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This is Lady. I rescued her from a trailer park where she didn’t have an owner, just the lady that fed the stray cats and let them come inside. She was a little sneezy baby and the first cat in the trailer park that ever let me get close enough to pet them. I heard her breathing poorly and so I picked her up to try and find her owner otherwise I was gonna take her to our local shelter. She just sat on my chest and purred away. I found the woman caring for her and she said I could take her home. I was actually on a delivery so the next day when I didn’t work I came back and picked her up. She has been spoiled since.

She is always in the same room as me. She follows me everywhere. She LOVES to play fetch with milk rings. She will bring the toy to me to throw. If I don’t throw it within a time frame acceptable to her she will start to paw at my arm or hand.

She will sleep next to me and I keep her cat bed by my pillow.

She bleps because when she stretches, especially if she arches her back and sticks her head in, her tongue sticks out and she forgets to stick it in back.


Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natasha (OFC), Rosie (OFC - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (kinda - not really), low self esteem, language, slight violence.       

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This was supposed to be a gif blurb for a gif @chaos-and-the-calm67 send me. It was born out of two conversations I had today. One with @percywinchester27 and one with @mysupernaturalfics - who is also the sweet angel… really more like demon spawn but… she did beta on short notice. :P

You felt a knot form in your stomach when you saw her. You had feared something had been going on between the new PA Natasha and your husband. You had never brought it up to him, because saying it would make it real. It wasn’t that he had ever really done anything to make you doubt him, but the way she was giggling and touching him every chance she got, it would upset you more than you cared to admit. You justified his actions in your mind. Jensen was gorgeous and out of your league.  You had gained weight and you were feeling less than confident about the way you looked. Especially after having your daughter.You tried telling yourself you couldn’t blame him for going elsewhere to get his needs filled.

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anonymous asked:

Can you so a scenario where the S and M brothers lay their head down on their S/O lap and she smiles a bit and strokes their and tells them that they remind her of a little kid when they do that


Shu - Besides the fact that he’s practically purring at your touch… “Quiet lewd woman you started this.”

Reiji - It’s not often that you can get Reiji to relax and let his guard down around you like this are you sure you want to say that? “How rude, to demean me to child just for resting… I don’t want to have to punish you.”

Ayato - Ayato’s face would go red at your comment, he’d even pout a little. “Shut it Pancake, you belong to Your’s Truly and I’ll do as I please, no matter if you do see me as a child!”

Kanato - Kanato would be so quiet that it’d be disturbing if you said it, he almost looked like he was asleep. “Hey, just don’t mess up my hair…”

Laito - Laito is not really one to have his hair played with, it’s not that he hates it more so that he’s indifferent. “How about you play with something else, ehh Little Bitch? Maybe then you can’t compare me to a child.”

Subaru - His hair is so fluffy and soft, how can you now play with it? That is if he’d let you, he’s not one to lay in your lap so saying something like that would definitely set him off to leave. “Hey, idiot what are you doing?! Ahh, alright j-just don’t mess it up… And don’t say that.”


Ruki - Ruki’s weak glare at your words says it all while he was reading a book. “Don’t make me have to punish you livestock, I’m just getting to the good part of this novel.”

Kou - Kou does not like for his hair to be played with but he can tolerate it, just don’t compare him to a child. “Hey Masokitty it’s best to not underestimate a pretty face.”

Yuma - Yuma would grunt at your words but would not move, his weak threats were still a little unnerving. “Don’t test me Sow, now move a little to front.”

Azusa - Azusa does not care about your words, he was in heaven as soon as your fingers started to comb through his locks.


Ted and Andromeda Tonks

I’m gonna marry the woman I love,
Down by the Wexford border.

anonymous asked:

How'd platonic companions(crushing on sole) react to fem!sole falling on them in a rather compromising position?😏

You’re saucy, anon!

Cait: The two would fall together, Sole’s head coming to rest on Cait’s chest. “Oi!” She’d snarl, immediately regretting the tone she had taken with Sole. She went silent and stiffened, feeling Sole nuzzle into her. “Yeah, just make yer’self comfortable, I guess.” She muttered softly, pouting. 

Curie: “Madame!” She would squeal, arms wrapped around Sole’s shoulders. Curie would giggle childishly, her face reddening. “You are alright, yes? You have sustained no injuries, have you mon cherie?” The synth gasped softly, half hoping that Sole didn’t quite catch what she had allowed to slip. 

