#misspelled word is meant to be “crinkled”

[offkilterkeys]

I made this a while ago and it was my first ever panel edit but it looks so crincjled idk what happened to him :(

[l13]

bitter

dunno what brought this on but reader has good taste;P also let's pretend that lyla is team reader x miguel for plot reasons

word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, MDNI, f!reader, ex!miguel, aged up bf!hobie<3, miguel has some v descriptive sexual thoughts about you (p in v sex, f!receiving oral), swearing, jealousy, ANGSTTT

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any misspells, errors or grammatically incorrect sentences.

Miguel often thinks about how he ended up giving in to his desires and starting a situationship with you, how he regrets it when he can tell how you've fallen for him. How your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, looking at him like he hung the moon. He regrets it because that's how he looks at you as well.

Why’d you have to ask him on that stupid date?

“That’d be unprofessional.” is what Miguel had said in reply. Because it was the truth. You were only fucking, nothing more.

You’d scoffed, “Oh come on, Miguel, we’re not office workers. Surely we can go out together?”

“What, fucking me ain’t enough for you?”

You'd huffed, your expression dull, shaking your head in disbelief, “No, actually, it isn’t. I genuinely like you, is that so bad?”

Miguel had ignored the flip his stomach did at your confession “You know why we can’t, now drop it.”

“No, I want you to tell me why.”

“It’s not in the canon” He cringes every time he remembers what he’d said, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was right. He was, but fuck, how he wanted to be wrong. He so desperately wanted it to be him that you were meant to fall in love with, him you were meant to build a life together.

“Fuck the canon.” had been your reply, before you turned to walk away and he'd made no move to follow you.

He'd failed to ignore Lyla when she'd whistled, “That was painful even for me,”

“Jesus- can you not?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, can't interrupt your brooding time. I'm just saying. You prevented the woman of your dreams from falling in love with you, because she's meant to fall for someone else? But that's stupid- Your heart literally jumps when you see her-”

“Lyla I swear to God, if you don't stop talking-”

And now, as he stands in front of your house months later, waiting for you to answer the door, Miguel found himself to be annoyed. Annoyed that he hadn't gotten your mission report on time, and had to come and fetch it for himself.

Some sick, twisted part of his brain wanted you to have forgotten it on purpose, and ignored his calls in order for him to come over, maybe reconcile- fuck your brains out till you're begging him to take you back, even if it meant putting your feelings aside.

“She better be home,” Miguel hisses to himself, his hand massaging his temples, and he doesn't even flinch when Lyla shows up out of nowhere “Oh, she is. The thermal scan picks her up, see? Wait who’s-”

Miguel was thankful for the interruption, but what he saw when you opened the door was not at all what he expected, or was even prepared for.

You were practically naked, an oversized t-shirt covering your body, stopping just under your ass and- Jesus Christ were those thigh highs? Yes they were, pretty ones, too. They were sheer white tights, that ended just in the middle of your plush thighs, the material hugging your legs beautifully, the very top of them decorated with a lace material, giving them a sexy twist.

God, he'd get on his knees right here and now if you just asked-Miguel licked his lips and cleared his throat, quickly averting his gaze, praying that he doesn't appear flustered.

“Miguel! Are you okay? Is something wrong? Hey Lyla-” you seem out of breath as you talk, clearly not bothered by your lack of clothing in front of him. Lyla offers you a bright hello and wave, one you softly smile at.

No, he's not fucking okay.

“I'm great.” he hisses, but really he was trying to convince himself of it. You study him for a bit longer before humming, not believing him for a moment.

“I need the report from the mission that you were sent to do yesterday. The one you forgot to send me.” Miguel inhales sharply and stands taller, trying to hide the fact that your presence damages his brain functionality severely, by trying to look more intimidating.

Memories of last night flash in your mind suddenly, being pressed against your bookshelf, the furniture rattling loudly, books almost toppling to the floor, but you didn’t have the heart in you to care. Not when he was grinding up at you, hand under your thigh to keep you upright as you moaned against his mouth crossing your legs around his waist and bringing him closer, the sound of your watch beeping pulling you out of your trance, “Fuck, wait. T-the reports-”

He undid your watch expertly with one hand, and you gasped trying to snatch it from his grasp, but he held it up above your head, placing it on top of your bookshelf carelessly, before grabbing the top shelf to brace himself and grind himself harder against you, moaning under his breath, “Fuck ‘em.”

Your eyes widen comically, and you sputter, “Right! Shit- fuck. I'm sorry, umm, wait here.” and you slam the door right in his face. Miguel's eyebrow twitches.

There's shuffling from inside before Miguel realizes that you're talking to someone-

“Can you go in five minutes? Please?”

“Nah, ‘m afraid I need to go right now, love. Got things to do, places to be.”

“Can't you open up a portal here?”

“When there’s a perfectly usable front door? I don’ think so,” “C’mon pretty.. what are y’so afraid of?”

“He’s our boss.”

