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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.19--Episodes 18-19

I have watched through S2E19; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—I got my Pinocchio and Gepetto reunion. I asked to have a big emotional event, I have nobody to blame but myself. And the writers, it’s really their fault I’m sad.

—The good kind of sad, though. Gepetto actually gets to help his son grow up. Pinocchio gets a no-holds-barred second chance. That’s a pretty rare bit of pure happiness for the characters.

—I can’t quite tell if Tamara is supposed to be from the fairytale world, or if she’s just a regular person who believes in magic. If she is from the fairytale world, I have no guess as to who she might be.

—I actually don’t like that she’s carrying on with Owen. Working together to take down the town? Sure. But having them be in a secret relationship feels A) cliche, and B) kinda forced. I’m still open to the idea that their relationship’s backstory will get a stronger foundation later on, but as of right now I think it’s a bit of a weak link in the otherwise great story.

—The Dragon was kind of disappointing. Giving me this mystic character who for some reason can see and cure magical maladies and then just bumping him off was kind of weird. On the other hand, I don’t really feel like investigating yet another storyline right now, so it comes out even.

—Oh, good. We’re having nightmares about killing children again.

—At this point, I’d like to believe Mr. Gold wouldn’t seriously threaten Henry, but if he starts descending into evil again I’m not so sure.

—Mr. Gold throwing shade on Granny’s *wink wink* not-frozen lasagna was hilarious.

—I love when Henry calls Charming “Gramps”.

—Bae is a surprisingly decent father. I mean, he hasn’t done a whole lot yet, but he seems committed.

—Him and Henry dueling with their lil wooden swords in the park was fun.

—Lmao, that nurse asked Mr. Gold to describe Belle and he basically told her to look for the pretty one. Gushing about her beautiful blue eyes (that’s just fact) and her unforgettable accent…he’s so in love.

—I am now at about 12/10 on the Mad At Regina Meter. Just because she’s miserable and won’t learn to move on with her life, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be miserable too.

—Also, I really don’t like Lacey. She’s a piece of work. Not to mention, she is exactly the wrong kind of person for Mr. Gold. He needs someone who is willing to challenge him, who can care about him while pushing him to be the best version of himself, and Lacey is the opposite of that. She doesn’t challenge him at all. She doesn’t care about him being a good person. And I’m pretty sure Belle would dislike her, too.

—Despite the fact that Lacey’s clothes are very similar to things Red would’ve worn closer to the beginning of the show, I don’t like Lacey’s clothes at all. (Gee, I wonder why—it can’t possibly be that the girl wearing them is the difference *sarcastic*)

—Seriously, it is unnerving that Lacey can just stand there and watch, smiling, while Mr. Gold beats the tar out Nottingham. I have gone on and on about my love for Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin, myself, but his bouts of rage are essentially the one thing about him that are truly off-putting. I don’t find violence attractive, and at some level I distrust anyone who does.

—I much prefer the Belle who is like the Charming to Rump’s cursed!Snow. Episode 19 really reminded me of the episode where Charming took an arrow to keep Snow from killing the Evil Queen. The elements were all there—hell, those episodes even have literally the same bow and arrow! And there’s that oh-so-delicious element of fighting for the soul of someone you care for.

—THE LIBRARY! That’s the best part of Beauty and the Beast. To me, that represents the Beast telling Belle that they are now equals (I could get historical/philosophical on that, but my braincells are much too tired) and not only that, he does it with books!

—The smell of old books is lovely. Or maybe it’s not old ones, but ones made of a certain kind of paper? Whichever it is, books smell good.

—I had kinda hoped Hook died of New York. I am entirely displeased to see him return.

—I think it’s interesting that Lacey wears almost exclusively blue. Now, Belle has worn many different colors, in Storybrooke and in the fairytale world, and blue has been featured in some of her outfits, but it’s also the fact that she’s not wearing yellow. It’s an interesting visual reminder that she’s a different person now.

—Belle is going to be disappointed and shocked and angry with herself and with Mr. Gold when she gets her real memories back. And yes, I continue to be optimistic, even though it’s a pretty stupid strategy for this show.

—Why shouldn’t Emma go to the fairytale world? Literally all her friends, her house, and her life are with the fairytale characters. There’s no reason why she should pick the “real” world. Also, with the magic bean supply, she, Henry, and Bae could work out a travel solution if Bae doesn’t want to go back.

—Something’s totally gonna happen to the beans though. Because of course it is.

#once upon a time #ouat #pinocchio #gepetto #tamara #Owen #the dragon #mr. gold #Henry #baelfire #belle #lacey #regina mills #Captain Hook #Emma swan #martianbugsbunny reviews

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janfraiser · 3 years

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First Lines Meme

thanks @whatstheproblembaby for tagging me! Rules are, List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors! I've been doing whumptober, and I count every chapter as its own oneshot, so expect a lot of that...

1. "It’s been almost a month since Lacey had officially invited Vic to move in with her and Tori, and she’s still not quite used to having another person in the apartment." WIP, to be posted tomorrow ;), Killer Hair

2. "Rebecca is having quite a pleasant conversation with Beard and Sassy over their glasses of champagne when she hears a commotion from the other side of the gala hall." Revenge, Ted Lasso

3. "Lacey does not really want to be doing anything twelve hours after giving birth." I Know It's Hard (Keep Your Head Up), Killer Hair

4. "Lacey isn’t entirely sure what she thinks of the combo antique-thrift shop she’s stepped into." You Break It, You Buy It, Killer Hair

5. "Lesley blinks, stumbling slightly in the movie theater lobby." Cursed, Rivers of London

6. "Shawn keeps a careful eye on his girlfriend as he leads her out to the veranda." I Promise That Nobody's Gonna Love You Like Me, Psych

7. "Jamie is meters away from Dani, his boots thudding on the wet grass of the pitch as he moves into position to receive a pass." Blood-Matted Hair, Ted Lasso

8. "”Get in,” says Dad, matter-of-fact and instructional as always, always telling you what to do without an ounce of warmth or love in his voice." Trunk, Psych

9. "Karen Vick is well aware of how quickly a situation can turn from good to bad, but in the space of a two-minute phone call might be a new record." Bleeding, Psych

10. "Selene is glad for voice-to-text as she tries to drive, text her husband, and not bleed all over her car at the same time." Doctor's Visit, Psych

11. "Tom tells himself he’s going to be calmer when his second child is born." Hemorrhage, Call the Midwife

12. "Shawn can’t sit still." On A Need to Know Basis, Psych

okay im cheating and ending early bc i have way too many oneshots and this is lowkey giving me a headache, but my fav is number 12 bc of how short and succinct it is. tagging @someonefantastic @uno-reverse-reversed and @shangqiskaty!

#tag game

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 2

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.1k

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Masterlist // Channel introduction // Previous chapter // Next chapter

Henry can’t believe that he had the guts to ask the Sandy Choi to join him on his walk. He is too afraid to slide into her DM’s, let alone to follow her on Instagram, but this he can do?

He just knows that Jackson is going to haunt him with this for a very long time.

He sits on a park bench, nervously moving his leg up and down. It’s cooling down nicely and the spot he has chosen, has a little beach, with a nice lake for Kal to swim in.

Henry rethought his outfit about five times. He wanted something casual, but nothing too sloppy. Sandy always looks so put together in her vlogs and since she had to get ready, he simply knows that she’ll look absolutely stunning.

He looks at his black running shorts, that he paired with a white shirt and some black sneakers. It’s nothing too much, but he doesn’t want her to think that he is a try hard. Besides, this is probably the only outfit that doesn’t suffocate him to death, especially with the aftermaths of today’s temperatures.

He keeps out looking for her. Was it impersonal of him to just sent her his location? Should’ve he picked her up from her house? But what if she’s not comfortable with that?

God, his mind is running all over the place. Kal whines a bit, a nice distraction for a few seconds. ‘I know, but we have to wait a bit for Sandy.’

The fact that he met her friend Lacey last night during one of Jackson’s party. Normally he isn’t too keen on those parties, but this one, he felt like he should go and thank God he did. He has Sandy Choi’s number and texting her has been such a thrill. He has neglected the things he needed to do, solely so he could focus on texting her. She was funny, witty and Henry couldn’t get the idiotic grin off his face.

He stares to his left, before he finally turns his attention to his right. His breath gets caught in his throat. He admired her on her Instagram account (that he would search for every single day, because he couldn’t seem to follow her, too afraid to do so) and on her vlogs, but nothing prepared him for seeing her in real life.

She is wearing a blue and white tartan dress, with tiny sleeves. It comes halfway her thighs and she paired some old white sneakers and some socks with a lace border with it. He knows this dress, he has seen it in quite a few of her vlogs. He can sometimes barely remember the names of the interviewers who just introduced themselves, but this he remembers.

Sandy runs her fingers through her long locks and looks up from her phone, scanning the area. Her eyes finally land on him and a timid smile appears on her face, before she walks up to him.

