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obsessive-ego · 1 month

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Silly toonjuice x reader ramble

I like the concept alot

Reader is gender neutral

"What was so important you made me leave work early? I'm already on thin ice" you grumble entering the road

Beetlejuice stood next to the front door, pressed firmly against the wall where he quickly grabbed you arm and pulled you uncomfortably close

"What?" You bark, not too keen about having to make up work because of his shit

"That" he whispers pointing out the window, you glance out, you were just out there you didn't see anything out of the ordinary, well for the netherworld anyways.

"What am I looking at?"

Beetlejuice grumbles and rolls his eyes "THAT!"

Again, you weren't getting it, only looking at the ghoul with mild annoyance

"Fine" he snarls, moving from his safe spot out of view the ghoul peaks his head in the window, now visible to the outsiders

It takes a moment, silence, then girlish squeal, you look out, the undead women you passed to get here was now fanning herself as little hearts float about her head

"What?" You mumble

"Exactly, she's been on me all day babes-"

"Why?"

"Why? I'm in the slime of my prime babes, I'm a real catch- know what I mean" for a brief moment beetlejuice shifts his appearance to be a black and white striped fish with a rather large hook in his mouth

"Seriously BJ, what's her deal?"

Changing back to himself the ghoul chuckles "I may or may not have pissed off a witch, ya know how it goes babes, and this chick, may have be cursed or something I don't know"

"So instead of cursing you, she's your punishment? Poor girl" you look back out to the cursed soul, she was very pretty

"So that's why your here babes, go defend your property" beetlejuice starts pushing you towards the door eager for you to clean up his mess

"I don't know beej"

"What?" He haults

"Maybe my property isn't worth defending"

"WHAT?!" He shouts, spinning you around to face him "you're not gonna defend us?"

You shake your head

"Fine!" Beetlejuice pushes you away "if that's what you want babes, you want me to walk out this door and start an afterlife with her Fine!" Beetlejuice flings open the door now carrying bindle "cuz I'll do it babes"

You gesture for him to keep going, the ghoul stares you down for only a moment before throwing himself to you knees, clinging to you dearly and sobbing.

"I cant take it anymore babes! Just make out with me in the doorway, she'll get the picture" he wails

"Will that break the curse?"

"I don't know"

You sigh, this was gonna be a long day

#beetlejuice x reader #rambling #toonjuice x reader

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Leona vs The Tarantula Wizard

Gender Neutral, Spiders. For Context: It's a joke on this blog that Yuu has a magic tarantula that can use magic to protect Yuu. The only thing it chooses to do, however, is freeze people and dance on them. This takes place where Leona tried to beat the shit outta u.

Keeping your familiar happy is the number one rule to being a beast tamer, which is why you made your way to the botanical garden with your new friend in tow. The tarantula in your palm loves to go on walks with you, even more so when it involves plants. The little wizard would often scuttle off to lay on a leaf or sunbathe, occasionally having you hold onto its hat.

You would have never guessed that this little creature would be one of your first familiar, and possibly your strongest ever. Sam offered to use his magic to appraise your familiar with his friends from the other side. Sam ended up discovering that his power surpassed even Malleus but at a cost; it can only have a very limited set of strong spells.

You met the little spider around the woods of Ramshackle while foraging for the food Crowley failed to provide. Suddenly, you started to hear some strange boss music in the distance. Going to investigate, you saw a bird of some sort. It dived into the fields, engaged in a fight with… something.

You tried to look through the grass to see what was happening before a small bolt of lightning shot out from the grass. The bolt was small but left the bird frazzled as it flew off. The boss music suddenly faded out. It wasn't your wisest idea, but you needed to investigate what caused it.

Carefully combing through the grass you notice something poke out; A small tarantula with a staff in one of its arms and an oversized pointy hat. The poor thing looked tired from its previous battle as it curled up. The second it noticed you, it raised its staff. You suddenly felt a chill go up your spine, and boss music came on once again. Your body felt heavy and lifting an arm was strenuous under its spell.

The tarantula hisses at you, wobbling the full time. The spider looked pitiful in this state but was still very powerful. Your beast tamer instincts kicked in, hand moving quicker than your brain. You pulled out some berries you foraged from earlier and offered them in your hand. The tarantulas spell wavered. It hesitantly crawled into your palm, munching happily. The boss music stopped.

