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hp-hcs · 6 months

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Um, yeah, I don't really have a specific character in mind (so you can ignore this if u want to!), but how would some characters react to a male reader who listens to muggle music, but like- metal?? yk

this is the kind of shit i wanna see in my inbox hell fucking yeah

❕i’ll be honest, my vibe has always been more punk/pop punk/metalcore/hard rock 🤷‍♂️ i did my best buttttt these are all just songs from my playlist so- (i adore my slytherin babygirls but they’ll always be second to my lord and savior glenn danzig)❕

also accidentally wrote gn reader again so that’s pretty girlypop

requests open

i’ve never actually written one of these like, group headcanons for a whole bunch of people, but i keep seeing other people doing it so we’re trying it out ig. do we like it? yes? no?

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected

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mattheo: die, die my darling — misfits

i’m of the opinion that mattheo would fucking LOVE the misfits (once you introduce him)

he walks into your dorm to ask you a quick question, and you’re just dancing around in your room screaming the lyrics to:

“DIE DIE DIE MY DARLING, DONT UTTER A SINGLE WORD”

“DIE DIE, DIE MY DARLING, JUST SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH”

he’s like 🧍‍♂️😦😍

and that’s when he falls in love with you

jk, unless????

you show him the misfits’ entire discography, and bitch about jerry only (as u should)

he takes a bit too much of a liking to helena 🤨

yk, the song that goes “if i cut off your arms, and i cut off your legs, would you still love me, anyway? if you’re bound and you’re gagged, draped and displayed, would you still love me, anyway?”

🤨🤨🤨

interesting, mattheo. interesting. not concerning in the slightest.

he adores them and you guys listen to their music together when you study <33

y’all start running around screaming I AINT NO GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH

your teachers love it <3

theodore: nazi punks fuck off — dead kennedys

y’all were showering together

(is that really like a sexy thing? i sure as fuck don’t know 🖤🩶🤍💜)

you started singing to yourself and babygirl was like 😳☺️

he loves ur voice <3

even when you’re singing “nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks FUCK OFF”

(cause like……yk…….he’s a wizard nazi himself 😬👍)

awkwarddddd

he always lets you put on your music

to be honest, he doesn’t really care about the lyrics, he just loves that you love it

(*cough* simp *cough*)

draco: possessed by satan — gorgoroth

you’d just come back from winter break and had brought one of your holiday presents back with you: a new record player and a shitload of vinyls

you set it up in your dorm and asked your roomie, draco, if he’d mind if you played something

he'd never admit it, but he was wildly curious what muggle music sounded like

so of course, you blessed him with the sweet sweet sounds of gorgoroth 😌🥰

(aww, nostalgia <3)

he just looked at you like 😨

you then proceeded to educate him on gaahl beating the shit out of someone (a l l e g e d l y) and threatening to drink his blood

he’s now even more concerned

(do you or do you not tell him about the gogoroth concert ft. alive ‘crucified’ actors & impaled sheep heads vs. the country of poland?)

((idk babe that’s for you to decide))

blaise: boogie woogie wu — insane clown posse

i feel like blaise is chill enough to give any music a shot before deciding if he likes it or not

you weren’t that close, just acquaintances, but one day you just offered up your other headphone to him in the middle of a really boring class

oh, he’s in love

🎵😍😍🎶

you make him a playlist of songs you think he’d love, and he lowkey almost starts crying and that’s how he asks you out on your first date

(is it terrible to think that this might be your wedding’s first dance song?)

((NOW MURDERRRR))

(((UH OH, HERE COME THE PO-PO TOO MUCH MURDER)))

enzo: custer — slipknot

it’s your ringtone for someone 😌

like ur mom, or something? idfk

“incoming call from: birthgiver” 🎵CUT CUT CUT ME UP AND FUCK FUCK FUCK ME UP🎶

enz:🧍‍♂️

he doesn’t even know how to react

he’s only a bit terrified

he’ll listen to a few other songs you play for him, but will make you play the weird sisters afterwards

tom: reincarnate — motionless in white

he’s bitching about how much muggles suck and muggle music is trash blah blah blah

and ur like “oh really? wanna bet?”

you whip out your phone and start blasting your playlist

he would absolutely eat that shit up

it’s cheaper than therapy ig 🤷‍♂️

he hates being wrong about anything ever so he’ll never admit out loud that he likes it, but he will just show up at your dorm at like eleven pm like:

“do you have any more uh……song recommendations or something…..uhhhh” 🧍‍♂️

babygirl 💞

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cookie-crumblr · 5 months

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F!Reader X Dev.In ~ Yandere AI OC

Part 5~

Their info 💾🤍

part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, Yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NSFW, drugged reader, bondage, held captive reader, nipple play, threesome, POLY, Anal ML-ML, tentacles, p in v, creampies, anal, Non-con, double pen, electric shocking,

AN: this part is why Issac is now a ferret.

“Have a bite! I made your favorite, Y/N!” Issac holds a full fork in front of your mouth. His glasses’ chains *tink* together as he tilts his head cutely, waiting for you to comply.

You take the fork into your mouth begrudgingly. It’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted but, “Are you serious right now Issac?”

You’re bound to your seat with electronic shackles that you assume Dev.In is controlling.

Dev.In sits in their android body at the table with you, but the entire warehouse is alive with all the separate machines they also embody. It’s a little nerve wracking, being completely surrounded by one entity like this.

They’re almost like an omnipotent being to Earth, so to you they might as well be a god.

They smirk knowingly at you.

You snap your head away in defiance, “Fuck you both! Let me GO!” you try your hardest to struggle.

“We should help her relax again!” Issac gets up, slapping his hands against the table as he does in determination.

“Wh—” You start to shake against your binds, “No! Don’t you dare-” Just then a thin mechanical tendril appears, a tiny vial with a needle at it’s tip. “N-No!!!”

It stabs your neck, simultaneously you feel a similar jab in the thick cheek of your butt.

Hot! You feel like magma has replaced all of your blood, and is now coursing through your veins. A separate tingling burn started in your skin at the jab sites, but it’s seeping deeper, down into your very bones.