Henry notices a small change in her body language. The way her shoulders are tense, he can tell she’s nervous. To be fair, he is too, but he knows he can hide it a lot better.

‘Hi,’ he says, holding up his hand, immediately regretting it. God, he looks like a moron.

She stops about four meters apart from him, fidgeting her hands. ‘Hi.’ Her voice matches her appearance: tiny and sweet.

‘How are you?’ he asks, shoving his hand in his pocket, not quite knowing what to do with it.

‘I’m good, thank you.’

Kal gets up from his spot and Henry realizes that he for a second forgot that he brought a dog with him. His own dog for that matter. Sandy holds out her hand when he is nearing her and she smiles. ‘Hi there,’ she says, her voice a little higher as one does when talking to an animal. ‘I never expected you to be this big.’ She scratches him behind his ears and Kal wags his tail.

‘Shall we go?’ Henry asks.

The only things he earns from her is a nod and a soft: ‘Mhm’.

Is he doing something wrong? Was he too forward by asking her to join him? He usually is never this nervous around people, around women for that matter, but Sandy Choi is doing something to him.

They watch as Kal walks in front of them, sniffing trees, marking his territory. She hasn’t said anything so far, something he doesn’t understand. They were texting for hours on end and he enjoyed himself. He loved every second of it. There was never an awkward silence and she was pretty talkative, really funny and witty.

What has changed?

‘What have you been doing today?’ he asks, desperately needing to get a conversation going. ‘Besides texting me.’

She finally looks up, her brown eyes meeting his. It doesn’t last long though, because she averts her eyes and stares at Kal again. She has a soft smile toying on her lips though and she says: ‘I’ve been slowly destructing my own house, because you keep on distracting me.’

He nearly buffs out his chest. ‘Oh, I have I now?’

‘Mhm.’

Kal rushes towards them. He seems to like Sandy, because he keeps on checking in on her, sniffing her hand and licking it in the process. He can’t really seem to pull himself away from Sandy and Henry totally understands. Though she has been pretty timid, it’s something about her presence that is oddly calming.

‘He likes you,’ Henry notes.

‘Good thing I like him too, then.’

‘You don’t have pets, have you?’

‘You tell me.’ She still doesn’t look at him, but he likes those tiny remarks she makes. He figures she is getting more comfortable around him. ‘I’ve heard you have been watching my vlogs intently.’

Henry can’t stop the chuckle, though his cheeks flame of embarrassment. ‘Well, you don’t have one, that I know. Is it because you don’t want one?’

‘I want a pet, preferably a dog, but my landlord doesn’t allow it. If my life wasn’t plastered on the internet, I would’ve hidden one there, but I know he watches my channel too, so that’s out of the window really.’ Her gaze falls on Kal, who sprints towards the water.

‘Shame.’

The two of them stand in the sand, staring at Kal, who is getting it in his head. The entire day he was down on the tiles in the bathroom, since that’s the coldest spot in his home. Right now, feeling the refreshment of the water, it causes him to go crazy. Henry has seen it before this week, whenever he would walk him here at the end of the day, so Kal could cool off.

He watches his dog jumping in and out of the water, running circles on the grass around them. ‘He is mad,’ he mentions.

She snickers softly. ‘He seems like a sweetheart.’

Henry looks to the side. She chewing on the inside of her cheek, but finally Sandy actually looks up at him. She doesn’t look away instantly. ‘What?’ she asks him. ‘Is there something on my face?’

‘No, no,’ he says. ‘Just that—’

Before he can finish his sentence, Kal rushes through the gap between them, only he bumps with his wet side against her legs. She wasn’t totally prepared for the force that comes with Kal. He knows from watching her vlogs that she can be a klutz from time to time and standing here in the sand, can’t be good. He sees that she is losing her balance, so he quickly steps forward and wraps his arm around her waist, preventing her from falling backwards in the sand.

It was a reflex, but now he is actually holding her, his hand on her side, hers resting on his bicep. His heart nearly beats out of his chest, to a point where every heartbeat hurts a bit. He never would’ve thought that he’d be this close to her. The smell of her perfume, a sweet flowery scent.

She quickly blinks her eyes and swallows hard, not breaking eye contact with him. He notices her pupil enlarges a bit in her dark eyes, though the sun is shining on them. ‘Thanks,’ she whispers.

‘I’m sorry, he can be a bit—’

‘It’s okay,’ Sandy interrupts him, a blush apparent on her cheeks.

Then Henry realizes he is still holding her and he retreats his arm, her soft hand grazing over his lower arm and his wrist. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Mhm.’

That mhm again. Is that a good mhm, a bad mhm? ‘Oh, no, your shoes and legs,’ Henry notices, cringing at the sight of how she looks. God, he shouldn’t have gone here. Her shoes are marked with a print of Kal’s muddy paw and her legs have stripes of mud on it.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ she says. ‘It’s okay. Comes with a dog, right?’

‘I’m truly sorry,’ Henry continues to apologize, but yet again she simply shakes her head.

‘Really, don’t worry about it, Henry. It’s totally fine. I have a washing machine back home.’

The way his name sounds when she says it… He all of the sudden likes his name a lot more. Kal rushes towards them and with a stern voice, Henry tells Kal to stop. He obeys, but Henry knows the look on the face of his furry companion. He can see it in the way the big American Akita stands. The dog wants to shake the water and mud off of himself. Henry pulls Sandy by her arm and hides her behind his broad body, while the droplets of water mixed with mud cover his face and his white shirt.

To make things even worse, Kal places his front legs on Henry’s chest, wanting to lick his face. ‘Down, Kal, down.’

Kal stands with all of his four paws on the sand again and he hears a soft giggle from behind him. He turns around, only to see Sandy with her hands covering her mouth. ‘How do I look?’ he asks her, an amused smile on his face. He looks at the prints on his chest and he can only imagine how his face looks like, judging from his arms.

‘Like you need a bath.’ She smiles at him and it’s the brightest smile he has seen of her so far. He just knows that he’ll dream about that exact smile, the way her eyes brighten up as well. ‘Thank you,’ she says, ‘you are truly a gentleman, Henry.’

⟢⟡⟣

The silence between them isn’t awkward anymore, but it’s actually kind of soothing as they continue their walk. Slowly they are talking a bit more, about the sky, the hot air balloons they see and she constantly tells him where she sees a cat, so he can brace himself before Kal pulls the leash, wanting to chase the animals.

Henry decides to live up to the title she has given him, and actually walk her home now, like a real gentleman. ‘What was it like setting up a YouTube channel?’ Henry decides to ask her.

‘It was terrifying,’ she honestly admits. ‘But was the best decision I’ve ever made. Before I uploaded my first video, I made like seven videos prior, but they weren’t good enough in my eyes.’

‘You’re a perfectionist?’

‘Pretty much. Why?’

‘I was wondering,’ Henry says, as they stop walking, indicating they are at her apartment building. ‘I’ve been thinking about setting up a channel of my own.’

‘Really?’ she asks him. ‘That’s exciting. What kind of channel?’

‘Something with maybe building some pc’s or work out videos, tips, gaming, maybe even some vlogs, if I’m interesting enough. I don’t know, but… Why are you smiling, Sandy?’ He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking at the petite woman who is standing in front of him.

‘You thought that uploading those videos on IGTV wasn’t enough already? Give your fans a break, Henry.’ She runs her fingers through her hair and adds: ‘But I think that it’s really great that you want to do that.’

‘Could you help me out?’ he blurts out.

Sandy’s eyes widen. ‘You want me to help you out? Why?’

‘Because you are talented. I feel like you are the person that could help me out. If you have time of course. I mean, I get that you have more to do than help an idiot create a YouTube channel. You know what, forget I mentioned it. I hope you have a pleasant evening and we’ll probably meet again or not, because I totally ruined it by suggesting this.’ After his ramble, Henry turns around to walk away with Kal.

Fuck, he is so stupid. God, why did he even tell her this? She is probably scared away now and he totally understands. It almost sounds like that is the reason why he wanted to talk to her.

‘Wait,’ Sandy says, causing not only Henry, but also Kal to listen. ‘I want to help you out. It would be my pleasure to help you setting up your channel.’

‘Really?’ He looks at her after he turned around. ‘You’d do that?’

‘Mhm, only you have to know that I take this kind of thing very seriously.’ She is holding her keys in her hand. ‘Does tomorrow work for you?’

She wants to meet with him again! He didn’t scare her away, he actually made her come back. He holds back his excitement. ‘Tomorrow works for me. I’ll text you the address tonight, okay?’

‘Okay.’ She fumbles with the keys, staring at them, before she makes eye contact with him again. She bites her lower lip and finally says: ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then, Henry.’

‘See you tomorrow, Sandy.’