“He’s your ex. Now, if you’re ashamed to be seen with me, I get it-”

“No! Baby, no. I just don’t want to rub it in his face, don't want him to think that I am either,”

“But that’s so boring. Let’s make ‘im suffer, you’ll thank me later-”

“Hob-”

The door opens suddenly and Miguel could act surprised, could act like he’s been waiting for quite a while not knowing what’s going on inside, but he doesn’t. Not when he’s face to face with Hobie. Not when he obviously knows how good Miguel’s hearing is, how he could definitely hear every word that was spoken, not when you’d tried to be nice- tried to whisper and be subtle, not when Hobie blatantly did the opposite out of spite.

So he just stares ahead with a blank face, as Hobie leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest lazily. There’s a hickey on his neck and Miguel feels like he might throw up.

And somehow, Miguel still thinks that this is all some sick joke, a prank, a dream. Anything to explain what he's seeing. Because there’s no way you're dating Hobie. There’s no way you fucked Hobie fucking Brown- the single most annoying person in Miguel’s life (after peter, of course). And after what, only eight months after you stopped seeing him? That's how long it took for you to get over him? He can almost hear Lyla laughing in his head, 'You're just bitter that you're not over her yet'

Hobie smirks at him “Hello mate, long time no see.” Miguel at least has the human decency to offer him a curt nod, which Hobie apparently finds hilarious as he huffs out a laugh, “'S alright if I send my report later, right? I'm kind of exhausted right now, did a lot of runnin' yesterday, y'know,”

Lyla visibly winces and disappears a second later.

Running. Miguel needed breathing exercises and he needed them now-

Miguel's eyes snapped to yours. Were you just gonna let Hobie talk all that shit, without saying anything? (Knowing Hobie's life was in imminent danger?) Apparently so, because you just scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. What a great couple you two made.

He refused to believe that this is who you chose, refused to acknowledge that his anger was pointed at himself and not you. He’d never, ever, admit it, not even at gunpoint, but Hobie was a good kid, he’d treat you right and that's what pissed him off the most.

“Fuck the canon.” Hobie would have laughed and nodded in agreement at your words, not Miguel though. Miguel had said nothing and it had cost him his future with you.

Sensing that Miguel wouldn’t reply anytime soon, Hobie just shrugged nonchalantly, “Thanks for understanding, boss.”

Miguel felt like he could hear his own veins pulsing. Boss, he'd called him boss. That little-

Turning to you, Hobie throws a hand around your waist and squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss on your cheek “I'll see you later love, don' forget to put some ice on that, yeah?” he lays a slap on your ass that makes you almost tumble forward, and Hobie's smirk widens when he sees Miguel ball his fists at his sides, nostrils flaring. Hobie throws a wink at Miguel before squeezing through him to walk out, seeing as Miguel didn't make any attempt to get out of the way.

Miguel doesn't turn to see him open up a portal to leave, he's too busy looking at the way the multi-colored lights illuminate your face, how you grin and wave shyly at your boyfriend.

“So sorry about him.. d'you wanna come in?” you ask, shifting from one leg to another once the portal disappears. Miguel just stares at you, eyes hooded, mouth pressed in a tight line.

“Ookay, I’ll just go get the- yeah” you trail off and turn to walk deeper into your apartment, and Miguel hates himself for craning his neck to catch a glimpse of your ass. And then hates himself even more when he thinks about how smug Hobie would be if he knew Miguel was checking out his girl. He'd say some dumb shit like "Wanting somethin' you can't have again, boss?"

Meanwhile, you're standing on your tippy-toes in front of your infamous bookshelf, arm outstretched, trying to grab your watch but to no use, cursing Hobie in your mind for putting it so high up. You had no idea that by trying to get your stupid watch, you were giving Miguel the perfect view of your backside, seeing as your shirt rode up each time you stretched out your arm.

No, fuck that. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Hobie was right. Let him suffer. He chose this, so now he can deal with the consequences.

Miguel wanted to give everything up right then and there. It's funny how quickly you could strip him of his morals, and he just wishes he could have done that before realizing he'd lost you forever. He could picture his future in his mind so clearly, if only he'd just said yes to your question.

“Will you go out with me?"

He’d resign, move out some place nice, next to a beach preferably. Spend his days laying on the sand and drinking piña coladas with no care in the world.

Except you’d be there. Straddling his lap to steal his drink, giggling and laughing when he tried to take it back from you. He’d grab your hips and with a swift motion you'd switch places, your back against the hot sand. The drink would spill from the movement, the liquid falling over your bikini covered tits, and you’d gasp oh-so prettily when he’d bend to lick it all up.

You’d moan even sweeter when he’d move lower, when he’d eat you out till you’re a crying, babbling mess, whining that you can’t take it anymore. Oh, but you could. You would take it, and he’d prove it when he’d later fuck you against the pool, and he’d make sure he fucked you good. Your mewls would be panted against his ear as he’d thrust into you relentlessly, your fingers digging into his wet back, and all he’d taste would be your pretty moans and the faint taste of rum against his tongue.

