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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 11 days

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

CHAPTER 20 - A Nice Outing

We bolt to Jenevelle’s room to make sure she’s alright after the ritual, but it seems she’s not affected whatsoever; in fact, she’s sound asleep in her crib. I can’t help but wonder what she’s dreaming about and if she slept through the entire thing.

“I was worried she would scream and cry,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off her. Her soft snores are delicate and somewhat comforting. Her cheeks seem to be dry, no indication that she was woken up or cried, even just a little. “Those flames were loud, warm, and a little horrifying.” Gale rubs my upper back with his hand.

“I’m glad she’s okay. She’s even smiling in her sleep. I wonder if she also felt the same sense of tranquility that we felt once it was all over.” He turns to face me and smiles, his eyes twinkling as if he’d been crying or fighting the tears to come.

“Are you alright?” I ask him, trying to figure out the tears in his eyes. I hope they’re happy tears.

“We did it. We gave up so much. I gave up my goddess…” He clears his throat and wipes the tears running down his cheekbones. “Not a circumstance I ever expected to be in, but we’re at least free of Raphael. We have our baby who won’t ever get sick or die for that matter. I feel at peace.” He takes my hand and kisses it with gentle intimacy, keeping his lips on my flesh for a long moment. “I thought I’d be angry. I thought I’d hate the idea of never aging, as absurd as that sounds. No. I feel an intense amount of contentment as if all negative feelings have been vacuumed out of my spirit.” He’s right. It’s an incredible sensation. I no longer feel the misery of anxiousness or any unbearable memory lingering in my mind. While I feel just an ounce of guilt for leaving my goddess, I also feel bliss. As these strange emotions swirl inside me like a tornado, I still manage to gaze deep within Gale’s eyes right before pressing my lips against his. His lips are so tender as I hold them with mine for a few moments. When I release, he smiles at me, completely speechless, but pulls me in once more in an embrace.

“Oh, how I love you so much. We should celebrate,” he marvels beamingly as his eyes light up.

“While I’d love to participate in exciting festivities, it is rather late and everyone else is probably asleep by now. Plus, we should keep it discreet, at least for now.” He nods in agreement then proceeds to take my hand, nodding his head toward the door suggestively. We quietly tiptoe out of Jenevelle’s room and amble to ours, closing the door behind us once we make it. I inhale the fresh scent of pine coming from the outdoors, which I realize now that our bedroom window is open. I’m not complaining about the irresistible scent. Gale begins to remove his clothing so we can get comfortable in bed, and I can’t help but hold my gaze on him, admiring every inch of his body. There’s something so ridiculously attractive about this nerdy wizard, and I can’t get enough of him. A tingling urge within me causes me to get a feeling of arousal, and I think Gale knows it. He catches me staring at him and smirks, and it appears I have his undivided attention.

“Am I sensing sexual desires?” he asks amorously as he tosses his underwear in the woven basket. Instead of responding, I slowly inch my way toward him and press my nude body against his, wrapping my arms around his bare neck. He chuckles and places both of his hands on my waist, leaning in to kiss me passionately. It feels nice to connect with him on such an intimate level, especially since we haven’t done it in a few weeks.

“I have it on good authority that you are all mine tonight.” His voice is so low and quiet as he speaks into my ear, causing goosebumps to appear all over my body. As our bodies get heated, he pushes me gently onto the bed, kissing me down my torso until he reaches an end. I grip the sheets with my hands as my body relaxes, feeling multiple sensations of divine pleasure.

I wake up that morning with a smile on my face as the morning sun arises and gleams through our window. I stumble out of bed, not fully awake though I still feel incredible like never before. My body feels brand new and nourished in so many ways. Gale is either asleep or pretending, but I quietly step out of the room to grab Jenevelle and get her dressed and fed for the morning. I sit down on the couch and remove my top, feeding my happy little one. Tara approaches as I do so and sits down next to me, a look in her eye that seems ecstatic and grateful at the same time. She seems to be thrilled still knowing that we won’t ever be leaving her side.

“Good morning, ladies. How does it feel? Being an immortal now?” Her voice is full of life as she stares out the window. I stare admirably as well, noticing the petunias outside growing beautifully.

“It feels different but yet…the best I’ve ever felt. I wish there were words to describe it. I feel healthy. Powerful.”

“Oh grand! You’ll get used to it. When – sorry, if – you get into another troublesome encounter, you’ll feel unstoppable. And how is the little one today?”

“She seems to be doing fine. Happy as ever, no fussiness. Then again, she’s always been a pretty content baby.” I watch Jenevelle finish nursing, her loving eyes staring right into mine. “I just hope we made the right choice.”

“You did everything you could. It was the only choice you could make without losing that baby. Oh! I also got in contact with several of your companions for a dinner party tonight. You better go pick out your best outfit.” Oh Tara, always full of surprises.

“Wait, at our house? That’s such short notice. We have to cook so much–”

“No, silly. I made everyone reservations at that fun restaurant down the road that Gale took you to a few weeks back. All the singing and dancing and what have ya. You should have seen the look on the staff’s face when I flew in there. I bet they don’t see a tressym come in there every day.”

“Let alone making reservations for a party of people. Well, I appreciate you Tara. A get-together is well needed. Thank you.”

“My pleasure!” She flies off to who-knows-where and I can’t help but roll my eyes. She’s always up to some shenanigans, though she most certainly means well. I sit here enjoying the quiet and bright morning with my baby girl, feeling tranquility as I admire the neverending fields in front of me. The large doors are wide open so I can take it all in. Waterdeep is exquisite.

Gale makes his way into the living area, watching me stare outside. I can hear his footsteps approach me, and his body standing behind mine.

“Good morning my love.” He plants a gentle kiss on the top of my head, then peaks at Jenevelle who is snuggled in my arms. “And good morning to you, darling.” I hand her to him and he proceeds to gently bounce her in his arms, smiling as she reaches for his hair. Out of nowhere, a sudden overpowering urge to destroy is taking over me; and this feeling is very unfamiliar. I only have the urge to fight evil and all demented creatures, of course, but it’s strange nonetheless. Is this part of becoming an immortal? Does this happen to every immortal being?

Images of goblins being destroyed replays through my mind over and over, along with the visualization of Gortash’s lifeless body melting into a repulsive goo. Oh, how I wish I could rip apart Orin again and watch her burn to nothing but ash again. I smile at the thought of Ketheric’s skull being bashed into the ground like butchered meat. What’s wrong with me?

“Yoo-hoo! Emmy!” Tara’s voice snaps me out of this strange dissociation as a plate of breakfast is placed in front of me at the table. I don’t even remember coming to sit down over here.

“Thank you for the breakfast, honey,” I tell Gale as I begin to indulge. He sits down across from me and Jenevelle is lying on the play-mat right next to the table. He smiles, but then raises an eyebrow in concern after he notices my strange behavior.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course! I zoned out thinking about how I miss adventuring. Just having some flashbacks. Don’t worry, I much prefer the life we have now.” I’m not exactly lying. I do wonder, however, if Gale is getting these same spontaneous urges.

“Well, if you ever need to get it out of your system, just say the word. I’m sure Karlach wouldn’t mind babysitting while you kick some arse.” I smile, thankful for such a kind husband I have in my life and the unconditional love he has for me in his heart. Always.

Off with the shitty goblins. Set fire to the Absolute cultists. Dig through the guts of Orin for her netherstone. Fighting for victory. Fighting to save Faerȗn and the people who live here.

Why won’t these thoughts just fade away? It’s been nearly two years since I’ve had to fight my way to where I belong. Maybe Gale is right – I need to fight and get it out of my system somehow.

Hours pass and Gale and I get ready for our night out, as well as Jenevelle since she will be joining us this time. This will be her first outing, and I’m so excited to see what Gale has planned for her outfit. I told him he could pick it out. I’m also thrilled to see my friends again, though it’s become a regular occurrence since I see them all quite frequently now, most of them residing here in Waterdeep. My best friends, no doubt.

I finish putting on my favorite maroon silk dress that has laced floral sleeves covering my arms. My makeup is soft yet ravishing, and I can’t help but feel even more beautiful than before. Maybe I’m just obsessing over being immortal. My chocolate brown curly hair is pinned back into an updo, my lips are plastered with clear gloss, and my brown eyes are popping graciously thanks to my black winged eyeliner. I smile at myself in the mirror, feeling an overwhelming but needed sense of ecstasy. I toddle out of the bathroom, noticing Gale getting Jenevelle changed and cleaned up for her first little outing. He’s in his dapper turquoise suit, and I can’t help but stare at his handsome self.

“Well, a downside of being immortal is the fact we’ll have to change diapers. All the time. Forever. Gods,” Gale groans, followed with a sigh. “Oh well. The least of our concerns. The outcome could have been much worse otherwise.” He turns to face me, noticing my elegant look as I step into the room. His jaw drops and it’s like his piercing stare was stroking me. “Oh wow. That’s…that’s my wife. You look incredible.” I blush and bite my bottom lip as I smile, nearly speechless.

“And I can say the same about you.” I lean in to kiss his perfect pink lips. I touch his cheek with my left hand, feeling the soft texture of his beard on my flesh. “Shall we go then?”

{check out the entire fanfiction in my pinned post}

Photos below are them about to go out for their outing. They’re bringing the baby! 🧸💛

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #karlach #dnd #astarion #dungeons and dragons #shadowheart #wizard of waterdeep #rizzard of waterdeep #ao3 #fanfiction #bg3 fanfic

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fangirlshrieks · 3 years

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Spring Break part 1

a/n: This is my first official post on here and I don't know how it will turn out. Tik Tok really made me obsessed with Harry Potter 😭. Now I am a simp for Neville. I got a soft spot for quiet, nerdy, shy, and subby boys. I don't usually write fanfiction because my ideas are usually super long and I have no time to write them out but I decided to write this one. I will also be posting this on my wattpad account. I read @omg-imatotalmess sub!Neville fic back in December and I've been obsessed with the idea of Neville being a sub. *internally screaming*

Part 1, Part 2, part 3

Word count: 2,519

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader

Warnings: Mensions of sex, Innuendoes, mentions of plant boy's insecurities

The sunlight intruded through your dorm room windows. It shined at just the right angle so the light hit your eyes, abruptly waking you up. In annoyance your turn onto your stomach and bury your head under your pillow desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep but the memory of it being the last day of school before spring break entered your mind. You peaked from under your pillow to check the time. It was around 7:05. You huffed. It was too early to get up. Unable to go back to sleep with the light in your eyes you reluctantly got up out of bed and got ready for the day. You could hear the deep snores of your dorm mates sleeping quietly as you got ready. It was times like these where you enjoyed getting up earlier than everyone else. There was always a sort of peace before the hustle and bustle of everyone rushing to the bathrooms to find a mirror or use the sinks. You made sure to be as quiet as possible. Having gotten ready you decide to head to the great hall for breakfast.

Sitting down at the Y/H table you grabbed a toast and some butter and jam. There were a few students around but not enough to fill the hall with loud noise. None of your friends were up yet, that's for sure, so you scanned the room to see if your boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, was there.

'Who am I kidding he's probably still asleep too' you thought.

But just as you turned to eat your food, Neville had entered the great hall. He spotted you and quickly walked over to where you were sitting.

"Hello love" he gave you a quick peck on the top of your head before sitting down next to you.

"What are you doing here so early?" His tone is full of amusement, knowing you aren't normally one of the first students to enter the great hall in the morning.

"I could ask you the same thing" you said, giving him a teasing look.

"Well I couldn't really sleep last night. Too excited for holiday, I guess." He responded with a bit of nervousness in his voice. You didn't seem to notice however.

"Well I was rudely interrupted from a wonderful sleep by a disgusting thing called sunrise." The sarcasm in your voice made the two of you laugh slightly.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to sleep in."

"It's fine. That just means I get to spend more time with you today." You said nudging him with your shoulder. "By the way did you ever tell your gran that I would be visiting the two of you at the lake house."