After a bit of chittering, the spider offered out one of its legs to you, which you pressed your fingertip to. And with that handshake solidified your first beast. The second it was complete the spider crawled into a stump and later emerged with a bindle attached to its staff. The bindle contained a few miniature tomes, some tiny chemistry beakers, and other assortments of tiny alchemy and wizard equipment. Before you knew it, your nightstand became its home, with a mini bed, bookshelf, desk, and even electricity for its tiny home.

Your spider friend would always badger you for more plants it can use in its spells and make books from, so off to the garden you go. You both were having a conversation, oddly enough you quickly learned how to understand its chittering. You were so into your conversation you didn't notice a tail covering your path.

You felt something twitch below your foot, but continued, knowing that your familiar would not appreciate waiting. That is when you hear a growl.

"Oi, you there, herbivore." A tall, tan lion beastman stood before you, Leona, you think. His tail flicked in anger and emerald eyes glared daggers into your soul, one of which had a scar going over it. His hair was unkempt from his earlier nap. "Did you think you can step on my tail and get away with it?

He approached you slowly, each footstep being enunciated with a tap against the stone floors. "My apologies sir I didn't mean it," you ducked your head down "I'll be sure to watch my step next time, I'm in a rush and have to go."

Before you can take another step and get out of there, the man's claws hand grabs your shoulder and yanks you back onto place. "Don't think you're getting away that easily, herbivore. No one steps on my tail and gets away with it." The lion was glaring through you as you tried to apologize again, needing to hurry up before your spider friend got upset.

"Enough." Leona barked, at your pathetic apology. Suddenly in a flash, Leona's body twisted into position. His leg was raised and his stance was equipped for balance as he held his arms and fists in a defensive position. His kick was lightning fast as his nearly bare sandaled foot approaches your neck.

Suddenly time stopped– time stopped? Leona was frozen in front of you, his foot inches away from the side of your face. You took a step away. The lion seemed just as confused as you were. His body twitched and refused to budge. His mouth couldn't even open, the corners of it flexed before returning to their original position. His expression was kept in perpetual rage. What you can describe as boss music played in the background...

How? This student was magicless there's no way they could have done this. Suddenly, Leona is snapped out of his thoughts at the feeling of something on his bare ankle. A small tarantula in silk robes, a pointy hat, and a "staff" crawled out of your shirt and onto him. Its soft hairy legs tickled his skin as crawled up his leg.

If looks can kill, you and you're familiar would be dust. Leona glared down at the spider, ears pressed back. The spider looked up at him, all eight beady eyes making sure Leona's focus was on it. The second the tarantula knew that Leona was watching it went to work.

Leona watched in a mix of astonishment and abashment, horrified by what he was witnessing. The familiar tucked away from its staff and got into position. Its arms waved and its body moved in a rhythm as it performed the ultimate victory dance: Gangnam Style, an absolutely devastating move. A growl rose from Leona's throat.

Once your familiar was finished with its victory dance, it scuttled in a 180° motion in place, comically. The spider lifted its thorax and dropped it down on Leona repeatedly. It then scuttled off and hopped back onto you and into your shirt. You didn't want to risk standing around any longer and walked off immediately, cradling your familiar close and praying that you haven't made an enemy of someone.

At least he didn't meet your other familar...

#twisted wonderland #not requests #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #tarantula wizard supremacy #tarantulas #spiders #twst #beast tamer yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #yuu #gender neutral

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occasionaltouhou · 3 months

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sekibanki thinks she's living off the fear of jumpscaring random humans walking around the human village but in reality she's living off the fear of all the humans Knowing she's a youkai and Knowing that she's not supposed to be here but seeing that she is anyway and being terrified of what'll happen when someone dumber than themselves points it out. will she eat them? will she go berserk? will she call in her friends? is she actually allowed to be there, and the first person to say she isn't will face Consequences for messing with the youkai? it's like walking around having to act like your neighbour doesn't have a nuclear bomb surgically attached to their torso. sure, they seem harmless, but one wrong move and they could ruin *everyone's* day. (of course, she isn't capable of any serious damage, but nobody *knows* this) sekibanki is totally oblivious to all of this and just, like, going about her life as someone who is by all accounts except metaphysical just a kind of strange (but within acceptable bounds) woman. if someone ever called her out on being a youkai there's a solid chance she'd just leave the village like sad ant with bindle. any time marisa/reimu are passing through the village they give her the homophobic dog stare like "i know what you are." to keep her well behaved just in case

remind me next time i need a bunch of ideas for a random touhou to namedrop them a few days beforehand so that i can get you guys to come up with them instead because these are really fun

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aurumacadicus · 3 months

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Can you believe it's time to choose our book for March already? And every single choice an absolute banger! If you'd like to join the book club, feel free to send me a message and I'll drop you the link to our Discord! Book summaries are under the cut!

