#Seriously I love the fuck out of that song

[mofongomuncher]

𝘽𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚

(Ekko X Reader)

❥ cast : ! Ekko and Reader ¡

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you as you messed with the radio. Your eyes flickered back at me, amusement written all over your face.

"dancing? Seriously?" I asked, arching a brow. My voice carried my usual skepticism, but I couldn't lie—I was curious.

You grinned, turning fully to face me. "It's gonna be funnn Ekko, trust."

I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head.

"Alrighty" you started, stepping closer. My breath hitched slightly at the proximity, but I didn't move. "Firstt, we need to feel the music. This is not just about the steps, it's about the flow. Okay?"

I hesitated. Dancing wasn't exactly my thing—fighting, strategizing, outmaneuvering? Yeah. But this? This was different. Still, when you extended your hand, palm open, waiting, I found myself stepping forward.

My fingers brushed against yours, and for some reason, that simple touch sent a shock up my arm. You guided me into position, your hand light on mine, but firm. I swallowed, trying to focus, but it was hard when you were this close.

The music pulsed through the air, the steady beat wrapping around us. I followed your movements, my steps stiff at first, hesitant. But your eyes were locked onto mine, full of something I couldn't quite name, and it kept me grounded.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. You taught me how to dance.)

"Just trust the rhythm, baby.." you murmured. Your voice was soft but steady, pulling me in.

"Just let go and follow me."

I nodded, inhaling deeply. My grip on your hand tightened, more sure now. I let myself listen to the music, to the space between us. And slowly, I started to move with you, matching your steps.

That's when I really felt it.

The way your body guided mine, the way your fingertips brushed my skin as you corrected my form. You were patient, your touch lingering just a second too long in places, making my pulse spike. It wasn't just dancing. It was something else. Something more.

You moved closer, your hands grazing my shoulders, my waist. My breath hitched as we found our rhythm, bodies brushing, moving in perfect sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

The song flowed through us, and suddenly, it wasn't about the steps at all. It was about you and me. The way your lips parted slightly as you focused, the way your laughter mixed with the melody. The way your body fit so perfectly against mine.

Then you pulled me closer.

My hands found your waist instinctively, fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt. You spun, and I followed, completely lost in you, in this moment.

We were inches apart now, your breath warm against my skin, your gaze flickering to my lips for just a second. The space between us wasn't much—but it felt unbearable.

I felt the way your grip on my hand tightened, the way you leaned in just enough to give me all the confirmation I needed.

So I closed the gap.

The first touch of your lips was soft, hesitant—like we were both holding back, caught in the weight of everything unsaid. But then, we melted into it, the kiss deepening as my arms wrapped around you, pulling you in.

You sighed into me, your fingers slipping into my hair, and fuck—I was gone.

Lost in the way you tasted, in the way your body pressed against mine. The music faded into the background, but I could still feel it, the rhythm of the song now in sync with the rhythm of our hearts.

By the time we pulled away, the song had ended.

Our eyes locked on eachother, our breaths mixing, the space between us still humming with energy.

"You know, you're not so bad as I thought.." you murmured, your lips still swollen from the kiss.

I huffed a quiet laugh, my fingers still tracing the shape of your waist. "I just needed the right teacher. That's all" My voice was lower now, more serious, because this—you—was different.

You smiled, small but it was real.

And as I stood there, my hand still over your heartbeat, I knew one thing for sure—

I wasn't never gonna forget this.

I lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling of some random rundown safe house. The war was over—if you could even call it that. Noxus, Piltover, Zaun... They had all left their scars, and now all that was left was the rubble. The ghosts.

A soft breath against my chest made me glance down. Jinx. She was curled into me, her short wild blue hair spilling over my arm, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful—like none of it had ever happened.

But my mind wasn't here.

It was there.

A song crackled faintly from the old radio in the corner of our room, the sound warping with static, but I didn't need it to be clear. I knew the lyrics. The rhythm.