His cheeks would hurt from how hard he'd be grinning as he stared at you when you both would go for a walk by the beach later. He'd jog up to you, springing you in his arms, nuzzling his head against your hair- your distinctive smell fogging up his brain- your laughter mixing together, as you chased each other through the waves.

When you'd had enough, and stood panting, your -now wet- dress clinging to you like second skin, he'd drop to his knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket, one he was anxious not to drop when he was chasing you around, and you'd gape at him, tears already welling up in your eyes.

You would have said yes that night. In fact, the word would have been repeated against his shoulder as he fucked you later, rolling his hips into you slowly, kissing your pretty tears, holding you, loving you–

“Done! I just sent it–,” you could have sworn you and Miguel shivered at the same time when he blinked down at you, his mouth parted. His eyes were glistening all of a sudden, and it made your whole being fill with a sense of longing and dread.

“Lyla?” you swallowed harshly at Miguel's hoarse tone, gnawing at your lip as you avoided his gaze.

It was as if Lyla knew not to fuck with him either, because she didn't even make him beg for it, instead pulling up a hologram that showed the report, “Yup, got it!”

You cleared your throat, eager to get back into bed and forget the look on his face just now, suddenly feeling nostalgic for a memory you couldn't quite place- “I'm sorry that I forgot, it won’t happen again, promise.”

Yes it will.

“See you back at HQ?”

Miguel hums, not saying anything, not even caring to correct you, because he’d sooner see you in his dreams than at headquarters.

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[lanasaved]

ghost | task #008

Hey, Caleb.

Is that a weird way to start one of these things? I don’t know. I’m barely even used to writing in capitals. Or, like, with full punctuation. It doesn’t really feel like me. You know? It’s like I have it programmed in my code somewhere that I have to misspell everything and add a bunch of eggplant emojis. 

I’m not really sure what that says about me. I guess I have a hard time taking things seriously. And this looks pretty serious, right? Grammar and everything.

Anyway. I wasn’t sure who to write this to. I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to write anything. I don’t really say things, if they’re bad. I hate that crease people get between their eyebrows when they’re worried. And I hate even more when they don’t get it, because they don’t get anything. It’s like... I don’t know. It’s hard saying things that matter when they don’t. Not to anyone else, anyway.

That’s what I loved about you. Everything that came out of my mouth mattered, even if it was a dumb French accent or a quote from a shitty movie. 

I miss that. Like, a lot. Enough that I have this gross, ugly lump in my throat as I’m typing this, which is pretty embarrassing, actually, because it’s over letters on a screen that just look like ants if I squint hard enough. It shouldn’t matter this much. Or maybe it should. I guess I’m bad at the whole ‘emotions’ thing. I never know what‘s meant to go where. 

I think it was just nice. That you listened, I mean. You were the only one. And you even listened when I didn’t say anything, you know? It was like you had spidey senses. When he came around to the house, I think you could tell. I remember one time, we were sat up at the dinner table, next to each other, and I just grabbed two huge fistfuls of my dress and I wouldn’t let go. 

Even after the food had gone cold.

Even when the sun went down.

But you sat with me, anyway.

You didn’t make me say it, you just held my hand.

I spent a long time in that house, wishing I’d been born into another one. Or that I’d been born different. That I’d been born in a way that wouldn’t make people look at me like that. That I’d been born a little less loud or a little more interesting. Because maybe then it would have been easier. Maybe then I wouldn’t have grown up holding my breath all the time. 

Do you remember that time Jensen got really drunk and threw the flour jar at us? When it got all over me? You took me to the bathroom, and you locked the door, and you sat me on the edge of the bathtub so you could get a towel and wipe it off. I could hear everyone talking through the walls, even though they were corridors away. It sounded like we were living in a zoo at feeding time. Like we shared a house with lions and we were the only two that didn’t eat meat. The only two that didn’t eat each other.

Do you remember what I said?

“I look like a ghost.”

I kept repeating it, I think. Like a broken record, or something. I don’t think you knew what to do, at the time. I mean, you were thirteen cleaning up an eleven year old, so you definitely didn’t. 

Sometimes, if I close my eyes, I can still see my face in that bathroom mirror. Chalky and white and scary. Staring back at me like the physical manifestation of the word inside me that I can’t pronounce.

I looked like a ghost. A ghost that lived in a house where no-one ever acknowledged its existence. Isn’t that funny? It’s funny, in a makes-you-wanna-cry way. Funny, like irony. Funny, like the fact mom and dad ever bothered having me at all.

I don’t know. This is getting off point. That’s one thing I’m good at, I guess. Losing track of things.

I think the point I’m trying to make is this: I miss you. I miss you so much, even when you’re there. I miss the way you’d listen. I miss the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you laughed. I miss the way you’d wipe the flour off my dumb face when it wasn’t even your job to.

I miss my brother.

But, hey -- we’re both still breathing, right? That’s what people say to me. That you’re lucky, for surviving. That I’m lucky, for getting you back.

Doesn’t matter that I can’t get that night out of my head.

