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whatisthiswitchcraft · 5 years ago

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books I read in 2019 (not including rereads, favorites are bolded!)

Come Close - Sappho

Shanghai Baby - Wei Hui

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair - Pablo Neruda

Bad Feminist: Essays - Roxane Gay

The Mother of Black Hollywood: A Memoir - Jenifer Lewis

Sula - Toni Morrison

Reinventing the Enemy’s Language: Contemporary Native Women’s Writings of North America - ed. Joy Harjo and Gloria Bird

How to Write an Autobiographical Novel - Alexander Chee

Night Sky With Exit Wounds - Ocean Vuong

If They Come For Us - Fatimah Asghar

Heart Berries: A Memoir - Terese Marie Mailhot

Less - Andrew Sean Greer

The Astonishing Color of After - Emily X.R. Pan

Goodbye, Vitamin - Rachel Khong

Darius the Great is Not Okay - Adib Khorram

Exit West - Mohsin Hamid

Homegirls and Handgrenades - Sonia Sanchez

Heavy: An American Memoir - Keise Laymon

All You Can Ever Know - Nicole Chung

Unaccustomed Earth - Jhumpa Lahiri

The Wife Between Us - Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen

The Way You Make Me Feel - Maureen Goo

A Very Large Expanse of Sea - Tahereh Mafi

Water By the Spoonful - Quiara Alegría Hudes

I Can’t Date Jesus: Love, Sex, Family, Race, and Other Reasons I’ve Put My Faith in Beyoncé - Michael Arceneaux

Bury It - Sam Sax

White Dancing Elephants - Chaya Bhuvaneswar

Pulp - Robin Talley

Shit is Real - Aisha Franz

Silencer - Marcus Wicker

Forget Sorrow: An Ancestral Tale - Belle Yang

Bestiary: Poems - Donika Kelly

Monster Portraits - Sofia Samatar

No Matter the Wreckage - Sarah Kay

Violet Energy Ingots - Hoa Nguyen

Olio - Tyehimba Jess

The Kane Chronicles: The Serpent’s Shadow - Rick Riordan

There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé - Morgan Parker

Nylon Road: A Graphic Memoir of Coming of Age in Iran - Parsua Bashi

The Wedding Date - Jasmine Guillory

Fruit of the Drunken Tree - Ingrid Rojas Contreras

An American Marriage - Tayari Jones

Family Trust - Kathy Wang

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture - ed. Roxane Gay

Little & Lion - Brandy Colbert

A Girl Like That - Tanaz Bhathena

Suicide Club: A Novel About Living - Rachel Heng

The Disturbed Girl’s Dictionary - NoNieqa Ramos

My Old Faithful: Stories - Yang Huang

Crazy Rich Asians - Kevin Kwan

Girls Burn Brighter - Shobha Rao

Moon of the Crusted Snow - Waubgeshig Rice

Kingdom Animalia - Aracelis Girmay

Happiness - Aminatta Forna

Devotions - Mary Oliver

The Proposal - Jasmine Guillory

The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang

When Katie Met Cassidy - Camille Perri

Heads of the Colored People - Nafissa Thompson-Spires

Friday Black: Stories - Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah

The Word is Murder - Anthony Horowitz

Miles from Nowhere - Nami Mun

The Lost Ones - Sheena Kamal

All the Names They Used for God - Anjali Sachdeva

Confessions of the Fox - Jordy Rosenberg

Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir - Padma Lakshmi

On the Come Up - Angie Thomas

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows

The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali - Sabina Khan

See What I Have Done - Sarah Schmitt

Convenience Store Woman - Sayaka Murata

I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter - Erika Sánchez

For Today I Am A Boy - Kim Fu

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid

Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings - Joy Harjo

They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us - Hanif Abdurraqib

Mongrels - Stephen Graham Jones

If Beale Street Could Talk - James Baldwin

Death of Innocence: The Story of the Hate Crime that Changed America - Mamie Till-Mobley and Christopher Benson

The Gilded Wolves - Roshani Chokshi

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before - Jenny Han

The Perfect Nanny - Leila Slimani, translated by Sam Taylor

The Travelling Cat Chronicles - Hiro Arikawa, translated by Philip Gabriel

Things We Lost in the Fire - Mariana Enríquez, translated by Megan McDowell

Sunburn - Laura Lippman

The House of Impossible Beauties - Joseph Cassara

Freshwater - Akwaeke Emezi

A Private Life - Chen Ran, translated by John Howard-Gibbon

Invisible: The Forgotten Story of the Black Woman Lawyer Who Took Down America’s Most Powerful Mobster - Stephen L. Carter

Undead Girl Gang - Lily Anderson

They Both Die at the End - Adam Silvera

The Friend - Sigrid Nunez

Severance - Ling Ma

Tiny Crimes: Very Short Tales of Mystery & Murder - ed. Licoln Michel and Nadxieli Nieto

Mapping the Interior - Stephen Graham Jones

Give Me Some Truth - Eric Gansworth

How to Love a Jamaican - Alexia Arthurs

All of This is True - Lygia Day Peñaflor

Swimmer Among the Stars - Kanishk Tharoor

The Wicked + the Divine, Vol. 7: Mothering Invention - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

This is Kind of an Epic Love Story - Kheryn Callender

Gingerbread - Helen Oyeyemi

Where the Dead Sit Talking - Brandon Hobson

The Ensemble - Aja Gabel

My Education - Susan Choi

More Happy than Not - Adam Silvera

Nobody Cares: Essays - Anne T. Donahue

Kiss and Tell: A Romantic Résumé, Ages 0 to 22 - Marinaomi

Oculus: Poems - Sally Wen Mao

Let’s Talk About Love - Claire Kann

History is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera

Opposite of Always - Justin A. Reynolds

The Crown Ain’t Worth Much - Hanif Abdurraqib

The Weight of Our Sky - Hanna Alkaf

If You See Me, Don’t Say Hi - Neel Patel

Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan

What if It’s Us - Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera

The Map of Salt and Stars - Jennifer Zeynab Joukhadar

October Mourning: A Song for Matthew Shepard - Lesléa Newman

The Big Smoke - Adrian Matejka

Dissolve - Sherwin Bitsui

The Woman Next Door - Yewande Omotoso

The Refugees - Viet Thanh Nguyen

White Tears - Hari Kunzru

Electric Arches - Eve Ewing

The Black Maria - Aracelis Girmay

Bloodchild and Other Stories - Octavia Butler

Soft Science - Franny Choi

The White Card - Claudia Rankine

Mad Honey Symposium - Sally Wen Mao

The Care and Feeding of Ravenously Hungry Girls - Anissa Gray

Next: New Poems - Lucille Clifton

The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance: Poems 1987-1992 - Audre Lorde

Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea: Poems and Not Quite Poems - Nikki Giovanni

The Arab of the Future - Riad Sattouf

Ghosts in the Schoolyard: Racism and School Closings on Chicago’s South Side - Eve L. Ewing

Gruel - Bunkong Tuon

Marriage of a Thousand Lies - SJ Sindu

Parable of the Sower - Octavia Butler

Good Night, Willie Lee, I’ll See You in the Morning - Alice Walker

That Kind of Mother - Rumaan Alam

Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows - Balli Kaur Jaswal

Hera Lindsay Bird - Hera Lindsay Bird

Queenie - Candice Carty-Williams

And Still I Rise - Maya Angelou

The Man Who Shot Out My Eye Is Dead - Chanelle Benz

Everyone Knows You Go Home - Natalia Sylvester

Naming Our Destiny: New and Selected Poems - June Jordan

The 100* Best African American Poems (*But I Cheated) - ed. Nikki Giovanni

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 - P. Djèlí Clark

Bury My Clothes - Roger Bonair-Agard

Selected Poems - Langston Hughes

Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston

Sonata Mulattica - Rita Dove

Winnie - Gwendolyn Brooks

Bicycles: Love Poems - Nikki Giovanni

The Black God’s Drums - P. Djèlí Clark

Kid Gloves: Nine Months of Careful Chaos - Lucy Knisley

Annie Allen - Gwendolyn Brooks

Parable of the Talents - Octavia Butler

After Disasters - Viet Dinh

Passing for Human: A Graphic Memoir - Liana Finck

Teeth - Aracelis Girmay

A Surprised Queenhood in the New Black Sun: The Life & Legacy of Gwendolyn Brooks - Angela Jackson