Neville's grandmother was invited by an old friend to stay with her at her lake house. The lake house was relatively close to where you lived in London but it was obviously in the wizarding world. You had asked Neville about two weeks ago if you could visit him and his grandmother while they were there. You had never been to a lake house before and you wanted to spend your first Holiday with him as his girlfriend since you two had got together.

You had only been going out since December but you had been friends since 1st year. When his grandmother heard the news about the two of you finally becoming an official couple she was ecstatic. She always believed there was something more between the two of you. Even when you were in your previous relationship with a boy from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic your fourth year, there was always something there but neither of you believed that other could ever like you in that way. But after you broke up with your ex at the end of your fourth year, the tension between you and Neville was undeniable. It was not until the start of 6th year after Neville had an encounter with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic and it was revealed that Voldemort had returned that you and Neville had actually acted on your feelings. Now here you are actually together.

You had visited him and his grandmother before during other school breaks but only every as a friend. This time would be different. Your mind sometimes wondered about taking your relationship to the next level but you only ever mention that once before and Neville seemed nervous the entire time so you dropped the subject. You assumed it was because he was a virgin and unfortunately to your dismay it was a well known fact that you had lost your virginity to your ex who had bragged about it when you were a couple (but that is a story for a later time).

"Oh yeah." He seemed anxious and grabbed a toast to shove in his mouth to try and drown the worry in his voice, but it didn't help. "Gran said you are welcome anytime."

"Perfect."

More students started filling the hall as you finished your breakfast. Dean and Seamus had also entered the hall and made their way towards the two of you.

"Hey guys." Neville greeted them.

"What are you two love birds talking about?" Dean said while leaning over your shoulder.

"Just making plans." You said nonchalantly as you turned your head towards him.

"Plans for Holiday I assume?" Seamus piped in with a raised eyebrow. From behind your back, Neville gave him a look almost as if he was pleading with him not to make any inappropriate jokes.

"Yes, actually" you answered.

Seamus pushed on, "Care to elaborate?"

"I'm sorry, but I actually have to pack, which I would advise you three to do the same." You turned back to Neville. "I'll meet you at the Entrance Hall so we can head towards the Express together, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan." And with that Neville watched you headed towards your dorm to pack.

He was thankful you left before Deam or Seamus could mention anything about what had happened last night. The three of them all walked over to the Gryffindor table to eat.

"So you and y/n are you and going to be sharing the same room?" Seamus asked.

Neville choked on his juice he was drinking and coughed a few times before finally recovering.

"Relax mate, it's natural to be nervous your first time." Dean added.

"I already told you too, me and y/n are not doing anything during break. She's just visiting me and gran for a day." Neville had a slight red hue over his cheeks.

"Alright, alright " Dean said amusingly.

"But just so you know spring break is when couples usually…" Seamus didn't get to finish.

"I get it, Seamus! Do you have to be so loud?" Neville cut him off. "I think I'm going to go pack now, see you guys later."

"Just remember to pack the rubbers Seamus gave you." Dean laughed under his breath.

Of course how could Neville forget the rubbers.

------ The night before in the boys dormitories ------

"Yeah, it's going to be great. Y/N is joining me and gran for a day at the lake house. It will be nice to not be the only person my age there. Plus I can show Y/N all the cool plants around the lake." Neville was beaming talking about his plans for Holiday with you and his grandmother. His smile was radiant and by the expression on his face you could totally tell he was smitten by you.

"Wait let me get this straight. Y/N is going to be staying at your grandmother's lake house with you." Dean was trying to make sense of the situation.

"Technically it's my gran's friend's lake house."

"That doesn't matter." Seamus said bluntly. "The fact is you and Y/N are going to be at a lake house together during spring break."

"What are you going on about?" Neville was completely dumbfounded about what was wrong with the situation.

"Seamus, will you just tell him."

"I got a better idea." Seamus walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. He searched inside for a small box. Once he found it, he grabbed it, and threw it towards Neville. When it landed on his bed, Neville grabbed the box and read what it was. He saw the figure on the box was a warrior and the name 'Trojan' written at the very top. His eyes widened and he immediately fumbled the box before he dropped it. He could feel his cheeks warm up as Dean and Seamus laughed at his reaction.

"Wh.. Where did you get those?" Neville distanced himself from the condoms.

"It doesn't matter." Seamus said, still laughing.

"Are you serious? I can't take those with me." Neville was embarrassed for having never even thought that something like that would happen while on Holiday with you. "Wait, this trip isn't even about that. Me and Y/N haven't even done anything yet. I haven't even done anything yet!" Seamus insinuation had clearly caused Neville to freak out and rethink his entire plan of having you visit him during break.

"Chill out mate." Dean was trying not to laugh but it wasn't really helping.

"Mate we know it’s your first time, we just thought you could use some pointers." Seamus suggested.

"I really don't think that's necessary. We're not going to…" this time Neville was cut off by Seamus.

"Listen, when you put the condom on make sure you pinch the top so there is a bit of room there and then roll it down. If you don't it just might break and we don't want that happening do we."

"Also don't forget to use a new one every time. Apparently they are not reusable." Dean chimed in.

Neville was in shock and the color of his face matched the color of his house's signature color.

"Please stop." He was pulling at his hair in agony.

"We're just trying to help a friend out." Seamus said smugly.

"This isn't helping. This is making it worse." Neville shoved his head in his pillow from embarrassment.

The other boys continue to laugh. Neville, extremely embarrassed by his friend's insinuation, tried to come up with a reason to leave his dorm and got up and grabbed the closet textbook near him.

"Uhh... I forgot I need to catch up on my studies" and with that he rushed to the Gryffindor common room.

At this time at night the common room was empty. Only the fireplace lit the room with a warm glow. He sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and ran his fingers through his hair to ease his nerves.

"How could I be so stupid?" He asked himself aloud.

The signs had been there all along. He just hadn't put all the pieces together until now. You had originally asked him if you could spend the night at the lake house but he didn't understand why at the time because you lived close by. Then there was the conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago. You had asked Neville how he had felt about moving your relationship on a more intimate level and he had completely freaked out by the sudden suggestion. He had certainly thought about you in that way occasionally (even before the two of you were officially together) but he never imagined it to ever come to fruition. Then when the two of you had finally gotten together, he felt inadequate in that particular area because he had never been with anyone romantically. He was relieved when you dropped the subject but knew it would be a topic to come back again.

He also noticed how touchy you had become lately in private. You two were definitely not a pda couple but preferred to show your love to one another in private. Neville thought back to the time last week when it was just the two of you sitting by the lake while he read you a chapter in his herbology book. The two of you had sat right under a tree and you had sat next to him leaning your head on his shoulder and placed your hand on his thigh.

As he read to you, your hand slowly made its way higher and higher towards the area between his legs. At first he was completely oblivious to your actions until he had set his book aside from in front of him and noticed how close your hand was to his crotch. It had made him freeze and he felt his face heat up. You had looked up at him and leaned in to give him a kiss which eventually turned into a heated make out session. Neville couldn't recall how you ended up on top of him or how your hands had slipped under his shirt but they did. He untimely stopped the moment when his crotch was becoming increasingly annoying as you rested your weight on him. He sensed that you had felt a little disappointed despite your reassuring words.

Neville rubbed the back of his head in frustration as he recalled the memory. He didn't want to stop but his insecurities got the best of him. He remembered how self conscious he felt when you started to rub up and down on his chest and stomach. Neville knew he did not have the most muscular built nor was he very slim. He often wondered what you even saw in him.

He hated when he started to overthink. He quickly shut out those thoughts and ended up thinking about you and your smile. How he loved your smile and how bright you beamed every time you looked at him like he was the greatest person in the world.

"That has to count for something right?" He whispered to himself.

'Wait what if she does want to have sex this week?' He pondered on the possibility.

His mind wondered about the idea of losing his virginity to you and smiled to himself as another thought entered his mind.

You were riding him like your life depended on it. It was really a sight for sore eyes and he found himself more open to the idea. Then his eyes went wide with the sudden realization that he doesn't really know anything about the female anatomy. He didn't really know where his penis was supposed to enter or where the clit was. At this point he had wished there was some sort of sex education at Hogwarts.

His nerves seemed to oscillate from high to low with his constant thinking.

"This is going to be a long break." He said to himself rubbing his temples.

That night he kept twisting and turning in bed and couldn't get much sleep. He ended up sleeping for only 4 hours and was woken up by the sunshine entering the windows. He reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

Heading out of Gryffindor tower he left towards the great hall for breakfast.

a/n: Hoped you like it. 😊

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cadaceus · 3 years

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C2E135

The dungeon crawl (and, quite honestly in my eagerly nerdy opinion, lore crawl) continues this week as well. We got some really nice moments and some interesting tidbits that are making me ever more curious about Aeor (despite the pressing time concerns and tensions!) Below are my full liveblogs for Campaign 2, Episode 135 of Critical Role but do beware of spoilers!

- OH GOD NO NOT NEW EYES RIGHT OFF THE BAT

- And Caleb’s is right on his palm too, oof... I wonder if the different placements hold any different meanings with the eyes?

- “I heard that and I taught it to him” ESSEK 💀

- Beauyasha calling each other “babe” and “baby” is so cute, I still can’t believe that this ship is canon and we get to hear them call each other adorable pet names and openly admire and be in love with each other every week (yes it’s 1am, yes I am emotional)

- So, something came into the ground and then blew it up from the inside out? Hmmmm.... I am thinking thoughts.....

- Is this Essek’s first decent roll? I’m so proud, he’s come so far :’)

- The creation of the pantheon.... the Somnovum breaking rules(?) for their research and being banned from the Genesis Ward because of it.... a “Hammer of Creation” project (maybe the aeormatons?)..... the finding of a relic (Luxon?) along with some necromancy work (ie that gemstone in the Eiselcross pilla earlier LOL).... someone please take me to this library

- wizards............

- REST IN PEACE CHARLIE

- Trying to pay attention to whatever Devexian is saying while my dog insists on being let in and out of my room at 2:30am.... bby I love you but please

- Why is Devexian so bitter against the Cognouza Ward?? I wonder why their survival is a “cruel joke” as he said...

- Jester is so stressed she really wants to get to Lucien and I agree but for some reason I’m not feeling the same urgency as I was in previous episodes (could be that it’s the middle of the night dghdjkl)

- “Your hair begins to drift... those who have it, sorry” MATT DFGHJDK

- Dunamis?!?! Guys, what if there is a beacon in this chamber.... 😱

- Fjorester/Willingblam reenacting the “I love you” “I know” scene (jokingly) is very iconic of them I think

- HIS HAIR IS BACK LET’S GO HGSDJHKFJ... rip bald fjord though, the memes were fun while they lasted

- Whoa, it counts as a long rest?? That’s so crazy, also kind of reassuring but I’m worried about possible side effects of it....

- Ohhhhh that rejuvination chamber had to do with dunamis, oh my god

- Caleb reminding Essek to hold off until later, just as Essek did for him earlier.... the wizards keeping each other in check despite their personal ambitions and curiousities…. idk why I’m so emotional over this but I am

- Essek giving the mini beacon to Caleb, and saying “There’s two, isn’t there?” 😭

- INITIATIVE BABEY!!!

- Hearing the DM go “oh, shit” about a damage roll against you is never an ideal situation dnklfk...., poor Yasha someone please save her ohmygods

- JESTER USING THE WAND OF SMILES ON THIS MANY MOUTHED CREATURE LMAO I LOVE HER

- Rip Yasha’s ribcage off?? Ummmmm please no kind monster sir please

- wizards flirting 👀 we got a small little feast this week and i am Soft for it

- Ooh, so we’re ending tonight on a bit of a cliffhanger then as they float down further into Aeor... I can’t wait to see what happens! I can’t believe I actually managed to stay up until 4am to watch this, but I think it’s best that I go to bed now lol... BUT it was entirely worth it, and I liked the almost lighter? Tone of this episode after the stress and tension of the past few weeks’. Until next time though, I love you all, and is it Thursday yet?

