#Lost Cat Nena

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_972 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[sthavoc]

hear me out bestie, an ex's to lovers. like enzo and his gf broke up for some reason but he is winning her back and not letting her go

☆ 🌃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: enzo and you have been broken up for almost a year now. the both of you hang out with the boys and you talk. he wants to win you back, and maybe he will.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: beer. a few cuss words.

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: bestie ofccc!! thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!<3 also currently working on more requests so hang tight!! <3 juani and mati were a handful on this one lmao. hope I didn’t miss any grammar mistakes 🙏🏻.

“A ver, chicos ya por favor bájenle a la cerveza.” You grabbed Valentino’s and Juani’s can, but they immediately grabbed it off your hands again. “Ya es la media noche por Dios.”

“Ay no seas aguafiestas nena.” Juani took a long sip of his can as he looked at you, before he began to walk away.

“No, no es que sea aguafiestas Juan Caruso. Es que no tengo ganas de cuidar de nadie.” Your words were followed by a sarcastic smile while your eyes were set on Juani.

The boys and you found yourselves at a park near La Plaza. All of you had agreed to buy a pack of beers and just hang around the park. Though the boys lost count and were starting to get a little tipsy.

“Ay, ¡Es viernes! Se bebe.” Juani dragged the last syllable of his sentence. All of this before Matias spoke—

“Ay se me antojó una pizza ¿Y si vamos por una?” Even before you spoke, all the guys were already saying yes. You knew there was no point in saying no because there was not going to be a no for an answer. Plus a pizza wasn’t a bad idea.

Everyone walked to the nearest Pizzeria of where you were. The guys walked in front as you stayed behind and watched them goof around, doing silly little things. Your arms crossed over your chest as the wind hit you. You felt like the mom of the group right now.

“Dale que yo te ayudo si se descontrolan.” Enzo’s voice comes up behind you making you turn to look at him.

“Ay eso ayudaría. Gracias.” You sighed.

“No hay de que, son una carga. Lo se.” He winks jokingly making a laugh escape out of you.

There was a silence after that. Not peaceful but not graceless either. Like you yearned for to say something but you didn’t know if you should. Enzo felt the same way, but the dissimilarity was that he wanted to say something he just didn’t know what exactly. So he just went with the classic—

“¿Como estás? ¿Como te trata la vida?” His hands rested on the inside of his pockets. He didn’t know if he should mentally slap himself or not for asking that question.

“Pues bien. La verdad nada nuevo, más que cuidar de Blue.” Blue was your 3-year-old cat. Enzo had gotten him for you, for your 1 year anniversary. “¿Y tú?” You glanced at the guys before looking back at Enzo. “¿Como te sientes con tu nuevo estilo de vida?”

Enzo chuckled before he replied. “Pues me va bien. Las fans son-” He puffs out a breath letting his hand drop towards his thigh. “Maravillosas. Los eventos, increíbles.”

To you, it seemed like Enzo was doing amazing. You were proud, there was no doubt about that. “Me da gusto escuchar eso. Estoy orgullosa de ti Enzo.”

“Gracias, nena.” A soft smile crept on Enzo’s lips after his sentence. The both of you walked and walked behind the guys. When he felt like saying something again, Matias spoke—

“Dale pelotudo dame la plata.” He jokingly pushed Juani who just shook his head and picked his hand up in the air. “Como queres que pague ¿ah?”

“Juani, ya dale el dinero a Matías.” You sighed, walking over towards the two of them. You had arrived at the Pizzeria, Juani just had to give Matias the money to go order and pay.

“Ay ya que es joda.” He dragged the last syllable before giving the money to Matias who snatched the bills from his hand.

While Matias went inside and ordered the pizza, you and Enzo stayed with the rest trying to settle them down and avoid any trouble. You had both clutch’s on Esteban and Juani while Enzo had Blas and Agustin (Lain). Valentino had ended up going with Matias. The walk back after the guys came back with the pizza was the same as the walk towards it. Except this time Matias kept putting the pizza box above his head all because Juani wanted a piece.

“Me van a matar.” You sighed as you watched them sit down on the grass with pizza in the middle. You shivered as you felt the breeze of the night whistle on the back of your neck. It sent a wave of shivers through your whole body creating goosebumps.

“Toma, nena.” Enzo came up to you with his jacket in his hand. He noticed you struggling with the cold. This man was like your guardian angel.

“No, estoy bien. Gracias.” Your words made Enzo roll his eyes. He had a feeling you would say no.

“Dale, tenes frío. Toma.” He pressed, extending his hand out even more. This time you accepted and grabbed the jacket off his hand.

“Gracias. Ni cómo pagarte el favor.” A chuckle leaves your lips while a sigh of warmth follows, as you feel the warm heat cover your upper body.

Enzo smiled when he saw you with his jacket on. It had been a long time since the last time he ever did. He didn’t even realized he missed it. Though he did get an idea—

“Déjame que te invite a cenar.”

You looked at him with a smile as your hands rested on the inside of the pockets. You knew what he was trying to do.

“¿Me diste la chaqueta para poder preguntarme esto verdad?” A slight smile carved on your lips, and shortly one did on Enzo’s as well.

“Ya, me vas a decir que no funcionó.” He wanted you to say yes, and he knew it was not going to be easy. His eyes stayed on you as you shook your head still with your smile on. You were gonna answer when Juani called your name— you’ve got to be kidding me. Enzo thought.

“Dale T/N, vengan pa’ acá. ¿Qué hacen allá?” Juani hollered waving for the both of you. “Háganle que se acaba la pizza.”

You and Enzo walked towards the circle as they made space for the both of you. The boys had already eaten, and some still were. Others were on their second round, while you and Enzo barely started.

“Dale pero no seas puerco salame.” Matías pushed Juani’s head towards the side as he watched how the curly head stuck a whole slice of pizza in his mouth, almost choking.

These two were a mess.

After you finished your pizza you had a few sips of your beer and still tried to calm down anything the boys would be doing. For a moment you got on your phone to check the time and realized it was 1:30 a.m. Until from the corner of your eye, you caught a glance of Enzo sitting next to you.

“¿Entonces?” He darted. His hands rested on his knees that he somewhat was hugging.

“¿Entonces?” You repeated, but knowing what he meant. You wanted to see how long it would take for him to keep asking you.

He sighed with a shake of the head and a smile. “¿Me vas a dejar que te invite a cenar?”

Even though Enzo and you had been broken up for almost a year now, you somehow always felt like there was still a spark left inside your heart for him. Perhaps in the moment of your breakup, you felt like it was all gone. But maybe he was starting to dig deeper into your heart and he was beginning to pull the spark again. Though if he was going to ask you out again you were not going to make it easy for him. You were going to give him the same hard time you did as the first time he asked you.

“Mmm, no lo sé. ¿Será que puedes?” Your words made his eyes glow even more than the dimmed light from the street. His lips let out a chuckle.

“Has lo que quieras. Pero voy a robar tu corazón de nuevo, chiquita.” He smirked. His words with a more serious but yet playful tone.

Your lips pressed together trying not to smile. “Ya te quiero ver intentarlo.” He didn’t even know he was already starting to. But you also didn’t want to give him the privilege of knowing he still had a sort of effect on you.

“Te di mi campera. Eso debe de contar.” He motions towards his jacket that you are wearing, with a raise of eyebrows. You beamed down at it before you skimmed back at him and said—

“Oh, vas a tener que esforzarte más, Vogrincic.”

His eyes looked at you with the most sincere look his eyes could possibly give. You could get lost in them forever.

“Si me dejas-” His voice cut off as he heard a scream from one of the boys making him sigh before he tried again. “Si me dejas, te juro que esta vez no te suelto.”

Enzo was determined to do whatever he had to do to get you back. If he had to move the oceans for you, he was certain he would.

just for you.

And that was another reason for you to start giving him a second chance to win your heart again.

[blackmarket-playlists]

New punk versions by bands mostly under the radar - brand new playlist on Spotify.

Feat.:

• Artist: Smooth Brain (Tri-state pop punk) Song: good 4 u (2024) Original by: Olivia Rodrigo (2021)

• Artist: CHERYM (Derry, IE)  Song: Boss Bitch (2024) Original by: Doja Cat (2020)

• Artist: The Dollheads (Las Vegas, US) Song: 99 Red Balloons (2024) Original by: Nena (1983)

• Artist: Westwood (Chicago, US)  Song: It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) (2024) Original by: R.E.M. (1987)

• Artist: Dazzle Rebel (Nottingham, UK)  Song: Toast (2023) Original by: Streeband (with Paul Young) (1978)

• Artist: Westall 66 (Naarm/ Melbourne, Australia) Song: Your Woman (2023) Original by: White Town (1997)

• Artist: Lost Planet Airmen (Winnipeg, Cn) Song: Big Yellow Taxi (2023) Original by: Joni Mitchell (1970)

• Artist: SorryPark (South West, UK)  Song: Believe (2024) Original by: Cher (1998)

• Artist: Baxter (Mannheim, Germany)  Song: Hero (2024) Original by: Enrique Iglesias (2001)

• Artist: Left On Seen (Adelaide, Australia) Song: Kill Bill (2023) Original by: SZA (2022)

• Artist: Lobsterbomb (Berlin, Germany) Song: Dancing On My Own (2024) Original by: Robyn (2010)

• Artist: Chasing The Sunshine (Toronto, Cn)  Song: maybe (2023) Original by: Machine Gun Kelly feat. Bring Me The Horizon (2022)

Artist: Amuro Ray (Toronto, Cn) Song: My Happy Ending (2024) Original by: Avril Lavigne (2004)

plus fantastic versions of The Passenger, Daylight In Your Eyes, Everytime We Touch, Morning Glory, I Kissed a Girl, Wonderwall, Toxic, Unwritten.... and more.

Listen to all in the playlist now!

Suggestions welcome! (New releases (2023/ 2024) only and only emerging/ and or unsigned artists!)

