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storiesfromafan · 2 months

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The Waltz

A/N: yes I am back with Part 3 (Dance Class 101 and Beautiful Swan). I have to say I've enjoyed writing this small series, and have enjoyed the comments.

I also want to thank everyone who has followed this story blog, I cant believe I have got 326 followers!!

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The Waltz

The booming voice of Professor Dumbledore in welcoming all to The Yule Ball. Gathering with other couples, you and Lorenzo watched the Professor with everyone else. Dumbledore spoke about the ball and how it was a tradition that is kept up to bring Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute together. And it did bring you all together. Besides most of the males of Hogwarts being intimidated of the male’s students from Drumstrang, the female students from Beauxbatons had taken to the females of Hogwarts.

Once Dumbledore was finished, he introduced each of the school’s champions. They all entered in a line, before coming to stop in the open space of the dance floor. They opened The Yule Ball with the first dance for the night. You and Lorenzo sniggered at Harry Potter and his date, the only couple to stick out like a sore thumb.

“Looks like old mate has two left feet” commented your friend.

You snort laughed. “Don’t be so mean Enzo” you hit his arm softly.

You both went back to watching as your professor’s joined in. Of course, Snape and the female professor, who had been your dancing instructors, paired up and took to the floor. You and Lorenzo held it together as best you could. The female professor still looked like she wanted to run for the hills, while Snape was as rigid as ever. Only now the rest of the students got to bare witness to what the Slytherin students had been privy to for two weeks. You heard the whispers and the sniggers at Snape’s expense.

Once the dance was over, Snape left the dance floor in a sweep of his cloak, his dance partner moving off in the opposite direction. The champions all took their leave of the floor, while other students braved the dance floor.

Lorenzo shot you a smirk before taking your hand and dragging you to the floor. All the while you softly protested, which he chose to ignore. Coming to a spot on the floor, Lorenzo stopped and swiftly turned to face you. You on the other hand, staggered for a moment from his motions. But quickly you corrected yourself, standing tall shooting your date a glare.

The live band started up with the perfect melody for the dance you were all about to partake in, The Foxtrot. It was the second dance Snape taught Slytherin, it was easier to learn then The Waltz. Which made you wonder why he hadn’t started with that dance. Oh well, you had learned the steps in the end.

“Ready?” Asked Lorenzo.

You continued to glare. “No”.

He chuckled. “Well, you better get ready”.

And with that you both began to move along with the music, Lorenzo leading you around the floor in a medium tempo. At first your steps were unsure and a little sloppy, but after a little bit, you got comfortable and confident in your steps. And before long you and Lorenzo were moving smoothly around the floor. Lorenzo shot you a knowing smile, which you rolled your eyes at but none the less you sported a beaming smile.

Like the other students, Mattheo and Daphne watched on. Mattheo’s gaze following your every movement. He felt jealousy rise as he watched Lorenzo smile at you, to which you rolled your eyes but gave him a happy smile. That should have been him out there with you. Smiling at each other and laughing. But instead, it was his good friend with you.

“Who would have thought Enzo would pity (Y/N/N) enough to be her date?” Remarked Theodore as he came to stand next to Mattheo.

“I don’t think it was pity” retorted Mattheo. “He did it out of friendship. Enzo cared about her to give her a good night”.

Theodore shot his friend a bored look. “Whatever, he was the idiot to give up a night with any willing girl. What to ditch and hang out somewhere else?”

Feeling appalled by his mate’s words, Mattheo got serious. “He’s not an idiot. Enzo chose a friend over some conquest. He always cares about a person’s wellbeing”.

Theodore laughed with a hand up. “Alright, alright. Don’t need to get your knickers in a knot. It’s fine they came together, happy?”

Mattheo huffed turning back to you on the dance floor. He could see Theodore looking at him, then to you and Lorenzo, and then back to him. A look of recognition flashed on his face before he chuckled.

“How did I miss it” he mused, “how did I miss your crush on (Y/N/N)?”

Mattheo looked shock, looking to his date, who was busy chatting with Theodore’s date. He then turned to his friend and said in a lower voice, “you’re wrong. I don’t have a crush on (Y/N/N)”.

Theodore laughed. “Lie all you like mate, I can see it plain as day now. And quite frankly, it took you long enough”.

Mattheo shot his friend a confused look.