Sandy pushes in the key in the lock and holds up her hand to wave at him. He quickly waves back and he watches her step inside. ‘Did you hear that, Kal?’ he asks the dirty dog, who he definitely needs to bathe when they get home. ‘She’s coming over tomorrow. I should buy something sweet for her. She likes chocolate, so I should get that for her. Oh fuck, I need to clean up. I don’t want her to think that I live in a bachelor pad.’

Grateful that he wore his running shoes, he takes a sprint with Kal, a smile on his face and it doesn’t fall off, even when he is already home.

Sandy Choi is coming over tomorrow.

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lokisrare · 4 years

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yours

PART TWO HERE

pairings: george mackay x ofc

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was going to be a smut but then decided to cut that part off lmao, just the teasing, k i’m leaving, bye love you.

Black and white. That was tonight’s theme at this place.

To say she wasn’t a big fan of this place would’ve been a lie, her most remarkable memories happened here; it had kind of a grungy vibe but with all the flashlights and the common dance music, it looked just like other night club.

“Sex on the beach?” The bartman asked. Miles. He was this incredibly tall blonde guy every girl wanted but yet, he was married, and to another extremely beautiful guy with asian features. It’s was like a race, she always thought, who’s the one who looks more like a god.

“Please,” she said looking at the group of girls going for another round of tequila while they all greeted Mary, the girl who she had come with. She just stayed behind to order her usual cocktail before arriving, tequila was just not her thing anymore.

“They’re gonna regret all those rounds tomorrow” Miles laughed a little while finishing her cocktail, “here you go, try not to ruin this for you too or you won’t be able to drink anything.”

She scoffed.

“Beer is always there for me.”

“Touche, Miss. Have a great night!”

Her teenage years where mostly a blur, the nights out and the illegal parties she got into with the five girls sitting a few meters away had their collateral effects, like not being able to even smell tequila and some other alcoholic beverages. Sometimes she’d wonder if a feeling of regret should go along with those memories but no, not even a little bit of shame; teenage years were made to leave freely and to explore and that’s exactly what she did.

“Danna!” A red hair got up from the table and -literally- jumped on her, the pink glittery veil she was wearing making her nose hitch as the girl hugged her, “I’ve missed you a lot, but like, A LOT.”

“Clara, you saw me three days ago.” Danna giggled. Clara was a lightweight but who could blame her, it was her last night as a not-married-woman as she liked to say.

Clara was a young soul and Danna would’ve never imagined she’d be the first one getting married but Kit came into the picture and things changed, he was a good guy and so much like her friend, a made-for-each-other kinda thing.

“Oh, right. But who cares I always miss you, we used to see each other everyday!”

“That was 5 years ago during high school, Clari.” Danna laughed while the red haired shrugged and took her arm turning both of them around.

“Ugh, doesn’t matter! Here are the girls! And those two there are my sisters in law.”

Danna greeted everyone on the table, they talked a little, the typical chat:

How are you?

How’s work?

How’s life, basically. And that was it, then the rounds of vodka started and after a few of them she could already feel a little bit tipsy, laughing about the stupidest thing.

“So, Danna” Lacey asked from across the table, “How’s George? When are we getting another wedding?” she asked and everyone around cheered except for her, of course, as she remembered the events occurred some hours ago.

“You’re acting like a child, Danna!” George shouted from behind as he followed her into the room.

“Acting like a child? I’m just asking for a little respect over here.” She turned on her heels looking at him with a death glare, “I’m fucking aware your job includes some kissing and stuff sometimes and I can take that, what I can’t stand is this stupid ass bitch throwing herself at you every goddamn time, even when I’M THERE. Does she even know you’re taken?”

George looked down at her. The tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife and right then she felt like punching him on his perfect teeth. Asshole.

“She’s 25 years older than me, Danna, and is married, do you really think she’s doing that? Of course you’re being childish, and yes, she knows you’re my girlfriend, everyone knows.” He said annoyed.

“Fine George, let’s put this the other way around because I think your brain might not be working right know.” George scoffed, rolling his eyes and Danna felt like showering him with curses.

“You go visit me at my work place and Logan’s there, you know I see him as a friend but he’d always wanted more, and he’s there and he’s touching my hair and winking at me all flirty and not so subtly inviting me out for a drink, what the fuck would you do, George, uh?” He just stared at her and then sighed, not knowing what to say.

“Exactly. Now if you excuse me I’m gonna go over to Mary’s to get ready there and while I’m gone, go fuck yourself, George. You’re childish.”

She felt someone snapping their fingers right in front of her face, now everyone on the table looking expectant, waiting for her answer. Ugh, she hated it. The whole attention thing.

“Uhm, we don’t know yet, George’s new project will take kinda long and now that I’m in charge of the magazine it’s not like we have the time to think about it. Plus we’ve only been dating for 8 months, Lacey.” Danna explained letting out a nervous laugh.

“Duh, I know, but you’ve known each other for like, what, for years now? It just took you guys way too long to realize you were head over heels for each other.”

Go to hell, Lacey. Danna wanted to disappear, she hated talking about her relationship and now everyone seemed interested on it.

“Yeah, I guess, you’ll be the first one to know if there’s a proposal.”

Lacey nodded, happy with the answer she got, letting out an ear-killing shout and then everyone just kept talking (screaming) while Danna just sinked a little on her place, she kinda regretted reacting that way with George but also the alcohol in her system told her he deserved it, so she grabbed the vodka shot in front if her and drank it.

George had a bad temper but so did she and even though most of the time they agreed on many things they were jealous people, the problem was that Danna accepted it, while he didn’t and she hated that.

Clara clapping got her out of the bubble.

“Fiiiiiiine, the boys are here, you know girls, Kit and I decided to end the night together, our not-married-yet celebrations joining, yay!” Clara cheered as she waved at her soon-to-be husband coming our way with other men behind him, one of those being George.

Oh fuck me, Clara. Why.

Almost too violently, Danna got it rid of her blazer, adjusting her lacy white top and her black leather skirt, she didn’t know why was she doing it, was she nervous to see him? like a fucking teenager? Obviously not, but she did wanted him to look at her.

When the group of men got to the table, they greeted everyone with a smile and that’s when George landed his eyes on her, down to her cleavage and staring little too much, the whole situation sending a shiver through her whole body. He stood there watching her like it was just the two of them.

“I love this song! oh my God! Let’s go dance people! Party’s on!” Clara got up taking Kit’s hand dragging him into the dance floor, followed by everyone else. Except for George and Danna.

She got up slowly, fixing her skirt. When she looked up, George was standing there and maybe if she still wasn’t so mad, she would’ve gone straight to kiss him right there because of how delightful he looked with those black jeans and the white half buttoned shirt.

When she tried to walk past him, George grabbed her arm bringing her back, their chests touching slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He said against her ear and Danna let out a sarcastic laugh. Maybe she was being childish now not letting the whole thing go but she was tipsy and he was an asshole earlier.

“I’m sure you are. You should, actually. Now if you excuse me I’d like to go dancing and celebrate with my friends.” She tried to let go of his hand but George was quicker and grabbed her by the waist to hold her still, pushing her against the nearest wall.

“Stop asking like that, Danna.” He almost growled.

“Like what, George? I’m literally just trying to leave to dance with my girlfriends.” Danna said looking at him with an innocent expression.

She knew she was pushing his buttons but it would’ve been a lie not to say the most pleasant thing to watch was him flustered, his cheeks turning carmine as he clenched his jaw, the veins on his neck showing and breathing becoming uneven.

Danna’s eyes closed as George lingered his lips against the crook of her neck, not kissing, not sucking just caressing it with his soft lips, earning a sigh from her. She felt so glad they were in a dark corner.

“I told I was sorry. I would never flirt with anyone and disrespect you like that.” George said with his lips still gracing her skin. “I like you, I’m yours, Danna. All yours.”

“I just hate that woman, I’m all about sorority but she keeps making it hard for me.” George laughed at her remark and Danna furrowed her eyebrows. “Don’t laugh, you idiot. It’s true. I just hate her touching you and looking at you and kissing your lips.”

Danna’s fingers went to his cheek so their faces were mere inches apart, noses touching. George looked at her lips and smiled looking back into her eyes.

“You look stunning, y'know? Absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking.”

George said and finally kissed her. Lips moving in sync as his hands held her waist tighter, Danna hands moving to touch his exposed chest feeling his soft skin. George bit her lip and that was it for the kiss to become more desperate, his hands traveled down as she pulled his hair a little too strong. The tension growing every second as they kissed in that dark corner feeling like two hormonal teenagers all over again.

“Oh sorry, I was just looking for my purse!” someone said making both of then jump.

One of Clara’s sister in law was standing there looking completely ashamed.

“It’s ok. Don’t worry, just making up here.” Danna shrugged it off and George giggled a little. The girl smiled shyly at the both of them and left quickly.

When Danna turned to look at George she felt like leaving the place right then, even though it was not possible since she promised Clara she’d stay till the end. He stood there, his hair a mess and cheeks red, his lips were swollen and stained with her red lipstick, his white shirt a mess.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, sweetheart.” he said getting closer to her, he grabbed her throat and caressed the skin with his thumb, his eyes looking straight to her lips, “We’re going dancing now, and then I’m taking you home so I can show you don’t need to be jealous of any other woman.”