Danse: The paladin’s burly arms immediately found their way around Sole, pulling her close to him. It was simply an involuntary reaction, he told himself. He had absolutely no interest in fraternizing with Sole. Both were lies. “Sole– I mean, soldier!” He stuttered, biting the inside of his cheek. “Are you alright?”

Deacon: “Man, I have the best view right now.” He teased, his goofy, red eyebrows raising. Without thinking, Deacon wrapped an arm around her waist. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip, his face beginning to take on a darker hue. He quickly withdrew his arm from around Sole and rose to his feet, clearing his throat. 

Hancock: “Woah there, Sunshine.” He grinned, looking up at Sole. “A ghoul could really get used to this.” Hancock purred, winking at the woman who hovered above him. Sole snorted, pushing herself up off of the flirtatious ghoul. “Oh man, it just keeps getting better!” He cackled, running a hand over the side of his face.  

MacCready: “Boss!” He sputtered, going completely rigid. “You can get up now, Sole.” The mercenary grumbled, turning his head to avoid Sole’s gaze. God this was embarrassing, he thought. However, it was pretty sweet to have Sole on top of him like this. MacCready complained, but he was most certainly enjoying this.

Nick: “Well, if that was a trust fall then I sure as hell didn’t catch you, kid.” He teased, adjusting his metallic chassis underneath Sole. If Nick could blush, he most certainly would be right now. “Now get off of me, will ya’? I think you busted somethin’.” Nick laughed softly, watching Sole rise. What a sight, he thought to himself. 

Piper: “Blue!” Piper yelped, her head hitting the ground much harder than the rest of her body had. Her arms came to rest around Sole’s waist as she grimaced in pain. “As much as I like the position I’m in right now, would you please help me up?” Even after Sole was standing and had helped her favorite reporter up, Piper’s arm remained around Sole’s waist.

Preston: As soon as the two realized they were on the floor, Preston broke out in laughter. Eventually, he calmed himself his gaze coming to meet with Sole’s. “General…” He said under his breath, coming to the realization that the two were closer than they had ever been before. “I uh, you’re okay right?” He stuttered, embarrassed. 

anonymous asked:

omg okay so would a good prompt be like Tater saving Kit Purrson from the tree and that's how he meets Kent. Also thank for writing I love your diction and just your style basically

(i luv u)


The sound of flip flops down the sidewalk.

“Kit, come back here you little motherfu-”

Up the tree. Damn it. Are you fucking serious.
Kent huffs as he raises his gaze to the tree his notorious cat is in. She’s sitting on the fifth highest branch, licking her paw with haughty satisfaction and narrowed, teasingly pleased eyes. “Haha!” She seems to say. “No bath for /this/ pretty kitty!”

Kent spends the better part of thirty minutes both trying to climb the tree and pleading with Kit. He’s just about to make another climbing attempt when he hears a deep voice from beside him. He glances over and realizes he has attracted an audience- a pretty good sized one too. But the owner of the voice, man. Does he ever stand out in a crowd. Tall, warm brown eyes, soft smile- definitely the kind of dude Kent likes in a man.

“Hello?” The guy waves a hand in front of Kent’s face, and Kent blinks a few times and shakes his head. “Uh, what? Sorry, I was… yeah. What?”
Brown Eyes laughs and shields his eyes from the setting sun. “I said, let me help. Cats love me, I’m get her down.” He starts climbing without missing a beat, and Kent raises his hand in protest to grab the dude’s shorts. “Uh- y'know, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Kit hates other people and I don’t want her to hurt y-”

Brown Eyes is already climbing back down, Kit purring under his arm. Kent gapes, and an older woman by the name of Dorris (she’s Kent’s neighbor across the street) whistles. “Alexei Mashkov, ever the hero aren’t you?” She crows, and the guy- who Kent now knows is named Alexei- smiles bashfully as he hands Kit over to Kent. “Am no hero. Just don’t like to see pretty face in distress.” He winks, and Dorris whistles again. “Go on honey!” She hollers at Kent, and the rest of the crowd laughs. “Kiss that boy! Give him your phone number! Somethin’!”

Kent turns, red-faced, and right as he and Alexei’s lips are about to touch…

His alarm starts going off.


Was that seriously all a dream? For fuck’s sake.

Kit meows as she pads across the bed, and right as Kent is about to call out for her, another voice stops him, and the familiarity of it settles the uneasy weight in Kent’s chest.