Unseelie by Ivelisse Housman

Twin sisters, both on the run, but different as day and night. One, a professional rogue, searches for a fabled treasure; the other, a changeling, searches for the truth behind her origins, trying to find a place to fit in with the realm of fae who made her and the humans who shun her. Iselia “Seelie” Graygrove looks just like her twin, Isolde… but as an autistic changeling trying to navigate her unpredictable magic, Seelie finds it more difficult to fit in with the humans around her. When Seelie and Isolde are caught up in a heist gone wrong and make some unexpected allies, they find themselves unraveling a larger mystery that has its roots in the history of humans and fae alike.

Both sisters soon discover that the secrets of the faeries may be more valuable than any pile of gold and jewels. But can Seelie harness her magic in time to protect her sister, and herself?

Bindle Punk Bruja by Desideria Mesa

A part-time reporter and club owner takes on crooked city councilmen, mysterious and deadly mobsters, and society’s deeply rooted sexism and racism, all while keeping her true identity and magical abilities hidden – inspired by an ancient Mexican folktale.

Yo soy quien soy. I am who I am.

Luna—or depending on who’s asking, Rose—is the white-passing daughter of an immigrant mother who has seen what happens to people from her culture. This world is prejudicial, and she must hide her identity in pursuit of owning an illegal jazz club. Using her cunning powers, Rose negotiates with dangerous criminals as she climbs up Kansas City’s bootlegging ladder. Luna, however, runs the risk of losing everything if the crooked city councilmen and ruthless mobsters discover her ties to an immigrant boxcar community that secretly houses witches. Last thing she wants is to put her entire family in danger.

But this bruja with ever-growing magical abilities can never resist a good fight. With her new identity, Rose, an unabashed flapper, defies societal expectations all while struggling to keep her true self and witchcraft in check. However, the harder she tries to avoid scrutiny, the more her efforts eventually capture unwanted attention. Soon, she finds herself surrounded by greed and every brand of bigotry—from local gangsters who want a piece of the action and businessmen who hate her diverse staff to the Ku Klux Klan and Al Capone. Will her earth magic be enough to save her friends and family? As much as she hates to admit it, she may need to learn to have faith in others—and learning to trust may prove to be her biggest ambition yet.

Scorched Grace by Margo Douaihy

Sister Holiday, a chain-smoking, heavily tattooed, queer nun, puts her amateur sleuthing skills to the test in this debut crime novel.

When Saint Sebastian’s School becomes the target of a shocking arson spree, the Sisters of the Sublime Blood and their surrounding community are thrust into chaos. Unsatisfied with the officials’ response, sardonic and headstrong Sister Holiday becomes determined to unveil the mysterious attacker herself and return her home and sanctuary to its former peace. Her investigation leads down a twisty path of suspicion and secrets in the sticky, oppressive New Orleans heat, turning her against colleagues, students, and even fellow Sisters along the way.

Sister Holiday is more faithful than most, but she’s no saint. To piece together the clues of this high-stakes mystery, she must first reckon with the sins of her checkered past—and neither task will be easy.

An exciting start to Margo Douaihy’s bold series for Gillian Flynn Books that breathes new life into the hard-boiled genre, Scorched Grace is a fast-paced and punchy whodunnit that will keep readers guessing until the very end.

The Shadow in the Glass by J.J.A. Harwood

Once upon a time Ella had wished for more than her life as a lowly maid.

Now forced to work hard under the unforgiving, lecherous gaze of the man she once called stepfather, Ella’s only refuge is in the books she reads by candlelight, secreted away in the library she isn’t permitted to enter.

One night, among her beloved books of far-off lands, Ella’s wishes are answered. At the stroke of midnight, a fairy godmother makes her an offer that will change her life: seven wishes, hers to make as she pleases. But each wish comes at a price and Ella must decide whether it’s one she’s willing pay.

A smoldering, terrifying new spin on Cinderella – perfect for fans of Laura Purcell and Erin Morgenstern.

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

In this exhilarating novel, two friends—often in love, but never lovers—come together as creative partners in the world of video game design, where success brings them fame, joy, tragedy, duplicity, and, ultimately, a kind of immortality.

