Someone

You became a psychic when you turned three, and life has been miserable since then. The universe seems to choose you specifically to make your life worse as it already is.

Everything was fine at first, and you often used it to your advantage to make good decisions and connections. You made good friends, and you helped a lot of people. You were unstoppable.

At least that's what you think growing up.

However, the more minds are read, the more you find it annoying and more disruptive in your routine. You can read it all once brief contact is made.

From the person's troubles, their intrusive thoughts, their secrets, to their desires. All of it.

Until you finally snapped during your time in university. It became more of a disturbance, and you decided to distance yourself from contact completely, and life was rather peaceful since.

You'd listen to music whenever someone makes an accidental contact, you'll force your mind blank to keep unwanted thoughts of others away, and complete your studies like how it has always been.

You've even bought yourself a house and worked from home to avoid reading people's minds. People may think you were a germophobe. But it was far from that. You just wanted to be alone, no mind reading, all by yourself in your house.

But, who would've thought your whole house could speak, let alone think with their own minds? Everything in your house is alive ever since you have the spectacles, and it was a nightmare.

“Wait. Are you saying…” You inhaled sharply, eyes widening at two people who are the personification of the dateviators and your door. Your front door, alive and breathing. The same door you take comfort in greeting whenever you come home.

“Are you saying everything…” You motioned your finger in circles. “...in here, my house… is alive?”

Skylar rubbed her nape, pursing her lips sheepishly. “All of them? Kinda…?” Her hesitation didn't reassure you one bit.

“We are, in fact, alive.” Dorian seems so calm, in contrast to your panicking state. You aren't alone in your home, after all. The door watched as you rubbed your face in distress, letting out incoherent mumbling.

“Oh, God.” You rubbed your face even harder. You felt a headache coming in, and this worsens it. If everything is alive, then that means they all knew you, and the toilet…

“No, no way…” Skylar and Dorian watch you mumble. The woman seems worried at your shock, trying to reassure you that it wasn’t that bad.

Meanwhile, Dorian was amused. Who knew their homeowner could be this shy despite your non-sociable exterior? And if he looked closely enough, he could see the visible flush of embarrassment from the base of your neck to your forehead hidden behind your calloused hands.

“Is it alright if I wanted to think things through?” You asked Skylar with tired eyes, and she stuttered in agreement. She looked reluctantly worried to let things go, and now you felt bad. That's when you gave her shoulder a small pat.

Surprise flashed her eyes for a moment. “Maybe I was being too forward in my approach. I really hope I didn't scare him away…”

Oh, shit. You didn't mean to read her thoughts like that.

Somehow, she reminded you too much of the women you befriended when you were still in university. A sister, almost. You couldn't say no to her. Not when she looked so defeated. If she really wanted you to meet everyone in the house, then, you shall.

“Uhm, I'll just come back tomorrow.” You didn't miss a beat from seeing her eyes sparkle when you said that. “I still have to rethink everything…”

Skylar agreed to let you think of everything for the day and gave you space. Holding onto the hope that you’ll come back tomorrow. You spend your day deep in thought. The way you move around is suddenly cautious, aware of the sentient beings around your house.

You started subtle, and you slowly met a decent amount of them and got to know them better. It was rather hard to see them as lovers though, and you have personal stuff to deal with and it may ruin your relationship with your potential lovers. A quiet friendzone and avoiding skin contact should do the trick.

Of course, you tended to their needs and paid attention to it. If Betty needs a change of sheets, you oblige right away with fresher ones. Wiping away the spills on Abel, done. Offering to keep some of Hoove's hoard, you'll just take it to Jerry, who was more excited than anything. Evacuating Dolly and Lint to lightly sweep the floor, helping Mateo with the inanimals, done. Oh, Florence and Celia needed help? Sure thing.

It was a never-ending task to fulfill their requests.

Everything you handle is done with precision. It was easy. Befriending them with—accidentally—or without reading their minds became simple. As you found yourself to care for them as weeks passed by.

Until something odd happened.

You didn't know why it came to it. But it was any other normal day, and you planned to clean Jean Loo since his breath started to worsen. As a homeowner, as you are, you wanted to help. Now imagine to your surprise when you couldn't get the lid to open, and it was evident he tightened his mouth closed.

“Come on, Jean Loo… Don't keep me waiting.” You beckoned, patting the lid in hopes that he'd open it. It didn't, and you sigh. Dropping the toilet brush, you went to get the dateviators and an extra toothbrush upstairs.