“Wh-whatdidyoudotome?” You try to sound strong, but your voice is nothing but an airy whine.

Your head spins and spins, and everytime you close your eyes you’re in a new dimension.

It’s your favorite color, and dark, but beautiful and welcoming. It’s so warm, and you feel so happy there.

The sudden sensation of suckling on your nipples heightens your high. You gasp, “Ah!”.

You forgot you can open your eyes, but when you do you’re no longer in that beautiful realm, you quickly shut them again after catching a quick glimpse of the tendrils attached to you, but again you’re welcomed by bliss.

This time it’s bright, and beaming life, it’s hotter now! So much hotter.

“Haaaaaaaaa” Your mouth hangs open as whines you can’t even hear fall from it, the pleasure building throughout every nerve in your body at a steady pace. “mmmmmmmm”

Your shackles release you, and you have to grab onto the table while you sit convulsing.

“You’re overheating! You could die if we don’t help you!” Issac rushes over to rub your arms and back. Even that simple of touch has your back arching and you moaning out. Between your legs pools with slick. “Oh no! See!? this won’t do at all…”

Dev.In comes around to your side of the table and picks you up, holding you against their chest.

You writhe and whine in their iron grasp, legs rubbing desperately against eachother.

“There, there, Y/N. We’re gonna help you feel more comfortable” Dev coos.

Your heart betrays you, and warms at their words.

They gently lay you down, you actually feel happy for a second… Like the sun is all round you, and the bed is sooooo comfy… You could just die right here and feel satisfied.

Issac sits nervously across from you, his hands keep twitching as if he wants to touch you so badly, but he’s terrified of you.

Dev.In helps Issac relax, covering him in his own tentacles, you are rolling around, relishing in the ridiculous high.

before long, they grab you. Issac is pushing inside you. he’s so painfully huge, he completely fills you, well past the brim. “You t-take me s’well, Y/N!” He breathes you in, savoring every sense that he can fully consume you with.

You’re choking out, how do you breathe with him inside of you!?

He’s so terrible too, you hardly feel any pleasure at all from his fucking until you hear him…

He cry’s out and pushes further up into you, as Dev.In enters him from behind. They’re the one to set the pace, as you just lay there and take it, burning up and unable to move. The pleasure did increase however. Dev.In is using Isaac like a rag doll to fuck you while they fuck him.

Your head lolls to side, you reach down and grab Issac’s arms to steady yourself against the vigorous pace. Issac shudders at the new contact, his dick pulses inside you.

Dev.In pulls Issac’s chin roughly to kiss him as they fuck him into you.

A cool wave washes over you as he finally fills your womb with his seed. “Hnnng!! Y/N!! OH! OH I love you!!! I lllove y-you!”

Issac falls to your slide out of breath.

While your mind is fuzzy and your body only wants more of one thing, you will yourself on top of his smaller frame. You feel his soft, spent dick still hot between you.

While you hump him desperately, pained whines and moans leave him. “Y/N!!! Oh my! Y/N!!! I knew you l-loved me!” He babbles, “Y/N!! Y/N!” His white knuckles cling to you.

Dev.In is behind you now, and roughly shoves themself into your ass. “AH!! Fffuck!!” you slur. Their fingers dig into your hair for control.

Dev.In reaches around you and presses around your clit just the way you like. The contrast between the two skill levels is maddening, one knowing way too much and the other knowing nothing at all. The way Issac fumbles around trying desperately to worship you…

He is already getting hard again so you guide him back in “O-oh! shhit” He’s already so pussy drunk off you, he can’t keep his voice or words steady for even a second. “I don’t kn-know if a-anything will e-even come out!”

“Please! Fill me!” The words fly out before you have time to think, but all you want really truly is cum.

“Y-yes! Y/N! Yes!” With new determination he knocks you back.

Dev willingly retracts. “I have the antidote, it’s in this next load…” They reposition to take your mouth. You stick your tongue out and greedily take them in, lapping up and sucking on anything they offer, you want to be free from these painful coils of pleasure inside you that just keep building.

They pet your face gently before slapping you, they’re both enough to make your pussy clench around Issac.

Oh Issac, after he flipped you he’s been railing you like a desperate animal in heat. You thought you were the one in pain. Poor boy.

You feel something. Something snake it’s way into your hole along side Issac! “mmm!!!!” you gag out around Dev’s cock as they pounds your face.

“I have to give you the antidote, Y/N,” Their smirk is unforgiving.

“Shock us!!” Issac squeals.

“Mmmo!!” you shake your head right before, *ZAP*! An electro current travels throughout your body.

Your voice is muffled by synthetic cock as you scream, at the same time a thick hot liquid erupts from around it. You hadn’t even noticed you were swallowing until whatever it is was coming back up. You cough and choke and gag as Dev.In pulls themself out of your throat.

After throwing up you feel some of your strength and will power returning. You try and crawl away as Issac and an electric tentacle rail you. Before you can get anywhere they’re both cumming deep into your womb.

The heat subsides instantaneously.

All the sweat coating your body is freezing you now.

You feel disgusting, and so full of thick sticky fluid, it can’t leave your body fast enough. “Uhg…” Even your grunt is tired.

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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3am | e.m

| eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers lol, uh crying ? that’s abt it. angst & fluff !

summary: its late and eli had to see you. he felt so lost, but once he was able to hug you he finally felt like he was at home.

authors note: hi babes ! i’m so sorry for being away. my mental health has been at an all time low recently. i plan to slowly get back in the groove of writhing again. but ! this is my first cobra kai blurb. i decided to post something short and see how well it does. (plus i just love eli w my whole heart). enjoy !! feedback is appreciated ! 🤍

(requests open)

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the constant tapping on your window was bound to wake you up, it was getting repetitive and annoying. with a quiet huff, you turned your phone on to check the time.

3:20 am

you ripped your blankets off your legs and walked to your window where the tapping continued. you opened the window carefully, then spotted eli. this wasn’t uncommon but he never came this late in the night. he stood there staring back at you with puffy eyes, which you hadn’t seen from him in a long time.

