#mutual attraction

[admrlthundrbolt]

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

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Having a food cart in the Undercity could be boring. But having Jinx as a regular customer made for interesting moments. When she has a fight with her father and comes to you for comfort. Well Silco thinks it's time to meet the person that his daughter always seems to run to.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. So I just watched Arcane and fell in love with Silco. That of course means that he became my immediate muse and needed a story written. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

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Jinx slammed a fist against his desk. “I just don’t understand why I can’t go to the meetings.”

Silco sighed. “Because your not old enough.” He gave the thirteen year old girl an irritated look. “We’ve been over this, it’s not safe for you.”

Her eyes began to water. Not wanting to let him see how upset she was, she ran out of the room.

As he watched her go his heart panged with sadness. It was always a hard task to tell her no.

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Rushing down the street, she went to the only other place that felt safe. Your food cart was outside of the brothel. Joking that the workers there were the ones that needed a good meal the most. This logic kept your pots empty and pockets full. It also came with the bonus of the bouncer looking out for you. Something you were going to snub your nose at.

So to see one of your favorite customers stomping over to you. It was a sight to behold. The small blue haired teen was in a mood you rarely saw her in. Sneaking into your secret stash of fresh fruit. Something you kept on hand for her. You started peeling and slicing, as she plopped down on a stool.

“How's my favorite customer doin'?”

Folding her arms onto the edge of the cart, she laided her head on top of them. “Fine.”

As you put the final piece of fruit in the bowl you sighed in a exaggerated way. “To bad. I suppose I could trade this bowl of fresh fruit for a bit more information.”

She perked up at the offer, but raised her eyebrows in suspicion. “How much do I have to tell you?”

With a shrug you said. “Enough to make you get it off your chest.” Then you stuck out your hand. “Deal?”

A smile spread across her face and she shook your hand. “Now give up the fruit.”

Chortling at her demand, you slid the bowl to her. Then listen to her complain about her dad. You could see both sides of the argument. A kid that wanted to make her father proud. On the other hand a dad trying to keep his daughter safe. It was a tricky situation to say the least.

“I can’t stand when he treats me like a kid. When is he gonna take me seriously.” Her eyes began to water again.

Leaning forward you put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but he just wants to protect you." She gave you a hard look, still you continued. “That being said, you should always know that you’re welcome here.”

Her grin returned, only to dampen. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Putting a hand on your hip, you smiled brightly. “Of course I am. You can make up when you get back home.” Wiping down the cart top, you put away the last of your wares.

Shaking her head feverishly, she stayed glued to the stool. “Nuh uh, I’d rather sleep on the streets tonight.”

Bitting your lip, you thought through the options. Only one solution seemed the way to go. “I can’t let you sleep in a random ally. Come on, were going to have a sleepover.”

Jumping up, she helped you finish packing up and push your cart home.

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He paced behind his desk, eyes occasionally darting between the door and window. Where could she be, it's getting late. The door opened, only for Sevika to walk through.

Her eyes looked over him and she scoffed. “She's still not back.”

He grumbled under his breath. “No, obviously not.”

Rolling her eyes at the boss’ mood, she nodded her head towards the window. “I'll go look for her, anything to calm you down.” Going back through the door she barely caught his last comment.

“As you should.”

She could hear the worry bubbling up, so she let it slide.

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Bring a spare blanket and pillow to the couch, you set up a temporary bed. As Jinx skipped towards you, you gave her a mock glare. “Did you brush your teeth?”

She nodded with a frown. “The paste tasted weirded.” Then jumped onto the couch.

Tucking her under the blanket you laughed. “Sorry I only have mint. Now off to bed, need to rest up if you want to help me with the cart tomorrow.” This got her to settle down quickly. Brushing a bit of hair, that wouldn't fit into the braids you gave her, you turned off the lights.

Doing your own nightly routine, you were bombarded by thoughts of the girl lying on your couch. You tried to look after anyone that needed it, but Jinx was a special case. She had been through so much tragedy in her young life. She also had a habit of clinging to you after a fight with her father.

A sudden knock at your door startled you from your pondering. Waiting a moment, hoping it was someone at the wrong place. But as another louder knock sounded, you made your way over to the door.

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Sevika grunted in annoyance and glare into the distance. It didn't take long, after asking around, to find out where the brat had gone. A food cart that hangs around the brothel. The only problem was no one would tell her where you lived. How was she supposed to question you if nobody would give up your location.

After more time than she would like to admit, someone spilled the info. It was a useless little welp that often gets thrown out of the brothel for wanting free services. He called you a stuck up bitch, because you wouldn't give him the time of day. So he was all to happy to direct her to your home.

Now that she was in front of your door, she hoped this would be simple from here on out.

Though when the door opened it wasn't at all what she expected. There you stood plump and with prominent laugh lines on your face. You looked all of a motherly type. So the frown on your face as you stared at her seemed out of place on you.

“Can I help you?”

She glanced past you and her eyes widen as she spotted the girl. Pointed her out, she said. “I'm here for her.” Seeing you block her view, by closing the door a bit, she added. “Bosses orders.”

Narrowing your eyes at her, you flashed a look over at the kid. Stepping outside of the doorway, you quietly closed the door behind you. “I'm not sure who your boss is, but I can make a guess.” You placed your hands on your hips as an exasperated expression sat on your face. “Look she's already asleep and doesn't want to go home. Do you really want to carry her back kicking and screaming.”

She cringed at the thought, the brat was bad enough in a good mood. Giving you another once over, she thought back on her search for you. Not one person had a bad thing to say about you. Plus if the brat was comfortable staying with you, what was the harm.

“Tell you what, my cart is set up at the brothel. Why don't you let her father know that he can pick her up to his leisure there tomorrow. I'm sure the gesture would make a better impression on her than dragging her home.”

You made a good point. So with a shrug and a smirk she said. “I'll let him know the situation. But I can't guarantee that I won't be sent back to kick in your front door.”

Putting your hands up in a sign of peace you shook your head. “No need, if he insisted I'll let you in. I just think him picking her up would mean a lot. Be it tonight or tomorrow.”

With a nod she starts making her way back to Silco. Only to stop after a few steps and turn back to you. “You know you have quite the reputation around here. Made it more of a challenge than I would have liked to find you."

This caused a sheepish smile to settle on your lips. “It helps when you can provide a hot meal.”

Her smirk deepened. “Maybe"

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When she got back to the office he was half asleep in his chair. Slamming the door shut, she quietly snickered as he jump in his seat.

“Wha.” He scanned the room and glared as his eyes landed on her.

She couldn't help but noticed how the look fit much better on him than you. “I found Jinx.”

Glancing around her, his visage swapped to one of confusion. “Well, where the hell is she.” He gestured about her and grew more agitated.

Folding her arms across her chest she slid onto the chair before the desk. “With a food vendor that sets up shop in front of the brothel.”

Rubbing his temples, he tried to kept his temper in check. “And you didn't bring her back because?”

“The woman made to many good points.” She then launch into a recap of her conversation with you.

As the explanation was given, he couldn't help but agreed with you on most points. What he didn't like was you not giving him his daughter. How dare you keep what belongs to him, even if it was for only a night. He could tell by the way that Sevika spoke of you, it seemed you had garnered her respect. Which was a hard won thing to achieve. “Do you agree with her?”

