#if Reader was the same age

[rattsin]

Fury made Alanna gasp for breath. How could anyone get well in a menagerie? How could Jonathan breathe? This went against all the commonsense rules Maude had taught her for healing: clean air, quiet, absolute cleanliness, calm and reassuring voices. Didn't these people know anything?

[loveyni]

ni-ki is for ,,,

heeseung • jay • jake • sunghoon • sunoo • jungwon • ni-ki!!

a/n. the people wanted riki so here he is <3 enjoy ^^

୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆ ──

ni-ki is for those who snicker playfully when their friends scream at jumpscares in horror films (i know it's actually to distract yourself from how scared you are... i do it this too ><).

ni-ki is for those who struggle to show affection towards those closest to them, opting for unconventional ways to do so.

ni-ki is for those who are grasping at the last of their teenage years, not wanting to grow up and lose the essence of life (you're still allowed to have fun when you're an adult!!).

ni-ki is for those are particularly interested in true crime and the psychology behind why perpetrators do what they do.

ni-ki is for those who pick up new skills so quickly that it's almost frightening how naturally capable they are.

ni-ki is for those who love attending amusement parks and finding any reason for it to be socially acceptable to scream at the top of their lungs.

ni-ki is for those possess a true admiration and understanding of anything related to the arts (which means you're also probably involved in at least one form of it, do tell ^^).

ni-ki is for those who should allow themselves to let down the walls they've built up because they don't have to be alone anymore.

── ୨୧₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩⋆

🖇️ taglist: @itjengirl @laurradoesloveu @river-demon-slayer

[yuwuta]

JJK OLYMPICS OHHH YOURE A GENIUS

head spinning w sooooooo many athlete aus rn….. 

satoru honestly isn’t half as cocky as the media makes him out to be but he could be because you bring up world champion men’s freestyle swim times and it’s his name on the scoreboard ten times before someone else shows up. he’s faster than himself by fifteen seconds all around, he’s earned a bit of cockiness. mentioned in the last post that whenever he’s at a competition and he finishes a race, he looks at the camera and signs a little infinity sign and then blows a kiss to you. some bitter old coach always calls him out on it, and gets him fined for unsportsmanlike conduct, and he’s happy to pay the fees if it means getting a message home to you, but eventually you two come up with a new code; and at his next race, he places gold, turns to the camera, crosses his middle finger over his pointer finger and smiles. when he’s in his post-race interview, he makes sure to explain that he does it for you with the widest smile on his face.

megumi nepotism baby but not in the same sport. toji was a multi gold medalist back in his heyday for shooting, so it’s not really a surprise to anybody that megumi has scary good aim, but he takes to archery instead of shooting. actually the idea of megumi being an emo little kid and throwing rocks at a tree when his dad pissed him off his hilarious, and even funnier is toji watching him, slightly amused and a little scared because megumi is maybe six and hitting the exact same spot every single time. he grows to be very blase about it—it’s more of a release/hobby for him that he happens to be really good at, and well, now good enough to earn a few olympic medals. megumi is not a fan of having his dad ruffle his hair on international television after he’s won, but he supposes it can’t be helped.

i don’t know where to put yuuta…. tennis…. tempting….. him in his little white shorts…. little grunts after he serves…. cries….. a complete 180 in his personality when he’s playing vs doing anything else. so charming and sweet and kinda shy when he’s being interviewed, and the second he steps on the court his eyes are so cold it’s scary…. need him… extremely nerdy about his rackets, and shoes, and clothes, and rambles to you about aerodynamics and posture and torque whenever you ask him to teach you, and you always have to shutup him up with a kiss and remind him that yeah you sort of want to learn to play tennis for him, but mostly you came bc he looks hot doing it. once he got asked in an interview if he ever thinks about you while he’s playing and his response was very concise, “no, never. it would be a big distraction,” and did not realize the implications of his heavily televised words. 

also…. not to make this post 40% yuuta but we could pull from canon a bit and make his sport fencing. he doesn’t excel because he’s the strongest, it’s because he’s learned to treat the sword as an extension of himself and a good strategist… also because i like the image of him pulling the helmet/mask off and shaking his hair out………..

don’t even know where to put yuuji…. volleyball? basketball? track and field??? the irony of him easily being the most athletic but canonically does not want to play sports 😭 but i can see him playing a sport because someone scouts him and it turns out to be a way to make steady money to support himself and his grandpa :( by the time he’s qualified and made it to the olympics, wasuke is doing much better (thanks to yuuji having landed some preemptive sponsorships and being able to afford better medical care), but not so well enough that he can travel across the world to watch yuuji play. wasuke tells you that you should travel and be with yuuji, but yuuji is so touched by the idea that you would stay with his grandpa and be by his side when he’s away :(( he wins gold, of course, and he doesn’t even wait until the closing ceremony—which, he’d mentioned in all of his interviews, so nobody can be too upset. he’s on record saying, “i’m excited to play, but i’m even happier to be going home. my girlfriend and my grandpa are watching me and i miss them!” several times— he’s on the first flight home with flowers, and tears in his eyes. puts his gold medal on his grandpa’s neck as a thank you, and spends probably thirty minutes straight hugging you and kissing you and honestly don’t put it past him to propose now that he’s got nike ambassador money 

nanami started judo as a way to relieve the stress of his overbearing job, and someone at the gym/training center notices he seems to be a natural despite being a beginner. he starts to draw a crowd, which annoys him at first because the point of judo was discipline and release from having to deal with too many people at his office job, but nanami supposes he can’t be too mad when you introduce yourself as a talent scout and offer him professional training. there’s irony in him accepting your offer, because it was definitely not based in professionalism at all… quitting his job as a salaryman to become a professional athlete in his mid-twenties was not on his bingo chart, but if it means he will have met you, then so be it. you’re with him all the way, through his training, competitions, world championships, qualifiers, all the way until he’s on the podium. you’re the first to congratulate him, but he interjects by telling you he’s quitting. you ask him why—he just won at the olympics for crying out loud, but nanami just shakes his head, puts down his flowers and his medal so his hands are free to hold your face and tell you, “it would be unethical to kiss my manager, so i am quitting.” (later, when everything is said and done, and you two are cuddling, you mention to him that he could just hire a new manager, and not quit his new career, to which he blushes because yeah… that’s probably more rational, but rational was not in his train of thought at the time)

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[impish-baby]

Hey, could I have more HIWTHI content please? Possibly with them finding out reader would write in their journal a lot, possibly hinting towards reader having large amounts of self worth issues, and instead of them leaving because no one notices them, reader left because they feel like a burden?

I’m particularly interested in Marcus and the twins reacting.

Also, please make sure to take care of yourself. I love all of your writing, but no one will ever blame you for taking a break. Also, please stay hydrated.