Doesn’t matter that Tommy’s dead, and I’m not allowed to talk about it.

Doesn’t matter that you never call any more, or try to hold my hand.

Doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t matter.

Because at least I’m still breathing, right?

At least I’m one of the lucky ones. 

[thegoldenyears-memories]

                   ♥ MY ONE AND ONLY ♥ // a fralice mix

                                                                     ( listen / download )

01. I’VE JUST SEEN A FACE de JIM STURGESS ( i've just seen a face, i can't forget the time or place where we just met. she's just the girl for me and i want all the world to see we've met. had it been another day i might have looked the other way and i'd have never been aware, but as it is i'll dream of her tonight. falling, yes i am falling, and she keeps calling me back again. i have never known the like of this, i've been alone and i have missed things and kept out of sight, for other girls were never quite like this. )

02. SHE IS de THE FRAY ( do not get me wrong i cannot wait for you to come home, for now you're not here and i'm not there, it's like we're on our own to figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand, instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land. this is going to break me clean in two, this is going to bring me close to you. it's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down. i don't know where it is, i don't know when, but i want you around. this is going to bring me clarity. she is everything i need that i never knew i wanted. she is everything i want that i never knew i needed. this is going to bring me to my knees, i just want to hold you close to me. )

03. ALL I NEED de MAT KEARNEY ( here it comes it's all blowing in tonight. i woke up this morning to a blood red sky. they're burning on the bridge turning off the lights. we're on the run, i can see it in your eyes. if nothing is safe then i don't understand, you call me your boy but i'm trying to be the man. one more day and it's all slipping with the sand, you touch my lips and grab the back of my hand. guess we both know we're in over our heads, we got nowhere to go and no home that's left. the water is rising on a river turning red. it all might be ok or we might be dead. if everything we've got is slipping away, i meant what i said when i said until my dying day. i'm holding on to you, holding on to me, maybe it's all gone black but you're all i see. the walls are shaking, i hear them sound the alarm, glass is breaking so don't let go of my arm. grab your bags and a picture of where we met, all that we'll leave behind and all that's left. if everything we've got is blowing away, we've got a rock and a rock till our dying day. and if all we've got is what no one can break, i know i love you, if that's all we can take. the tears are coming down, they're mixing with the rain, i know i love you, if that's all we can take. )

04. NEXT TO ME de SLEEPING AT LAST ( oh, our futures were written with crayons in coloring books, it was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked. like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress, and the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness. i know since we've grown, we ache for those memories. honestly, nothing's even compared to you next to me. if time is money, then i'll spend it all for you. i will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew. i'll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to take. i'll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name. )

05. LET’S LOVE de ECHOSMITH ( you were the girl that came with the sunrise. now i can't think of a day without you. now all i want is to hold you now. i've been saving my soul for someone like you. let's love while we're young. so let's love, before we've even begun. oh, darling, we'll be fine. )

06. FALLIN’ FOR YOU de COLBIE CAILLAT ( i don't know but i think i may be fallin' for you, dropping so quickly. maybe i should keep this to myself, waiting 'til i know you better. i am trying not to tell you, but i want to. i'm scared of what you'll say. so i'm hiding what i'm feeling but i'm tired of holding this inside my head. i've been spending all my time just thinking about you, i don't know what to do, i think i'm fallin' for you. i've been waiting all my life and now i found you. as i'm standing here and you hold my hand, pull me towards you and we start to dance. all around us i see nobody. here in silence, it's just you and me. )

07. THE LUCKIEST de BEN FOLDS ( i don't get many things right the first time. in fact, i am told that a lot. now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here. and where was i before the day that i first saw your lovely face? now i see it everyday and i know that i am the luckiest. i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you. )

08. LOVE WILL TAKE YOU de ANGUS & JULIA STONE ( if we never found this love, if we never took that road, if we hadn't had the heart, we wouldn't have this home. in this world the heart beats slow, in my arms let's share the cold, in my eyes you're all i've known, darlin' let's go home. love, love will take you. love, love will take you there. )

09. SOUL MEETS BODY de DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE ( i want to live where soul meets body and let the sun wrap its arms around me, and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing and feel, feel what its like to be new. but if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me too. so, brown eyes, i hold you near, 'cause you’re the only song i want to hear, a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere. )

10. THE GAMBLER de FUN. ( we were barely eighteen when we crossed collective hearts. it was cold, but it got warm when you barely crossed my eye. and then you turned, put out your hand, and you asked me to dance. i knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight. i swear when i grow up i won't just buy you a rose, i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely. for even if the sun stops waking up over the fields i will not leave, i will not leave 'til it's our time. so just take my hand, you know that i will never leave your side. it was the winter of '86, all the fields had frozen over, so we moved to arizona to save our only son. and now he's turned into a man, though he thinks just like his mother, he believes we're all just lovers, he sees hope in everyone. )