This caused her to pause. Then realize that even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear, the truth was her answer. “Yes, she has the trust of the common folk and Jinx. Trying to disrupt either could result in negative backlash.”

He had to consciously unclenched his jaw. It was a thought out and comprehensive analysis. But not what he wanted to consider. “I suppose that given the situation, a little time apart could do us some good. Does she seem of the trustworthy sort.” His scrutinizing gaze rested firmly on her. Taking in any body language that may betray her thoughts.

“In all honesty, I didn't hear a single bad thing about her. Except that waste Mitch, but his opinion matters as much as a sewer rat's. It's like she's made herself a positive facet in the tunnels of the Undercity.” Placing her hands on the arm rest she leaned forward. “She might even be able to help with getting through Jinx's teenage years. Having some one she can confided in that's outside of the family business. Someone that you could keep in your back pocket for times such as these.”

The suggestion made his hackles fully lower. That could be a great boon in helping keep his daughter in line. For the first time that night he smiled. “Yes, it may be the right moment for me to meet this vendor. I will be freeing up tomorrow morning to gather Jinx from this woman.”

Nodding she had to restrain herself from smirking. She had a feeling that this meeting would be an entertaining event, to say the least.

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He walked down the street with his usual swagger. The past couple of years had his reputation skyrocketing. Taking shimmer from a small lab to a large scale production had made him a respected yet feared person.

Still it seemed there were people like you. People who weren't under the thrall of his power. So to say he was taken aback at seeing you for the first time, would be an understatement.

Your cart was homey and decorated with many personal touches. There were a few plants hanging about the canopy. Odd sizes of seating set up in front of a bench attached to the cook top. Jinx was next to you, listening to you give her patient instructions.

Then there was you. Comfortable casual clothing clung to your plump body in an alluring manner. Your cheeks were flush with effort as you mixed together a bowl of ingredients. A beaming smile made him glance away, for fear your brightened expression would blind him.

He pauses and took a moment to gather himself. This was not at all the type of senerio he saw himself stepping into.

You noticed movement not to far from your cart and glanced towards it. It wasn't hard to realize it was Silco, Jinx's father. The marred eye was his biggest giveaway. Still you couldn't help taking in his lithe figure and handsome angular features. You had no idea that such a tantalizing treat was scouring the Undercity, right under your nose too.

It was a few moments later that he heard his daughter call him over. Putting on his best face he made his way over to the pair. “Hello Jinx, how pleasant to see you this morning.” He was hoping the jab would be understood.

She looked up at him with excitement as she flipped the cooking batter. “Hi, can you believe how good this smells. I've never had breakfast from here.” She turn her attention back to the cook top and continued flipping.

“Well thank you honey. I'm glad that you feel that way." Facing him you nodded your head at the seats. “Take a seat, it won't be long before it's ready.”

He was grateful for the invitation. She was right about the smell, it was heavenly. “I believe I will take you up on that. My daughter didn't give you to much trouble, did she?”

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you began to plate up some fresh fruit and hot cakes. “Not at all. If anything she's been a great help. Didn't even complain about waking early to set up the cart.”

She perked up and jumped onto the seat next to him. “Yeah, we were out here before the morning rush. You should have seen all the people that came by.” She began shoving food in by the shovelful.

Noticing a plate had also been slid in front of him, he took a bite. It was delicious, the pairing of the lightly dressed fruit and warm pillowy cakes. He hadn't enjoyed a meal this much in a long time. Finishing the dish faster than he would have liked to admit, he couldn't keep his gaze from you.

You moved with such practiced precision behind the cook top. The way you wielded your knife made him believe you could transition into a proper assassin easily. But as he looked over at his daughter, smiling and chatting with you. He knew that you were in a better postition here.

Finishing the delectable dish he brushed away any debris from himself. “Thank you for the fabulous food. But I think it's time we be on our way.” He stood, then turned to Jinx. She was disappointed, though she followed his lead.

Smiling at the duo you held out a container filled to the brim with various items. “Here's something for the road. And I don't want either of you to hesitate to come back either.” Winking at the pair, your smile widened at the happiness on the kid’s face.

Nodding at you, he hoped his expression didn’t show how flustered he was. You were stirring feeling in him that he hadn’t felt in quite some time. “We will have to do this again then, Mrs….”

A more alluring cast settled on your face. Full attention landing on him you said. “Actually it's Miss (Y/N).” Holding out your hand, you gave his a healthy lingering shake.

Keeping a calm appearance he released your hand. “A pleasure, until next time.” Walking away with Jynx, as she called out her goodbyes. He couldn't help glancing back. Only to be shocked at your eyes raking over his own figure. Your gaze met after a few moments and you gave him a heated look. The spell broke as his daughter yanked him forward, going on about how much fun she had with you. It had him thinking about all the fun times that you and he could have together. But that would come in time. For now he would enjoy you through the stories Jinx were telling.

#arcane #league of legends #chubby reader #arcane silco #silco #chubby reader x slico #jinx arcane #jinx #mutual attraction #parenthood #food #cooking #comfort #sleepover #threats #flirting

[troubleinvioletandpurple]

Effort is sexy. -

Connection is sexy. -

Genuine interest is sexy. -

Edit: It best be mutual. 🙏🩵

#mutual attraction #intimacy #connection #violet purple #affection

[hellcheerficdatabase]

I need to know

Author: what_about_the_fish

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: A loose tongue leads to something beyond Eddie's wildest dreams.

Tags: alternate universe, what is plot? we only know smut, smut, mutual attraction, steamy QUICK, Eddie POV, one-shot, drabble, status: completed

#alternate universe #what is plot? we only know smut #smut #mutual attraction #steamy QUICK #Eddie POV #one-shot #drabble #status: completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #eddsy #munningham #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Ted reappeared with a soft, cornflower blue jumper in one hand.  'This ought to fit you.'  He held it out to Trent.  'Go on, and change, and I'll put your shirt in to soak.  See if we can't save it.'  He then indicated the plates on the counter.  'And we'll take care of that together.'

Trent took the proffered garment and trudged into the bathroom.  He tossed the jumper on the closed lid of the toilet, then stared at it, gnawing his thumbnail.

Why did it have to be cornflower blue?  

When Trent was younger, he'd discovered the film version of A Room With a View.  Young Trent had been seized with a desire to be thoroughly kissed in a sea of blue wildflowers while standing in a sunny Italian field.  And his attraction to Ted wasn't helping matters.  Because not only was the bloody jumper cornflower blue, it smelled like Ted.  It had been recently laundered, but the spine-tingling scent of Ted lingered.  Eucalyptus and mint, and something musky Trent couldn't quite identify, but it was undeniably Ted.

#ted lasso #trent crimm #ted & trent #minor ted/trent #longing #ted realizing he's bisexual #post s03e11 mom city #ted's biscuits #accidental kiss #flustered trent #mutual attraction #mutual unrequited love #tedpendent #ted lasso tv #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso fic #tedependent #tedtrent

[skylarmoon71]

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 31

There’s a hollow knock on your door, and you furrow your brows as you open the door.

“I usually make a more gracious entrance, but since we entered the veil things have changed. So I thought I’d be more careful this time around.”

He’s standing there, and you can’t stop yourself. You rush into his arms. He’s startled to say the least.

When you pull back he can see the distress.

“Sweetheart..”

His paternal instincts take control, and he closes the door, usehring you to take a seat.

