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Luckiest Woman In The World

@screaminginternalthoughts requested: can i have a holtzmann x reader where they are engaged and the reader takes the other girls with her for wedding dress shopping but holtz shows up and sees her in her dress and the reader freaks cause she thinks its bad luck? x

Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairing: Jillian Holtzmann x reader
Word count: 1.2k+

Tags: @geeky-girl-394

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One of those girls

Author: spn-x-reader-fics 

Pairing: Dean x Plus size reader

Words: 1196

Warnings: body shaming 

Requested by: onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

Dean Winchester was gorgeous. Sam was pretty good looking, too, but, Dean… His face and figure just screamed I’m too good for you, in your eyes. His arms, and how well they could hold people; his hair, looking effortlessly cool; his lips, and how plush they seemed, how well they would work on yours (well, theoretically - you hadn’t tested the theory yet, so to speak); his eyes, how complex yet simple they were, speaking to you and getting his emotions more effectively than his mouth seemed to…

“Y/n?” You snapped out of your soliloquoy when you heard Dean’s voice to your right, addressing you. His voice. That was also something perfect about him. Husky and sexy but also sincere… “I’m going to take a leak, alright? I’ll be back in a minute.” Your friend placed a hand on your shoulder gently before getting up from his seat and walking towards the door labelled “men”.

You were in your run-of-the-mill bar downtown at some deadbeat area of North Dakota. Nothing you hadn’t seen a million times before, yet something was different this time.

Usually, bars like this were full of sleazy guys who were either no talk and all hands or washed up people drinking away their sorrows alone. Undoubtedly, you could tick those off the list a dozen times over, but today there was also a group of 3 girls evidently attempting to have a “girls’ night out”. They were right next to you, their asses hanging off the edge of their barstools, leaning forward to give the bartender the best view possible of their curves. Each of them was fairly heavily made up, in a short skirt, and looking like they spent 12 out of 24 hours a day at the gym.

You cringed slightly just looking at them. You weren’t put out by their choice of appearance: as far as you cared, they could do whatever they wanted. It was the comparison you made between your sizes that caused you to shrink back from them. They were much slimmer than you, and you were considered a “plus size”, so you felt embarrassed even being around them, let alone with Dean thrown into the mix. You were positive that those were exactly the kind of girls he would go for: slim, confident…”Oh my God, did you see that guy next to us? The one in the plaid shirt? He was hot” the one closest to you pointed out loudly, making no attempt to be discreet.

You gulped.

“Oh, yeah, he was a cutie. I bet you I could totally get him… If you know what I mean…” The girl in the middle hinted. Yep, she definitely seemed like one of those girls. She sat up straighter than the others swarming around her like wasps at a picnic, and appeared to be taller. She looked like the leader of the pack. But not like a Cordelia from Buffy Queen Bee, who had the potential to be nice - lile a Regina George Queen Bee, who was relentlessly cruel.

“Hey, you” she said, shamelessly jabbing a finger at you. “Ya know the hot guy in the plaid shirt. Are you with him?”

“Yeah, we just came out to-”

“No, are you with him?” She asked impatiently.

"Er, no, we’re just-”

“Good, because a guy like him would never” the girl looked you up and down, with a disapproving expression on her face, “go for a girl like you. You know that, right?”

Your cheeks turned bright red, and you stared at the bar counter. You were certain that what he was saying was true, though. “Yeah. I know.”

“He would go for a girl like me, to be exact… I’ll show you in a minute.” The girl then shot the most high-and-mighty grin you’d ever seen in your direction.

“You know he’s only friends with you ‘cause he feels sorry for you.” The one on the left, who hadn’t spoken about Dean yet, added quickly.

Apparently, it was possible for your face to go redder than it already was. “What?” You inquired, turning to face the girl.

The original girl laughed in disbelief, as if it was clear. “He would never go for someone as fat and ugly as y-“

“What did you call her?” Suddenly, Dean was at your side. Immediately, the three girls’ heads whipped round to face him. Their eyes widened and none of them said a word. “I said” Dean grabbed the girl next to you by the collar. “What did you call my best friend?”

“Fat and ugly, cause she is… Now, this girl wants to talk to y-”

“I think I’ll be doing the talking, thank you very much.” Dean snapped. “First, how dare you call her ugly and "fat”? I mean, you should never call anyone that in the first place, but I think y/n is absolutely gorgeous. She’s a great person, too, unlike all of you.“ Dean’s gaze swept across the three girls, who all looked positively intimidated by now. "Don’t try and say who I’ll like and won’t like, because you’re not me, and my mind doesn’t work in the superficial way yours does.” He then turned to the girl in the middle. “And, even if I did think about getting with you, which I wouldn’t, because you’re nasty and fake and not as perfect as you think you are. Even if I thought about it, I wouldn’t because I’m into someone else. Like, properly.”

All this time, you had been gazing at him with your mouth wide open. You didn’t expect him to say anything he had.

“You’re only saying all this because you pity her.” You then realised that was probable and your feelings turned from shock to sadness.

“If I ‘pitied’ her, would I do this?” Dean asked, and before anyone could do or say anything in response, he swivelled round so he was facing you, grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. Forget butterflies, it felt like elephants were storming around in your stomach. Dean was kissing you? Voluntarily? It all seemed so surreal.

The three girls were so surprised they couldn’t take their eyes off the two of you. When he pulled away after a couple of seconds (way too soon) he faced the girls for a final time. “If you even think about going near this girl or anyone you’re planning on picking on again, things’ll get ugly.” Dean proceeded to take your hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get away from these jerks.”


When you and Dean were walking down the street together, he decided to come clean properly. “Y/n, I really like you. I don’t care that you’re not as skinny as those girls. I still want to do all the things I’d want to do with anyone else I’ve liked with you. You’re beautiful, alright?”

“I just don’t understand. They were right.”

“No, not at all. They were completely wrong.” Dean told you honestly. “Now you’ve said that again, actually, I might just have to kiss you again…” He smirked, pulling you to him, not caring that you were in the middle of the road.

anonymous asked:

Tank you for your help girls!!! You are all so amazing!! <3 I wanted ask you about one Dramione fic I read long time ago. Draco and Hermione are head boy and girl, the only thing that separates their rooms is wall, the wall is actually a mirror, where one can look and not be seen by the other. If you know the name of the fic, could you pretty please send me the link. Thank you again <3

Hello! We actually answered an ask like that not too long ago. That sounds a lot like this story. Is this it?

Mirror, mirror on the wall by Padfoot the Marauder- NC-17, 8 chapters, complete

When Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy’s quarters. A view of three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.

- Wynken

Desiderio Di Essere Amato (Part 2)

Summary: It’s your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You had just been sorted into Hufflepuff, and your first year has officially just begun. You had everything planned out, everything was perfect. Until a certain Malfoy had to tamper with your plans, and change everything. Possibly for the better, possibly for the worse. 

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 3,547

Warnings: None. Possibly excitement ;)

A/N: I got an amazing reaction to part one to this multiple part series, so I was so excited to write the second part and present it to you guys that I just couldn’t resist! I hope you all like it, let me know what you think and if you want me to tag you in the future parts! xx

Part 1 | Part 3

The sorting ceremony had just ended, and the houses were finally given permission to dig into their feasts. Charlotte and Evangelina had also been sorted into Hufflepuff, only exciting you even more. Charlotte’s hand squeezed yours as she turned toward where the food was supposed to be place, finding it empty.

A frown casted its way upon her lips. “Where’s the food?” She had questioned just as it had suddenly appeared in front of you three.

A loud gasp simultaneously slipped past all your lips, causing an older year to smile at you three. “Exciting, isn’t it?” Said the boy, a welcoming grin lacing his lips. The boy was blessed with light brown hair that flopped over his forehead and a square face, perfectly combining with magical green eyes and a contagious smile. He had held his hand out to you first, since you were the closest to him. “Diggory. Cedric Diggory.” He introduced, you politely and shyly shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” You spoke softly, slightly intimidated by an older year talking to you. Cedric had noticed, but hadn’t said anything, not wanting to scare you off.

Instead, he turned to the two girls beside you, nodding a greeting to them.
“Don’t worry,” He tried to reassure you all, looking away only slightly to grab a chicken leg from the plate that settled itself in front of him. “you three are going to love it here.”

“Nonsense, they’re going to be terrified once they start their classes!” A new voice startled the three young girls, their heads twisting up into the air to spot an almost transparent figure floating in the air.

Cedric’s body shook as he laughed at the first year trio. “Hello, Sir. Nicholas! How was your summer?”

“Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied.” Said Sir. Nicholas.

Abruptly, Charlotte’s jaw dropped, examining the obvious ghost from head to toe. “I know you!” She shouted. “You’re Nearly Headless Nick!”

“I prefer Sir. Nicholas, if you don’t mind!” Bit the ghost.

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilting to the side. Cedric smirked as you asked the question he had also asked his first year. “Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?”

Yours, Charlotte’s, and Evangelina’s eyes almost popped out of your head as Sir. Nicholas had reached up to his head and pulled to the right.

“Like this!” He shouted, you three immediately groaning and gagging, turning away from the dead man and toward the feast.

Your expressions were priceless to Cedric, who instantly fell into a fit of laughter as he watched you three wretch. You had suddenly lost your appetite, deciding to just look around you. The size of the room had still amazed you, your mouth agape as your eyes landed on the table behind you that just so happened to be the Gryffindor table. You giggled as Sir. Nicholas startled Ron Weasley from his feast, popping his head up from the table. Your eyes looked away from Sir. Nicholas and to all the faces that surrounded the table. Hermione and Harry were sitting across from Ron, who sat by his brother and an older boy with short brown hair and chocolate eyes.

You looked away immediately, your heart racing at just one look at the boy. He was quite adorable, but he was too old for you. Your cheeks grew hot as your eyes suddenly caught Draco’s from across the room, a thrilled expression painted upon his face. He smirked at you, a sudden twinkle in his eyes. Shaking your head, you smiled at him and turned back around.

You had a feeling this year was going to be great…

“Come on! Let’s move it, please!” Hannah Abbott, a Prefect who had introduced herself to you, shouted at the Hufflepuffs’ and led you all down a long corridor. The walls felt suffocating as they practically towered over you.

You, Charlotte, and Evangelina watched as the Prefect paused before a small round door surrounded by green vines hanging from the walls, plants surrounding it. It was naturally beautiful, somehow reminding you of Narnia in a way. A slight giggle escaped your lips before Hannah turned to face the crowd behind her and began to talk.

“This,” she pointed behind her to the small door. “is the Hufflepuff common room entrance. There is only one way in, and one way out. Now, usually the other houses have passwords for their common rooms. However, we like to be a bit different.” The blonde girl had turned around with a smile, raising her hand up to the door and tapped two times in the middle of the second row, the lid immediately opening to reveal a long passageway.

“Woah…” Evangelina gasped just as Hannah turned back around to the first years.

“Be careful with the rhythm you use to tap on the lid. If someone were to use the wrong lid, it would think there were an intruder, and they will immediately be doused in vinegar and barred access. All it takes is two taps from the bottom, middle of the second row in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff.’ Do not, and I repeat… Do not get it wrong.”  Hannah had disappeared through the passageway, and you followed suite, mimicking every step she took.

Soon, you were led into a round room, the flicker of the warm fireplace placed right by the lid illuminating the walls, warmth immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. Hushed whispers escaped the vibrant green plants that lined the light brown colored walls, the smell of peppermint and cinnamon mimicking the feeling of home. Yellow and black armchairs and sofas littered the room, looking comfy and inviting. The low-ceilinged, earthy room brought joy throughout your body, a smile lacing your lips as everyone else had begun to follow you in.

“This is beautiful.” You were breathless, speechless at what surrounded you. You looked to your side to Evangelina’s wide gray eyes searching her surroundings, Charlotte immediately walking up beside her with an almost identical expression.

“It is.” Evangelina agreed, her mouth slightly agape.

“Welcome to the Hufflepuff common room. You all will be coming here quite often, so you will need to know how to locate your rooms. Girl’s dormitories are to your right,” Hannah had pointed to a circular door to your right. “and boy’s dormitories are to your left.” She now pointed to your left, also revealing another circular door. “All your belongings should have already been brought up. More will be explained in the morning, but for the meantime, you all shall be getting ready for bed. Go on.”

Immediately, you three girls had scampered off through the door and to a copper-illuminated room, lamps lining the walls with four-poster beds covered in patchwork quilts. Bed-warmers hanged against the side of each bed, in case your feet were to get cold.

“This is mine!” Evangelina announced, running over to one of the beds and plopping blissfully onto it.

You searched your surroundings, spotting your belongings on a bed placed in the corner of the room, closest to a window with a ledge to sit on. You grinned, skipping over and greeting your cat. “Nice to see you again, Winnie.” You whispered before grabbing your belongings, unpacking, undressing, and readying yourself into bed with a huge smile on your face.

“Do you think tomorrow will be as exciting?” asked Charlotte through the comfortable silence.

You nodded through the dark, forgetting she couldn’t see you. “Yes,” you whispered, cuddling yourself more into the soft blanket that was now owned by you. “I do.”

It had been a week since your first year had started, and you were loving the new year! All your classes had sparked a huge interest in you, and you enjoyed the people who surrounded you. Everything was great. Well… at least up until now.

“Y/L/N!” A voice shouted as soon as you had left your Defense Against the Dark Art’s class, and you turned around to be greeted with a glaring expression by the one and only Draco Malfoy. He had left you alone since the odd, awkward moment you two had at the Sorting Ceremony, but today was different. He would not stop bugging you.

“Can I help you?” You asked nicely, a fake smile planting its way upon your lips. Immediately, you felt two presences beside your sides, and you looked to your right to spot Charlotte glaring at Draco, her emerald orbs burning holes into Draco’s face. To your left, you found Evangelina with the same exact expression.

Draco looked between the pair beside you, a sudden hesitant glow in his bright blue eyes. “This isn’t over, Y/L/N. We’ll meet again, surely. And your little puppets won’t be around to protect you, either.” He bit, glaring at the trio before storming off in anger.