No, no te puedo olvidar. No, no te puedo borrar. Tú, me enseñaste a querer. me enseñaste a bailar.

(No, I can't forget you. No, I can't erase you. You taught me to love. taught me how to dance.)

I shut my eyes.

And suddenly, I wasn't in a broken bed, surrounded by the smell of gunpowder and metal.

I was with you.

Your laughter, soft and sweet, filled the air, blending with the melody. I could still feel your hand on my chest, steadying me as I fumbled through the steps. You had been so patient. So damn patient with me, smiling every time I messed up, teasing me, guiding me.

"You're stiff again." you had said, laughing, your fingers squeezing mine. "Loosen up baby."

I had rolled my eyes, but I had listened. Because I always listened when it was you.

The memory felt so real. I could feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine, the sway of your hips leading me through the dance. The world had blurred away until it was just us, moving to the music, our heartbeats in sync.

Como tú me besaba', como yo te lo hacía Como tú me miraba', bellaquito me ponía Se siente feo no tenerte cerquita La nueva mama bien, pero no es tu boquita

(The way you kissed me, the way I made you feel The way you looked at me, it turned me on. It feels so wrong not to have you close. The new girl's good, but she doesn't have your lips.)

The way you had looked at me that night... like I was yours. Like I was the only one who mattered.

And then the kiss.

Fuck.

That kiss.

I could still taste it, still feel the way your lips had lingered on mine like you were trying to memorize me. The way your hands had slid up my arms, pulling me closer, like letting go wasn't an option.

"Everything feels right..." you had whispered.

And I had believed you.

But now, lying in this bed with her, with Jinx, I knew the truth.

I lost you.

I had let you slip through my fingers, like sand I couldn't hold onto no matter how hard I tried.

And maybe I deserved that.

Yo con cualquiera me puedo acostar Pero no con cualquiera quiero despertar Solo con usted, con usted Yo bailo con usted, na'má con usted Un beso donde esté, donde estés, beb—

(Oh, I can sleep with anyone But I don't wanna wake up with just anyone Only with you, with you I only dance with you, no one else but you A kiss to wherever you are, wherever you are, baby-)

The radio stuttered, the song fading into static before cutting off entirely.

Jinx stirred against my chest, her breath soft and slow as she blinked awake, a little mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She looked up at me, her pink eyes glowing with that usual spark of energy.

Without warning, she planted a quick kiss on my lips—teasing, playful, just enough to leave a mark without lingering too long. "I knew you'd be the perfect pillow Ekko.." she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

I froze for a moment, still feeling the echo of your presence in my mind, even as Jinx leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs.

I fought the urge to pull away from the thoughts of you.

"Hm, is it always this quiet when I wake up?" she asked, her voice slightly teasing but not quite crossing any lines. "You're usually more talkative."

I tried to keep it casual, trying to focus on her words, even though my mind was running elsewhere. "Guess you caught me off guard.." I muttered, my voice a little strained.

She didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care since she settled back down against me, curling her body into mine. Her hand rested on my chest, her fingers lightly grazing my chest.

"You're a strange one little man.." she said, her tone softening as she laid her head back down on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to explain that my heart wasn't really in this moment. But all I could do was lay there, my chest tightening with the weight of my thoughts.

I wanted to turn back time.

I wanted to go back to that night, to that song, to that dance, to you.

But all I could do was lay here, trapped in memories that would never be more than that.

(Any fellow Puerto Ricans here?? Lmkk )

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[bogkeep]

so so sick of every courier service that's not just Regular Local Mail. why do they make everything so difficult and complicated all the time auuggghhggg

[thelostgirl21]

Okay, I've just gotta say though...

Imagine that you think you've fallen in love with some evil mastermind that only ever pretended to love you to gain power for himself!