#critical role #cr spoilers #c2e135 #my liveblogs #the shadowgast crumbs in this episode.... i know i say this every week but i love them #also farewell charlie it was nice to know you!! wonder what hes gonna get up to with his robot army ghjkld #okay it truly is almost morning for me so GOODNIGHT for real this time love yall <3 #cr2 #queue

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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A Good Look On You

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You and Pansy have been friends since- since forever! Draco was fine with it until Pansy found out his little secret and decided to flirt with her close friend, leading arguing and kissing.

Warnings: arguing, Swearing.

Notes: Requested! Italicized text is a flash back. noting this just in case. Also, loved this idea!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Draco was one more cheeky giggle and unreserved shoulder hit from snapping his quill and throwing his thick textbook across the table. He, somehow, managed to sneer harder when his best girl buddy’s eyes glanced at him from across the table, flashing him a wink without even turning her head away from the laughing man next to her. He knew she was doing this on purpose. It was beyond clear. If the conversation the night pier hadn’t happened, he would know from the wink and it was infuriating. The night before replayed in his head again, like it had been since he sat down with his small group of friends.

“Pipe down!” Draco spat out, his hand shooting away from his side to cover Pansy’s mouth, a glare making itself known in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room. “He might hear you! Then we’ll have a bigger problem on our hands than a small crush.” The blonde knew no matter how hard he tried, she’d never believe his fondness for you was something small. She rolled her eyes before smacking his hand away.

“Oh, please, Draco! Small crush? Really? You were actually drooling over him after he saved your arse during the quidditch game!” She yelled while jabbing a finger into his chest, effectively drawing the attention of the few people resting after the game. This caused Blaise to speak up from his spoke on the couch.

“Yeah, mate. You were sporting your own kind of wood, weren’t you?”

“I will hex you into next week, Zabini. Shut it.” Draco spat at the male, debating on whether suffocating his friend with a pillow was worth the consequences.

“Ok, Draco, listen. He’s already your friend. If you don’t move this to first, hell, even second base, I’ll do it for you.” Pansy spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest and popping a hip out like his mother.

“Pansy, please. Just drop it.” Draco covered his eyes. The seeker was far too tired for this conversation. He just wanted to lay down in his bed, maybe shower. He was all sweaty- he hated the stupid heat.

“Fine then. You’ve left me no choice.” With that, the young women stormed off to the girls dorms with a harsh slam of the door behind her.

The blonde wanted to throw up. He didn’t have the stomach to see his best friend flirting oh so clearly with his puppy love crush who didn’t even seem to notice. You had an arm wrapped around the back of her chair, only leading her closer to her side. He blinked a few times when you glanced over to him, his lungs shutting down from the impact of your gaze alone. He quickly glanced back down at his book, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip in a silent prayer that you didn’t catch him glaring at Pansy.

“Draco? Are you ok?” You asked with your stupidly precious worried grin and gleaming perfect eyes. “Was it Potter that ruined your mood? Did he do something again?” Your grin grew wider, when Pansy broke out in a soft fit of giggles.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled out, flipping the page of a book he wasn’t even reading. Was he being dramatic? Of course he was! He’s a Malfoy- he had a reputation to uphold. He dipped his quill in the inkwell like he was seriously going to answer the homework questions laid out across his parchment, but he hasn’t written a thing in the past hour.

“You don’t seem ok. You know you can tell me anything.” You removed your arm from the back of Pansy’s chair and leaned forward leaned forward in your seat, an unamused expression across your face. The blonde didn’t know it, but you had a rough idea of why he was acting like a big baby. It was pretty obvious. “I thought we were best friends!”

“Drop it, (L/n). I don’t want to talk about it, so leave it be.” He closed his book harder than he wanted too and dropped the quill into the inkwell. Draco never meant to take his anger out on you, but the words tumbled from his mouth before he could change his mind. “And we aren’t best friends. You’ve made that more than clear today.” Draco spat out. He stood up, ignoring the look of pain that set across your face and left the library, not looking back or taking his stuff with him.

You watched his form weave through the students inside the library, a sigh leaving your lips when he slammed the door shut behind him. Your head fell into your hands as Pansy rubbed your back.

“He’ll come back. Moron left his stuff behind like the brilliant wizard he is.” Pansy spoke up, her hand now drawing stars on your tense shoulders. She tried to cast you a smile when you looked up, but you just gazed at the blondes abandoned books.

“I’ll just take ‘em up to the dorms.” You stood up, sliding the books across the table. Pilling his stuff on top of yours, you carried the heavy load out of the library and carefully making your way down to the dungeons. When you walked in, your eyes immediately landed on the pacing blonde, who noticed you from the corner of his eye.

“What are you doing with my stuff?” Draco sneered, storming over and ripping the books from your grip. “Trying to steal my notes? Trying to cheat?” He took a few steps away from you before scrunching up his nose in a way that would’ve been absolutely adorable if he wasn’t being a huge jerk. “My father will hear about this.” He spoke while backing up before turning swiftly on his heels and heading up the stairs, but didn’t get far. He whipped around when you slammed your books on the common room floor.

“What in Merlin’s name crawled up your arse, Draco? I only came in here to drop your stupid books off, not steal them you prat!” You shook your head in disbelief. “Now I have no idea why you’ve suddenly turned cold towards me, but my Gods! Is our friendship seriously worth nothing to you? Am I worth nothing to you?” You watched him climb down the stairs and throw his books onto the couch before making his way to you.

“I’m so glad you get the pict-”

“Finish that sentence, Draco, and I’ll hex you!” Pansy interrupted, slamming the door shut behind her. “Just tell him already!”

“There’s nothing to tell your boyfriend!” Draco turned to her, but pointed an accusing finger at you. His nose scrunched up as he slowly turned his head back to you. “You’re just as bad as Pot-”

“Draco, I am NOT dating (Y/n)! He’s been my best friend since we were both in cribs, you bloody imbecile!” Pansy spoke up, almost stepping between the two of you. “Can you seriously not tell that all of that was just to get you to tell him! You’ve been awful for the past two hours, cut it out!”

“I just said there’s nothing to say!” The blonde crossed his arms over his chest. At this point, steam was practically blowing out of his ears similar to the Hogwarts Express. “Nothing, Pansy. Not a damn thing.” he turned on his heel to, once again, storm off, but Pansy’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. He tried to shrug it off, but it stayed firm.

“Draco, I just want to see you happy.” Her voice was softer now.

“If you did, you wouldn’t have been flirting with him!” He pushed the hand away, heading toward the stairs to hide away again. At this point, everything clicked in your head. Your legs moved while your brain rushed over the facts that became clear. “Hey! Don’t touch me!” He called out when you grabbed the hood of his robe and used it as leverage to pull him back into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping him against you as he fought and yelled and kicked. He was about to throw a swing over his shoulder when you nuzzled your nose into the space right behind his ear and spoke the words you’d wanted to say for a few years now.

“I fancy you too, Malfoy.” Your grip tightened as you planted a quick kiss against the back of his ear. Your eyes fell closed, expecting more screaming, maybe a few hexes thrown at you, but the Slytherin seeker in your arms didn’t move.

“I.. You do?” His voice was soft and you could feel the heat radiating off his red cheeks and ears. “But- Pan-”

“She’s just a friend,” You nodded against his hair, “Besides, I’m into blokes.” You glanced over his shoulder, straining your neck to try to see his face. He turned toward you, his piercing blue eyes staring into your (e/c) ones. You casted him a small smile, your chin resting against his shoulder.

“You do?”

“Yes, clueless. And I happen to fancy you back. Really wish you’d said something sooner, Blondie.” You smiled wider and took the opportunity to plant a soft kiss to his nose before he turned around in your arms. He rested his hands on your own shoulders, yours stayed around his waist, while his eyes looked back into yours.

“I thought we killed that bloody awful nickname years ago.”

“Well now it’s back to stay as punishment for being an angry ferret.” You laughed, your fingers drawing small circles on his lower back. You smirked as his face turned even redder than before.

“Stop it. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.”

“So, you’ve imagined this?” Your voice wasn’t meant to sound teasing, just curious, but it came out wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek. “That came out wro-”

“No, I'd say that was perfect.” Draco grumbled, shaking his head. He hid his head beneath your chin. “But for your information, I have and this pales in comparison to my imagination.” He raised his head when you broke out in a fit of giggles. “What?”

“You would daydream about us being together? That’s so cute!” Your smile was filled with sweetness. You smiled wider when he began to stumble over protests, objecting to such a childish idea. “It’s ok! I did too.” You rolled your eyes, gently tapping his back with each finger, basically counting the list as you went. “Night time snuggles together, teasing nerdy Ravenclaws together, stealing your shirts.” The list went on and on.

Draco stared into your shimmering eyes, his tongue swiping over his lips quickly as he processed everything. You felt the same way as him, why was he still playing the “I’m straight as a broomstick” routine? He wanted nothing more than to do everything on your daydream list and he wanted to catch up on lost time.

“Stop talking.” He whispered, his lips coming close to yours. He stopped just before they connected. “Do you really fancy me or are you playing with my feelings?” His eyes fluttered closed, showing off his lashes against his cheeks beautifully.

“Of course I do! You know I would never do that to you!” You were actually offended he thought you would do something like that. “I can’t believe you’d actually th-”

“Can I kiss you?”

“-ink I’d so something so brash and- Wait, what?” Now, he got to see you blush. Well, he would’ve, if his eyes were open. His loss.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked again, a sly grin across his face. Ok, maybe he had seen your strawberry colored cheeks. Hearing him utter those words had your heart thumping in your chest.

“Please do.”

When his lips crashed against yours, it didn’t feel like fireworks. No, it felt much more perfect and special than that. Like coming up for oxygen after viewing the most perfect of coral reefs. Like going to space and seeing the stars, rotating planets and twisting galaxies all for the first time. It was wordlessly perfect. When he pulled away from you, you spoke the first words that came to your head.

“Jealousy is such a good look for you.” You said it in a way that almost sounded like your head stopped functioning, almost dumb-like if that makes sense. Draco let out a soft chuckle and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Well, since your mine now, you won’t be seeing it again.”

“I highly doubt that.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him again. You did see it again, and again, and again, but it never bothered you.

#draco malfoy x male reader #Draco Malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #hp imagine #hp x male reader #pansy parkinson #x male reader #male reader #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

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candelabra-king · 3 years

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Character Ideas for Campaign 3!

DISCLAIMER: I acknowledge that these are just ideas and that the characters are the players’ and the players’ alone, however I thought it would be fun to bring up some possible races and classes I think it would be fun to see each player bring to the table! Keep in mind, I have really only watched Campaign 2, so if their is evidence against these opinions in Campaign 1 or its one-shots, I would not know!

Take these opinions and ideas with a grain of salt if you want!

Travis: I honestly might wanna see some sorcerer out of him, I don't know. I know he favors more melee, combat-heavy classes, but I think sorcerer has enough combat while also bringing in some new magical dynamics. Dragonborn might be a good race too!

Laura: I think I really wanna see Laura play either a paladin or a druid. I really liked the dynamic she was able to bring to the table with a religion-centered class with Jester, along with the light fun. Honestly I think it would be kinda funny to see her play a shorter race, such as a gnome or halfling.

Liam: I really wanna see some bard. I just. This man radiates theater kid, we might as well put it to the test. The pure chaos. Am thinking tiefling, maybe? I just know that whatever we get from Liam will probably have an... interesting backstory, to say the least.

Sam: Paladin, Barbarian, Fighter, just something melee. I wanna see how he would throw all of the chaos into it. Heck, if Travis isn't a sorcerer, I want Sam the Sorcerer. Think of the wild magic. Think of the absolute chaos. Also if we aren't doing the short race only thing, elf. If we are doing short races, I honestly cannot think of any other short races off the top of my head.

Ashley: Kinda wanna see a ranger, because I feel like it fits nicely with Ashley's play style. Generally, I really just am excited to get a full campaign out of Ashley Johnson. Maybe a dwarf!

Talesin: Rogue. Or bard. I just wanna see some arrogant-at-first-but-super-soft-once-they-open-up action. Elf or Half-Elf.