11. ‘TIL MY HEART STOPS BEATING de JOE BROOKS ( i'm never gonna let you down, i'm never gonna leave you out. i'm gonna be there till my heart stops beating. and now it don't matter where you are, i'm never gonna be that far. )

12. NO SUCH THING AS TIME de ELENOWEN ( baby, why don't you lie down? time is our only enemy. and when i hold you everything slows down. when i know you inside and out, i wanna show you there's no such thing as time, so take a deep breath tonight. i wanna breathe you in, i finally know how to fight. it takes to hearts to win, time is our only enemy. )

13. WHEN THE DARNESS COMES de COLBIE CAILLAT ( i'll be here waiting, hoping, praying that this light will guide you home. when you're feeling lost i'll leave my love, hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes. now the door is open, the world i knew is broken, there's no return. now my heart is not scared just knowing that you're out there watching me, so believe. )

14. SEA OF LOVE de CAT POWER ( come with me, my love, to the sea, the sea of love. i want to tell you how much i love you. )

15. I WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK de DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE ( love of mine, some day you will die, but i'll be close behind, i'll follow you into the dark. no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark. if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then i'll follow you into the dark. the time for sleep is now, it's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon in the blackest of rooms. )

16. LIGHTWEIGHT de DEMI LOVATO ( i hear angels sing in your voice. when you pull me close, feelings i’ve never known, they mean everything and leave me no choice. light on my heart, light on my feet, light in your eyes, i can’t even speak. do you even know how you make me weak? i'm a lightweight, better be careful what you say, with every word i'm blown away, you're in control of my heart. i'm a lightweight, easy to fall, easy to break, with every move my whole world shakes, keep me from falling apart. this is all so new, seems too good to be true, could this really be a safe place to fall? drowned in your love, it's almost all too much. handle with care, say you’ll be there. )

17. LOOK AFTER YOU de THE FRAY ( there now, steady love, so few come and don't go. will you, won't you be the one i'll always know? when i'm losing my control, the city spins around, you're the only one who knows, you slow it down. oh, oh, oh, be my baby and i'll look after you. it's always have and never hold, you've begun to feel like home. what's mine is yours to leave or take, what's mine is yours to make your own. )

18. I GET TO LOVE YOU de RUELLE ( one look at you; my whole life falls in line. i prayed for you; before i called you mine. i can’t believe it’s true, sometimes. i get to love you, it’s the best thing that i’ll ever do. i get to love you, it’s a promise i’m making to you. whatever may come; your heart i will choose. forever i’m yours, forever i do. they say love is a journey, i promise that i’ll never leave. when it’s too heavy to carry, remember this moment with me. )

19. YOU ARE MINE de SPENCER COMBS FT. HOLLEY MAHER ( my heart beats for you alone. no house can hold the love that we own. everytime you fall from grace to your knees, i'll wait patiently, for you. oh i will, forever and always, put you before me to the end of time. but until then, 'til my last breath rolls in, oh i am yours and you are mine. )

20. BUBBLY de COLBIE CAILLAT ( it starts in my toes and i crinkle my nose. wherever it goes, i always know that you make me smile, please stay for a while now, just take your time wherever you go.the rain is falling on my window pane, but we are hiding in a safer place. under covers staying dry and warm, you give me feelings that i adore. i've been asleep for a while now, you tuck me in just like a child now, 'cause every time you hold me in your arms, i'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth. )

21. HEARTLINES de FLORENCE + THE MACHINE ( your heart is the only place that i call home, i cannot be returned. just keep following the heartlines on your hand, keep it up! i know you can! but know, in some way i’m there with you. )

22. SIGNAL FIRE de SNOW PATROL ( there you are standing right in front of me, all this fear falls away to leave me naked, hold me close 'cause i need you to guide me to safety. in the confusion and the aftermath, you are my signal fire. the only resolution and the only joy is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes. )

23. LOVE YOU STRONGLY de AMY STROUP ( and i know love has treated you coldly before, left you lonely. oh but not anymore, i was made to love you strongly. )

24. LIKE I’M GONNA LOSE YOU de MEGHAN TRAINOR & JOHN LEGEND ( i woke up in tears with you by my side. a breath of relief and i realized no, we're not promised tomorrow. in the blink of an eye, just a whisper of smoke, you could lose everything, the truth is you never know. so i'll kiss you longer, baby, any chance that i get. i'll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets. let's take our time to say what we want, use what we got before it's all gone. 'cause no, we're not promised tomorrow. so i'm gonna love you like i'm gonna lose you. i'm gonna hold you like i'm saying goodbye wherever we're standing. i won't take you for granted 'cause we'll never know when we'll run out of time. )

25. THE LIGHTNING STRIKE (WHAT IF THIS STORM ENDS?) de SNOW PATROL ( what if this storm ends and i don't see you as you are now ever again? the perfect halo of gold hair and lightning, sets you off against the planet's last dance. just for a minute the silver forked sky lit you up like a star that i will follow. now it's found us like i have found you, i don't want to run, just overwhelm me. what if this storm ends and leaves us nothing? except a memory, a distant echo. i want to see you as you are now, every single day that i am living. )