His hands gripping just little hit harder bringing her closer, so he could kiss her one last time.

“I’m yours, Danna. Yours.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #1917 fic #1917 imagine

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Lacey's Love Meter cover from Ghosttundra!

There is no episode featuring this game as of now!

#lacey games #lacey's flash games #lacey's love meter #lacey's wardrobe #lacey's diner #lacey's petshop #lacey and the jammers #ghosttundra

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OK, April 1

Cover: Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper moving in together

Page 1: Contents

Page 2: Contents

Page 6: Insider Access -- Marie Claire Change Makers party -- Dominique Tipper and Leona Lewis

Page 7: Nina Dobrev, Jessica Chastain and Busy Philipps, Elizabeth Chambers, Martha Higareda, Kyung Yoo and Kim Sung-joo and Misa Hylton Brim

Page 8: Brie Larson had a difficult childhood

Page 9: Chris Hemsworth paying $5000 per hour to get surfing lessons at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch, Kendall Jenner and Cara Delevingne used to be close but have barely been in touch over the past several months, Teresa Giudice planning on moving to Los Angeles

Page 10: Red Carpet -- Gemma Chan

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Care Delevingne vs. Devon Windsor, Kim Kardashian vs. Tracee Ellis Ross, Paloma Faith vs. Coco Rocha

Page 14: Cover Story -- Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga’s next chapter

Page 16: George and Amal Clooney headed for a split

Page 18: Reese Witherspoon’s domestic bliss

Page 20: News in Photos -- The Bachelor Colton Underwood and Cassie Randolph

Page 22: Katherine Schwarzenegger raising awareness for pet adoption, Gabrielle Union, Candace Cameron Bure

Page 23: Antoni Porowski, Khloe Kardashian and Malika and Khadijah Haqq and O.T. Genasis, Sarah Jessica Parker

Page 24: Naomi Campbell, Janel Parrish

Page 25: Tim Burton, A$AP Rocky, Paris Hilton

Page 26: Eva Green and Danny DeVito, Stephanie Pratt, Jon Hamm

Page 28: Nina Agdal, David Foster and fiancee Katharine McPhee, Yara Shahidi

Page 29: Zachary Levi, Karlie Kloss and Brandon Maxwell

Page 30: Maren Morris, Nick Jonas, Jennifer Garner

Page 32: Queen Elizabeth and Kate Middleton’s unbreakable bond

Page 34: Secrets of Hallmark’s Leading Ladies -- Lacey Chabert, Alison Sweeney

Page 35: Candace Cameron Bure, Hallmark drops Lori Loughlin

Page 36: Celeb Chefs -- Please try a vegan diet

Page 38: Comparison of Engagement Rings -- Heidi Klum, Katy Perry, Jennifer Lawrence

Page 39: Katharine McPhee, Katherine Schwarzenegger, Jennifer Lopez

Page 40: Andy Cohen’s baby bliss

Page 42: Shape Up Like a Superhero -- Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman

Page 43: Brie Larson and Captain Marvel, Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow

Page 44: Jonathan Bennett

Page 46: Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth on the rocks already

Page 48: Malin Akerman has made it her mission to find Jon Hamm his dream girl, Priyanka Chopra is planning Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner’s wedding, Ashlee Simpson may be pregnant

Page 49: Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes’ baby fever has gone into overdrive, Eva Mendes and Ryan Gosling getting married, Love Bites -- Lea Michele and Zandy Reich married, Jade Roper and Tanner Tolbert are expecting a baby boy, Princess Beatrice and Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi are dating

Page 50: Style -- Dove Cameron

Page 52: Aja Naomi King, Stephanie Szostak

Page 53: Olivia Wilde

Page 54: Beauty -- Katherine Langford, Kendall Jenner

Page 55: Camila Coelho, Elle Fanning, Olivia Culpo, Kate Bosworth, Jennifer Lopez

Page 56: Lily Aldridge

Page 58: Zuri Hall

Page 60: Entertainment

Page 61: Perry Mattfeld of In the Dark

Page 64: Man of the Week -- Kit Harington

Page 66: Hollywood Heat Meter -- Emily Ratajkowski and husband Sebastian Bear-McClard haven’t been paying their rent and are noisy neighbors, Julianne Moore was fired from Can You Ever Forgive Me?, Hannah Brown will be the next Bachelorette, Keith Urban confirmed the risque song Gemini is about wife Nicole Kidman, Duchess Meghan losing her third aide since becoming a royal, Sound Bites -- Salma Hayek on being asked how she met her husband, Dax Shepard on how often he and Kristen Bell go on date nights, Beth Behrs on getting lap dances from the Magic Mike Live crew

Page 68: Hollywood’s Healthy Habits -- Josephine Skriver and Jasmine Tookes, Khloe Kardashian, Carrie Underwood, Jennifer Garner

Page 70: Horoscope -- Aries Keri Russell

Page 72: By the Numbers -- DJ Khaled

#tabloid #lady gaga #bradley cooper #george clooney #amal clooney #brie larson #joe jonas #sophie turner #kit harington #game of thrones #jon snow

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Storybrooke Marblelympics

A crackfic where they’re all marbles in the Olympics.

Co-written by the incredible @wayamy27narf

In celebration of the 2019 Marblelympics we decided to Rumbelle it. Because we can. Detailed team dossiers to follow. Please ask us if you have questions.

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The spirit of the 2019 Marblelympics has come to Storybrooke. Dedicated fans of marble competitions have long awaited the official return of the sport. In some of our citizens that longing has come out in the form of a charity competition, the proceeds of which support Dr. Hopper’s Commision on Mental Wellness.

Sixteen teams of four marbles each competed in eleven events over the course of a three-day tournament. Medals were awarded in gold, silver and bronze in individual events and overall. Due to its highly hazardous nature, the Fidget Spinner Collison event was not featured in the Storybrooke Marblelympics.

After a dignified display of opening ceremonies, Dr. Hopper lit the Marblelymic Flame in the window of the Storybrooke clock tower. The flame will burn continuously throughout the three-day event.

Competition began with the Long Jump, where the The Mr. Gold’s Team team dominated. (All team names will be represented as they are legally registered on the Marblelympics roster.) Longtime Marblelympics fans may recall that the The Mr. Gold’s Team team were at one point internationally-recognized racers. They competed in the International Marblelympics under the team name “The Dark Ones.” Though long in retirement, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team clearly still has an edge even over much younger players.

Because Long Jump is an individual event, marbles representing their teams were responsible for the wins. Crocodile of the The Mr. Gold’s Team team, placed in first. Yellow Bug of the the EMMAculate team had a good showing in second. The lovely Forbidden Fruit of the ever-talented Regal Reds won the bronze medal.

The second event, Block Pushing, became the defining moment for the Storybrooke Marblelympics as a whole. In one of several head-to-head runs, a member of the newcomer team Blue Belles accidentally jumped the track on the descent. The marble, designated Race-y Lacey, collided bodily with one of the The Mr. Gold’s Team team marbles. Race-y Lacey left the rest of the Blue Belles to push forward on the The Mr. Gold’s Team team’s block. This disqualified the Blue Belles from the event, per International Marblelympics Committee bylaws but did not affect the The Mr. Gold’s Team team’s standings. The Blue Belles were also penalized for injuring a member of the The Mr. Gold’s Team team. Upon collision, Race-y Lacey knocked into the marble known as Beast and caused a sizeable chip in his surface. The injured marble has been removed from competition and a substitute, Dagger Dash, was used as an alternate for all further events.

The Blue Belles as a whole were apologetic. Rival team the Green Meanies called for their removal from future competition, but the usually vitrollic The Mr. Gold’s Team team intervened. In uncharacteristic generosity, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team insisted that no disciplinary action be taken against the Blue Belles. They were quoted as saying, “It’s just a teammate.” Marblelympic officials were inclined to agree and all teams played the rest of the events without incident.

Perhaps because of the harrowing nature of what fans are calling “The Chippening,” the previously dominant the The Mr. Gold’s Team team laid back in the next event. The 5-Meter Sprint was won by Thorny of the Black Dragons, with the Little Red of the Hoodwinx team and RDWRIOR of the SpeedySpots taking silver and bronze.

At the end of Day 1, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team and EMMAculate led the way with a tie for first with 41 points each. Second place was also a tie of 40 points between Hoodwinx and Regal Reds while Charming Chargers rounded out third place with 35 points.,

The second day’s first event, Funnel Spinning, started with a bang. In this test of endurance, marbles must maintain a spinning motion through a series of thirteen descending funnels. The last marble to remain spinning, the one with the longest time, is the winner. Several marbles dropped through quickly. Representatives from the Tentacools, the Charming Chargers and the EMMAculate team were all ousted in less than two minutes.