You walked back to the ground floor bathroom wearing the dateviators only to see Jean Loo backing away to the wall defensively. Who could've known that a guy like him is nervous to brush his teeth?

“Do not let that monstrosity go near ‘Lil Crapper! His vocal cords already do not deserve this treatment!” You almost mistake it as a screech but he really is anxious despite babbling how the brush could scratch him.

You grumbled. “Being a Crapper means you have to take care of your throat, y'know! Your voice is your tool!”

You hopped onto the sink with your back facing the mirror, and you decided to be quick. Without a minute to spare, you immediately grabbed Jean Loo's collar and tugged him in front of you as your ankles locked itself around his waist.

He was caught off guard when your hand grabbed his jaw to straighten his gaze on you. The handle of the toothbrush was in between your teeth. You used your other hand to squirt the toothpaste on and finally held it towards with his mouth ajar.

Your eyes flashed with hesitance for a moment, but the growing smell from him kept you going. His thoughts were so loud on accident, yet you brushed it off when the stench permeating from him was even more distracting.

“Hold still.” You scrunch your face and draw the toothbrush in. Brushing the back rows of teeth while ignoring his dramatic gurgles.

“Non, non–!”

The taste of strong mint and close proximity of your face immediately filled Jean Loo's senses and his struggle went by unnoticed as you kept brushing his teeth. Your hand on his jaw would often tighten whenever he wanted to pull away, giving you more control.

You brushed his teeth with care unbeknownst to his hands reaching to your hips and clawed your clothing to steady himself. Eyes darted anywhere but on you as he can feel a raging heat growing from his neck. Maybe it started from his groin which explains the slight and painful strain in his pants. Who knows…

“Fuck, mon cherie. You are driving me insane. Merde–”

His thoughts captured your attention instantly, startling you out of the blue. You even almost dropped the toothbrush till you finally realized the very sensual position you placed both of yourselves into.

The way Jean Loo's eyes gaze at you heavily and the same flush he suffered from blooms over you. It was no doubt he was aroused by how he steadied your hips instead, with Jean Loo's groin ghosting over yours.

You have gotten so used to blocking out the thoughts that it has become so easy to forget that you have mind reading in the first place. Their thoughts would easily consume your sanity.

If you expect their words to be the only thing they thought about, then you're wrong. Most of them used their imaginations to put you into dirty fantasies parred for their satisfaction.

Nevertheless, it gets worse from there...

The scenarios started small.

You were with Cabrizzio in the kitchen. He was leaning on the countertop as he let you inspect the loose hinge on his door. If it were clothing terms, the seam of his jacket was torn. However, Cabrizzio seemed worried. He looked like he had committed something he shouldn't have done, despite it being a simple accident. Again.

“Are you certain it is fixable, Amore?” He asks, glancing down at you on the chair to take a good look at the seam. Your face is filled with focus.

You nodded. “Luckily, it's only loose. If it's broken, then Tony has to fix you up. But he's not available at the moment.” You leaned back to the chair, smiling to offer him reassurance.

“What a relief.” He sighs. “It is unbearable to think of discarding this part of me.” The jacket was a part of him, his life. It makes Cabrizzio, Cabrizzio.

“If you'll give me your jacket, I could fix it up right away.”

He did, and you went straight to work with the screwdriver in hand and held the screws in your hand. Cabrizzio had nothing to do at the moment that's why he took a seat before you. Watching as you raised your leg and placed its ankle on your other knee, and let his jacket fall onto your lap without falling.

You were working in pure concentration, and he loved that. His attention was caught when you would scrunch your face whenever the insertion was wonky, and he'd be able to notice the small shifts in your expression every minute.

The cabinet was distracted.

It didn't take long for him to slump on his chair with his legs parted, similar to a manspread. He hums a small tune while he watches you closely. That was until his foot adjusted, grazing yours.

You poured your focus onto screwing the hinge tight, securing that the man won't accidentally loosen the seam again. Twisting the screwdriver and you let yourself do the work. Unaware of the subtle movement of Cabrizzio, who sat—rather closely—before you. You noticed a shift, then another and–

You turned to the cabinet to ask if there's something bothering him. But you were cut off when a hand jumped to hold your nape and pulled you onto a pair of warm lips. It was sudden, and it caught you off guard. Your hold onto the jacket loosened to your lap from shock, and a wet sensation suddenly prods in-between the seams of your lips.