“Too early, furry baby,” Alexei says, sleep rough and yawning. “Go back to sleep, let your papa get more rest.”

He doesn’t seem to know that Kent is awake. Kent closes his eyes again and lets out a small breath. The absurdity of his dream almost makes him chuckle. Imagine that, he muses to himself as he drifts back into the dark warmth of sleep. A universe where he didn’t know his own husband. Impossible.

Love Stinks

Title : Love Stinks (Part One)

Pairing : TBD

Word Count : 2,443

Prompt : It’s Valentines Day and a local joint has left you and the boys suspicious of Cupid. However, maybe showing up to the party to keep the couples out of love was a bad plan in the first place. When you run into an old frienemy at the bar, you are stuck with two Winchesters who may or may not have been caught in the midst of a dangerous love potion. All is fair in love and war. (Not my gif) 

“I just don’t know what the trouble is in the first place.” You snorted with a contempt grin before you started to add a layer of dark crimson color to your lips. “Why is it suddenly a bad thing that people are falling in love?”

“The trouble is we aren’t even sure these matches are meant to have happened.” You rolled your eyes and looked over your shoulder in the mirror to where Castiel sat on the edge of the motel bed, his blue eyes narrowed and fixed pointedly out the window. “Heaven seems to be perturbed by the sudden romantic relationships being sown in this town. My best guess is a rogue cherub.”

You let out a sigh and started applying mascara to your eyelashes, making a funny face as you spoke. “Well, as long as people aren’t eating each other to death, it sounds harmless to me.”

“Love is anything but harmless.” Cas grumbled, folding his hands in his lap. “If a cupid is rebelling then he will likely cause serious emotional and mental damage to any of the people he marks. Human souls are not capable of withstanding multiple profound relations. If a cupid marks more than one person with someone who is already paired off, we could be facing something much worse than those violent outbreaks.”

“Oh, come on, Cas.” You smirked. “You honestly think that those two bar fights were the result of a cupid malfunction? Valentine’s Day is like this every year.”

“Better to be safe than sorry.” You turned at the sound of the motel restroom door being opened as Sam stepped out, fixing his tie. You smiled. Sam cleaned up nice. He looked over to you and his lips pulled into a sweet smile. “You look nice.”

“Yeah, well don’t get used to it. I only get dressed up for people I want to impress.”

“Well what about us?” Dean shouted from the bathroom as he shaved his jaw, shooting you a flirty look in the mirror.

“I don’t care what you think, Winchester.” You smirked. “If you boys can’t handle me covered in blood and gun-powder you definitely don’t deserve me in a cocktail dress.”

“Mmm.” Dean stepped out of the bathroom, wiping off his face with his eyes narrowed in mock seduction. “I don’t know which version of you is sexier.”

“Shut up.” You gave him a playful push as he moved past you to find his tie. You paused as he chuckled and looked at yourself in the mirror. Simple black dress, black heels, curled hair, you had to admit, you looked pretty okay. I mean, you weren’t Megan Fox by a long shot, but you actually felt pretty confident in the get-up. Plus you were going to be escorted into the party by three god-like men in suits. You didn’t have to really worry about freaks messing with you at the party, you were fairly confident. Even though you and the team had no romantic relations whatsoever, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t look incredibly off-limits with a six foot five giant like Sam on one arm and a suave, womanizer like Dean on the other. And of course, with Cas shooting daggers with his eyes at anyone who approached you, you were fairly confident that cupid wouldn’t mess with you. After all, you were the best hunters in the business.  

You checked out your ass, before you ran a hand down your back side, making sure the dress laid flat. You narrowed your eyes at your reflection before you breathed in to make your stomach shrink before you asked. “When was the last time we actually went to a party like this anyway?”

“Are we counting the time we almost died at that Halloween party those high schoolers through in the basement of the morgue?” You narrowed your eyes thoughtfully at Sam’s sarcastic question as Dean laughed beside his brother, tying his shoe.

“No. Near death experiences don’t count.”

“So we can’t count that wedding we crashed either?” Dean chuckled and you threw your hairbrush at him with a laugh. Dean flinched and laughed louder as Sam rolled his eyes and you put your hands on your hips heatedly.

“So…never?” Dean finished before he turned to Cas to help him straighten out his tie. Cas sat still, his eyes narrowed in thoughtful silence as Dean slapped his chest roughly when he finished, giving the angel a thumbs up. “So this should be fun.”