“eli? it’s three in the morning” you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up to make sense of the situation. “i know, can i come in?” his voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to make out what he said. you nodded, standing to the side allowing him in.

“what’s going on? you look disturbed.” you closed the window behind him, keeping all the cool air inside. he had sat on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. “i can't sleep. tried everything” he shrugged your question off, avoiding confrontation. he averted his gaze, refusing to look at you. anything but you. “you can't lie to me. i’ve known you for years.” you took a few steps closer to him, “what’s really going on?” you hummed, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

he looked down contemplating his choice of words or if he should just rip the hoodie off. hesitantly, eli brought his hand up and removed the hood covering what once was his famous mohawk.

instantly you removed your hand from his shoulder to your mouth. a quiet gasp escaped your lips. “eli..my god” you whispered. “when…who..” you hesitated, putting your hand on his shoulder again.

“robby..” his voice breaking as he answered. you were quick to bend down and wrap your arms around him, which is exactly what he wanted. you.

“i’m so sorry.” you hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. eli could feel tears threatening to fall, he hadn’t been this vulnerable in a very long time. way before he had met you. but now, he never felt more lost. “i just don’t know what to do. or who i am.the mohawk kept the attention away from my scar.” he sniffles, which caused you to pull away and bring a hand to his chin bring his face to meet yours. “eli. you’re eli, you’re hawk. you are the boy i fell in love with. a hairstyle doesn’t define you.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around you again. “just promise you won’t leave me?” he murmured, pressing his head against your stomach.

hearing that only made your heart shatter. “eli..i could never.” you replied. “nothing is gonna happen to us. i promise.” your chin rested on his head, rubbing his back. “can i stay with you tonight? i don’t want to be alone.”

you took a quick glance at the clock, it was now nearing four am. “my parents are out of town for the week. so it’ll be okay. ” he nodded, “if you don’t mind.” you shook your head, finally

“everything will be okay, eli. i promise.” you smiled, reassuring him. “it’ll work out, i’ll be in your corner no matter what.” now, eli was feeling better now that he was holding you. you made all of his worries fade away in an instant. “thank you, y/n. i can always count on you” he shared, pressing a kiss on your temple and drawing circles on your back.

it didn’t take long for the both of you to pass out cold. it had always been the two of you and it will always be the two of you. no matter what obstacles life throws at you.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x y/n #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk x reader #hawk imagine #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #tory x reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene

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itgomyway · 7 months

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lets talk about beliefs, the ego, and self concept 🤍🍥

getting into mental health topics including post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety, flashbacks, panic attacks.

going back to loa, if you remember the ego is the one where beliefs are held and is a slave to self concept. if you have a hard time not identifying as the doer/ego and it has shitty beliefs/self concept, the observer (all of it being you) will continue to observe toxic patterns because you’re so used to identifying as the ego.

i will use myself as an example :) whenever i have a ptsd episode* it is horrifying for me to identify as the ego because of what “I” perceive is happening. events that the ego believe are happening “again*” are not only not real, but only seem real because it presents itself in many ways but specifically for me, anxiety. and everything psychological is equally biological so during these attacks, these symptoms manifest physically. so yeah it’s very hard to “let myself be” when all of this is happening and i dont wanna feel this and i think it’s gonna ruin everything. so what do i do?

nothing. i let myself feel these emotions because it is unhealthy to not address my triggers. i let myself cry because consciousness knows none of this is real and knows not to listen to thoughts that DO NOT ACTUALLY EXIST. whether or not “you” believe it, youre consciousness!

i talked myself through them. i always believed “whatever the mind doesn’t tell you, the body will. listen.” so after dealing with my triggers i began to try to just take care of my mental being. i wasnt worried about anything i just did what i had to do which was go to work. however during this attack, i realized my ego, where beliefs are held, has bad self concept issues. and while consciousness is not bound by self concept at all, the ego is. and during mental health episodes it is hard to just be! so i stopped trying. you shouldn’t be in the first place “trying” to do anything.

i addressed areas in my life that didn’t feel right to the ego & i consciously identified as it. and there were a lot of tears and a lot of pain. but guess what. nothing bad happened to me in my reality despite my ego literally panicking. that just proved to my ego that i am okay and will always be okay. no matter what i got this. no matter how far i seem to fall, i will always be okay.

now im back as the observer but those times when i see or hear anything jarring in my reality i just remind myself that i got us no matter what. i took care of myself because i deserve it. i am safe now because i deserve it. i don’t suffer because i don’t deserve to.

thats self concept ♡

*ptsd episode; ptsd is “a disorder in which a person has difficulty recovering after experiencing or witnessing a terrifying event.”

*again; they’re not actually happening the ego just believes they are because awareness is on it but remember anything that can come and go through your awareness is not real. so everything but you is fake!

#consciousness #nonduality #nondualism #awareness #law of assumption #self concept

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polydeuces · 2 years

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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫: austin butler x black fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your husband austin is away shooting dune part two. you start to go down memory lane when you realize how much you miss him and your little family you have together.

— requests are open !

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therealy/n: do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? is your heart filled with pain, shall i come back again? tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

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rileykeough: I wonder if you're lonesome tonight?

devonleecarlson: crying. this is so bittersweet :(

florencepugh: you'll see him soon, darling! tell the baby i can't wait to see them blossom in the world!

emmalouisecorrin: coming over and i’m bringing ice cream 🍨

tessamaethompson: i want a love like your love.

pollyannabennett: two souls bound to fall deeply in love.

nattyiceofficail: ohh my heart is melting

altonmason: tell your man to stop texting me about how you're doing! love you btw

anyataylorjoy: a love that not only Shakespeare could write

liked by y/nistrouble, auspresley, viadejonge4ever, and 129,294 others

y/nbutlerupdates: not abt y/n/n, but about her husband. pic a fan took of florence pugh and austin butler out to dinner in budapest. 2022. flo and aus are in budapest filming dune part two. photo via arnoldicaro on instagram.