“What’s wrong, did something happen to Hotchner?” You shake your head.

“Hotch is fine. So is Jack and Hailey. Everyone is fine.”

You’re smiling, and he’s relieved. But you’re still wearing that pained expression. One he’s grown used to. He understands now.

“I wish I could tell you that it gets easier. Seeing him everyday, not being able to remember a thing. I can’t think of any greater pain. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. “

“I knew what I was doing. I’ll learn to live with it. “

He knows the reassurance is said so he won't worry.

“Actually dad, there’s something I wanted to ask you. I know you said none of them would remember but Jack he..he remembers everything. He’s also found a way to get through my barrier. It was…just like Hotch used to do.”

Manchester took a pause.

“Are you serious?” You nod.

He looks down.

“That’s incredible. It’s not exactly unheard of. Children are anchors for all kinds of power. Still, this is outside the field of seeing apparitions. He’s able to communicate despite the change in reality.” Manchester swallows.

“If he’s capable of that as a child then…”

It dawned on him that maybe Hotch would regain his memories. When he looks back at you, he stops himself. There was no use in giving you false hope. Especially when you seemed to already be at your limit. Maybe he could give you some practical advice.

“Why not pursue Hotch right now. It’s true that you brought back Hailey, but they are divorced here.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

It didn’t seem right. The whole purpose of this was to give him back his family. There was a chance that he could mend things with his ex wife. If so, you didn’t want to get in between that.

“I think the best thing for me to do is keep my distance. If it comes down to it, I may just end up transferring to a different division.”

“But you love this job, and your team.”

“Isn’t that how the saying goes? If you love something, then you let it go.”

“What jackass came up with that? You think I would have won over your mother with that half baked attitude. “ You smile. This is the first time he’s mentioned her in such a light.

“You know, you never really told me how you snagged mom. I mean she was beautiful. I can’t really see her going for such a gangster.”

“Hey, I was very meek in the old days, you know. “ His defensive reply causes you to laugh.

“To be frank she spent quite a bit of time chasing me. I was unapproachable, and blunt.”

“You, unapproachable, I can’t even picture it.”

“Hah ha, hilarious.”

He’s wearing the biggest smile.

“I hope you don’t have any plans, because this is a long story.”

You pull your legs onto the couch.

“I’ve got the time.”

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“I’m sorry I kept him up so long.”

Hailey shook her head.

“It’s alright. Jack loved it. It’s nice having his dad around so often.”

Now that Jack was fast asleep, Hotch took a seat on the couch. They’d fallen into a routine that worked for both of them. Despite the separation, Jack seemed like the balance between them both. Hailey walked over handing him a glass of water, and he took it happily.

“Thank you.” She took a seat and he drank it.

“So, Ms. Black.” Hotch lowered the glass.

“She’s a good agent. Jack is also taken with her. Not something I really saw coming.”

“What about you?”

“Me?” Hotch wasn’t fully sure where this conversation was going.

“You don’t think she’s intriguing.”

“Hailey.” She smacked his shoulder playfully.

“Aaron, we're not teenagers. You can tell me if you’re interested in someone. I won’t block you on facebook.” He smiled at that.

“We work together, I’m also her superior. I’m not sure it would be very professional of me to even entertain that thought.”

“So you’ve thought about it!”

It felt like he was digging himself into a deeper hole. Hailey laughed this time.

“You know, for a profiler, you’re very easy to read.” She said between giggles.

“All jokes aside, I want you to be happy Aaron. I know I never made it easy, but you’ve always been there when it counted. You’re a good person, you deserve to have happiness. Something I couldn’t give to you.”

“I was happy, Hailey. “ His eyes are so sincere.

“I was rarely ever unhappy with you and Jack.” Hailey wipes at her eyes, and she leaned over, pulling him into a hug. He returns it.

“It’s time for you to be happy again. Jack and I will be fine.” 

#aaron hotchner #family #jack hotchner #haileyhotchner #criminals minds #manchesterblack #powers #love #feelings #mutual attraction #care #hotch x reader #boss hotch #boss/employee

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)- Oneshot

"Let her go."

The words are spoken with very little emotion.

The monster holding the little girl just tilts its head with a wider grin.

"Get to-"

You skate forward, and it moves to jump back. The second it turns, your hand goes into its gut. The shock is clear on its face, as well as the trembling girl. It's only a matter of seconds before it vanishes in thin air. The girl drops from its hold, and you catch her, whipping the blood off your hand.

"You're safe."

She's sobbing, and you hold her tight as you jump from the window of the building. You aren't sure where she'd gotten taken from, so you move to the police station. After a few calls, her parents were racing into the precinct looking frantic and deprived of sleep. You smile at the reunion. It's obvious they'd been searching tirelessly since she left their sight.

"Arigatou!!"

They both bow.

You do the same, waving at the girl as they exit. Rolling your arm, you walk out. It'll be quite a trip back to your house. You'd made the journey on impulse. The next train to your place wouldn't be for about another hour. Sighing, you walk up the hill.

"You're stronger than I gave you credit for." The voice makes you jump, and you backtrack. A man lands before you, hands in his pockets.

"How would you like to put those abilities to better use?" You swallow. The male standing in front of you exudes power. You can practically see it.

"From your cursed energy, I don't think I have much of a choice." In battle, it's clear he'd win easily. That doesn't mean you wouldn't put up a fight.

"Who are you?"

The least he can do is tell you that.

He holds out a hand for you with a cocky smile.

"Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you."

Yeah, this one would be trouble.

~Present~

"You really need to stop leaving your door unlocked (Y/N)-san."

You shriek, and the second you see that head of white hair, you blush.

"G-Gojo-sensei!!"

"Hey, no need for the Sensei, how many times do I have to tell you."

"H-Hai!"

You were still bowing and Gojo sweat drops.

"I guess that's expecting too much."

He leans against your wall.

"I heard what happened with the special grade." His head is turned in the direction of your bandaged arm. You hide it behind your back.

"I'm okay. I let my guard down. It won't happen again. You would have never made that mistake. I apologize for disappointing you Sensei."

Gojo doesn't say anything.

"She's been this way since that day.."

Although your meeting was abrupt, when he'd explained his interest in your abilities and his cause, you joined without a second thought. He's taken you under his wing. That was just a few years ago. Now here you stood, an upstanding jujutsu sorcerer. You never once questioned his methods of training. Not after the mistake you'd made in a prior case. You did everything to the best of your ability. Suffered every trial without complaint. You were a model student. A part of him had taken you up because he saw something familiar in your eyes. Something that he used to see in himself.

It was weird, the both of you were nothing alike. Yet here he was, looking in on you.

"You'd never disappoint me (Y/N)." He sounds serious now, and you lift your head.

"I'm glad you're okay." Your eyes light up.

"Sensei..."

He can see your eyes watering and he pats your head.

"Alright, alright calm down."

"I can't, Sensei is just so amazing!" You continue to bawl. Gojo looks away.

"I'm not that great."

You wipe your eyes.

"What do you mean? You even took a weakling like me under your wing. So noble!"

Gojo uses his thumb to slide under his blindfold. When he pulls it down, all you can do is stare. The brightness emitted from those orbs always catch you off guard.

"You should be careful of the praise you give me, especially when you're so adorably defenseless." His tone seems a bit different, and the hand on your head slides to your cheek. You aren't sure what to say.