Theodore laughed hard. “Wow, come on I’ve known you a long time. I could see how close you and (Y/N/N)’s had gotten. I just thought you’d had worked it out by now. Both Lorenzo and I could see how you both were crushing on each other, even have a bet going on who would confess first”.

Shock and surprise crossed Mattheo’s face. You, crushing on him? No surely, they were mistaken. Not once had you ever shown any interest in him in that way. You never flirted, never dropped hints, never jealous of other girls. You had always seemed uncaring and uninterested.

“You’re wrong” Mattheo began, “(Y/N/N) doesn’t have a crush on me. She’s never shown signs of liking me like that”.

Once more Theodore laughed. “Oh, my friend how wrong you are. That beautiful creature out there” – he pointed in the direction of you on the dance floor – “does have a crush on you. And just because you haven’t seen the signs, I can assure you that Enzo and I have”.

Mattheo shook his head, not once taking his eyes off you.

“I can tell you firsthand that the look in her (colour) eyes when you would bring your latest conquest around the group, the evident hurt in those eyes as she watches you together. Or how she would ‘off handedly’ help you study, when really, she wanted to be near you. Probably hoped you would read between the lines of all her help to see that she did like you more than a friend. You my friend have been oblivious to how she show’s her feelings, as you are used to girls throwing themselves at you”.

If Theodore was right, then Mattheo had made a mistake, a big one. If he had been able to read you better, then he wouldn’t have had a reason to hold back his feelings. It would have been he who had escorted you to The Yule Ball. It would be him out there dancing with you, smiling and laughing.

Theodore clapped Mattheo on the back. “If I was you, I’d come up with a plan to get to (Y/N/N) and sweep her off her feet. Or else she might fall for Enzo instead”.

With that Theodore took his date and left Mattheo to his thoughts. Daphne brought him back when she asked when they would dance. He winced at the idea; his poor feet would hate him if he danced with her. Dancing, that was it. With a few words to Daphne that they would dance soon, the cogs in Mattheo’s head were turning, a plan coming together.

The song came to an end, you and Lorenzo stepped back from each other before bowing and curtsying to the other. Coming to fully stand once more, you both shot the other a warm smile. Lorenzo then took your arm before leading you from the dance floor, and over to a space by the wall. You both took the moment to cool off.

“I had my reserves about dancing but thank you for dragging me against my will. It was fun”.

He laughed. “You are welcome, any time I would happily drag you to dance”. Lorenzo winked at you, making you laugh.

Lorenzo smile at you before his attentions turned elsewhere. “How about I get us some drinks. I’ll be right back”.

Before you could say a word, your friend walked off, leaving you a little confused but looking forward to some refreshments. You decided to lean against the wall, hands resting behind your back and against the cool stone wall. It was grounding, the coolness against your warm flesh. Your eyes roamed over the room. You noticed couples and groups in conversation. Those on the dance floor that were strong dancers compared to those that were trying their best.

Finally, you spotted Lorenzo with drinks in hand, but it was the person walking next to him that he was in deep conversation with that made you stand up straight. He was talking with Mattheo, and they looked to be quite serious. But just as quick had you seen them, did Mattheo part from your date. What had they been discussing, you wondered.

Joining you once more, Lorenzo held out a cup with punch in it, you accepted the cup and took a gracious sip. Once the cup left your lips you turned your gaze back to your date, studying him. You wanted to question him, find out what led to their talking or what Mattheo had to say. So, you decided to just go for it.

“What did Mattheo want?”

“Hm?” Lorenzo asked before taking a sip from his cup.

“I saw you two talking before you came back with my drink. What did he want?” It might have sounded rude, but you were dying to know. Though it went against your not caring mantra for the night.

“Mattheo? Oh, he was just commenting on the dancing. Thought we looked good” Lorenzo said off handedly turning to watch those on the dance floor, while leaning against the wall.

“Oh really? Is that so?” You questioned further.

“Mmhmm, said you looked graceful. And had a glow about you. Which he’s not wrong about” he laughed.

You nudged his shoulder with your own. You left it that. Your heart swelled at Lorenzo’s words. Mattheo had complimented you. You felt the soft smile form on your lips at the compliment. But then reality set in. You were at the ball with Lorenzo, not Mattheo. He had chosen to take Daphne Greengrass and was probably having a wonderful time. He was probably being nice with his compliment. Possibly a ploy to get back in your good graces. The smile slipped from your face, the hallow feeling returning to your chest in realisation.