-🌙

👀 close to something that would happen canonically actually!!

HIWTHI cast's reaction to reader's journal

(Trigger warnings: reader's struggles with self worth, mentioned/referenced suicide)

Marcus feels like a complete and utter failure as a father. No matter how cold or stern he is with his children, he does love all of them with everything in him. So the fact that you feel like a burden? That you felt like a waste of space in your own home? He hangs his head in shame.

Doesn't even bother with asking why you didn't speak up, he's well aware that this is his own shortcoming. It's his fault, that's the simple truth of the matter.

Once you are back home, you're required to start therapy. He'll even let you do in person instead of online if you promise to actually give it a shot, Marcus legitimately wants (needs) you to get better. He has no delusions of their being an overnight change, and so he tries to go at your pace.

There's lots of long conversations, firm reminders that you are loved and of value no matter what. Especially at night, he'll sit at the end of your bed and tell you how much you mean to him. He'd go on until he's blue in the face if that's what it takes for you to believe his words.

Clara refuses to believe what she's read for a long while. She knows it's real, she has the proof held in her hands. Just... her child, her baby, was struggling with almost the same thing she was. And she didn't know. She didn't know and now they're gone.

If she wasn't worried about reader before, she's actually terrified now. The worst outcome is going through her mind, because really, what was stopping you from doing something dangerous? Clara is constantly eyeing the news, fear eating her alive.

The next time she sees you, you're getting the tightest hug. The woman sobbing into your shoulder, thanking whatever higher being that her baby is safe.

You aren't allowed to have sharp objects, unportioned medication, or anything that could be used to harm one's self anymore. Clara doesn't care, she's not leaving a chance. She knows what it's like being in that state of mind. She'll be dammed if she doesn't start acting like a mother should and protecting her child.

Jack is bawling his eyes out right away. The pen ink in your diary smudging as his tears hit the paper. You...oh god..

He feels like the shitiest person on earth, he doesn't deserve to call himself an older brother. He knew Jaiden had his struggles, and now this..

He pockets the journal. Jack reads it as some form of punishment. You suffered with this, he'll suffer with it too. When you're back home, he's trying his best to include you in everything.

Movie nights, board games, he comes up with anything and everything so you can spend time together. See? He has fun with you, he likes hanging out with you, you aren't a burden..

Theo feels bitter, resentful. At your parents, at themselves, at the fact that you felt that way. His resolve to find you becomes ten times stronger, there isn't a single doubt in their mind that you need to come home.

Much like Marcus, they'll affirm how much you're loved and wanted any chance they get. Theo cages you in their arms and mumbles praises for what feels like forever. They'll even go into morbid detail about how everyone fell apart while you were gone just to prove how needed you are.

Jaiden is tempted to rip the pages out. He goes through a rollercoaster of emotions.

At first, he's pissed. That you didn't say anything, that you didn't do anything to get help, that you just sat there and felt fucking miserable for years-

He's ashamed. Deeply, deeply ashamed.

It feels.. awkward between you. Jaiden stares constantly, like he's never seen you before. When he finally breaks down sobbing, he's willing to beg at your feet if you'd forgive him for being such a horrible big brother

[yuzurins]

# i’m smitten with the thought of you

itoshi rin x gn!reader. sae and rin don’t have an estranged relationship. childhood friends to (eventual) lovers. crack don’t take this too srsly pls

“rin, say ahh!” you hold out a spoonful of cake in front of his face.

“shut the fuck up.” rin pouts, turning his head away from you.

you snicker, but your hand doesn’t falter. “come on! you know you want it~” you tease, dragging the end of the sentence as if you were talking to a small child.

he keeps his mouth shut, and you gush internally at the fact that he’s blatantly sulking. rin will never beat the allegations for being the cutest boy ever, even if he’s not the same as the sweet little boy you knew years ago.

desperately trying to hold back a laugh, you purse your lips and mimic rin’s little pout. “you used to listen to me much more obediently when you were younger.”

“you-“ you shoved the spoon into his mouth as soon as you get the chance. rin reluctantly complies but is quick to complain after. “that’s foul!”

you raise an eyebrow. “and that’s what the naughty boys get. tsk tsk.”

it’s obvious you don’t understand how wrongly your words could be interpreted by the way your expression stays unwavering. perhaps it was your dense disposition, or the fact that you’ve known rin since he was a kid in preschool.

rin thinks he’s being — and has been — painfully obvious about his feelings, yet you still fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his face. even sae found out about it, and rin had to fight for his life to defend himself.

“rin. that’s practically incest-“

“oh my god nii-chan, you know that’s not true!”

sae can think you’re like a sibling to him, but rin doesn’t. in fact, he has never. he can’t deny that he’s had a crush on you the moment you were introduced to him as sae’s friend, and though it might seem like it was just puppy love, his current actions can prove that it isn’t.

“and you used to be so well-behaved back then.” you sigh dramatically. “did you know you would stick to me all the time, and get super jealous whenever i did anything with sae?”

the younger boy scoffs, standing up to go get a drink of water to make sure he doesn’t go insane from your ruthless teasing.

“hey! don’t run away!” you smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, as you get up to follow him. “it was really cute, i swear!”

choosing not the humour you, rin continues on with his task (that he could not care less about), humming in response.

you stand next to him and watch, occasionally feeling the need to poke him. starting from his arm, you string a line of pokes all the way up to his face, where you change your stance to pinch his cheek, a frequent action of endearment you used to do when you were younger.

needless to say, you were not expecting rin to grab your hand so promptly. and you most definitely were not expecting him to then lean towards you, not stopping until his face was merely an inch away.

“woah-“ you exhale as you stumble back slightly. he’s close enough for you to study all the details of his face, from the strands of his hair to the sharp curve of his jaw. he towers over you, his broad shoulders wide enough to engulf you completely into his presence. it’s funny, this scene is the complete opposite of what it was like as children, your roles entirely switched.

your breath hitches as his gaze locks onto yours, showing you all his pent-up feelings over the years for the first time. he’s determined, you can tell at least that much, but what surprises you the most is how dilated his pupils are; his eyes are begging to let you know his story, one of his long, endless pining for you, and you only.

it goes without saying you weren’t ignorant enough to overlook the reality that rin grew up, that he’s matured now. would it be cowardly for you to admit that you have indeed taken notice of his feelings at times, but refused to act on them in fear of losing him? what if you were wrong? what if rin didn’t like you that way? there was too much on the line, and you didn’t want to risk every memory you’ve made with him and sae for the past 12 years.

like an unspoken condition between you two, rin also knows the risks. he knows, but he’s so smitten it’s driving him insane. you’re a risk that he’s willing to take, and he’s had his mind made up since the beginning.