Peluda - Melissa Lozada-Oliva

A Map to the Next World - Joy Harjo

Magical Negro - Morgan Parker

Corpse Whale - dg nanouk okpik

Hawkeye: Volume 1 - Matt Fraction

Cenzontle - Marcelo Hernandez Castillo

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric - Claudia Rankine

Selected Poems - Gwendolyn Brooks

She Had Some Horses - Joy Harjo

The BreakBeat Poets: New American Poetry in the Age of Hip-Hope - ed. Kevin Coval, Quraysh Ali Lansana, and Nate Marshall

Beyond Uhura: Star Trek and Other Memories - Nichelle Nichols

The Past and Other Things that Should Stay Buried - Shaun David Hutchinson

Difficult Women - Roxane Gay

The Woman Who Fell From the Sky - Joy Harjo

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays - Esmé Weijun Wang

Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest - Hanif Abdurraqib

The Frolic of the Beasts - Yukio Mishima

Hawkeye Omnibus - Matt Fraction

Good Talk: A Memoir in Conversations - Mira Jacob

Karamo: My Story of Embracing Purpose, Healing, and Hope - Karamo Brown

Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters

When My Brother Was an Aztec - Natalie Diaz

Toxic Flora: Poems - Kimiko Hahn

Virgin - Analicia Sotelo

Easy Prey - Catherine Lo

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me - Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O’Connell

Saints and Misfits - S.K. Ali

Intercepted - Alexa Martin

Love from A to Z - S.K. Ali

Gemini - Sonya Mukherjee

The Atlas of Reds and Blues - Devi S. Laskar

My Brother’s Husband Vol. II - Gengoroh Tagame

Black Queer Hoe - Britteney Black Rose Kapri

Internment - Samira Ahmed

Dothead: Poems - Amit Majmudar

With the Fire On High - Elizabeth Acevedo

Sabrina & Corina: Stories - Kali Fajardo-Anstine

Milk and Filth - Carmen Giménez Smith

The Key to Happily Ever After - Tif Marcelo

If You’re Out There - Katy Loutzenhiser

Farewell to Manzanar - Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston

New Poets of Native Nations - ed. Heid E. Erdrich

Bodymap: Poems - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Wolf by Wolf - Ryan Graudin

Tell Me How It Ends - Valeria Luiselli

Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood - Trevor Noah

Down and Across - Arvin Ahmadi

The Tradition - Jericho Brown

About Betty’s Boob - Vero Cazot and Julie Rocheleau

Fake It Till You Break It - Jenn P. Nguyen

Storm of Locusts - Rebecca Roanhorse

Silver Sparrow - Tayari Jones

Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors - Sonali Dev

Mongrel: Essays, Diatribes, Pranks - Justin Chin

When I Grow Up I Want To Be a List of Further Possibilities - Chen Chen

The New Testament - Jericho Brown

Fumbled - Alexa Martin

If It Makes You Happy - Claire Kann

Brave Face - Shaun David Hutchinson

Words in Deep Blue - Cath Crowley

Lost Children Archive - Valeria Luiselli

Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

We Were Eight Years in Power: An American Tragedy - Ta-Nehisi Coates

Anger is a Gift - Mark Oshiro

The Bride Test - Helen Hoang

Not Your Backup - C.B. Lee

Prelude to Bruise - Saeed Jones

The Night Wanderer: A Graphic Novel - Drew Hayden Taylor and Michael Wyatt

Naturally Tan - Tan France

Bloom - Kevin Panetta and Savanna Ganucheau

Like a Love Story - Abdi Nazemian

I’m Afraid of Men - Vivek Shraya

Juliet Takes a Breath - Gabby Rivera

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong

Let Me Hear a Rhyme - Tiffany D. Jackson

I Wanna Be Where You Are - Kristina Forest

Hurricane Season - Nicole Melleby

Split Tooth - Tanya Tagaq

Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Love and Food - ed. Elsie Chapman and Caroline Tung Richmond

The Night Tiger - Yangsze Choo

Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls - T Kira Madden

Miracle Creek - Angie Kim

Ayesha at Last - Uzma Jalaluddin

Shout - Laurie Halse Anderson

The Breakbeat Poets Vol. 3: Halal if You Hear Me - ed. Fatimah Asghar and Safia Elhillo

The Tenth Muse - Catherine Chung

This Place: 150 Years Retold - various authors

Kings, Queens, and In-Betweens - Tanya Boteju

Midnight Chicken (& Other Recipes Worth Living For) - Ella Risbridger

Library of Small Catastrophes - Alison C. Rollins

Natalie Tan’s Book of Luck and Fortune - Roselle Lim

No Ashes in the Fire: Coming of Age Black and Free in America - Darnell L. Moore

The Book of Delights - Ross Gay

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle - Stuart Turton

Speak No Evil - Uzodinma Iweala

How We Fight White Supremacy - Akiba Solomon and Kenrya Rankin

A Love Story Starring My Dead Best Friend - Emily Horner

Here and Now and Then - Mike Chen

The Ghost Bride - Yangsze Choo

Red White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston

Becoming - Michelle Obama

The Wedding Party - Jasmine Guillory

Magic for Liars - Sarah Gailey

I’ll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman’s Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer - Michelle McNamara

Brain Fever - Kimiko Hahn

Life on Mars - Tracy K. Smith

Notebooks of a Chile Verde Smuggler - Juan Felipe Herrera

Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude - Ross Gay

Tentacle - Rita Indiana

Hapa Tales and Other Lies: A Memoir About the Mixed Race Hawai’i That I Never Knew - Sharon Chang

Loose Woman - Sandra Cisneros

Duende - Tracy K. Smith

Mostly Dead Things - Kristen Arnett

1919 - Eve L. Ewing

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race - Reni Eddo-Lodge

Negroland - Margo Jefferson

For Black Girls Like Me - Mariama J. Lockington

Super Extra Grande - Yoss

Home Remedies - Xuan Juliana Wang

You Can’t Touch My Hair: And Other Things I Still Have to Explain - Phoebe Robinson

An Anonymous Girl - Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen

The Abundance - Amit Majmudar

I Shall Not Be Moved - Maya Angelou

Helium - Rudy Francisco

Teaching My Mother to Give Birth - Warsan Shire

Tomie - Junji Ito

Everything’s Trash, But It’s Okay - Phoebe Robinson

This Time Will Be Different - Misa Sugiura

Junji Ito’s Cat Diary: Yon & Mu - Junji Ito

Stag’s Leap - Sharon Olds

Black Card - Chris L. Terry

It’s Not Like It’s A Secret - Misa Sugiura

Washington Black - Esi Edugyan

From Here To Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death - Caitlin Doughty