Silence rolled over you both as you continued to watch those around you and on the dance floor. Soon time slowly passed before Lorenzo moved from the wall, taking your empty cups, and setting them down on a table off to the side. He shot you a bright smile before holding out his hand to you.

“May I have the next dance my lady?”

You laughed. “Why yes good sir, for this time you did ask me”. And placed your hand in his.

Lorenzo led you to stand with those spectating the dancing students. You both stood there waiting for the current dance to end, so that you both could join the next dance. With the final notes of the song, the students on the floor stopped, bowed, and curtseyed to each other before vacating the dance floor. Sharing a look, you and your friend took to the floor, along with four other couples. Standing before your partner, it was the movement from the left side that caught your attention.

Making their last-minute appearance on the floor, both Mattheo and Daphne moved over to stand on your right side. You felt your body stiffen at the sight of them, a sight you had done best to stay clear of. But here they were, shoving it front of you. With the first few notes, you placed your left hand on Lorenzo’s right shoulder while his right hand was placed against your side, his left-hand taking hold of your right hand. Now you were ready to begin The Waltz.

Just like in dance class, Lorenzo led while you followed. You both followed the steps, graceful in your movements on the dance floor. Out the corner of your eye you would see Mattheo and Daphne, your heart sinking further from it. Moving to hold your head high you reminded yourself to not care about them. You didn’t need him.

Lorenzo shot you a warm smile, that you returned. “Forgive me or thank me later”.

You shot him a look of confusion before finishing the square, he then proceeded to turn you out before letting go of your hand. You wanted to protest to whatever he was doing, but the feeling of a hand taking hold of your own and spun you in to face the one person you were trying to forget. Mattheo moved you into position, without a thought you moved your left hand to his shoulder. Confusion written all over your face at what was happening.

Your gazed moved back to your original dance partner, who was now dancing with a confused and irritated Daphne Greengrass. Lorenzo looked to be talking to her, possibly an attempt to calm down the girl. You looked back to Mattheo, who wore a mischievous grin on his face. All the while you both moved in time with the music, steps just as graceful as you had been dancing with Lorenzo.

“What is going on?” You questioned with a sharp tone. “Why am I dancing with you?”

Mattheo chuckled. “I thought we should dance, and since you aren’t talking to me. I got Lorenzo to help me get my dance”.

You glared at the boy before you. “You had no right to swap me from my date”.

“Oh? I think Enzo didn’t mind” he retorted.

“Well, I mind. Not that you care”.

The look of hurt in Mattheo’s eyes at your words wounded you. Any time he was upset hurt you, and the need to cheer him up would kick in. But not this time. You were still hurting from what he has done. Mattheo needed to learn a lesson.

He sighed. “I’m sorry for stealing you away. But you have to admit you have avoided me. You aren’t talking to me”.

“And there’s a reason for that” you fired back looking him right in the eyes. “Until you work out what you done and what you need to do to fix it, I will continue to not talk to you”.

Silence rolled over you both after that. You had said what you had too. Mattheo knew exactly what you were talking about. He knew he had to step up and apologise, which is what he wants to do. He just wasn’t sure how to do it. He was worried he wouldn’t say the right words, and it would only make things worse.

You both continued to move in time with the music, fluid movements filling the remaining time with Mattheo. Without talking you took in the boy before you, now that you have a closer opportunity. Since arriving at the ball, his hair was now messy. Mattheo must have absented mindedly ran his hand through his brown curly locks, something he done when in thought. He had also loosened the tie around his neck, and the jacket of his dress robes unbuttoned. You could have laughed at the untidy appearance, but held it in.

As the song started its descent to an end, you both moved in a square one more time. Only the grip Mattheo held tightened, almost drawing you closer. Mattheo moved his left foot forward, as you stepped back on your right. He then moved his right foot forward, while you moved your left foot backwards. Then you both moved those feet to the side, before bringing their partnering feet to meet with them. Mattheo then led you as be moved his right foot back, as you moved your left foot forward. Then he moved his left foot backwards, while you brought your right foot forward, both moving them to the side and then closing with its partnering feet. Thus, completing the square.