Marble Avonlea Athlete of the Blue Belles team distinguished herself early on. She stayed up in funnel one while the majority of marbles had already dropped down to funnels three or four. The appropriately named Spinner of the The Mr. Gold’s Team team stayed the longest in a single funnel. He remained in funnel five for almost thirty seconds before the incoming Avonlea Athlete dropped from funnel four and knocked them both down almost immediately into funnel six. When Avonlea Athlete dropped into funnel ten with marble Bacon of the Naughty Hams, Spinner seemingly intentionally dropped himself down a funnel to knock Bacon away and maintain his spin with Avonlea Athlete. It was an unprecedented move in Marblelympics history.

After that the Naughty Hams were more or less out of competition. While the 4th and 3rd place winners Swimfast (MerMarbles) and Apple Jacked (Regal Reds) dropped through the remaining funnels, the Blue Belles and the The Mr. Gold’s Team team maintained their lead in funnel thirteen, spinning around each other, neither marble letting the other drop. It was an intense moment, but it didn’t last and Spinner was the first to break. Avonlea Athlete fell through the funnel seconds after him. In this competition, the Blue Belles won the gold.

But the The Mr. Gold’s Team team was undeterred by their silver setback. In the hurdle event, the marble known as Weaver jumped his way to victory. The Regal Red marble Step-Mother grabbed the silver. Wolfy of the Hoodwinx team ran away with the bronze.

In the Relay Race, the Operation H.E.N.R.Y. team won the first place medal. There was remarkable cooperation between the marbles on that team with Operation S.O.N., Operation W.R.I.T.E.R., Operation W.I.N. and Operation O.P.E.R.A.T.I.O.N. all contributing equally to the victory. The Hoodwinx and the Charming Chargers came in second and third.

On the third and final day of competition, a new challenger came to the forefront. The Green Meanies team had been trailing behind the others. But on this last day they seemed to realize they had to step up their game to prove that they were worth the notice they tend to demand of people. Members of the Green Meanies team were spotted by the medal display cases. According to reports, they were heard whispering “I’ll get you, my pretty” to the first place medals.

So it’s not surprising that Wicked of the Green Meanies team placed third in Archery, the team’s first medal. They were behind the victorious MaryMerry of the Snowy Rollers team. Silver place went to The Savior of the EMMAculate team.

In the next event, the High Jump, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team’s Dagger Dash lunged into victory. Sorceress of the Black Dragons scored a close second and the EMMAculate’s Red Jacket placed bronze. The Green Meanies were reduced to 13th place, a dramatic fall from their previous heights, though they still fared better than the last place Tentacools (represented by marble Vanessa) or even the 15th place contenders, the Blue Menace team (ShadyBloo).

The Green Meanies got their first silver in the Steeplechase event. The EMMAculate team placed gold and the Charming Chargers snagged the bronze.

Notably, this is the only event where the The Mr. Gold’s Team team did not finish. Only two of the minimum three marbles crossed the finish line at this event. Two of the The Mr. Gold’s Team team’s four marbles (Crocodile and Weaver) both became distracted during the event and tripped over the hurdles. Team members refused to comment on what caused this distraction, though some observers have mentioned the proximity of the racetrack to the Blue Belles’ training area. The female marble athletes were reportedly stretching in preparation for competition.

The rabid fanbase of the Guyliner Gliders had long been hoping that the team would do something to distinguish themselves instead of just, well, gliding along on charisma alone. Fans pinned their hopes on the Underwater Race to earn their beloved team some glory. But they were sorely disappointed. For all that the Guyliner Gliders are a seafaring lot, marble athlete Handy ended the race in the middle of the pack at 9th place.

In a predictable turn, C. Shells of the MerMarbles swum home with gold in the Underwater Race. The equally aquatic Tentacools (represented by Sea Witch) took the bronze. The silver winner was an upset, with Just Kelly of the Green Meanies scoring second place. Turns out water isn’t as much of a hazard to the Green Meanies as some had been lead to believe.

The final event of the Storybrooke Marblelympics was the long-distance Sand Race. Competition was fierce as everyone tried to score the last few points. Before the race, the Regal Reds were in the lead, eeking out a tiny margin over the The Mr. Gold’s Team team. Those were the teams to beat, and everyone put forth their all.

BadWitch of the Green Meanies took an early lead. The team’s lackluster performances in the first two days meant that they would have to place in this last competition to win the overall medals they wanted so badly. A rivalry quickly sprang up between BadWitch and the Regal Reds’ Evil Queen. The two marbles traded the lead back and forth, each taking from the other with vicious side-swipes. The strategy for both teams seemed to be to get the other up against the sand wall and thereby slow them down. It was a risky tactic that ultimately did not pay off. The Reds and Greens ended up fighting over silver and bronze. While they were squabbling, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team outpaced them both, easing over the finish line with time to spare.

In a fun twist, the top three in the sand race event ended up being the top three overal Marblelympics winners. The Green Meanies got their place on the podium, but they did not seem satisfied with their bronze. They were recorded shooting dirty looks at the other champions. In contrast, the Regal Reds accepted their silver medals with dignity and pride. One can assume that after competing in the “real” Marblelympics, the The Mr. Gold’s Team team didn’t really count their gold medal at the Storybrooke Marblelympics as a great accomplishment. The team seemed unenthusiastic on the grandstand, until they heard the cheering from their loudest supporters, the Blue Belles.

Overall the Storybrooke Marblelympics accomplished its goal of bringing awareness to the sport, raising funds for charity, and forging connections that we hope will last longer than until the next year’s competition.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #crack fic #marble racing #jelle's marble runs #i didn't choose the marble life #the marble life chose me

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bitch u know i want all of those answered for shaelle. i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you or her. bitch

aubren i would literally go to war for u.

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

im boutta give her a bunch of middle names to upp the fancy meter here we go

so her full as name. the name she signs on Official Documents. is Lady Shaelle Alihanna Amoniel Erunae Dasyra

her middle names are the names of prominent ancestors, because her mom’s Like That. both her siblings are named after ancestors too. her first name translates roughly to “increased happiness”.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Master Wizard of the Luniac, Heir to the Third Advisory to the Crown of Serin Ilyan.

master wizard is the title she got for graduating. the luniac (academy) is a prestigious school in the city.

and her family holds an advisory position to the queen. sort of like a cabinet? when she inherits the position it’ll change to Third Adviser to the Crown.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

her childhood was very happy! idyllic, even. she was a leeeetle bit of a spoiled brat. she really really didn’t take to being told “no” and her parents weren’t hands-on raising her, she had nannies. and her nannies kind of gave up fighting with her. it wasn’t their money, anyway!

anyway. her favorite memories are times spent with her brothers, particularly sundemar! he’s closer to her in age than sylvar is (i can’t remember how much older than her sylvar is, but sundemar is two years younger). she was the brains, sundemar the brawn, and they got up to all sorts of trouble.

bad memories... one time her dad hit her but that’s about it.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

HA. distant, i guess. her mom treats her more like a colleague and she doesn’t talk to her father even though they all live together.

good memory w/ pollae was when shaelle graduated. pollae was so legitimately proud of her and straight said so. bad memory was seeing her mother cry when sylvar got arrested.

good memory with her father was uhhhhhhhhh. visiting her paternal grandma when she was very very young, before she died. bad memory is every other minute with him.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

two siblings! sundemar, younger brother. sylvar, older brother. she was very very very close to sylvar. he was her friend and confidant. sundemar was close to her when they were kids but they’ve grown apart since she started school. now she doesn’t really talk to him and she CAN’t talk to sylvar because he’s in PRISON.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

she was teacher’s pet. she loved it. she graduated with highest honors and there is literally no further “schooling” she could have -- she’d just have to do research on her own from now on.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

she was friends, at least loosely, with most of her parents’ colleagues’ children, and she’s run in those same circles ever since. she doesn’t have many close friends, though.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

no, no, well enough. she’s not averse to having pets but her mom hates them, and since she still lives with her mom. yknow.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

dkjlfs not really. she’s a little nervous around animals and i think they can sense that. she’s okay with relaxed animals like. cats.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

she likes kids a lot! i think kids like her? she has a sort of caring maternal presence and she does very fun magic tricks. she very much wants kids.

i think she’d struggle with being a parent, at least at first. because she doesn’t have anyone to model her own parenting after. but i think al and al’s mother especially help her fall into it better. she’s very encouraging and supportive but she is terrible at saying no.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

nope! she eats most vegetarian but that’s mostly a cultural thing.

12. What is their favourite food?

heavily spiced curry.