I’m Telling the Truth, But I’m Lying: Essays - Bassey Ikpi

A House of My Own: Stories from my Life - Sandra Cisneros

The Terrible - Yrsa Daley-Ward

The Black Tides of Heaven - JY Yang

The Red Threads of Fortune - JY Yang

Little Fish - Casey Plett

Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion - Jia Tolentino

The Black Condition ft. Narcissus - Jayy Dodd

The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt

Dealing in Dreams - Lilliam Rivera

The Tiger Flu - Larissa Lai

The Island of Sea Women - Lisa See

America is Not the Heart - Elaine Castillo

Feel Free - Zadie Smith

Walking on the Ceiling - Aysegul Savas

My Time Among the Whites: Notes from an Unfinished Education - Jennine Capo Crucet

The Unpassing - Chia-Chia Lin

Maurice - E.M. Forster

Permanent Record - Mary H.K. Choi

The Downstairs Girl - Stacey Lee

Red Dust Road: An Autobiographical Journey - Jackie Kay

The Ungrateful Refugee: What Immigrants Never Tell You - Dina Nayeri

I Married My Best Friend to Shut My Parents Up - Naoko Kodama

Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI - David Grann

Ordinary Light - Tracy K. Smith

Cantoras - Carolina De Robertis

Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness - Susannah Cahalan

How to Be Remy Cameron - Julian Winters

The Marriage Clock - Zara Raheem

Moon: Letters, Maps, Poems - Jennifer S. Cheng

Where Reasons End - Yiyun Li

Pet - Akwaeke Emezi

Meddling Kids - Edgar Cantero

A Lucky Man - Jamel Brinkley

Maiden, Mother, Crone: Fantastical Trans Femmes - ed. Gwen Benaway

What is Obscenity? The Story of a Good for Nothing Artist and her Pussy - Rokudenashiko

The Umbrella Academy Vol. III: Hotel Oblivion - Gerard Way

Who Put This Song On? - Morgan Parker

The Souls of Yellow Folk: Essays - Wesley Yang

Wave - Sonali Deraniyagala

Love War Stories - Ivelisse Rodriguez

Baby Teeth - Zoje Stage

A Fortune for Your Disaster - Hanif Abdurraqib

Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers - Jake Skeets

Dear America: Notes of an Undocumented Citizen - Jose Antonio Vargas

The Marrow Thieves - Cherie Dimaline

Polite Society - Mahesh Rao

Patron Saints of Nothing - Randy Ribay

The Body Papers: A Memoir - Grace Talusan

A Woman is No Man - Etaf Rum

Travelers - Helon Habila

Trust Exercise - Susan Choi

The Silent Patient - Alex Michaelides

The Intuitionist - Colson Whitehead

A People’s History of Heaven - Mathangi Subramanian

The Buddha of Suburbia - Hanif Kureishi

This is Paradise: Stories - Kristiana Kahakauwila

Brood - Kimiko Hahn

Don’t Look Now - Daphne du Maurier

How We Fight for Our Lives - Saeed Jones

I Hope You Get This Message - Farah Naz Rishi

Unmarriageable - Soniah Kamal

Bad Endings - Carleigh Baker

The Water Dancer - Ta-Nehisi Coates

The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick - Mallory O’Meara

Shapes of Native Nonficton: Collected Essays by Contemporary Writers - ed. Elissa Washuta and Theresa Warburton

Harley Quinn: Breaking Glass - Mariko Tamaki

Even the Saints Audition - Rachel Jackson

Slay - Britney Morris

#NotYourPrincess: Voices of Native American Women - ed. Lisa Charleyboy and Mary Beth Leatherdale

The Starlet and the Spy - Ji-min Lee

North of Dawn - Nuruddin Farah

Daisy Jones & The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid

The Drowning Boy’s Guide to Water - Cameron Barnett

They Called Us Enemy - George Takei

Dear Girls: Intimate Tales, Untold Secrets, and Advice for Living Your Best Life - Ali Wong

The Right Swipe - Alisha Rai

Full Disclosure - Camryn Garrett

Searching for Sylvie Lee - Jean Kwok

Gideon the Ninth - Tasmyn Muir

Stubborn Archivist - Yara Rodrigues Fowler

The Wicked + the Divine, Vol. 8: Old is the New New - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

Never Grow Up - Jackie Chan

“All the Real Indians Died Off”: And 20 Other Myths About Native Americans - Roxanna Dunbar-Ortiz

In the Dream House - Carmen Maria Machado

Blame This on the Boogie - Rina Ayuyang

It - Stephen King

Sea Monsters - Chloe Aridjis

My Fate According to the Butterfly - Gail D. Villanueva

The Wicked + the Divine, Vol. 9: “Okay” - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

The Deep - Rivers Solomon

I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl’s Notes from the End of the World - Kai Cheng Thom

Mooncakes - Suzanne Walker

BTTM FDRS - Ezra Claytan Daniels and Ben Passmore

Hot Comb - Ebony Flowers

Notes from a Young Black Chef - Kwame Onwuachi

Bunny - Mona Awad

The Twisted Ones - T. Kingfisher

Shuri, Vol. 1: The Search for Black Panther - Nnedi Okorafor

I Was Their American Dream: A Graphic Memoir - Malaka Gharib

Thick: And Other Essays - Tressie McMillan Cottom

Royal Holiday - Jasmine Guillory

Boxers - Gene Luen Yang

Saints - Gene Luen Yang

Fox 8 - George Saunders

The Memory Police - Yoko Ogawa

Last Day - Domenica Ruta

Wakanda Forever - Nnedi Okorafor

The Revisioners - Margaret Wilkerson Sexton

The Future of Another Timeline - Annalee Newitz

We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir - Samra Habib

Somewhere in the Middle: A Journey to the Phillipines in Search of Roots, Belonging, and Identity - Deborah Francisco Douglas

Crier’s War - Nina Varela

Something in Between - Melissa de la Cruz

The Secrets We Kept - Lara Prescott

The Tao of Raven: An Alaska Native Memoir - Ernestine Hayes

One of Us is Lying - Karen M. McManus

Piecing Me Together - Renee Watson

Binti - Nnedi Okorafor

The Nickel Boys - Colson Whitehead

Recursion - Blake Crouch

Supper Club - Lara Williams

#books #2019 #my lists #year in books

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drabblemesilly · 6 years ago

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Kasperi Kapanen #1 + Auston Matthews #19

Requested by @c-ly-g: Could possibly do a kasperi kapanen imagine where the reader meets the team for the first and is the sister of auston matttews

*Here you go!! I always love writing drabbles where the situation calls for dialogues with the teammates, they’re always so fun to write. I hope you like this one, enjoy!*

Word count: 944

Auston took one look at you and frowned, “no.”

Puzzled, you glanced up at him and asked, “no?”

He nodded, his mouth forming a thin line, “no to this,” he pointed at your crimson colored lips and frowned, “Zach Hyman is in a relationship.”

You flicked a tube of petroleum jelly his way, “stop being an ass,” rolling your eyes, you focused on applying your eyeliner, “I am an adult, number one, and number two,” you watched as Auston checked your hair, “I’m not doing this for Zach Hyman,” you grinned, “I’m doing this for Tyler Ennis.”

Your brother clasped his chest dramatically, “you’re gonna give me a heart attack, woman.”

“He doesn’t look half as bad as you,” you joked, hip checking him playfully.

Auston took out the skillet in the oven and laid it on the counter before giving you a not-so-mean stink eye, “we have the same forehead.”

“I’m gonna tell mami you said that.”

Auston opened his mouth to say something, probably something nasty about your hair, but was interrupted by the front door slamming open.

“Feliz cumplea��os!!!!” you can’t even see the door but you already know that that was Mitch Marner announcing his arrival.

“Oh my god, I think I’m deaf,” muttered someone whose voice you’re not familiar with.

Auston gave you another chastising look before taking off his apron, “behave,” he warned as he moved out of the kitchen to welcome the first of your visitors.