Reluctantly Mattheo loosens his hold on you, as he stepped back. You step back from his hold, your hands coming to rest at your sides. Looking each other in the eyes, you see something unfamiliar flash in his eyes. But he bows to you, cutting eye contact. In a daze of mixed emotions, you curtsy back.

With reality coming back, you felt like there was no air in the room. Standing back up you try to take a deep breath but struggled. Feeling a panic rising in you, you gather up your skirt and quickly move from the dance floor and out of The Great Hall. It was all too much. You would rather have kept Mattheo at arm’s length.

That’s funny, as you just did. Your mind taughtened you. For you had just been dancing at arm’s length.

Exiting into a courtyard not far from The Great Hall, you held your head in your hands while taking a deep breath of cold fresh air. Releasing it slowly, you tried to work out what just happened. Your heart ached with a mix of happy and sad. Your mind a mess from all that has happened so far tonight. The one thing ringing in your mind was Mattheo, the one person who hurts you so much. Even if it was unintentionally.

“Bloody hell!” Huffed an all too familiar voice. “Why did you take off (Y/N/N)?!”

Mattheo had been oblivious of your leaving the dance floor till Lorenzo called out to him. Upon seeing your form missing before him, Lorenzo pointed in the direction you had taken off. And he took off in chase, not second guessing the choice to follow you. He heard Daphne call his name, but no doubt Lorenzo stopped her and would entertain her a little longer. All Mattheo worried about was you.

He watched you quickly walk before him; he did call out to you, but you ignored him. Coming to the entrance to the courtyard, he was greeted with the sight of you, standing with your back to him with hands on your head while looking up breathing slowly. Something told him it was some level of anxiety that had you making an escape. But he couldn’t help huffing out what he said to you.

“Matty…” you sighed. “Please, leave me be. Go back to the ball” you practically pleaded. It broke his heart.

“Talk to me” he took a step closer before stopping himself.

You laughed at his words. “There is nothing to talk about…not until you work out what you did”.

“I know what I did…” he said softly. “I’ve known since it happened”.

Your hands dropped from your head, slowly you turned around to face him with a hurt look upon your face. It hurt him to see you like this, it felt like that hurt was more than just from the other week’s hang out. You didn’t say anything, waiting for the boy before you to continue.

Mattheo took a deep breath, readying himself. “What Theodore said to you, how…pathetic” – he struggled to get the word out – “people would think you were if you didn’t have a date. And I am so sorry for agreeing with him”.

“Why did you agree with him then?” You questioned, guarding yourself to try and save yourself.

Mindlessly Mattheo ran a hand through his curls. “I was stupid. I didn’t want Theodore to turn his sights on me, teasing and running me down. But I hurt you instead. The one person who I hold close”.

The one person who I hold close… You felt warmth rise in you, but you told yourself it was because you were friends. That is all.

“Don’t say that” you pleaded, “don’t say you hold me close. It only gets my hopes up” you said softly, tears pricking your eyes.

Without a thought, Mattheo crossed over to stand before you. He wrapped his hands around your upper arms softly, subconsciously making sure you wouldn’t run from him again. Concern washed over his face as he looked you in the eyes. Everything Theodore said coming back to him.

“You are the one person I hold close (Y/N), you are the only person to be there for me. To help me study, to check on my mental state, to kick my ass if I step out of line” he chuckled. “Don’t ever doubt how highly I think of you”.

You shook your head. “I’m not that good a person…”

“Yes, you are” he pulled you closer to him. “Why do you say you aren’t?”

This was it, the moment of make or break.

“My intentions weren’t always innocent…” you started looking him deep in the eyes. “Sure, we are friends but over time things…changed. And I wanted more of your time”.

“Well, all you had to say was you wanted to spend more time with me” Mattheo butted in.

You shook your head. “Not like that…I saw how you were with other girls. Flirting and being your charming self. I was jealous of them. Then you would bring them around the group, lessening my time with you because you were focused on them”.

Mattheo swallowed. Hating to hear how you felt. Knowing he only did it to distract himself from you.

“Then this ball happened. Stupid me hoping, wishing you would ask me. That’s why in the courtyard I hinted at going on my own. Again, hoping you would ask me. But you asked Daphne…I wasn’t going to come tonight, you know?”