“yeah?” he whispers. “how about now?”

dumbstruck, you nod absentmindedly in response. almost like you were under a spell, and rin was the mastermind enchanting you.

rin smirks at the sight of your face heating up and flushing to a light red. “you still think i’m cute, y/n?”

“the cutest ever.” you’re quick to recover, flashing a small smile of your own. shameless, but you refuse to concede now. “care to prove me wrong, itoshi?”

“what the fuck are you two doing in the kitchen, oh my god.” sae deadpans. “rin, please pick and choose a better time to confess your feelings, thanks.”

you jump. rin groans.

“you need to pick and choose a better time to interrupt, THANK YOU.” rin scowls, letting go of your hand. the sudden withdrawal of his warmth disappoints you, but you smile nonetheless hearing their brotherly antics.

sae’s impassive, walking in between the two of you to refill his own water. “you two forgot all about me, i was getting worried that rin might’ve killed y/n or something.”

“as if!” rin rolls his eyes. “get out of here, at least let me finish.”

shooting him a quick side-eye, sae smirks at his little brother. “okay loverboy, just make sure to not make a mess in the kitchen.” and he swiftly makes an exit before any further retaliation.

“i hate him.”

“you know you don’t.”

rin sighs, closing his eyes for a few seconds.“i guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

you laugh, and grab his hand to play with his fingers, a not very subtle attempt to hide your beet red face. “think it was obvious enough, rinnie.”

his heart throbs at your use of his childhood nickname. “took you long enough.”

“so, will you continue to show me how cute you are?” you ponder as you look up at rin.

“stop treating me like a child, jeez.” and that pout is back onto his face once again. “i’ll show you anything you want, but i’ll make sure you won’t see me as just a cute little boy anymore.”

a/n: this was so crack of me. not proofread btw i wrote this in one sitting. ^_^ @kouyun <3

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Could we get some more headcanons of twin!dad Sirius?👀

Samson and Charlotte are nervous after their sorting ceremony at Hogwarts. Especially Samson.

“I’m going to be disowned.” Samson moans, sitting near the black lake with his sister. It’d been a stressful and exciting first day of classes, but he can’t shake the knots twisting in his stomach.

“Yeah, probably.” Charlotte replies, not looking up from her books.

“I’m not kidding!” He exclaims, becoming increasingly frustrated with his sister’s lack of empathy. If anything she should be the one placed in Slytherin, not him!

“Alright, fine.” She sighs dramatically, glancing at the green patch on his robes before finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Maybe he won’t disown you, but he’ll certainly be ashamed.

“Merlin knows I am.” She adds quickly, silently relishing in her brother’s misery. Charlotte knows their father won’t be that (if at all) upset about their housing placements, but Samson’s over dramatics are very amusing to her while they last.

“You weren’t put into Gryffindor either; he’ll be just as disappointed with you!” Samson argues, pointing a finger and glaring daggers at her. The thought of tossing her books into the water crosses his mind.

“Right, but I’m in Ravenclaw—I’m smart, so it’s not unexpected.” Charlotte counters easily, shrugging. “But you being an evil, selfish Slytherin? Tsk, tsk.”

“Oh, shove off, Charlie.” Samson spits, picking up his things and walking away without giving her a second glance.

Sirius reads his daughter’s letter to him a second and third time. As always, the girl has an interesting way with words, but the topic of the letter drops a lump of guilt in his stomach. Of course he was always proud to be a Gryffindor, but he hadn’t realized somewhere along the way he’d given his children the impression that being placed in any other house was unacceptable.

Sirius sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. While raising his children, he tried his damndest to be the polar opposite of his own parents. He’s playful, encouraging, and supportive of their endeavors and personalities. And yet, in this moment, he’s reminded of his own childhood.

He was happy to be placed in Gryffindor, but he remembers clear as day how nervous terrified he was of his parents’ reactions. And he’s somehow caused his children to have similar feelings to the ones he experienced.

Charlotte being placed in Ravenclaw isn’t much of a surprise. She’s a clever girl, and admittedly, a little bit strange. It suits her well.

However, Samson being a Slytherin isn’t something Sirius expected at all. Sure, there have been times Samson reminded Sirius of Regulus, but not to that extent. Samson was always a very achievement-oriented child, and maybe a bit selfish at times given how often he was willing to throw Charlotte under the bus when getting into trouble, but it’s still a very surprising thing to learn.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, walking into the dining room to find Sirius with his head in his hands. He responds by handing you the letter from Charlotte.

“Hmm.” You hum simply once you’re finished reading. “They’re in separate houses? We’re never going to hear the end of their bickering once quidditch starts.”

Sirius groans, pushing his hair out of his face and ignoring your comment. “They think I’m disappointed in them!

“Did you read what she said?” He exclaims, leaning back in his chair. “Sam thinks I’ll disown him! I thought the very same things about my parents when I was a boy.”

You tsk and place a hand on your husband’s shoulder, knowing his parents are quite the touchy subject for Sirius.

“Then do what your parents didn’t.” You suggest easily, giving him a comforting squeeze. “Write and reassure him—the both of them. You know Charlie; she likes to pretend things don’t bother her as much as they really do.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius sighs, looking up at you through the corner of his eyes. “Obviously.”

Even if Sirius is angry at himself for occasionally screwing up in the same way his own parents had, at least he’s big enough to say sorry.

[mostholystuffz]

🎩 “《 Yandere! Sabo x CP9! Reader 》„🎩

reference from pic 1!! I saw this from Pinterest; sorry i dont know the creator of this art but still credits to the artist!! 💗🌌🌃🎑

[prttykittes]

Merry Christmas, kitty!!! :333

Can I request Childe fucking you with his fingers and making you cum while his precious slibings one their presents!! :33

Can I be - 🎮 anon?

I think I know who this is….(someone that I know irl who kept talking about that emoji and who knows my account and who jokingly calls me Kitty irl..)mmhhhh, keeping my eye on u/j

CW. Public sex(he fucks you in the living), I forgot terms of sexy stuff, You are covered by a blanket, Christmas themes, Childe and reader are married and around the same age(20’s), grammar mistakes???