"S-Sensei..?"

You aren't sure what's really happening right now.

Something in his eyes changes, and he retreats. He takes a step back, pulling up his blindfold.

"Well, I should get going. See ya!" He sounds like his old peppy self. All you do is stare when he walks out the door.

You touch your cheek.

"What...was that just now?"

A memory filters through.

One you thought you'd forgotten.

"Are you done?"

Picking yourself off the ground, you hold your stomach.

"It's been three hours, how does he still have so much energy?" You grunt at the pain racking through your body.

"How long will it be until my body gives out."

You were at the edge of both stamina and cursed energy. If he were to land a blow right now, you'd be done.

"I guess that's it." His words feel mocking.

You bit your lip.

"Don't look down on me!!"

It was infuriating. He knew his power, and he never failed to flaunt it in front of your face. You flinch when he's suddenly right in front of you. The best you can do is protect your face. A head shot would guarantee his victory.

Instead of taking the opening, his palm lands on your cheek.

"That loss was not your fault."

Your eyes shake, and Gojo watches the tears that slowly make their way down your cheeks. You clenched your fists as the droplets hit the ground.

"I should have known..it didn't make sense why she was out there all alone. H-He killed her and then took the shape of her body to trick her parents." You whimpered, lips quivering.

"I should have paid closer attention. We were both reckless. You did what you thought was right."

It doesn't feel that way. You can't get the image of the happy family out of your head. Both parents had been killed by the hands of a talented cursed user who manipulated the entire thing.

You feel your knees go weak, and Gojo supports you as you lean on him, crying.

He's always been good at helping you through pain. It's possible that he's been through so much that he knows just what to say. That day, it was the point you realized just how incredible Gojo was. Since then you'd done nothing but put your absolute faith in him. Both as a mentor and a friend.

The next morning you're on your way back to your class. Unlike Gojo you actually tried to do the job you were being paid for. Training the students of Jujutsu Tech feels like you're calling. Something you wouldn't have been introduced to if not for Gojo. You're grateful to him for much more than just training experience. The day seems to go by without error. You're almost sad when the day is over. Packing up your things, you begin making your way out of the room. You're not surprised when you turn and see Gojo at the entrance of your class. He waves.

"Yo."

You smile.

"How are your students Gojo-sensei?"

"When are you going to drop the sensei (Y/N)-san?" He sounds like a child and you giggle.

"It feels a bit disrespectful to call you anything else. What would you prefer?" You'll probably still address him the way you always have regardless of his request.

"How about, lover."

You're still smiling, because you haven't internalized what he just said. It takes a while. The realization is slow, and your eyes widen. You drop the bag in your hand in shock. It doesn't even hit the floor. Gojo is at your side in a blink, and he grabs the strap. You just gape.

"L-L-L-Lover!!"

"Was I unclear?"

He placed the bag down on the desk, and you backed up waving your hands.

"A-Are you feeling okay! Did Nanami give you some spoiled tea or something!! S-Sen-" You barely process much, because now your back is pressed onto your table. You're lying down, and Gojo is standing above, slipping between your parted legs as he places his hands on the sides of your head. You can't get a word out.

"Stop calling me Sensei."

He doesn't appear angry, but that sounds like an order.

"You're not a student. Stop belittling your abilities. I didn't train you for your praise (Y/N). Nor am I protective of you because I'm the one who brought you into this situation. I treasure you, more than my own life."

Your orbs shake with every honest confession.

"Stop undermining my feelings for you by putting up a false barrier of a teacher-student relationship."

It's hard to deny, but he's right. You've held feelings for him for so long, but a part of you has made sure to keep those thoughts at the very back of your mind. In your line of work, death was usually a guarantee. It was foolish to pursue any kind of relationship when you know any day you could die, or he could.

"W-What am I supposed to do!" You're yelling at him. You don't ever want to have to deal with the pain of losing anyone again.

"Trust that you're strong enough, that we both are." You sniffle, rubbing your cheeks.

"Y-You're the strongest Gojo." You're still somewhat sobbing, but Gojo smiles.

"That's the first time she's used my name."

"I know I am. "

There's that arrogance. You giggle softly.

"Then I guess we don't have to worry about anything."

"You don't. Because if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I'll kill them myself."

He won't let harm come to you.

That was a guarantee.

#gojou satoru x reader #cute #power #cursedenergy #trust #mentor #gojo satoru #Jujutsu Kaisen #student #loss #protective #mutual attraction #feelings #denial #truth #understanding #Mutual respect #cursed users

[achillean-archives]

Shiftylook's Mappy, Episode 13 Part 4: The End

#achillean archives #mappy #goro #shiftylook mappy #mutual attraction #as 'archnemesis'

[cupidford]

hired gun by simplyclockwork

Johnlock Love Letters #2266 

AU. After faking his suicide, Sherlock goes to Morocco to dismantle Moriarty's network. He is apprehended by John, gun-for-hire, and each will have to learn who can really be trusted.

#JL3 #Johnlockloveletters #Johnlock #love letter #hired gun #simplyclockwork #<250k #au #alternate universe #alternate universe fic rec #au fic rec #hired gun John #mercenary John #pansexual John #past torture #trust issues #flirting #mutual pining #mutual attraction #angst with a happy ending #idiots to lovers #enemies to lovers #ptsd #flashbacks #slow burn #action & romance #action/adventure #POV alternating #betrayal #first time

[meetinginsamarra]

The day when a homeless drug addict and a suicidal ex-soldier met was the beginning of something until then unheard-of: Mutual Attraction.

Of course, not all was what it looked like in the first place but the days of boredom, loneliness and lack of purpose were history. A case had to be solved, lives had to be saved and a developing relationship had to be tackled.

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Billy Wiggins, Sally Donovan, Mycroft Holmes, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Slow Burn, Johnlock - Freeform, Pining Sherlock Holmes, Pining John Watson, Idiots in Love, Sherlock Being Sherlock, BAMF Sherlock Holmes, BAMF John Watson, Injured Sherlock, Drug Addict Sherlock, Sherlock´s Past, Drug Use, Prostitution, casefic, case-related violence/torture, Suicidal Ideation, Sherlock-centric, pre BBC canon, don´t copy to another site, Sherlock_Author_Showcase_2020 collection

COVER ART for chapters 4-20 now in this series: "Teaser Art for "Mutual Attraction" by meet_me_in_samarra"

#my Sherlock fanfics #Mutual Attraction #birthday queue

[popgodz]

#sylvester #1986 #icon #mutual attraction #warner bros records

[admrlthundrbolt]

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

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After receiving a house from your mysterious late uncle. You move in and strange things begin to happen. Making you realize there may have been a reason that your uncle was so estranged.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. This is another installment of my Pillar Men series. It once again got more out of hand than I expected. But I still like the way it turned out. Also I left a hint at what the final story will be.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

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You had always thought the long lost relative leaving you a house was just a punchline. But when it happens to you, we'll you can only hope it's not a joke. Having recently graduated from college. It was wonderful to have one part of your future figured out. If only you knew just how oblivious you had been.

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Esidisi had enjoyed his time with Robert. The older man was always a riot to mess with. Not to mention his devotion to the supernatural was what brought him to the house in the first place. When the man passed, he couldn't help but expect him to also become a ghost. You could assume something like that after years dealing with the paranormal. Some of it had to rub off on the bachelor. However, luck didn't seem to be on either of their sides. What was a poltergeist to do with all this free time.

Then you showed up. You had this energy to you. It was similar to your uncle, but had an alluring pull to it. Though that wasn't the only thing that had him following you like a lost puppy. Your sweet personality and luscious figure was almost more than he could handle. It was like the gods themselves made you. Not that that had stopped him from playing pranks on you.

First was moving things. He would make it obvious. Your chapstick would find it's way out of your bag and onto the coffee table. That spoon you could have sworn you put in the sink. Was now in the same place you had picked it up from. Shrugging you seemed to write it off as forgetfulness.

Next was the odd noises. The creek of a stair when you were the only one in the house. A wind whistling through, even if all the windows were closed. Not to mention the occasional deep voice that would echo into the night. But you took it all in stride. Going as far to answer his ghoulish howls. You were to pure for this world.

He was close to revealing himself to you. If not for the shock, then so you would only acknowledge him. That was until he showed up.

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You were browsing through the library. It was your favorite place in the old house. You could waste away the day in a place like this. It had literature across every surface. A suprising amount of it happened to be on the supernatural. An overstuffed armchair was situated in one corner. Along with an ornate reading lamp and a side table with many mug rings littering the surface.

It was a place that made you wish you had spent more time with your uncle. There was a time when you were young and he would come around. But memories of those moments always seemed fuzzy. Still the library sang an alluring siren's song of knowledge that you couldn't resist.

He couldn't help but praise your uncle for having this room. He was never one for reading. Watching how it made your eyes light up and the smile it brought to your angelic face. It was enough to make tears well in his eyes. This was your special getaway, so he kept his pranks away from this area. If only to enjoy your tittering and comfort a moment longer.

A knock rang out, startling the both of you. You hadn't been expecting anyone. Cautiously making your way to the front door, your face bloomed in happy surprise. Swiftly opening the door, you smiled at the young blonde man. “Ceasar, what are you doing here?”

He sent a dazzling grin your way and stepped towards you. Sweeping you up into a tight hug. “How could I stay away from a bellissimo woman such as yourself. Also it just so happens that I had some family that lives close by. So it was a win win as you say.” He kept a hand on your lower back and said. “Now why not give me a tour of this wonderful place you've inherited.”

“Sure, I can't wait to show you everything. My uncle even has a private library. Can you believe how amazing that is.” You rambled about the splendor of the home you now owned.

All the while a pouting poltergeist followed the pair. It was one thing for a guest to come by unannounced. But to put his hands on you and act so familiar. It was enough to send him into a sobbing rage. No matter, all he would have to do is plot against this Ceasar. And if there was one thing he would NOT allow is for the other man to step foot in the library. It was a room of great importance. For it's former and current owner, it held many great and secret things. To allow it to be snooped through by the wrong person would be disastrous.

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As the visits became more and more frequent, he knew that he needed to intervene. It started with items that the blonde would convently trip over. A cord here or a shoe there. Either way they would only appear in the man's path, never yours.

Turning up the temperature had only backfired for the aberration. The blonde didn't seem phased in the slightest. While you on the other hand slipped out of your sweatshirt. Leaving you in a tank top for both men to ogle away at your deliciously plush body. If it had been him alone, he would have enjoyed his fill of the glorious sight of you. But having the pleasure shared rubbed him the wrong way. So the temperature suddenly dipped and you layered up.

When that didn't cause enough of a problem. The lights would malfunction in any room he happened to be alone in. From flickering sporadically, to turning off completely. Only to be fine when he called you over to see the problem. Still the man kept returning.

The ghost finally saw a crack in his mask. When a sudden breeze caused a door to slam in his pretty face. He cursed loudly and excused himself to the bathroom. The specter followed, wanting to reveal in his victory. But the sight of the man's reflection halted any celebration. The unmistakable features of an incubus showed in the mirror. The long horns, pointed ears, and large wing tucked against his body. His crimson eyes glared at the his own reflection, before shifting over to Esidisi. “You know this won't stop my pursuit of her.”

His eyes narrowed at the hell spawn. “Do you think she'd feel the same after finding out what you truly are?”

The blonde was quick to click his tongue at the response. “And how would she feel about sharing a house with a specter? I'm sure she would love to know just how little privacy this house holds.” His tone had become venomous.

What little color the afterlife allow covered his cheeks. “I have never encroached on her private moments. Unlike a horn dog like you, I'm sure.”

He snarled at the accusation. “I have never laid an unconsensual finger on her. I wouldn't need to with the energy she exudes anyways. We have held a strictly platonic relationship.” He frowned at the confession.

A smirk settled on the ghost expression. “Much to your disappointment, I assume.”

This caused the incubus to glare at the mirror once more. Answering the other man's query without words. Leaving the room swiftly, he only wished a ghost could properly have a door slammed in it's face.

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He had decided it was time, he desperately needed to reveal his presence. If not to get your attention, than to let you know the danger you were in. Steeling his nerves, he glided into the library. It seemed the most appropriate place to show himself to you. He couldn't recall just how long he had admire you in the space. It was time to return the favor.

Settling across from you, as you reclined in the overstuffed armchair. He shifted into a more corporeal form. He expected a gasp or scream even. But you had yet to look away from your book. Making his way towards you. He placed his hand on the pages and lowered it to your lap. He braced for your reaction once again. But was shocked when you only blinked up at him.

Mouth parting delicately, you said. “So he wasn't insane.” Shooting up from your seat, you dash over to a nearby bookcase. Rummaging through the different volumes you begin to ramble. “So his journals weren't fiction. But that means….” You trailed off and faced the ghost once more. “That means I'm not insane.” Rushing back to him, you took his hand into your own. Shaking it enthusiastically, you beamed up at him.

He looked just as your uncle had described him. Fluffy white hair, x shaped mark on his face, and tanned muscled body. Though as a faint flush took over your face, from excitement or embarrassment, you weren't sure. You couldn't help the way your eyes sweeped over him. He was quite the sight, living or otherwise. “I'm (Y/N), but I'm sure you know that. And you're Esidisi, my uncle wrote all about you.”

This was as much of a shock as you not being bother by him. “About me?” He gave you a quizzical look as his brows furrowed together.

Gripping his hand in your own. You thought back on the fondness your uncle wrote about the poltergeist. It seemed his friendship was something he could always look forward to coming home to. “Oh yes. About your pensions for pranks and harassing unwanted guest.”

This caused him to come out of his content daydream of spending the day conversing away. There was threat looming over you that he wouldn't stand for. “You mustn't spend anymore time with Ceasar. He is out to devour you.”

You fully flushed as far as your ears at that admission. “What makes you say that?”

Your blushing confused face was a pleasant sight. But he had only a moment to savor it. “He is an Incubus. You are not safe around the likes of a creature such as him. He seems to have his sights set on you. And intends to follow you to the ends of the earth to ensnare you.”

Shaking your head you frowned. “But that doesn't make sense. We met in college and he always had a partner. From what I can tell he isn't interested in me romantically.”

He wanted to shake you. Who wouldn't be interested in you. Between you soft pliable body, kindness, and curious nature. Well it was nigh impossible to not want to pursue you. Besides he had seen how the two of you interacted when alone. The blonde would all but fall over himself to fulfill any request you made. “If you will not believe me. Then their must be something in Speedwagon's journal about identifying them.”