26. CROSSFIRE de BRANDON FLOWERS ( and we're caught up in the crossfire of heaven and hell, and we're searchin' for shelter. watching your dress as you turn down the lights, i forget all about the storm outside. dark clouds roll their way over town, heartache and pain came a-pouring down like hail, sleet and rain, yeah, they're handing it out. and tell the devil that he can go back from where he came, his fiery arrows drew their bead in vain. and when the hardest part is over, we'll be here, and our dreams will break the boundaries of our fear. lay your body down next to mine. )

27. TURNING PAGE de SLEEPING AT LAST ( i've waited a hundred years but i'd wait a million more for you. nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. if i had only felt the warmth within your touch, if i had only seen how you smile when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough, well i would have known what i was living for all along, what i've been living for. your love is my turning page, where only the sweetest words remain. every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase. for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. if i had only felt how it feels to be yours, well i would have known what i've been living for all along. )

28. I FIND THE LIGHT IN YOU de JOE BROOKS ( but i'm on my way home, and i'm worn to the bone, and when my heart hits an all time low, there's something shining through. i find the light in you. i don't think there's a sun that's ever shone brighter than the radiance of you, and i wouldn't want one too. )

29. LA VIE EN ROSE de DANIELA ANDRADE ( hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose. when you kiss me heaven sighs and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose. when you press me to your heart, i'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seems to turn into love songs. )

30. STRAWBERRY SWING de COLDPLAY ( they were sitting, they were talking under strawberry swing. everybody was for fighting, wouldn't wanna waste a thing. cold, cold water bring me round, now my feet won't touch the ground. cold, cold water what ya say? when it's such… it's such a perfect day. people moving all the time inside a perfectly straight line. don't you wanna curve away? )

31. FEEL THE TIDE de MUMFORD & SONS ( she sits him down in a stiff chair, rubs his back and strokes his hair telling him it's okay to cry. but he just sits and stare the merciless moon outside, has nothing now he's come to realice only the desolation he feels, the cold distance inside. but you and i now we can be alright. just hold on to what we know is true. you and i now, though it's cold inside, feel the tide turning. )

32. CHASING CARS de SNOW PATROL ( i don't quite know how to say how i feel. those three words are said too much, they're not enough.   i need your grace to remind me to find my own. if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? all that i am, all that i ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all i can see. )

33. COME WHAT MAY de NICOLE KIDMAN & EWAN MCGREGOR ( want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday i love you more and more. listen to my heart can you hear it sing? telling me to give you everything. seasons may change, winter to spring, but i love you until the end of time. and there's no mountain too high, no river too wide, sing out this song and i'll be there by your side. storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but i love you until the end of time. come what may, i will love you until my dying day. )

34. DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS de COLDPLAY ( all winter we got carried, away over on the rooftops. let's get married. all summer we just hurried. so come over, just be patient, and don't worry. no, i don't wanna battle from beginning to end. i don't want a cycle of recycled revenge. i don't want to follow death and all of his friends. and in the end, we lie awake and we dream of making our escape. )

35. ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU de THE MOLDY PEACHES ( you're a part-time lover and a full-time friend. i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train, kiss you all starry-eyed, my body swingin' from side to side.you are always tryin' to keep it real, i'm in love with how you feel. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. )

36. ALL ABOUT US de HE IS WE FT. OWL CITY ( take my hand, i'll teach you to dance. i'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. would you let me lead? you can step on my feet. give it a try, it'll be alright. 'cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love. spotlight's shining. it's all about us. and every heart in the room will melt, this is a feeling i've never felt, but it's all about us. suddenly i'm feeling brave, don't know what's got into me, why i feel this way. can we dance real slow? can i hold you real close? do you hear that love? they're playing our song. do you think we're ready? oh, i'm really feeling it. )

37. TO BUILD A HOME de THE CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA ( there is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills. tables and chairs worn by all of the dust. this is a place where i don't feel alone, this is a place where i feel at home. and i built a home for you, for me. until it disappeared, from me, from you. and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust. )

                    ¡¡ FELIZ NAVIDAD Y AÑO NUEVO, LOLA !!

DE: andy

PARA: lola

Querida Lola:

Exageré de nuevo haciendo un mix y casi llego a las 40 canciones, pero por suerte me calmé. Anyway, es que en verdad amo Fralice y siempre quise hacerles un mix, mi momento llegó. Abarqué desde sus inicios hasta sus finales en la guerra. Me parecen personajes interesantes por separado y también juntos, al final de todo ellos pudieron estar en el lugar de James y Lily. La gente no piensa mucho en ellos y cuanto soportaron. Tuvieron que huir y esconderse, esconder a su hijo, enfrentarse a muchas dificultades, al mismísimo Lord Voldemort... Y su final, terminar en San Mungo sin saber quienes son o recordar nada, es tan triste. Es una historia muy bella pero muy deprimente (¿qué le pasa a J.K.? Es demasiado emo). Quería hacerles justicia y espero haberlo hecho con este mix. 