Cas blinked, and cocked his head to one side. “What is fun about hunting down a rogue cherub?”

You sighed and Sam closed his eyes with a hopeless laugh.

“Nothing.” Dean hauled him up by the arm and lifted the flyer off the table, holding it up to Castiel’s blue gaze. “But you know what is fun? A room full of emotional, unattached women at a Valentine’s Day dance.”

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Solas turned his stare from the window to the Inquisitor as she entered, and it stayed there as she spoke. He watched her push off the wall and, as she poked at the fireplace, he smiled a little. “And the view is enough to stave over your homesickness, Inquisitor?” he quipped, turning his face back to the window. His eyes, though, remained on the young woman.

“Oh, and more.” She purred. This was a comfortable little ‘game’ they played, but she played to win. The Inquisitor moved to his chair, hitching a leg and a little bit of bottom, onto the arm of it. “What were you reading before the window enraptured you so?”

A sketch commission for @lehavashadowsun of her hottie mchotpants Inquisitor Lavanya Trevelyan being a wicked tease! 

anonymous asked:

Did WaitingGame!Lacey ever see someone flirting with an oblivious Gold?

Lacey shoved open the door to the reception of Gold’s offices, noting that Ariel was away from her desk.  She could hear the sound of voices coming from the corridor that led to the lawyers’ offices, the low buzz of Gold’s voice and a higher, drawling tone.  A woman.  Gold had mentioned that he had to see a client before their lunch date, so that must be her.  His lip had curled when he said it, which made Lacey think that he didn’t much care for this particular client, but to his credit he rarely bad-mouthed those he didn’t like.

She sighed, rubbing her back and pacing.  At six months along, she was very visibly pregnant, her belly curving outwards in the little dress she wore.  She had swapped her usual high heels for chunky boots, and she felt the size of a whale, but Gold seemed to find the changes in her body irresistible, which had led to yet more embarrassing moments with Neal seeing something he shouldn’t.  His fault for walking into his father’s office without knocking, in Lacey’s opinion.  Ariel had learned that lesson very quickly.

She tapped her foot impatiently, willing the client to hurry the hell up and leave, so they could go to Granny’s for a burger.  The door handle turned slowly, the door opening.

“It really was an incredible performance,” the woman purred, her back to Lacey.  She had long, reddish-blonde hair and was dressed in a tight green dress with a stupid fucking hat perched on top of her head.

“It was a simple matter of a strongly-worded letter, Miss Green.”  Gold’s voice sounded bland and uninterested.  His business voice, when he didn’t give a shit about the client.  Lacey had learned to recognise it.

“Still, you got the result I wanted,” she said.  “And very quickly, too.  Are you as talented at - everything - you do?”

Now wait just a fucking minute! thought Lacey, putting her hands on her hips.

If you’re looking for legal advice, I’m the best around,” said Gold calmly.  “If you want me to hotwire a car, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Miss Green let out a tinkling laugh that set Lacey’s teeth on edge.

“I was thinking of something more enjoyable, actually,” she said.  “What about lunch?  My treat?  We could celebrate the outcome.”

“I’m afraid I have a date,” said Gold, his voice still calm.  He caught Lacey’s eye over Miss Green’s shoulder, and she raised a brow, causing a slight flattening of his mouth.  Boy, did he not like that woman!  It made her grin.

“Dinner then,” suggested Miss Green, who clearly couldn’t take fucking no for an answer.  “I’m sure there’s a lot we could teach one another.”

“Hey!” snapped Lacey, and the woman turned, looking at her for the first time.

Miss Green ran her eyes slowly up and down Lacey’s form, her lip curling.

“Excuse me, dear,” she said dismissively.  “Whatever repulsive alimony case you have ongoing will have to wait.”

“Your case is completed,” said Gold stiffly.  “I’ll have my assistant send you an invoice.  Now I have to take my girlfriend to lunch.  Pregnancy makes her hungry.”

“Yeah, and for way more than food,” put in Lacey, smirking.  “You can close up this afternoon, Gold, know what I’m saying?”

Miss Green’s mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out, and Lacey smirked at her.  Bitch.  Gold was trying to hide his grin, somewhat unsuccessfully.

Would you excuse us?” he said mildly, and held out his arm to Lacey.