On a bitter-cold day, in the December of his junior year at Harvard, Sam Masur exits a subway car and sees, amid the hordes of people waiting on the platform, Sadie Green. He calls her name. For a moment, she pretends she hasn’t heard him, but then, she turns, and a game begins: a legendary collaboration that will launch them to stardom. These friends, intimates since childhood, borrow money, beg favors, and, before even graduating college, they have created their first blockbuster, Ichigo. Overnight, the world is theirs. Not even twenty-five years old, Sam and Sadie are brilliant, successful, and rich, but these qualities won’t protect them from their own creative ambitions of the betrayals of their hearts.

Spanning thirty years, from Cambridge, Massachusetts, to Venice Beach, California, and lands in between and far beyond, Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow is a dazzling and intricately imagined novel that examines the multifarious nature of identity, disability, failure, the redemptive possibilities in play, and above all, our need to connect: to be loved and to love. Yes, it is a love story, but it is not one you have read before.

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

As a young horse, Black Beauty is well-loved and happy. But when his owner is forced to sell him, his life changes drastically. He has many new owners—some of them cruel and some of them kind. All he needs is someone to love him again…

Whether pulling and elegant carriage or a ramshackle cab, Black Beauty tries to live as best he can. This is his amazing story, told as only he could tell it.

Inferno by Dan Brown

Harvard professor of symbology Robert Langdon awakens in an Italian hospital, disoriented and with no recollection of the past thirty-six hours, including the origin of the macabre object hidden in his belongings. With a relentless female assassin trailing them through Florence, he and his resourceful doctor, Sienna Brooks, are forced to flee. Embarking on a harrowing journey, they must unravel a series of codes, which are the work of a brilliant scientist whose obsession with the end of the world is matched only by his passion for one of the most influential masterpieces ever written, Dante Alighieri’s The Inferno.

Dan Brown has raised the bar yet again, combining classical Italian art, history, and literature with cutting-edge science in this sumptuously entertaining thriller.

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

A searing and earnest horror debut about the demons the queer community faces in America, the price of keeping secrets, and finding the courage to burn it all down.

They’ll scare you straight to hell.

Welcome to Neverton, Montana: home to a God-fearing community with a heart of gold. Nestled high up in the mountains is Camp Damascus, the self-proclaimed “most effective” gay conversion camp in the country. Here, a life free from sin awaits. But the secret behind that success is anything but holy.

#book club #polls #you can vote even if you're not in book club #i know you guys like having opinions and pressing buttons lol

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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I’m jumping on the baby fever train! Choo choo. But I don’t have any money for a ticket. I’m a transient riding the rails with my stick and bindle. all I can offer you is half a tin of beans and the company of a scraggly dog that follows me on my travels. I’ll let you pet the mutt I’ve named Sparkplug if you’d be so kind to spin me a little yarn about Santi having a baby with a reader with whom he had a one night fling…. *shakes can of beans at you* I’ll even let you have the first bite o beans.

Why thank you!! I will let you take the first bite of beans if I can sit next to Sparkplug. May I call him Sparky?

Alright, heat those beans up while I weave this tale (this tale that got too long, oh my god I hope the beans are still warm)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, angst, ends in fluff

It's hard to tell Santiago what happened

He gave you his number, but he did so in a way that he obviously doesn't expect you to use it.

It was in like a passing, 'let's get dinner some time' but said in a way that he clearly never expects to see you...Ever again.

So when you use the number, when you call and not text, he sounds confused. Confusion melts to flirty intrigue, jokes about coming back for seconds.

You ask him to meet you for coffee. You barely know this guy, this is big news. A public space would be better.

Santiago comes in all cocky, grinning. He must assume you're gonna fuck in the bathroom.

You wait until he's two sips into his coffee to tell him that you're pregnant.

You try not to be too offended when he asks, "Are you sure it's mine?"

"You're the only person I've had sex with since, like, last year, so...Yeah.”

Santiago leans back in his seat, eyes sweeping your face before he turns back down to his cup of coffee. You can see his jaw working.

"What do you wanna do?" He asks.

You've been asking yourself that since you found out. You haven't told anyone in your family about this, none of your friends. You've been stewing and worrying alone.

"...I don't know." It comes out of you quietly, shaking like a rattle.

Santiago doesn't coddle you. He doesn't tell you that it's going to be alright. He just tells you that he'll support whatever you wanna do.

"What if I wanna have it?" You ask.