Yours. Not his. It’s your birthday, not his, for the record.

“When did I never?” you grinned at him before poking your head around the corner.

There, bunched by the doorway were three boys looking so much like a three-headed monster carrying various party paraphernalia. Mitch was hoisting a big box of cake and a Maple Leaf-themed piñata, William Nylander had a big gallon of ice cream on his arm, and you could barely even make out Kasperi Kapanen’s face by the way the balloons were covering him.

Tonight is gonna be fucking awesome.

“Thank you for coming,” Auston welcomed them before adding, “you’re an hour early,” he pointed out, taking the cake box from Mitch and giving his teammates those manly one-arm hugs, “you can help me with the tortilla soup.”

“He’s butchering it,” you said, walking out of the kitchen and meeting his team bros, “our mom’s not gonna be happy,” you chuckled before hugging Willy and Mitch at the same time, “I missed you guys, I’m so glad you’re here!”

Peeking out, you smiled at Kasperi, “hi,” you grinned, being the usual friendly girl that you are. It doesn’t help that he is cute.

Where was he the last three years you’ve been visiting? Well, you really can’t say because everyone knows you’ve only ever met Mitch and William.

Auston ushered everyone into the kitchen because, “make yourselves useful, nerds.”

“Happy birthday,” Kasperi whispered, handing you a pack of Vero Mango lollipops, “I heard you liked this.”

“You did not!” you exclaimed, hugging the pack to your chest.

“I did,” he nodded, “enjoy.”

“I will,” you smiled wistfully, “thank you.”

Who can’t say no to chili covered, mango flavored lollipops?

He’s already an A+ in your books. Plus, he’s always looked good on the ice but my goodness, he is devastatingly handsome up close. How dreamy.

And the hair.

It’s official: Kasperi Kapanen has the kind of hair you just want your hands to run through.

And you can’t even start talking about the nose.

“Stop staring,” Willy whispered in your ear, breaking your thoughts, “unless you want hermano to punch my best friend.”

“I’m not and I don’t,” you defended, leaving Mr. Nylander and moving towards where Kappy was helping Auston dice some onions.

“Careful,” you pointed at the onion he was focused on, “I heard they make you cry.”

He chuckled, “there are some napkins over there, wipe my eyes for when that happens?”

“I’ll think about it,” you smiled back, watching him expertly cut the vegetables, “you’ve done this before?”

He nodded once, looking up at you briefly, “your brother might have attempted this a million times before,” he took another bulb of onion, “and I’ve always been the onion guy.”

“I am the onion girl when my mom cooks it for us.”

He grinned, pushing from the counter, “we can be onion buddies then,” he laughed.

You shrugged, “I’ll think about it.”

Out of nowhere, someone flicked a piece of black bean towards you, efficiently hitting your forehead.

You looked up to see your brother, who was across the counter from you, frowning and wiggling his finger.

Just to spite him even more, you leaned closer to Kasperi, elbowing him a little, “so is my brother any good at cooking?”

“We both know he’s not,” he laughed, handing a piece of cheese for you to eat, “I bet you’re better than him.”

“Not as good as mami but I’ll do,” you chewed on your cheese, stopping all the butterflies rioting in your stomach, “why have I never met you before?”

“I’m so in demand, the Marlies used to borrow me all the time,” he continued to joke, referring to his development with the Marlies.

“But you’re with the Leafs now for real, right? And I think you’re doing great,” stroke his ego a little more, why don’t you?

“Aaah,” he whispered, taking a step back like you just stabbed him, his mouth forming into a lopsided smile, “you’re also better at compliments than your brother.”

“Also more good looking,” you snickered.

Kasperi paused his dicing and looked at you, a small smile still on his face, “okay,” he winked, “you’re right about that too.”

#kasperi kapanen #kasperi kapanen imagines #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #drabble #drabbles #my writing #fanfic #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews #auston matthews imagines

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 6 years ago

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Little miracle. // John Deacon x Reader.

I found this photo of John and Robert Deacon in 1981 and just fell in love with it. I know that in that time John had one daughter and two sons, but it felt like this was beautiful. Hope you enjoy it, and happy new year! You have the spanish version under the english one, as always. Requests are open.

Warnings: mentions of sex.

Words: 1,2k

Summary: John misses his family during tour.

1981, the biggest tour of Queen, your husband's band had just started, being United States the first country they would travel from end to end.

- I miss you. - you heard John on the other side of the phone line.

- And we miss you too.

- Is Robert sleeping properly? - Robert was your three-year old son.

- He's doing fine, but he asks everyday if you're going to get home on time to read him his night tale.

- And what do you say to him?

- "Not today, but in some days you will be here".

- And does it work?

- It does for now, but I don't know how much time he's going to buy that. He does realises of what's going on, he's as clever as his dad.

- My child... I miss him so much. - you sighed, you missed him a lot. - Wish I could be here, I don't like to miss the afternoons with him... playing.

- I miss seeing you both running around here...- John made a noises of nodding, you knew he did that because if he spoke he would break down and cry, and he knew how sad you were when that happens. You tried to change the topic.- What time is it there?

- Eight hours less, two o'clock in the afternoon, we ate an hour ago.

- What are your plans?

- Portland, San Diego, Phoenix and four days in Inglewood.

"Four days in Inglewood. That sounded fine."

- What about your next break?

- In September, before we start the european part of the tour. - you stayed quiet, nodding as if he could see you. - (Y/N), I understand USA is far away and Robert it's still little, but the european tour, we could do it the three of us.

- Yes, I think that would be lovely. - you knew how hard it was for John, and you loved travelling with him, and Robert wasn't that little. - John, I'm going to bed.

- Okay sweetheart. I love you very much, you know that, right? - you felt your eyes filled up with tears.

- I have noticed something, yes. - you laughed, trying to hide that you were starting to cry. - I... I love you too.

- Don't cry, please. - your husband was awesome, there wasn't a person on earth that knew you better then him.

- I'm sorry, I just miss you so much...

- And I miss you too, but now you've to get some rest. Talk to you tomorrow.

- Bye, John.

You hung the phone, looking to nowhere you started to think about it again. "Four days in Inglewood". You had plenty of time to buy the plane tickets and be there just before they got there, to surprise John.

Five days after that you were at Heathrow Airport, holding your son Robert's hand and with a suitcase, waiting to check luggage.

- Where are we going, mommy? - you went squatting by his side.

- It's a surprise, I'll tell you in the plane, okay?

You arrived to the check-in counter.

- Mrs. (Y/SN)-Deacon and Mr. Deacon-(Y/SN). - said the lady, you nodded. - enjoy your trip.

Bye kiddo.- Robert said goodbye.

Once the plane started moving you looked ar Robert, who was sat down in the window seat.

- Do you want to know where are we going?- he nodded. - we're going to Inglewood, do you know who's there? - Robert said no with his head. - Daddy!- this answer was very celebrated by your son, who didn't stop asking when would you arrive.

You got off the taxi in the front door of the hotel in which the band was staying in. You showed to the girl on the counter your identification document.

- Good morning, I'm (Y/N) (Y/SN)-Deacon, John Deacon's wife, from Queen. Could you tell me the number of the room he's staying in?

- Mrs. (Y/SN)-Deacon, I have orders of not give that information. - you were going to protest but you heard your name from behind you. It was Brian.

- And we miss him.

- Have a good time. - he winked at you while he walked away.

- Here's the key for mr. Deacon's room. Hope you have a great time here.

You went to room 728 with your son, before you arrived you told him he had to be in silent. You arrived to the room and knocked in the door three times, you heard your husband yell "I'm coming".

When he opened he was in shock for some seconds, until Robert yelled "Daddy", hugging his legs. John looked at you, surprised, with tears in his eyes. He took his son and hugged you both.