“My agent~” purred Meira. This woman, Tora apparently called her boyfriend like this, those gossipmonger troopers talked about it in the common room. Meira did what she did thousand times already, seducing a man was so easy as taking a breath, and now this man was already in love with the woman she impersonated so all she had to do was getting close and initiate things between them and wait for the perfect opportunity… Little she knew this won’t be as simple as usual… 

No, Tora never called Kallus ‘my agent’ xD Only the boys made this up. And this is why Meira hates to impersonate people during her assassin jobs, it is always a risky business… 

The King of Jealousy

(gif belongs to @of-badges-and-guns)

Title: The King of Jealousy

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,014

Warnings: none?

A/N: I was gonna save this for Friday, but I was easily convinced to post it now. Tonight is a new episode of NOLA and I am PUMPED! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 This was requested by an Anon: Pride x Reader oneshot where Pride is jealous bc someone is flirting with the reader

Dwayne Pride’s friend, Jethro, was famous for his rules.  Pride on the other hand, didn’t have any rules.  Jethro would have scolded Pride for dating you.  He couldn’t help the feelings he had for you.  He loved you.  There was no way he was going to stand by as someone else had the chance to sweep you off of your feet.  He never regretted the day he made you his.

The hardest thing about being with you in this line of work, was the suspects and the random people you had to deal with.  Pride always tried to be in the interrogation room with you whenever it was possible.  Suspects often tried to sweet talk you and that made Dwayne’s blood boil.

The agent watched through the glass as you and LaSalle sat the perp down in a chair.  He had to admit, he did like watching you during interrogations.  You were great at getting under people’s skin.  

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Christmas Party

so basically i found this on twomblyed ‘s wishlist when i was stalking it (oops) and thought it was super cute so yeah it’s long and it sucks but i hope someone enjoys it at least lol

[prompt: a “you’re my best friend but please be my fake boyfriend for my family Christmas party you’ll get free food and we’ll be at a nice cabin but my family always asks why I don’t have a boyfriend and I need this from you shit we slept together this is awkward” au]

Ever since the summer and school year had passed and the former ‘Team Lyle’ finally began working at the eminent Googleplex, the bond between the anterior teammates grew adament. Neha and (Y/N) became good friends who could come to each other about anything, even though most of the time their issues were fashion related. Nick and Billy became paternal models in (Y/N)’s life at Google, giving experienced advice and pick-ups when she was down. Yo-Yo and Lyle weren’t as close as the others, but (Y/N) still enjoyed hanging out with them and canvass work-related matters with them.

Then there was Stuart.

Stuart, who at the beginning of it all had his life revolving around what was materializing on his phone, came to be (Y/N)’s best friend and vice versa. If either of them was feeling down, upset, or even just bored, they could call each other up and talk for hours. (Y/N) couldn’t deny having some sort of romantic feeling for her best friend, but chose to detain that information because she knew her feelings were a dead end.

Christmas time was rolling around, and the office building was adorned top-to-bottom with red and green decorations. Creative drawings of notable holiday characters and objects like Santa Claus and Christmas trees were lined down the walls in glass frames. A long playlist of all the Christmas songs you could think of (and then some) played 24/7.

Stuart, who chose to stay in California for Christmas, had planned on staying in his apartment, maybe catching a few drinks with friends at night when all the parties ended. Nothing big. (Y/N), on the other hand, whose family roots were planted just a few miles from her worksite, had the annual family party to dreadfully attend. And she was not looking forward to it.

Every year it was the same routine; she’d show up with a tote bag of gifts. Her Aunt Carol would hug her and ask her where her boyfriend was, which (Y/N) would respond to with the aforesaid 'I don’t have one’. Then she’d go to the family room, greet her family, and watch TV while being pestered with questions about school or work. After opening presents, she’d fight with her mom on what size clothes she wears and would leave shortly after. She was tired of it.

It was Christmas morning - 8:39, to be exact. Her red dress hung in a clear garment bag on the bathroom door behind her. Makeup was spilled all over her counter and she had yet to paint her nails.

If only I could find a god-damn boyfriend.” She mumbled to herself as she rolled and secured curlers in her hair. “Or at least a pretend one.”

Interrupting her from her internal thoughts, her phone buzzed with the cue of a text message on her countertop. Pinning up the last of her hair curlers, she picked up her phone to view a new text message from Stuart.

'Merry Christmas! Hope yours is better than mine’

The girl chuckled out loud at her best friend’s message, and typed a reply.