13. What is their least favourite food?

Cucumber Sandwiches.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

a picnic with her brothers as a tween. laying under a leafy trellis on a blanket, with the sound of the ocean’s dull roar somewhere in the distance. eating dates and hummus and little cakes.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

she’s never had to cook in her entire life. and she is atrocious. she can, like, dice carrots or whatever. but that’s it. she just straight up don’t cool for people. she’ll pay someone else to do it.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

perfume! she has hundreds of bottles of perfume. she has her favorites on her vanity and the rest in a glass case in her closet.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

if she took photos, they’d be either selfies of her with acquaintances or of parties. maybe som like studyblr type photos. and she’d been an instagram queen.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

she either reads nonfiction hard science books or epic poetry. and music...she’s not really into. poetic ballads.

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

uhhhh thriller/whodunnits

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

no, no, not really. she’ll hum along to a song she knows.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

OH BOY DOES SHE. she does not take kindly to being disrespected, especially. like there aren’t a lot of things that piss her off but she has a short fuse on the things that do. and she. usually will get violent. if she can’t hurt you directly she’ll find some way to ruin ur fucking life.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

usually insults that imply someone is stupid/foolish. idiot, fool, etc. sometimes dumbass if she’s feeling vulgar. and it’s usually because they did something stupid. but she doesn’t often insult people directly to their faces.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

she has a pretty good memory! she can remember names a lot better than faces. she’s better at. like. facts and dates and shit than people.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

midnight to 9am, pretty constantly. she does not snore, but she does sometimes mumble in her sleep. and she sleeps. on a big ol canopy bed on imported linen sheets. and she absolutely sleeps on a featherbed.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

she’s a witty banter kind o gal. but i think she laughs easily at what other people say. she’s not particularly funny.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

she’s not super expressive. she’d probs smile more easily or even laugh more but that’s about it. unless she’s around someone she likes, then she’s open and giddy and giggly.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

she cries real easily, but she usually tries to keep that hidden. listen my sweet girl gets overwhelmed really easily because she never learned how to deal with her emotions in a healthy way so she just cries.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

she’s really afraid of making bad decisions. she’s afraid people will get hurt because of her. or that she’ll do something so bad she gets disinherited and leaves her family with sundemar as its heir. yknow.

also zombies.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

she tries to comfort people, usually. or explain why they shouldn’t be afraid. that kind of thing.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

dude you couldn’t convince shaelle to exercise. she does not like being sweaty. she goes on walks sometimes but that is It.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

NO. jfdls no she does not drink. she doesn’t trust herself to. her brother’s an alcoholic and she’s afraid she’ll get addicted too and she’s not willing to risk it. though she does take care of drunks when she comes to them.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

She’s Fancee. big skirts, ruffles, embroidery, sewn in pearls. all her clothes are custom made. she mostly wears up-to-date fashions. to sleep, she has a selection of ruffly nightgowns. she wears “”natural”” makeup, designed to make her look prettier without being noticeable. and her hair is wavy and silky and she does a lot with it -- it’s very cooperative.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

f. fantasy underwear? modern!shaelle would wear cute little lacy undies. matching bras always.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

pear shape! she got Hips n Thighs. narrow-ish shoulders and small tiddies. (ok not small like a comfortable b cup). she’s about 5′5. and she doesn’t hate her body. she wishes she was shaped less like a human but what can ya do.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

human food is guilty pleasure. dancing is unguilty.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

she’s. hm. a good wizard. and smart. but she doesn’t really have any hobbies or talents. come to think of it she’d probably be self-conscious about that.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

she loves reading! she’s a fast reader. either poetry or non-fiction. she doesn’t read a lot of fictional prose.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

people who are charismatic/good with people. bravery, loyalty. also people who have any talent with musical instruments, because she’s pretty rubbish.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

she writes letters but modern!shaelle would write emails fjkdsl.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

she drinks caffeinated tea in the morning. and she really likes sweet food. but generally she’s fine to stay up without it.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

she’s uhhhh bi i guess? she likes people who are tall. stronk, usually. she really likes intelligent and kind people. but she is Not Picky. ideally she /needs/ someone who supports and encourages her and attends to her emotionally stunted ass but she rarely gets it.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

survival basically? look basically she’s on a path she’d rather not be on with no way out. if you’d asked her at sixteen what her goals are, she would have told you she wants to travel and study magic and maybe teach, once she gets old enough. and she’d still love to do that. but she’s got a noble house to run now so she’s just. gonna do that.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

nooo. she. thinks it’s foolish and pointless, and religious people fools. she’s not mean about it and won’t say anything on it unless you try to preach to her.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

spring! warm sunny spring days! she complains about the heat more than anything else but that’s because she wears heavy clothing. even her lightest clothes are heavier than they should be.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

uhhhh I don’t think so? i would think people who know who she is would be a little intimidated by her. she’s very smart and marginally powerful. but she sees herself as weak and foolish and ineffectual so!

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

she usually makes a? pretty good first impression? among peers, at least. mostly by virtue of her manners and title, because she introduces herself by letting everyone know she’s a master wizard and is gonna have the queen’s ear in a decade so like. lol.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

She Loves Fancy Parties. that’s one thing she’d miss about being an academic, less opportunity to dress up and be better than other people. but yeah she loves getting dolled up and dancing and gossiping.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

fancy parties, tea parties, dinner parties, galas, etc. she both hosts and attends, but never without being invited. and she’s very well-mannered and good at making party small-talk.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

she’s. pretty sentimental. she still has all of sylvar’s books, even though they are of no interest to her. she has a necklace he gave her for her last birthday w him that she wears a lot, but not always.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

HH. a book, paper, ink, pen, toothbrush, soap, perfume, change of clothes, magical focus.

#fingersinhisass #Gosh Golly Gee I Sure Love My Wife.#fjdklsf ;thank u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#carly tells tales #carly's ocs #oc: shaelle

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DISILLUSIONED PLAYWRITE PT1

Nhlanhla: GOD please forgive me but I cannot do this anymore, my life is

worthless and I hope to rest in peace today.

Narrator.k: She repeated to herself as she made her way toward the edge of the bridge, in her favorite long sleeved lacey black dress.

She was surrounded by the police, her uncle John and (best) friend Bella.

Bella: Nhlanhla please don’t do this, you know we love you please

come back to us I am begging you. (AS SHE WHEEPS)

Nhlanhla: I am not changing my mind, you betrayed me just like everyone else and I trusted you, how could you do that to me? I hate you all just go away and let me go in peace.

Uncle John: My child existence was given us for action, our worth is

determined by the good deeds we do, rather than the fine

emotions we feel…you my child are worth it, you have a good

heart please don’t leave me alone my child…I promise all will be

better

Nhlanhla: No I cant, you are just saying that because you don’t want me to jump, but the truth is you all hate me, all you ever do is blame

and criticize me, so let me go and ill never bother any of you

ever again, I was born a curse, and will die a curse, you will all be

better off without me, Forgive me Uncle!

Narrator.k: She turned around, blew a kiss towards her uncle, closed her

eyes and abandoned her body by letting gravity take her as she

fell off the 20 meters high bridge heading down to a hard

surfaced road, as onlookers screamed in shock, disbelief, sorrow

and heart break...

#Disillusioned writer sawriter optimumplanner copywriter graciekandolo

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calmturquoise · 7 years

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Wrackspurts

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Summary: Where Luna is, indisputably, the absolute w o r s t study partner Ginny had ever known.

Setting: Alternative Book Timeline

Word Count: 3,651

A/N: I’m also the absolute w o r s t with deadlines I set for myself. This is my thank you slash love letter to Calmturquoise for being generous with her time as to host Squealing Santa now two years in a row. Yes, I’m aware that it’s almost April, back off. ANYWAY, this took me a long long time to write, longer than necessary, but shout out to Wordstrings for being so kind as to beta this mini-monster for me. Lacey, I sincerely hope you enjoy this <3

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~~~ YEAR TWO ~~~

It made sense with Hermione, all books and notes, but the year gap made it feel more like tutoring than a collaborative effort. Unless it was a devastatingly dull or difficult subject, Ginny would opt for sitting in the study hall rather than scuff her pride. Which was already in fairly short supply, as her peers tended to avoid her after her infamous first year. It does nothing for your reputation when everyone retreats from your end of the table except the class loon.

“Why don’t you just go away, too?” Ginny said icily.

Luna didn’t even look up from the parchment she doodled upon. “You repel wrackspurts,” she replied simply, as if it were the most obvious answer. Her large grey eyes met Ginny’s, a faint smile on her lips. “You’ve no idea what I’m talking about and still you’re clear as crystal.” Luna resumed her drawing. “It’s most convenient for studying.”