- You are here. - he said stroking your face. - the two loves of my life, finally here.

After a while playing with Robert inside the room you went to the stadium where the concert was going to take place. Robert had slept on the plane, but you had been 20 hours without sleeping so you stayed sleeping at John's dressing room while they were rehearsing and looked after Robert. When you woke up you could hear the boys playing. You took your camera from your bag, hoping to get some Deaky souvenirs. The first thing you saw was John, dressed with that t-shirt you had bought him some moths before, bass in hand and whispering to Roger, who was sitting in an amplifier. You captured that moment, to keep it forever.

- What are my two favorite boys whispering?

- We're trying to spend a joke on Roger. - John whispered.

- Oh, okay. - John took Robert to the floor and approached you. You two watched how

Robert run to Roger.

- Are you less tired?

- Yes, I'm fine. - you both looked at Robert.

- I couldn't be happier, my favorite girl and our little miracle here with me. - you looked at John's blue-gray eyes.

- I wanna have another. - you said without thinking, John smiled, excited.

- Another child?- you nodded. - I want too. When do we start trying? - you started thinking, counting days. - menstrual mathematics?- you nodded.

- We could start today. - John smiled, playful.

- Then prepare yourself for tonight. - he said holding your ass.

You spent the day in the arena, the concert (Robert's first concert). After thus Freddie offered you going out to a party.

- I don't think so, Freddie, we want to spend some time alone an the hotel.

- Thank you for the invitation. - you said.

- He fell rendered.- John said while he closed the door room where your son was sleeping.

- It's normal, he haven't slept much, and played a lot at the stadium. - you approached him, putting your hand on his cheek.

- We could play a bit now. - he put that smile, that you knew perfectly what meant.

- What game do you want to play?

- What about creating more Deakys?

- That sounds awesome.

You laid in bed and he got on you, kissing you.

- Let's make another little miracle, Mrs. (Y/SN)-Deacon.

Era 1981, la gira más larga de la banda de tú marido acababa de comenzar, siendo Estados Unidos el primer país que recorrerían de punta a punta.

- Os echo de menos. – oíste a John decir al otro lado de la línea telefónica.

- Y nosotros a ti.

- ¿Robert está durmiendo bien? – Robert era vuestro hijo de tres años-

- De maravilla, pero pregunta todos los días en la cena que si vas a llegar para contarle un cuento.

- ¿Y qué le dices?

- Que hoy no, pero que dentro de unos días…

- ¿Y funciona?

- Por ahora sí, pero no sé cuánto tiempo va a durar. Se da cuenta de lo que pasa, es listo como su padre.

- Mi niño… le echo mucho de menos - tú suspiraste, le echabas mucho de menos. – Ojalá pudiera estar allí, me da mucha pena perderme las tardes de juego.

- Yo echo de menos veros corretear a los dos por aquí… - John hizo un ruido de asentimiento, sabías que lo hacía porque si hablaba podía romperse y llorar, y sabía lo disgustada que te ponías cuando pasaba eso. Intentaste cambiar de tema. - ¿Qué hora es allí?

- Ocho horas menos, las dos de la tarde, hace una hora que hemos terminado de comer.

- ¿Cuáles son vuestros planes?

- Portland, San Diego, Phoenix y cuatro días en Inglewood.

“Cuatro días en Inglewood. Suena bien.”

- ¿Y vuestro próximo descanso?

- En septiembre, antes de empezar la gira europea. – te quedaste en silencio, asintiendo, como si él pudiera verte. – (Y/N), yo entiendo que Estados Unidos está lejos y Robert es muy pequeño, pero la gira de Europa la podríamos hacer los tres juntos.

- Si, me parece bien. – sabías lo duro que era para John, y a ti te gustaba viajar con él y el niño no era tan pequeño. – John, me voy a la cama.

- Vale, cariño. Te quiero mucho, lo sabes, ¿verdad? – notaste tus ojos llenarse de lágrimas.

- Algo había notado. – reíste intentando que no se notara que estabas empezando a llorar. – Yo… yo también te quiero.

- No llores, por favor. – tu marido era increíble, no había persona que te conociera mejor que él.

- Lo siento, es que te echo de menos.

- Y yo a ti, pero ahora tienes que descansar. Hasta mañana.

- Hasta mañana, John.

Colgaste, mirando a la nada volviste a pensarlo “Cuatro días en Inglewood”. Tenías tiempo de sobra para comprar los billetes y personarte allí justo antes de que llegaran, para darle una sorpresa a John.

Cinco días después estabas en el Heathrow Airport, con tú hijo Robert de la mano y una maleta, esperando a facturar.

- ¿A dónde vamos, mami? – te pusiste en cuclillas a su lado.

- Es una sorpresa, cuando estemos en el avión te lo cuento, ¿vale?

Llegaste al mostrador.

- La señora (Y/SN)-Deacon y el señorito Deacon-(Y/SN). – dijo la amable señora. Tú asentiste. – disfruten de su viaje. Adiós pequeño. – dijo cuando Robert se despidió de ella con la mano.

Una vez hubo arrancado el avión te giraste a mirar a Robert, que estaba sentado en el lado de la ventana.

- ¿Quieres saber a dónde vamos ahora? – el pequeño de tres años asintió. – vamos a Inglewood, ¿y sabes quién está allí? – Robert negó con la cabeza. – ¡Papi! – esta respuesta fue muy celebrada por el niño, que no paró de preguntar en todo el viaje si ibais a llegar pronto.

Bajaste del taxi delante de la puerta del hotel en el que se alojaba la banda, sacaste tú tarjeta de identidad y se lo enseñaste a la chica que estaba en el mostrador.

- Buenos días, soy (Y/N) (Y/SN)-Deacon, la mujer de John Deacon, de Queen. ¿Podrías decirme el número de habitación en el que se aloja?

- Señora (Y/SN)-Deacon, tengo órdenes de no dar esa información a nadie. – fuiste a protestar cuando oíste a alguien decir tú nombre por detrás. Brian, para ser más exactos.

- ¿Qué hacéis aquí? – se puso en cuclillas para mirar a los ojos a Robert. - ¿habéis venido a darle una sorpresa a papá? – el pequeño sonrió, contento de ver a Brian otra vez. Brian se dirigió a la chica del mostrador. – Ella si puede pasar, si hay algún problema, es culpa de Brian May. ¿Luego os veo?

- Si, Brian. Muchas gracias.

- Me alegro de que estéis aquí, John lleva unos días decaído, os echa de menos.

- Nosotros también a él.

- Pasadlo bien. – dijo guiñando un ojo, mientras se iba.

- Aquí tiene una llave de la habitación del señor Deacon. Espero que su estancia sea satisfactoria. – dijo la chica del mostrador.

Subiste con vuestro hijo a la habitación 728. Antes de girar el pasillo le hiciste un gesto a su hijo de que debía estar calladito. Llegasteis a la habitación y diste tres toques en la puerta, oíste a tú marido gritar “Ya voy”. Cuando abrió la puerta tardó unos segundos en reaccionar, hasta que Robert gritó “Papi”, abrazándose a sus piernas. John te miró sorprendido, con lágrimas en los ojos. Cogió en brazos a su hijo y os abrazó a los dos.

- Estáis aquí. – dijo acariciándote la cara. – los dos amores de mi vida, por fin.

