she's had an amazing year

At any point during filming Ricki & The Flash did Meryl Streep and/or Audra McDonald ever serenade you?

“Well definitely Meryl Streep, ‘cause we got to watch her do her stuff, and I was there for some of the rehearsals. I was personally very much more concerned about Rick Springfield, because I love him and “Jesse’s Girl.” So when they were rehearsing I was fixated on him, hoping that he would, like, break into song. Finally on the last day I think he did. So I was kinda taken aback by him. Audra, she never got into singing but she had amazing stories from all the Broadway years.”

Thank you for 2,000

“T̛ha͟nk̀ y͘óu m̕y̨ lit̴tle͏ r̴aįsins…̶ W̢e ̛ha͠ve ͠reac͏h̕e͝d̷ 2,͟000͜ ͏f҉o͡l̷l̷owe̸r҉s a͜s̸ ͘of t҉o̷da̵y.͜ Yo̕u͠r f͘òl͡l̵ow̧s,͡ ask҉s,͟ ͢stor͢ies ̡a̸nd a̡rt̴ ͘have alwa͘ys ҉b͞ro̧u̶g͢ht ͜a sm͏i͟lę ͡t̢ơ ̸my f͏ace. ̧So͞ ̨tha̸nk̷ yo͝u.͘” Anti spoke animatedly, his lips stretched into a fang-bearing grin. “͠Yo̕u̢ may b̶e͞ aşkin̨g̵, wh̕o̢ a͠r̡e th͠ose ͘thr̷ee s͏t͝a̸ndi͜ng be͢hi͏n͟d m̛e?”͠  Anti pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead as he gestures to the three young women off to the side.“W̶e͘l̀ĺ,̢ t͝h̴ey ͠are m̕y ͘m̕od̡e͠r͟a҉t̛o͠r̸s.” He shrugged, that same grin still spread across his face,“S͘o̸m҉e͟ ̡o͠f҉ ̸you ̶ma͘y h̀a̴ve ͝s̨poken to t͝h͞e͝m in the̛ ̡Discord ̡chat, ̵bu͜t ̸f͢o̴r̷ th̕os̴e of you u̷n̨f̕a̡mi͝l̶ìar wi͝ţh͡ them…́ ͝a̕ĺl̀o͏w̴ ͜m̢e̵ t̛o int̕r̨o̧duće ͡t̴he͡m̛ fo̕r ͞th͝ȩ v̵e̴ry ̵f͘ir̸st ̸t̨i͏m͏e.̨” Anti then pivoted on his heel and snapped his fingers at the girl in the middle.  “͝C̡’̴mon͝.“

The brunette girl strode up to Anti while the other two cheered her on in the back. Anyone could tell that she was a natural born leader by the way she held herself: back straight, smile gentle with stern milky brown eyes. Her soft face complimented her gorgeous hair, and pretty features to match. Anti slid off his sunglasses to place them crookedly on her face. She narrowed her eyes at him and pushed them up onto her forehead, opening her mouth to speak. Anti, however, smirked and interrupted her, smirking.

“Okay. I̛nt̀r҉o͝d͟u̕ce ͏you͝r͟sęlf. Go̧ ́on̴.͘ T͠he͜y͠’r̨e͘ a̢l̡l wa̴i͏t͜ing͢.”̡ He waved a hand at her and flopped down in a bright green bean bag chair, drawing a sigh from the girl standing in the front. She ignored him for the time being with a smile directed at the audience of raisins. “I’m Mod S, or Sparrow; I’m the main author/admin of Anti’s blog. I do the asks, most of the reblogs, and the roleplay on discord. Thanks for all your amazing questions and support! Y’all are chill.” S smiled, giving the little raisins a wave and a sarcastic curtsy. Anti grinned proudly at S as she walked away.

“She̷’s my fa͘v͢ourit͡e,”͡  he whispered with a smirk to the audience.

Sparrow then returned back to her group, shoving the light brown haired girl forwards. She had pretty blonde highlights that shined in the white mod room they were in. Given her goofy grin and her posture, anyone could tell that she had an amazing sense of humour- not to mention extremely beautiful.

The eighteen year old stumbled forwards, quickly regaining her balance and twisting around to glare at Sparrow. “Heck,” she stated, then turned back around to face the little raisins. “Hey friendos so uh… I’m Mod T. I do side messages and some reblogs. I also do tag, editing, and formatting for asks and submissions to the blog. I’m also on discord pretty often as my figment Manic. So uh, yeah. Nice to meet y’all. Your support and love has kept us going. You’re all my amazing babes,” she said, then backed away while waving dorkily to the audience.

“̨Sh͞e̛’́s g̀ot͢ n̢ìce ̀l҉e͞g͜s͏,” Anti stated quietly, winking at the audience.

S then pushed a timid blonde girl forwards the oldest (and smallest) mod of nearly nineteen. “Ohp,” she exclaimed before she recovered from the shove, eyes darting around at everyone. “Hey.” She greeted awkwardly, “I’m Mod C. I’m somewhat new to the blog. I do all the art and occasionally some ask edits, tags, etc. I haven’t been here too long but I appreciate the positive hype and comments you’ve given. This blog is not only kept going by us but by your support. We all appreciate it so much.” C said graciously, cupping her face happily.

“T͡h͠ere you̕ ͝go҉,“ Anti said with a cheeky grin. “Àll t̶h̷e ̵mo̢d҉s̢.͘ ͝You͝’r̢é ̢w̴elc͟ǫm̨e̵.͡ A҉n҉yẃays̢, t͢he͞r͞e̢ ̧w̷as͢ a̛ ͜mai͟n ̧po̷i̡n̨t̶ ͢t̢o ̴ąl҉l ţhi͘s̡. A͡s ̕a ͜pres̢en̸t to̷ r͏e͡a͢c̡hi̕ng͏ o̶ur 2k m̢ile̴stone͢… I w̷il͢l o͢p̵e͢n̵ u̸p̡ t͢h̸e as̡k̷ ͢box for͘ ͝yo͏u̧ a̴ll tǫ ͝as͝k̶ th̨e ̛M͘o̷d̨s̛ an͜y͏ q́u͠e̡s̡t̵i̶ons you̢ ͡might͏ h̕ave.͜ ͢W̢e͝’́r̸e goi̡ng͢ to cal̶l̸ ҉įt́ ͘‘̢aśk ţhe mo̶d̵s̶ w̛ee̕k’.͡ Wha̛t̸ ̷that ent͜ai̡l͝s ìs̶..̶.̀q̀u͞esti҉ons fo̕r ̢j̨u͘st t́h̀e̕m͏. A̢ny q͠u͟e͡st͞iǫns ̨directe҉d t̴o̴ ̕me̢ wil̶l͡ ̡no̡t ̧be ąn̕s͠wér̀e̸d̡ u̢ntil the̢ week ̸is o͡ver.̵ ̕Enjo̴y̷ ͝e̢veryo̷ne,͟ ҉I’̶ll ̨se̡e͟ y̡ou̧ ͜all àg͞a͝i̡n͘ i̕n ̡a͠ ҉we͞ek.”

A Diary Detailing Lovers

Request: “What about some Newt x Leta x Gryffindor!Reader, where first it’s Newt x Leta and Bruno Mars - Grenade and after it’s Reader x Newt Bruno Mars - I think I wanna marry you? sorry it’s just I have a wave of Bruno inspiration, I would very much like if you could do something like that 💕

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1798

Warnings: None

Originally posted by nightimethinker


Easy come, easy go, that’s just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all, but you never give
Should have known you was trouble from the first kiss

15th March 1913


I have some wonderful news concerning Leta.

Oh great and wonderful Leta, she’s been so sweet to me lately. And now I’m sure she feels the same way about me. She met me after Potions today at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. We took such a romantic walk, and I even introduced her to the unicorn that lives in the Western depths, the one I named Lucy. Well, Lucy loved Leta, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Leta, with her beautiful brown curls, her perfect smile… oh Merlin I’ve really fallen deeply for this girl!

Then after we stopped to watch the moon, she turned to me. She told me that she cared for me profoundly, and that she knew how hard it was to care for creatures. She showered me in an array of compliments regarding the beasts, she’s always been so supportive of me! She said exactly what I needed to hear, exactly what I wanted. And then, she pulled me by my tie, and she kissed me. She kissed me!

It was the most magical thing I’ve ever felt, I know it sounds ironic. Anyway, I should be off, I’ll be writing a letter to Theseus about this! He will be so glad to hear that I’ve finally bagged a girl. I might even have mind to attach a picture of Leta, just to spite him with her sheer beauty. He will certainly be jealous.

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I’m going to cry bc Simone chose the year she was adopted as her most memorable year. She’s had so many amazing years to choose from and she chose that like what an amazing human being 😭

i’m watching agt right now and honestly singing acts are so basic and boring especially compared to like the fucking light-up dance group that just performed- like we get it, you have a natural talent. good job. it’s not nearly as impressive as these dancers that maneuver in complete darkness without a single fault by a long shot.

anonymous asked:

Hi! :3 I adore your stories about SS! I would like to ask if you could write something about Sasuke and Sakura go on a date because of their anniversary. Anniversary when Sarada is already at age from Boruto. I can't imagine them on a date XD so it would be nice to read something like that! 💑💘💘 (so sorry for my English - I'm from France.)

no need to be sorry, you did great ♥ and thank you for your sweet words, anon! i can’t imagine them going on a date either, so i hope this works out ;)

“Take this and stop at Ino’s on your way back.”

Sarada took the ryo from his hand, only looking to her father with shimmering onyx eyes and a smile much like Sakura’s. Her lips were parted slightly while Sasuke smiled a gentle smile to his daughter.

“What do I tell her?”

“Just stop by, she’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay, papa,” Sarada grinned from ear to ear before dashing out the front door, accompanying Boruto and Mitsuki.

Sasuke reached for his cloak and slung it over his shoulders, attaching the buttons with one hand before exiting his house and heading towards the hospital. 

The sky was gorgeous, washed in a baby blue and extending to a deep sapphire. Few clouds spotted the morning sky, and even those that lingered, the rays of sun cut through each water particle that formed them, coating Konoha in a blanket of warmth.

He inhaled the fresh air, the aroma of flowers lingering lightly as the Uchiha made way for his wife. He ran through all the possibilities of what they could’ve done today, but only one option stood out.

“Hello, darling!” She called from the receptionist desk. 

Her emerald green eyes shimmered from the unnatural lighting, cherry blossom hair attached in a knot at the crown of her head. Sasuke noticed the tired look in her eyes, a deep violet coloring the skin below them. 

“Come on,” he greeted her with a soft smile before holding the door open. She only raised a thin eye brow before nodding back to the receptionist and leading the way out of the building.

“Where are we going?” Her tone was high pitched, noting she was confused yet excited.

“Somewhere,” Sasuke teased lightly as they walked through the streets. He grabbed her hand in his, stroking the top of her hand with the padding of his thumb.

“You’re kidding,” Sakura squeals as he lets go of her hand and she runs to the middle of the training ground. “I haven’t been here in forever!”

Sasuke smiled at her enthusiasm before removing his cloak and putting most of his weight on one leg. He had brought her to training ground three, in hopes of a small, friendly match.

“Let’s spar,” he coated his tone with a challenge and Sakura’s cheeks lit up in a shallow red.

“You really think you can beat me?” 

Sasuke scoffed at her attitude, but adored the sassy nature in his wife.

“I know I can,” he walked to her and placed a tender kiss to her cheek, amused by the way she tensed up from his touch.

“You’re in for it,” Sakura scoffed before removing the light jacket from her body. She had grown slightly in the last few years, her body still amazing as ever and toned in muscles. Sasuke could only lavish in knowing that she was his, now and forever.


Sakura bent over, her hands on her knees while sweat dripped from her brow. She was coated in dirt, small bruises painted her body, but no blood had been drawn.

Sasuke was the same, a sweaty, panting mess. The couple called it a draw, but Sakura continued to claim herself the rightful victor.

“Annoying,” Sasuke murmured lightly before swinging his arm over her shoulders and pulling her home. She giggled lightly, leaning her head against his shoulder and walked with Sasuke.

“Thank you, darling.”

Sasuke noticed how tired her voice sounded now as they made their way home. They had been at the training grounds for hours, sparring, taking a small break and remembering the first time they had been here. Recalling how Naruto had been tied up against the stump, the memory made Sakura giggle and Sasuke chuckle.

“Dobe,” he recalls lightly as he kicks the door to their house open. He could smell the lovely scent from the gate of their house, but now that the door was open, the aroma was pleasant.

Sasuke couldn’t help but notice the smile on Sakura’s face and her evergreen eyes wide with happiness.

“What is this?” She looks to him, a smile painted from ear to ear.

Sasuke feels his heart thumping against his chest and a solid lump appears in his throat. He’s never been good at sentimental stuff, but if it’s for Sakura and it makes her happy, he figured this was good enough.

Ino had created a handful of different flowers in makeshift bouquets and beautiful setups, and although she hadn’t worked in the flower shop for years, she did a phenomenal job.. From purples to reds, yellows to blues, each petal had a unique spritz of water lining it and they filled their home with an unforgettable scent.

“Happy Anniversary, Sakura,” Sasuke spoke lightly before pressing a kiss to the side of her head, his fingers playing lightly with the ends of her hair while she continued smiling that adorable smile.

Found: Epilogue

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3

Pairings: Spencer Reid X Reader

Overview: Spencer’s college crush and friend gets kidnapped while going to pick up her daughter. Now Spencer is determined to find her before she is killed.

Warnings: None

It had been four years. Four amazing years with Spencer and your daughter. You almost couldn’t believe it as you stared in the mirror, your white gown flowing around you. As your mother placed your veil on top of your head, you saw Diana tearing up again. Valea was occupied with getting Lena and her own daughter ready for the walk down the isle.

It had been your idea to have all of the kids be a part of the wedding ceremony. Lena and Cora were going to be the flower girls and stand with your bridesmaids, Henry and Jack, were going to be on Spencer’s side, with Michael being the ring bearer. JJ, Emily, and Penelope were going to be your bridesmaids, and Valea was your Maid of Honor. Will would be walking Michael down the isle, so they would stand with the other groomsmen afterwards. Spencer’s other groomsmen were Aaron and David, with Derrek being the Best Man.

You heard the music start up and pulled your daughter to the side before she could walk out. “Remember what mommy told you?”

She nodded. “Yes, mommy. I won’t tell anyone the secret that you and daddy told me last night.” She whispered back.

“That’s my girl.” You kissed her forehead and watched her walk out the door. The other ladies gradually left as well, and as you heard the wedding march begin, you took a deep breath and happily walked out to become Mrs. Reid.

Spencer had the biggest grin on his face as you walked down the isle towards him. Derek leaned over and whispered something to him, Spencer laughing momentarily before you got close to him. As the ceremony started, you were suddenly nervous. You knew why, but also knew that everyone else would just believe that it was from being in front of a large crowd. Your nerves faded as soon as Michael walked down with the rings, the gold bands shining in the light coming from the windows.

Spencer slipped your ring onto your hand, and you did the same to him, saying the words that would make you husband and wife. “I do.”


The reception was amazing. The entire BAU had come to your wedding, and many of them were dancing around you and Spencer. You had danced with the entirety of his team, all of them making you laugh at one point or another. When you were ready, you and Spencer started to say your goodbyes to everyone. You didn’t want to be late to your honeymoon. You had decided to drive there, instead of taking a plane to a small town just two states over.

You both laughed at what they had done to your car. They had covered the door windows and the back one with “Just Married” sayings and cuteness. They had even stuck white mini hearts on the windshield. You kissed Spencer before you got into the car, slowly driving off while brainstorming ideas of how to tell the team that they were expecting a little Derrek James Reid and Emily Skye Reid in six months.

@dontshootmespence @criminal-minds-fanfiction @crimindsaspe @criminally-yours @gublerblog


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Always Some Madness in Love (Drarry)

“When did you fall in love with him?” Ginny asked, her face was somber as she waited for a response. 

“Dunno,” Harry admitted. It wasn’t as if he had planned to fall in love with him. People don’t plan to fall in or out of love. It happens of its own accord. It happens and then people are just left do deal with it in the best way they can. 

“Does anyone else know about this?” Ginny asked, face still somber, but she moved closer to Harry on the bench. 

After a lot of contemplation, it seemed like a public spot would be best for this sort of conversation, so Harry asked Ginny to meet him in Hogsmead that morning about a half hour before they were all supposed to meet at The Three Broomsticks. 

They had spent a better part of the half hour catching up. Harry was desperately avoiding the topic, so they bought a few Butterbeers and walked lazily around Honeydukes before Harry gathered up the courage to tell Ginny. 

“No one knows,” Harry answered. He could feel Ginny’s body pressing against his side as she leaned her head down to rest on his shoulder. The tightness in his chest that had been winding itself tighter and tighter still all week, loosened a bit at Ginny’s tenderness. 

Softly, Ginny whispered, “Not even him?” 

Mad at himself and mad at this situation, Harry could feel tears welling up in his eyes and thanks to the harsh January air, they felt frozen almost the instant they fell down his wind-burned cheeks, “No, but why would he?” 

Gently, Ginny placed her hand into one of Harry’s and interlocked their fingers. She stroked her thumb back and forth and then said, “I suppose he wouldn’t. I expect it will be a shock to everyone, yeah?” 

Harry barked out a tired laugh. He was exhausted from Auror training and Quidditch practice. He wanted the best of both worlds once the war ended, so he immediately decided to make a career of hunting down dark wizards with Ron instead of going back to Hogwarts like Hermione, and then he decided to make a hobby of Quidditch. Harry was not letting anything stop him from doing the things he loved. Things that made him feel like himself. 

Therefore, in whatever free time he had, he wanted to be flying in the air chasing the snitch. The recreational league he joined was happy to have him on as seeker and he got along with most of the teammates. But it was this choice which would cause him to become undone within the span of six months. 

“Everything is so upside down, Gin,” Harry admonished. He knew it wasn’t supposed to be this way. He wasn’t supposed to love someone who had been so terrible to him growing up. He should love someone who had been kind to him, even when it wasn’t convenient. He should love someone who hadn’t been a coward, someone who hadn’t let circumstance affect them so completely. 

“That’s sort of how love goes, though, isn’t it?” Ginny said in a perfect impersonation of Luna whenever she brought up Nargles, or some other creature Harry had never heard of until that moment. 

“You are getting too good at that, Gin,” Harry laughed and saw his breath cloud in front of his face like the steam of the Hogwarts Express engine as it steamrolled to it’s destination. 

“Well, that does happen when you live with someone and spend all of your free time with them. You start to learn everything about them,” Ginny said matter-of-factly and then sat upright again. She turned to face Harry and then gave him a sideways smile before she cupped his face in her gloved hands. 

“Gin,” Harry huffed, but the look on Ginny’s face was so sincere and so understanding, that Harry couldn’t help but smile at the amazing, brave woman she had grown into over the last two years. And he had missed it. He missed it because he had to set off and hunt down Horcrux after Horcrux, and then when that was over, Auror training had taken over most of his life. It was only the last six months that Harry had even been able to socialize properly. 

“Harry, you are a wonderful wizard,” Ginny said, dropping her hands and sighing deeply before continuing, “but you are also imperfect, and so is he. Don’t let your pride, or fear of judgement keep you from something you so clearly want.” 

“When did you get so wise, eh?” Harry joked and felt a sudden rush of warmth as Ginny swept him into an awkward sideways hug. He could feel the heat of her breath and smell the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. 

“I’ve always been wise,” Ginny whispered into his ear and then pulled out of the hug. She stood up and straightened her forget-me-not blue peacoat, extending her hand to pull him off the bench. 

Taking her hand, Harry let Ginny pull him off the bench, but only after pretending to be stuck to the spot and making her struggle to get him off the seat. Afterwards, they both laughed heartily and walked arm in arm back towards the warmth of The Three Broomsticks where their friends awaited them.


Smoked Beef Brisket and Pimento Cheese, New England Lobster Roll & Freshly Baked Carrot Cake from the Hops & Barley Booth, available during the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival.


Dedicated to supagirl. Happy Birthday!

Do you guys ever just think about how Korra was a bending prodigy and how she learned to bend 3 elements when she was just a small child, where most Avatars don’t even learn they’re the Avatar until they’re 16?

Do you ever think about how even though she was an amazing bender, she had gone 17 years of her life without EVER airbending?

And then she got ALL OF HER BENDING taken away. But she unlocked her airbending despite this.


Fun fact about me, the only vehicles I have ever crashed were a golf cart and a riding lawnmower. Both survived unscathed.

As @mudbloodedslytherin said: I am only capable of crashing vehicles you are not legally allowed to drive on the highway.

[day 31] that’s all folks! (at least for this year…) a big thank you to everyone who joined in this year! it was amazing seeing everyone’s drawings and enthusiasm! thank you!! happy roinktober! and happy halloween!

Dramione - first time seeing you

It was the first year on Hogwarts for Hermione. She had met amazing friends and school was fun and thoughtful as always.
Though she kept hearing stories of a Slytherin boy called, Draco Malfoy. Odd name. But Hermione couldn’t help but feeling slightly interested in the boy. She had asked Harry and Ron about him but they waved the question away.
‘So you’ve met this Draco boy then?’ She asked.
‘We might have.’ Ron said.
They were sitting in the Gryffindor room. Harry and Ron were sitting on the sofa and Hermione was sitting on a chair next to it.
‘Why do you care?’ Harry asked. 
‘Why haven’t I noticed him before?’ Hermione asked. More to herself than to the boys.
Ron shrugged. ‘You shouldn’t believe all those stories, Hermione. He lookes like a snake with very white hair.’
‘You shouldn’t judge someone based on their haircolor, Ronald.’ Hermione said. ‘You don’t like it when they jude you because of your red hair.’
Ron’s cheeks got red and he looked away.
‘Look, Hermione,’ Harry started. ‘The boy’s not that special. He just makes up stories and exciting stuff so girls will be impressed with him.’
‘So what? A girl can dream.’ Hermione shrugged.
Ron pouted. ‘Aren’t we special enough for your girly heart?’
Hermione threw her seat cushion to him and laughed. ‘My dream boys.’

A week later Harry’s quidditch team was about to train for their match against Slytherin, but the field wasn’t available.
Ron and Hermione were sitting outside. Hermione was reading a book and Ron was playing with Scabbers. Hermione noticed the commotion between the Gryffindor and Slytherin first and she hit Ron on his arm. 
‘Ow! What?’
Hermione pointed at Harry. ‘Maybe we should check it out.’
‘Maybe we shouldn’t.’
Hermione sighed and grabbed Ron’s arm.
Hermione and Ron reached the two teams when they heard, ‘Well we have a new Seeker.’
‘And who’s that?’ Oliver Wood asked.
‘Me.’ A boy said and he stepped forward.
‘Mafloy.’ Harry scowled.
Hermione gasped and looked at Draco. That was the famous Draco Malfoy, and he was standing right infront of her. She stared at him and he noticed her staring.

Draco smirked. ‘Like what you see?’
For a few seconds Hermione couldn’t speak. He was talking to her! She then picked herself up and smiled. ‘I might be.’

‘My sight isn’t that bad either.’ 
Ron looked at Draco and Hermione. ‘Are you- are you flirting?’ He stammered. ‘Right now?! Can’t you see it’s his fault that Harry’s team can’t train?’
‘Stay out of it, Weasly!’ Draco snapped. He then focused on Hermione again. ‘How about we see each other - just the two of us - after my training session is over?’
Hermione blushed. ‘That sounds lovely.’
‘Great! Now if you don’t mind….’ Draco looked at Harry. ‘Step aside, Potter. I have a training session to complete.’
Harry was too blown away to back fire at him so he just stepped aside.
‘I thought he was just as special as the stories.’ Hermione said.
‘You’re mental.’ Ron said and he shook his head.

“Private Studies”  ~  George x reader

“Can u do an imagine where the reader is George’s girlfriend and she can preform magic with her hands (like she doesn’t need a wand to cast spells) and George finds it really cool when she shows him (during school one time) and then they just kind of end up making out” ~Anon

Thank you so much for the request!! I loved it! It was so much fun to write! It’s probably the most provocative thing I’ve written. Haha! I hope you like it!😊💕

  • y/n - your name
  • y/e/c - your eye color
  • y/h/c - your hair color
  • y/h - your house


Y/n sat in one of the private studies in the library, going over her transfiguration notes and practicing the spells she had learned earlier that day. Unlike any of the other students she knew, her wand wasn’t necessary to perform magic. It lay on the other side of table, motionless, as y/n stirred the spoon in her coffee by circling her finger in midair. She turned the page of her textbook with her free hand and pointed to her quill to write her thoughts on the spells she had to remember. The door creaked open, but y/n didn’t notice. Her mind was deep inside her textbook.

“Hey, you!” George flirted, closing the door quietly. “I missed you at dinner.”

She turned to her boyfriend. “I missed dinner?”

Her question was the least of his concerns. “How are you doing that?” he asked.

“Doing what?”

He pointed as he spoke. “That!”

She looked at her quill moving, spoon stirring, and a page of her textbook floating a couple of centimeters from the previous lessons’ she’d had. “Oh!” she smiled. “Magic.”

George chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” She closed the book and pushed it to the opposite corner of the table with a wave and a pushing motion of her hand.

Sitting in the chair next to his girlfriend, George gave her a childlike grin. “Show me more.”

Y/n leaned in to him really close. “Alright.” She winked. As she backed away from him quickly, she pointed to her textbook and crooked her finger. It zoomed to her and opened to the page she had stopped at.

He giggled like a hyper five year old. “That’s amazing.”

She bit the tip of her tongue softly as she gave a flirtatious smile. Glancing at the bookshelf on the other side of the room, she silently called one over. It landed in her lap with a quiet thud. George’s eyes widened as she transformed the book into a chocolate frog. She handed it to him.

“Thought you might want one.”

“Thank you!” Taking the chocolate parcel from her fingers, he set it on the table next to her half full coffee mug and just gazed into her y/e/c eyes.


He couldn’t take it any longer. Her abilities were too much to handle. With a quick, swift motion, he smashed his lips into hers, caressing her cheeks. She was surprised at his choice of action, but quickly went along with it. She slowly moved her arms up to his chest and draped them around his neck as she slid into his lap. He traced the inside of her bottom lip line with his tongue before gently pulling it with his teeth.

Y/n let out a soft moan. He moved his hands down her sides, to her thighs, and around to her lower back, giving her butt a squeeze. They both laughed slightly.

The weight of the two of them kept pushing to the back of the chair. Soon enough, it toppled backwards. George’s head hit the floor.

Y/n gasped. “Georgie! Are you alright?”

He responded by continuing what they had started. They rolled off of the chair and onto the stone floor, y/n on top of him. She raised up a bit as he loosened her tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt. Her heart fluttered. They’d never taken it this far. But, before they could go any further, the door knob started to shake. Y/n quickly rolled off of George and held her hand out for a book to fly into. The door opened, and they acted as if nothing had happened.

“Hey guys!”

George chuckled nervously. “You scared us, Forge.”

“Oh.” Fred joked. “Were you two in the middle of something?”

The two in the floor eyed the room, not answering.

“I heard a crashing noise, and it took me a minute to remember that George came in here.” he went on. “Thought I’d check in on you two before Madame Pince started her rounds around the library.”

They got out of the floor, y/n pointing her finger at the chair to raise also. “Well, thank you, Fred. But, I can assure you, it was nothing.”

He smirked. “Mhm…” He left.

George looked nervous. “Umm… That was… nice.”

Y/n giggled as she fixed her outfit. “It was.”

“Mind if we do it again sometime?”

“How about tomorrow?” she asked with a sparkle in her eye, gathering her things. “During our free period after lunch?”

He gave her a devious, yet flirty look. “Perfect.”

She made her way to the door, changing the subject before she opened it. “You better sit by me in Potions.”

“Oh, I will.”

“You better.”

She flipped her y/h/c and made her way back to the y/h common room, waiting for tomorrow to hurry on its way.

Summer break was finally there. Anna was relieved to finally get some time to enjoy the island’s weather. As she headed down to the beach with a towel and a bag in tow, she hummed a bit to herself. Things were going good for once. She had an amazing boyfriend and she finally got another year of college under her belt. Arriving at the beach, she laid her towel down and laid on top of it, letting her skin tan from the sun. It felt like only a few minutes when she realized someone was standing over her all of a sudden. Her eyes opened as they tried to adjust to the light. 

“Excuse me? Can I help you?”

Cookies & Love

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Jennifer (Can be read as a reader)

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: None

AN: This is for @iwantthedean‘s YouAU challenge. It’s personalized as far as my nephews and my daughter and also a little background on my life and my job. I obviously don’t have Dean but the rest is true. The picture is also this years batch of Christmas cookies that we made :) Thank you @jalove-wecallhimdean for talking this one out with me!

I’ve always made sure to carry out Christmas traditions with the children in my family, including my own. One of those traditions is baking Christmas cookies. We might switch up the flavor palate every year, but the idea of the children having fun is always the same. That’s the most important thing for me; keeping the family together and making good memories.

My life hasn’t been the easiest but I have always been blessed. I had my daughter, Ava, at 19 years old. Her biological father hasn’t been a major part of her life. He comes and goes as he pleases and at 10 years old, she no longer wants much to do with him. I raised her on my own and worked 2 or 3 jobs at a time to make sure she was provided for. My family was supportive in any way they possibly could be whether it was babysitting or letting her spend fun nights with the grandparents.

I met Dean when she was only 4 years old in December. They had an amazing bond where she trusted him instantly. She warmed up to him upon the first meeting, something she never did with men before. That’s when I decided that a real relationship was worth trying. I’m forever grateful that I chose to continue on that path because he made our lives so much better than they already were.

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