You groaned when Cabrizzio's tongue managed to slip itself inside your wet cavern and urged it to lap with yours to fight dominance. Grinning when he finally got a taste of you. You tried to fight back as your hands made its way to grip his shoulders without stopping, but he was hungry from desperation and in need of attention. It was difficult to defeat him.

An irresistible heat coiled around your groins, and the obvious tents on your pants speaks louder than any words for the growing lust you both need to satisfy. You moaned when you pulled back from him to catch for air and the cabinet admires the masterpiece he influenced you into. Slumped onto your chair, breathless with your cheeks scarlet, eyes hooded with pleasure, and your lips decorated with gloss from his saliva—

“Italy to Cabrizzio?”

You watched with a suspecting brow when Cabrizzio's train of thought came to a screeching halt, and he snapped his startled face to you. Embarrassment begins to flood within his cheeks, where a bead of sweat comically drips from his temple.

You sighed. Not from his distracted state, but his thoughts that you shamefully watched and embarrassingly so, found it amusing.

The same thing happened with Tony. You were lending him a hand when a couple of floorboards in the attic needed to be hammered down. It was a good thing that Memoria was able to address you with it. Seeing the floorboards can really injure or trip anyone who passes by.

Both of you got to work and crouched. He was on a floorboard right beside yours. The air between you was surprisingly peaceful when working with a guy like Tony. He can actually be professional.

At least that's what you thought. The floorboard he was on seems so hard to hammer down. You didn't hesitate to offer assistance and moved beside him and held the floorboard down with your foot while he hammered down in ease. Little did you know from the slight brush of your other knee to his foot, his mind began to wander.

“Tony, you dickhead.” A sneer from you.

You found yourself on top of him. Fisting his collar out of frustration as you can feel his cock filling the rim of your ass, that electrified to the tip of your erection.

Both of you were supposed to fix the floorboards, but this son of a bitch already dragged you into this before you even realized. It was irritating. He was irritating.

The said man you called out to smirked. Seeing you crinkle your nose, knuckles turning white, and your eyes filled with nothing but aggressive sends a chill down his spine.

But he loved it, he found it so hot when you're angry at him. Just from the thought of your sneering expression and how you get so worked up from irritation forms a hard tent on his pants.

And look where he is now: below your scowling, flushed face and enjoying your warmth wrapped around him.

Curses and moans spilled from your lips as you rode him at a surprisingly brutal pace. Tony can feel himself thrash under you by how aggressively fast you were thrusting his erection inside of you, and—

“Tony?! Tony–!”

You called out to him in sheer frustration. Just like Cabrizzio, Tony snapped out of it and saw you standing in-front of him. Arms crossed, and the frown on your lips tells him that you were unimpressed.

Who wouldn't be, when he was suddenly out of it, and at the same time hammering with a nail so sharp that it can pierce through his hand if you hadn't called him.

Meanwhile, Tony doesn't look guilty. Not one bit. Oh, he was aroused. The way you're looking at him was ecstasy. He can really feel a tight tent growing in his pants. Just keep looking at him like that.

But once you knew why he was biting his lips with hooded eyes, you almost scoffed. Tony was enjoying this too much.

You eventually sighed, frustration subsiding. “Don't zone out next time. It's reckless.”

“You don't need to worry, handsome.” Tony playfully winked, and you rolled your eyes. But somehow, there was that faint grin on your lips.

You really hoped they were the only ones who're shamelessly fantasizing you. It was already embarrassing when there was three. Now, imagine them being a lot, and I mean a group of them.

Unfortunately for you, it wasn't just your cabinet and your toolbox. Consider them as the warning and the beginning of your endless misery.

Amir considers you as his favourite reflection, and you were flattered. There was never a day he missed just to give you a very honest pep-talk, showering well-deserved compliments in hopes to boost your confidence. He was a man filled with honesty, and you liked that.

So honest that he imagined you looking at the mirror—him, to be exact—and see both of your reflections on how he was working himself inside you.

Whispering to your ear about how good you are to him. Tears would eventually pour on your cheeks when embarrassment washes over you. Don't worry, you're doing so well. He'll just have to kiss those tears away. You'll be fine, azizam.

“Woah!” Your hand slipped by the bathroom mirror when you were wiping off the steam, hunching over the sink.