'Merry Christmas to you too! and why do you say that? Santa forgot to stop by?’

She got a reply moments later.

'Ha ha. I’m staying home all day watching the Christmas movie marathon if you’d like to join.’

(Y/N) smiled sympathetically at her phone. As she was about to type a quick response, her thought from earlier struck her mind again. If only she could find a boyfriend.. or a fake one.

Eyes widening in realization, she erased her previous message and typed a new one.


She tapped her foot impatiently, eyeing the clock to keep track of time so she could take the hair curlers out at the right time. Her phone sat on her counter surrounded by all the sprawled out makeup. A minute later, her ringtone sang, gesturing a phone call, as Stuart’s name and embarrassing profile picture displayed across her screen. Taking a deep breath, she accepted the call.

“Hi! Hey, Stuart, hi, merry Christmas.” She rushed out, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Merry Christmas. You sound pressed, what’s up?”

“Okay, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but just hear me out, all right?”


“Okay, so I’ve told you about my family Christmas party, right? The one at my Aunt Carol’s?”

“You’ve mentioned it and its reoccuring dreadfulness, yes,”

“So that’s today, you know, it’s Christmas and all.” She rambled. “I-I, you’re gonna think I’m insane..”

“Just say it! We’re best friends, I’ve seen you at rock bottom. But if you’re talking about committing a crime I should probably call the cops-”

“No! Stew,” She laughed. “You’re my best friend but since you don’t have plans, please be my fake boyfriend for my family Christmas party, you’ll get free food and drinks, and we’ll be at a nice house for a few hours and everything and we won’t even have to keep up the act for long. But my family always asks why I don’t have a boyfriend and I need this, please.”

Stuart took his friend’s words into thought. Fake boyfriend? His heart skipped as he imagined pretending to be (Y/N)’s significant other. Even though their friendship was unspokenly platonic, he couldn’t help but feel attracted towards his best friend. 


“And remember you owe me for what you did on Halloween!”

After a moment of radio silence, he spoke up. “Fine. When, what do I wear?”

(Y/N) squealed into the phone. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” She exclaimed. “Be at my apartment at 9:30, dress nice but not that nice. Maybe a button down with a tie and some Chinos or something like that.”

“See you at 9:30, fake girlfriend.” (Y/N) could practically hear his smirk through the phone.

After a long process of makeup, hair, and nail care, (Y/N) had slipped her dress on and was putting the last touches on her appearance when the familar three-syllable knock sounded from her door. Prancing in her heels, (Y/N) opened the door to reveal Stuart, clad in a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a red tie, and a pair of beige Chinos with black shoes. His hair and glasses were worn in his usual style. He glanced down at your outfit and widened his eyes.

“Wow, you look great.” He said, and unconsciencely licked his lips.

“Thank you, you look great, too.” She complimented. “Let me go grab my purse and the gifts, and then I should be ready.”

After running to grab her belongings, she met her pretend-date back at the door. “Shall we?”

(Y/N) drove them both in her own car. “It’ll be about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

Stuart nodded. “So I’m going to need some backstory.”

(Y/N) scrunched her face while keeping her eyes on the road. “Backstory?”

“Yeah!” Stuart proclaimed. “Like, how we met, anniversary stuff, how long we’ve been going out, stuff like that.”

“I’m hurt that you don’t remember.” (Y/N) joked. Stuart frowned at her. “No, but, uhm.. well, let’s say we met at Google. The Internship Program. That part is actually true.”

“Got it.”

“We’ve been going out for like, say, six months? Our sixth month anniversary was last week?”

“Works for me.” He agreed. “What about Christmas? What did we get each other?”

“Well, what do you want to pretend to have me give you?”

“I’ll go with a watch. And for you?”

“Jewelry. Necklace.”

“Gotcha.” Stuart said. “Are we in love?”

“I don’t know, are we?” (Y/N) bantered. “Kidding.”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Stuart said sarcastically.

“Ha, ha.” (Y/N) retorted. “And, by the way, my family’s weird, rude, and incredibly passive aggressive. If they ask you weird questions just answer as sanely as you can.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Pulling into the driveway of her Aunt’s unnecessarily huge house, (Y/N)’s heart thumped at the speed of light. Not only was she worried about people finding out that she was lying, but she was also afraid of her family in general. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her car and extracted her things while Stuart walked to her side.