[daebakinc]

Building Up an Appetite

Group: CNCO Pairing: Christopher x Reader Genre: Fluff, Romance Word Count: 1.7K Summary: What happens when you ignore a needy puppy who wants attention.

You were very aware of his hand resting on your inner thigh. You lay on the bed reading, your legs tented. Christopher had come in and stretched out by your feet. Up until now he was behaving. You felt him move his hand lower on your thigh and push at your shorts.

“Quit it,” you swatted at him.

Christopher giggled and took his phone out, seeming to leave you alone. A few minutes later his hand was back on your thigh.

You glared at him over the top of your book. He was pretending to be interested in his phone, but from the smirk on his face you knew he was intentionally being a little butt nugget.

“Move your hand or I’m going to smack you.”

He lifted his gaze to you. “Promise?” His smirk was bigger.

You kicked at him. “Go away and let me read.” You lifted your book again, which was your mistake.

He rested his palm right over your crotch.

You didn’t move the book but couldn’t exactly concentrate on the page either. “Christopher,” you growled in warning.

He giggled more, but his hand didn’t move at all.

His teeth lightly nipped at your inner thigh causing your book to fall from your hands and you to gasp. Your face flushed instantly and you could see him chuckling more as he licked at the spot. Your grabbed a pillow and threw it.

Christopher’s laughter filled the room as he rolled off the bed.

You tossed another pillow in his direction. “Stop being a little jerk! Go play your video games!” You picked up a stuffed animal from the bed and also threw it for good measure then scowled at him until he walked out of the room, still snickering.

You put your hands to your cheeks until you could feel the blood leave them. You glanced at the door to make sure he wasn’t lurking before picking up your book and trying to find the page you were on.

His giggling ruined any shot of surprising you and you saw him running toward you.

Christopher screamed and leapt onto the bed while you shrieked and hid under your book. Both of you were giggling now as he was tickling you without mercy. You tried hitting him with your book but he moved out of the way and it flew off the bed. He tickled at your hips and as you tried to grab at his hands he moved them up your sides. 

Your giggling was just as loud as his. You squirmed and attempted to get out of his grasp. Unfortunately for you, he had you pinned between his legs and knew all of your sensitive and ticklish spots. 

It was getting hard to breathe as you kept laughing and wrestling with his hands. In a quick moment of brilliance you pushed at his chest, which he wasn’t expecting. He lost balance and had to sit up to right himself.

“What do you want?” you whined at him, taking quick breaths. You held your hands out in front of you to block anymore attacks he might make.

He smiled at you, his chest moving just as fast while trying to regain the air in his lungs. His hands were out following the movement of your own. “I want you to love me.”

You scoffed at him, batting at one of his hands that was coming too close to your ticklish side. “I do love you. Now leave me be so I can read in peace.”

His smile grew. “Sí, but I want you to love me right now. Préstame atención.”

“You’re worse than a cat.”

“Eso es porque soy un cachorro,” he giggled again.

Before you could make another snide remark, he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head.

“Chris,” you cried in panic. You couldn’t handle it if he began tickling you again.

“Shhh.” He bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered for several seconds. They felt so soft.  He lifted slightly and whispered to you, “Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, feeling calmer after his first kiss.

He moved his lips over your right eyelid, kissing it the same length as he did your forehead. He then did the same to the left eyelid. This pattern followed to your right cheek, then left, chin, right side of your neck, throat, left side.

The warm spicy, woody scent of his cologne filled your nose. You felt your heart beating faster.

You didn’t mean to whimper, and you especially didn’t mean for him to hear it, but he did and chuckled once again. “You still want to read your book?” he teasingly bit his lip.

You opened your eyes and sent daggers in his direction. “I don’t like you.”

He laughed easily and shook his hair from his eyes. “I know, because you love me.” His lips were now on yours. They felt even smoother compared to when they pressed against your forehead. They rested there as they had in all the other places he kissed on your face. You caught more vanilla and amber radiating off his skin. He trusted you enough to let go of your hands.

You were already too invested in the kiss to push him away and instead wove your fingers in his umber locks.

He parted his lips, causing you to do the same. Your top lip was sucked into his mouth, and you pulled his bottom one into your own. Orange juice from breakfast lingered on him. His right hand tightened around the fabric of your shirt on your side as his left tangled in your hair. His tongue slid against your lips and you allowed it to enter the cavern of your mouth.

You moaned, taking in his taste and breath. More orange juice and even some syrup invaded your taste buds, along with what was naturally Christopher. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, moving in the same languid pace, grabbing his hair and smirking as you made him moan.

Christopher nipped at your bottom lip and tugged on it lightly to return the favor. He tasted you again, taking his time to memorize the curve of your lips with his own and feel the slow sway and rhythm of both your tongues, wet and silky. His hand pulling at your shirt let go and moved up to cup your breast, his other gripping your hair tighter.

You heard him giggle slightly as he elicited another moan from you. You moved your hands to push you from the bed. 

He followed your movement and allowed you to sit up and crawl into his lap. Chris moved his hands to under your shirt to rest on your lower back and to grip the hair on the back of your head. The warmth of being so close to him mixed with his heated musky, sweet aroma was intoxicating.

You clung onto his shoulder blades, pausing the kiss to look into his deep chocolate eyes. “You’re not fair,” you breathed. He really wasn’t. Especially looking down at you through his beautifully long lashes. It was hard to catch your breath, and at the same time you needed more of him.

His smile widened and then he kissed your nose. “If I was I’d be Joel.”

That caused you to smile in return. “If you were Joel, at least you’d be manly.”

“Ay!”

You quickly bit at his earlobe playfully before he could get too pouty. You nibbled on the soft, delicate flesh. “I’m just joking,” you purred into his ear. You moved to peck at his red, swollen lips. You slipped your tongue back into his mouth.

If he was in any way upset by the comment, his tongue certainly didn’t show it. Nor did his lips or hands.

You started becoming lightheaded from the kissing, almost dizzy. The wet sounds, silken touches, sweet taste. You broke away and took a deep breath.

Christopher continued though, trailing moist kisses under your chin and on your neck. When his lips were at the lower side of your collar, he pressed kisses in the same spot. The area felt so hot, each kiss stoking the flame of your desire.

You knew what would come next, but still gasped when he sucked on your skin. Your hands moved back to his hair from his shoulders, stirring the fragrance of his shampoo. 

The bruise would be big from how hard he inhaled. You didn’t care, gripping his sleek locks tighter. You were happy to be marked as his and groaned when you felt his teeth. Your chest lifted into him as he caused your back to arch.

Finally, he let up and looked back at you with a self-satisfied smile. He licked his already glossy lips and eyed yours once more. Before he could move to kiss you again, your stomach grumbled loudly and you both looked down at it. His playful smirk was back and you grinned sheepishly at him. He looked over at the clock by the nightstand. “I guess it’s been a while since breakfast. What are you hungry for, nena?”

You bit your lip, still a little shy from how loud the growl was. “Left overs from last night would be good.”

Christopher leaned forward, giving you several chaste kisses, then started to get up from the bed.

“Wait, can you grab my book please?”

He glanced at you, pretending to glare, but his smile gave him away. “You’re gonna make me fight off the book again?”

“You can lay on my chest while I read after we eat?”

His mocha eyes looked into yours for a while, debating if this was an idea that appeased him. “Fine, but I make no promises to keep my hands to myself.”

“When do you ever?”

He left the bed and bent over to pick up the discarded book, giving you the perfect opportunity to smack his ass. “Ay!” he cried again.

“I did say I would.”

His mischievous smile was back, and you knew instantly he most definitely would not be keeping his hands to himself after lunch. He gently placed the book next to you and sweetly smooched you again. “Tienes suerte que te quiero.”

“Oh please, as if you don’t also love your butt being touched.”

He giggled, pressed one more kiss to your lips and left to fix lunch for the two of you.

~Admin V

[weasleydream]

dreams are my reality - part 3

it’s finally here! This part is what happened during that fateful night and only that. Also i messed with the timeline but nothing too bad. 

This may be a bit violent, mention of death and blood.

As usual, feel free to like, comment, reblog and enjoy!

Masterlist

~ i’ll see how the real thing can be and it’s not pretty ~

The muggle village - August 1983

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have left us, just that a good friend wouldn’t have cleared out just because McGonagall was walking in the same corridor.”

“Sirius, would you shut up?” I hissed, ready to break his neck if he added one word that wasn’t a yes. 

“Of course I’ll shut up, as soon as you admit that quitting on us was a bad thing to do.”

I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling goofily, seemingly unaware of the fact that we were walking in an empty alley just because we were looking for a dangerous death eater. 

“First of all, you could have run away too if your arse wasn’t glued to the floor. And McGonagall wasn’t just walking in the same corridor, she was coming for us! And Sirius, we were in first year and James and you had dragged me there against my will. Remember?”

And it was true; the memory of Sirius claiming I would be the coolest girl of the school was still fresh in my mind, and with the terror brought by the sound of McGonagall’s steps, I knew it would stay engraved in my brain for a very long time. 

“Dragged you?” Sirius made a clicking noise with his tongue. “I’m not even sure one of us grabbed your hand.”

“Oh, not only my hand you idiot, my bag and my wand too!”

“And? You’re clearly not traumatized so-”

Sirius’ voice had died in his throat as soon as the explosion had echoed, yet my blood froze in my veins at the thought that maybe he had gotten us spotted. With the discretion of a cat with soft paws, he crossed the short distance that was separating us and placed himself ahead of me. A glance in my direction - Are you ready? - and a firm nod later, we were running silently toward the place of the village, hoping with all our heart that no one was hurt. 

Obviously, the death eater had already left the crime scene. Sirius and I were the last of our group to get there. Remus and James were turning all around the place like caged lions, probably looking for any clue of where the responsible had disappeared. Lily and Peter were struggling in front of the burning church, trying to get the fire to stop and to get the survivors out of this hell. A woman ran into me and my arms wrapped instinctively around her; hers were trembling and her covered in soot hands were slipping on my skin. She was mumbling incoherent sentences in which I didn’t understand anything, and I was sure she was speaking another language. However, her frantic gestures toward the fire lighted something in me, an urge to get in the furnace without even knowing why. I looked up a second to see Lily fussing over a wounded man and Sirius and Peter still trying to control the fire. No one could help me with the poor woman. 

She cried out something, a word I didn’t understand. 

“Nena! Nena!” 

“I don’t know what it means!” I screamed, cursing myself for not being able to understand a single word. 

She pointed the finger at her belly, at her heart and finally at the fire. Slowly - way too slowly - I understood what it meant. A baby was in there. I nodded frantically and the woman fell on her knees. I didn’t have the time to check on her; instead, I went to Sirius and tried to get him to help me. He was totally freaking out, and his panic only increased when he realized what I was telling him. 

“With me!” he yelled, and we joined forces to try and extinguish the fire once and for all. 

Finally, the last flames died, the last proof of its presence being the ashes flying in the air. The woman rushed between the smoldering ruins and I was ready to follow her, but Sirius grabbed my wrist. A split second later, a terrible cry echoed, and Sirius shook his head. 

At the very same moment, something exploded a few streets away. 

“James!” 

It was Lily, and she lost no time in running toward the root cause of the noise. We followed her and found a half fallen house in front of James and Remus, the both of them looking infuriated. 

“The bastard!” 

Through gritted teeth, Remus told us how they were sure someone had led them there before making the batiment explode and James added the death eater - because it was obviously him - had been careful to stay well hidden. 

“So that means we’re running blindly behind him?” asked Peter, his voice still hoarse from the smoke of the fire. 

“Running blindly and doing whatever he wants us to.” I added darkly. 

Even James and Sirius knew it had been a bad idea to accept this mission, now. Both of them had their eyes wild and were glancing frequently at each other. 

“So? What do we do now that he’s disappeared and we don’t know where to look?” muttered Lily before hiding her face in James’ neck, probably having a bout of nausea after everything we had already gone through. To be honest, I was still feeling sick thinking about that poor woman and her baby. 

I was observing a stone on the ground and wishing it could tell us what we needed to know when Peter stiffened. 

“Guys,” he whispered. “Act natural, but I think we didn’t have all the information.”

“What makes you think that?” 

If Remus was sarcastic and obviously didn’t understand where Peter was going with this, something caught my eyes and the realization hit me. 

“An animagus?” I questioned quietly, and Peter nodded. 

I almost missed the black feathers, but I still caught the bird flying from a rooftop to another. Then the bird dropped to the floor, and it happened so fast that none of us had sketched a movement when it turned into a massive black silhouette half hidden in the shadows. 

“You could have gotten out of here alive if you had just ignored me.” The voice was raspy, the tone aggressive. “Too bad you didn’t.”

This last affirmation sounded like a signal; as soon as the sound of his voice had died, the death eater drew his wand and we did the same, Sirius and Remus taking a step forward. I hadn’t seen his face, yet I was picturing myself the man with a crooked rictus and with the eyes so dark that you knew just by looking at him that his soul was rotten to the core. For some unknown reason, he didn’t attack; instead, I was feeling the weight of his eyes on us. I could imagine him looking at Sirius and Remus first because they were just in front of him, measuring the trembling of their arms - not caused by fear but by fury, which he probably was aware of; then his eyes passing from them to James and Lily, just close enough for him to guess the nature of their relationship, to Peter with his wand as high as ours and finally to me. Did he know I was looking intensely in his direction? That we were all looking right at him, our muscles tensed to make sure we would react quickly enough when the attack would come? 

If he did, he didn’t care the least. It was with something that could be qualified as nonchalance that he muttered the first spell. The green light illuminated for a second his face, and his eyes were fixed on us. The curse almost hit James, and that’s when the riposte began. 

The first counterattack spell came from Remus and missed the death eater by a hair. At the same time, Sirius rushed to the enemy, followed closely by James. Lily helped Remus to get up; he had dived to the floor to dodge a curse. Peter and I were making a detour to reach the death eater’s back, counting on James and Sirius to occupy him enough. It seemed like a mess, yet it was a manoeuvre well established because of years of service in the Order. It had always worked, more or less depending on the case, but it had never failed us. Never until then, at least.

I realized things were going to get even more dangerous when the man turned his gaze to me, plunging his eyes in mine and with his lips slowly twisting in a sickening rictus whereas he was being assaulted by James. A move of the wrist had sent James flying a few meters away, hitting Sirius and bringing him to the ground in the process. He lifted his hand, and as the terror was invading me, the only thing my brain was capable of was wondering if the movement was really as slow as it seemed to be. I drew my wand but like in dreams, it felt like something was stopping my arm. A glare was burning in his eyes, it was so intense that I felt it in the depths of my body. If the thought that he was doing some wandless and wordless magic on me crossed my mind, I found myself unable to express it. 

His wand was now pointed on me, his eyes fixing me to the ground and his power keeping me defenseless. Second by second, I saw his lips moving, forming a word I didn’t recognize, his arm got more stiff, his rictus wider. And behind my back, second by second, Sirius was getting closer to me. 

The collision caught me by surprise, not so much because it was unexpected but because of the violence of it. Sirius’ shoulder hit my lower back which sent my hips forward, and my head followed one second late. Our bodies hit the hard ground, and the scream of the death eater covered our grunts of pain. He didn’t give us a moment to recover and I heard his steps before I saw him taking great strides. Sirius was already getting up, his wand firmly held high to protect the both of us, but he didn’t need it to counter the first attack. The arm of the death eater was trembling with what I thought was rage, and he missed Sirius. Instead of its initial target, the curse flew to me and scratched my skin just underneath my neck. The shock stopped me dead in my tracks. A few centimeters higher and it was over for me; the realization erased everything else in my mind, even the painful burning sensation where my blood was now flowing. 

This time, the death eater didn’t mutter the curse. He yelled it, angrier than before, and the sound of his voice masked the noise provoked by Remus, who I saw approaching in his back. A green halo surrounded the death eater and disappeared in a heartbeat, barely illuminating the scene enough for the lifeless body of our enemy to be seen falling. However, I saw perfectly well his last curse making his way straight to Sirius’ torso. 

Sirius’ facial expressions changed from relief to shock and then to pain, to agony. His hands reached to his shirt, and when he removed them, they appeared red, bloody. His fall began with the buckling of his knees. They hit the floor, and his body, drained of all its strength, tilted forward. His arms had gone limp and his face crashed to the ground. 

It had all happened in less than a second. 

I was unable to move.

Somewhere at my right, several grunts escaped Peter’s mouth as Lily and James were helping him. I didn’t process his bloody leg, nor did I realize Lily was using only her right hand. Remus was already at Sirius’ side, and it’s only when he looked up to me with wet eyes that something clicked. 

“Sirius!”

To be continued...

[ironwoman18]

Double Dates part 2

Chapter 2: The Ratatouille Challenge

Luke retuned home after came back from a case. He was tired and just wanted to sleep.

When he opened the door, there was Penelope cooking in his kitchen. Sergio on his couch and Roxie looking at Penelope from her bed.

"H...hey Penelope" he said walking in. She has a pink pajamas on.

She turned visibly surprised "Luke? I thought you could come tomorrow?"

"We found a good lead to catch the unsub early and we decided to come today. Why are you here?" He lifted his eyebrow and he put his gun in his save box.

"Well, there's a broken pipe in my apartment, and here was the only place I can go so..."

"Oh..." Said Luke and walked to her, he leaned in and kissed her softly "it's ok you can stay here as long as you want" he smiled and she smiled back.

"I'm making dinner. Veggie tacos" she smiled big showing him the pan with some vegetables.

"That looks great" he kissed her head and walked to his bedroom to change. He put on a short and a tank top then walked back to the kitchen "you can sleep in my bed, I will go to the couch"

"Oh... No I don't want to bother you" she said worry.

"I could never let you sleep in a couch so don't you dare to start an argument, am I clear?" She nodded "good let's eat" she grabbed a tortilla and filled it with vegetables and poured some sause and handed it to Luke then she made some more tacos and both walked to eat it and talked while do it.

"So what do you and Max planned for Reid and me?" He smirked at her.

She got excited "well we found a restaurant that hosted cook-offs, where couples feud cooking dishes, the judges picked two food dishes and the couples has to cook the one they gave them"

"Oh my... I just know how to make pasta with cheese. I suck cooking nena"

"Fear not chéri. I will do it" she smiled and kissed his cheek. He laughed.

"Ok I will trust you" he stood up and held the dishes and glasses then went to wash them.

Meanwhile Penelope looked at him from the table. She never dated someone like Luke. He was so different from any other boyfriend she had. Shane was an idiot and he was more into be better than her, not into make her happy; Kevin was so sweet and she shared so much with him, but he was so insecure and not very athletic; and then Sam... Sam was not proactive or with crazy ideas, he was so sweet and kind but she needed someone different.

Luke is athletic, like Morgan; he was sweet and kind, she loved the little cat he gave her after a case; he was proactive and protective, the dates he planned were so perfect, she melted with every detail he planned.

And according to Phil or Lisa he was not like this, he was not sweet or caring, but with her he was different, and so was her with him.

At first she was mean because she missed her chocolate thunder but then he won a place in her heart and she was mean as a secret flirting way.

"Penelope?... Earth calling Penelope..." She shakes her head and looked at him "are you alright?"

"Oh yeah newbie I'm alright" she said playfully the nickname she gave him. He rolled his eyes but smiled.

"She will keep calling me newbie, Roxie" he laughed.

"Did someone ever tell you that you act like Kristoff talking to her?"

Luke laughed as he finished to wash the dishes "I will go get my pillow and blanket" he smiled at her and walked in his room returning with both things "goodnight nena" he said putting them on the couch.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be uncomfortable in your own apartment"

"Penelope, I'm perfectly fine with this, I won't let you sleep here" he looked at her patting the couch.

"I was thinking... That bed is big enough for both of us" she bit her lip "if you don't mind sharing" he smirked, looked down and back at her.

"If you don't mind, I don't mind" he stood up and both slept in the same bed. She did not want to rush things. It will happen sooner or later. She was not like that but Luke was different and so was she.

The next day was Saturday and it was their double date. So they practice cooking together. She taught him some things and he was a quick study so he learned it.

The date was at eleven so at one they could eat.

When they arrived, Max and Spencer were already there. Spencer looked at them and waved.

"There's lot of people here"

"Yeah it's a popular date place and it's a fun way to interact" said Penelope looking at them.

"Yeah it does. Max and I had been practicing this morning" said Spencer looking at his girlfriend.

"Spencer is pretty good" she said without reveling how much "how about a friendly competition?"

"Oh my God... yes!" Said Penelope.

"Wait what?" Luke was shocked.

"I trust you newbie" he raised his eyebrow "it will be fun. Beside I never saw or heard of Spencer cooking so I'm sure we will be fine"

Max smirked "so we have a deal?"

"Yeah but first... The winner will pick the next double date" said Penelope "because I want this to happen again. I love you too. You are like a Disney couple, because Derek and Savannah are Barbie and Ken so you are... Um... Cinderella and her prince"

They laughed "ok I would like it" said Spencer "I some ideas if we win. Since phantasmagoria will be next week"

"Oh yeah you mentioned it. It was tempting so let see if the good doctor win" he laughed and nodded.

They waited some more until it was time to walk in the restaurant.

The place was big, full of long tables, stoves, knifes and other things to cook. There was a man with a chef jacked on "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The W Pier. A restaurant school where the students of the chef school come to have experience with a true kitchen" he said "I'm Chef Martinez. Today we will cook some Hispanic food. And then we will eat them. Each couple will have a spot with the ingredients and the recipe, and of course everything you will need to cook. Pots, pans, knifes, spoons, forks... Everything" everyone nodded "now we will have a twist...." He smirked and all of them got nervous "the dynamic of today it's called 'Ratatouille' Challenge" which means that one of the couple will cook and the other will read and say the instructions. Like Remy and Linguini" Some people were afraid, mostly men "the Remy will be the women and the Linguini will be the men"

Luke looked at Penelope "did you know that?"

"I knew about they used dynamics but they never mentioned this"

"Well apparently it's something new" they looked at Spencer and Max and Luke said "can we cancel the bet?"

"No" said Max "are you chicken out?"

"NO" said Penelope "we can do it, I thrust you" she held his cheeks.

"Thank you but I don't trust in me" he sighed. She kissed him then she pulled away "umm ok that gave me hope and trust in myself" he laughed.

"Ok let's see. We labeled the tables with the last name of the couples. Most of you are boyfriend- girlfriend so we had to write both names. Please come here and look for your place" every couple walked there. Spencer and Max were next to Luke and Penelope "Ok the dishes you will be cooking today are from Hispanic countries"

Spencer and Max had to cook the Bandeja Paisa, a Colombian dish and Luke and Penelope had to cook Pastel de choclo.

"What the heck is a choclo?" Said Penelope reading the title of their dish.

"Ok people. One more rule. The girls will said the instructions one by one but in the moment you need help boys, you can raise your hand and one of our assistances will start the timer. She can be 5 minutes, that's all. No more time so you have to pick the right moment"

Luke looked at the ingredients and rubs his beard "Jesus..."

"Ok let's beginning... Now!" The men started to look the ingredients and their girlfriends to read the instructions.

"Ok Luke according to the translator choclo is corn. It's a Chilean dish and looks nice" she said.

"Ohk sounds good. Let's make this"

Meanwhile Spencer and Max started to cook "the Bandeja paisa is from Colombia. And it's a big meal" said Spencer.

"Good to now sweetheart but concentrate in the cooking because the red beans and the pork have to go in the pressure cooker" he nodded and did as she said.

Luke and Penelope were cooking the ground meat with some peppers and onions.

The two couples were working nicely but the others were a mess. Some men did not like to work blindly or there were arguments because they made the food different from what they had been telling.

Thankfully for Max and Penelope, their couples worked good under pressure and followed instructions.

Luke got lost once or twice during the cooking but managed to get thru. Spencer's memory helped him listened to Max's next instruction while working and remember what to do next.

At the end Luke requested Penelope's help to finished the dish while Spencer did not need the extra help but requested so she could some arepas, a circular corn bread from Colombia and Venezuela.

They finished and the chef congratulated them and invited them to take a seat, order wine and eat what they cooked.

Spencer, Max, Luke and Penelope sat down together and ordered a bottle with four cups.

"I never worked this hard in a kitchen" said Luke cutting some of his dish.

"I like to cook but I never make something like this" added Spencer.

They laughed "so Spencer let's try this" said Penelope getting some red beans and an arepa "oh my God... It's delicious" she smiled eating more.

After that they made jokes and ate the food. Then they were agree to order some dessert.

They ate some arroz con leche, since it's the Latin American night.

When they were about to leave Penelope said "we never figured who won the bet"

"I think Luke and I did a good job both and we both won. I'm normally super competitive but today I think it's a tie"

"I'm agree with Spence" added Max "but maybe next time we can pick the next one?" Max bit her lip.

Penelope nodded "yeah... This idea was fun but I think our next double date should be calmer" they laughs and nodded.

Then both couple leave. Luke and Penelope walked to his car and he said "Chica..." She looked at him "can I pick want we will do and with who?"

"Of course you can" she said smiling, this is something she liked about him "what do you have in mind?"

"Ok the next couple should be Matt and Kristy" he smiled "the activity it's a surprise" she laughed and nodded.

"Fair enough" she said "let's see what Mr Newbie have in mind"

OOooOOooOO

So... What do you think? Was it fun? I hope you enjoyed it and I already have the idea for this date.

The next chapter will be one of the cutest couple in the show.

[gellavonhamster]

Tagged by @jennathearcher (thank you!)

Rules: list 13 songs that you’re currently vibing with  

Mafiosa - Lartiste ft. Caroliina

Equally Lost - Tove Lo ft. Doja Cat

Irgendwie Irgendwo Irgendwann - NENA

Piededzini Mann - Singapūras Satīns ft. Horens Stalbe

Коломийка - Руслана

Really don’t like u - Tove Lo ft. Kylie Minogue

Pamet mani - Aminata

betty - Taylor Swift

Silence - Marshmello ft. Khalid

Bloody Valentine - Machine Gun Kelly

exile - Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver

4 besos - Lola Indigo, Rauw Alejandro, Lalo Ebratt

this mashup of Rain on Me by Lady Gaga ft. Ariana Grande + We Found Love by Rihanna + a bunch of other songs

I’m tagging @patron-saints, @balkan-ballad, @alaskandawn and whoever else who wants to do the thing =)

[anninhiliation]

The Encounter

A/N: This is my submission for the iconic @cnc-oh-boi​ ‘s AU contest congratulations on the 500 queen and to many more! Sorry this took so long kdksfhskjfhdsk I also feel like I just wrote an episode of Supernatural jkhjhkjh (Zabdiel would be moose and Richard would be squirrel sdfjjshjkfs if this was a whole  ass Supernatural spinoff) 

Also; if you guys don't follow Riley TF you doing fam?

Masterlist               Spirit World Masterlist 

“Richuki mira aca” I heard a voice shout as the conservatory window creaked open and a pair of footsteps thudded onto the ground knocking a ceramic pot to the ground

“It seems we have visitors” Mr. Roswelled croaked as he balanced with his two hands on the brass of his cane and slowly lowered himself down on his red leather armchair

“It's been a long time since someone stopped by” I joked as I shut my book closed and filed it back in the bookshelf

“I got the bees-knees just checked out the noise and there’s a hoty-toty in here” Miriam gossiped strutting into the Library swaying her hips side to side 

“Is it just one person?” I questioned as we heard the conservatory’s door open and more footsteps enter

“Does that answer your question?” she cocked her eyebrow taking a drag out of her cigarette holder as a familiar sound of a chain dragging itself into the library approached

“M- miss L/N, I- I beg your pardon b- but there’s a mess of boys out exploring and y- you should check the kitchen y- you won’t believe it,” Curtis stuttered as he fidgeted with the chain around his neck

“Curtis its been seventy-one years that I’ve been telling you to call me Y/N” I stated matter of factly “what’s in the kitchen anyways?” I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows.

“I r- reckon y- you ch- check for y- yourself miss” Curtis responded as he lowered his head eyes fixed on the rusty old metal links

“Will do Curt” I responded as I walked away

Walking down the hall I noticed it was a total of five guys, counting the one in the kitchen. A tall blonde stood in the conservatory admiring the stars. Another one with dark curly hair, a paperboy hat and a complexion that was close to Roberts walked towards the library. 

“My my well isn’t this a sheik” I heard Miriam gawk 

I found two in the parlor looking through the cabinets as Eugene and Eleanor kept an eye on them. 

“Chris mira” one giggled as he found Earls monocle and top hat

“Earls not going to like this” Eugene shook his head as he got up and walked into the music room

I continued to walk and stood in the doorway of the kitchen with pure shock as my jaw dropped. Seventy-one painstaking years of roaming the halls in between the four large walls I never thought I would see what stood before my eyes. It was him, it was the love of my life, Robert. But he was...different. His once short black hair was longer, shaved at the sides and dyed a crimson red. Tattoos covered his body, ears pierced and he had a nose ring. His clothing was all wrong too but this was Robert standing in the kitchen. I could sense that that was Robert’s soul. He opened the cabinets, then fridge like Robert used to do when he would come home from work making me smile at the old memories. 

"Yo that's wack" he muttered to himself as the rotting stench of the fridge pierced his senses 

I admired him until I noticed something in my peripheral vision making my eyes widen. I spotted Sam in the dumbwaiter, watching Robert attentively. After the incident, Earl was rarely spotted but kept Sam close making the young boy his little puppet. I walked past Robert, locking eyes with Sam as fear pulsated through me.

“Wheres Earl?” I hissed at the boy 

“Master doesn’t like me speaking to you guys” Sam stated as his gaze was locked on Robert

“You can’t tell Earl people are in the house. You understand that right?” I questioned

Sam simply nodded his head no as he tried to turn on the dumbwaiter. I grabbed his hand and forcefully pulled him out dragging him back to the library. 

“My my well isn’t this a night of surprises?” Miriam cheered as her eyes glued to the frightened boy “What’s it been? Ten years? No- must be about fifteen? Who knows.”

“It’s Robert he’s back- Earl, he’s going to try to hurt him we have to keep Earl away from him” I stammered to Miriam and Mr. Rosewelled 

“Dear, I’m afraid it’s a little late for that. The brute spotted one of the visitors-” Constance sighed as she entered the room

“I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!” I screamed shoving Sam towards Mr. Roswelled and ran around the mansion looking for Earl.

“Don’t interrupt me, dear!” Constance hissed as she followed me from close behind “it’s not the young man who looks like Robert it’s a different boy.” 

I stopped dead in my tracks and faced Constance “but Robert came in with these people so we have to protect them too”

“Oh my lord” She gasped hovering her palm over her mouth 

“What?” My eyes widened as I shot my head around the hallway 

“You’ve lost your mind. I thought I would be the first to go or Curtis since we are the oldest. But it’s you, all this Robert talk. I've seen both the real Robert and this redhead you call Robert. They both just look a lot alike...Please tell me you know that.” Constance placed her hands on my shoulders as we heard a loud thud and a man scream “Joel” making both our heads shot up the stairs 

“We have to go, Earls going to kill them” I grabbed Constance’s hand and dragged her towards the commotion up the stairs 

In the upstairs hallway, Earl had his hands around a guy’s throat, holding him up against the wall. The boy with the dark curls’ face was turning red, as he struggled to try to fight back the invisible force. His two friends looked like they were in bad shape, probably from Earl as they could only manage to lay on the ground and scream “Joel”. Anger fueled my body, as I appeared in the physical world and screamed on the top of my lungs at Earl. All eyes were on me as Constance looked at me with pure shock and the living souls screamed in terror at me. Earl looked at me filled with wrath and let the boy go vanishing through the wall, as Norma appeared for her residual haunting. 

“You’ve done it now dear” Constance sighed 

“Don’t mind her, she’s been doing the same thing for years now,” I told the three boys as I watched Normal do her routine of sprinting up the stairs holding her long dress high enough to show her ankles with a frightened expression, muttering incoherent words. She tripped halfway down the hall, turning around while still on the ground screaming as she lifted her arm as if she was trying to protect herself. Norma faded into the thin air letting me focus back on the boys

“Ay Dios mio...you're...dead…” The curly boy spoke as he did the sign of the cross

“And you’re in my house” I retorted

“Ay nena you’re not going to possess us...are you?” The skinny boy with long brown hair asked 

“I have a name you know. It's Y/N and no I don’t possess people...but you guys need to get out of here.” I warned as I inspected their injuries

“Yea...about that…” The dark curly-haired boy nervously spoke

“What?” I questioned 

“The windows and doors are locked” The skinny one with long brown hair admitted

“Great Earl’s playing cat and mouse with these poor boys” Constance interrupted as she nervously paced around us

“Well his games over” I declared 

The three boys looked at me as if I had three heads making me realize Constance had still not shown herself in the physical world. 

“Constance, you want to show yourself?” I glared at her

“Fine” she whined as she crossed over to the physical world

“How many of you are there?” The green-eyed boy questioned

“Doesn't matter” Constance snapped “follow me I know a way out”

“Wait we have two other friends downstairs”  The curly-haired one argued

The five of us rushed downstairs as the boys shouted “Richard” and “Zabdiel” finding Zabdiel in the library deep into a book and Richard in the music room playing with the instruments.  

I couldn't help but stare at Richard memorized by how much he acted and looked like Robert. He must have caught me staring because he shot me a look of confusion. 

“You look like someone I used to know” I explained to him as Constance paced around thinking of a way to get everyone out

I grabbed my shriveled up copy of A Streetcar Named Desire and flipped it to the middle where I hid a picture of Robert, Leroy, and I. Grabbing the photograph I showed Richard, pointing at Robert.

“This was Robert...my husband…this was Leroy our- my baby” I smiled remembering the day we took the picture. 

It was the first day of spring, Leroy was just four months at the time and Robert was just promoted in the factory, life was looking up for my family.  Richard stared at the photograph memorized, not even noticing his friend walk up to him. 

“Ay papa mira son iguales" Richard's friend gasped

“I got it!” Constance interrupted making all eyes land on her “just follow me, the walls have ears you know, but terrible eyesight” 

She walked up to the third floor and into what used to be her bedroom. 

“You know this house was built for me” She explained as she opened the doors to the walk-in closet “and when I died in here I couldn't help but take some secrets with me” 

Constance knelt down by a soggy old cardboard box and moved it to the side. She grabbed the corner of the moldy carpet and pulled it across the small room creating a triangle. Grabbing the edge of one of the wooden planks Constance lifted it up exposing a hidden crawl space. 

“It's a tight squeeze but it will get you out” she smiled

“Sure about that?” Echoed through the dark hole 

“Shit” I uttered as I threw the wooden planks back onto the ground “we need another way”

We ran down the hall, only to stop like a deer in the headlights as Sam stood at the edge of the stairs. Unexpectedly, Eugene appeared from across the hall and charged at Sam with full force. Both of them fell down the stairs, as Eugene grabbed Sam refusing to let him go. Eugene’s big build broke the stairs’ railing sending them both to the first floor. We heard Earl yell at Eugene making us run back into Constance’s room.

“Yo we cant leave you with that guy here” Richard argued

“That’s sweet dear, but I've been dealing with him since I was alive. Once the living is off the property I’m sure he will go back into hiding” Constance smiled as she uncovered the crawl space 

“Eleanor dear” Constance called out into the crawl space 

Slowly the little seven-year-old girl popped her head up from the crawl space. Her light blue eyes looked up at Constance as she rested her arms on the wooden floor. 

“Dear do you mind guiding the living safely out? Y/N and I are going to distract Sam and Earl as you guide them out...the closest way out is by the patio.” Constance winked 

Eleanor nodded her head as she moved away, allowing the boys to crawl in. They all looked at each other and backed away making me furrow my eyebrows. 

“What are you doing? Eugene cant distract them forever you know! It’s now or never! Go!” I hissed pushing them closer to the hole.

“Sorry shawty we can’t leave you guys here with that guy,” Richard remarked

Constance rolled her eyebrows, “Li-” she went to respond as Miriam appeared in the physical realm 

“Its always the macho men” Miriam laughed “Use ladies can take care of the big bad man” she purred as she stood in front of Erick lightly trailing her finger around his chest 

“But if you guys are scared I can guide you in the tight little space” Miriam flirted as she blew smoke into Chris 

Joel was the first move past the guys and step close to the crawl space. 

“I’ll get a priest to bless the house tomorrow if you can please bring me his things so we can get those blessed too,” Joel ordered before stepping into the crawl space.

Zabdiel was the next to step in, “I didn’t even want to come here in the first place dios mio” he muttered before disappearing into the darkness.

Erick looked at Chris who looked over at Richard. 

“We should go, como quieres pelear una fantasma?” Chris sighed as he placed his hand on Richard’s shoulder

“We gotta do something man” Richard groaned

“No offense pero nos podemos ir?” Erick asked as he tried to usher both of his friends into the crawl space 

Stomping came up the stairs and down the hall making all three quickly rush into the crawl space with the help of Miriam shoving them in. Earl busted down the closet door right after we fixed the carpet. 

“Where are they?” He fumed 

“Let me show you” Miriam purred as she slowly approached him “I cant take you to them real fast” 

He pulled out an engagement ring and flashed it in front of her. Her head slightly turned back, facing us with distraught. 

“M-my ring...Earl baby you wouldn’t” Miriam fake laughed trying to cover her fear

“Don’t test me or you’ll burn” He growled 

The two walked away, as I looked over to Constance who shared the same expression of worry as me. 

“We have to help her” I distressed as I went to leave the room

Constance grabbed my hand and stopped me. 

“There’s nothing we can do. If she does the right thing, she will accept her fate, if she makes the wrong choice we might have a new group of people with us” Constance acknowledged 

“Cant we distract Earl?” I pleaded 

“Dear, if we upset him further he’s going to send us to the flames” Constance stated matter of factly 

“Constance you’re not helping!” I snapped

“Dear, this is not your problem! Those boys should have known of the dark history of this property...yet they still choose to enter” Constance defended 

Constance was right but I didn’t want to admit, I was furious storming out of the room and acting on impulse. I marched down the stairs and into Earl’s office grabbing an old box of matches and everything flammable into the fireplace. The fire roared heating the room and illuminating the once dark and gloomy office. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Roswelled questioned as I threw a stack of books into the fire

“Earl needs a taste of his own medicine he needs to burn” I explained as the fire burned through the pages 

“You’re only going to upset him further...his item is kept close to him” Mr. Roswelled spoke as he watched me throw anything I could get my hands on to throw it in

“Well he can ta-” I went to answer as Earl barged into the room with a crying Miriam 

“I’m sorry” she continuously choked out between the tears 

My eyes widened as Earl pulled out my heart-shaped locket and walked towards the fire. 

“You wouldn’t” I argued

“Watch me” He snapped as he held the chain over the hungry flames 

Glass shattered as a rock went through Earl and smashing a lamp. Earl looked up, confused as another rock came flying through the shattered window, taking more glass down. Earl pulled the chain away from the fire as he walked towards the window distracted by the commotion. I took the opportunity to grab my locket and bolt towards the door. I ran out the front door to be met with the same five people who entered. Erick and Chris were both distracted throwing rocks into the only room with light. 

“Richard!” I shouted as Earl trailed close behind me “you guys have to go” 

“But look who came out shawty” Richard shouted back as I heard Earl scream 

His spirit lit up the night sky, as I looked up towards the office window and saw Mr. Roswelled standing near the broken glass watching. 

“You took your item so I took his” He shouted

I looked back at Richard and jumped into his arms. 

“Thank you” I whispered and kissed his cheek 

“Richuki vamos!” Erick shouted as the four others crawled through a hole in the chainlink fence

“No problem shawty” He smiled before turning away and never looking back

[zwritestuff]

Tag thingy

(sorry mom for using your data for this ;P)

Tagged by my lovelies @soulfulwinter @blackhaus <3

Name: Zyanya

Nickname: Zyan, Baby Z, Zyanny (both courtesy of Frey) and Nena (courtesy of my granny)

Zodiac sign: Gemini and Scorpio rising (can't remember rn the others)

Nationality: Argentinian babye 🇦🇷

Languages spoken: Spanish, English and a wee bit of Brazilian Portuguese

What time is it: as i'm tipying this, 21:07!

Celebrity crush: Asa Butterfield since I was, like, 14-ish, Jason Momoa, Natti Natasha... Yeah, those are my main ones

Favorite fictional character(s): All four March sisters, the entire Derry Girls cast, the OG CSI cast... Many lol

Favorite musician: it's been Sam Smith for a while, then Marina came along and now I'm really into Natti Natasha.

Favorite sports team: just because I practice kick boxing doesn't mean I know any international fighters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite season: autumn because it's my birthday season!

Favorite flower: tulips! Red ones especially :))

Favorite scent: petricor :))

Favorite animal(s): pandas, parrots, seals and otters! :D

Favorite food: oof, my granny's empanadas and arrollado, probably

Dream car: my dad's Renault 12 :))

Dream trip: slams fist in table VENECIA!!!

Instruments: ... :)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: neither - mate cocido ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

Dog or cat person: yes.

Following: no idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ will update once I post this

Followers: as of now, 1009!! :D (i haven't celebrated the follower milestone because when I started the whole discourse about representation I lost 10 followers in one night :)) so I guess I don't wanna jinx it)

Other blogs: my main @siddless and I used to run a Victoria's Secret blog but got tired of leading a double life :P

Blog established: around november of 2017 I think? (Do I qualify as a veteran? Lol)

Do you have a tumblr crush: what are you a cop?

Do you get asks: sometimes I do, sometimes I don't - sometimes my inbox is as dry as a dessert and sometimes it floods with prompts, clownery, love, hate; depends on the day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What are you wearing right now: sweatpants, a t-shirt and a light jacket

Drink(s) of choice: alcoholic? Tequila, Ron and Vodka straight from the bottle, Fernet and rarely beer. Non-alcoholic? Mirinda manzana, probably

Number of blankets you sleep with: right now two, though one is the heavy one and the other is lighter

Average sleep hours: I force myself to sleep eight hours, so that

Random fact: I have claustrofobia, tripophobia (pls tag pics that can be triggering, thank you ♥️) and a general fear of heights. Safe to say, I'm a pretty coward person :P

I tag @freykitten because of course I do, and some people I'd like to know better (if that's okay with y'all ♥️) @rpdrshippinggoals @imposterzoe 😙

[howthefuckwasthatusernametaken]

It's Baxter Time

My other cat Baxter is a punk. His name is Baxter Chungus mr.fluffers Baker. Yes in that order.

I'm not sure how old he is or what kind of cat he is either. But he's somewhere around the age of 6.

I got him from my Dad's ex. When she was moving and couldn't take him with her. She knew I loved cats and recently lost my previous one. Her name was Nena and she was an indoor outdoor cat, she was out during forth of July and I think she got scared and ran too far. Being such a kind and beautiful cat we think someone just took her.

Anyway, so I was the first that Baxter trusted and I did that in a day. He was so soft and he purred so loud. He's a sweetheart.

He sleeps a lot and eats all the time. He's a big cat but I don't think he's fat. Idk. He's lost weight for sure tho.

In the mornings he wakes me up by purring really loud, kneading my arms chest and even my face, and if that doesn't work he will literally lay on my face so I can't breathe. He annoys me into waking up and feeding him. Like dude you ate just last night relax.

He's a really chill cat but Aki keeps him active. I'm glad they have each other to keep company. She's good for him. They get into the craziest play fights. It's so fun to watch. My little brother likes Baxter a lot and Baxter tends to like my Dad and My Brother more I think. But that's just because I'm a little mean to him sometimes (in the mornings because of how he wakes me up). I know he still really likes me tho. It might just be in my head but I'm sure I'm not his favorite. Unlike Aki.

He is my large lazy son.

[minnie-marvel]

Operation Juliet (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 1

You’ve been head over heels for Peter Parker for almost a year hiding your feelings behind love letters that you never thought would reach him. When your best friend slips one into your locker, you give up on hiding your letters from Peter and begin to slip them into his locker on a daily basis. Peter is through with not knowing who you are so he and Ned finally decide to engage in a proper investigation to figure out your identity!

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1,702

A/N: This was requested by the lovely Nena aka @sunflowerannawrites SHE JUST WROTE ME THE MOST HILARIOUSLY WONDERFUL FIC IVE EVER READ!!! Please read her fic “Buster” and all her other works!!! I love her so much!!!

also, I learned how to add gifs to my fics aren't you guys proud of me

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Your heart was aflutter as you tried to casually look across the hall from your locker. Your eyes landed on a confused Peter Parker, who had only just realized a small pink note had fallen to his feet. You felt your skin grow hot and your fingers tremble at your sides. He picked up the note delicately in his hands and scanned it over before suddenly looking up and around himself wildly, pink flushing across his cheeks.  You tried to fight a smile as you turned your body and held your books close to your chest, walking the other way. At the beginning of the school year, you could never have dreamed of slipping a love note into your crush’s locker, but now it seemed you had suddenly gotten a new sense of courage. You thought that it suited you.

You had fallen for Peter when you had first started at Midtown. It wasn’t something dramatic like out of a movie or anything. You actually had met on the train on the way to your first day at Midtown. When you walked onto the bus and bent down to tie your shoelaces, you heard a loud stuttered spilling noise and winced. Perfect, your first day of school and you were already making a complete and utter fool of yourself. You sighed and bent down to pick up your things when you saw someone else’s hand touch your textbook, helping you pick it up. Your eyes lifted to his face and you felt yourself forget everything that you had been doing for the past five seconds.

“Need help?” You blushed. You thought his voice sounded just as his actions were: incredibly sweet and unappreciated.

“T-thank you so much!!” You stammered nervously as you picked the rest of your things off the dirty floor of the train. “Great way to start the new school year am I right??” You laughed taking the books from his hands and sliding them into your bag.

“You’re starting your first day too? Where are you going?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Midtown tech,” you answered. His smile only brightened in his realization. “Same here! Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other,” He stretched his hand out for you to take. “I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” You took his hand shaking it gently. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N, It’s nice to meet you, Peter,” You let go of him and held onto the trains pole so you didn’t fall as it pulled off to school. 

The conversation was all small talk but you felt yourself developing small innocent feelings for him. When you had gotten to school you bid each other farewell and went your separate ways.  Since then, you didn’t have the pleasure of being close to him as you may have wanted. You may have said hi once in a while as you passed one another in the hall, and waved at one another if you were in the same class. 

Of course, that just wasn’t good enough for you.

You saw him practically everywhere, and as much as your heart wanted to drag you over to him and talk his ear off your brain held you back. Peter was a grade above you, older than you, he probably didn’t want some kid following him around like a lost puppy. He must have seen you as someone he just kept tabs on to make sure you weren’t going to embarrass him by association. However, this year was different. You were older now, still a year behind him but at least you weren’t baby-faced! Still, you felt your heart quiver every time you tried to take a step towards him if he stood in the hall.

Don’t do it! Your brain would shout. We aren’t ready for the rejection you might face if you approach him. You felt your heart ache slightly when you’d see him laugh at some dumb joke from far away with Ned. You wished he would smile at you like that. 

That’s when you decided to write your Juliet letters.

They were never meant to be sent at first, they were only a way to just flush your feelings out of your system so you could give your poor heart a proper break. 

But of course, you had to tell your dumb friend.

“What the hell Y/N?! You have letters and you’re not going to give them to him???” your friend Eve said staring at you as if you were literally the most stupid person she had met in her life.

“Of course not!!! D-do you know what would happen if he were to get his hands on these???” You asked holding up a small neatly folded pink piece of paper. Eve stared at it for a moment before yanking it out of your hand and speeding down the hall.

“EVE!!!” You screamed trying to race down the hall. She cut the corner incredibly fast in what seemed like split seconds. Curse you for of course, making friends with someone who ran for the school’s track team. You turned the corner and felt your heart sink six feet below. 

She was staring at you mischievously. You shook your head quickly in a weak attempt to stop her. She was like a cat pushing a glass cup on the table.

“Eve I swear to-” 

The letter was dropped into the slits of Peter’s locker and she turned away wiggling her fingers in a wave. “You’ll thank me later Y/N I love you bye!!” You sang before breaking out in a dash down the hall.

Your face nearly turned red in embarrassment and anger. “I HATE YOU!!!!” You screamed loudly before realizing people were staring at you causing your face to practically light on fire. You ducked into the nearest bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Is it too late to transfer schools again…” You muttered to yourself. --- Peter let his hands open the letter delicately in the middle of study hall. He had wanted to read it for a while now but his studies had prevented him from going back to the small note until now. His eyes scanned the letter and his heart began to do summersaults with every sentence he read. 

   Dear Peter Parker,

   If I were to pick a flower for each and every time that I thought of you, I’m sure by now I would have robbed each and every rose from the ground in which they stand. I’ve sighed so much over your warm eyes that I find myself shocked that I still even have air in my lungs to carry another breath.      I wish I could talk to you… I really do. But I’m scared. I know that you have better things to focus on than me. But I can’t help myself anymore. If I keep these feelings inside of me another day I think I might explode.    My knight in shining armor, there’s not a day where I don’t remember what you’ve done for me. To you, it might not have felt like anything, but for me it meant the world to have someone be so kind to me when we had only just met.    If you are as adoring and lovely as Romeo would that make me your Juliet?  I’d hope not, I don’t think I’d be a very good Juliet at all. I’d fight the world in order to earn a place at your side.    What am I saying? Here I am professing my undying feelings for you in a cowardly letter. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to speak to you outside of these pink papered walls. I hope that I can. Till then, I’ll continue to spill my feelings all over these pages like the idiot that I am.

Signed, Your cowardly, idiot Juliet

Ned nudged Peter who’s face was the same shade as the paper that he held in his jittering hands. “Dude, what is that?” He asked leaning over to read the letter. His eyes widened slowly and he blinked looking back up at Peter. “Dude….” Peter looked back at him. “Ned we need to find this girl.” He said suddenly. He looked down at your words again his eyes rereading every perfectly curved cursive letter and word. His heart was trembling. “Like. As soon as possible Ned I’m not even joking.” he finished whispering. He handed him the letter before looking around the room feverishly. It could have been any one of these girls in his study hall. He put his face in his hands to hide his growing blush. How in the world was he going to find you?

That was about a month ago.

Peter had just gotten the fifth letter stuffed in his locker again and internally swooned. Ned peeked over his shoulder.

“Oh? Has Juliet written you another letter?” He mocked in a baby voice. “Shut up Ned!” Peter punched him in the shoulder. “She’s amazing…” He finished dreamily, sliding the note in his backpack. It was a tradition now to read them once the school day was over with so he could properly freak out in peace.

“Peter, you don’t even know who she is,” Ned said skeptically. “She could be an old lady or some douche trying to pull a prank on you or-”

“She’s real Ned,” Peter said with confidence leaning against his locker now. “I’ve got spidey sense. I know she’s real,” he muttered under his breath.

“What? Bro, that’s not how it even works!!” Ned rolled his eyes starting to walk into class.

“We have to figure this out Ned I’m not joking!!! Its been a month, and we still haven’t figured it out!” Peter called catching up to him. “We have to treat this like a literal investigation… If I don’t find out who this girl is I….I might actually die.” Peter stopped mid-step and held his chest. “I’m serious Ned I don’t think I could read another letter not knowing who she is without dying.”

Ned sighed turning and patting his friend on his back. “I guess we’ll just have to start investigating.” He shrugged finally showing his support.

“Peter, it’s time to start ‘Operation Juliet’.”

Part 2

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[fullnanasun]

85 Questions!

I was tagged by @kikitsaaa

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

Last…?

1. Drink ~ Water

2. Phone call ~ My teacher from cram school(frontistirio)

3. Text message ~my friend nena

4. Song you listened to ~ Shine - pentagon

5. Time you cried ~ not even a week ago

Ever…?

6. Dated someone twice ~ never dated anyone, only if fictional characters and celebrities count then yes

7. Kissed someone and regret it ~ I have never kissed anyone 

8. Being cheated on ~ nop

9. Lost someone special ~ well, kina yes

10. Been depressed ~ i don’t have depression but there is a constant bad/sad mood

  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up ~ thrown up no, gotten tipsy yes

12. Favorite color ~ it really depends lol, but i like black a lot, also anything with galaxy pattern

13. Favorite color ~ ^^

14. Favorite color ~ ^^

In the last year have you…?

15. Made new friends ~ yeah

16. Fallen out of love ~ never been in love

17. Laughed until you cried ~ who hasn’t?

18. Found out someone was talking about you ~ dont really remember

19. Met someone who changed you ~ I tend to find comfort in fandoms so lately kpop has changed me, and they are many people, but havent met them lol

20. Found out who your friends are ~ I could say yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friend list ~ Refer to question 7

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl~ Ithink i know them all, but not on a personal level

23. Do you have any pets ~ nope

24. Do you want to change your name ~ i like mine, so no

25. What did you do for your last birthday ~ friends over at my house to eat and drink

26. What time did you wake up today ~ 7:45

27. What were you doing at midnight last night ~ reading fan fiction

28. What is something you can’t wait for ~ leave this country

29. Last time you saw your mother ~ She just passsed out of my room

30. What are you listening to right now ~ boom boom - seventeen

31. Have you ever talked to a Tom ~ thomas, yes, tom, no

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves ~ my parernts, school ya know typical teen

33. Most visited website ~ Tumblr

34. Hair color ~ light brown

35. Long or short hair ~ Long

36. Do you have a crush on someone ~ maybe? not sure

37. What do you like about yourself ~ my personality

38. Want any piercings ~ Yes

39. Blood type ~ I have no clue

40. Nicknames ~ Sia, Tall

41. Relationship status ~ Single

42. Zodiac ~ Aquarious

43. Pronouns ~ She/her

44. Fave TV shows ~ TerraNova

45. Tattoos ~ No, but i guess i want

46. Right or left handed ~ right

47. Ever had surgery ~ Nope

48. Piercings ~ Yes on my ears

49. Sport ~ i used to go to tennis

50. Vacation ~ i wan to go to sweeden, holland, korea and japan for sure, i love their aesthetics

51. Trainers ~ pink with white and a little purple

Most general

52. Eating ~ just ate

53. Drinking ~ need to

54. I’m about to watch ~ why not: the dancer

55. Waiting for ~ happiness

56. Want ~ to sleep for the rest of my life

57. Get married ~ not really

58. Career ~ Designer/engineer

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses ~ both

60. Lips or eyes ~ both

61. Shorter or taller ~ i’m already too tall so i dont really care anymo9re, i just want to get shorter

62. Older or younger ~ dont care, personality matters

63. Nice arm’s or stomach ~ dont know

64. Hookup or relationship ~ both, but right now i dont need a relationship

65. Troublemaker or hesitant ~ troublemaker, i want someone to bring some excitment in my life

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger ~ Nopee

67. Drank hard liquor ~ Yes... also do it once in a while

68. Lost glasses ~ nope

69. Turned someone down ~ no

70. Sex on first day ~ why not?

71. Broken someone’s heart ~ I hope not

72. Had you heart broken ~ yes

73. Been arrested ~ Nope

74. Cried when someone died ~ Yes

75. Fallen for a friend ~ nope

Do you believe in…?

76. Do you believe in yourself ~ complicated

77. Miracles ~ kinda??

78. Love at first sight ~ Yes

79. Santa Claus ~ not now,

80. Kiss on a first date ~ totally

81. Angels ~ Yeah,

Other

82. Best friends name ~ nena, ioanna,athanasia, hermione, sofia

83. Eye color ~ green

84. Favorite movie ~ the breakfast club

85. Favorite actor ~ logan lerman

I’m tagging : @bbyjaems @dreamsaboutnct @catie-cat-cosplay @rachel-sky-walker and whoever wants to do it

[desvel4da]

Q&A

The meaning behind my url: I’m always sleepy

A picture of me: look at my tagged_me

How many tattoos i have and what they are: 3. 2 on my arm of a hand holding a rose & a seashell w a pearl in it

Last time i cried and why: probably driving in my car, heard sum sad music playing that made me emotional. I be crying in my car like none of the drivers can see me lol

Piercings i have: ears

Favorite band: this is too hard to answer. I can probably tell u a favorite band of a certain genre or decade but this too broad

Biggest turn offs: ppl that think they’re above others / try to belittle others

Top 5 (insert subject): top 5 favorite colors: red, purple, black, yellow, pink

Tattoos i want: wayyyy too many to list here

Biggest turn ons: talents, being taken care of, someone being their real self uninhibitted, someone letting me be my real self uninhibitted in front of them

Age: 23

Ideas of a perfect date: we look at art together at a museum... we both dressed to the nines & we look hot as fuck. we go eat some bomb ass food overlooking the seaside ...dope flowing conversation... & go for a walk on the shore as we share a blunt in the warm sunset....Then we go for a drink and dance the night away to some funky ass music. 

Life goal:  to be happy and fulfilled with myself & make a difference for others 

Piercings i want: maybe more ear piercings

Relationship status: single

Favorite movie: once again... too broad of a question. I need genres lol

A fact about my life: its like a movie i swear lol

Phobia:  Trypophobia. shit creeps me out

Middle name: wasn’t given one

Height: 5″7

Are you a virgin? No

What’s your shoe size? 8.5 or 9 depending on the shoe style/ brand

What’s your sexual orientation? straight

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? yea

Someone you miss: my cat Nena

What’s one thing you regret? wasting my time w certain people

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: monica bellucci or naomi campbell

Favorite ice cream? peanutbutter chocolate or red velvet

One insecurity: my laugh. its loud 

What my last text message says: HAHAHA

Have you ever taken a picture naked? yes

Have you ever painted your room? yes

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever slept naked? yes

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? who hasn’t

Have you ever had a crush? many

Have you ever been dumped? lmao yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? does uber count?

Have you ever been in a fist fight? once in hi skool & 2 weeks ago lol

Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes

Have you ever been arrested? yes.....

Have you ever made out with a stranger? no.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? lol

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? i’ve ran away twice b4

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? one of them

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yes

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever seen someone die? no

Have you ever been on a plane? yes

Have you ever kissed a picture? yes

Have you ever slept in until 3? yes

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? hell yea

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? not in a while

Have you ever made a snow angel? “     “

Have you ever played dress up? yea

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? yes

Have you ever been lonely? at times

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? work no. school yesss lol

Have you ever been to a club? yes

Have you ever felt an earthquake? ive felt the aftershocks of an earthquake & it was trippy

Have you ever touched a snake? many. human ones too haha

Have you ever ran a red light? yes

Have you ever been suspended from school? hahaha yes. for the aforementioned fist fight

Have you ever had detention? yes

Have you ever been in a car accident? yes

Have you ever hated the way you look? this is a read lmaooo

Have you ever witnessed a crime? every day b

Have you ever pole danced? i ain’t THAT talented

Have you ever been lost? currently

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? well i live in the middle of the country....so the opposite would b under? which yes i have

Have you ever felt like dying? ha... next question

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? yes 

Have you ever sang karaoke? no i dont hav the range honey

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? never say never 

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yes... hahaha it was when i was lil i was w my cousin and right after i took a sip of sprite she made me laugh and that shit came out my nostrils lmao... thatshithurtedtho LMAO

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? slept with on a bed? yes but no sex involved

Have you ever kissed in the rain? yea bitch im a romantic

Have you ever sang in the shower? yes

Have you ever made out in a park? yes i love nature

Have you ever dream that you married someone? don’t recall

Have you ever glued your hand to something? jus happened to me this weekend i glued my hand to an artificial flower on accident 

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? i ain’t corny lik that

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? hmmmmmm ima hav to say no for that one

Have you ever been a cheerleader? yeah when i was in kindergarten. i didn’t like how they always say “Ready? Okay.” before every cheer tho and i got fed up and quit lmaooooo

Have you ever sat on a roof top? yes

Have you ever brush your teeth? yes

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? no

Have you ever played chicken? whats that

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no but ive jumped into a lake with all my clothes on

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? lol yea

Have you ever broken a bone? no 

Have you ever been easily amused? naw

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? those r the besssst

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? hahaha yes

Have you ever cheated on a test? ya

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? yes

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? for sure

Give us one thing about you that no one knows.  I love writing and am looking for a penpal.

hope that gave u the insight u were looking for.... if not,my asks are open u know :)

[livingintheinkworld-blog]

Tagged by @anassarhenisch. Thank youuuuu! :)

What’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum?

Ohmygoodness there are a lot. Africa by Toto, 99 Red Balloons by Nena, No Culture by Mother Mother, Gang of Rhythm by Walk Off the Earth, Flightless Bird American Mouth by Iron & Wine... also pretty much anything with gorgeous harmonies.

What’s your favorite flower/tree/plant?

I don’t actually have a favourite for these

Favorite colors?

Teal, blue, green

What do you always doodle?

Yin and yang symbols

How do you take your coffee/tea?

Relatively weak tea with milk and honey!

Favorite candle scent?

My mom used to have these brownie scented candles that were absolutely AMAZING

What’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone?

Oh man, I cannot dance at all lol I usually just move my hips a lot and it’s embarrassing

Favorite quote?

I dunno if it’s my favourite but I always use this quotation from Inkheart: “Books have to be heavy because the whole world’s inside them.” 

Favorite self-care routine(s)?

Bubble bath, tea, then either reading, or painting my nails while I watch TV

Fuzzy socks or house slippers?

Fuzzy socks, 100%

What color are your eyes?

Blue/grey

What’s your favorite eye color on others?

Don’t have one

Favorite season? Why?

Fall because of the beautiful colours, the crisp cool weather, and Halloween! Summer is a close second though because I love the sun, the warmth, and summer roadtrips

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

Nose! 

What does your happy place look like?

A little house by the beach, lots of windows with sun shining through them, a library with a window seat, a cat curled up in my lap, and my boyfriend and I reading together :) 

Favorite breed of dog?

I don’t have a favourite haha I’m so bad at picking favourites

Do you ever want to be married? If so, what colors would you pick for your wedding theme?

Yes! I would pick light colours - white or cream, and pastel blues/greens/pinks

Cursive or print?

Print

Favorite weather?

Either warm and sunny with a nice breeze, or thunderstorms late at night!

I’m tagging these lovely people (only if you want to): @absintheandbooks, @abookishpatronus, @lost-in-books94, @dozyreader, @justamessyreader, @slytherin-bookworm-guy, @petrareads, @inkinpages, and @asexualbookbird :)

[deehollowaywrites]

12 days of girlfriends

@ignitesthestars said something very nice (which I needed to hear because honestly: not having a great day), so below the cut she and you all can find some OG horse girlfriends from the Patreon’s December rewards, since I oddly enough don’t have anything Valentine-themed.

1

The camera jogs up and down with Adair’s stride. She grins into her phone, tilts the screen now and then to show me the sidewalk piled with snow and the line of bare trees outside the Carnegie building. She could walk all over Lexington with me and it wouldn’t be enough. Her breath forms a cloud, lips just parted. In the dark of her neighborhood street she’s all bright eyes, smiling teeth. Starry white flakes land on her hair, and I blink, hard. She looks like home.

2

“What are you wearing?” Felix coos. “My weather app said it was like barely twenty degrees last night.”

I have to laugh at that. “You’re the one in Miami, babe, you should be telling me all about your utter lack of coverage.”

“Yeah, but that turtleneck you have. The blue one.” She sounds hungry, an edge in her voice that warms my skin even over the phone. “God, you’re such a sweater girl.”

I smooth my hands down my pullover, twitching it off one shoulder to let the lacy strap of my bra peek out. “A picture’s worth a thousand words. Hang on.”

3

Can’t believe you discovered ARTISANAL HOT CHOCOLATE FLIGHTS you hipster fucks, I comment on Phil’s newest Instagram post. It’s such a familiar photo it almost hurts--three faces and mine missing, Adair and Phil with Eddy in between them, beaming over their drinks. They’ve even got on ugly sweaters, Eddy’s featuring a cat wearing a Santa hat and Phil’s Chanukah-themed, Adair’s red plaid and spiked with gold pyramid studs.

Eddy’s response appears almost instantly: los celos son feos, nena and then Adair’s: I’ll take you when you get back--bring a flask to spike things ;)

That’s a good plan, I suppose. I sure could wish I were there right now, ready and willing to lick whipped cream off Adair’s lips.

4

“The guys made me take them Christmas shopping for their girlfriends,” Felix says, and stands up from her desk. The sweater she’s wearing, a chunky crochet in forest-green, looks demure from the front--and then she turns to show off the back, a deep V tied with a bow. The tails of the bow flop against her waist as she bends, just enough to let me see she’s wearing the sweater and her panties and that’s about it. A smirk appears over her shoulder. “Want to unwrap this present?”

5

There’s a bright red envelope in the mail slot at my sublet, like an exclamation point in the middle of takeout menus and Scientology pamphlets. The lipstick print on the card inside just about matches, centered below Adair’s neat handwriting in glittery gold ink. The message pricks at my eyes. She always knows exactly how much to say. I don’t press my own lips to the paper, but it’s a close call.

6

Leave it to Felix to find an off-brand Snapchat clone featuring X-rated filters. I stare at the photo she’s sent, her skin Miami-tan and her hair warm in the filter’s reddish tint, cartoonish sprigs of holly the only thing between her nipples and my hungry gaze. There’s no accompanying text, but then there doesn’t need to be; the shot is enough to keep me warm tonight, no extra quilt and no commentary required.

7

We’d agreed to send a few little things in the mail, and do big presents when I get home to Lexington. I go to Sephora, figuring I can pick up some new lipstick for Adair, but even the idea of stocking stuffers is distracting. All it makes me think of is her legs in tights, or better yet her legs in thigh-high socks...maybe her legs in both and not much else, maybe snowflake-print tights or socks with little velvet bows on the backs--

I leave Sephora in a hurry, empty-handed.

8

I text Felix a picture of the Christmas tree in our front window on the night we watch Love Actually and finish decorating, half of it decked out in Kelly’s kitsch extravaganza--glass pickle ornaments and Bettie Boop dressed as Mrs. Claus and the Christmas Story house--and half of it my offerings of white lights, silver balls, and rustic wooden stars. It’s my first Christmas with Felix and it kills me a little that we didn’t do this together, the tree and the hanging of the stockings, the shopping where you try to hide what you’re buying the other person, the first snowfall.

Her reply is succinct and pure Felix: nice tree but I’d rather climb you #4days

9

“I’m watching it right now,” I tell Eddy as he launches into another fawning overview of the video currently circulating Facebook. When it loads, I find out he hasn’t been exaggerating: there’s a whole choir of robed ladies belting, but Adair’s voice is easy to pick out. She’s in the back row, taller than nearly everyone else, but her smile hits me like I’m in the room. I don’t even recognize the hymn they’re singing--something about Judea’s plain--and I don’t care. She could be singing in Farsi and it’d still be the best thing I ever heard.

“Wow,” I say at last. “I think I just got religion.”

10

I take about fifteen selfies before my cat gets bored and retreats into the kitchen to paw at his bowl. None of them look right--none of them capture what I’m trying to convey: I miss her, I love her, I can’t wait to drive to the airport tomorrow at almost 11PM to pick her up, I’m still the hottest thing she’s ever seen even though she’s been riding Gulfstream’s December meeting with reams of Miami supermodels within easy hollering distance.

I pat my cheeks and adjust the hem of my sweater and try again, turning so that the lights of the tree reflect on my face. When I look at the picture I realize the most noticeable sparkle isn’t the candles on our living room windowsill or the sequins on my sweater’s collar, but the tears in my eyes.

11

“I’m in Charlotte,” Felix says, voice muffled. It’s not just the background noise, droning lectures on the airport intercom and people’s half-caught conversations; she sounds like she’s chewing. “Flight’s delayed, but I think that’s on Lexington’s end.”

“Lots of snow to welcome you home,” I say, and try to ignore my nerves over her plane trying to land in icy Blue Grass, flying through the snowstorm currently hovering on the Tennessee/Kentucky border. “What are you eating? Sounds delicious.”

“Those gingerbread jockeys you sent.” She swallows. “Thanks for decorating the one in Three Creeks icing, I think me eating it made Marty lose on Wednesday.” A giggle, nearly lost in the blare of a kid crying somewhere near her. “So what else you got in your cookie jar?”

12

“Remind me how many doorways are in your apartment,” I murmur, my lips at the base of Adair’s throat. We’re standing in her front hall, have been for at least five minutes, a little cluster of mistletoe and red ribbon and golden bells glinting above her head. She’s warm despite the temperature outside, the skin of her waist smooth where my fingers edge up her sweater.

“Front door, kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms,” she says, and lifts me up. Her arms curl beneath me, brace my back against the wall. “There’s mistletoe in every single one, and one undisclosed location I encourage you to discover.”

Her dedication to the holiday aesthetic is truly inspiring.