You fidgeted under his gaze. It hurt to not take his word for it. You had read so much about him in the journals that it felt like you were already friends. But you were friends with Ceasar and had been for years. Still as you glanced up at the behemoth of a ghost you felt a pull of familiarity. “OK, I'll do some research. But I want you to cool it on the harassing him until I get something a bit more solid.”

He placed a hand to his chest and bowed. “I swear it.” But the mischievous smirk on his handsome face made you think otherwise.

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The next few days were hectic. Between balancing life and Research, you saw supernatural creatures everytime your eyes closed. From an interesting tale of a human warrior and a dragon. The government allowing Werewolves to live in National Parks. To the story of a Gorgon taking in strays. It was a lot to take in after being told that this world was only a fairytale. But you persevered and found every bit of information you could on Incubus.

Esidsi watched over you tirelessly, at least for a ghost that is. He would bring you warm drinks to keep your spirits up. Always remind you when it was time to take a meal break. It made him regret not revealing himself sooner. To think of the time you could have spent together. He especially loved the quirk you had developed of reading out loud for him. It was nice that you would include him in your research. No matter, you were spending time together now.

“Why not catch his reflection in a mirror?” He thought it would be the simplest solution.

Shaking your head, your eyes stayed on the pages in front of you. “No, he was caught once that way. I'm sure he'd do his best to avoid the same mistake.” You felt guilt talking about your friend this way. But the more you learned about the nightmare creatures, the more you believed he could be one.

He rubbed his chin in thought. “Holy water then. It is sure to bring out his demonic side.”

This caused you to glare at the man. “Also no. I refuse to hurt him. Even if he is a supernatural being. He hasn't harmed me in any way. So I will extend the same courtesy to him.” Fed up with the book in your hands, you reached for another.

Racking his brain for a new suggestion, he frowned. He could see the weight of the situation was baring down on you. Cringing at the same thought that he had been avoiding, he sighed. “You could use your charm to wring the answer from him.”

You were quick to shoot that idea down. “That isn't an option. For one neither of us are interested.” The ghost wanted to scoff at the suggestion that Ceasar wasn't into you. “Not to mention creating a romantic bond with a sexual demon can result in a sort of contract. It would create more problems than solutions.”

Silence fell over the room as you both ran out of options. That was until an intriguing line caught your eye. “Here's something new, listen to this. ‘When an Incubus bathes in moonlight his glamor melts away. Only to fall into a lovers arms in his true form.’ Does that mean moonlight strips them of their disguse?” Looking at him quizzically you only receive a shrug in return. “Now that I think about it, I'm not sure I've ever seen him at night. He usually heads home before the sun sets. This could work.” Darting for the kitchen, a bewildered spirit follows close behind.

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Setting the kettle in the sink, your heart was filled with a heaviness. It was hard knowing there was a chance a close friend was using you. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But the fatigue when he would leave and never coming around at night. They weren't proving his innocents. You had to be sure though. So you prepare for his eminent arrival.

He watched you flit around the kitchen. Torn between your guilt of not trusting a friend and want you to know the truth. Your safety was his top priority. If not from your uncle's request, than his growing fondness for you.

A knock came from the front door. The two of you glance at each other. Your concerned expression shifted to a smile and you nodded. If not to reassure the ghost than perhaps yourself. Heading towards the door, you noticed him vanish into thin air.

Inviting the blonde in you made your way to the kitchen. “Come on, I made some cookies yesterday and want your opinion.” While you had baked them yesterday, it was only in preparation for today.

“Sounds good.” He followed right behind you, he loved your cooking. He also missed your company, though he understood when you had conflicting schedules. He could feel himself drawn to you like a lost ship to a lighthouse. Something about you was unnervingly alluring. Still that didn't stop his eyes from wandering, looking for an unwanted spirit.

Gesturing to the plate of cookies on the dinning table, you head across the room. “I'll put on some tea. I have a blend that should really compliment the flavor of the cookies.” Turning on the tap, you glanced over your shoulder. He was to preoccupied with the treats to notice that the kettle wasn't under the stream of water. Bringing it over to the stove, you turn on the burner. Then set about preparing the tea and cups.

A pang of guilt surged over you as your gaze met his own. But you had to only remind yourself of what could happen if you didn't prove what he was. One small test to settle your nerves. Even if he wasn't an incubus, there was a chance he could be something else. For goodness sake you were living with a ghost. What your uncle's journals contained had opened your eyes to many possibilities. So a close friend being a Demon right under your nose shouldn't be that surprising.

So lost in your thoughts, you almost jumped as the kettle whistled. Quickly pulling it from the stove top, you took a deep breath. Putting together the drinks, you brought them to the table and sat. Sipping from the cup, you waited in anticipation for his first gulp. It came and there was no change to his appearance. Which made your heart sink in an unexpected way. You never expected for yourself to be disappointed in a negative result. But it may have to do with the way that Esidisi deflated in the corner of your vision.

Suddenly a hand came into veiw. “Are you even listening (Y/N)? I swear it seems like you're looking right through me today.” He pouted at the accusation.

Shaking the thought away, that now seemed ridiculous, you shook your head. “Im sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

He nodded, but his expression was a bit suspicious. “I understand. Are you still job hunting? I've had some troubles with it myself.” He took another sip from his glass.

Movement caught your eye. Worried it would be the poltergeist attempting to throttle the blonde. You were surprised at what it actually was. Two horns started to materialize on his head. Another sip and his ears began to elongate. As he finished of the cup of tea his true form had revealed itself. Your eyes widened in shock.

Noticing the change in your expression, he paused. “What, is there something on my face?” Bringing a hand up to smooth across his face. He was taken aback at the long nails that had appeared on his fingers. Darting a hand to his head, he felt the all to familiar hardness of horns. Mouth falling open, he rushed to explain. “You shouldn't be seeing me this way. This was supposed to happen differently.” He stepped towards you.

Jumping from your seat, you backed into the kitchen. “I wasn't supposed to know. When then? With you were hovering over my sleeping body then?”

His face pinched in anger. “No, I would never do that to you. The time just never seemed right. Please (Y/N).” He brushed a hand against your plush cheek.

Striking his hand from away, you glared. “We've known each other for years Ceasar. Why wouldn't you trust me with something like this?” Tears began gathering in your eyes. You weren't sure if they were from frustration at his lies or your naivety.

Coming closer to you, a sudden look of rage came over his expression. The weight of a warm hand fell on your shoulder. “That isn't the only lie you've told tonight. Weren't you the one that admitted how her delicious body just radiated energy.”

His words rang in your head. The sleepless nights and lack of motivation after Ceasar's visits. Finally the pieces clicked in place. You were only an object to him. Though you had become much more knowledgeable since your last visit. Sliding a hand into your pocket, you glared at the man you had once considered a friend. “You know, I wasn't sure that the tea made with moon water would work. Your disguse was no match for it though. But it wasn't the only thing I found in my research.” Throwing the handful of salt in his furious face, you said. “I banish you from this home.”

Like a whirlwind he surged out of the nearest open window screeching. Darting over you shut and locked it. Placing a line of salt along the sill.

Turning to the ghost, you leapt and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “That was exhilarating!”

Wrapping his arms around you, he savored the feeling of you against him. “You did well little one. But will you not miss him.” He knew the wound was fresh. Still he had to know what your feelings were.