Anyway, espero hayas pasado unas felices fiestas y año nuevo con todos tus seres queridos. Sabes que te quiero mucho y siempre es grato hablar contigo sobre la vida o sobre el rol o sobre lo que sea. Eres una chica muy amable y divertida. No soy buena en estas cosas, pero espero sepas que te considero una amiga y me alegra contar con tu presencia por aquí. Ojalá pudiera decirte más, soy muy mala, así que mejor dejo que el regalo hable por mis sentimientos. 

Te deseo lo mejor, pequeña Lola. Que todo salga muy bien para ti y sabes que puedes contar conmigo para lo que necesites. Te mando un bello abrazo. 

[harliebooks]

Prancing Around with Sleeping Beauty (a Storybook Valley novel #2) by Stacy Juba! @stacy_juba @stacyjuba

  Do you love sweet romance novels that make you laugh? Then you'll want to check out Stacy Juba's brand new chick lit novel, Prancing Around With Sleeping Beauty, the second book in the Storybook Valley series. The book was released March 5, and while it's a follow-up to the popular Fooling Around With Cinderella, both novels can also be read as stand-alones. Come discover Storybook Valley, a fictional theme park in the Catskills of New York. If you love small town romance with humorous characters, theme parks, fairy tale fun, and amazing love stories, then Storybook Valley will be your new favorite series.