Notes: You just wanted to have fun opening presents, not Childe opening your hole -3-

You watch as his siblings open their gifts by the big man with the white beard! They all had a big smile on their faces, seeing gifts that they had wanted! Childe turns to you, he loves your warm and soft smile. You wanted to open gifts as well, you felt his fingers brush your ring. The ring that he brought you, the ring that makes you guys together forever! He bounces you on his leg, he doesn't say anything so you only hear his breathing, his siblings smile and laugh at the gifts. Your lap is covered by a blanket to protect you from the cold weather, Childe spreads your legs open, you ignore his actions as you dreamt of opening gifts like you did as a child! His fingers prod at your pants, his hand going into your pants, his fingers prod at your underwear. You gasp and you glare at him, he just gives you a smile. His two digits prod at your underwear, he digs his fingers in before he pulls it out, it makes a slap noise. Teucer pops up at the slap noise and looks at you in confusion. You explain that you slapped your thigh because you felt something moving on it. Teucer smiles and continues opening gifts, Ajax blows in your ear. You jump slightly and you make a face. “Stop” you whisper to him, he chuckles and you bite your lip. You try your best to muffle your moaning, your hips stutter as his fingers prod at your hole, he slips his index finger in, you let out a muffled moan. He soon slips his middle finger in, he twirls his fingers inside of you, he takes it out and slips his ring finger in, you can the ring touching your skin as he fingers your hole. Your legs tremble as it closes, you gasp and close your eyes. You let out multiple moans, your legs kick slightly, your body leaning towards him. Ajax kisses your ear as he rubs your hip with his other hand, he coos in your ear. His fingers never stop working on you, he moves his other hand to your sex, he rubs it. He flicks it, it makes your mind go hazy. You smile and say “that's great!” To his siblings, your face turned darker as you felt yourself getting wet and hot, why did he have to do this to you?! This continues until some moments later, your hips stutter as he goes faster. You can hear wet sounds, it's embarrassing and you hope that none else can hear that! He coos at you still, playing with your clothing, he plays with your hair, he bounces you on his leg, he plays with your hips. You mewl softly and quietly, you dead stop as you let out a loud muffled moan. You feel yourself coming undone, your legs close as you breath heavily and wait with him until everyone leaves so he can continue playing with his toy!

[zombiecheri]

A Girl And A Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!reader

Tags: mizu kills a man, you get to know her. there's nothing more in first chapter at least

A/N: haven't written anything in ages so excuse me if there are some errors. had to get this out of my system. next chapter will be more spicy!

Chapter 1

"you drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it" - Paulo Coelho

It wasn't supposed to happen like that. The man, your father entrusted to accompany you back to the village, simply haven't showed up and you sat in the small inn pondering what to do next. It was foolish to even consider going back alone. With autumn season nearing it's end, cold winter air was creeping from the north rattling against the old wooden walls of the inn. Not to talk about groups of men wandering around and waiting for an opportunity to rob, rape and kill women on the road.

road, which would take at least a week.

you were brave and reckless but far from stupid, you wouldn't even last 3 days on the road. but you had to.

had to

With winter nearing, you couldn't get stuck in an inn where you hardly knew anyone with no food and barely any money left. Waiting for your family to send another person to accompany you back would also take too long. It seemed like an impossible situation and you were about to start panicking until a solution presented itself.

Big hat. That was the first thing you noticed about the stranger. Then you saw a scabbard that glistened in the morning light and the weird tinted glasses that hid their stare. Accidentally overhearing the conversation between him and the innkeeper got your hopes back up. Coincidentally strange samurai also happened to be headed to your village. It seemed that you haven't run out of luck completely. Convincing the samurai to let you accompany him to the village took a lot of effort and begging on your part but the very next day you both were headed to your home, walking out from an old inn into the road surrounded by fallen leaves.

The air was crisp and fresh brushing against your skin and twirling colourful leaves around you. Samurai was quiet but you didn't mind the silence that much. You noticed even back in the inn that he didn't like to waste time on small talk so you silently followed him on the road enjoying the scenery around you.

The first night you spent out in the woods surrounded by trees looming around you, the temperature dropping significantly but thankfully samurai made a fire so the cold late autumn weather didn't bother you much. Both of you ate quietly and you settled to sleep near fire while samurai took watch. The fire cast shadows that swirled with each flicker. It was hard to fall asleep when you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and the anxiousness seeped into your skin sending warn signals to your mind about the whole situation. You barely knew the stranger and while he agreed to let you tag along with him, you were too quick to trust him. Who knew what he'd do? You two were completely alone in woods. Even if you wanted you couldn't shout for help because there wasn't a soul who could hear you.

It seemed that while your mind was racing, your body was having other problems and soon exhaustion took over making you fall into a troubled slumber. It didn't last long. You awoke with a jolt, clutching your hand against your chest, nightmare slowly fading away as you took in your surroundings eyes searching for a tall form of a samurai except he was nowhere to be seen. Panic seeped into your skin and settled heavily in your stomach. You glanced around frantically searching for him, the fire long gone, late autumn chill creeping up and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He left you. That was your first thought and in the blind panic you stood up, walking in a random direction hoping to catch up to him. You wouldn't survive alone in woods. At least it seemed that your belongings were not touched at all but what good it would do if you ended up dying anyways?

You walked around blindly for a while until you heard a strange sound and slowly, with careful steps went to the direction where you heard it from, light coming down from above helping you lead the way. It appeared there was a small river deep into the woods, you could hear the sound of water rushing down disappearing in the darkness down the way where faint light from the moon couldn't reach it. That's when you noticed the samurai. It appeared that your panic was short-lived and suddenly you felt foolish. He didn't abandon you, he just simply cleaned himself in the water while you were sleeping. He was dressing up when your eyes zeroed in on his chest. Rather, on a strange fabric covering the area. bindings? why would a man need bindings around his chest you wondered before realization hit you and you let out a quiet gasp, taking slow steps backwards.

He, or rather, she was on you before you even managed to blink. The tip of the sword brushed against your neck and you finally let out a loud gasp falling on the cold ground scrambling on your feet to get away from the samurai. She pulled her sword away, grabbing your kimono and bringing her face closer until you could feel her cold breath against your skin. Eyes, icy like the river, bore into you seemingly trying to pierce you with the gaze alone and all you could do was stare back at her gaping like a fish out of water.

If looks could kill

Another shiver took a hold of your body and then you heard it, her voice, almost as cold and deadly as her eyes, whispering against your ear,

"If you tell anyone about this I will kill you"

And brave and reckless you were, but mindless you were not for you believed her every word and managed a tiny, shaky nod not trusting your voice to speak. She let go of you then, dropping you unceremoniously on the ground and going back to finish dressing up as you sat there wondering if luck was at your side or you were truly foolish to believe so.

Next morning you both continued your walk again. You quietly gathered your supplies after eating and followed her on the road not missing the stare which now you knew hid eyes colour of a chilly winter sky. The silence once welcoming now hung in the air threatening to deafen you. Tension so thick you could almost taste it on your tongue. Walk was short lived because not even an hour in, your luck decided to test you again.

Three men, seemingly out of nowhere appeared right in front of you two their gazes dark, their eyes even darker and you cursed in your head noticing their ugly stares fixed on your body. Your samurai just stood there staring down at them without saying a word before slowly tilting her head to the side and whispering for only you to hear,

"stand back"

You did as you were told and watched as the three men laughed at your companion.