"I'm not gonna try and stop you."

"Would you want to be involved?"

Santiago sighs, and your chest twists with discomfort. You have to stop yourself from raising your hand to protectively and defensively rest on your stomach.

“With what I do, I’m not...I don’t spend most of my time in the States.”

“What do you do?”

“Is that important?”

“That’s a pretty stupid question if I’m gonna have your kid.”

Santiago grimaces, leans in and lowers his voice, and tells you.

It’s startling, but not wholly surprising. You’d seen the scars, the dog tags.

“Look,” Santiago adds. “I’m just—I’m trying to set your expectations here. If you decide to have it, I’m not necessarily going to be around.”

“No, I—” You shake your head. “I appreciate it. Seriously, I do.”

Santiago nods a touch, though he doesn’t seem to believe you.

“I’m leaving at the end of the week,” He says. “Think you’ll decide by then?”

“Maybe.”

“...Don’t rush it. I was just wondering.”

And then Santiago slides out of the booth. “You’ve got my number. Let me know.”

You do let him know. You call him two weeks later, and tell him that you’re keeping it.

“...Alright,” He says.

You don’t ask if he wants to be involved, if he’s mad at you. They’re answers that you’re not sure you want.

“I’ll send you updates if you want updates,” You tell him. “Either way—You know, no worries.”

“...Sure.”

The space that he puts into these answers is concerning, but you try not to read into it.

“Bye, then.” You hang up without another word and toss the phone onto your bed. Then you look down at your belly and poke it. “Guess it’s just you and me, huh, kid?”

You send Santiago updates.

You start getting checks. When you text him about them, he just says, ‘Baby shit is expensive’.

He tells you he won’t take any of it back, even when you try. The two of you settle on an amount for him to send regularly.

You only send him ultrasounds and doctor’s notes—not pictures of the bump, or thoughts that you have on names, or the progress of the nursery.

You’re eight months along when your buzzer rings late at night. You frown, pushing yourself up from the couch and setting aside your nearly-decimated pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

“Who’s that?” You murmur to your belly as you head for the door. You press the ‘talk button’ and ask who it is.

When Santiago’s voice crackles through, you’re briefly stunned. And then you hit the ‘open’ button.

You stare down at your maternity PJs, and the swell of your belly peeking out between your sweatpants and top.

When there’s a knock on the door, you jump just a little. You take in a deep breath and swallow thickly before you open the door.

Santiago looks as surprised to be there as you are. He searches your face for a moment before he says, “Hi.”

“Hello.”

His eyes drop to the swell of your belly and his mouth works wordlessly for just a second. Then he asks, “Can I come in?”

It’s weird being around him. There’s no crackling sexuality between the two of you as there was that first night, and far less tension between the two of you than there was at the coffee shop.

Santiago just looks around, then down the hall. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and you nod, saying, “The one on the left.”

Santiago goes, and you follow. He takes his time after he flicks on the light, looking around the cool mint green of the nursery—the crib, the toys, the rocking chair, the changing table and dresser.

“...You’ve got clothes?”

“In the dresser and the closet.”

“Diapers?”

“Uh-huh.” Then, “I got a lot from the baby shower.”

Santiago nods a little, walking over to the dresser and pulling the drawers open to look at them before he nudges it shut again. He turns to look at the window, the baby monitor, then you. “...You’re okay?”

“Yeah,” You nod. “You?”

He doesn’t answer that, just takes a moment and says, “I’m going to be, um...I’m back in the States—for good.”

“...Okay.”

You don’t ask if he’ll be nearby, if he has plans. They’re questions that you don’t think you want the answers to.

“...Will you tell me when you go into labor?”

“Yeah, of course,” You insist, “I was always gonna—I mean I wouldn’t have not told you.”

“Okay.” Then—“I should get going. I have to unpack.”

Your curiosity gets the better of you—“Nearby?”

“Bout five minutes away.”

You tell yourself not to read into it, not to expect support, but it makes your heart tick up in your chest. You just nod, and step back to let Santiago out of the room, and follow him down the hall to your front door.

He stops at the door and turns back to you, looking at your belly.

“Can I, uh...” He starts, brow furrowing a little. You lift your shirt wordlessly and reach out, taking hold of his hand and placing it on your belly.

You see a shift in him, and he takes a step closer.

You watch him raise his other hand, gently smoothing his hands around your stomach. You lift your eyes to his face, taking in his warm, watering eyes, his full lips pursed into a thin line, and his lashes fluttering as he blinks rapidly, perhaps trying to hide his tears.