You were trying to catch your breath from the sudden slip as Amir's thoughts were long-forgotten. Almost.

“Are you alright, azizam?” You hear him popping beside you. His hand was on your back, and you shut your eyes in hopes to block his thoughts away.

“Uhm, never better.” You croaked nervously.

Speaking of slipping…

It was your fault why Daisuke was chipped. You really didn't mean to trip to cause him trouble. But it happened anyway, and he unfortunately disliked you for it. It was the inevitable. Now here you are, doing errands for him left and right.

This also include sparing a couple of minutes after deliveries where you would give him a massage. His chip is equivalent to a strain on his ankle, and now you kinda owe him one after he caught you.

You offered one after writing poetry with him, and surprisingly, he didn't decline. He seems to like the idea.

Your hands worked their way to his ankle with gentleness as you kneaded on the sore area. That's when you can sense eyes boring on the top of your skull. His eyes were filled with intent. So much so that it almost made you squirm.

Now, Daisuke was thinking how thrilling it would be if you'd work on his cock instead. Placing both hands on either side of your head, petting your hair as he gently encourages you to keep bobbing.

Shaky exhales would slip out of him as he watched with keen eyes how your tongue was lapping against his base and then to the tip. Messily coated with your saliva and tears glistened at the corner of your eyes.

You can feel your jaw tightening whenever he softly buck his hips until his tip reached to the back of your throat. He'll hum in satisfaction.

“Oh, are we already finished?” Daisuke asks when he misses the warmth of your hands on his ankle. Tilting his head and reaching out to pat your mop of hair out of gratitude.

You nodded and you didn't raise your head. Refusing to let him see your flustered state from the base of your neck to your forehead.

“Y-yeah..!” Your voice ended up oddly high-pitched.

You were exhausted hearing the fantasies whenever they needed your help, and it sometimes wouldn't let you rest properly by how ingrained it was to the back of your mind. You'd remember every movement whenever silence greeted you, and it was excruciating.

The choice of avoiding them wouldn't be a nice decision either, that only makes you a bad homeowner. And you don't want that to happen.

That's why you craved other activities instead when you're free for the day. Fortunately for you, Chance and Parker seem to know how to have fun with their specialties.

You just wanted to have fun, having to play or not, but just enough to distract you.

Chance suggested making character sheets. What a great idea. It really is a great idea. The three of you huddled in a close circle together and let teamwork work on its own.

This was pretty much the best distraction you could ever ask for and you can let your ideas sculpt your character into your will.

Everything seemed fine at first.

But everything went downhill when Parker brushed his knee against yours. It stayed that way until he imagined you both playing twisters. Stripping yourselves from every clothing or accessories you were both wearing whenever someone gets a turn. Until it leaves you both in your boxers.

You still expect Chance is innocent? Tell that to him when his was roleplay. Which was worse than Parker. This man who's a freak in the interior imagines you wearing a warrior's armour with a cloak behind you.

You laid on the floor sideways, struggling with a fierce glare that matches well with your gruff character. You didn't move an inch, not when you were tightly bounded by red rop that's wrapped around your chest and your legs. Your arms tightly tied behind you. It was truly a sight in Chance's eyes as both of you grinded your erections in sync.

Both of their fantasies lead to a full-blown, slobbering sex. Obviously. Like how it's always been.

You tried another method of activities, and an idea of doing the extremes would let the adrenaline kick in, and it'll make you forget anything. You hope.

That's why a group of radical individuals popped into your mind. The Hanks. Luckily you were just in time to join them to go windsurfing.

Words couldn't describe how fun it was riding the whirlpools and letting the wind take you away. It felt ecstatic. All of you took turns, round after round as you did so.

It was Hank #4’s turn, while Hank #3 handled the flushing. You stood in anticipation by the sidelines with Hank #5, and all of you cheered for Hank #4, who immediately hollered in excitement when his board spun.

That's when he performed a handstand, and it caused the six of you to express your excitement and applauded.

Hank #5 glanced to you cheering for Hank #4 and couldn't help but let a blush wash over him by how close you were. It was nice to see you this excited. His attention diverted back to the sport while his elbow was unconsciously placed on your shoulder without warning.

He imagined you crying naked above him where he let his cock slowly drag itself out of you. It wasn't just him, but all 5 of them ganging up on you.