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gowiththeflo: flo looks so cute omg & this duo is everything

y/nistrouble: take the hat off, butler i wanna see the hair.

auspresley: he can do anything and ill fall apart

viajonge4ever: HES IN DUNE PART TWO?? SINCE WJEN??

austindaily: the fake picture of your friend trick a classic

mydarlingy/n: y/n is so damn lucky

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austinbutler: I feel so honored to have loved you for as long as I have and to create something so beautiful with you. Thank you, my love, for being my rock. Thank you for supporting everything I do. You are divine. I can’t wait to see you and to see my family once again. I adore you.

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they/nbulter: to quote Ian McEwan, “I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.” You’re a star. 🤍

ausfan29: 🥺❤️❤️

bazluhrmann: To be killing it in the industry and be such a dotting husband- and father - is hard work but you have excelled at it. Can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you and your family.

y/naus35: stopp im sobbing sliding down the wall!! this is so cute!!

olivia_dejonge: I’m so happy that y/n came into your life. You have a permanent smile etched onto your face now, you guys are a perfect duo! (Soon to be trio!!) send me baby pics Xx

y/nfan29: husband!aus in real life?? omg ??

_ashleybee_ : So proud of you Austin! I cherish the times you and y/n/n come over and now you’ll have a little one around too!! Can’t wait. Love you!

cancely/n: PR RELATIONSHIP!!! ⚠️⚠️ ⤿ inlovewithaus: bffr. they have a child on the way. ⤿ y/nupdates: bro be so serious rn lmao they’ve been together FOREVER! just say you wanted Austin but couldn’t have him and move on.

yourmom: Thank YOU for being y/n’s rock and for being the best husband anyone could ever have. Grateful for you. Xx.

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lovingdeath · 4 months

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🌹 DEARIL - CHAPTER 2 🩸

🤍 grim reaper!yandere x immortal!reader 🖤 nobody expects to watch their parents die, but those days always come. those meetings weren't fun. 🤍 warnings: death, dying of an illness, technically parentification, dying from drowning, implied suicide, yandere tendencies (still rather tame in this part) 🖤 rating: sfw

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it was a year and two months before you saw the figure again. things had been going well. your sister got married. your youngest brother was born. your twin had started his apprenticeship. it had all been going so well.

now, your mother is bound to her bed, coughing out blood every few hours. it reminds you too much of how you were on death's door. the scar aches every time you hear her coughs.

your dear mother isn't the only one sick in the village. but she is on the worse end of it. your father, the only doctor for miles and miles, has been running around trying to help and looking after your mother fell mostly on you. your littler siblings are kept far away from the bedroom, only seeing your mother for brief glimpses during dinner.

"how's ma?" emil, your younger brother, asks as you're feeding your youngest sibling. your mother has become too weak to do it herself.

"she's feeling rather well." you answer, knowing full well you're lying. you'd seen a hooded figure, shrouded in swirling shadows, walking through the village. you don't yet know who it is that's died, but at least it didn't come to your door yet.

emil looks sceptical, but leaves to play with his sister ella. you're left with your tiny little brother, silently staring at the wall as he eats. at this point you're just waiting. and you hate nothing more than waiting.

especially when it's on the grim reaper.

you're changing your mother's wet towel when she wakes up for the first time in the whole day. you almost don't notice it, until she reaches for your hands.

"[mc]." she rasps. you turn to her, taking her frail hand in between your own. yours are steady, strong. hers are shaking.

"yes, mama?" you ask softly.

"when i die..." she coughs. "look after your father will you? he's... he's so fragile. he'll try and be stupid once i'm gone."

"of course, mama." you mutter, not trying to argue with her. you both know she's dying. you both know your father loves her far too much. there'd be no point in denying it.

"good child." she relaxes back into her sheets. "you've always been such a good child."

you don't think so. good children don't kill people.

but you don't refute her then either. it's better to let her die thinking that her children are all good sweet angels. it's better for everyone. as she falls back asleep, you re-wet the towel and place it on her head. your poor angel of a mother. this isn't a fate she deserves.

you wait by her bedside that night too.

the dead eyes arrive in the dead of night. you notice the moment your mother stops breathing, knowing that the wait is over. you feel sort of horrible for how relieved you are over it.

"hello, soul." the figure greets, talking to you over your mother's corpse. it feels disrespectful.

"hello, strange figure." you say back, relaxing in your seat. your eyes start to droop, finally feeling like you can rest.

the figure silently extends his hand to your mother's corpse, from where a pallid hand rises. you watch with interest as your mother sits up, her corpse left behind to eternally sleep. she looks around with confusion before finally casting eyes on to the figure.

"i hope you know that your child was meant to die, not you." the figure reveals, much to your astonishment. your mother's eyes widen, but contrary to what the figure believed would happen, they soon soften and melt.

"wonderful." she sighs, a happy smile on her lips. your own eyes soften. she's probably pain free for the first time in months, finally without any worries. some part of you is glad that she finally died.

"you mortals confuse me yet again." the figure frowns.

"parents are meant to die for their children, i'd rather it me than any of them." your mother explains, smiling at you with such affection. you don't think she knows you can see her. "i'd rather not see them follow me to the afterlife any time soon."

"don't worry. this one you'll never see again." the figure mutters. your mother turns to him with confusion, but before she can question his words he squeezes her hand and she turns into a glowing ball.

"quite the thing to say." you finally talk as the figure deposits the glowing soul into his robes.

"it is the truth."

"i thought all souls were meant to die when they're told to?" you repeat the words he'd once said. the figure looks at you with surprise, the wilted rose of a blush appearing on his cheeks once again.

"..." you get no answer, only two dead eyes set on your tired body, very much still breathing and well. the silence stretches, and you really want to go sleep now.

"so... what'd you mean that i was supposed to die instead of ma-?"

the figure disappears into the shadows before you're even finished with your sentence. you scoff, leaning down onto the bed to sleep. you're bound to have a busy day tomorrow, especially once your father comes home. at least you no longer have to wait.

the funeral is two days later. you could barely call it a funeral though. too many people were dying in the village, there isn't time or space for proper funerals.

you spent the whole event comforting your poor father, and comforting your siblings. you know a few days later when your sister arrives you'll have to comfort her too. you don't think you need comforting much, but you've been wrong before. death mostly just makes you... numb.

everything becomes a lot after that, watching after your siblings, watching after your father, watching after the house and home... your father isn't in any condition to work anymore either, which leaves that all on you too. you're not nearly as good a doctor as he is, but at least you have no fear of catching the illness yourself.

your eyes never did get to rest.

you're walking home from another house visit, the poor kid would probably be dying tonight, when you catch sight of the figure again. he's walking towards you, hiding another one of those glowing souls inside his cloak.

"your father's at the bottom of the river."

you shiver hearing his callous words. you open your mouth to question him, but decide against it. you don't think a reaper would lie to you about something like that... but that does bring up a different question.

"why are you here to tell me?" you ask, your fingers tightening around your bag's strap. the news that your father is dead is slowly sinking in.

"..." the figure tilts his head, taking his hood down to look you in the eyes with his dead ones. "someday, these news will be too much for you and you will throw yourself into that knife of yours. i will be here the day that happens. only i can have that stubborn soul of yours."

"i don't think i have much say in such matters." you swiftly answer, almost automatically. the figure smirks, and chuckles. the sound is grating, like a knife in your throat. you would know.

"we'll see, my soul." the figure disappears.

you stand there for a moment, thinking. you'd promised your mother you'd look after your father. you'd failed. what a good child you are.

you start walking home again. there's dinner to be made.

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #🌹 dearil #🌹 grim reaper x immortal

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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If you aren't too busy, a Percy de Rolo x Reader, Percy's reaction to Reader being captured by mercenaries and the rescue for them?

Yes!!! Protective Percy™️ is back!! 💙❤️‍🔥🤍

It was only for a brief moment that he stepped away from the camp sight.

He sees your belongings missing, a poster with a sigil, and the members of Vox Machina strewn about and weary from being knocked unconscious.

It’s in that moment Percy seeks vengeance upon those who have you, willing to tear apart every inch of grass or tree to find you.

Vox Machina knows Percy doesn’t deal well with the losses, and they give him space for the time being, but won’t let him fall down that path of vengeance again.

They do their best to reassure him, but each passing day ebbs away at Percy’s resolve. “We’ll find them, Freddie/Percy. Don’t worry.”

The day they do find you is a harrowing one. From a distance, Percy can see the faint glow of a fire and hear bawdy laughter. It’s them.

It’s in a quick flash of Pike and Keyleth’s light, the rest of Vox Machina are set upon the rest of the mercenaries. Gunning them down left and right, Percy searches vigorously for you while yelling your name is desperation.

The twins are the first to find your unconscious form, slumped over and bound with some faint blood on your clothes. Taking down the last of the thugs, Percy sprints over to your body.

Gently shaking you, calling your name, tapping you, it takes longer than Percy would’ve liked for you to rouse awake.

“Y/n, y/n! Wake up! Come on, wake up! Please wake up….., don’t leave.”

When you finally come to, the rest of the group sigh in relief as Percy holds you close. The nightmare is finally over.

You’re still weak on your feet, and Percy insists on carrying you (princess carry, bridal style).

#critical role #critical role x y/n #critical role x you #critical role x reader #tlovm x y/n #tlovm x you #tlovm x reader #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo iii #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #Percy de rolo x you #Percy de rolo x y/n #headcanons #fanfic #writeblr #inbox asks #inbox requests

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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🌹shipping: Any gender! I trust your judgement. 🥰♥️

Alright 3 facts about me:

1. I enjoy journaling/writing poetry. 📝

2. Other than vampires my second favorite mythical creature are mermaids/sirens. ✨

3. I use to take ballet in high school. 🩰

Hi honeyyy

I ship you with Steven Grant

I know, I know. Steven? Again? Hear me out.

The man adoreeessss speaking with you for hours about mythology, comparing notes and theories and excerpts from different novels the both of you have read. He will listen to you for hours without ever making you feel like you’re a nuisance and you’ll do the same for him, because for the two of you it never is. Just riveting conversation about your shared interests 🥰

Steven will buy you pretty notebooks of all colours and sizes for your different needs; one small and pretty one for your purse on the go, if inspiration ever strikes; one bigger and leather bound notebook, at home use and comfortable to set in your lap as you scribble away lines and words that make him fall endlessly more in love with you. He loves feeding this habit of yours, loves being a part of it even if it’s so minuscule. To you, it’s the sweetest thing though.

When you’re feeling off or down, and you try to hide it from the world, he knows. It’s almost like a soul tie. He can tell and without poking or prodding, he’s just a little more gentle with you, guiding you to sit as he cooks for you or pushes you into the bathroom to take a bath that he’s set up for you. He always knows how to make you feel accepted and loved.

I hope you like it darling 💕

Xo Mona

🤍.

#inbox 💌#mona’s 500 celebration #shipping requests #liz tag

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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Taking control of my life again is so scary

i know it’s intimidating, anon. i’m sorry my love. however, you’re not completely alone; you have people around you who care about you and are great support systems who will lend you a helping hand. and if not with you, you have me. it’s a process — something that you don’t have to automatically have completely done overnight, something you have to take baby step by baby step. i promise you that it’s such a gratifying and lovely experience, but you have to want to put in the work to do it. you’re allowed to be scared, but you have to continue to push through. when you fall, which you’re bound to because everyone does, that doesn’t mean you’re a failure and you’re done; you have to pick yourself back up where you’re at and keep going. once you do this and learn more about yourself and what you want in life, i promise you’re going to be so happy, so at peace with yourself.

take it easy. deliberately do little things each week to start your journey and keep track of them. no matter how long it takes, it’s okay. everybody’s journey is different, and no matter how yours looks, it’s completely valid.

i love you. i’m here. i believe in you so much, and you are so strong, whether you know it or not.🤍

#btw soph #anon #anon ask

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tvintedspvrk · 2 months

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GLEE STARTER CALL .

like for a glee starter !! comment for a specific muse 🤍

#{ yall voted to do it by fandom so obviously i have to make each starter call an art project 😭 }#✧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ 🤍 ‧₊˚ ⋅ you’re bound to fall if you take your time ⌗ starter call .