Marisha: Nerdy wizard PLEASE! Maybe also a dragonborn! I think having her do all the cool magic stuff while also getting some really good intelligence is great.

#critical role #critcal role campaign 3 #cr campaign 3 #cy stop being weird

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the-necessary-unnecessary · 4 years

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My top 7 Arsenal wfc players, aka the whole team because they're all my children and you can't chose between children

(And they're not many more than seven anyways)

Beth Mead: a wizard on the wong and the original crot queen. She may not have had the best season this year but shes still managed to play an important part in the team and has conquered many hearts in the process. If she has to retire early because of all the hits she receives during matches then she's got a bright future ahead of her as a cringey tiktok star or, if that fails, a career as a HSM impersonator on cruise ships

Cailtin Foord: there were mixed opinions when she was first announced as a new signing, but she almost immediately became one more member of the arsenal family amongst players and supporters alike. Before Covid struck shes already stamped her mark on the club with her skill and made her way onto the scoresheet, and now shes also made her way into Lia's house and infected the squad with the chaotic tiktok bug

Dan Carter: literally a gooner through and through having played for arsenal for practically all her life and pulling through in the big moments. Heartbreak and injury have been her middle names for over the past year having sustained two ACL injuries in 14 months. Even if she hasnt had as much of an impact on the pitch shes still been a large part of injury fc, with her and her diary always being a source of sarcasm and banter through it all.

Danielle Van De Donk: she probably described herself best when she said she was a feisty puppy who wants to ball. A woman who takes no prisoners during matches, opponents refs and the back of nets all fear her. Off the pitch though shes a real softie who radiates chaotic energy and yet has developed over the years into quite the leader (even if she still follows beth around on her tiktok adventures)

Jennifer Beattie: a friendly giant who quietly puts in all the work at the back, being an absolute unit as a last line of defense which was sorely missed during her injury. She came back from City because arsenal is home and that's beautiful. Talking about beautiful, her and Chloe. That's it, nothing more needs to be elaborated on. Pretty underrated although shes been getting more attention lately, she makes Kim company as the quiet Scottish duo who are lethal on the pitch

Jill Roord: despite her love hate relationship with goal posts, shes still made her mark at arsenal this year especially thanks to the fact that she has remained injury free this year (dont worry I touched wood when I typed that) and hopefully next year when shes settled in even more to the team and the league then she'll be able to show what she's truly made of. That is, if she lasts that long before the team kick her out for being too annoying. A woman who likes the two extremes, Frozen and Olaf as well as blonde tattooed players and famous thirst traps, she epitomises this soft yet hard personality dichotomy too

Jordan Nobbs: calm, composed, skillful, professional, dynamic and with the capacity of being able to astutely read the game, she's the personification of arsenal in a player. Having been at the club for a whole decade now she's practically lived it all and yet she continues on hungry for better and more. With the way she acts on the pitch you would never guess her forgetful, dorky, awkward nature off it. The woman with both the longest nando's order ever and the shortest attention span.

Katie McCabe: the Irish devil, the arsenal player founder of the tucked in shirt, member of the love to hate her girlfriend club. Her almost permanent move to left back this season has reaped bountiful benefits for her, a flexible player who always finds freedom on the wing shes proved herself as lethal as both a defender and a finisher. In Jordan's words, she talks about her biceps all the time, but so would I if I was that stacked. That being said, Ruesha always finds a way to beat her which is probably payback for her scoring against West Ham in the cup

Katrine Veje: another player lost to injury this season, although lockdown has treated her well (that makes one of us) and she's apparently fully fit again. Shes been sorely missed as a fullback for most of her season, her explosiveness and crosses in particular. As it is shes used her time to get in some spectacular photoshoots and just be and just be a source of clownery as a veteran at injury fc

Kim Little: as silent as Kim and as deadly as Kim should be new british sayings at this point. Quick on her feet with nerves of steel shes an impressive player to watch and is sometimes the glue in the midfield that keeps arsenal together. Her professionalism both on and off the pitch is as big as her dislike of cameras

Leah Williamson: the face of arsenal and not because of her looks, rather because of her insane talent and her embodiment of all things arsenal. From the moment she was born arsenal was pumping through her veins. One of the best up and coming CBs with long range passes for days she has been a crucial part of the arsenal squad for so long you forget she's just 23. What she lacks in some of her fashion choices she makes up in her bright and nerdy personality and her never ending stream of insults directed at Jordan

Leonie Maier: she recently said that she has never regretted the decision to move to arsenal and that has been because shes been able to shine in defense mainly alongside Leah, each playing off each other's strengths and developing herself as a player in a new league which is never an easy transition. Dont let her banana bread making trick you into thinking shes the mum in the group, shes proved herself to be as chaotic as the rest of them.

Lia Walti: arguably the best thing to come out of Switzerland since toblerone (much better than swiss cheese though). Like a lot of arsenal players, it sometimes seems like she would be better off playing in bubble wrap so she wouldnt sustain as many injuries. She's an intelligent player, one of the best qualities to have as a midfielder, with skill coming out of her ears and unfulfilled potential still to come. Her sunshine-like looks can be deceiving though because she leaves her brain cells in the changing room, as is becoming an arsenal tradition.

Lisa Evans: another alround players who, as a winger-cum-fullback, has thrived in her position this year. Her defensive position yet forward thinking mentality has proved deadly and when shes been given space to roam the wing too shes provided goals and assists a plenty. Her unpredictability on the pitch translates into her chaotic tendencies off it and a love for the arsenal anthem “we've got McCabe, Katie McCabe”. Sometimes she likes to pretend that she's a seal (exhibit A attached below)

Louise Quinn: it would be stereotypical to say that it's natural that shes so good at headers due to her height, but stereotypes exist for a reason and her tower-like build makes her a match for any Millie Bright in the heading department. She's a consistent, sturdy player who is great at starting up play from the back in many cases providing that vital first past (sometimes with her head because she's tall). Her pastimes include drinking a lot of coffee, understandable that she needs to refuel considering her height, and making fun on her teammates so that they dont make fun of her accent and her 183 cm length. Have I mentioned that she's tall?

Manuela Zinsberger: an extremely talented goalkeeper although sometimes people can excusably confuse her with being arsenal's eleventh outfield player. Another bayern recruit she's been key this season making some great saves and causing a few heart attacks in the process (west ham's penalty box free kick anyone?). She may look tough but she's just as much a clown as the rest of them

Pauline Peyraud-Magnin: the second proud member of the goalkeepers union. Shes not called the Hulk for no reason, racking up some great saves and skills with her feet even as Joe's second choice. What she lacks in command of the english language she makes up in utter chaos including hand gestures, shouting and eratic dancing, well as staging photoshoots at arsenal's gym.

Viki Schnaderbeck: shes been able to mostly avoid injury fc this season after a long stint there last year and her hardwork has paid off to establish her as a mainstay here as a skilled defensive player. Shes been loud and proud recently on social media and I am loudly and proudly here to support it

Vivianne Miedema: in Katie's own words “the goat”. Absolutely lethal as a center-forward, calm collected and composed in front of the goal, and also crucial in providing build up play and assists. She can both hold off opponents and reach an unmatched maximum speed with surprising ambidexterity and complete nonchalantness. The only player who is actively lazy and is able to get away with it. She puts up with a lot of chaos but is not unknown to add to it too, mainly providing subtle humor and sarcastic wit. Not a personality for the faint hearted.

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justmefangirlingoverbuddie · 3 years

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TV Quiz Questions:

Choose 4 6 of your favourite TV Shows: You should try this out too...

1. Sherlock

2. Teen Wolf

3. Nancy Drew

4. Supernatural

5. Wizards of Waverley Place

6. The Originals

The first character I fell in love with:

Sherlock Holmes

Stiles Stilinski

Nancy Drew

Dean Winchester

Alex Russo

Klaus Mikaelsson

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Mycroft Holmes

Derek Hale (I was really suspicious in the beginning but now he is one of my fave characters)

Ace

Castiel (I LOVE HIM SOO MUCH)

Justin Russo

Freya Mikaelson (I was worried she would be evil at first)

The character everyone else loves that I hate:

Mary Morsten (John deserved better from the beginning)

Cora was kind of annoying

I don't have one .. yet

I think some people agree with me - Mary Winchester

I don’t have one

I don’t hate him but Vincent could be so frustrating

The character everyone else hates that I love:

I don’t have one

Deucalion turned out to be pretty good character - even as a villain

I actually really like Amanda Bobbsey - she’s so sweet. (I just don’t want her as Ace’s girlfriend)

Lucifer - He’s just misunderstood (lots of people agree to with me to)

I don’t have one

I actually wanted Finn Mikaelson to come back

The character I would have sex with:

Sherlock is hot

All the guys on teen wolf- Stiles, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Theo, Liam …..

Ace - I know he would be so sweet

Dean Winchester and Castiel are at the top of my list but if I was being real … all of them

None but only cause I think of them as eternally young

All the Mikaelson men and Marcel and Jackson but first things first Klaus

Who are your five favourite characters (In order):

Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade

Stiles, Scott, Derek, Coach, Lydia

The Drew Crew- Nancy , Ace, George, Bess, Nick (In order)

Dean, Castiel, Sam, Crowley, Bobby

Alex, Harper, Justin, Max, Jerry

Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, Freya, Hayley, Kol

Favourite minor character:

Mycroft (does he count?)

Coach - THE FUNNIEST GUY EVER and all of the parents

Ryan Hudson- I want to see his relationship with Nancy grow

Charlie- I miss her so much

Mr Laritate

Hope Mikaelson

A pairing that you love (Romantic and Non- Romantic):

I love Sherlock and John but I really want more Sherlock and Mycroft (the brothers are so cute)

Stiles and Derek- They are hilarious!!!

Ace and Nancy - Nace supremacy

Sam and Dean are the centre of everything but I love Dean and Cas too

Alex and Harper- the besties

Klaus and Hope - he loves her unconditionally

Favourite season:

Sherlock- Season 3

Teen Wolf- Season 3

Nancy Drew- Season 2

Supernatural- Season 4 and 5

Wizards of Waverly Place- Season 4

The Originals - Season 1

Favourite episode:

Season 3 episode 1 - The Empty House

Season 3 episode 18 - Riddled

Season 1 episode 17 - The Girl in the Locket

Season 4 episode 18 - The Monster at the End of This Book

Season 4 episode 21 - Wizards of Apartment 13B

Season 1 episode 21 - From a Cradle to a Grave

Character you would kill off:

Molly - its not that I don’t love her but she’s not essential to the story

Baeden - Sterek needs to happen

Carson Drew - It would be interesting to see how Nancy would handle losing both of her parents

Sam and Dean should have been together in death and life

Professor Krumbs - It would parallel the Harry Potter series with Dumbledore

Marcel should have died for a short time and then resurrected - Klaus would realise how much he loved him

The character that I think the show ruined:

John Watson - He wasn’t ruined AT ALL but he was less impressed by Sherlock as the seasons went on

Kira Yukimura- She deserved better

Nick (Ned Nickerson) - only because he’s really different to his book counterpart but I don’t hate him

Crowley - He didn’t deserve to die at all

Mason - I don’t think it was in character for him to ‘cheat’ on Alex - he loved her

Hope Mikaelson - she contributed to the death of her mother

The most attractive male and female character:

Male: Shelock Female: None (I don’t remember)

Male: Derek Hale Female: Lydia Martin

Male: Ace Female: Bess Marvin

Male: Dean Winchester Female: Bella

Male: Mason Female: Alex Russo

Male: Klaus Mikaelson Female: Hayley Marshall

The character death that was the worst for me:

Sherlock’s fake death - John crying was heartbreaking

Allison Argent - she died in the arms of the man she loved and her dad was devastated

Lucy Sable - she killed herself because of extreme bullying and never got to meet her daughter

The first death of Sam - Dean’s speech made me cry soo much

No one died - that I remember

Klaus and Elijah- They died together

The character that is the most like me:

Molly - I am an awkward fangirl of Sherlock too

I don’t think I am similar to any but Id love to be as charming as Stiles and as brave as Scott and smart as Lydia

I’m not like any of the characters but I think I relate most to George- I too have many younger siblings.