Hearing how you hoped for him to ask you was like a punch to the gut, bringing the guilt he felt back full force. “I-I didn’t know…” Mattheo breathed, hands dropping from your arms in thought.

That movement hit you hard, making you think he was pulling back from you. That he didn’t care for you. You felt a tear escape and make its way down your face, feeling rejected. Your shoulders started to shake while you tried to hold back the tears. Mattheo looked to you, only to see you shake. Thinking you were cold; Mattheo quickly removed his jacket before wrapping it around your shoulders. He pulled the jacket tight in front of you, you looked to the boy in confusion. He on the other hand looked at you with worry and care. Silently he was waiting for you to continue.

“Yeah…well I wasn’t going too; Enzo didn’t even know. But when I spoke to him earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to say I was not going. I didn’t expect him to offer to be my date, but I am grateful he did. He has made tonight bearable”.

Jealousy flashed in Mattheo’s eyes. But they softened when he saw a tear escape your eye, your second tear, before bringing his hand up and gently wiped it away. Both of you looked at the other, savouring this moment. Mattheo moved to cup your cheek with his hand, without missing a beat you leant into the warmth, all the while never breaking eye contact. Without missing a beat, Mattheo leant in and tenderly kissed your lips.

The kiss was gentle, innocent. He noted how soft your lips were, and a tad cold from the night air. Reluctantly, he pulled back and observed your reaction. Shock evident on your adorable face.

“Forgive me (Y/N/N). Forgive me for flirting and entertaining other girls, for parading them around you. Forgive me for spending less time with you, and for agreeing with Theordore’s idiotic notions” Mattheo confessed and pleaded. “And, most of all, forgive me for not being your date tonight. As I would have rather spent my night with you, then anybody else”.

You searched his eyes, looking for any sign that him or his words weren’t genuine. But all you saw was sadness, begging and hope. Not what you would usually see with the Slytherin heart throb. He was baring his all to you, and only you. So, you made your decision.

You raised up on your tippy toes, one hand grasping at Mattheo’s shirt, before you lent in to kiss him. As soon as your lips touched his, he knew you forgave him. No words were needed at this point. He leant down, releasing you from the uncomfortable position of standing on your tippy toes. Mattheo pressed his lips firmer to your own, but not enough it hurt. Soon he slowly pulled back, taking in the tender look upon your face, as you opened your eyes, that you don’t remember closing.

“I have liked you for years now” Mattheo said softly, afraid being too loud would burst this bubble around you both. “But I have been scared you didn’t like me, or it would ruin our friendship”.

You softly smiled at him, understanding how he felt. “I have liked you for years too…”

A bright smile formed on his sinful lips. “Then let us rectify it, what do you say?”

All you could do was nod your head. And once more Mattheo leant in and captured your lips, only this time it was a little more ungraceful. Which made you laugh. And to retaliate to your laughter did the boy before you poke your sides, making you squeal in dislike. Before long he was chasing you around the courtyard, you trying to escape his pokes and tickling. When he finally caught you, Mattheo spun you around before drawing you close.

That was the moment you knew you would have to thank Lorenzo. And it was the start of your personal relationship with Mattheo Riddle.

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mrsriddles-blog · 2 months

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whisperofsong · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Female Reader

Summary: A game of pool leads to something more.

Note: This is based on a request from @littlebookbengal. Thanks for reading🙂

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“You do realize the purpose of coming here is to relax, right?” you ask in an irritated tone.

“Yes, Y/N, and that’s precisely why we’re going to play a game of pool. It’s not like I’m asking you to run a marathon with me,” your friend answers.

“I don’t consider pool relaxing. I have no skill, so it’s not even enjoyable. What’s fun about playing with a bunch of balls?”

Your friend presses her lips together to refrain from laughing.

You narrow your eyes. “Stop.”

She laughs anyway and nudges your shoulder with hers. “One round. Please?” Your friend pouts and although you think it’s ridiculous that she’s this adamant about playing a game, it is one game.

“Alright, one game,” you agree, placing emphasis on the word one. Her face instantaneously brightens as she leads the two of you over to the empty pool table.

After she briefly explains the rules to you, she kicks the game off and when it’s your turn, you wince. It’s one thing to suck at something; it’s another thing to suck at something and be surrounded by numerous people who are witnesses to your poor performance.