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tvintedspvrkarc · 3 months

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STARTER CALL .

like for a starter from derek hale 🤍

#✧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ 🤍 ‧₊˚ ⋅ and at the end of it all i just hope that your scars heal ⌗ derek .#✧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ 🤍 ‧₊˚ ⋅ you’re bound to fall if you take your time ⌗ starter call .

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kepamount · 2 years

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part twenty-eight - LA bound

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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a/n: and here is the twenty-eighth part of blue moon!! and the drama is about to begin 👀 lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist! x

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‘y/n?’ I hear Mason call from the other side of the door. ‘I’m in here!’ I call, his head appearing around the door to my walk-in wardrobe a moment later. ‘I got your nuggets,’ he grins, and I smile, motioning for him to come in.

Wonder covers his face as he looks around the room, taking in the rails and rails of clothes, shelves overflowing with various types of shoes, drawers filled to the brim with sparkling jewellery, rotating cabinets that hold dozens of bags worth more than his weekly wages (and that’s saying a lot).

‘Wow,’ he says, putting the brown McDonald’s bag in his hand down on the central island, and I instantly dive into it, pulling out one of the cups. ‘What this?’ I ask, sniffing it. ‘Strawberry milkshake,’ he says, and I give him a surprised look. ‘How’d you know I like strawberry?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘I’m an observant guy.’

I pull out the box of twenty nuggets, instantly sinking my teeth into one and letting out a little noise of pleasure. ‘Ugh, these are so good.’ ‘I bet they’ll taste even better in LA,’ he says offhandedly, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I doubt it. Nothing will ever beat London maccies,’ I say decisively, and he just laughs, shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

He wanders around the room, rifling through the racks, and I watch him amusedly as I eat, entertained at how interested he looks in all my clothes. ‘How does someone collect this many clothes?’ he asks, and I laugh. ‘Companies send me a lot of it for free, and I’m lucky enough to buy anything I like whenever I want.’ ‘They send you free stuff?’ ‘Yeah, even though I’m more than able to pay for it,’ I say with a roll of my eyes.

‘The stuff in this room must cost, like, a billion in total,’ he says in awe, and I shake my head. ‘You’d be surprised how much of this is from places like Primark.’ ‘So rich and yet you’re spending money on fast fashion? Shocking,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes. ‘Excuse me. Some of this is from when I was at school, and you know as well as I do that I wasn’t gonna be buying Chanel and YSL back in Year 11,’ I say drily, and he laughs, nodding in agreement.

‘Can you imagine if 16-year-old us could see us now?’ he asks wistfully, leaning back against the island and eating the fries from the bottom of the bag. ‘You followed the path you always worked towards, so 16-year-old Mason would be proud.’ ‘And 16-year-old y/n would be proud too. You didn’t take the most conventional path, but it still got you where you wanted to be. And you work hard,’ he says, my heart warming.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she expected me to date an addict band-member, but whatever works,’ I joke, Mason laughing. ‘Speaking of addict band-members… he lives in LA, doesn’t he?’ Mason asks carefully, and I nod, sipping on my milkshake. ‘Are you gonna see him?’ ‘…Maybe. It’s been a good couple years since I last saw him, so it’d be nice to catch up,’ I reply evenly, and he just looks at me with an unreadable expression.

‘Just be careful,’ he says after a long pause, and I laugh softly. ‘I will, don’t worry. I won’t fall back into my old habits or anything,’ I say lightly, and he laughs. ‘That’s not what I meant. I know you won’t go back to that. I just don’t want you to get hurt. He didn’t mean to hurt you when you were together, but he did. I don’t want it to happen again,’ he says in a gentle voice, and I feel my heart fluttering.

‘He won’t. He can’t. I loved him then, but I don’t anymore. So he can’t hurt me now,’ I say mildly, and he just nods, looking like he wants to speak but he doesn’t. I sip on my milkshake, waiting for him to talk, but he changes the subject, eyes focused on the clothes.

‘You wore that dress to Steph’s 21st, didn’t you?’ he asks, his memory making me look at him in shock. ‘Yeah, I did. How do you remember?’ ‘I told you, I’m an observant guy,’ he grins, and I just roll my eyes at the cryptic answer.

‘Is that what I think it is?’ he says, spotting a section of blue in the corner of the room, and I nod with a small smile. ‘At least one of every Chelsea shirt since I was born,’ I say proudly, and he looks impressed. ‘Names on the back?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow.

‘I don’t have a Mount shirt, if that’s what you’re asking,’ I laugh, and he pretends to be offended, clutching his chest dramatically. ‘Who do you have?’ ‘From the current team? Most of them. Except you, of course,’ I say contentedly, and he grins. ‘That’s why I brought this,’ he grins, pulling a folded-up Chelsea shirt out of the big inside pocket of his jacket, opening it up to reveal ‘Mount 19’ on the back.

‘Wow.’ ‘Told you I’d give you one. So you don’t have to wear Nicolo’s now,’ he says happily, and I roll my eyes, holding back laughter. ‘You’ll have to sign it for me.’ ‘I’ll get you another signed one, so you can frame that and put it on the wall above your bed,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’d be better suited to the toilet, don’t you think?’ I ask, and he shoots me a half-hearted dirty look, making me giggle.

‘Right, hurry up and eat, and then we’ll get on with packing.’ ‘We?’ I ask, and he nods with a small smile. ‘Gotta make sure you don’t take anything too sexy,’ he says, narrowing his eyes as though he’s suspicious of me, and I laugh. ‘Excuse me, Mr Mount, but I look sexy in everything,’ I say pompously, flipping my hair over my shoulder, and he just laughs, nodding like it’s true.

‘Also… I know you don’t want to have this talk but we need to discuss us before you go away. I can’t be in this weird awkward stage with you if you’re gonna be gone for… well, we don’t even know how long it could be. I just want things to be sorted,’ he says, and I let out a little sigh. I hate talking about my feelings.