Después de un rato jugando con Robert dentro de la habitación os fuisteis a visitar el estadio donde se realizaría el concierto. Robert había dormido un rato durante el vuelo, pero tú llevabas casi 20 horas sin dormir, así que te quedaste unas horas durmiendo en el camerino de John mientras ellos ensayaban y cuidaban de Robert. Cuando despertaste se oía a los chicos en el escenario probar sus instrumentos, cogiste la cámara de tu mochila, esperando llevarte algún recuerdo de Deaky de aquellos días. La primera escena que viste fue a John, vestido con esa camiseta amarilla que le habías regalado unos meses antes, con el bajo colgado, susurrando a Robert en el oído, que estaba sentado en la caja de un amplificador. Capturaste ese momento para conservarlo hasta la eternidad.

¿Qué susurran mis dos chicos favoritos?

- Intentamos gastarle una broma a Roger. – susurró John.

- Ah vale, vale. - John bajó a su hijo de la caja y se acercó a ti. Visteis como Robert corría hacia Roger.

- ¿Estás menos cansada?

- Si, ya estoy mejor. – ambos mirasteis a Robert.

- No podría ser más feliz ahora mismo, mi chica y nuestro pequeño milagro aquí. – miraste a los ojos azules grisáceos de John.

- Quiero tener otro. – dijiste sin pensar, John sonrió ilusionado.

- ¿Otro niño? – tú asentiste. – yo también quiero. ¿Cuándo podríamos empezar a intentarlo? – tú te quedaste pensativa, echando cuentas mentalmente. - ¿matemáticas menstruales? – tú asentiste.

- Podemos empezar hoy. – John sonrió, juguetón.

- Pues prepárate para lo que viene esta noche. – dijo agarrando tú culo.

Pasasteis el día en el estadio, el concierto (el primero de Robert), tras este Freddie os ofreció salir de fiesta.

- No, Freddie, nos apetece estar los tres solos en el hotel.

- Muchas gracias por la propuesta. – añadiste tú.

- Ha caído rendido. – dijo John cerrando la puerta de la habitación en la que dormía Robert

- Normal, ha dormido poco hoy. Y jugado mucho en el estadio. – te acercaste a él, poniendo una mano en su mejilla.

- Podríamos jugar nosotros un rato ahora. – dijo con una sonrisa, que sabías perfectamente qué significaba.

- ¿A qué te apetece jugar?

- ¿Qué te parece a hacer más Deakys?

- Me parece fantástico

Te tumbaste en la cama y él se tiró encima de ti, besándote.

- Hagamos otro pequeño milagro, señora (Y/SN)-Deacon.

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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for me it's you, for you it's her

Camila’s always wanted a perfect first kiss, a happily ever after moment give or take. She remembers being eleven years old, her first boyfriend Austin had tried to kiss her on the playground while they were hanging out with about twenty other sixth graders and she has never hopped out of the way as fast as she did then. Because that, a park on a too hot day with a gross sweaty boys wanting to show off to a bunch of other gross sweaty boys that he can kiss her, that isn’t a perfect kiss.

It goes without saying that she also spun her head in the eighth grade when Keaton tried to kiss her in history class. Because seriously? History class? Just because the teacher leaves the room for a minute doesn’t mean he can kiss her, they weren’t even dating, he just flirted with her a lot and she ignored him a lot. Plus she had just seen him kiss Lauren Jauregui the weekend before at a dance and she wasn’t going to lose her first kiss to a boy who was supposed to have a girlfriend, in fact she’d have to tell Lauren Jauregui all about the little stunt.

It was a pretty romantic kiss though. It had been in the middle of “All Back” by Chris Brown, who is a gross singer but the song is romantic and beautiful and Keaton had pressed a chaste, unexpected kiss against perfectly red lips and Lauren had seemed shocked at first, Camila had noted that from where she was sitting on the stage a few feet over from them with Dinah, but once he pulled away after about five seconds Lauren smiled and it was a really pretty smile, so Camila assumed she agreed that it was romantic. She’d learned via instagram later that it was Keaton and Lauren’s first kiss as a couple.

She had felt that familiar pit in her stomach as always when she saw Lauren with anyone but she’d learned to push the thought to the back of her head ever since the first time she felt it.

She didn’t want to watch the kiss either, hadn’t meant to do it because the pit in the stomach kind of felt like her heart had dropped a rock or something like that and that wasn’t exactly a good feeling. But she knew Lauren would smile like that and she really loved seeing Lauren smile like that so she couldn’t force herself to look away.

Her and Lauren had never been too good of friends. Basically every girl in their grade was one big friend group, so the two could hold a conversation if they had too and they ended up hanging out at a lot of the same group hangouts (Lauren is the one who shoved Austin away from Camila, repeating to him that “no means no” and instructing him to apologize for his actions [Lauren was becoming a feminist even in sixth grade]).

They could probably get along great if they tried, Camila knew they had the same favorite bands and singers, watched the same shows, were both obsessed with Cuban food. The only reason they weren’t was because somehow in fifth grade when all the girls kind of split Lauren had stuck with the girls in her neighborhood, Lucy, Alexa, Keana, and Vero, whereas Camila had been better friends with Ally and Dinah and Normani from her neighborhood. So they didn’t dislike each other, just didn’t hangout a lot. Normani walked the line and she was kind of friends with both groups though, so when they went to the monthly dances that the city had for middle schoolers, usually Camila, Dinah, and Ally would join the other group to hangout.

That’s why Camila was present for Lauren’s first kiss. She didn’t know she had a crush on Lauren, she told herself she had a crush on Austin because he had a crush on her and she was straight.

Lauren’s first kiss was the first time Camila questioned that though. She didn’t realize that’s what she was doing but it was. Watching Lauren and Brad kiss was disgusting, painful, the pit in her stomach appeared for the first time and Camila felt herself frowning from where she was watching over Austin as his annoyingly sweaty hands held onto her back, high up because apparently he didn’t want to seem to grabby.

So Camila’s first slow dance with a boy is when things began to change.

Lauren only dated Brad for a month and then she had her friends break up with him for her because apparently he smelled bad. That happened basically the same way in seventh grade with Paul, then in eighth grade with Keaton.

Camila pushed all of those first kisses she saw to the back of her mind because she couldn’t like girls, there was no way. She hadn’t dated anyone since Austin in sixth grade but that was because she was focusing on school.

She finally had to come to terms with her crush on Lauren though at homecoming their sophomore year.

Luckily there had been no first kiss to endure freshmen year because Lauren had been as single as Camila for the whole time, but they still stood near each other at the dances during sophomore year and Camila had to witness Luis’s obnoxious interruption of Lauren jokingly dancing with Keana to a slow song. He had went in for a kiss, and apparently they had been talking or something before the dance, Camila found that out later but she was disgusted at first that a boy could just kiss a girl without permission, especially a boy who was that greasy with a girl who looked like a goddess.

But when Lauren smiled Camila’s favorite smile once they pulled back, Camila figured she misread the situation a little bit. She also figured she was a little bit gay because the damn pit in her stomach felt more like a boulder since the smile was aimed at somebody else.

Junior year, Lauren was still dating Luis. Camila isn’t sure how they lasted so long, he was gross and Lauren was perfect but Camila often caught that smile when they pecked in the hall so she let it go. But this time she didn’t see Lauren and Luis kiss, she saw Lauren see Keana and Luis kiss.

It was in the girl’s bathroom and they were making out for god knows how long but Camila entered the room to see a silent Lauren staring at them with tears in her eyes. They hadn’t noticed her obviously, but they did when Camila went over to smack him in the face for her dream girl.

Luis barely got a word out before Lauren snapped out of it and slapped him as well, before turning and fleeing before those tears could fall from her eyes.

Camila of course followed her out to the parking lot after shooting the two cheaters the dirtiest look she could and caught up to Lauren just in time to catch the sobbing girl as she collapsed. Like Camila said, they weren’t friends but they could get along if they tried. So they try.