Castiel and I are both awkward AF and I don’t understand enough pop culture references

Alex and I are both lazy AF

I have a temper that could rival that of Klaus

The characters that deserved better:

All of them deserve the world but I think Mycroft deserves better

Stiles and Derek deserve to be happy together

Nancy deserves better. She should be happy with Ace and not have to deal with her dad lying and the Hudsons

All of the characters deserve to be happy on Supernatural - They deserve the world, Dean , Sam and Castiel

Max should have got to keep his magic and be happy with his siblings

All of the Mikaelsons deserved to live happily - Klaus should have gotten to raise his daughter

My four least favorite characters, past or present:

Moriarty (I loved to hate him), Sargent Sally Donavan, Mary

Erica, Mr Lahey , Kali , Meredith Walker

Gil Bobbsey (he’s so manipulative), Everrett Hudosn, Ceila Hudson, Diana Marvin

Metatron, God, Samuel Campbell, Mary Winchester

Gigi, Stevie, Hugh Normous, Gorog

Esther, Mikael, Dhalia, Aurora de Martel

A character I’m indifferent about:

Anderson - he felt remorseful after thinking that Sherlock was dead

Kira - Her character was good but I dint love her

Bess - she can be a little shallow at times

Meg- her voice annoyed me sometimes but she loved Cas

Professor Krumbs could be little mean

Sometimes I loved her and other I hated her but in the end I think she is a strong female character

A ship I’ve never been able to get into/ shouldn’t have happened:

John and Mary - She wasn’t a great wife

Derek and Baeden- I didn’t see any chemistry at all

Nick and Nancy - Even they are endgame in the books, they didn’t have any chemistry on screen

Sam and Ruby - Mostly cause she was really sus from the beginning

Justin and Rosie - He was better with Juliet

Hope and Roman - He used her and that’s horrible on such a young girl

A ship I’ve never been able to get over:

Sherlock and John whether it be friends are lovers - they are supreme

Stiles and Derek- Even though its not canon its the best ship on the show

Nancy and Ace- They haven’t gotten together yet but I love the angst

Cas and Dean whether it be friends are lovers - they are supreme

Alex and Mason - those 2 were cute

Rebekah and Marcel- It took so long for them to be together but they finally got there

A cute, low-key ship:

Sherlock and Mycroft (not romantically- ew) as the best of brothers

Scott and Alison were so soft

Nick and George are cute- they are healthy and communicate really well

Sam and Elieen

Justin and Juliet - those nerdy cuties

Davina and Kol

My favourite storyline/moment:

Sherlock tells John he is alive - that was shocking

Dark Stiles - Nigutsune

Nancy finding about her true heritage and talking to Ryan and Nace

Cas saves Dean and becomes a part of the rest of the show

Alex erases herself and her brothers in the movie

All Klaus and Hope scenes

A storyline that never should have been written:

Sherlock’s long lost sister

The whole of season 6b

The death of Owen Marvin - he didn’t deserve to die.

Dean’s final death and Sam having to live without him

Alex and Justin accidentally turn Max int a girl

The death of Klaus, Elijah and Hayley in the final season just because of legacies

#supernatural #sherlock #the originals #nancy drew #wizards of waverly place #teen wolf

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chubbyreaderchan · 4 years

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Gate Keeping | Seto Kaiba x Chubby!Nerdy! Reader

"The meeting is going to be a while" Seto said with a bit of annoyance on his face. He placed a kick peck to (Y/n) cheek then nodded to Mokuba. "There's a game shop not far from here..." Seto explained. "You should check my competition" he held a smug smirk on his face. As if he had much competition. "I'll meet you there when I'm done" he explained.

"Mr. Kaiba, the board members are ready for you sir" a young intern tentatively spoke.

Seto grunted in slight annoyance. "Can't you see I'm busy" he hissed out.

"S-sorry sir"

Seto began to speak when he felt (Y/n)'s hand on his forearm. "It's okay, Seto. We'll see you in a bit. Don't scare the intern" she teased him. Seto scoffed slightly. "Fine. I'll see you then" He walked away casually, a faint blue glow emitted from him. It made him seem almost ethereal if you didn't know that it came from his newest generation of duel disk.

"Let's go, (Y/n)" Mokuba spoke, a small smile on his face. He always liked (Y/n). She made his big brother happy and less cold. At least when she was around. It was nice to have another person who wasn't afraid of his brother. Perhaps that was also why Seto liked her.

"Okay, Moki. Let's see what that store has." She glanced at her phone for the time. "Maybe we can grab a snack too?" Quickly she tapped around for nearby places for lunch and directions to said game store. Her own arm glowed a soft (Favorite color), special made for (Y/n) specifically along side Seto's.

Mokuba nodded in agreement.

The walked out of the tall and newly finished Kaiba Corp building. It was a big deal for Seto to open a new branch of his company. It was much taller than most of the buildings in the city, but (Y/n) kind of liked that it added to the drama of the skyline.

"There's a crepe stand right before the shop" she spoke excitedly. "Does that seem fine?" She cleared her throat slightly. Mokuba nodded. "Sounds great, (Y/n)."

"Right...here" her phone buzzed when they were close. It was a small cart right outside the game shop. Mokuba order his and (Y/n) order hers, paying before entering the store. It was a large store, of course not as large as the one in Kaibaland or in the bottom floor of Kaiba Corp but quite big for a non-Kaiba affiliated store. The both nibble at their treats as they wandered the store.

"Ohhh" (Y/n) spoke as she saw some very beautiful polyhedral dice in a glass case. Not only was she a somewhat talented duelist, she enjoyed the occasional dungeons and dragons. In fact, she liked to dabble in all kinds of games. And comic books. And anime. And literally a bit of everything. Honestly she was quite the nerd. "Those remind me of Seto" she pointed out to Mokuba who approached her. "Blue and silver."

"He'd like them, that's for sure" The young dark haired boy said. "I think I'll get those and the other ones" "How many sets does this make?" Mokuba asked playfully. "Oh...uh" she felt her cheeks start to heat up. "Let's not talk about it." Mokuba laughed as she asked the young teen for the dice she wanted. They continued to shop, accruing a good variety of games and accessories in (Y/n) reusable shopping bag.

"Hey, (Y/n)" Mokuba said. "I'm going to go to the bathroom"

"Okay, Moki. I will be over by the video games" she nodded to a nearby glass container. She finally finished her snack and wandered over, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Her eyes skimmed all the various games looking for something she hadn't bought or Seto hadn't gotten already, which was honestly harder than playing chess with Seto. Which is very very difficult, to say the least. (Y/n) stared down the glass not even noticing the person who walked up beside her.

"You duel?" A nasely voice came from beside her, practically making her jump out of her skin.

She smiled at the awkward looking guy and nodded. "You could say that." She was only fourth best, just after Joey Wheeler. Which Seto often teased her about but was actively trying to improve her past him.

"Are you any good?" He asked, looking her over expectantly.

"Kind of" she wasn't one to brag.

"Where did you get the new Duel Disk? You don't seem like you'd be that into duel monsters"

"Well, I am" she responded, side stepping slightly. He moved closer. "Well, then who won the duelist kingdom tournament?" He challenged. "You aren't a real duelist if you don't know"

"What? Yugi." She said casual as ever. "He's actually a friend" (Y/n) was getting a bit annoyed. She wasn't sure why but this was common, that was of course before she started dating Seto. It had been a while since "gamers" tried to test her gaming-ness. She was somewhat well known but nothing like Seto or Yugi.

"You are such a bad liar. But it's cute that you're trying" he said snidely.

(Y/n) gave him a look of both surprise and disgust. "No, I even have him on my phone" she pulled out her phone, wrapped in a blue eyes white dragon case. Which angled her sleeve to show the bottom of her duel monsters themed tattoo on her arm. "See?" She held up the phone showing Yugi's name followed by a wizard emoji.

"You could have saved anyone as Yugi." He said annoyed. "If you weren't such a liar you'd be cute. But I think I could make an acception. You could use a nice guy like me in your life"

"No thanks" she responded.

He huffed. "I bet you don't even know what cards Seto Kaiba likes to play with"

(Y/n) chuckled. "Oh, trust me I do" she raised a brow. "You talk about him and it still hasn't clicked?" She rolled her eyes this time. She smiled finding a game she hadn't ever heard of.

"You wouldn't like it. It's got a lot of gore in it and wouldn't be good for noob like you" he pointed out. (Y/n) sighed. "Can you please leave me alone" her eyes noticed Mokuba leave the bathroom and wander to a capsule monster machine around the corner. Again, she adjusted her bag and began to walk towards Mokuba.

The strange guy followed her. "See. You didn't even call the employee to get the game because I know better than you. But at least you have a nice ass!" He continued to try and neg her. "Dude, I know more about games and gaming than you do. I have more skills than you do in your pinky. Now leave me alone. I'm not interested." He went red.

"Yeah right you stupid bitch." That was when Mokuba appeared from around the corner holding multiple gachapons. He looked confused at the aggressive guy, concern began to creep onto his face. "What idiot would want to date you?"

He was fuming. "And who would want to date a sexist, gatekeeper like you" (Y/n) responded, getting very annoyed. "Moki" she said with a sigh. "We should leave and come back"

Mokuba nodded. "Should I call Roland?" He asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"No, it's okay Mokuba." She assured, ignoring the guy still getting angry.

"I don't want to fuck a fat cow like you anyways." That one hurt. (Y/n) winced, when she heard a familiar voice.

"What did you say?" Seto said quickly making his way to the section of the store.

"...Seto Kaiba?" He shouted.

"Seto!" Mokuba said relieved.

"Did you just call my girlfriend a cow?"

"Girlfriend? Oh... So that's it. You like douche bags! What a bitch" He said angry again, but his voice cracked.

"What did you just call me? What did you call her?" Seto was very angry. "I'd suggest you leave, before you regret what you say!"

"Bitches always date assholes" he said beginning to walk away.

"At least Seto doesn't call me a bitch and a liar" she yelled after him.

"Fu-" Seto pulled his fist back and punched the guy in the face. He fell onto his ass, whimpering. "I told you to leave" he grumbled out. (Y/n) looked shocked, the girl behind the counter came running. "You can't do that....!" He waved her off, handing her a few hundred dollars. "Don't worry about it. Just get him out of here" her eyes went wide but nodded.

"You gotta go, buddy" she said shooing him out finally.

Seto adjusted his shirt in annoyance. "I should have just skipped that meeting." He was reverting back to normal. At least, less pissed. "Everything that was said could have been put in an email" he leaned forward, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. "Especially if I knew you were going to be harassed by some dweeb"

She laughed a bit, knowing that it was best to talk about not punching people would be a later talk. "He didn't recognize me and had the nerve to ask me if I knew about Yugi and your deck" (Y/n) explained, her boyfriend laughed walking back to the game cabinet.

"I saw a game we don't have" he stated walking over to point it out. "Or that (favorite card themed) controller" he pointed out. She didn't even get a chance to look at the controllers to notice.

"Hmm..." He was looking over the items again encase he missed anything. (Y/n) gently leaned her head against his shoulder, looking as well still a touch sad about the fat cow comment even if it was from a moron.

"You're beautiful. Don't worry about that guy." His voice was quiet, even though they were now alone as Mokuba went back to the gachapons. He snaked an arm around her. "He was an idiot. You would have been able to beat him in anyone of these games." He kissed her head softly.

"And you aren't that much of asshole" she half laughed, enjoying the gentleness reserved for only her and Moki.

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment" he stated.

Seto grabbed the employee getting the games and purchasing some other items before grabbing Mokuba again.

"Let's go. We have a dinner reservation and then we can practice your technique"

"Seto..."

"Hmm...?"

