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Imagine Leo Wrote You Little Love Letters in Secret?
Walk with me,
You’d started getting the letters a few weeks ago.
Folded carefully. No name signed at the bottom. Just little things written in neat/clean handwriting.
“I think you underestimate how important you are to people.”
“You always smile with your whole face.”
“I like hearing you laugh before I even walk into the room.”
At first, you thought maybe April was messing with you.
Then Mikey.
Then some random creep somehow leaving notes by your apartment window.
But every single time you mentioned them, Leonardo went strangely quiet.
Watching you read them from across the lair with his arms folded tightly over his chest.
Looking away too fast whenever you smiled.
And you never noticed the way his cheeks turned red when you said,
“I kinda hope whoever wrote these tells me eventually.”
For a second, Leonardo forgot how to breathe.
Because he wanted to.
God, he wanted to.
He wanted to tell you every time you smiled at one of the letters.
Every time you reread them instead of throwing them away.
Every time you tucked them carefully into your pocket like they actually meant something.
But he was terrified that the second you knew it was him, the magic of it would disappear.
That you’d disappear too.
So instead, he stayed quiet.
Watching from across the lair while you unfolded the newest note with sleepy eyes and a small smile.
And when you whispered to yourself—
“I think I’m starting to fall for whoever’s writing these"
just a friendly little psa to the writers who give us fics on here for FREE (some of you forget that, i think): PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post whatever you want to post. write whatever you want to write. and share whatever you want to share. so many people complain for no reason at all, but listen when i say this: FUCK. THEM. write for yourself, and write what inspires you. if that's filthy, dirty, nasty smut and porn with no plot, fucking go for it. so many people eat that shit up. and if it's fluff or angst or 800 words or 8000 words. we eat that shit up. don't let anyone ever tell you what you can and can't post. don't let anyone think your writing isn't special or worth reading.
thank you.
Making this reminded me of any of Imagined’s works on AO3. Specifically, Imbolc, which is a masterpiece. I recently reread it, and felt every emotion apart from devastation. And while I love some good old fashioned devastation, it was what I needed at the time.
Jonas Brothers✨ Greetings From Your Hometown✨ Song inspired Stories Masterlist
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Series Description✨🎵
Inspired by the Jonas Brothers album Greetings From Your Hometown, this series transforms each song into a story that lives and breathes on the page. Every lyric becomes a scene, every melody a memory. These are stories of quiet mornings and sleepless nights, of falling in love under streetlights and losing it in the silence that follows. They are about the ache of what lingers, the sweetness of what could have been, and the fragile hope of starting again.
Told with cinematic detail and raw emotion, each chapter feels like a song unfolding into a life. Love, heartbreak, nostalgia, and second chances weave together in a collection that is as intimate as it is timeless. This is not just about the music. It is about the people who haunt us, the moments that shape us, and the stories that refuse to let go.
holding this out to you. is this anything.
"Dark Thoughts"
Does stomach goop still look in photonegative?
(I think this quick doodle indicates to me that I like light-colored goop on dark internals more -- live and learn I guess)