Only for that night though. Camila helps Lauren to her car since Lauren had come with Luis and wanted to get away and then Camila drove them to McDonald’s to get nuggets and McFlurries for them. Then she let Lauren cry on her shoulder about how she knew he was cheating but didn’t want to believe it and Camila mumbles back that she deserves so much better (she leaves out the part that she could give her so much better).

And she still feels the pit in her stomach, this time it’s because when Camila offers to go to Dairy Queen for ice cream even though they just had McFlurries and it isn’t because of a kiss but it is that smile that’s been Camila’s favorite since sixth grade. And it’s directed at her.

Lauren comes out as bisexual in the following month. Camila hasn’t talked to her since homecoming night but they’ve sent each other smiles in the hall and the morning after that weekend Lauren had hugged Camila in the hall for one last thank you and Camila had felt her heart explode. Camila sends her a text saying congratulations and how proud she is and Lauren replies about how happy she is to finally have the weight lifted off. Camila wonders how it feels.

That’s the first time she feels a little bit of hope.

Senior year comes around though and still nothing other than smiles in greeting and sometimes a “hey,” in the hallways that makes Camila’s smile increase in ten fold. And Camila’s still unkissed but that doesn’t bother her because as said before Lauren Jauregui greets her in the hall.

Lauren hasn’t dated anyone since Luis, apparently focusing on school and finding herself and softball and Camila is happy because homecoming is coming up and this might mean she never has to see Lauren kiss someone that isn’t her again.

She’s even more ecstatic when her and Lauren get partnered for a project in health. They spend a week of class time working on it and joking together and she really just likes Lauren, like a lot.

And Dinah is convinced that Lauren just has a flirty personality and she doesn’t want Camila getting her hopes up because she knows how much Camila is hurting over this “crush”, but Camila could swear Lauren has been extra flirty with her.

“You going to homecoming this weekend?” Lauren asks out of nowhere, trying to fill the last minute of class with small talk, it’s the Friday before the dance and that means they’re done with their project but Camila doesn’t mind because she has this awful thing called hope.

“Yeah I am, no date but I don’t really need one, I just want to have fun with my friends and maybe find someone to dance with if I can not be the most awkward version of myself,” Camila answer with a smile, blushing slightly because Lauren Jauregui giggles at something she says and Lauren Jauregui giggling has to be the cutest thing in the world.

“Well you certainly shouldn’t have trouble finding someone to dance with if you act as cute as you normally do,” Lauren answers and Camila blushes even more because after seven years of pining after her she just called Camil cute.

“Hopefully you’re right,” Camila grins back and Lauren keeps smiling at her until a second and a half later when the bell rings and they say a quick goodbye and see you tomorrows before leaving school for the better parts of fridays.

Camila knows it wasn’t much but she gets an idea in her head. She’s been talking to Lauren this week and Camila’s bad at reading people but Lauren has seemed flirty and Lauren called her cute and okay it’s a stretch but they’re both single so if they run into each other and they both need someone to dance with? How perfect would that be?

So she starts to think maybe she has a chance with Lauren, with being Lauren’s first kiss for the last time, her last first kiss (which is one of Camila’s favorite One Direction songs so maybe she’s cheesy and listens to that while she puts her makeup on and just hopes). And how romantic would it be to kiss Lauren, who’s she’s been basically in love with since forever for her first and last first kiss?

She didn’t think Lauren had a date.

And she doesn’t, she comes with her group of friends, all of them going stag except for Alexa who’s with her boyfriend but they’ve been dating for years so he counts as being in their friend group.

Camila had went with Dinah and Ally and Normani and none of them brought dates either, so maybe she can linger by Lauren’s friend group and hope that when a slow song comes on Lauren will maybe notice they’re both alone and Lauren will maybe ask her to dance and then maybe the lights will be dim and the music will be soft and maybe Lauren’s lips will be softer (okay probably not since they’re chapped as hell but the point is Camila wants to double check that they’re not soft because some chapped lips can be soft, and hey nothing wrong with chapped lips even if they are rough, it is Lauren Jauregui).

She doesn’t notice how close Lauren and Lucy are dancing, she doesn’t notice their hands becoming linked together, doesn’t think anything of the smiles on their faces because it’s a fun dance and everyone is smiling, and she’s passionately talking to Dinah about how yes glee music is good for the most part but it shouldn’t be played at Homecoming, so she doesn’t notice the slow song start until it’s already on.

Dinah’s the one who notices the slow song, it’s “iT’s YoU” by Zayn, and Camila feels like it might just be the perfect song to finally kiss her favorite girl because to Camila it is Lauren and it’s never been anyone else since sixth grade when she had to watch the girl she was in love with kiss a boy who wasn’t deserving.

So Dinah leaves to go find Normani and then with her scope out Ally and Troy because the smaller girl had asked her to take pictures at a perfect moment, which Camila thought was insanely adorable (especially since it was Troy’s idea), and Camila spun to find the girl of her dreams.

And she sees her right away.

Mainly because Lauren is a few feet from her but also because her smile is bright and big and happy in a room full of people and stands out.

Because her eyes are glistening and they’re such a light, beautiful shade of green that the lights of the room make them sparkle.

Because Lucy is dancing with her and it’s hard to miss the red dress her dream girl’s dream girl is wearing.

And it’s happening again. The pit in her stomach is forming. It’s a pit of false hopes and missed chances and lingering glances and insecurities and dreams of a perfect first kiss and a happily ever after and she can’t look away. No matter how hard she wants to look away, to go find Dinah, to run to the bathroom or to run out the door and never turn back, she can’t do it because Lauren is smiling that smile and after she kisses Lucy she’ll be smiling even brighter and Camila would brace herself but she’s never been able to properly cushion the breaking that’s inevitably about to happen.

Lucy’s the one to kiss Lauren, leaning in with a smile on her face and Lauren as always lets herself be kissed. It lasts the usual five seconds, and when they pull away Lauren is smiling Camila’s favorite smile.

Camila goes to find Ally and Troy because she’s certain Dinah got distracted somewhere and she wants at least one of them to have a happy ever after moment.

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gioia · 7 years ago

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Les Gâteaux de Daisy Day romanzo di Valentina Olivastri 2017

Ringrazio Valentina Olivastri per aver tradotto per il post la sinossi di “Les Gâteaux de Daisy Day”

A sedici anni, nulla funziona nella vita di Daisy Hamilton ma un pomeriggio, guardando la televisione, si innamora pazzamente di un filosofo parigino super figo, Marcel du Lac. In quel preciso istante ha inizio la missione di Daisy: tentare di sedurlo. Nonostante un monte di ostacoli, per riuscire nel suo intento, Daisy inventa mille stratagemmi fino a quando un bel giorno, nel mezzo di Parigi, incontra Marcel, ma l’uomo dei suoi sogni si rivela una totale delusione. Disperata, Daisy si consola con l’amore di sempre: i dolci; e con l’aiuto della sorella gemella Lizzy e di nonna Stella, decide di aprire una pasticceria come non se ne sono mai viste prima a Parigi. Creata come il più romantico dei giardini inglesi con tanto di prato e fiori selvatici al suo interno, Daisy servirà puddings, tazze di tè e Jane Austen in tutte le lingue: dal cinese al basco, dal pashto all’occitanico, e il vero Mr Darcy non tarderà a venire…

Les Gâteaux de Daisy Day is a fresh romantic comedy which explores the ups and downs of being in love. When in 2004 British schoolgirl and cake-addict Daisy Hamilton falls for hip Parisian philosopher Marcel du Lac while watching TV, her life is turned upside down. She begins a single-minded mission which takes her from Cambridge to Oxford to the south of France and ends in Paris. When Daisy’s and Marcel’s paths finally cross, she recognizes that the man holding the key to her future happiness is sadly a jerk. She is heartbroken, and her love for all things French is compromised. Daisy suddenly yearns for lumpy custard and rain-beaten ice cream parlours. Her twin sister Lizzie and formidable grandmother Stella come to her rescue, and Lizzie urges her to embrace serial dating; however, Stella suggests a much more tempting plan: Daisy should open an English cake shop in the heart of Paris. Styled like a wildflower meadow giving the illusion of a picnic in the British countryside, ‘Les Gâteaux de Daisy Day’ is like no other patisserie in the French capital: English cakes and puddings, hot and dark cups of tea and jugs of full fat milk are dished up with generous helpings of Jane Austen in a myriad languages from Chinese and Basque to Pashto and Occitan. Romance is in the air and fashion-mad Lizzie falls desperately in love with a Canadian professor who is passionate about nineteenth-century English literature, while Daisy is swept off her feet by an urban beekeeper, Jean-Paul Busby, half French, half Brit, with a sensitive heart and a fascination for queen bees. Naturally, all ends well in this feel-good modern fairy tale.