"You're such a nerd"

#seto kaiba x reader #seto kaiba #yugioh x reader #x reader #cute #anti nice guy

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night-filled-mountain · 4 years

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People on my dash keep mentioning “shipping discourse.” If it’s happening, I’m pretty much oblivious to it (probably because I don’t go in the tags, and I have the “discourse” and “cr discourse” tags blocked). But its existence, as a phenomenon, is so fundamentally weird to me, and I think it might be because I approach shipping in a weird way?

I never think about/daydream about/read fic about scenarios like “What if Caleb and Jester [or Caleb and Nott] [or Caleb and Essek] [or Jester and Beau] [or Beau and Yasha] [...you get the idea] got together? What would that look like? How would it happen? How WILL it happen? I NEED IT TO HAPPEN.”

I just...sit here enjoying what’s already happening.

I love the soft looks Caleb gives Jester, the way he openly appreciates and supports her, the way he recognizes her pain and complexity at times when others don’t, the way he pines in silence because he considers himself fundamentally Unworthy (I am a sucker for that).

I love Beau doing all of those exact same things and feeling the exact same way.

(I also love [love love LOVE] the thought of the two Empire siblings getting drunk together sometime and bonding over their mutual profound hopeless love for Jester Lavorre.)

I love the wistful way Nott has been talking to Caleb lately, the fact that she kissed him in a moment when she thought she was about to change irrevocably in body and soul, the way she visibly struggles between the bonds of home and hearth and the life of adventure that Caleb’s come to represent.

I love Caleb and Essek’s nerdy-wizard interactions, their mutual angst and loneliness over being prodigies and being Chosen and being intellectually ravenous but politically ambivalent. I love the gentle courtesy they show each other. I love that Essek is the teacher Caleb should have had all along, and that his feelings (and actions!) regarding the political landscape may be fundamentally changed by his feelings for this trash wizard and his family.

I love Yasha’s softness toward Jester and her awkward flailing around Beau. I love Fjord and Caduceus currently fucking off from the whole romance scene and exploring their faith like a couple of aro-ace monks (...which is how I see it, but other people see romance there, and that’s valid too!). I love Jester loving every single one of her friends so passionately that I find it impossible to tell if she harbors romantic feelings for any of then, or for all of them, and I genuinely do not care. Because Jester/Laura hasn’t chosen to explore that yet.

I just...love everything that happens with everyone, in the moment that it’s happening. I have no idea what will happen next. I trust that it will probably be awesome. I trust that the players and DM know the characters well enough that it will make total sense, and at least some of my meta will feel super validated.

And, like...this has always been a point of confusion for me due to my personal quirks as a fan (in my post about my one big crack theory, I think I described myself as “the soberest, canon-est critter that ever lived” or something), but I guess I just can’t imagine getting so wrapped up in future possibilities, or fanfic, or headcanon, or whatever, that I (an adult human) start feeling anger and bitterness over fictional characters’ possible fictional relationships instead of just enjoying the ride?

I swear that this is absolutely not aimed at any particular person, group, ship, or anything--I have no idea what people are saying in the tags. This is just, like, my one and only blanket statement/manifesto on the entire concept of “shipping drama” and why I can’t quite grasp the fact that it’s a real thing that people take seriously. Because I just...want to watch CR. And write about it. And have a ball doing both. And stop doing so at any point when it stops being fun.

#critical role #shipping #genuinely uncertain whether i should use the 'discourse' tags that i myself have blocked ^_^''

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the-kaedageist · 3 years

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Top five DND classes to play!

Oh god this was a hard one, I have so much trouble choosing.

1. PALADIN! This is the class I play currently and I freaking love playing a paladin so much. The golden retrievers of dnd. They’re a delight and also fit my personality almost perfectly. My drow paladin lady has high wis and low int, is tiny, has big muscles, and oscillates wildly between being a total doofus and being terrifically insightful. I love her.

2. Wizard: I think my next dnd character is probably going to be a wizard. I really love these nerdy magic users and their scheming and their scholarliness. Wizards work for their magic and I appreciate that. Also when they get powerful they’re scary as fuck. I’m into it.

3. Druid: I have never played a druid in dnd (or anything other than a paladin actually, I’m relatively new to playing) but I used to play a druid as my main character in Everquest, an ancient MMORPG that existed in the early 2000s. (before WoW even!) My wood elf druid was awesome, and I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for druids ever since. Dnd druid magic looks ridiculous though. Someday I will play one and find out!

4. Bard: I began my college career as a voice major, and because of that I always am going to jive with musicians even though I fled studying music like I was on fire within 2 years of starting (long story). I would probably play a very ace bard though which would be fun and unique, fight the stereotype, etc???

5. Rogue: I had SOOO much trouble picking a #5, but I finally went with rogue because again I have had a lot of fun playing rogue-type characters in video games (even though I have never played one in dnd!). Also, sneak attack damage is really sexy.

#top 5/10 meme #dnd #me #mithrilwren #asks #do NOT ask me about subclasses #I still am way too new to have internalized enough about those #but I am learning!

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smalleststress · 4 years

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Just all of them for the crit role either or asks

Oh hell yeah!

Thank you for this, now I have something to do during class lol

(Spoiler Warning for campaign 1&2 and Dalen’s closet !)

1. Campaign one or campaign two?

Definitely two, I’m biased since I started during campaign two and haven’t watched all of the first yet. I definitely will finish it soon though since the current campaign is on pause.

2. Vex’ahlia or Jester?

I would die for jester without a second thought, I love her so much. She’s the perfect mix of a silly personality, and I just want her to be happy,, please Mercer,,,

I do like Vex though, the whole wedding one-off murdered my heart.

3. Vax’ildan or Caleb?

Shit, that’s really hard because I’m a sucker for the raven queen and the whole scene with him coming back at the wedding, Matt and Liam did such an amazing job that was so good. But also what is better than sexy wizards… nothin. Caleb has grown on me a lot, he has made so many developments and Essek n him? Oh my heart, forehead kisses will be the death of me. Caleb, sorry Vax.

4. Pike or Yasha?

Do I have a crush on Ashley? Yes. Does that influence my feelings on Yasha? Absolutely. Pike is a sweetheart but women that could carry me without batting an eye can have my soul. She is just so caring and “I smell like crayons.” Actually murdered me.

5. Keyleth or Beauregard?

While I will never stop laughing over Keyleth dying as a goldfish, Beauregard hits home. Also fucks. And I respect that.

6. Scanlan or Tary or Nott?

Nott. I’m sorry but her character growth has been crazy and I’m so glad she is finally comfortable in her own skin, she deserves it! Also, Sam fucking kills me, that man is literally comedy gold.

7. Percy or Mollymauk or Caduceus?

Fuck how am I supposed to pick between any of these… Mollymauk will always hold a special place in my heart I literally bawled when he died, long may he reign. It’s gotta be Caduceus, Talesin seems so comfortable paying him and I love his chill vibe versus the chaos of the rest of the party.

8. Grog or Fjord?

I love Fjord for many reasons but also because every time I see his name my brain reads it as fij-ord even tho I know the proper way to say it. Ep 98 had me so scared, the start of the episode was so nice, I was tricked!

9. Trinket or Frumpkin?

I’m a cat gal, Frumpkin literally warms my heart so much and the art everyone does is so cute!!

10. Vox machina or the Mighty nein?

Haha it's probably pretty obvious at this point, M9

11. Gilmore or Pumat sol?

Pumat, the telephone story about him was so funny and I got so scared in the cathedral. I love soft seeming characters that can whoop ass if need be.

12. Kima or Keg?

Keg is literally me but a fantasy version. Her letter to Beau after their one night stand was so funny, “your eyes are so pretty when you smile, I love Thanks.”

13. Zahra or Calianna?

Calianna, bro the cosplay and art? Tasty.

14. Kashaw or Shakäste?

Shakaste!! My dude! I love Jester messaging him, good shit.

15. Kaylie or Marion lavorre?

Ruby of the red sea, I love how Mercer portrays her. He does an amazing job, she gives off big dick vibes and I support her.

16. Clarota or Lorenzo?

Lorenzo was terrifying, the dude kept talking while on FIRE. Scariest shit and he killed MollyMauk so he is already a monster (literally, as well). Caleb’s “You shouldn’t have killed my cat.” oh heck yea.

17. The Raven queen or the traveler?

The traveler and his whole reveal was hilarious, can’t wait for traveler con. But, Raven Queen is my favorite, I’m just a sucker for the cracked porcelain mask what can I say.

18. Sarenrae or the Stormlord?

Stormlord, the lighting aesthetic is so badass I really want to play a character involved with him so bad.

19. Emon or Wildemount?

WIldmount, have you seen the book put out? That shit is wild how does Mercer do this… I want his brain so I can dm for my friends better lol.

20. How do you want to do this or nerdy-ass voice actors?

Nerdy ass voice actors!! Though the relief/excitement in how do you want to do this is top tier

21. The campaign one cosplay intro or the campaign two animated intro?

I love animation, always have, I admire/envy those artists so much. It gets me so hyped for the show like you wouldn’t believe, that theme song kicks ass

22. Travis’ refusal to believe in dice superstitions or laura’s hoard of dice?

I only play with one pair because I really like it (though I lost the d4 so I occasionally use others) but I don’t do prerolls beforehand or anything like that, more on the Travis side.

23. Door troubles or yelling ‘nein’?

NEIN

#Thank you for the ask!#this was fun sorry it took me literally forever to do this #tumblr hates me awnsering asks for some reason #also I am DMing for my friends soon pray for me #askadork #ask #critical role spoilers #critical role

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emmettblack · 4 years

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Date: April 18th, 2020 / Time: 10 AM sharp / Location: Library

If there was one thing that people didn’t know about him or the Blackthorne family was their weekly Dungeons and Dragons session. To think that a family full of assassins did something so mundane and nerdy was a sight to see. And honestly, it was this part about his family that Emmett didn’t want anyone to know about. It was an activity that his father started up, wanting to make his family become closer and more loving. It took weeks to get both Emmett and his uncle on board, months to get his grandfather to even join. His mother just went along with it and his grandmother would do anything for her oldest son. So, for the past year, the family would do weekly sessions. At Blackthorne, it was difficult to find a space to open up his laptop and roll some fucking die to play with his family. Honestly, he tried to use that as an excuse not to play. But his father always found a way.

And now with him at Gallagher, a much better environment, there was no excuse that he couldn’t play.

“아기 상어!” Said his grandmother, her face taking up the entire camera. He had to cover his mouth, to stop himself from laughing too loudly. Despite the many times that they’ve facetime, the older woman still didn’t have technology nailed down. It was a good thing that their entire family all lived together or else she would be a lost cause. But it was one thing that he loved about the older woman, even if she still called him by that old nickname. Baby Shark. Whenever he heard it, it reminded him of the nursery song. “How are you? How is Gallagher? Have you been eating?”

“Ma, we don’t have time to ask him about school,” came his father who swatted the older woman away from the computer screen. His father then looked at the screen. “Do you have your dice and sheets ready?”

He simply held up his bag and the character sheets with the roll of his eyes. It was his uncle that laughed at him. “Are you in the library again? What, you don’t want anyone to know that you play D&D?”

“No, I don’t want anyone to see your face. It’s embarrassing to call you my uncle.”

“A lot of talk for someone who can’t beat me in a fight.”

“Can’t? I’m pretty sure--”

“Boys.” The two went silent as their grandfather came into picture, taking a seat next to his wife. He was a man that sat with such poise and power. Even in his own home he wore a suit as if he was going to a business meeting. “This is no time for such childish arguing. We have a session to play and not a lot of time to do so. After this, Emmett must go back to his studies and stay on track.” He sat up straight at his grandfathers words. Education was important in their family, whether it was coming from Gallagher or Blackthorne. And whatever his grandfather said, went in the Blackthorne manor. “Now, where did we leave off? At the... goblin strip club, correct?”

Hearing that caused Emmett’s mother to laugh quietly, easing everyone and their nerves. While the older man could be a hard ass, he still had his soft spots. Or at least, they were starting to show. Which he was grateful for. Emmett had always looked up to his grandfather but could never deny how he wished that the older man would just loosen up for once.