The youngest Weasley was sure that she had just met a prankster that would give Fred and George a run for their galleons from how flawlessly she delivered the ludicrous explanation. Only Ginny knew better; Luna wasn’t playing, she was genuinely bonkers.

~~~~~~

“Morning, children.”

“Good morning, Professor Lupin.”

Ginny often wondered if her Dark Arts professor was constantly in the Hospital Wing as he rarely wasn’t paler than a sheet. She had a soft spot for him ever since he gave her a massive hunk of chocolate on the train after the dementors had invaded.

“Now, since holiday break is around the corner, and an exam at the end of the week, I figured we could all use a bit of a breather, hm?” Professor Lupin shoved his hands casually in his coat pockets and gave a side smile when the other students got excitable. “Now I heard that there was a Dueling Club established last year, though not a successful one from the sounds of it. Nevertheless, as your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, it is my honor to continue the tradition of formal dueling with you young witches and wizards.” He waved his wand and student-occupied desks went sliding into the nearest wall.

Ginny clambered over the furniture, as equally delighted as her classmates, and joined the line that naturally formed facing the students on the other side. Professor Lupin strode down the length of the aisle as he explained the history of the dueling stance and bow. He also had everyone showcase their understanding of Protego, a basic shielding charm.

“Very good! What we are going to do now is put what you’ve practiced into action. Those most to the right-hand side facing me will spar.” He waved over the first two students, Collin from Gryffindor and Matilda from Hufflepuff, to join him in the center. “After the bow and stance, you can then choose to defend or attack. I suggest using a less problematic jinx or curse if you wouldn’t like to escort your partner to the Hospital Wing and end up explaining yourself to Madam Pomfrey.”

He stepped back and instructed on Collin’s form and reminded Matilda that it’s more honorable to take longer strides than short ones. She used a Bogey-Bat Hex which Collin successfully deflected. Professor Lupin encouraged them before sending them to the end of the line and bringing the next pair forward.

The class cheered and laughed and cringed as their peers faced off. Some duos were straight offensive, sending bright lights harshly into each other and making wands fly across the room. Only one pair both defended sheepishly much to the amusement of the rest. Before long Ginny gripped her wand tightly and marched to meet Professor Lupin and Luna in the aisle.

“Miss Lovegood, Miss Weasley,” he addressed them before resuming his spot in the crowd.

Ginny whipped her wand up before her face, filled with determination. Luna was a tortoise in comparison, delicately dragging her wand out from behind her ear, along with a few strands of wispy hair. They turned on their heels and took ten steps, turning again to face each other. Luna held her wand out loosely between her fingers with her chest high, the rest of her body in a low curtsy. Ginny’s wand arm was drawn back and pointed at Luna, and her legs poised as if to sprint at her.

“Locomotor wibbly!” Ginny shouted confidently, having used the spell before on (and with the help of) her brothers.

“Titillando,” Luna said liltingly at precisely the same moment.

Both of them hit the ground hard, though for entirely different reasons. As Luna’s ankles and knees lost their ability to hold her weight, gasps of shocked laughter poured from Ginny’s smiling mouth. She didn’t even know that there was a second tickling charm, and an even more devilish one if she hazarded to guess. Terrible scribbles into the balls of her feet and vibrations of her lower ribs would’ve been the worst of it if it weren’t for the soft swishes on her ears and neck. Ginny squirmed and squealed, flipping onto her stomach, desperately trying to block sensations that physically weren’t there.

Somewhere, Professor Lupin said, “Great form, both of you.”

As swiftly as the tickling had come, it ceased, and all around Ginny could she hear the giggling of her peers. Thankful for already being flushed, she squeezed her eyes shut and caught her breath. Ginny pushed herself onto her knees and came face to face with Luna and her outstretched hand. She begrudgingly took it.

“I hadn’t realized how under appreciated my legs were until they stopped working properly,” Luna stated casually, linking arms with Ginny, leading them both down to her end of the line. “It’s a mistake I shan’t make again. Thank you, Ginny Weasley.”

“You’re welcome?” The flames of Ginny’s embarrassment had been doused in an instant by Luna’s strange, calm sincerity. Apparently satisfied, Luna hugged Ginny (gently squeezing her sides) and left to resume her position at the back of the line. Mystified, Ginny quickly made her way around to the back of her own line.

~~~ YEAR THREE ~~~

Somewhere deep in the castle, Peeves was warbling Valentine Grams that students had sent in previous years to their reluctant recipients and remorseful givers. Ginny was no exception as the horrible poltergeist had burst into the Gryffindor common room when her brothers, Hermione, and Harry were enjoying some Hogsmeade sweets they had brought back. Mortified, she fled before anyone could stop her.

Ginny relished how the blanket of snow silenced the noise and instead focused on the crunching under her boots as she made her way to the far end of the lake. February in Scotland left the air sharp and, since the sheet of ice was beginning to thaw near the edges, deterred most from leaving the comfort of a fire. After shoving off the snow, Ginny sank into a bench and sighed heavily. She wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, quiet tears carving hot creeks down her cheeks, when she heard footsteps approaching from behind. She dried her face hastily.

A familiar lilt called out from a short distance. “That you, Weasley?” Ginny nodded in response. Luna appeared from the other side of the bench in a bright yellow jumper and purple knit cap tugged over her ears. “May I join you?”

“Yea, sure.” Ginny helped clear the rest of the bench as her mind began to boggle. “Why are you out here?”

“Oh -” Luna hunkered down right next to Ginny “- the snow is lovely, but the Thestrals, in the Forbidden Forest, they have such thin hides so I stole some blankets for them.” She rubbed her hands together, leaning her arm and leg into Ginny’s space. “Pity, though, I should have brought an extra. I hadn’t expected company.”

“That makes two of us,” Ginny said. Part of her tensed at the unexpected closeness, yet another yearned to cuddle up to the absolute warmth that radiated from Luna. She muddled up the snow at her feet to avoid a decision.

Ever since the mock duel last term, she and Luna were becoming better friends. Usually with a very solid table and a mess of parchment between them. Not that Ginny minded; it was nice to have someone to mull questions over with and endlessly entertaining to listen to Luna go on about mythical magical creatures. On occasion, Luna linked arms with Ginny as they walked if they shared a route, and that was really nice too.

“Perhaps I should have brought the centaurs sweaters.”

Ginny snorted. An image of her mum’s handknit holiday garments, complete with large embroidered letters emblazoned upon the broad chests, worn by a herd of very stern centaur had popped into her mind.

Luna’s smile grew. “Now that’s more like it. Wrackspurts don’t suit you.”

A deep rumbling under the ice broke the comfortable silence that grew between them after the statement. Fissures splintered across the surface as it arched and buckled unnaturally. A massive black tentacle burst through the weakened shoreline a few meters off, causing them both to shriek as frigid water sprayed and caught them off guard.

“That was uncalled for!” Luna scolded the great aquatic beast, drying her face with the inside of her sleeve. She began to shiver.

Ginny had been luckier than Luna, having only gotten some water splashed on her shins and boots. “Here,” she offered, opening her thick coat so they could share. Luna, contrary to what Ginny had expected (which was to sidle up to her), turned fully and hugged her under the warmth of the wool. Splotches of icy fabric brushed against her body, and Luna’s freezing face tucked into her neck. Surprised by both the chill and the butterflies in her stomach, a string of giggles broke through Ginny’s lips in a visible puff.

She decided this was nice as well.

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“You are supremely awful at this.”

“No thanks to you, Lovegood.”

As she glared at the brown glob lumped at the bottom of her tea cup, Ginny now understood precisely why Hermione removed herself from Divination the year prior. Professor Trelawney’s magnified eyes had been looking down the bridge of her nose when she sighed aloud how if only Ginny were born a son that she would truly bear the gift. Not only was it rude, it was entirely unhelpful.

“This is ridiculous, there are too many leaves to do anything with.”

“Yes, it does appear that way.”

“But I followed the instructions to a tee.”

“True, both to the statement and the pun.”

Ginny toed the line of anger. “Well if I did everything correctly, then how come there are so many leaves left?”

“Perhaps there are precisely the correct amount of tea leaves for this reading.”

Ginny’s gaze slowly lifted from the muck to Luna. When Luna blinked back, seemingly unaware of how close Ginny was to exploding the cup, she took a deep breath. “Fine. You do it then.” She nudged the glass toward Luna with the backs of her fingers.

“It doesn’t help that the leaves have begun to dry.” Luna poured some warm water into the teacup and swished it around. “Drink.”

Ginny obliged as Luna moved seats to sit beside her. This had become routine during their study sessions - one of them becoming annoyed at the subject matter and the other moving to sit beside them. Usually it was herself, though she worried that Luna could sense that some of it was exaggerated. It was a habit that Ginny had been subconsciously developing to the point of chastising herself about it within the drapery of her bed.

Luna plucked the porcelain glass from her fingers and set it upon the table without so much as a tap. “It appears to have three omens for you, which explains the additional leaves and confirms my suspicions.”

Ginny stared at the streaks of muddy remnants and still failed to make out anything beyond a circle, and that could mean anything. She took comfort in knowing she wasn’t faking it this time.

“Here, at the top, is fire,” Luna said. “Contained as it is signifies the passing of old unto new beginnings. Particularly your thoughts and views - a full internal transformation.” Her lips lifted at the corners in her classic soft, barely there smile as she explained. Her finger traced the circle Ginny saw in the air above the teacup.“That’s not all that’s changing,” she continued. “The full moon suggests a romantic attachment is in your future, a happy one, too, based on the straight lines. Congratulations.”