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1. How it all began 2. O Lance, where art thou? 3. Switching the box on: a fabulous white-shirted smoothie appears from nowhere 4. ❤❤❤Marcel du Lac for ever: a thousand and one scenarios❤❤❤ 5. From rags to riches 6. We have a Grandma 7. All by myself, I have to be 8. ’S Wonderful 9. I’m officially a bluestocking 10. Unforgettable Paris 11. The Queen Bee 12. Bikinis, macaroons and broken dreams 13. C’est ça: trop yummy pour toi 14. The clandestine baking club: have your cake and eat it 15. What’s it all about? 16. Cakes at the edge of rationality 17. Trading places 18. Let’s get down to it 19. Kiss on my list 20. Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will ‘bee’! 1. How it all began I’ll never forget the first time I fell in love. It was March 3rd, 2002. It was after dinner - bits of meat drowned in a brown liquid, a sea of floating peas and a couple of lifeless carrots. That night, Dad repeatedly subjected Lizzie and me to what vaguely smacked of bedtime reading. We were fourteen years old. Two weird characters going by the unlikely names of Cynewulf and Guthlac hardly proved to be a mood enhancer for two young girls, but Dad wasn’t the least bit discouraged. It was only when we were about to drop off that he changed his tune and marched ahead with another tale: ‘Once upon a time there was a young lad called Horn whose daddy was bumped off by a bunch of guys…’. Ropy enough, but at least this time there was a whiff of action. However, it was during Dad’s final attempt that things unexpectedly took a turn for the better, and one word that sounded as sweet and tempting as a Christmas trifle stuck with me. LOVE. These stories were all about love: falling in love, gutsy love, magical, riveting love. From irresistible passions, huge expectations and great opportunities, to regular girls rolling around with yummy princes and happily scampering off to sandy beaches. “Hang on in there,” I told myself, “this is great stuff.” The tales were incredibly addictive. They were mostly set in Rome and in France (stonking locations I thought) with the odd jaunt to exotic places and my super favourite of all started something like this: far away, in a magical land, there was a wizard called Merlin, a mysterious kingdom named Camelot, a round table and, above all, there was him, the amazing, extraordinary, wonderfully hip ❤ Lancelot of the Lake ❤. Oh my God… The guy was a legend verging on myth and with his cool swagger, he was making news just by showing up in his chainmail under the light of flaming torches. Every page Dad read conjured up a treasure trove full of wonders and filled with impossibly moist chocolate hearts, swan robes and plenty of tasty potions. In this spellbound realm, Lancelot was ready to flex his muscles to save my life and take me away with him. He was my saviour, the one who could do no wrong and as for his previous peccadillos, including mistaking a chick named Elaine for his regular squeeze and bonking her, I could hardly blame him. He had, after all, been under the influence of a particularly cruel spell. For me Lancelot would suffer long and treacherous journeys, crossing swords and defeating the enemy single-handedly just to croon: “Hi, babe, cup of tea or G&T? What do you fancy?” That’s my man, I thought, ever so proud, and pelted him with kisses and Bonne Maman mini jars, strawberry flavour. He was generous, adored my company, and was sensitive to my beauty - *very important* - despite my imprisonment by calories. Size 16, I’m afraid. Lance (we were already on very cordial terms) could brush away the smallest of my problems, infusing my mood with ambitious dreams and lashings of highly quaffable wine. With him I was adventurous, unblushing and goose bumps-prone. I had our life together planned to perfection. What he’d suggest and what I’d reply, what he’d pine for and what I’d offer him; and the procedure could be repeated as many times as I fancied. Of course, I expected nothing less than complete submission from him. No conflicting sets of desire were ever allowed in my fantasy world. All that I needed was the right party invitation, but I’d have no second thoughts about gatecrashing the social milieu, as Dad would say, inhabited by my dazzling knight. Love was my very own Holy Grail, and I was snacking hard on Lance’s stirring exploits. My passion for them was unquenchable, and I constantly asked for more, but Dad wouldn’t have it. “Let’s move on to King Arthur,” he would drone while readjusting the ancient creases of the suit perilously hanging on his rangy frame. “Not him. He’d be a bloody nobody without Lance,” I’d shout. “Without Lance his reputation would be zilch. He’s just a drag with shaggy hair. He has no glamour whatsoever and none of the zippy dialogue. I don’t even know how he got into the plot.” “Nonsense,” Dad would rattle off while casting a glance at his naff footwear. “Arthur was a great King, the one who saved Britain from enemies at home and abroad. It’s your ‘Lance’ who would be ‘zilch’ without him.” “Yeah. Blah, blah, blah.” Nothing was going to spoil my dream. Not that tedious interloper Arthur and certainly not the rubbish comments that Dad was booooooring me to death with. For me only one word counted: ROMANCE. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Yes, I was smitten! When I told Lizzie that I was madly in love with Lance, she wasn’t as thrilled as I was. “Come on, Daisy, get a grip. These stories are complete dross. Move on.” “No way. I’m sure this is what I’ve been dreaming of all these years.” “All these years? You’ve only just turned fourteen.” “So have you.” “Not really. I’m thirteen minutes and five seconds older, remember? I came out first.” “Oh, you and your head start. I’m so impressed.” “You can say it louder if you like. Anyway, point being, Dad is telling you a load of old tosh. Don’t let it mess with your head. I can smell big trouble. Fingers in your ears and do it now.” “I can’t and I won’t. I’ve got to find my twenty-first century Lance,” and beaming with enthusiasm I added, “I know that somewhere I’ll find him…” “Where exactly?” asked Lizzie, wishing she’d never had a sister. In her eyes, I was developing into something bigger than a huge embarrassment. I had already turned into a real pain. “Lance,” I replied, hands on hips, sounding like Mum and Dad, “was raised in an underwater palace by the Lady of the Lake.” “Have you gone completely bonkers?” “Oh, shut up. I know what I’m doing. I mean, I have to look for someone connected with the sea: a sailor, a lifeguard, a scuba-diver. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Even a lock keeper would do.” “Get real, Daisy. This isn’t one of your fairy tales.” “Who are you to say?” “You really are mental.” After some serious lip chewing, I shut myself in my room and sleuthed for ways to get to my Lance. I became ever so busy with my one-off mission and turned into a young Miss Marple minus the curtain twitching. If I were to succeed in my quest, I needed some sort of power just like any respectable pixie. All that I had at my disposal in and out of the house were books. My mind was, therefore, made up. Knowledge, that most mysterious and scary force - I tried not to think of what it had done to Mum and Dad - was going to be the secret weapon for my ultimate homework assignment. Finding love with the capital L! To be continued…

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