"You think you can take us?" Said one of them, voice raspy filled with amusement and mockery as he took out the small blade and dangled it in front of the samurai while other two laughed. "Give us the girl and maybe we'll let you walk away"

You heard it then. A faint chuckle, melodic and deep so unlike the laugh coming out of awful men in front of you and a part of you, mistrustful and weak and so, so foolish, wondered if she'd actually give you to them. It seemed that you didn't have to wonder long because she unsheathed the sword and before you even managed to blink, her sword was slicing the hand dangling a rusty blade.

It felt like time slowed down, hand fell on the ground blood oozing out from the wound painting everything red and you felt like you were underwater, your ears filled with cotton. You didn't even notice your shaky legs giving out as you fell on the ground yet again.

It ended as fast at it started and soon one man lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around him, his sliced hand laying next to him clutching that rusty metal as other two were running away with panicked gasps and curses. There wasn't a drop of blood on the samurai as she turned around putting the sword back into the scabbard. She noticed your fallen form and tilted her head an unkind smile appearing on her face as she took slow steps towards you, like an animal stalking it's prey.

"are you scared?" Her voice held a hint of mockery, tone almost bored. You realized then that she expected you to run. To cry. A demon, an onryō wearing a mask of a human with mixed blood and eyes so unlike anything you've ever seen before. She expected you to be scared or disgusted and while you were shocked and maybe scared a little bit, there was a hint of something deep inside you, something that made you walk all those miles away from home, made you brave and made you reckless.

A hint of curiosity.

You were curious about her. A lone samurai, a woman, something completely unheard of, walking around for a purpose you didn't know and killing with such precision and skill that left you speechless. That intrigued you, that pulled you in and made you want to understand, to unravel the mystery that was the woman standing in front of you. So really, how could you help it? How could you stop the curiosity taking over your body and how could you stop the words that stumbled out of your mouth catching both of you by surprise.

"What's your name?"

Such a simple, innocuous question. There was a dead man laying in his own blood and there was a samurai in front of you who killed him in mere seconds and you wanted to know her name?

She let out a laugh then. A real laugh, throwing her head back and wrapping arms around herself all hints of mockery and distrust disappearing from her face. The sound pulled you in, mesmerized you and took you by surprise so sudden you felt foolish. foolish for the way your cheeks warmed and foolish for the way your treacherous heart speed up it's rhythmic beating against your chest.

"It's mizu" was all she said after she calmed down and oh, you were such a foolish girl after all.

The walk afterwards wasn't as unpleasant anymore. Tension hanging in the air disappeared and took the silence with it. For some unknown but quite welcoming reasons she even indulged in small talk with you. You got to know about her purpose and in return she got to know about your life in village.

Mizu. Set on a path towards killing four white men in japan. Mizu, whose blue eyes lost it's icy edge and reminded you more of a warm summer sky instead, of clear ocean - wild, untamed but beautiful and deadly. And you wondered, if you tested your luck once more, could you drown in them or drift above.

[getonite]

WHERE IS THE ROGER X READER X RAYLEIGH FICS??? DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF OMG. THAT'S THE TAG TEAM YALL. THIS IS THE LIVE TRIANGLE BLUEPRINT.

[pussyeater8000]

For the tmnt fans that need to hear this 👍

[afro-hispwriter]

trying to read a levi fic but the reader is a cadet from erens group or a cadet in general or the reader is a full grown adult flirting with the cadets

[aroseforyounme]

I am up to my eyeballs in work so im putting this down to come back to it later because I think it's fun

Sylus has many businesses across many cities in many different fields. Some of them are more seedy and others more legitimate. He checks up on each of them very regularly, meeting with key personnel-those handpicked by himself to 1. have the privilege of knowing that he's their boss and 2. run the business in the manner he'd be proud of

You've been working for Caspian INC for almost 13 years now-working your way up steadily (honestly and sometimes not so honestly) until you made it to where you are now: Senior VP

That promotion honestly took you a little by surprise-you'd been so sure that it was going to go to your competitor, Brad, who'd been buttering up the CEO for months on end and consistently trying to undermine your hard work. And yet it was you who had gotten the conversation, you who had gotten the congratulatory email, and it was you who got to sit across from Brad when the announcement was made and revel in his disbelief and anger

With this promotion came extra security, which you had expected.

What you had not expected was to be called into a meeting and be introduced to the man who was actually running things: Sylus

It had been 8pm; you'd dismissed your team hours ago and all that stood before you and freedom was one last report that needed to be looked over and signed away. You were in the midst of reading it, when an incoming call interrupted your focus. It was a short one: a call to report to the CEO's office immediately, the tone was short and clipped-a significant contrast to the regularly jolly tone your boss took with you. Intrigued, you had gone, only to be met with the man who was decidedly not the boss you knew.

The first thing you notice is how big he is. How, even sitting, his presence fills the space, marking everything and anything around him as his. The shock of white hair captures your attention next, bright against the dark curtains your boss had insisted he needed for his office space. The red eyes were next and that is what captured and held your attention.

It isn't until someone shifts-you or maybe your boss (the one who has been here the whole time but whose presence noticeably shrunk by the sheer weight and magnitude of the presence of this man)-that the spell that has taken over you drifts away.

'He's hot,' you think, 'but that is not important right now.'

It is at this meeting that you learn 2 things: 1. Sylus is the actual CEO with your boss acting as the front man for things to seem a little more legit and 2. provided you don't fuck anything up, that will be your role to play in the future.

Part of you feels excitement, another part of you is wary. Why you? And why now?

He'd smirked then, slow and dangerous. It was the kind of smirk that spoke of years of slowly built confidence that settled into something unshakable. It grew with the sharp inhale you'd desperately tried to hide but could not manage. He rose out of his chair, slow and calculated with the kind of grace honed throughout centuries. He made his way towards you and whispered just a singular sentence-an explanation and an expectation rolled into one:

"You can handle it."

And so you would. Your boss-the public facing CEO one-retired within 3 years. His farewell had been quick and filled with the sort of laughter that only the retired can achieve. You'd taken up the mantle flawlessly, easily juggling the work of being the CEO with your duties as Senior VP. No one talked about hiring a replacement for the job you'd vacated so you hadn't asked.

You know that he's a criminal-wanted on many charges ranging from weapons manufacturing and racketeering to outright murder. But honestly? That is not your problem. Your money is green, the man is respectful, the crow you sometimes see perched on his shoulder is adorable, and those twins that sometimes pop up are funny.

So you work well with him-doing your best to keep the company thriving under your command. You work closely with your teams, manage them with the sort of ruthless efficiency you've had to learn at a young age. You go to board meetings, cozy up to investors, sit in at lunch and learns, organize company-wide events to boost morale, and through it all, report to your boss. The company blossoms under your care and you tend to it like a particularly loving gardener.

Years go by and everything is going as it should be until you notice that your monthly meetings with Sylus have become weekly. You're not entirely sure what's going on or why he feels the need to do this now, but that's not your business (maybe he's going through a micromanaging phase). It's annoying, but he's your boss so what can you do for real? Nothing, but complain about it to your cat and go about your day.

Things continue like this until one night you're woken up by frantic knocking on your door. You shoot up and look around wildly. It's 3 in the morning, there is no reason for someone to be at your door at 3am. You look down at your phone and see nothing. Cautiously, maybe stupidly, you go to open it, making sure a shard of glass is hovering above you ready and to pierce any intruders.

It's one of the twins-Luke-and he's hurt. Bad.

You, bedraggled and frazzled, snap out of your shock and grab him, pulling him into your apartment. Blood is spilling out of him, dripping onto your floor and you don't even think when you gently guide him to your white couch. He's partially conscious, slurring out that he "couldn't make it back to base" and that you were "the only person he knew that would help." You treat him as best as you can, stabilizing him as much as possible.

You call Sylus, Luke's head on your shoulder, and you hope-pray-the man answers.

He does, surprisingly quickly. His tone is teasing when he asks if he'd missed another one of your meetings, but you cut him off, quickly telling him about Luke.

He hangs up and it's as you stare at your phone in shock that you notice the shadows coalescing in the far corner of your room. Out steps Sylus like some sort of demonic being, eyes dark with intent, jacket hanging off his shoulders, and his evol flickering around him to give his already massive presence even more weight.

But he's so gentle when he assesses Luke, talking to him in low tones and moving his hair slightly as he reassures him, so soft when he calls his brother to tell him Luke's safe, so warm when he turns to look at you before taking Luke back home.

You sit there, in the wake of all this, staring at the bloodstain on your couch and shaking your head.

You try to (with some difficulty) push it out of your mind.

Except weekly meetings become weekly dinners, become daily text messages, become phone calls about any and everything. Suddenly you're seeing Sylus frequently at any time of day. You're seeing the twins a lot more too, although that one is generally at night and at your apartment. They've slept over often enough that you'd eventually just raised your hands in defeat and handed them a copy of your key, telling them the two bedrooms are theirs.

You ignore their cackle of triumph, although a small smile stays on your face for the rest of the day.

Mephisto shows up too, the mechanical bird coming into your apartment through the flap you’d had Sylus make just for him, seeing almost daily use once he manages to strike up a shaky truce with your cat.

You're friends. And that's such a nice feeling. You're steadfastly ignoring the fact that you've unfortunately developed a strong crush on the man.

A year goes on like this and you’re content to pine from behind the scenes because no way are you gonna fuck up your bag by mixing business with pleasure. So what if you ogle the man those few days a week he comes by your apartment to share a drink and unwind? So what if you smile a little too wide when he genuinely compliments you, his tone teasing and affectionate all at once. So what if you kick your feet up a little when he responds to your text, just as flirty, just as dangerous? So what? Your heart may be aching a little but you’re an adult. You got this. 

It’s one of those nights he’s come over to your place. Luke and Kieran are out causing mischief elsewhere and so it’s just the two of you. You’re sitting on your balcony, gazing out into the city as you quietly nurse your drinks. He’s contemplative tonight, almost morose and you sit with him in silence, sure that he’ll share what’s bothering him with you whenever he’s ready.

“Do you believe in past lives?” He asks. He’s not looking at you nor is he looking out at the city. His gaze is downward, on the melting ice as he swirls his almost empty cup around you. You’re quiet, for a second. Two. Acknowledging the weight of the question he’d just asked you.

“I think it could be possible,” you start, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He’s turned to look at you, his own gaze intense, “I’ve thought about it, you know? About how we could all just be living out our lives multiple times in different eras and different fonts. There is the part of you that remembers-the small snatches of deja vu we get from here and there. And then there is the part of you that forgets the you from before, that gets to see this new world with fresh eyes. It’s beautiful to think about.” 

He doesn’t answer right away, just nods his head in contemplation.

“And what if you remember? Would you want to?” His voice is soft. You turn to look at him fully and see that his face is blank-empty of all emotion. But his eyes betray him-as they often do, you realize-and in them you see a sea of conflicting emotions so intense it takes your breath away.

“In some ways, yes,” you say, not taking your eyes off his, “I would want to remember-especially if there is something I could gain from it. But in other ways? No. I think I would be too preoccupied with what was to enjoy what is.”

He nods and doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the night.

You don’t see him for a while afterwards, the daily text messages dwindle until they’re barely anything and the weekly dinners become weekly meetings become monthly dinners become monthly meetings until it’s 3 months without much between you two. The meetings are short too-perfunctory. As though he has more important things on his mind than being in those meetings with you. 

Luke and Kieran tell you he’s busy and you nod even though you feel a little more empty. A little more lost. You fill up the absence with work and the company thrives even more-record sales across the board. 

You tell yourself that it’s fine-that maybe this is for the best. Your professional and personal life should be kept separate anyway. No need to add complications to your life by completely and utterly falling for your boss.

Not that you did! 

(But it was a close one. Too close. That whisper of something more had tugged on your heart and you could feel that you were on the precipice, the point of no return. It’s a good thing that he stepped back, honestly. This way the comfort-the security-of his friendship wouldn’t translate to longing for the safety of his arms, for the warmth of them. It wouldn’t transition to lingering gazes and soft smiles that melted further under the glow of firelight. It wouldn’t be anything more because he’d given you that space. That breathing room. You’d be okay. You always are).

And so you fill the silence with work, with hobbies that you pick up and drop on a whim, with friends you reach out to after who knows how long, and your sweet little cat who bears witness to the quiet moments where you succumb to that small bit of loneliness. 

You live and grow with this distance.

He comes to you at work. The company is in the middle of acquiring another and you’re up to your eyeballs in legal documents, ledgers, investment meetings, and company reports. It’s 1130pm and you can feel exhaustion weighing on you. Hard.

You don’t even think he’s real at first. You think he’s some sort of messed up waking night terror that’s manifested in the left wall of your office. You blink, trying to see if it would go away and when it doesn’t you blink even harder, sitting up straight and shaking your head to try and dispel the lingering exhaustion.

“Sylus-” you start, moving to stand but he’s already in front of you, gently urging you to sit back down.

You blink up at him, nonplussed, as he gently pats your head and asks if you’d been sleeping at all. At your silence, you hear him hum and before you know it, you’re in your apartment, carefully being pushed into your shower and handed your pajamas to change into. It’s in a daze that you do it, and you come out of the restroom to see him sitting at your couch, glass of wine in his and just as contemplative as the night before he’d distanced himself.

You ask him what he’s doing here, sitting on the chair a little ways away from him. Something flickers in his eyes-an emotion ripples through the calm of his face, too fast for you to really understand it.

He doesn’t answer right away, his eyes stay trained on you, taking in the bags underneath your eyes, the somewhat defensive way you’re sitting, the guarded smile you have fixed on your face. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve had this,” he says, swirling his cup full of the cheap wine you and your friends had bought the night previous. When that doesn’t get much of a response beyond a light hum, he speaks again. 

“Luke and Kieran have been asking to see you-something about a paintball tournament the three of you have together?” That was months ago and the three of you already have plans to go gocart racing. You nod.

“..Mephisto misses you.” You say nothing.

You let the silence sit, let it permeate the space around you two until it festers. Grows rancid.

“Forgive me,” he says finally, his eyes are on you, intense in their sincerity. He moves to stand, coming to a stop just in front of you-not crowding your space, but trying to demonstrate his seriousness all the same. You look at him and sigh, heart already made up even as your mind hisses at you to stand a little taller.

You ask him what had his attention for so long and so he tells you.

Of soul-ties. Of a bond undying. He tells you of dying and then rebirth. Of ending one life only to start another but still being tethered to someone. He tells you of his search-of decades upon decades looking for them and suddenly being given that chance. He tells you of their amnesia-their hostility and their disastrous first meeting. He tells it all to you-his friend (his best friend?)

There is pain there, when he tells you of a love undying. A sharp prick in your heart that grows with each subsequent poem he recites of their fate-bound love. There is an ache that builds across your belly and travels up to your chest to make a home for itself. There is pain, yes. 

But there is warmth too. The sort of warm that grows with each confession because he’s comfortable enough to tell you about them. And that means something coming from a man like Sylus. And so you push away your heartbreak, push away your inappropriate feelings and you focus on the here and now. You focus on your friend.

You tell him, with as much seriousness as you can muster that he fucked up. Bad. That it’s gonna be hard to get over a bad first impression but with your help, you’re sure he can swoop MC off their feet. 

And so you become his wingperson in his attempts at wooing MC. You drag him through a Love Seminar created by yours truly, crafted from a failed relationship years ago and copious amounts of romantic comedies. 

He tries to make fun of you for that but you tell him that he’s already losing in the love department so he absolutely cannot talk and he shuts up, although a smirk remains.

And so your monthly meetings move back to monthly dinners, transition into weekly meetups, and daily pep talks. You try to be the best friend that you can be, teasing, warm, and strictly platonic.

You try and you try and you try, ignoring the way your heart feels heavier with every chuckle that passes his lips at a joke you make, every smirk that softens into a smile the longer you talk, every instance of casual affection between the two of you.

You’re friends. Even when you wish you were more.

[impish-baby]

I love your writing so much!!!!!!! OMG you are so talented

Anyway, how would the twins react to the kidnapping ask for HIWTHI?

Also, which character in the Yan! Family is the most aware of their yandere behavior?

-🌙

Ahh, I'm glad you liked it!!

If Jack wasn't already suffering from intense older sibling guilt, he definitely is now. Doesn't matter how you were taken, under what circumstance, his mind is finding a way for it to be his fault. Especially if it happened because reader was wondering the street or something similar. He.. he should've done more. If you had felt comfortable enough to go to him and theo, this wouldn't have happened!

You don't think you've ever seen anyone cry so much, but the man is constantly weeping. He can barely bear to look at you, and it's even worse if you're hurt. Jack forces himself though, it's the least he can do because every scratch and bruise is his fault, he deserves to suffer with that fact.

Theo will not outwardly show it, but they're being eaten alive with the same guilt. You have a shadow that follows you everywhere now, a silent protector. They treat you like you're made of porcelain, tenderly bandaging any injuries and snapping at Jaiden if they think he's being too rough with you.

It's actually funny that you asked who was the most aware in this ask as well, because it's the twins!

Jack and Theo have been painfully aware for a while that neither of them have the healthiest mindset or behaviors. The twins are very dependent on each other already, being apart for work or school being the biggest struggle they've had to deal with. They acknowledge it isn't necessarily healthy, but neither of them are in a space where they're going to get help for their issues! So its not a shock when they start to have a growing obsession with reader, if anything they both might feed into it. (I.e. they are both trying to rationalize and excuse it)

You had been neglected for so long, don't you need all the care you can get? They're only doing what should have been done since the start, making up for past mistakes.

[thelaundrybitch]

*kicks down the door to your inbox, dragging this behind me before dropping it into your lap with a plop and proudly wiping my hands clean*

Whew! Here's that little dribble for ya Mz. Laundry. Sorry its taken such a hot minute. Hope you enjoy!

Addiction

It was supposed to be a simple check in. 

Nothing more. Nothing less. 

They hadn't heard from you in a couple days. Not a text. No phone call. Not even a reaction in the group chat. 

Which was…normal… more or less considering your busy schedule and whatnot, but after everything with the Kraang, Leo couldn't be too sure. So he thought he'd just drop in, you know, just to say hello.

Not that he had worried or anything. The Faceman didn't worry. He just missed you. Not anything like that at alllll…

Still…something in his gut told him something was off. And he had learned time and time again to trust said gut. So he had portaled unceremoniously as he so often did, directly to your fire escape window. Where he proceeded to knock rapidly against the glass like an impatient woodpecker on crack. 

The sight that met his eyes as you all but yanked the window open was…unexpected to say the least. It wasn't your usual bright smile or exasperated smirk. Not even a familiar short quip or returned-fire pun had greeted him. 

No, it was you, looking like you had just rolled out of bed, or just finished fighting your own share of demons. With bloodshot eyes, circles so dark under your eyes that black looked like a cheery color, and a mane full of frizzy bedhead, you had obviously seen better days. Or nights for that matter. If the way you somewhat swayed with your hand against the window seal was any indicator.

Needless to say, you looked worse for wear, and Leo almost panicked. Almost. He totally didn't rush forward, holding onto your arms to keep you steady. Or not so subtly looked directly into your eyes to check for any abnormalities that could indicate a physical struggle or anything. Nope. He totally did not low-key sniff you to check if there was a scent of sickness of some kind. None of those things. Nada.

No, all he did was let out a soft chuckle and very suavely asked “Look at what the cat dragged in. What happened to you?” Because he totally did not care and was not worried, for like even a second. 

What took him by the most surprise was the way you somewhat pulled out of his grip, looking away to sheepishly scratch your cheek as you mumbled out that you had started a new book series. 

Leo could only blink at your response. A…what?