Heat rose to Ginny’s face. Her eyes blinked away from the trance of watching Luna speak to glance between the tea leaves and Luna’s eyes. “Don’t be silly -”

“Ah, yes, well that’s encouraged.”

“What are you going on about?”

“Feather. There, in the middle of the moon, that larger leaf?”

“How is that any different than just a leaf-shaped leaf?”

“It’s not leaf-shaped -”

“Oh shut it.”

“- it’s feather-shaped, and it demands levity in your life. Lighten up. Have a laugh.”

A flash in Luna’s eyes caused Ginny’s heart to skip. It was the same look her friend got when they would sneak into the Forbidden Forest or climb out onto the castle parapets during their free hour. Only, Ginny felt that the rule Luna would be breaking was her.

She spilled clumsily from her seat, hands out before her, both thankful and cursing that they were the only ones in the study hall. Luna smiled wider, bouncing slightly with each step toward her. “Luna, come on, is this really necessary?” Ginny asked nervously. She gasped quietly as her back met the stone wall.

“Don’t you trust the tea leaves?”

“Not at all.”

“And me?” Luna stood very close, fingers lazily curled, palm up; poised as an offering rather than a threat.

Ginny’s blush deepened. Unable to look her in the face, she settled on studying the shape of Luna’s nails. Short and rounded, hardly peeking past her slender fingertips. Different than her brothers large hands, all toughened from gripping broomsticks and slinging garden gnomes. Like they could have more finesse since they were so much smaller and softer and in a way sharper. Goosebumps rippled down her body as Luna thumbed along the nails edge.

“Hello?” Her eyes snapped to meet Luna’s. Her friend inched back, hands balled at her chest. “I’ve upset you.”

Ginny laughed in relief, realising she had been holding her breath. “No, honest, more taken off guard.” The tension that had coiled in her shoulders began to melt away. “I’ve never been asked to be…well-”

“Tickled?”

“I’m used to people just going for it,” Ginny finished, blush still dusting her cheeks. She took Luna’s hands. “I trust you far more than some stupid tea. If you think I need ‘levity’, I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Luna’s small smile returned, gently taking back her hands after a squeeze. “I don’t think I will now that you’re expecting it.”

Ginny exhaled away the anticipation and relaxed against the wall. “Thank Merlin for tha-ack!”

Luna’s hands latched onto her ribs with a rhythmic pulse that made her involuntarily dance and sing. “Still charming,” Luna affirmed, crawling her fingers along her sensitive rib cage.

Ginny shimmied to the floor, twisting and curling her body to no avail; her song a few keys higher than her usual register, all staccato noises and vocal breaths. Luna’s petite hands were precise. They applied just enough pressure to confuse her body into a ticklish frenzy she wasn’t accustomed to. Each gasping breath allowed laughter to relieve Ginny rather than panic her. She had never hated the experience when her brothers would gang up and tickle her until Mum shoo’d them away. This time was different; each touch sent a zing of thrill up her spine or sparked unadulterated joy in her heart. Before long, she was left only with the ghosts of Luna’s fingertips and a yearning that it had ended too soon.

“Better?” Luna asked.

“Much.”

~~~ YEAR FOUR ~~~

The Room of Requirement never failed to leave Ginny in awe of its versatility. She’d stumbled across it unintentionally once during her first year while all turned about from the moving staircases. Then, it was a broom closet with a foot of parchment detailing the various patterns of the stairs in a hasty scrawl. Now, it was an enormous room of wall to wall mirrors and grate flooring to keep incinerated dummy ash from littering the place.

She turned the warm galleon in her hand that signaled there would be a meeting today. The enchanted coin had “DA” etched across the face, and the time, 4:25, hidden along the grooved edge. According to the clock, Ginny arrived roughly an hour early. She indulged the solidarity by flopping gracelessly into an enormous plush blob that were apparently commonplace in the Hufflepuff dorms.

“Never pegged you as the napping type.”

The clock read 3:45, though Ginny could’ve sworn she’d only just blinked. “Umbridge is a nightmare, and Babbling is a ruinous drag. I can’t believe I let you talk me into that class.”

“Clever yet inaccurate; Ancient Runes is fascinating.” Luna unceremoniously dropped her rucksack and crawled into the blob beside Ginny. “Unlike that sham Grubby-Plank - she has no fathomable idea how to handle Hagrid’s creatures. I’ve written to Newt Scamander, you know -”

“I do.” Ginny grinned as Luna ranted.

“ - twice now, in case my first owl got lost across the Atlantic. He would implore Dumbledore remove her post-haste and the Headmaster would do so on principle!” It wasn’t often that Luna’s passion showed, darkening the apples of her cheeks and crinkling the space between her fair brows, but Ginny cherished when it did.

She turned on her side to face her friend, sinking close enough to smell the soil from the Herbology greenhouses that clung to her robes. “Have you began the actual writing part of your Charms paper?”

Luna gave a sheepish grin. “I find it a less practical use of my time.”

“You need to stay on Professor Flitwick’s good side, Loon,” Ginny chided. “You need his class for any field occupation.”

“Only for Ministry field work. I could wander the world right now, free to research and document as I see fit, without miles of paperwork. Dad always said bureaucracy is the death of discovery.”

“The essay is less than a foot of parchment on the methods of infusing muggle art mediums with magic.”

“And I demonstrated my understanding by doing it on less than a foot of parchment.”

“That was part of the assignment, lazy.” Ginny chuckled, prodding Luna’s side.

Luna laughed and clapped the sound back with a hand over her mouth. She laughed; a wild, unexpected, loud noise had escaped the confines of her quiet voice. It differed from her breathy chuckles and light giggles, which Ginny had mistaken for laughter due to her reserved nature.

Luna’s eyes crinkled with impish delight.

Without a word more they became a tangle of limbs; fingers flew and endorphin’s soared. Luna felt so small with Ginny’s hands squeezing along the length of her soft sides. And still, the scrabbling at her belly made her weak, forcing her to curl her head into Luna’s shoulder and knees under her kicking legs. Both sunken so deep within the plush bag chair that they couldn’t flee had they wished to. Their playful grunts, victorious cackles and surprised squeals filled the space around them with simple happiness.

It was impossible for Ginny to decide which aspect she was enjoying more. Luna’s spastic cooing breaking up boisterous peels of laughter as Ginny drilled her thumbs into the crease of her thighs amused and endeared her to no end. Then again, the wicked fast, insightful fingers that wormed their way into the hollow of her underarm and tender nook of her neck broke down Ginny’s resistance brick by bloody brick, leaving her a hapless, hopeless, hysterical mess. Every pull of mirth seemed to drive Luna to return the favor. Tears blurred her vision; her body began to burn with bliss and fatigue. It was intense and intoxicating and if only she had the stamina then she’d wish it’d never have to end.

“Okay!” Ginny pleaded, wrapping her arms around Luna in a tight embrace. Luna held her back, breathlessly panting. Together, their giggles petered out, though they didn’t help by sneaking in a one-last poke or scritch to keep the other bubbling.

“That was fun.”

Ginny chuckled at Luna’s admission several minutes later. Bold and comfortable as ever. She nodded her agreement with happy eyes and a goofy smile that matched Luna’s. Their fingers idly twining the fabric of the others blouse, and Ginny was unwilling to leave the warmth of Luna’s body.

“We should do this again sometime.” Blush dusted Luna’s face adorably and had darkened the pink of her lips. And for the first time it was she who broke eye contact from Ginny, and something about that benign act thrilled her to no end.

Gently, Ginny guided Luna’s chin back to face her. Daring nerve allowed her to indulge herself and cupped Luna’s cheek. “Yes, absolutely.” Luna relaxed, smiling wider with appeared relief and pressed her forehead to Ginny’s. Her daring slinked back to wherever it had come from and left Ginny breathless at the closeness. Engulfed in twinkling silver and pale yellow and the most lovely shade of pink. Ginny didn’t even like pink. She had never wanted anything more.

A thunderous click from the door shattered the infinity between them. They jumped apart at the sound, reduced to embarrassed giggles while Neville, Seamus and Dean entered the room. As the boys set down their bags, more DA members filed in.

Luna smiled at her before climbing out of the blob and joining their ranks. Ginny watched with a feeling of she couldn’t quite place.

#Harry Potter #Ginny/Luna #Ginny Weasley #Luna Lovegood #ticklish!Ginny #tickling #not mine #hypahticklish #submission #THIS. IS. AMAZING???#i'm crying right now omg it was so wonderful to get this in my inbox today #i've been so exhausted and today was not the best and i just want to cry tbh ugh life #but this is really wonderful and sweet and i so so appreciate it #hypah you are an INCREDIBLE writer and honestly i absolutely love all of this #THANK YOU for being lovely and participating in SS for two years in a row and taking the time to write this #psssh April is the perfect time for Christmas presents OBVIOUSLY

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