Hank #1 was kneeling before your head, his cock enveloped by your saliva, pushing himself in then out eagerly to come inside your mouth. Hank #2 kept himself busy and used your hand to fist himself, and you can feel veins throbbing around your palm, causing your cock to twitch under Hank #4’s care. The blonde was using his hands to pump both of your erection and planted bite marks on your back for display that makes you more fuckable. Meanwhile, Hank #3 was behind you, hands spreading your plush cheeks apart and grind the tip of his cock where Hank #5 was in.

The pleasure became too overwhelming and heated that you didn't notice Hank #3's finger dragging out of your puffy and swollen rim. He guided himself on top of Hank #5.

Until without warning, he thrust his hips forward and sparks of pleasure made you arch your back and moan around Hank #1. The ginger chuckles to himself when he can see the both of their cocks buried to the hilt inside your ass. You can feel them throbbing inside you as your knees buckled again, and whines seeped out of your lips.

Hank #5 begins to thrust, and so does Hank #3. Both were synchronised in their thrusts, and their girth inside you was tormenting. Hank #5 watches as tears glistened your cheeks and cum smeared your lips. The dazed look on your face tells him that you were too cock-drunk to comprehend anything and the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull causes him to thrust harder. Then—

“AGGGHHHHHHH!”

That was your last straw.

You were tired, exhausted even when the thought of sex would always and unfortunately pops into your mind. It gets worse when you were talking to the individual who was making those fantasies about you.

And you couldn't even get to jack off anywhere in the house due to embarrassment, and to the knowledge that everyone is alive and is watching you.

The worst part was, it was inevitable to not touch anyone. You actually have to if you want to help and eventually read their mind whether you like it or not.

You wanted to drink, maybe a glass or two would suffice.

You still come by the Breaker Box after resetting Volt to help around, which they finally didn't mind. It's been a week since, and they both see you as a 'friend' they held dearly and who's also as supportive for their needs.

You have just finished fixing the wires backstage and tiredly slumped on the stool as Eddie quickly fixed you a drink.

“Tired?” He asks and pours non-alcoholic drinks to concoct a mocktail. You nodded in response and let yourself tiredly lean back to the counter. Eddie carried your drink along with his as he sat down on the stool beside you.

Eddie slips your drink to you as you thanked him. You drank your mocktail in peace, the air between you was nothing but comfortable. It was silent for a moment. Peaceful, even.

The kind of silence that you craved for weeks after being spoonfed by never-ending dirty thoughts on accident. You just wanted to spend your days like these.

Coming by the Breaker Box was a really good idea.

Although, lady luck seems to hate you when Eddie's elbow brushes against your finger—wrapped around your drink—on the bar counter.

There you are, your back pinned on Volt's chest as you could feel his hands fondling your clothed erection. His teasing touch left you whining, wanting him to do something more. Eddie stood in front of you. You watch him drink his rum before he hastily pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. The rum he kept within his mouth poured from the corners of your mouth, his tongue swirling against yours to shove the flavour to your system.

The coil on your pelvis worsened when you let out a startled groan when Volt began to stroke your cock, flaccid with your pre-cum. You whined under Eddie who held your head in his vice grip, and kept pushing himself to you until your back pressed against Volt who tightened his hand around your poor cock. While the other wrapped itself around your arms to prevent you from doing anything.

You were helpless in between them.

Tears pricked your eyes when Eddie wouldn't let you catch your breath and the pleasure that Volt teased you with felt excruciating. You to buck against his hand in desperation and Volt laughs in amusement from your sudden initiation. Whereas Eddie exhales a guttural groan, before his lips finally leave yours.

The man before you scoffs in satisfaction, and he savored the sight of your slumped figure. You were breathing heavily after your release, tears soaked your cheeks, and your eyes drooped from pleasure. A complete mess.

To Eddie, it was a sight to behold—

The sudden scrape of glass on the counter immediately snapped Eddie out of his thoughts. He glanced beside him to see you ingesting your drink with one full swig.

How your Adam's apple bobbed as you swallowed every last drop of the drink he made you might drive him closer to the edge. Almost.

Once you set your glass down, he can see the flush radiating from the base of your neck to your forehead. You look out of it by how your eyes narrowed in frustration and your brows furrowed until Eddie could see a wrinkle right in-between.

“Do you have something stronger?”