This Sleeping Beauty isn’t sure she wants to wake up… Dance instructor Rory Callahan likes to play it safe. When she meets Kyle, he’s impulsive, persistent, and her exact opposite. He’s pushing her to tango way past her comfort zone and keeping Rory on her toes more than twenty years of dance teachers ever had. Unfortunately, he’s the grandson of her family’s archrival and she doesn’t want to disappoint them. After all, her parents imagine her as a proper princess - hence her namesake Aurora, AKA Sleeping Beauty. Complicating matters, Rory’s also dealing with a surgeon boyfriend who’s perfect for her (sort of), an obnoxious boss, and desperate dance moms. Kyle wants to change her whole life, but Rory doesn’t like the stakes. After all, princesses are the ones who get the happy endings. . .aren’t they? Amazon Barnes & Noble iBooks Kobo   Excerpt: Twilight had descended over the strip mall which also contained a pizza place, children’s art studio, New Age shop, bakery, and a consignment store with identical brick facades. A long sidewalk connected the storefronts. Rory’s phone chirped and she scanned a text as she strolled through the parking lot. A message from her older brother Jake, who lived in Maine. Happy 25th. What new rose crap did you get this year? Instead of making her chuckle, his joke elicited a sigh. She missed Jake and his toddler Quinn, but he never came home anymore thanks to a stupid fight with their parents. They went ballistic after he got a girl pregnant and accused him of ruining his life. Jake and the mother broke up, not surprising since she was a total flake, but he got an apartment a couple blocks away from her to be near his daughter. His absence meant he couldn’t take over the theme park, leaving room for Dylan to step forward. Heading toward her car, she replied: Don’t know yet. I’m on my— Augh! Rory stumbled over something and toppled to the ground, her phone sailing through the air. Her right hand slammed against the pavement, and pain seared through her. Sitting up, she glared at the object that had blocked her path. A spiky creature in a plastic carrier glared back at her. Rory blinked. She could accept a black cat crossing her path, but she owed her unceremonious spill to a needle-infested rodent? “Who leaves a porcupine in the middle of the parking lot?” she demanded. “Who trips over a huge animal carrier? Oh, right, someone who’s texting while walking.” A brown-haired guy in a khaki zookeeper uniform and boots loomed over her. She stiffened at his words until she noticed the dimples sprinkled with cinnamon freckles. He wasn’t mad, just amused. “And it’s not a porcupine. It’s a hedgehog.” “What’s the difference? It was still in the middle of the parking lot.” He crouched beside her. “For starters, hedgehogs have shorter quills that can’t easily come off their bodies, while a porcupine’s quills can easily detach themselves. On average a hedgehog has 7,000 quills while a porcupine has approximately 30,000. And a porcupine can grow to triple the size, between 25-and-36 inches.” “It was a rhetorical question.” Rory risked a glance at her throbbing hand and winced. Blood dripped down her finger. “I’ll admit that you’re worse off than Turbo. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll get the first aid kit.” Mr. Porcupine Expert disappeared into a green van so garish, it almost distracted Rory from her pain. Painted animal heads peered out of big circles and orange letters proclaimed the monstrosity a Zoo Mobile—with paw prints forming the double ‘o’ in zoo. It wouldn’t surprise Rory if a white rabbit in a waistcoat popped out from the Day-Glo monstrosity, muttering about being late . . . for a tea party at her house using Wendy’s bumpy placemats. She groaned, deciphering the smaller words beneath the paw prints. ‘Duke’s Animal World.’ She’d always considered her family’s rivalry with Duke Thorne a bit ridiculous, but now Rory related to her granddad’s agitation. Thanks to sprawling over one of Duke’s stupid hedgehogs, she might have sprained her finger. Shifting position, Rory glowered through the cage at the spiky black ball that had caused all the trouble. It huffed and puffed, quills poking outward, a breathing pincushion. My . . . she hadn’t realized hedgehogs had such tiny eyes. And what a cute button nose. This little guy—Turbo?—seemed skittish. “Hey, there, Turbo,” she murmured. “Guess it was my fault, too. Did I scare you?” “He’ll be okay.” The dimpled zookeeper reappeared with her cell phone, along with a toolbox-sized red first aid kit. He unlatched the kit, opened a box of gauze pads, and bent beside her. “Let’s apply pressure to stop the bleeding.” “I can do it.” Rory squashed the pad against the cut, her cheeks heating, whether from his boyish good looks, or the mortification of falling over a hedgehog, she didn’t know. She hoped he couldn’t detect her blush under the lampposts’ dim glow. She rested her wrist on her knee. “What are you and Turbo doing here, anyway?” “The art studio had a zoo night. The kids decorated animal statues and then I did a presentation. I was just about to load my last animal, Turbo, into the van when you went flying.” He jerked his thumb toward the Zoo Mobile. “I’ve also got a red-eyed tree frog, bearded dragon, chinchilla, and domestic rabbit.” “Is it a white rabbit?” Rory muttered. Mr. Porcupine Expert elevated a brow. “Not this time. What’s your story? What were you doing here?” “I’m an instructor at the dance studio. We were having an open house. I got a text, and apparently, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Rory battled the temptation to peek under the gauze. “Let me get this straight. You’re a dancer? I thought dancers were graceful.” His brown eyes crinkled with amusement. Their shade reminded her of a caramel latte, warm and inviting. “I am graceful! This was an isolated incident.” “Uh-huh. I’m Kyle, by the way. And you’re . . .?” “Rory.” “How about I make it up to you with free zoo tickets? You can come meet Turbo’s parents. I’m sure they’ll forgive you if I explain that you’re a dancer with two left feet.” He wore such a deadpan expression that Rory almost laughed. His dry comic delivery must enliven his presentations. Her grandmother Lois, Storybook Valley’s self-appointed entertainment director, would remark that Kyle had charisma. Rory might enjoy touring the zoo with him, but her granddad would lock her in with the lions if she ventured onto his rival’s property. Growing up, she had never been allowed to visit Duke’s. “Thanks, but that’s okay. As I was telling Turbo here, it was my fault. I should have been more aware of my surroundings.” She peered into the cage. Was it her imagination, or did Turbo look calmer now in Kyle’s presence? His quills had relaxed, laying down and pointing toward the back. Kyle picked up the animal carrier and straightened to his full height. “How about I show you my passengers while you’re applying pressure? The least I can do is keep you entertained during your misery.” After a hesitation, Rory climbed to her feet and trailed him to the Zoo Mobile. With her left hand, she finished a clumsily misspelled text to Jake, omitting mention of the accident. Otherwise, her brothers would ask her for the next month if she had tripped over any hedgehogs lately. She leaned against the van as Kyle slid the bearded dragon’s carrier out the side door and positioned Turbo’s cage in its place. Over the next ten minutes, he explained how many bearded dragon species existed (nine) and what they ate (insects). If Rory ever appeared on a TV game show, she hoped they quizzed her on bearded dragons, porcupines, and hedgehogs. Kyle discussed animals the same way Brad talked about robotic-assisted surgery. She wondered if Kyle had a college degree. Her guess was no. After all, how much schooling did it take to drive a Zoo Mobile? Once you memorized the spiel and learned how to care for the animals, what else was there to learn? As an employee that far down the company ladder, Kyle probably wasn’t aware of the Callahan feud. After the bearded dragon lecture, Rory washed her cut and rubbed in bacitracin ointment. Kyle unwrapped a large Band-Aid, but instead of extending it to her, he pressed the patch over her skin. As their fingers touched, a shivery sensation whispered down Rory’s spine. I am not attracted to the zoo guy. Buy it on: Amazon Barnes & Noble iBooks Kobo  

Ever wondered what those cheerful theme park princesses are really thinking? When twenty-five-year-old Jaine Andersen proposes a new marketing role to the local amusement park, general manager Dylan Callahan charms her into filling Cinderella’s glass slippers for the summer. Her reign transforms Jaine’s ordinary life into chaos that would bewilder a fairy godmother. Secretly dating her bad boy boss, running wedding errands for her ungrateful sisters, and defending herself from the park’s resident villain means Jaine needs lots more than a comfy pair of shoes to restore order in her kingdom... Check out the Storybook Valley series at these retailers: Amazon Barnes & Noble iBookstore Kobo And if you discover that you love the Storybook Valley books, be sure to join Stacy's street team, the Storybook Valley Sweethearts, on Facebook for book launch activities and exclusive sneak peeks. Members will get to hear the latest Storybook Valley news before anyone else, and even read excerpts of works-in-progress and give input on cover design.       Read the full article