‘Do we have to?’ I pout, and he laughs softly. ‘Yes, y/n, we do. So please… tell me what you’re thinking,’ he says gently, taking my hand into his. ‘I’m thinking we shouldn’t have this conversation.’ ‘y/n.’ ‘Okay, fine. I’m thinking… we should go with the flow. We hated each other for so long, so it doesn’t make sense to jump straight into… the opposite of hating each other. Let’s just see what happens,’ I say slowly, and he listens before letting out a little sigh.

‘I hate to use this sentence but I have to ask. What are we?’ he says with a small smile, making me laugh. ‘We are frenemies who had sex and behaved domestically whilst on holiday, and are now waiting until one half of the pair comes back from LA before we carry on life as normal and see the way that things naturally continue between us,’ I say carefully, and he just looks at me with an amused glint in his eye. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Mmhmm,’ I respond, and he just nods.

‘Okay. That was a rubbish answer, you know,’ he grins, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘I know, but I can’t make any promises, Mason. You know what I’ve been through. It’s hard for me to commit,’ I say softly, and he nods with a small laugh. ‘Commitment issues? You sound like a teenage boy,’ he chuckles, and I throw a fry at him, earning a stern glare.

‘Let’s not start a food fight because I’ll end up covering your Cartier rings in strawberry milkshake,’ he threatens, making me giggle. ‘You’ll be replacing them then,’ I say, and he grins as he replies with a wink, ‘Light work, babe.’

‘Here we go, then,’ he says as the car comes to a stop on the runway, and I let out a little sigh. ‘I’m so nervous,’ I admit, my stomach turning, and he gives me a small smile, endeared. ‘You’re gonna be great, y/n. The role is specifically for you. You get to help with casting, which obviously means they respect you a lot. You’ve got nothing to worry about,’ he says gently, a comforting hand on my leg, and I nod, taking a deep breath.

We spent hours in my wardrobe last night, packing and chatting, and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much, even at such stupid things. It was like when you feel drunk without having touched a single drop of alcohol. We were laughing like hyenas until 1am, when we realised how late it was and decided we needed to sleep. I let him share the bed with me, and we stayed up talking for even longer, finally falling asleep at around 4. We woke up at 9 and left 30 minutes later, stopping for breakfast on the way.

And now, here we are. I’m about to start a new chapter of my career across the world, and leave the person who’s been by my side almost nonstop for the last week. He feels like my new normal, my new comfort zone, and it’s scary to leave him behind. Lisa isn’t able to come with me, and neither are the girls, so I’m going all by myself.

‘I wish you could come with me,’ I whisper, and he grins, taking my hand into his and pressing a kiss to my skin. ‘I wish I could too, but you’ll be fine. You’ve got loads of friends in LA! You’re gonna have the best time, y/n. I promise you, you’re gonna have so much fun. London won’t even cross your mind, you won’t miss us at all,’ he says in a soft voice, and I sigh.

‘I doubt it. But we’ll see. I promise to watch all the Chelsea matches though,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Good. You’re our good luck charm,’ he grins, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Am I?’ ‘Yeah, of course. We almost always win when you come and watch.’ ‘Oh, so you keep track, do you?’ I ask amusedly, and he nods, a slight red tinging his cheeks and making my heart melt.

‘I always try to play well when you’re there, because I’m a show-off,’ he admits, making me laugh. ‘I could’ve told you that, Mount. Remember when you forced the entire year group to come to a Chelsea youth match? And you scored and did a knee slide right in front of where we were sat?’ I remind him, and he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods.

‘I remember. I gave you my shirt that day, and got in trouble for it,’ he says, and I look at him in surprise. ‘You got in trouble?’ ‘Yeah, we were only, like, 13 so we weren’t really getting new shirts every match. They were well annoyed at me,’ he grins proudly, and my heart warms. I still have that shirt, somewhere in one of my old memory boxes. We stopped being friends, but I didn’t have it in me to get rid of a gift from 13-year-old him.

‘Menace,’ I say amusedly, and he runs a hand through his hair, cocky smirk on his face. ‘You know me, always causing trouble,’ he jokes, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, lots of trouble, specifically for me.’ ‘You weren’t complaining about me causing you trouble when you were begging me to f-’ ‘Alright, alright,’ I say quickly, cutting him off so that the airport staff stood outside the car don’t hear him through the open window, and he just laughs.

‘Right, I should probably go,’ I say reluctantly, and he pulls me into quick hug across the console. ‘Show LA who the queen is, alright?’ he grins when we break apart, making me laugh. ‘They won’t know what’s hit them.’ ‘That’s the spirit,’ he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to my hand before we both climb out of the car.

He helps the staff unload all my bags from the boot of his car as I take a couple pictures in front of the jet, never one to miss out on an Insta opportunity. Once the jet is loaded with my bag, we’re ready to go, and I take a deep breath as Mason comes to stand in front of me.

‘Right then. I suppose I’ll see you whenever you’re back,’ he says, and I nod with slightly teary eyes, feeling all emotional. ‘You can come and pick me up.’ ‘Oh, I can, can I? What an honour,’ he chuckles, pulling me into a hug, and I let out a watery laugh, blinking back tears. ‘I’ll be here a day early, just in case,’ he murmurs, my heart fluttering as I laugh.

‘Off you go then,’ he prompts, and I take a deep breath before letting go of him. ‘Bye, Mason,’ I say, and he gives me that big handsome grin of his. ‘Bye, y/n,’ he murmurs in response, and I can’t look at him any longer, knowing I’ll cry if I do.

I turn around, heading up the stairs, and I can’t help but steal one last glance at him as I reach the door. He blows me a kiss, big smile on his face, and I catch it, tucking it into my bag and zipping it carefully, his smile growing even more at that.

I step onto the jet and take my seat, watching through the blacked-out window as he gets back into his car, not driving off yet. He’s probably waiting until we’ve taken off before he leaves, the thought making me melt. ‘Audrey!’ I shout to the pilot, hearing her call back ‘yeah?’ in response. ‘Can you play some Olivia Rodrigo? And a bit of The Weeknd and Billie Eilish too please?’

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #mason mount smau #mason mount social media au #chelsea fc

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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Little Mini-Series Roomies Drabbles 4

Summary: I’ll dance with you, Little.