Maybe his father and uncle saw that too. How Emmett’s father was pushing for the family to take part in this weekly activity, to help his grandfather. To improve their relationship and their bond before... before things go south. And he hated thinking about what could happen to his grandfather, either because of old age or because of someone coming after him. It was nerve wrecking and constantly on his mind.

But there was no time to go through sad boi hours, it was Dungeons and Dragons time. It was time for him to play as the family’s lawful evil Wizard. The joy in his eyes could be clearly seen.

The session lasted for four hours with the group fighting goblins (”But he was so nice, why do we have to fight him?” questioned his grandmother as she rolled her dice to attack), a few possessed trees (”What do you mean I can’t burn down the entire forest?” asked his uncle with a smirk on his face. The only answer that he received was a glare from his older brother), and seducing the villain behind all of this (”You can’t just keep rolling to seduce, love. You can do more as a bard... oh wow, that’s another Nat20.” The whole family cheered as Emmett’s mother gave a thumbs up and a blank expression on her face). While he found the whole thing lame and would never admit to playing with his family, Emmett couldn’t deny how it brought them closer together.

“Since you’re in the library, you should start on your work,” said his grandfather as everyone started clearing up. He could hear his uncle congratulating his sister in law for another successful seduction. His grandmother had went to the kitchen to start cooking while Emmett’s father was still in view, carefully putting away the dice. “While I am happy to see your face, you need to stay on top of your classes. This is your last semester, you have to finish off strong and be number one. You mustn't let anyone beat you.”

“Yes, grandfather.” Emmett said, not at all trying to pay attention to how much pressure that was. He always had a lot pressure being placed on him. From the time he was a child to now, his grandfather always wanted him to be the best.

With the nod of his head, the older man bid his farewell to Emmett, heading off to his office. It was just Emmett’s father in view, now having all of the dice placed back into their bin and character sheets stacked up neatly. He went over to the camera, a small smile on his face. “You know he only wants what’s best for you,” said his father, switching over to English. “But even so, I’m still your father and I’m going to tell you not to push yourself too much. You don’t have to be number one all of the time.”

He tried to match his father’s expression but couldn’t. His grandfather’s words could be heard so clearly in his head. “Yeah, I know,” Emmett finally said. “But I should go, I do have work that I need to get to.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later, Emmett. And remember, I love you and I’m always proud of you.”

“Love you too, dad.” And with that the video chat ended. Emmett sat there, staring at his own reflection. Soon enough, his time at school was to come to an end. So much had happened during his first year at Gallagher that it felt unreal. But soon enough, he was going to graduate and have to say bye to his friends. Which was going to suck, he wasn’t going to be able to see some of them every single day like he used.

As to why he was going to spend as much time with as he can. Taking pictures, making videos, and just being young. Just before he had to become an actual adult.

Though, all of that had to wait until after he finished his schoolwork. Then he can hit up a few people about hanging out. Oh, maybe he could throw a party! Hopefully Leo and Soren won’t kill him...

#muse ♛ bravado can’t last anymore #pls enjoy the blackthorne family playing d&d #bc we deserve something nice during all of this!!!#the ending sucks tbh #but also #i made the blackthorne family seem so loving????#i promise you that they only care about their own family and probably don't fuck with everyone else #no fancy graphics bc fuck that shit :)

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harryandmolly · 5 years

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The Emancipation of Ginny ~ 13 ~ FINAL

summary: shawn and ginny could’ve ruined everything six months ago, and sticking together despite their past could make or break them now as ginny stays on as his personal assistant. but what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

warnings: Language, Louboutins, Love

WC: 4k

A/N: you guys are amazing. thank you for supporting this story. I love you all. never be afraid of your greatness.

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Ginny’s quiet. Her chin wobbles. Her smile is strained. Andrew can hear it through the phone. He shifts in his seat, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his knees. He sighs.

“I just want you to know,” she sniffles, “This was never the plan.”

Andrew nods, though he knows she can’t see him. “I know.”

“I wanted to learn from you. I d-did learn from you. I learned… so much.”

“But there was still something missing,” he finishes. Ginny sniffles again. “Ginny, I know. I know you never intended to leave this way. I know… I know you didn’t sign up for a lot of what ended up happening on this team. We all got more than we bargained for. But I think we’re all better for it. Fuck, I know I am. Do you know how nervous I was, bringing you on? I didn’t even want to ask Shawn to bring on a PA. God, it’s such a delicate balance, having a team like this. In the best way, you did throw us all off balance. You saved my ass over and over and over. You went above and beyond every day. You taught us all how to work together better. You reminded us how strong we are as a team.”

“That’s what I’ll miss most, you know,” she whispers. Her voice is gravelly. It makes Andrew’s throat constrict, “I’ll miss that. The family. You guys are my family.”

Andrew chews his lips into his mouth. “We’re going to miss you too, Gin. It’s like… it’s like you’re Dorothy and we’re the friends you made along the way to Oz.”

Ginny laughs. “Does that make Shawn the Wizard?”

Andrew snorts. “He fucking wishes. No. I’m the Wizard. Shawn is… Shawn’s the Scarecrow.”

“This is a very odd metaphor,” Ginny laughs. Andrew feels some much needed relief at the sound of it.

“We’re an odd bunch,” he sighs.

She goes quiet again. Andrew clears his throat.

“So,” he begins, “You’re gonna need a manager. I have some ideas for you.”

Shawn’s laughter fades. He leans back in the leather booth and meets Niall’s eyes. He rolls his own.

“What?” he groans.

“Nothing, mate. Just figured you’d have something to say about the fact that the last time we were here, she was with us.”

She. Niall’s adorably reverent of Ginny. Shawn makes a joke in his head about “She Who Must Not Be Named.” He keeps his nerdy notions to himself.

Shawn shrugs. “She’s everywhere, man. If I get all fuckin’ moody about having to do stuff and be places where I was with her, I’d never get out of bed. Actually, she’s been there too, so…” He trails off.

Niall bobs his head. “I miss her too.”

Shawn looks up from the fizzing bubbles in his pint glass. “You haven’t talked to her?”

“I’ve caught bits and pieces from her. Haven’t seen her in a while. She’s… y’know, she’s busy, meetin’ with managers and labels in all that. Don’t envy her a bit, actually. Fuckin’ miserable, that whole lot.”

Shawn frowns. He remembers that, kind of. It was different for him because Andrew discovered him, so he had an advocate in his corner from the start, plus he was a teenager, so his parents were at the helm of negotiations. He was just the music back then, not the brains. Ginny’s always been both.

“I’m not too worried about her,” Shawn confesses, his eyebrows pulling together, “She’s… so fucking smart, you know? Like, savvy. That’s why she’d be such a fucking great manager.”

Niall’s eyes widen in agreement. He nods thoughtfully. He shrugs.

“I guess things’ll happen as they’re meant to.” He angles his gaze back up to Shawn’s.

Shawn wets his lips. “They will. I know they will.”

Ginny gazes at the baby, lets her wrap her tiny fist around her finger. She sucks the finger into her mouth, cooing. Ginny giggles.

Hannah laughs with her, jiggling her little daughter as she lies on her stomach.

Victoria Jade Abigail is six months old and enormous for her age, looking easily 6-7 months older than she is. She has soft brown eyes and tight tiny curls, much like Ginny’s. When Ginny gets to hold her, she whispers in her ear about how lucky she is to have such a smart auntie who can help her care for them.

They’re in the park. Marcus and Kingston are exploring the Princess Diana Memorial Playground while Hannah and Ginny finish their picnic. Victoria starts to snooze against her mother’s chest with Ginny’s finger still clenched in her little hand. As she fades into sleep, her grip slackens. Ginny slips it free and smoothes her fingers down the baby’s back.

“You sure you really want to tour again, babes?” Ginny sighs, looking up to cast Hannah a curious glance. Hannah’s looking down at her baby girl adoringly.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, “I need it, Gin. Can’t live without it. Touring is… god, it’s everything. I mean, it’s not, obviously. Family. This family is everything. But…” Her voice fades.

Ginny feels a churning in her stomach. It’s familiar and unwelcome. It’s nauseating and a little helpless. It’s uncertainty. She nudges Hannah to continue.

Hannah shrugs. “But I can’t be all there for my family if I’m not being me, you know? Like, I can’t just give it up to be a mum. I know some women can. Some women want to. I applaud those women, as long as it’s what they really want. But what kind of mum am I really if I show my kids that dreams are disposable? I can’t… I can’t be the best mum I can be if I’m not also doing what I love.”

Ginny swallows and nods, rolling onto her side on the blanket they’ve spread over the dewy spring grass.

“You really feel that way? That if you’re not touring or performing, that’s… like, like you can’t be yourself without it?”

Hannah nods easily. “Of course. I think you have to feel that way to do this, to be this. Don’t you think it’s how Shawn feels, too?”

Ginny doesn’t startle like a frightened horse at the sound of his name anymore. It’s been months since she left him in that bed in Hawai’i. In that time, she’s reminded herself how to stand on her own and focus on her career.

The only problem is that… maybe it’s not the right career.

Ginny feels crazy when she lets herself consider that. After all this time, all this stress, all this work -- she upended her entire life for this. Her mother called her crazy. Her father claimed to have known all along she was meant to be an artist, which immediately made her wary. But could she really have gotten this far down this path just to find another direction again?

Ginny rolls away onto her back as Victoria stirs, hungry and squirmy. She sifts her fingers through the grass, the same way she did last summer when leaving Shawn’s team was a new and harsh inevitability. The wound has faded to a scar.

It’s not that it was the wrong move. She needed it -- they both did. But in the months that followed, as Ginny sat and thought and talked and met with managers and labels and struggled and drank and asked for advice, something felt just a little… hollow.

She chews on the inside of her lip again, where she’s convinced she’ll end up with a hole if she doesn’t find a way to calm the fuck down about all this.

“You know he’s in London, right?” Hannah hums.

Ginny blinks out of her cloud of thought. “Hmm?”

Hannah nods. “Doing some recording’s what I heard, last I talked to Teddy.”

“Teddy,” Ginny evades with a smile, “How is she?”

“Always a laugh, that one. Met with her last week. She’s going to put in a couple calls to some managers she likes, ones she thinks could fit my vibe.”

Ginny picks at the grass.

Ginny’s fingers stroke through the curls over his right ear. As he studies her face, she studies the way his hair looks a little bit copper in the lamplight. Her mind is blissfully empty, the way his almost never is. He smiles gently, adoring and envying.

The hand spread across her back flexes. Under the sheets of his bed, he slides a sturdy leg between hers. She shifts comfortably, welcoming him in. He clears his throat for her attention.

“When did you know you wanted to go into artist management?”

Ginny blinks a few times and scrunches her forehead. “Oh. Hmm. I guess around the time Hannah realized her first manager was nicking from her, skimming money off her accounts.”

Shawn’s eyebrows raise. Ginny sighs. “I’d been her PA, I was working closely with them both. I subbed in for a while before she could hire someone with actual experience. I guess I never really felt like her manager, more like her teammate. But I always understood her vision, y’know? I could see the big picture.”

Shawn nods. “She’s lucky to have you, Ginny. Even if you’re not directly on her team anymore. She needs you. We both do.”

Ginny smiles fondly. She scoots closer into his side. Shawn rolls onto his back and lets her fold herself on top of him, resting her head on his chest.

Finally, his head goes quiet.

“There’s enough of me to share, I promise.”

Ginny tilts her chin up, willing herself to focus. This meeting is important. But she’s… distracted.

It’s her third meeting with this guy from Demi Lovato’s management company. That hellish Island Records gala last year was good for something, it seems. Hannah’s come along as back up, as sort of interim-manager-substitute-person for some of the meetings Ginny’s taken. Ginny’s been doing the same for Hannah.

Ginny glances over. Hannah is listening intently, asking questions, looking engaged. Ginny smiles subtly and looks back at the man’s face, hoping her eyes haven’t glazed over.