While you attempt to line up your cue, you lose your grip and if clatters to the floor with the most unpleasant sound. Several heads whip around and you wince, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing,” you groan.

Your friend gives you a sympathetic smile and if possible, you would bolt out the door right now. When you pick up your cue from the floor and straighten up, you notice a taller guy with dirty blond hair looking your way. He has the faintest smile on his face and you can deduce that it’s likely a result of your most recent embarrassing moment. You quickly turn away to avoid further humiliation.

“I can’t do this,” you tell your friend firmly. “I tried, okay?”

“Just g-“

“We got a newbie in the place tonight,” a Southern accent says from behind and when you turn around, your face transitions from a dark shade of pink to scarlet. It’s the same guy who was staring at you only moments before.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” You would normally be turned off by such a pet name coming from a stranger, but realize you’re unbothered by him saying it.

You make a point to straighten your posture before answering, “Y/N. And this is my friend, Y/F/N.”

He nods at your friend politely, but his eyes return to you almost immediately.

“And you are?” you inquire.

“My buddies call me Hangman, but you can call me Jake.”

“Hangman?” you repeat while you cock your head in question.

He chortles while maintaining eye contact. “A story for another time.” You smile politely, although you must admit this has piqued your curiosity.

“Mind if I give you a few pointers?” he asks while motioning to the pool table with his head. You bite your lip at the notion, concerned this will only heighten your humiliation. Then again, he is offering to help, so you might as well accept his offer.

“Okay,” you squeak and attempt to clear your throat. “That’d be great,” you reply in a slightly more confident voice.

A wry smile spreads across his face as he steps closer to you in two long strides. You eye your friend furtively, almost glaring at her as she sports a smirk you know all too well. Nevertheless, you do your best to ignore her along with her inevitable accompanying thoughts.

“The first thing you want to do is ensure you’re in the right position. Start off with both feet somewhat apart without creating too much distance,” Jake informs you. You follow his instructions and he nods in approval.

“Good. Now bend your front knee as you gradually lean forward. It should be enough that your chin lines up with the middle of your cue.”

Once again, you adhere to his advice, but feel awkward while doing so. Jake observes your discomfort as he leans a little closer with his hands hovering above your waist. “May I?” he asks.

You nod wordlessly and when his hands graze your waist, your skin immediately responds to the contact. It’s tingling with anticipation and this anticipation is amplified when his hands grip your sides in a more assured manner.

“A little more like this,” he explains while shifting your hips downward. He stops and when you glance behind you, you’re surprised to find him so close to your face, causing your even breathing to falter.

“You alright?” he asks sweetly.

“Mhmm.” If only he knew.

“Now your cue is lined up with the ball. You’re going to slightly step forward and hit your target.”

You take a deep breath. Finally, you hit the ball and your eyes widen when it glides across the table, colliding with a couple other balls. “Oh my gosh! I did it!” you exclaim and when you turn around once more, Jake’s eyes are gleaming.

“You sure did, darlin’,” he affirms with a grin. “Let’s try again, okay?”

This time, Jake moves closer and his arm presses against yours while his hand covers your front one to guide your movement of the cue. His other hand continues to rest on your hip and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. The sensation is heavenly and you have to mentally remind yourself how to breathe. When you two move in sync, you’re able to hit the ball with enough force to knock it into one of the pockets.

You stand up in delight at your accomplishment. “No way!” Before you can deliberate your next move, you spin around to hug Jake. However, your enthusiasm dwindles when it dawns on you: you’re hugging Jake.

You pull away with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I guess I just, um, got caught up in the excitement,” you explain while wringing your hands.

“No need to apologize.” You smile bashfully and set the cue down on the table. “I should probably get out of your hair now,” you say in a rushed tone before turning around and signaling to your friend with your eyes to head to the bar.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jake calls. You steadily look behind you and meet his gaze.

“You can’t leave without hearing that story,” he drawls. “The one about the origin of Hangman?” he reminds you playfully.

“Oh, well…I, uh, don’t want to keep you from your friends,” you smile apologetically.

“What if I want you to?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as a result of his admission.

“You’re sure?” you confirm.

“Positive, darlin’.”

You glance at your friend who’s been scrutinizing your interaction with Jake for the last fifteen minutes. “Oh, don’t mind me. I saw someone that caught my eye over there.” She nods to a brunette with a mustache hanging out near the piano and slinks away.