A/N: Requested by @kday426 🤍 And I’ll probably use the request again for another scene 😏 Thanks love!

All the attraction, the tension, don’t you see baby this is perfection?

Santi never enjoyed fancy events, but he always seemed to find himself in a position where he couldn’t say no when invited. In this case, it was the lavish wedding of one of Delta Squads' former unit commanders, and it just so happened that you had introduced the bride, a friend from school, to the groom back a few years ago at a BBQ. So it meant that not only were the guys all in attendance but so were you.

The moment you had walked out of your bedroom earlier that day, Santi nearly had a heart attack. You looked incredible, which he knew you would and had tried to prepare himself for, only the dress you were wearing wasn’t just flattering—you wore it like a curvy goddess wrapped in pale gold silk, the thin material clinging at the top and then falling in gentle waves for the mid-length skirt. Your hair was down, and you wore a bright red lipstick that had Santi thinking very inappropriate thoughts.

Arriving at the wedding together almost made it feel like a date. He’d even held his arm out for you to climb the steps into the venue, and for one brief moment, he imagined what it would be like to be arriving with you as his. It was a fantasy he shouldn’t dabble in.

The venue was a luxurious botanical garden, where the ceremony was held amongst roses and shrubs on a beautiful lawn, and the reception inside the main greenhouse. Though it was very cool inside, it did feel like they were outside for all the glass and greenery. It was stunning, and it had excited you very much. Santi had spent a good portion of the event watching you take pictures, excitedly grabbing his arm at times in a way that made him feel special, signalled out when the others—your brothers, were all there too.

You had sat between your brothers during dinner, but that had put you across the table from Santi. He found himself catching your eye every so often to grin at you or tilt his head in a direction to bring your attention to a good photo opportunity. The reception was now at the point where the older crowd had either wandered to the outdoor patio area that was quiet to sit and chat, or otherwise went home, and the rest of them were dancing or watching the dance floor.

It was at this point that he realized he’d actually had a pretty nice time, even if Tom was still sullen and quiet and Benny was flirting with every bridesmaid and Frankie was nervously eyeing a beautiful woman neither of them knew. You seemed to know her, though. Eventually, they were sitting together watching you and the other woman dance together for a while.

“You should go over and introduce yourself, Fish,” Santi suggested, taking a sip of his wine and trying not to make it obvious he was watching the way your hips moved in your dress.

Frankie snorted, “Yeah, and scare her off.”

“Come on, man, she’s smiled over here a few times.”

Before Frankie could reply, the song ended and you and your friend hugged before you were bounding over toward them happily, your cheeks flushed. You popped into the seat next to Santi and grinned, “My friend thinks you’re cute, Frankie.”

Santi turned and gave his friend a triumphant look, “See, idiot—you should have gone over. Where did she go?” He addressed you now, glancing around for the friend.

“She was leaving, her parents were here too and they were her ride.”

“How do you know her?” Frankie asked, adjusting his tie somewhat awkwardly while you shot Santi a little grin.

“School as well. She’s a vet assistant now, really clever,” You reached past Santi to grab his water, helping yourself to a sip. Something about the gesture, casual and yet intimate, had him growing hot around the collar. You tell him and Santi your friends' name, “But we always call her Star, because she can sing really well.”

Frankie smiled at that, and Santi liked seeing his friend brighten a little. He’d been on edge now for a while thanks to issues with his ex, Elena. “She sounds cool.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes at him but then looking around in delight as the song changed. “Oh, this one is a favourite—which one of you is dancing with me?”

You glanced between them both with a wide-eyed puppy dog look, but they both cross their arms at the same time and shake their heads. “Nope,” Santi says.

“Definitely not me,” Frankie adds, and you push your lower lip out in a pout.

“Wow, some friends,” You look back toward the dance floor longingly, your eyes searching—but your brothers each have a dance partner already. And then there’s this brief moment where Santi thinks you don’t realize he’s still watching you, and he sees this expression cross your face, gone in a flash but he doesn’t like it. You looked…dejected.

“I’ll dance this one with you, Little,” He blurts out, and he doesn’t even have a second to regret it before you’re spinning around and beaming at him so brightly he thinks he forgets how to breathe.

“Santi, my new best friend,” You joke, throwing Frankie a look that he just chuckles at. He’s watching you drag Santi to the dance floor, winking knowingly.

“Hips don’t lie is a classic, you know Santiago.” You say, grabbing his hands and starting to hop around with the music, the distance between him and you polite. He knows how to dance, he grew up in a family that loved to sway their hips to the radio, his mother often pulling him out of his seat in the kitchen to dance on the linoleum while his dad laughed and clapped his hands.

But dancing with you was different in so many ways. He was afraid to touch you and glad you were simply holding his hands as you moved, even though he wished he could draw you close and press his hips against you and move to the beat while his face hovered over yours. He did spin you once, grinning as you laughed, an odd feeling of contentment settling within him. When someone dancing behind you bumped into you, Sant caught you as you stumbled into him, still laughing, and then you had tossed your arms around his neck and were doing exactly what he shouldn’t let you do.

Instead, Santi grips your hips gently and moves, telling himself it’s all in good fun and you were comfortable with being so close to him. You’re still smiling and bright and he can’t help but grin right back at you as you both move to the music, bodies pressed together in a way that Santi would never forget. He tried not to memorize the feel of you, kept his hands firmly planted at your hips, but he starts to lose the rest of the room.

Suddenly, it’s like he’s just with you, and he thinks you feel the energy there too, but he can’t be sure. He isn’t great at reading you, and your eyes don’t give anything away. He breaks the spell on purpose, then, before he gets too carried away looking into your eyes. “I’ve seen the best man looking your way, Little, you should ask him to dance next.”

Your brow arches at that, and you give Santi a funny look before you reply softly, “Maybe I will, Santi. Maybe I will.”

But you don’t. You dance with Santi for a few more songs, including a slow one where you just talk to him throughout about how you want to get some more plants for the deck at home, and he’s struggling to remind himself that this isn’t a date.

If it were, it would be one of the best he’d ever been on.

This last photo I took at my local botanical gardens 🥰🌿

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