Since the beginning, it was Ginny and Hannah. When they felt alone in a classroom full of girls with creamy white skin and soft braids and pigtails, it was down to them to make their own way.

Even when Marcus came along, Ginny and Hannah were a team. Even when Hannah’s babies came along, Ginny and Hannah were still a team. Even when Ginny was on another team, Hannah was still on her team. Things shift and change. They’re still a team.

When Ginny snaps back in, they’re alone. The industry professional in $800 jeans and Louboutin sneakers stepped out to take a call. Hannah’s eyes roll so hard Ginny’s surprised they don’t fall out.

“This motherfucker,” she snorts.

Despite the distraction, Ginny has been at least half listening and knows exactly why Hannah is reacting the way she is. After all, she’s seen and heard it all by now -- the good, the bad, the ugly. She can see through anyone’s bullshit smokescreen. Hannah is eyeing her like she’s wondering how Ginny even got to three meetings with this joker who’s talking about an EDM sound and touring with Bebe Rexha and a stage name.

And she can see through Ginny, too.

Hannah bites her lip. “Come on, Gin. This ain’t it, babes.”

Ginny sits back in her overstuffed armchair and gazes out at this loser’s stunning view of West London, her home.

“I guess I know that,” she whispers.

Hannah is patiently silent. Ginny looks back at her.

“Do you know what I think?”

Hannah shrugs in response.

“I think we’ve been going about this wrong. You and me, we’ve been trying to let other people take the reins for so long. You’ve had a half dozen shitty managers, I fell in love with my boss. What… what are we doing?”

Hannah sees a spark behind Ginny’s clear brown eyes. She sits up straighter.

“I mean,” Ginny begins, her voice growing louder, “What do you really want, Hans?”

Hannah’s brows lift. “I want… someone who understands me. A real partner.”

Ginny grins. “I understand you, Hans. No better partner than me.”

A look of uneasy understanding crosses Hannah’s face.

“But what about all this? What about doing your own music, touring?”

Ginny sits back, exhausted. “I love music. You know? I just… I really, really love it. I love performing. I love trying new things. But come on, Hans. You’re right. This ain’t it. This isn’t what I want. I don’t have to be a professional musician to sing. This is not my path.”

Hannah is quiet for a while. She nervously eyes the door. She sits forward, leaning into Ginny conspiratorially.

“Ok, Gin. What do you want, then?”

Ginny walked out.

She walked out of the office in her TK Maxx dress and the Louboutins Hannah got her for Christmas two years ago. She walked away from the slimy manager mincing his words. She walked away from something that wanted to change her, something that would’ve ruined her relationship with music forever.

She walked into a pub with Hannah and drank.

They sat in a booth with their heeled feet raised on cushions. They ate steak and kidney pies and drank lager and made plans.

Shortly after walking out of the management office, Ginny proposed a plan. Contracts were to be drawn up. Calls had to be made. Press releases needed to be drafted. All would be handled by Ginny, Hannah’s new manager.

Ginny didn’t feel a shred of regret, walking away. The weight of confusion from last summer is gone. The truth is, Ginny thinks, leaning back against the sticky booth with her beer in hand, leaving Shawn’s team was something that should’ve happened long before it did. They could never have a real relationship while she was on his payroll. She could not grow any more under Andrew’s shadow. The viral videos felt like a sign telling her to get out, to forge her own path. Ginny chuckles, thinking now she might’ve read it wrong.

Ginny closes her eyes. New paths are scary, that’s what kept her on the old one for so long. But as she sits here discussing strategy with her new client, she feels more stable and sure-footed than she has since she walked up to the other little black girl in the classroom and offered to show her where the milk coolers were.

Ginny sighs. Her fingers twitch for her phone. Hannah smiles knowingly, that slightly evil smile that always gets Ginny’s heart racing.

“You want to call him,” Hannah says flatly.

Ginny shrugs. “I’ve wanted to call him since September.”

“But you really, really want to call him now.”

“Of course I do,” she grumbles, “He’s… he’s the one, Han. I know he is. But I couldn’t stay with him, not while I was figuring this out.”

Hannah leans in across the sticky table. Her eyes are dark. The corner of her mouth lifts. Ginny feels a shiver rip down her spine in her prim pencil dress.

“So what’s stopping you now?” Hannah purrs.

Ginny’s stomach drops. She swallows. Her face goes hot.

She can’t answer.

Hannah holds up her phone. Her Instagram is open to a Shawn Mendes updates page on a post of him smiling with a fan outside Heathrow. It was posted fifteen minutes ago.

Ginny looks from the phone to Hannah.

“I’ve got to go.”

Shawn glances down at his phone one last time before dropping it in the security bin. The battery is low. He sniffs irritably, knowing he won’t get another chance to charge it until he’s on the plane back to LA.

He reaches back into the bin before the conveyor belt can drag it toward the x-ray machine. He turns it off.

Ginny is positively vibrating in the back of her black cab that’s speeding to Heathrow on the promise of a hefty tip.

Never has her phone felt so useless. She calls Shawn -- straight to voicemail, phone probably dead since he never turns it off. She calls Andrew -- straight to voicemail, which means he’s on a call and ignoring her. She calls Jake -- straight to voicemail, phone probably off because he’s not a desperate lovestruck millennial.

“Fuck!” Ginny cries, startling her driver. He looks back at her in the rearview mirror. She rolls her eyes and hits the contact number for Brian’s cell, waving at her driver to continue.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

“Hello?”

“Brian!” she nearly shrieks, “Where’s Shawn?”

“Uhhh, Ginny?”

She huffs. “Yes, it’s Ginny. Brian, come on, I’m on my way to Heathrow, I have to catch him before he leaves. Where is he going?”

“Back to LA. He’s closing the deal on the movie.”

Ginny blanches. “What?”

“Yeah,” Brian chuckles, “I told him it was stupid, too. Andrew wore him down, I think. He’s on the 4:30 Virgin Atlantic to JFK.”

Ginny looks up at the clock at the front of the cab. It’s 3:30.

“Shit, fuck, I’m never gonna make it,” Ginny pants into the phone.

“Gonna have to run for it, Gin,” Brian chuckles, amused by the image.

“Yeah, yeah, call you later,” she grumbles, hanging up.

Ten minutes later, Ginny is power walking up to security, heels clacking, thrusting her phone out toward the woman who doesn’t look like she cares at all that Ginny just bought a $900 flight to New York she doesn’t even plan to board.

The ticket scans. Ginny hustles down the ramp and picks the shortest security line behind a doddering old couple who seem very confused about air travel as though it’s 1943 and they’ve never been on a fucking commercial flight. With a strained smile, Ginny sorts them out, leaving their clunky phones in a bin with their jackets and watching them shuffle through the metal detectors. As soon as Ginny is waved through, she grabs her phone and shoes from her bin and runs.

Over her shoulder, she calls, “Have a safe flight! Enjoy Orlando!”

Ginny forgoes slipping her shoes back on and tries hard not to think about the grimy germs she’s running through as she sprints through the terminal.

She dodges and weaves like an Arsenal striker, calling out “sorry!”s and “pardon me!”s as she goes. Her eyes are fixed at the gate at the end of the long stretch of wide, heavily trafficked corridor.

D23.

Somewhere around D17 they start bellowing over the intercom for last call for Virgin Atlantic flight 214 to New York City.

Bollocks.

Ginny hurdles past families, service dogs, airport police who give her disappointed glances. She is nearly waylaid by someone toting an inexplicably empty luggage cart. Just before it can collide with her ankles, she leaps over it with as much flexibility as her tight-fitting dress will allow.

She ignores the hoots and whistles of passersby, the tuts and scoldings of buttoned-up mums and dads. She has a singular goal.

She has to get to Shawn.

The last call announcement rings in her ears, pushing her as she pants heavily. Her bare feet slap the floor. Her heart charges hard against her ribs. Beads of sweat pool around her hairline.

Somewhere at a newsstand that she runs past, she catches a bar of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” by Diana Ross.

She runs faster.

D23 is nearly empty. She weaves around a flustered looking family to see that the door is still open!

She’s fumbling with her phone to access her ticket. She glances back up as her feet start to slow.

She sees him standing by a window looking dumbstruck, befuddled Andrew to his left, delighted Jake to his right.

“Ginny?” Shawn cries, launching off the post he’s leaning against. His long legs carry him to her, splitting the difference. They nearly collide, but he grabs her forearms and halts them, looking her over in confusion as she drops her shoes with a loud clatter on the tile floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he cries, cupping her face.

God, she’s fucking beautiful. He’s never gone this long without getting to look at her. He doesn’t know why she’s here, but he’s going to soak up every second.

“Don’t get on the plane,” she pants.

“What?”

“Don’t-- get on the plane,” she repeats, squeezing her fingers around his biceps.

“Ginny, what are you--”

“I ran out of a meeting with Greg Osterfield today,” she manages, eyes shifting to Andrew, who’s glancing at his watch, “I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t sign with him. Truth is, I don’t want to sign with anyone, Shawn. I don’t want to be an artist, not really. I had to try, though. I’m not sorry I did, otherwise I always would’ve wondered. But I know now.”

“Shawn,” Andrew calls, looking anxiously at the gate attendants who are getting ready to shut the door.

“Hold on!” Shawn barks without taking his eyes off her. It makes her smile through her heavy breaths.

“Ginny, baby, please talk faster,” Shawn murmurs.

“I’m gonna manage Hannah. That’s what I want. That’s what I’m going to do. I know… I know that’s going to make it hard for us. We’ll be in the same place at the same time, what, twice a year, if we’re lucky? But it’s worth it, I think, to try. We’re worth it. I’m sorry I left like that. I didn’t want to, but I had to.”

“I know,” Shawn interrupts, “I’m not-- I mean, it hurt, but I know why you did it. Honestly, Gin, I respect you so much for that. I’m so fucking proud of you. God, I love you.”

Ginny takes a deep inhale and swings her arms around his neck. Shawn follows her lead, pulling her in by her hips to a crushing kiss right there, in front of gate D23, amidst rubbernecking travelers, confused gate attendants and one very annoyed artist manager.

“Oh, thank god,” Jake mutters, going pink and averting his eyes from the scene, smiling to himself.

Shawn lightens up the kiss first, lifting a hand to cup her neck, tilting her head back to suck gently at her lower lip. He swallows her whimper and purrs, hungry for more. Ginny curls up into him, toying with the curls at the back of his neck. An unamused elderly woman passing them clears her throat. They ignore her.

After a few more heated seconds, Ginny pulls back reluctantly, bumping her nose against his.

“Don’t do the stupid movie,” she insists.

“Is that your professional opinion?” Shawn laughs, tickling the back of her neck with his fingertips.

She beams. “Yes. Don’t do the stupid fucking movie. Don’t even get on the plane. Come with me. Be here with me, just for a little while.”

Shawn smiles. He’s never been so happy to ditch work.

The gate closes. The plane leaves with Andrew onboard, toting excuses from Shawn to give the studio -- “just doesn’t feel like the right project, very excited and eager to consider more opportunities down the road” -- a line fed to him by Ginny.

Despite her expectations, Andrew didn’t look surprised or even too angry about Ginny’s sudden disruption. He muttered something about Dorothy clicking her heels to return to Oz. Shawn, with his other arm around Ginny’s shoulders, beamed and held up her Louboutins with a wink. Andrew rolled his eyes, hugged them both and left Jake with them for safe keeping.

As they stroll back through the terminal, catching the eyes of curious onlookers who either recognize Ginny as the woman who had just sprinted past them or Shawn as one of the most famous musicians on the planet, Shawn turns his face into Ginny’s hair and closes his eyes, inhaling. She still smells like coconut.

“Hey,” she whispers, getting his attention, “Where d’you want to go? My mum’s? Hannah’s?”

Shawn smiles. “How about we get a room at that little hotel in Regent’s Park and you let me show you how much I love you?”

Ginny’s face gets hot. “Yeah. Ok. Think I can spare a few days for that.”

Shawn shrugs. “Gonna take me longer than a few days to show you that, Gin.”

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