“I guess it’s settled,” you reply.

Jake nods towards the bar with a soft smile. He lets you walk ahead of him while he lightly places his hand on the small of your back as the two of you weave through the crowd. You make a mental note to thank Y/F/N for persuading you to play pool.

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#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fic

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Love Like This - Ben Rector

Imagine (acoustic) - Ben Platt

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Great Balls of Fire (live) - Miles Teller

God Bless the Boy (Cori's Song) - Cody Johnson

No pressure tags: @callsign-milano @katiemcrae @dilfsandtherapy @justfangirlthingies @lundqvistisgod @honey-dew-woo @littlebookbengal @n3ssm0nique @marchingicenotes7

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lalacliffthorne · 4 months

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omg thanks for the tag my love @leafsandstarlight 💕 this was so fun!!! (and so much harder than I thought, gee)

use this order and insert images according to how you view yourself!

1. animal 2. place 3. plant 4. character 5. season 6. hobby 7. colour 8. crystal 9. food

black cat, home, wild flowers, chandler bing, winter (atm), writing, lavender, amethyst, cake

tagging @icey--stars @littlebookbengal @writingcroissant @secretlyhers and whoever else wants to participate

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tomdutch · 3 years

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Babe do you have any flangsty fics? I need my heart broken but returned to me afterwards ya feel me

help i can’t tell if you mean if eye have posted flangsty fics or if i can recommend them, so i’ll just do a lil bit of both 😭

some of my own fics :’)

blue jeans

bliss among sinners

and you let her go

fic recs

too shy by @lauras-collection

casual by @dlwritings

all for her by @screamholland

even if it’s a lie by @flourgirl

limelight by @specialk-18

six feet under by @vendettaparker

#littlebookbengal #answered

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duskholland · 2 years

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The fact that Tom posted his boob today---

particularly whorish behaviour imo

#+ we love to see it #he is just. ……. :)#littlebookbengal #nsfw.

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 2 years

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This is unrelated to your dog (v cute btw) but I am Under Distress bc there are men out there like Peter Parker and not a SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS MY BOYFRIEND

Thank youuu and WAIT WHERE ARE THESE MEN???

#Peter is one a kind #no man can compare #littlebookbengal #katie answers

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lauras-collection · 3 years

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Okay listen here I must rant

Idk what switch flipped in my brain, but I care *so little* about celebrities now. That's not to say I don't still crave fanfic with every fiber of my being, but like...gifs of Zendaya prancing around at premieres, headlines of Leo DiCaprio's new gf or "wow, Olivia Rodrigo wore this to the white house." Like....??? I could not fucking care any less about what other people wear and do in their ivory houses. Even when tom went jetskiing in Barcelona made me irritated. Like fuck you guys not everyone has such glamorous lives

It's nice to applaud talented people and enjoy their work. I appreciate the joy that they can bring in that way. BUUUT I don't give a single flying fuck about Sophie turner's latest outfit or anything about pro athletes ya know? Why do we allow these people to have such notoriety when teachers, scientists, environmentalists and healthcare workers are doing things that 👏 actually 👏 matter 👏... Ugh end rant thank you bby

(first of I wanna mention that I only saw your last ask at first and I was confused and though 'did I miss something?' and yes I missed your first two ask lmao)

And, yes I agree. It's sad and frustrating to see that such important job get so little for what they do. And I've never really cared about what celebrities wear anyway tbh.

But I feel like the last year has put a lot of things into perspective. I don't have a lot to add to what you've said but while we're on the topic of people with too much money, can we talk about people wasting billions of dollars to go to space for a couple minutes? Like what the actual fuck? I've always thought 'the final frontier' and just space travel in general is a waste of money but I guess part of it is also helpful/important (i have no idea what they actually do though so yeah) but space tourism is just... the earth is about to crash and burn and you waste a ridiculous amount of money for shits and giggles to say you've been to space??

I'm not really religious but that reminds me of the tower of babel.

#littlebookbengal #ask

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blissfulparker · 2 years

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KAT YOUR TAGS ON TOM'S RECENT PHOTO LMAOOOOO

He needs to learn! I’m not walking around his country with my vibrator! Even if it’s cute, I know that there are children around!