“I think you lot scared him off.” You said with a smirk, your shoulders held high as you trudged to your next class with the two girls beside you on each side.

Evangelina smirked proudly, poking her chin up high in the air. “That was our plan.”

“We had overheard him speaking bad things about you before our Arithmancy class today, and I had told him off in front of his friends, slightly startling him.” explained Charlotte, a huge smile painted upon her lips.

An airy laugh escaped your lips as the three of you entered Potions together, immediately drawing everyone’s attention to you - including Draco Malfoy.

“Tell me again why he’s in this class?” Asked Charlotte sarcastically, lacing a smile upon your lips.

“Because he is! Now be nice!” You scolded, taking your seats in the very back row of the room.

After a minute of banter between the entire class, your Professor had barged into the room in an evident rush. Professor Snape immediately started talking, pausing in front of the room to turn toward the class.

“There will be no foolish wand-waving, or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect any of you to appreciate the subtle silence and the exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few…” Snape’s eyes immediately landed on Draco’s, and you watched as a slightly timid smile grew upon his face. “… possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.”

Professor Snape’s eyes then landed on Harry Potter, who’s eyes were not on him, however, but on the notebook placed on his desk. “Then again… Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable in which you feel confident enough to not. pay. attention.”

Everyone’s landed on Harry as he looked up at Potion’s Master Snape with an apologetic expression, immediately placing his quill back where i belonged. You could see the challenging glare in Professor Snape’s eyes as he moved closer to Harry with crossed arms.

“Mister Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added the powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?”

Almost immediately, yours and Hermione’s hand flew up into the air simultaneously, both of you quite eager to answer despite the tense silence of the room. Harry looked at both you and Hermione sheepishly, confusing lacing his features. You looked away to see Draco glaring at you from the front of the classroom. You smiled at him, and continued to wiggle your fingers in the air until Draco’s hand suddenly went up.

You watched as Harry shook his head. “You don’t know?” Harry shrugged.

Immediately, Professor Snape called on Draco to answer.

“It makes a sleeping potion so powerful that it becomes known as the Draught of Living Death.” Large amounts of confidence dripped through Draco’s tone as he looked back at you proudly.

You smiled at him, slightly glad he answered the question correctly, confusing him to the fullest.

He thought you would have been mad for answering the question before you could.

Professor Snape nodded, motioning he had gotten it correct, before he had turned back to Harry with a disappointed expression.

“Now, Potter, let’s try again, shall we?” He cocked his head. “Where would you look if I tell you to find me a Bezoar?”

Again, yours and Hermione’s hand raised in the air, your fingers wiggling slightly. Draco grimaced at you, not knowing the answer to this question. You ignored him as you watched Harry shrug.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?”

Harry looked between you and Hermione again before repeating, “I don’t know, Sir.”

Professor Snape sighed before calling on you to answer. “A Bezoar is a stone that is taken from a goat’s stomach, that can save you from the most dangerous poisons. And the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane is a trick question. They are the same plant, and they both go by the name of Aconite.”

Snape had actually looked impressed with your answer, by the small hint of a smile upon his lips. You grinned, causing the two girls beside you to roll your eyes.

“Show off.” Whispered both of them before Snape looked back at Harry.

“Pity.” He paused. “Clearly fame isn’t everything, Mister Potter.”

After Potions class had ended, it was finally time for lunch. You, Charlotte, and Evangelina has skipped your way out of the Hufflepuff common room and into the Great Hall in no time, taking your seats next to Cedric.

“Hello, Y/N. Charlotte. Evangelina. How has your day gone so far?” Greeted Cedric with a kind smile, immediately digging into his food.

“Y/N had managed to show off for Professor Snape in Potions class. All I managed today was to scare boys off.” Charlotte had exclaimed, causing you and Cedric to laugh simultaneously.

“Nonsense. You couldn’t scare off a boy even you wanted to!” Cedric had patted your back, drawing your attention away from your food. “You impressed Professor Snape? That’s odd. Usually he doesn’t take kindly to Hufflepuff’s. Or anyone that is not in Slytherin, for that matter!”

Your head had looked behind to the Slytherin table across the room almost instantly, and you searched for bright blue eyes throughout the crowd. You found that they were already looking at you, a hatred burning in their deep blue oceans. You frowned, turning away in bewilderment.

Why is he always looking at you like that?

“Well, besides Draco Malfoy, Y/N had managed to make an impression on him also.” Charlotte announced, breaking you from your thoughts at the mention of his name. You looked at her to be met with her scolding green eyes.

She had saw you searching for him.

Cedric rolled his eyes. “Of course the Malfoy had impressed him, he’s a Slytherin. But Y/N, over here, isn’t. Now that’s what’s actually impressive!”

You smiled at Cedric for a moment, before looking down at your food, your thoughts creeping away from the current conversation and to the way Draco’s eyes pierced into yours.

And unfortunately, you could not get him out of your mind until lunch had ended, and you had begun another set of classes.

The sun beat down on your skin, radiating heat throughout your body as you stood in the middle of the Hogwarts courtyard, broomstick placed in front of you. Unfortunately, you didn’t have Charlotte or Evangelina in this class, but you did have Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

As you stood patiently in the sun, waiting for your Professor, you felt a pair of eyes watching you, looking up and searching the faces in your class. Your eyes caught Draco’s instantly.

Ugh, why does he do this everyday?!

“Good afternoon, class!” Madam Hooch’s voice ripped your eye contact away from Draco and to her as she walked between the two rows of students. 

“Good afternoon, Madam Hooch!” The class echoed, watching as she placed brown leather gloves on her hands and faced the class.

“Welcome to your first flying lesson!” She paused, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick. Come on now, hurry up!”

The class followed their instructions, everyone immediately taking a few steps forward.

“Stick your right hand over the broom, and say ‘up!‘”

“Up!” you shouted, your broom instantly floating up from the ground and into your hand. You smiled proudly at it, causing Hermione to glare at you.
“Don’t ask me!” You explained to her, shrugging your shoulders. You looked ahead of you at Draco, who had shouted up a few more times before his broom had also floated into his hand.

He looked at you with pride, then noticed your broom already in your hand, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You smiled, cocking your head into the air.

“Nice to see you’ve finally got the hang of it!” You teased, casting a glare upon his face.

“Oh, shut it, Y/L/N!” He spat.

“With feeling!” Madam Hooch explained to the rest of the class, who had been struggling.

Suddenly, your eyes tore away from Draco’s to watch Ron’s broom smack him in the head, a groan escaping his lips as you and Harry laughed.

“Shut up, you lot!” Ron spat, a hint of a smile lacing his lips. 

Madam Hooch gained the class’s attention once everyone had their brooms in their hand. “Now, once you’ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it!” Everyone had immediately started to climb upon their brooms, you swinging your right leg over it. “Grip it tight! You don’t wanna be sliding off it in the air! Pick up from the ground, hard! Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle.”

You listened to her count down from three, then blew her whistle, you immediately pushing yourself off from the ground.

“Uhhh…” You wavered in the air slightly, then got a grip on your broom, steadying yourself proudly then leaned forward a bit before setting back down on the ground. “Yes!” You cheered until something else had caught your attention.

Neville Longbottom had been floating in the air, unable to land back down. You mumbled an ‘oh no’ under your breath as you watched him float away.

“HELP!” He had yelled before he wavered in the sky rapidly. You scowled at the sight as he flew through the air, bumping against the building then suddenly flying back to the ground and toward the class.

“Mister Longbottom!” Hooch had yelled, taking out her wand before the whole class ran out of the way and Neville had landed harshly onto the ground, dropping a small glass ball in process.

You glared at Draco as he walked up to it with a smirk on his face, grabbing it off from the ground and turning toward Crabbe and Goyle.

Madam Hooch commanded us to stay on the ground as she took Neville to the Hospital Wing. The class obeyed until she had disappeared out of their site, Draco drawing everyone’s attention.

“D’you see his face?” He spat, grinning at Crabbe and Goyle. “Maybe if the fat lad had given this a squeeze, he hadn’t had to fall on his fat arse!”

Your eyes burned holes into Draco’s face as he held the remembrall up in the air, Harry storming up behind him.

“Give it here, Malfoy!” He yelled, his voice bitter and cold.

“No.” Spat Malfoy as he turned around to glare at Harry. “I think I’ll leave it here for Longbottom to find.” Suddenly, Draco had mounted onto his broom, floating high into the air. “How ‘bout on the roof?”

Instantly, you had mounted on yours, following Draco into the air.

“What’s the matter, Potter? Bit behind your reach?” He paused as he turned back around to look at you in confusion. “Y/N?” He called you by your first name for the first time this year, shocked you were in the air chasing after him.

“Give me the remembrall, Malfoy! It doesn’t belong to you!” You spat, floating closer to him. He flew backwards, away from you.

“So what if it doesn’t, Y/L/N?! Longbottom’s the one that dropped it! It wouldn’t be my fault if he had accidentally lost it!”  He yelled, suddenly throwing the glass ball away from your reach and across the courtyard.

You flew after it as Draco flew back down to the ground, watching you in amusement. You were able to catch it before you could crash into a glass window - Harry Potter just so happening to be hot on your trail -  and you twisted into the air, turning back around before joining your class back on the ground.

However, what you didn’t know was that the glass window you had almost ran into belonged to Professor McGonagall, and that she had saw the whole thing.

Little did you know, that in just a matter of minutes, you and Harry would be getting called by McGonagall, away from your class, and you would soon be meeting the Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

And little did you know, that you would soon become their most valuable seeker.

Tags: @ultrabarnes


The League of Gentlemen cameos in Birthday Girl (2001)

anonymous asked:

Can you try to fine good Dramione Smut


Title: A Pound of Flesh
Author: Pennilyn Novus
Summary: Becoming attached had never been part of the plan. Neither was falling in love. One night out on the town, Hermione comes face to face with Draco Malfoy–Memory Charmed and living as a Muggle–and an opportunity too good to pass up. What starts as revenge quickly grows into something more, and as Hermione delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the man who can’t remember who he is - the man everyone thought was dead - she might discover more than she can handle.
Rating: MA
Length: 33 chapters (with additional alternate ending) || 210,804 words
Genre(s): Drama, Mystery, Romance, Angst

Title: The Fallout
Author: everythursday
Summary: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.
Rating: MA
Length: 39 chapters || 310,229 words
Genre(s): Action, Angst, Dark, Drama, Romance

Title: Kiss, With Tongue
Author: tamlane
Summary: Frustrated with the male propensity to ‘shag and run,’ the girls engage in a contest to see who can go the farthest by Valentine’s Day without going all the way. But perhaps they should have chosen their partners more carefully….
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Length: 59,500 words

Title: Mirror, mirror, on the wall…
Author: Padfoot the Marauder
Summary: When Hermione becomes Head Girl she accidentally discovers that the mirrors of her private dorm provide a clear outlook into the Head Boy’s quarters. A view of three generations of Head Girls dealing with this unusual phenomenon.
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Humour, romance
Length: n/a


Title: Hermione Granger and the Forty-Year Old Virgin
Author: CaptainRayChill
Summary: At age fourteen, Draco Malfoy insults a legendary sex witch – a mistake that both he and his penis still regret at age forty.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance
Length: approx. 23,000 words

Title: Mulled Wine and Kisses
Author: musyc
Summary: She’d only thought before to give him a moment of distraction, but now her thoughts were leading an entirely different direction.
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Romance
Length: 4,350 words

Title: Moving Staircases
Author: Ixexa
Summary: Hermione loses her balance and Draco isn’t sure whether to be glad that he caught her.
Rating: MA
Genre: Romance, Plot? What Plot?
Length: 10,176 words

Girl Meets I Do; (May contain spoilers if you haven't seen)

A/N: OKAY! So I got a lot of requests about GMID and I’d love to individually do them but I don’t want to be repetitive so I combined them all in some ways ! I hope this is okay! Also to all the anons that complimented my previous work it genuinely means a lot to me!! Thank you so so much :) 

I altered the episode a little as you’ll have noticed just to make it work! If the rest of the clique six were going to be at the wedding I wanted the Matthews family AKA Shawn’s family to be there too!! 

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In the early hours of the morning a doubtful Maya drags Riley out of bed and into the bay window. Her mother was set to marry Shawn the following evening, this is everything she’d be hoping for but she was worried it would fall apart at any moment. Maya believes good things don’t happen to her so why should she expect this would be any different. 

After all attempts at waking the deep sleeper Maya went for the romantic approach. 

“Riley, it’s me Lucas, I want to be a veterinarian and I want to kiss your face” Maya puts on her Texan voice. 

Riley kisses the air with a smile and Maya can’t help but grin herself, “ew.”

Rattling on the fire escape gives Maya a fright and her sudden jolt knocks Riley over and she hit the ground, finally waking up.

“What happened?” Riley groggily gets up.

“Your boyfriend and his boyfriends decided to pay you a visit!” Maya pokes her thumb at the window and their three guy friends are standing by waving.

Riley opens the window and whispers, “What are you guys doing here?”

“Smackle is here too!” She raises her hand up making herself known, she was lost behind the boys. 

“Shh!” They all turned to hush her.

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so i’ve been working on a painting of kara using this reference shot and the whole time i’ve just been thinking about this… supergirl with a pearl earring

3 Girls Hit, Angry Aria, and Is Sara Making Things Up? PLL 6x02 Analysis & Theories

Jumping to Conclusions & Where is Mona?

Although I`m in the minority of people who actually enjoyed “Songs of Innocence” I`ll admit that there is a huge problem with the episode - NO MONA! She was such an important part of both, the season 5 finale and the season 6 premiere, so why didn`t we get at least a glimpse at how she is recovering? Also, a Mike/Mona reunion. That needs to happen. Soon.

Now on to what we did see in the episode. Like the girls jumping to conclusions again. “Andrew is A. Andrew is Charles.” No. Over the span of 5 seasons they`ve had multiple “A” suspects and apart from Ezra (who wasn`t “A” but was definitely shady in his own way), none of those people turned out to be “A”. The one person who actually was “A” - Mona - was never on the girls` radar, so I think it`s safe to assume that this time around it`ll be the same way - the current A/Charles will be someone the girls don`t see as a threat. 

Three Girls Hit On the Head - Why? 

Sara Harvey tells Emily how she ended up in the dollhouse. She ran away from home, went to Rosewood, and someone hit her on the head. Then she woke up in the dollhouse. We do know that Sara disappeared the day after Alison did, but how can it be that in a span of two days three different girls got hurt in pretty much the same way in the same town. Alison got hit with a rock. Bethany got hit, probably with a shovel or maybe even that field hockey stick. Either way, according to the medical report she was hit with a blunt object. Now we find out that Sara was also hit. 

Coincidence? I think not. My theory is that all three of them were hurt by the same person. Not sure if that person is Charles, but he`s a likely suspect. 

I Want to Trust Sara…But Is She Making Things Up?

Speaking of Sara Harvey, do you trust her? I`m trying to be sympathetic, but so much about this girl is just weird. From what Sara`s friends told the liars Sara was a popular girl. The Queen Bee. Probably from a well to do family. She probably ran her school like Alison ran hers. So why did Sara feel the need to run away from home? What was going on in her life to make her make that decision? 

At the end of the episode Sara runs away yet again and ends up at Emily`s house. She tells Emily and Pam about her mother and her supposed need for attention. The way she talks about her mother sounds as though she`s talking about two sisters or friends that are jealous of another as opposed to a mother and a daughter. When Sara is in the hospital her mother doesn`t visit. She simply calls her. Someone later picks Sara up from the hospital and while Emily`s mom thinks it`s Sara`s mom picking her up, she`s not sure. So I wonder, does Sara even have a mom? A family? And if she does, is the relationship between her and her mother really this bad, or does she simply imagine it to be this way? 

Connection to 3x13?

3x13. Halloween. Ted is handing out candy to kids when Mrs. Marin stumbles across a blond girl. Let`s call her “the ghost girl.” She tells Ashley that she wants to call her mother and that she needs to get home. Ashley lets her use the phone. Later the girl magically appears in Hanna`s bedroom. She has a little talk with Ashley and reveals that her mother is mad at her and that her sister is always telling lies about her. The girls speaks slowly, almost in a whisper. Then, like a ghost girl she is, she disappears as though she was never in the house in the first place.

Flash forward to 6x02. Sara`s mom is nowhere to be seen. “Speaking to mom on the phone” is mentioned in both “Sara” scenes -  the scene where Emily visits Sara in her room, and when Sara, Emily and Pam are sitting on the porch. Sara also has a similar way of speaking, she speaks slowly, separates her words, and her voice sounds like a whisper sometimes. We though the girl could`ve represented Alison or maybe even Cece, but what if she was supposed to represent Sara instead? Check out the 3x13 scene and decide for yourself. 

The Aftermath 

The majority of the episode had to do with the girls dealing with their emotional trauma. The biggest reason why I was able to enjoy this episode was because I`m a fan of such story lines. Not because they`re fun to follow but because the actors get a chance to showcase their acting abilities and the directors have a chance to create some beautiful and touching scenes. I think this was the biggest reason why so many people disliked the episode - there was more focus on the liars` inner worlds, they were very shut off, and no investigating or clue hunting took place. The promo for 6x03 shows the girls back together and on a mission, so hopefully more of you will enjoy next week`s episode. 

So, the aftermath. First of all, it`s nice to see the parents doing what they`re supposed to do - parenting and offering their support. Maybe I shouldn`t say parents. I should say mothers because except for Kenneth we didn`t see any of the girls` fathers. As I was saying in my 6x02 recap video, Emily`s dad has an excuse and he gave Emily a call. Hanna`s dad has never been there for her, so his absence doesn`t come as much of a surprise. But what about Byron and Peter? What are they up to?

The girls are clearly traumatized. Hanna wants to take her room apart. Spencer can`t sleep and is on the verge of becoming an addict again. Really hope we don`t revisit that story line though. Aria is angry. Very angry. Emily`s first instinct is to protect herself and her friends. She wears her dad`s army jacket multiple times throughout the episode. The way I see it, the jacket represents security. It`s like a baby blanket or a stuffed animal that can bring her comfort. Shooting guns is her way of releasing her frustration and getting back some of the power Charles has taken away. 

All of the parents/boyfriends try to help the girls the best they can, but in my opinion Caleb and Ashley are the best support system. Ashley doesn`t leave Hanna alone and doesn`t pressure her to open up. And Caleb…Caleb is just the sweetest and I want this relationship to last. 

Again, What Happened in Their Bedrooms?

We got flashbacks that showed us what took place during those three weeks, only a few of them, but they were terrifying. I still feel like there`s a lot missing. We see Spencer and Emily sitting in identical rooms, being forced to flip a switch and choose which one of their friends was going to be tortured next. Sick. But I don`t think this was it. Hanna reveals that Charles made them play “games” - Truth or Dare, Who Do You Love More? etc. I think that there are more flashbacks to come. Also, the room Spencer and Emily are in doesn`t seem like either of their fake bedrooms, so did this torture take place in a different room?

Back in present day Aria apologizes to Spencer. “I`m sorry,” she says and while at first Spencer doesn`t understand what she`s apologizing for, eventually it clicks. I think that when forced, Aria flipped Spencer`s switch. Maybe once. Maybe more than once. But she definitely feels guilty about something. 

Angry Aria 

Aria is emotional and angry. Real angry. Which is probably why she is able to leave her house and interact with other people. Since she doesn`t keep her emotions bottled up and lets them out she seems to have an easier time dealing with the trauma. But it doesn`t mean that she makes good decision. I love Aria because she is so over the top and you just never know what she`ll do, but I was so annoyed by her impulsiveness in this episode. Sure, she wants the “A” ordeal to be over, but lying to the police? Really? Has that ever gotten them anywhere? I don`t think the lady she was talking to (Lawyer? Detective?) believed a word she said, but Aria`s do first/think later approach is going to get her into trouble.

Is Andrew A Red Herring After All?

I wasn`t sure before, but I think that`s going to be the case. When Toby catches Andrew he asks Toby to calm down so he could explain. So there is something to explain… The police has an abundance of evidence in their possession - anything from journals, to electronics that can be traced back to Andrew, to a paper trail that supposedly connects him to the dollhouse construction. All that`s missing is a pretty little bow to tie it all up. Over the course of the episode Mrs. Hastings, Toby, and Sara Harvey seem to question whether Andrew could be “A.” Spencer doesn`t say much, but she doesn`t seem to be convinced either. So finally all of these people + the majority of the PLL fandom are on the same page. 

At the end of the episode we see Andrew being interrogated and although the music is loud and we can`t fully hear what he says, I`m pretty sure he tells the detective “I was not. I was trying to help the girls.” So, if he wasn`t lying I think that that`s the case, because really, who would be satisfied if Andrew was revealed to be “A”? No one. This seems like a more logical explanation of his shadiness. 

Kenneth`s Lie And Charlie 

So Kenneth is a liar. Alison asks him who Charles DiLaurentis is and he outright denies ever hearing of such a person. The big question isn`t why he`s lying though. It`s what Charles could`ve possibly done for his family to not only not want anything to do with him, but to basically deny his existence (if he is a DiLaurentis, that is). 

Although not much was revealed in this episode, we did find out something at the end when Alison is flipping through a photo album. We see a photo of one of the boys we saw in the vault video, which means that Jason was in fact, one of the two boys. Judging from the promo for 6x03, the other boy must`ve been Charlie. This complicates things and kinda destroys my “Jason is A” theory, but it seems like Charlie/Charles is someone Jason knew. Perhaps he didn`t know that they were related though? Also, there are photos missing from the album, and perhaps those exact photos were taken by Charles and we see them framed and displayed in the vault? 

Other Thoughts - 

  • I like Lorenzo, but I`m not a fan of Ali having a love interest right now. She needs to reconnect with the girls and tell them what she was up to when she was on the run and oh, I don`t know, maybe who Beach Hottie is? 
  • Why was Ezra so into the idea of Aria writing down what happened to her in the dollhouse in a journal? Is this an evil plan of some sort? To steal that journal and publish it since his true crime novel never saw the light of day? Probably not, but I don`t trust Ezra one bit and I probably never will. 
  • I have a feeling that Mrs. Hastings will find the sleeping/anti-anxiety pill in Spencer`s drawer and there`ll be drama. We don`t need that right now, Spencer is an essential part of the group and even thought they`re all smart in their own way she needs to contribute her ideas so they can figure out who Charles D. is. 

Check out my 6x02 video here. :)

Just a Phase

So this was inspired by arthur-tristan-kingsmen’s amazing little drabble here, which you all should totally go read right this second before reading this.

Lewis slammed the door to his home and raced upstairs desperately. Today had been the last straw. If it wasn’t for him, nobody would be questioning his family. If it wasn’t for his stupid interests, what happened today would not have happened. 

He closed and locked the door to his room. On his dresser there sat a mirror and he stared long and hard at his twelve-year-old self. His eye was a bit bruised but nothing too bad. Nothing compared to what could have happened and what did happen to…

Lewis shook his head. No, never again. He was done being a burden to the wonderful people who had taken him into their home. And he was especially done being a burden to Arthur. Looking down at himself in disgust, he saw the culprits. 

“Stupid clothes…”

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