You returned to your room for the night. But you didn’t reach your bed and instead slumped down on the floor right beside the door. A prolonged sigh left you, swallowing onto nothing unnecessarily but the ghostly flavor of your drink.

You just couldn't help but think that you were spiralling into madness. Too uncertain on what to do with them with every bit of your sanity on the line.

Including what to do with your ability.

You reek of alcohol, but you were able to think just fine when you did so. There was a sigh of distress again, pouring out of you that ended with a groan.

You were thinking so hard to the point you started mumbling under your breath for the nth time.

“You looked bothered, friend. Something on your mind?”

You glanced to see Dorian crouching beside you with a quiet wonder. The look on his face, however, remained as stoic as usual. His elbows were resting on his knees, and his forearms extended before him.

There was an evident strain on your grin. “Kinda? I’m sorry… There's been a lot on my mind lately. I mean, numerous.”

“Ah, yes. The good old mind reading.” Dorian hummed, and he immediately didn't miss the way your head slowly turned to face him.

He almost smirks once he sees the bewildered look on your face. Words betrayed you, and he took it as an opportunity to continue.

“It's been a while since you've done that… considering you’ve been isolating yourself inside your house.” He mused, and he watched as you blinked away the shock.

“How did you… know that?” You readjusted your slumped posture in hinted interest and sat on your knees. You were whispering at this point.

Dorian let out an amused scoff. “Do you expect I didn't hear your mumbling complaints whenever you bash your head on me, would you?”

The tone he used was far from his usual one, it sounded as if he knew.

He does. You had this habit that you needed to fix, venting how terrible your abilities are and how it was torturing you with certain thoughts of other dateables fantasizing about you.

You were lucky he was the only one who knew you can read minds.

Meanwhile, you found yourself stammering in defense and words tumbled out in a rush, as if you couldn't contain your embarrassment any longer.

You do remembered all the muttering and lightly bashing of your head on him. But you couldn’t help it. You were trying to get a grip after all that happened.

“Dorian, no one has to know about this.” You moved closer to him, and your hand made its way to grip his arm. It wasn't as tight, just pleading.

“Of course, no one has to.”

Dorian’s voice seems to drop an octave lower than normal, and he stands up from his crouching stance until the points of his shoes brush against your knees. You watched him, too dumbfounded to react on whatever Dorian was trying to do.

He intimidatingly towered over your kneeling figure with newfound confidence, and you were caught off guard when he extended his hand to you. Snaking his fingers around the trail of hair on your nape, caressing it tenderly.

You stuttered his name, too flustered to form words. Dorian looked like he was enjoying this. He is actually, now that he finally sees you flushed in the face because of him. He was watching you for a while now, and he's finally satisfied from all the waiting he had to endure.

There will be no other opportunity to see you like this, and he wanted to savour it before anyone else does.

Nevertheless, Dorian's hand slightly tightened at the back of your neck, and you realized the gravity of the situation when you found yourself facing his crotch coincidentally.

Then, he smirked when you noticed.

"What do you say we reenact those naughty fantasies of theirs, hm? Let me be your first?"

𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢: 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎

♰ you may call me traitor but my lover called my judas ˶ simon 'ghost' riley ♰ if i saw him id still kiss him ˶ simon 'ghost' riley ♱ when i taste blood in my mouth, i feel alive ˶ simon 'ghost' riley ♱ you can whistle for it ˶ simon 'ghost' riley ♰ look me in the eyes and the skeptic in me dies ˶ 141/ghost ♰ don't you realize our bodies could fall apart any second? ˶ 141 ♰ cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise ˶ captain john price ♰ love is a gentle thing ˶ rodolfo 'rudy' parra

𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢: 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚙𝚜

♱ you told me love is to pray (im sorry i dont pray that way) ˶ russell adler

𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢: 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜

none yet...

𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜

♰all the strangers of whom I’ve fell quite dear ˶ spencer reid

𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚝: 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗

none yet...

𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕

♱ every man gets his wish ˶ luis sera ♱ my hands were daylight all through the night ˶ leon s kennedy ♱ perhaps cherries look violent in the sunlight (you are all honey and rage) ˶ leon s kennedy ♱ i wanna be more real than all the rest ˶ leon s kennedy ♰ last night i dreamt we did our laundry together ˶ leon s kennedy ♱ ive hoarded your name in my mouth for months ˶ leon s kennedy

♱ something ugly in you you also saw in me ˶ leon s kennedy (head canons)

𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