little goat

introducing...

me! it's me, chiquitacabrita. (but you can call me cabrita)

i personally would like to think that i'm cool but don't take my word for it. anywho, my ask are very, very open! i mean it, i just started doing this. feel free to suggest something i can write about, give me writing critiques (please be nice, i will cry if you're mean), or even js ask to be moots! i don't currently have any claimed anons so that's open aswell!

♡ boundaries

♡ who i'll write about

black coffee

"how do you drink that shit?" you turned to find the youngest of gryffindoor's red-headed brothers.

"see here's what i do-" you started, clicking your tongue slightly before opening your mouth

"not like that, i'n not that dense." he scoffed as he sat next to you, this was one of the few times you had alone with him.

on the off chance neither of you could sleep you get the great hall almost an hour early, just sitting at the empty gryffindoor table. this is when you two really are together. this is when you two notice everything. his dark circles, your coffee-stained teeth, the mini-break out beneath his shaggy bangs, the scratch on your eyebrow from your care of magical creatures book. and somehow you two still seem to think nobody is more beautiful than the other.

"well i'm not sure, ronald. you seem to lack the understanding of certain very simple tasks." you smiled up at him

"oh shove off. that was one time."

"it still happened. you sure you dont want a go at it?" she asked him, offering her mug of coffee to him.

"godric, no. you don't even put half a cube of sugar in that disaster." he chuckled. "thanks for the offer though."

you shrugged "s'the least i can do when you put like eight cubes of sugar and a quart of creamer in yours. your not even drinking the coffee!"

"i do to! i just don't want to drink the monstrosity in that mug of yours." he said checking the clock, it's almost time for everyone else to get here. he's almost out of time.

"y'know, maybe i'll try it.. if, and only if! you come to hogsmead with me? just us?" he said, just above a whisper.

"you- i- alright. i'll go with you. you better not chicken out then." she laughed

"wow, you don't have to sound so unenthusiastic about going with me." he shot back between laughs

"wait hold on let me try again then.." you cleared your throat, pinching the air with your hands and letting out a deep breath "oh of course i'll go with you ronnikins!" you shouted, leaning on his shoulder, draping an arm over your forehead

"alright, alright shut up." he pushed your head off him, laughing.

now you know

you thought he knew. you thought he knew and never acknowledged it because he didn't feel the same way. it killed you that you were waiting for something and knew that nothing was coming.

he thought that he wasn't your type. so he kept it hidden.

everyone else thought that you were dating. so it came as a shock when dean and seamus hear

"i don't think she even likes me like that."

"what?! we thought you were dating and just never said anything!"

"no way! she's amazing, brilliant actually. and she's uncommonly kind, and on top of that she's gorgeous!" he ran a hand through his hair

"neville you're an actual idiot." his friends shook their heads. "she's in love with you! she looks at you with actual hearts in her eyes. seriously, i've seen it."

"oh my godric. are you serious?" he looked up at them

"like a heart attack." dean sighed at his friends ability to be so smart yet so stupid

"well, what do i do?" neville raised his voice slightly

"just- you should tell her." seamus suggested

"when? how? i need to plan that stuff out!"

"right now, actually. like right now, right now."

"okay.. i can do that. i have to go." he got up, grabbing his papers and booking it out of the library.

he has never cared so little about the weird looks he got scrambling through the halls to get to the black lake.

"y/n!" you whipped your head around to find neville longbottom, your bestfriend of four years, sprinting straight towards you.

"neville? what are you- oh my godric!" you yelped as he finally got to you and picked you up off the ground enough to spin you around. "what are you doing?" she shouted and laughed

as he put you down, he straight into your eyes stammering and stuttering

"slow down! what are you even saying?" she smiled, trying not to blush

"i'm in love with you. you're so wonderful, and you're so special to me and i just needed to tell you before i got to nervous about it." he said trying to catch his breath

"nev! shh!" she covered his mouth before he could keep talking so she could process what he was saying. his eyes widened, this was it. he's lost you. well, that's what he thought. but after about five seconds you uncovered his mouth and smiled before pulling him into a kiss

masterlist !

youtubers

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harry potter era

george weasley:

hot chocolate

neville longbottom:

now you know

ron weasley:

black coffee

mauraders era

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pitch perfect

hot chocolate

making your way down the common room steps at this hour was a challenge in itself. they were thousands of years old, any attempt to try not to make any noise was entirely futile. you cringed before each step, trying not to make too much noise. and as you finally got off the steps...

"what are you doing down here?" an all too familiar voice whispered. you gasped and whipped your head to the left.

"george!" you whispered, walking towards him

"can't sleep?" he asked and offered her some of his hot chocolate

"is it obvious?" you sat next to him on the couch, taking a sip from the burgundy mug.

"incredibly. you know, you're grades are going to start slipping if you don't start getting enough sleep." he said matter-of-factly despite having some.. interesting grades in most of his classes.

"oh shut up, you're in no position to talk." you said smiling and handing the mug back to him

"i never said i was a genius. i can't help how brilliant and amazing and wonderful and great and amazing and wonderful i am."

you scoffed back at him "you just called yourself amazing and wonderful twice in one sentence ."

"once isn't enough" he shrugged as you shook your head.

"you know, if you weren't so full of yourself, girls might actually like you." you whispered

"plenty of girls li-"

"any girl fred's set you up with doesn't count." you interrupted and he chuckled

"maybe, i only want one girl to like me." he shot back.

but before you could say anything, a head poked out from the boy's staircase.

"would you two shut up? it's like, 2:30!" the voice whisper-shouted.

"sorry!" we whispered back.

after the door shut he looked back at you,

"what was it you were saying?"

who i will write about:

youtubers that i know enough about

harry potter characters

mauraders era characters

boundaries ;

i'm alright writing fluff, smut, or angst but i will not write anything that includes drugs heavier than weed, tobacco, or alcohol (ex. hallucinogenics, narcotics, etc.)

i will not write about daddy/mommy kinks, excrement (scat/piss) kinks, or kinks which ellude to inhumane or illegal fantasies.

i will also not write about particularly sensitive topics (ex. miscarriages, abuse of any kind, or suicide)

don't call me any weird nicknames or say anything inherently weird about me. i am 15. just because i may write about more "adult" topics does not mean i'm comfortable being perceived in the same way.