Then, shortly after, you hear some sniffling coming from the corner of a room while searching for your family, and randomly find said "evil mastermind" looking like this:

Radovid's main casting requirement: being able to look so small, vulnerable, soft, lost, and hurt, that it'll have some members of the audience yelling "Jaskier, you better fix this right now, you big meanie! Or I'll never forgive you!" at their screen!

Basically,

Me, before season 3: "I don't think I'll ever be able to feel as protective of any character in any TV show ever as I do of Jaskier."

Radovid: "Hold my wine bottle, I've got this!"

Me, after season 3: "I now have this strange urge to throttle that bard if he ever hurts that one again... What the fuck is going on?"

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Since you’re really getting into the world of Jewish music, have you heard of chilik frank ? He’s a chossid who does ashkenaz/Klezmer. My absolute fav song from him is a song called ‘Rabi meir omer’ !

Ughh one thing I love about kletzmer is the emphasis on clarinet so many songs have. It makes me want to pick mine back up and play this by ear...

As well, this is how it feels to play clarinet:

[robotsafari]

the next world is just a borrowed body away

[britneyshakespeare]

dallon weekes has a portrait that ages for him in his attic like dorian gray but it also still looks pretty good because he doesn't really do anything wrong

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[huginsmemory]

Maybe it's cause I almost religiously listen to glass animals album I Love You So F**king Much and am rotating Bill and Ford in my brain at immense speeds but I think some of the songs on it are very Billford. Wonderful Nothing is a BIG canon Bill song about Ford to me. Like FUCK.

It's about loving someone but being ultimately self-destructive and unable to save your relationship because you choose to continue to hurt them due to loving yourself most EVEN while still desperately loving the person. Like hnnngh LISTEN!!! Listen to ittt. PLUS ADDED SOME PERTINENT LYRICS BELOW THE CUT.

Wonderful nothing You just want something nice You just want substance I just wanna cut out both your eyes

Wonderful nothing You just want something kind I want corruption I think I'm the devil in disguise

Here's my state of mind Give me destruction Tell me I'm scrumptious I'm a fucking delight

I come back in with a one-two Sucker punch in the gut, here's a tissue Truth hurts when it points right at you ... I've just come back to life I'm here, I'm your little ray of sunshine

Your party's so damn tired Kinkiness pretty light and You're dressed up like a tiger But you're a fly stuck in my eye, and

What's that face? So you got some scrapes, but I'll pile drive you anyway And I hoped and I prayed I kept on thinking it'd all change one day

It's been a great gun fight You drew blood, I set myself on fire But you've had your time Oh, you've had your time, mm

Wonderful nothing I just want something wrong I want indulgence I just want to make it out alive

... You got big ideas, they're as shit as you Trying to self-combust just for an excuse

I'm the fly inside of your facial goop I'm a little hair sat inside your soup There's the rub, maybe I'm the fool I'm trying to stop, but I still love you

[puppppppppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[theworstcreature]

*shaking you violently, staring into your eyes in a almost crazed way*

IM A LITTLE KID AND SO ARE YOU DONT YOU GO AND GROW UP BEFORE I DO IM A LITTLE KID WITH SO MUCH DOUBT DO YOU WANNA BE THERE TO SEE HOW I TURN OUTTTT

[itsalwaysdark]

i was gonna make a post abt how i dont rly like like. Genre changing covers of songs and then realized upon introspection is that i sort of just dont like rock covers of songs generally

[chisungie]

.

[chevalierlorraine]

Im very lucky vkei music is so loud so I dont have to listen to my family forcing christianity onto me Everyone say thank you to Buck Tick for making loud songs

[www-pinkhearse]

I’m sorry

[coridallasmultipass]

I hate when my phone won't let me have 2 audio sources running at the same time (depending on the app). I know what I'm doing, let me hear the discordant noises. My brain has built-in audio separation for music. It came as compensation for auditory processing issues. Don't make me pause the music.

[crmsndragonwngss]

When we were made

It was no accident

We were tangled up like branches in a flood

I come as a blade

A sacred guardian

So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood