#012.

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Quincy Isaacs | Cyte-09

[songbirdlucy]

w. @dexthelloyd at. Dexter's Apartment when. a few weeks later

Sua subita tristeza tinha passado. Fosse pela presença constante de Dexter ou só porque o tempo isolada tinha cumprido seu papel e era hora dela se reerguer novamente e também recuperar o tempo perdido. Por isso, tinha seguido para o apartamento de Dexter naquela tarde, usando pela segunda vez a chave que ele tinha lhe dado. Ainda lhe parecia um conceito estranho, ter a chave da casa de alguém, mas ainda sim, se levasse em consideração que mais da metade de suas coisas já se encontravam no apartamento dele há um tempo, também era quase como se fosse a casa dele ou algo assim, ela evitava pensar muito seriamente sobre o assunto. Não sabia se ele estaria por lá ou muito menos se teria tempo livre. Lucille ás vezes sentia que ocupava muito o tempo de Dexter, e se perguntava se isso o incomodava de alguma maneira, mas ele parecia nunca reclamar de ter que passar momentos ao lado dela, então, ela só assumia que se fosse uma questão ele diria alguma coisa, ou talvez ela devesse se lembrar de pergunta-lo. Abriu a porta do apartamento, olhando em volta em busca do namorado. " Dexter? " chamou fechando a porta atrás de si. " Alguma chance de você não estar super ocupado? "

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ENCOUNTER JOURNAL: 012. Strawberry Jam

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Workhorse Industries Part 12

[firstladyofslytherin]

the first trial → 012.

where → quidditch pitch. when → the following week after 011, Friday afternoon. warnings → n/a.

santana: 

She could hear the roar of the crowd outside of the tent, it was unrelenting, all  consuming and a little nauseating. Santana sat with her elbows resting on her knees, breathing deeply and fiddling with the ties of the new gloves she was wearing. A set of brand new black and green robes appeared in her bedroom that morning, the Hogwarts crest sewn directly over where her heart was. She hated waiting and hated being told to wait even more. Her name was plucked last from the goblet of fire, so it made sense that she would go last. The final competitor.

Her mother was milling around the area, commanding reporters and photographers to do her bidding, barely even glancing in her daughters direction. It both hurt and amused the teenager. Hurt because she wanted her mother to be proud of her, wanted her to acknowledge the life changing opportunity that she’d been given. Amused because for the first time in her life, Santana had the upper hand. She had something that magic, nor her family could take away.

She had broken Z quicker than she anticipated and whilst he didn’t exactly tell her everything she wanted to know, he gave her several clues. She was going to be retrieving a clue for her next task and she would potentially have to fight something... big. She’d shared the information with her two fellow champions, to their surprise. But she was a Lopez, she would compete with honour and if they could decipher anything more out of the cryptic information, it would only help them.

“Miss Lopez,” Professor Longbottom called out, as he pulled the fabric to the side and made his way inside of the tent. It was a surprise to see the head of Gryffindor stroll through the tent and she wondered if Professor Zabini had sent him. She hadn’t seen Z in a few hours, she assumed that he was doing damage control with her Mother. “Hi Professor,” she smiled up at the teacher, who looked unusually tense as he stood with her. 

“Santana, I want to speak with you before you go out there. They’ve made this safer, yes but it’s still not entirely safe. This game is dangerous, more than you understand and I need to know you’re going to take it seriously.” She nodded at him, face blank as she mulled over his words. “I am taking it seriously, Sir,” she assured him, forcing a small smile on her face. He looked like he wanted to say more but steeled his features and nodded once before he returned as quickly as he’d came. Her entire body rippled with goosebumps and she wanted nothing more than to have Mike here, to quell her fears. Tell her that she was amazing and could do this. 

If she wasn’t worried before, she certainly was now. 

There wasn’t too much time to consider what he’d said before their attention was commandeered by Hermione Granger’s voice booming out through a loudspeaker. Santana listened to the Minister of Magic speak about the competition, feeling her chest swell with pride. “Our first champion for Durmstrang Institute, Marcus Grimaldi!” The voice echoed and Marcus stood up and winked at the two girls, “ladies,” he commented dryly before he threw open the curtain of the tent and exited, to the sound of applause. Now she just had to wait for her turn.

[unfortunatescn]

@rowanfisher

Andy felt awful for having slept with someone else, even if they were divorced. The word was merely a technicality -- He’d made that clear to here again and again, yet here he was. Sleeping with Felicity was nothing short of a mistake, a drug fueled decision that came from the sight of a petite blonde standing in front his glazed eyes. He had no idea how to make any of this better, but admittedly -- He was more concerned about what Rowan would do in response. It wasn’t going to be pretty, he knew that much. Rowan had never done well with jealous, and admittedly -- Neither did he. Andy could recall the times she’d poured drinks on other women, or torched cars of Siren’s who hung on too long. The act typically led to sex against the nearest surface, and while his mind naturally went to that idea -- The guilt of having hurt her was far too prominent. He didn’t know how to make this up to her, after everything that’s happened; Add in a bruised Ryder, and all of the promises he made her while laying together in bed, and he’d made far too many complications.

In an attempt to distract himself from the guilt eating at him, Andy found himself on the couch, with a beer in hand and some bullshit reality show playing in the background. It was a good enough distraction, until the doorbell rang and pulled him from the half awake daze he’d fallen into. It’s enough to jolt him awake, an immediate concern washing over him -- He wasn’t expecting anyone, and given recent events, he had a feeling he wouldn’t like the sight he’s about to find on the other side of the door. On instinct, his hand goes for the baseball bat behind the front door, keeping it hidden as he answers the door, only to find Rowan, and a mixture of a smell of gasoline and smoke coming with her. “Oh,” comes out first, his hand letting go of the bat with a thud, tossing it back to it’s original place. His eyes never leave her, unsure of what to say. “Hey.” He eventually settles with, able to piece together what she’d spent her evening doing. 

[seojvns]

for @ofdisastcrs. ♡

it was getting ridiculous, the amount of times he’d seen tiffany around campus combined with the fact that he still couldn’t think of a way to approach her without seeming like a complete weirdo. wanting to get to know someone better wasn’t weird, was it? now that he’d already begun approaching her, he had to keep telling himself that. otherwise he’d turn around, retreat back to his dorm, and pretend like the whole thing never happened. “hi,” he said, laughing nervously before running a hand through his hair. “i know you,” and as soon as he said it he shook his head, immediately wanting to clarify, “i mean, i’ve seen you before. like, dancing? you’re... really good,” he said, everything falling apart just about as much as he would’ve expected. “i just, uh, wanted to tell you that, i guess,” he said with a sheepish shrug, feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment. 

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¿Qué horas son, mi corazón?

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hiding in the dark; the huntress waits