You had let out a little nervous laugh, and he watched with complete befuddlement as your cheeks started to heat up in embarrassment as you repeated yourself. Pulling even further away from Leo, not that he may or may not have held you still for a beat longer than necessary before letting you go, you started to wave your hands animatedly as you did when you got passionate about something.

It was nothing, you had told him. Just a really good book series that you had gotten hooked on earlier in the week that may have been taking up a little bit more of your time than you were expecting.

Leo’s eyebrows (if he had any) would have arched as he folded his arms with a cock of his hip. He had laughed, laughed incredulously actually, at the thought that a mere book series is what had kept your attention long enough to make you go MIA for an entire week. 

He had snickered and leaned in close with that cursed cat-like smirk of his and had asked if you were reading something nAuGhTy. And if you were, maybe he should steal them once you were done, just to see what had captivated you so. 

He then proceeded to watch with undisguised glee at the way your face positively flamed scarlet as you sputtered out indignant defenses on behalf of your beloved series.  

No! It wasn't anything like that at all! You swore up and down. You just had a terrible habit of getting addicted to good literature way too fast, no matter the genre of novel. The tunnel vision when it came to books was something you had struggled with since you were barely a tween, a nearly inescapable pull of a siren’s call. 

Leo had just laughed again, shaking his head with barely concealed mirth as he playfully took you by the shoulders and turned you around, not so subtly directing you towards the bathroom. Telling you that there was no book so interesting that it would  take you away from the coolest attraction here in NYC. AKA him. 

Aaaaaaand maybe his brothers. You know. If you turned your head and squinted long enough. Maybe. But that was just his ego and need for attention talking.

AnYhOo, it was only fair that he as THE hero of said city, should rescue you from a sad book-filled fate, and introduce you back into the world of the living. As such you needed to get ready to go out.

You had squawked at his more or less relentless shoving, clearly taking the hint that maybe some sprucing up was in order, before laughing yourself. With an exasperated but amused shake of your head, you tried to warn him that it was serious. Tried to warn him that addictions shouldn't be taken lightly, that they could be dangerous. 

But Leo of course, took your warning like a speed limit sign, nothing but a friendly recommendation. “Pffft” He had laughed. He had laughed. “Sure. Whatever you say. How bad could an addiction be?” 

How bad could an addiction be?

That conversation was weeks ago. So tell him why he was staring up at the ceiling in the wee hours of the morning with your words echoing around him like a bad dream. 

“It’s the worst, Leo! It’s set my sleep schedule completely out of whack!”  

Well, he was no stranger to weird sleep schedules. Heck, he would even go as far to say that “Insomnia” was his middle name. Leo was no stranger to ghosts eithers. He’s had plenty of nightmarish visions to last him 2 lifetimes over. 

But this was the first time, that you had come to haunt his scared midnight thoughts. Flashes of faces, tendrils of touches, snippets of scents and mere presses of presences snapping through his mind like an old picture show, all with the ever-growing echo of you, you, you in ever fiber.  

Leo didn't wait for anyone, but more often than not he found himself waiting up later or waking up earlier for just one more text, one more moment, one more touch with you before he had to let you go for what ever reason.

“It’s constantly on my mind. I can't even think straight.”

It was with annoying frequency that Leo realized that you were now constantly on his mind to the point that he was struggling to think straight. 

Do you know how many times he'd have to hold back a wandering hand that on instinct reached out to pull you closer? How many times he's bit back a compliment that may have come across a little more serious and vulnerable than he was ready to share? How many times he's had to wrangle back thoughts that had strayed a bit too far to ever be considered innocent? 

He can't deny it even though he is desperately trying to that he thinks about you.

Thinks about trying to unravel the ever-intriguing mystery that is you. Which jokes makes you laugh to the point your eyes crinkle, which pick-up lines make your nose wrinkle, which foods make you hum(could he somehow get you to make that sound again?) which shows make your heart drum, what silly antics make you smile, what kind of clothes make up your style. 

Thinks about how he could convince you match with him one day, maybe get you to casually wear something a little more blue. Thinks about not so casually, intentionally, marking you and painting you in his color too. 

You, You, You.

“It’s like the weirdest rush ever, like I can't get enough.”

Enough. Enough. Enough. You were right. It was never enough. He never has enough of his fill of you. 

Rush was a good word for it too, the way his heart would pick up pace when he would see you. No matter the moment or occasion, his blood thrummed a little warmer in his veins at the sound of your laughter. His breath would catch like he'd been running for too long when you would sit just a little bit closer than before. He would feel strangely empty, cold, and even slow when you weren't around.

It was a completely unnameable feeling… aching? A yearning perhaps? A craving growing need… to see you again just…just be near you for a moment more. 

That would be enough, should be enough, to get himself together again, to get his heart back to a normal rhythm, right? 

Right?

You. You. YOU.

“And like, its the dumbest thing ever right? But I feel like I can't tell anybody. I feel weirdly ashamed? Because nobody would understand.” 

Ohhhhh, Leo was beginning to understand more than you probably know. He knows a thing or two about shame. Because he ashamed about the way he's started to think of you. 

Starting to enter territory that he should never, ever, have entertained. How his hands twitch with the urge to slide up the curves of your body, to carress the warm skin of your ever-flushed cheeks, to explore you and your mysteries in ways he's never wanted to before. To go places with you he's never dared to dream of doing before. To steal back the breath that you had so unknowingly taken away from him everytime he sees you. 

Yes, he's ashamed. Because friends don't think about friends the way he’s starting to think about you.

YOU. YOU. YOU. 

“And you know what the worst part is, is that I can't stop. I-I don't think I even want to.” 

Yeah. That was probably the worst part of it all.  Leo knew, he knew, that he should stop. This wasn't good for him. This...this obsession. It wasn't going to be good for you either. You were his best friend. He couldn't ruin this. He couldn't ruin you. 

It was getting to the point it was dangerous. 

But just like a speedlimit was just a mere suggestion, he was ever the daredevil. And so Leo’s foot remained firmly on the gas. 

Because he didn't want to stop. 

Addiction is the poison that we drink unto ourselves.

So yeah, he had laughed at you, not taking the warning serious in the slightest. 

But how could he laugh now? How could he continue the growing charade when the truth was now staring him directly in the face when he looked into the mirror.

He had laughed. But he could no longer deny.

Leo was addicted to you.

~AnOnYmOuS

*SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS*

AnOnYmOuS??!!!

*shakes you lovingly*

THIS WAS EXCELLENT

And exactly what I needed after a long ass day of doing homework and going to class.

WOWOWOWOWOWOW

Obsessed and addicted Leo my beloved

I must know... Is there more 👀

No pressure of course.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME!!!

Keep being amazing, keep being you 💖🫶🏽🫵🏽