Dropping your arms you looked at him in ernest. “If I was only a source of food for him. Then it was time that I cut him out of my life. Would I have thought it would end like that.” You shrugged and let out a heavy sigh.

He stared at you for a moment. Noticing how much you had grown into the world of the supernatural. A sly smile slipped onto his face. “You know, your uncle left you a bit more than you were told of in his will. Though he did leave it up to me as your protector to decide if you were ready. It seems he was right about you all along.” He paused for a beat, he always was a sucker for tension. “Do you think you are prepared for another adventure?”

Smiling at up him, you said. “Well, that all depends. Will I be allowed to bring along a certain specter?”

Caressing a hand down your arm, he intertwined his fingers with your own. “I don't think that will be an issue.”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #chubby reader #esidisi #chubby reader x esidisi #poltergeist #poltergeist esidsi #speedowagon chubby reader #ceasar zeppeli #alternate universe #ghosts #supernatural #demons #incubus #inheritance #pining #mutual attraction #onesided attraction #banishment #reasearch #wicca

[xtrablak674]

knitboy1

I will be the first to admit it takes less than a blow of the wind for me to get a crush on a man. I have had probably thousand of crushes, some for seconds others spanning years that never reached any kind of fruition. Frankly, I love a crush, its a parasocial relationship that is occurring in your head. #lol The hardest thing can be actually meeting that person if its a digital crush, or for IRL crushes the person calling you out over the crush, or in some instances ignoring it completely and doing things like lifting you up in a bear hug in the reception area of your job! #CJstopthat

John was one of many folks I followed and who followed me back on my old Flickr account (before SmugMug deleted it, with no cause or warning). I think the kids call it mutuals now, and there is an entire subculture about the relationships folks have with their mutuals. These were some of the things playing out with me and a lot of my Flickr mutuals. There was this British guy who was a bit more aggressive and verbal in his feelings, and I would be telling a whole-ass lie if I said I didn't encourage him.

But knitboy1 was a local Brooklyn artist and albeit I am not a fan of plugs, I not only loved his artistic vibe but I thought he was attractive. I could see myself dating him. He was giving you an anti-hipster early Williamsburg vibe, even though he lived in I think Bushwick, a neighborhood that boarded Willysburg. He didn't seem like someone who was outside of my reach, he was attractive but not at a level that I thought he would be slumming in being with me.

Sixteen years ago he actually came to visit me, it was a chaste visit. Both of us with our cameras his a Nikon, mines a Canon the duopoly of camera companies photographers usually falling on one side or another. I can't recall the specifics or the goal of our meeting, it was surely not a sexual rendezvous no matter how much I would have liked that, I think it was a more plutonic meeting of us just exploring what the other was about in person. And most importantly to see if there was any spark, well at least for me.

Alas there wasn't, even though he referred to me as 'handsome' in one of the two photos he posted of me in his streams tags. I wasn't sad as much as disappointed. Sometimes the fantasy in your head seems so real that you wish it would spill over into reality. But most times this is never the case.

Sitting in my window seat doing my morning reading, the last thing I thought of doing was writing a journal entry, but I had opened a new browser window and found this website of knitboy1 and took a look around and seeing on the contact page the reason I couldn't find him on the remaining Flickr account I have is because I forgot the 'one' on his screen-name, it wasn't just knitboy, it was knitboy1. #bingo

I took forty minutes to go through his stream fav'ing photos I had long ago liked, screenshotting a couple of models I still found hot, the bulk of them being his self-portraits. I clearly still find him attractive. It looks like 2017 was the last time he used his Flickr account like so many of us who felt so close during our time in the early and mid-aughts, the platform passing through so many hands since the originators, so many changes and upheavals, we had collectively moved on from this platform which at one time in my life took up so much of my bandwidth.

There were many friendships made during that time, folks that I actually met IRL. My time on the platform gave me the confidence to have a short-lived visual arts artistic career taking my work from a digital space to hang on the walls of brick and mortar galleries and museums all over the country and the world. I had fond memories of this photo-based social media network and not even the deletion of my account could dismiss these warm feelings.

Wanting to get back to reading and sucking up this vitamin D this morning, I decided to send knitboy1 one of the photos I took of him during our all to brief meeting. I had edited it recently for content for my DA account. He hasn't responded yet, and he may not, but you can never know if you don't try. #🤷🏿‍♂️

[Photo by Brown Estate, Bottom Photos by John Brinegar]

#journal entry #mutuals #crushes #flickr #smug mug #social media #parasocial relationships #mutual attraction #friendships #plutonic relationships #complicated relationships #nikon #canon #Bushwick #williamsburg #brooklyn #artist #texture artist #visual artist #throwback #irl #vitamin d #early aughts #yahoo

[electronicka]

Mutual Attraction - #3

#House #Deep House #Abstract #Mutual Attraction

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Oneshot

Books are the language he spoke.

For Leo, he’d always gravitated towards them. That’s how they’d pass time when he was growing up. Splinter taught them the importance of knowledge. They were all gifted in their own way, and it was thanks to the many readings they’d indulged in. Although as they got older, Raph preferred punching bags, Donnie liked computers and Mikey could get lost in his video games for hours. Leo still appreciated the mystery that came with each and every book he touched. That’s why when he met someone just as invested as he was, it felt nice.

You just loved books.

Of course you hated school, like most. There was a big difference between finding a good book, and being forced to read some boring text on how screwed up history was.

Despite that, you took pleasure in reading. Leo remembered you educating him on a particular one that was pretty special to him. He lost count on how many times he’d read it.

“Hey, is that Kuno’s sword?”

Leo looked pleasantly surprised that you’d recognize not just the text, but the Japanese translation on the display cover.

“It is, have you read it?”

“Sure have.” You jumped over the back of the couch, landing right next to him with a grin.

“I read it my freshman year of high school. Did you know the story is a love letter?” Leo is completely invested now. You shift closer.

“But it’s a manual on martial arts. How could it be a love letter?”

“Well, the author was an upcoming writer in his hometown. He fell in love with a priestess. They met at a mixed martial arts school. She was teaching the class, and he was writing a paper for his university assignment.”

Leo’s eyes are filled with wonder. Then he re-reads an earlier sentence that he’d been stuck on. In the past he’d assume that some of the errors he’d spotted were due to a misprinted typo. Possibly a rip off of the original book. They didn’t exactly have the best access to exclusive items. Now that he’s looking at it, some of the words go together. His eyes shift through the pages before hurriedly, and you laugh.

“You just noticed the hidden text.”

Leo is in awe.

“This is incredible..”

You nod, reciting the current page as you point them out.

“Fierce like a sword.”

Each area that your finger lands, Leo takes in the text.

“Every bit of this was a gift he made for her. Truth is he wanted to marry this woman, but her father didn’t approve. He was a novice writer, and Kuno’s father wanted her to be with someone strong who could protect her. Provide for her. But they were in love, so Kuno ran away with him, despite her father’s opinion. They were married a few years later. Kuno and her lover had two boys who ironically became national champions in Judo. The author was well known for his insightful perspective of the art of fighting. His book teaches discipline, control, love and courage. It’s an inspiration that demonstrates fighting for what you care about.”

He couldn’t have phrased it any better. This was the first book Splinter had given to him. He always wondered why he liked it so much. There were life lessons embedded in the book he had never truly noticed until now.