#littlebookbengal #but before anyone thinks I’m stupid I know it’s a vape

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madmadmilk · 4 years

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yes yes for a spoiler-free review!! I was going to read the book but never got the time, lmk how it is. I love true crime but I know there's a *cough* LOT of warnings in this movie, so please lmk!! <3

ok! this is gonna be my spoiler-free, just scratching the surface partial review of “The Devil All The Time” (2020) !! :

short note: i really came into this movie knowing nothing except that it was “dark.” and after a full watch through, yes, it was definitely grim. but,,, not as nearly as [visually] horrifying as i thought it would be (take that as you will). that being said, we all have different levels of visual and mental tolerance, so look out for yourself! there is literally a trigger every step of the way, so i urge you to do a bit of research beforehand.

i’ll just cover the surface level of these categories as a friend to another friend. it’s up to you to assess it for yourself!! truthfully idk i’m still digesting if i “liked” it? it was just an interesting display of acting and characterization to me lol. btw slight and non-specific spoilers ahead:

🌿 plot: pretty straight forward, even jumping back and forth through time and location. the story follows fucked up people fucking up other people’s fucked up lives, intentionally or not. paths intersect in more ways than one, and you watch it unfold in quiet displeasure and suspense. it’s the kind of movie where /you/ don’t really relate or latch onto any of the characters, instead you are on a taken on a tour of their mounting distress, unable to do anything to guide or comfort them (or yourself).

🌿 imagery: i really liked the grainy texture over the film and how ‘washed’ out the clothing and town was lol. idk it’s charming to me in a ‘unsettling, middle-of-nowhere-in-the-american-south-mid-west-ish”lol. loved the way they dressed and how it reflected on each character, the way that their hair was never quite pristine. the pastors goddamn ruffle shirt, arvin’s stiff denim clothing and hat to hide his face, the cop zipping up his jacket, the women’s modest dress–– ha ha. i was thankful that a lot of the violence happened during wide shots, or were partially covered. but i always wish for tighter close-ups during dialogue lol, like waay up there. but yeah, overall–– tasteful? maybe? if you watch/listen to a lot of true-crime i think that the depictions are not far off.

🌿 the triggers/warnings: lol there’s a lot. like literally one every few steps into the movie. idk if i can list them all here, and u should definitely look up a more comprehensive list than what i can say here. but a lot of the physical violence is partially obscured or taken at a wideshot. it just so happens that a lot of the time, ‘the faces’ of the person are covered. the actual pans to “gore” is not gratuitous, apart from 2 scenes where my eyes were already focused elsewhere. BUT the sexual violence does creep in there quite boldly. it may just be me, but that really sticks with me, whether is verbally or physically represented. There’s also of sexual horror/gore depicted in the mix too, so brace yourself for that. horrible suggestions, religious fanaticism... everything you can imagine is there. so, be careful if you follow through. i’m just here to say that the camera and characters to do not linger on violence for very long. you are not forced to stare, you are only shown a glimpse of the horror. (the shock value of even seeing/thinking about it for a second is enough)

🌿 “the major take-away”: [SLIGHT SPOILER] ?? i’m still trying to figure out how i feel about this movie lol. i think what i take away from this is that all the characters in this story just woefully accept the life that the live, and accept the violence they give and receive without resistance. it doesn’t suggest ‘changing your life for the better’, or anything idealistic like that, they just are. they just do. it’s just.... keep going to you go. (i’m pretty sure the line is “some people are born just to be buried” lol) and THE WAY that we don’t get many explanations of Why They Do What They Do.... kinda love that. some people... are just Like That, and the movie lets you understand that. but yeah. please let me know if you have a greater takeaway than i do

🌿 post-watch thoughts: lol kinda wish this were a 4 episode series or something, and i kinda wanna read the book now. i enjoyed the several stories mashing together and the brief time we spent with them. it was like a lil peak into a huuuuuge story that none of the characters would ever know. but!! it would be cool to see some reasoning or fallout. ––it felt like reading a book tbh, i could feel the chapters. so yeah! i’m not sure if i would recommend this to anyone?? but i might watch it again at night time some time to really get the feel lol

please feel free to share your thoughts with me! and if you have any questions, i can help ya! watch carefully!

#littlebookbengal #tdatt #tdatt spoilers #the devil all the time #the devil all the time spoilers #spoilers #tw #tw violence #personal #madmadmilk #madwatch #long post

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