Tashewa

“___! ___!!!” A whiny cry filled my ears. I knew that shrill anywhere and it was coming in fast. Before I could react when I turned around, I was tackled down by a shade of blue. Un-kept auburn hair covered my face along with a single curled cowlick that tickled my nose. He shivered so violently that I thought I was in the middle of an earthquake. And boy, how symbolic that was going to be. “Feli, get off!” I struggled myself out of the man’s grasp. He was an inch taller than me; a full grown adult that behaved like a child. “You’re squishing me!” Feliciano lifted himself to look at me, but did

-Romano x Reader- Chapter One (Name) held the plaque in her hand, examining the letters carved into the golden stainless steal board as the elevator took her to the 5th floor of the building. (Name) (Last Name) Department E, Section 5, Row 10 Her finger tips grazed against the cool metal, dipping in the carved letters. The elevator stopped and a small sound was made before the doors opened. Her eyes scanned what was in front of her as she stepped out of the elevator. A simple white wall with a small notice attached to it. A slim counter was also attached to the wall, containing pamphlets and small paper cups. A large water dispenser was o

    Gripping my scheduled tightly in my hands, I sat down next to my friend, Gilbert, at the Slytherin table. "So, who is taking Divination this year?"    "Why would you even take that class? What do you have to gain from some mystic mumbo jumbo," Asked Emil, who was sitting a couple feet away on my left.    "Maybe I don't necessarily believe in it, but it's pretty interesting? Anyways, what else was I going to take for an elective? Muggle Studies?" Emil gave me a slight grin, while Gil snored. "Isn't your 'big brother' in it?"    "Don't call him that," Emil huffed and looked away. "And what does that have to do with anything?"    "I

  You were walking alone to school, like usual and everyone snickered at you. The goth freak that always was the outsider. Your reasoning was because when you were 5, your parents had a divorce and you promised to never love anyone ever so your heart won't ever be broken like your dad's. You took your seat in class and so you read your favorite book, (favorite book), and a boy walked in. You looked up and he waved to you but you looked away immediately because you didn't want him to come over.  "Why are you avoiding me eyes, bella?" The boy asked, you jumped from your seat from fear. Everyone laughed at you, you walked out of the

“Artie!” “Bloody hell love, I told you not to call me that,” said Britain responded in irritation, though a smile resisted his attempt to be angry as he turned to face the (h/c) haired girl calling to him. “Aw, but Artie,” you whined trying to pout, only to fail as a giggle escaped your lips and a happy smile graced your face. You couldn’t help but tease him, it was too much fun. Plus, there were very few people you could get away with teasing, and you took any chance given to do so. It was the only time you were able to turn the tables and poke fun at someone else instead of being at the receiving