“How did you figure it out?” Leo can’t help but ask.

You’re smiling proudly.

“Well the first time I read it, I kept seeing the errors. I thought I just bought a bootleg version, so I reviewed the original online. When I put them together I started to see the little notes in between, so I researched the author. I was surprised it took me so long, I’m a sucker for romance. It just made me love it more. Writers have a way of putting a bit of truth in whatever they write. Whether it be fiction, fantasy or comedy. Our desires are easy to spot in the words we write. As a striving writer myself I know first hand."

You always looked so passionate when you talk about books.

"Writing is how we speak to the people around us. It’s our own personal love letters.”

That’s what you’d said to him that day.

Leo had seen a few of the pieces you wrote. You were great at poems, and short stories. Most were action packed, or fantasy driven. You were never shy to display them. That’s why he’d found it strange that for the last couple days, you were being a bit secretive. He caught you a few times typing away, but when he brought up the topic, you’d hastily close your laptop and change the subject. At first, he brushed it off. Maybe you just weren’t ready for anyone to read it.

One particular evening he was in the dojo practicing with his brothers. You were at the side with your back to the wall as you threw words to make them smile every now and then, typing away on your ipad. Training continued for another couple hours until everyone called it quits. Raph and Donnie were arguing about who should get the last juice box. You’d raced Mikey to the fridge to snag a few poptarts.

Leo stayed behind to meditate. At least he tried. Five minutes in and he heard a ding. His eyes popped open, and he saw the glowing of your ipad screen. He tilted his head. You never went anywhere without it. Leo smiled, standing.

“If I want to get anything done, this needs to go.”

He’d gotten used to the insistent ring of notifications. Who knows how many more would go off. Moving to the wall, he picked up the device.

“(Y/N), you forgot your ipad.” He called. There wasn’t a response, so he moved to head around the corner, but the words printed on the open document caught his eyes. He couldn’t help himself. He knew it was intrusive to snoop, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His eyes ran over the screen.

“Lee’s arms were strong, he lifted her so effortlessly off the floor. Every look he’d sent was like an impulse he couldn’t stop. Despite being a warrior trained by his father to protect his brothers, he deserved love. The two swords he carried around were like the guard he needed. But she saw through it.”

This felt fairly familiar.

“Every time she saw him, her heart would give a healthy thump. Those sapphire gems that always pierced her heart. He was everything she wanted in a man. Strong, smart, honorable, kind. He’d laid his life down for the people of the village. Fighting alongside his brothers, Rain, Dion, and Mike.”

Wait a second..he was definitely spotting a pattern.

Leo scrolled forward, accidentally moving to the next page.

“She’d known for a long time how she loved him. Possibly from the very first day that he’d saved her from drowning in that river.”

The river..

“Leo did you hear what I said, Mikey’s going to eat all the pop tarts if you don’t hurry.” You skated around the corner with joyful laughter. All of that seemed to halt when you saw him. Leo’s gaze lifted, and when you saw the item in his hand, your heart dropped. You snatched the ipad out of his hand viciously.

“W-Why would you go through my stuff!” You sent him an accusing look, and Leo stammered.

“I-I didn’t mean to, I was just bringing it to you but I..” He wasn’t sure what to ask first. All the questions ran right out of his head when he saw the way your eyes began to well up with tears. You pulled your bag from the floor, shoving your ipad in as you stormed off.

“(Y/N) wait I’m-”

“Leave me alone!!!” You disappeared around the corner.

Leo wanted nothing more than to chase after you. But the judgy looks of his brothers made him halt.

“Whatcha do this time fearless?” Raph asked mockingly.

“I didn’t do anything, I was just..” How could he explain that? He just sighed, turning around as he headed for his room. You may have had a head start on him, but he wasn’t going to let this hang in the air. He grabbed his swords, heading after you.

~~

You’d jumped into the first taxi you saw when you got to the surface. When you were back in the safe confines of your apartment, you deflated, dropping your bag on the couch.

“I can’t believe he saw!”

You’d been so good at hiding it.

“Darn online blog.”

This was all their fault. In the article it said that finding alternative outlets would help. You figured that if you could never voice your feelings for Leo, then you’d do what you did best. You portray it in a story. A safe, healthy way of embracing your creativity and dealing with the conflict. You run a hand over your face as you move to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. You were pacing in the room.

How could you face him after this? Leo was smart, so of course he must have figured it out. You did use different names though. So maybe you were in the clear.

“That’s right, he might not have figured it out. I freaked out for nothing.”

“I’m not an idiot, you know.” You screeched, and Leo couldn’t help but chuckle as he jumped through the window, closing it upon entrance.

“W-What kind of psycho sits silently in a girl’s bedroom window!!? “

“You should be grateful it’s just me. How many times have I told you to be more careful? You shouldn’t leave your window open.”

Classic Leo giving you lectures on safety.

“I’m pretty sure no one is that committed to climbing up ten stories just to attack me.”

“You can never be too sure.”

You almost forgot about the whole ordeal, but it creeped back up, and you suddenly felt painfully vulnerable.

“It’s rude to snoop through people’s things.” You were upset. Because he invaded your privacy.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. I fully intended to bring it to you. But then I saw the text and I couldn’t stop myself. It’s not an excuse. But I need you to know that I would never intentionally go through your personal belongings.” You knew that. This whole situation was just too embarrassing.

“Regardless of what happened, (Y/N) I need to know. Was that story..about me?”

The very question you were hoping to avoid.

Tugging at your shirt, you look away. No reply is given, but you can feel Leo’s eyes on you. He takes a step forward, and you take one back.

“I’m sorry..”

A tentative whisper. You won’t look at him.

“I never wanted you to find out. I thought if I wrote down how I felt and invented characters to play out the love that I wanted it would be easier to face you everyday and pretend that..that I didn’t have feelings for you.”

He realizes that this was not supposed to be discovered.

“Our own personal love letters, right.” He whispers. You look up, and Leo inches closer. Every step is taken cautiously.

“All this time you’ve been in love with me?”

Your lips quiver.

“I’m sorry.”

Leo shakes his head, gently tilting your chin up.

“Stop apologizing."

When his lips meet your own, you feel your heart soar. Your brows knit in confusion, and you reach out, hands pressing to his chest. You aren’t really sure what’s going on. This is crazy. Did you bump your head on the way in and now you’re playing out this fantasy. Leo’s hand moves your waist and he pulls you in closer. You let out a soft hum, hands balling into fists. Leo grins against your lips. It’s clear that this has taken you by surprise. He pulls back for a second, licking his lips, and you’re adorably dazed.

“I guess I should have been honest too. It’s not always easy for me to be honest about how I feel. But I love talking to you. Comparing. Making discoveries on hidden text in good books. So don’t you ever apologize for how you feel.”

Even if your feelings had been one-sided, there was no way he would shun you for it. You see that now. It was just a bit nerve wracking feeling so much without knowing.

“You’re like a real life prince Leo..”

It’s a little mumble, and he chuckles. Even you couldn’t write a character this good.

“Since I’m a prince, I guess that makes you the princess.” You squeak when he leans down, picking you up. He begins moving to the window.

“W-Where are we going?”

“Not sure, but we’ll figure it out.”

He just looks at you with those pretty blue eyes. At that moment you know there’s nowhere you wouldn’t go with him. So you smile, leaning your head on his chest as you enjoy the ride.

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