You hope the baby has his curls.

Santiago becomes a more frequent visitor in the last two months of your pregnancy.

He starts visiting not only to check in on how the baby’s doing. He starts speaking with you, too. You start getting to know the father of your child.

It’s...Kind of nice. The film of nerves and distance drop away, and the teasing and smiles that led you to sleep with him in the first place sneak back in.

A week before your due date, you sit on your couch with Santiago, watching a movie, Santiago’s hand absently resting on the swell of your baby bump.

“...Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” He suddenly asks.

You glance over at him and nod, “Yeah.” Then, “You wanna know?”

Santiago glances down at your belly before turning back to the tv.

“Nah.”

You smile a little bit, turning back to the tv. “Alright.”

“I can wait.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s only a week.”

“Sure, Garcia. Keep protesting, I’m finding it cute.”

When you go into labor, Santiago is the first person you call.

He’s at your apartment in three minutes.

When your baby girl is born, Santiago is right there with you, telling you to push, telling you you’re doing an amazing job

As Santiago cradles the baby, as he strokes over her tiny nose, he mutters, “You could’ve just told me it was gonna be a girl.”

You smile tiredly up at them, eyes on the bundle. “You actually waited the week. I’m impressed.”

Santiago spends the first few months close to you. He starts to sleep on your couch.

When that begins to bother his neck, you offer to let him sleep in bed with you, “Just so you—Oh, don’t look at me like that—”

“You want another one already?”

“That is not funny, Garcia. But you know what, fine, sleep on the couch, enjoy the crick in your neck.”

He starts sleeping in your bed. He has a few changes of clothes at your place.

He has a level of involvement that you never thought he’d be around for, but you’re incredibly happy with.

The two of you are also becoming more...Friendly.

You don’t know if it’s the fatigue, or the fact that you wake up in his arms most mornings, but Santiago is being more affectionate with you these days—touchier, lighter to tease.

It’s still not like that first night—things have shifted in a way that you can never change, and you know it.

Seeing the way he is with the baby helps, too.

Santiago is so good with the baby.

He’s calm. He speaks to her in tender tones. He sings to her in spanish under his breath when he’s trying to get her down.

He encourages her, teases her, is always careful with her.

Santiago is present when you need him to be. And he’s pretty sweet with you, too.

He takes the baby to give you an afternoon, spoils you with little surprises—from a gift card for a pedicure to your favorite candy bar.

You’d never thought that it would be like...This with him. You thought you’d raise the baby alone, and that Santiago would drop in every few years to see how the kid is doing, if that.

“...She’s sleeping better now,” You tell him when the baby is around five months old.

“Yeah.”

“So...” You bite your lip, watching him wash the dishes, “So you don’t have to...I mean—” You go quiet when he looks at you, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I mean...” You avert your eyes as it seems to click with Santiago.

“I’ll stop crowding you,” he says.

“No! That’s not what I—I just, you’re paying rent for an apartment you’re, like, never at. It doesn’t seem fair to you, it’s a waste.”

“I deal with it.”

“I know you do, but that doesn’t mean you should.” And it’s stupid to say, but—“So you should move in.”

Oh. No.

Santiago freezes for a second before he reaches out, shutting off the faucet.

“You sure about that?”

“Sure,” You offer, a little nervey, “I mean, I know it’s only five minutes away, but I’d miss you—She’d miss you, you know.”

Santiago turns to face you, and your heart thumps roughly in your chest.

“You would miss me?” He repeats.

“...Yeah,” You admit softly.

Santiago drops the dishtowel and crosses the kitchen. He cups your face and draws you in for a tender kiss.

It’s like an electric shock, it shoots right through you. Your eyes slip shut, and you raise your hands to grip his shirt tightly.

Santiago crowds your back against the counter, his hands wandering your body covetously.

You bite back a whimper, and then groan as the baby’s wails come through the baby monitor.

The two of you part, and Santiago takes a step back, muttering, “I’ve got her.”

You tug him back in before he can get far, planting another warm kiss on him before finally letting go. He grins at you as he goes.

You raise your hands to your face once he’s gone, hiding your own grin, and its softening when you hear Santiago’s voice through the monitor just a moment later.

#Santiago Garcia Imagine #Santiago Garcia x Reader #Santiago Garcia x You #Santiago Garcia headcanon #Pregnancy cw #pregnancy mention #Tw: pregnancy

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