“You ready?” Stuart asked her as they made their way to the front door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Stuart, being the pretend gentleman he was, reached and opened the door before (Y/N) could even retaliate. “My lady.” He said with a smirk. (Y/N) glared back with a smile.

At the moment of her entrance, her Aunt Carol came barrelling towards her niece. “(Y/N)! Darling! How are you?” She questioned her niece loudly as she enclosed her in a hug.

“I’m do-”

“Is this your boyfriend? Have you got a boyfriend?” She asked, eyeing Stuart behind her.

“Yes, Aunt Carol this is Stuart.”

“It’s nice to meet you, ma'am.” He said, holding out his hand for the old woman to shake.

“What a gentleman,” Aunt Carol purred, and turned to her niece. “Let’s get you to the family room. You need some meat in some places.”

Trying not to be offended, (Y/N) led Stuart through the large house and to the family room, where the rest of her family was seated, conversating in random spots. Before (Y/N) could say anything to any of her relatives, her Aunt Carol beat her to it.

“Attention! Attention everyone!” Her Aunt called out to everyone in her sickly-sweet singsong voice. “(Y/N) here brought a boyfriend!” (Y/N) and Stuart both blushed, trying to make themselves as small as possible. Her family gave a small ovation before going back to their conversations. Aunt Carol, who somehow always finds a way to meddle into people’s business, made busy elsewhere, much to the pair’s relief.

“You want something to eat? Drink?” (Y/N) asked. Stuart shook his head. “Okay, let’s just sit down somewhere where we won’t have to talk.”

But, that method didn’t go as well as intentioned. Soon, a handful of (Y/N)’s relatives surrounded the pair, making them uncomfortable.

“So, Stuart, is it? How did you two meet?” Aunt May spoke up.

Stuart cleared his throat. “Well, we, uh, we both were enrolled in the Google Internship Program and worked together there, and now we both work at Google, so, yeah.”

(Y/N) squeezed his hand, sensing his socially-awkward semblance. Her aunts aw’d.

“Do you two live together?” Her aunt asked. (Y/N) sucked in a breath - they hadn’t rehearsed anything for that question.  

“Yes,” Stuart blurted. “We have an apartment near the Googleplex.”

(Y/N) smiled at her relatives before turning to her counterfeit partner. “How about we go visit with my cousins?” She asked, and tugged his hand after smiling sweetly at her aunts.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) gushed once they were out of sight.

“It’s okay. It’s normal for family to be nosy about this stuff.”

(Y/N) showed a small smile to thank him for understanding before leading him into the kitchen. More of (Y/N)’s relatives were scattered around the room, and Stuart wondered how the hell she had so many family members.

After three agonizing hours of sitting, eating, talking, and opening gifts, that may or may not have been regifted, it was finally time for Stuart and (Y/N) to get the hell out of there.  Right as the pair was leaving, Aunt Carol called out to the two.

“Wait!” She yelled, hobbling after you. “I have something for the two of you!”

(Y/N) and Stuart looked at each other skeptically before approaching the elder aunt. Aunt Carol had a knowing smirk on her face and her arm was tucked behind her back, obviously hiding the surprise. They were in front of the whole family now, and everyone watched in suspense. She yanked her arm out from behind her and (Y/N) and Stuart’s eyes widened and mouths dropped. Held out by Aunt Carol was a medium sized mistletoe on a string.

“Rules are rules, lovebugs!”

Stuart’s breathing got heavier. Was he really going to kiss this girl who had friendzoned him, but he still liked her anyways? He turned to face her. She shot him an “I’m so sorry” look, but he just showed a small side smile.

“Please don’t hate me for this.” He whispered into (Y/N)’s ear before placing a hand on the back of her head and kissing her vigorously.

part two yes or no??? hope you liked it !!

Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Part seven! Finally some progress between Reader and Sam. Still fairly delusional in some aspects, but they’re going to figure it out. ;) Hope you all enjoy!

Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

@captain-princess-rose @bookishdorito @supernatural508 @faegal04 @kelincihutan @1967-wayward

Warnings: Sexual Innuendos, Quite a bit of violence, Make out session (Finally!)

Word Count: Roughly 3930

You’d moved on as if that night had never happened. As if Sam hadn’t seen your sensitive state. Your composure completely back in place. You hadn’t come back to the room in the middle of the night again, either. The only proof he’d found to know that it had ever happened was a muttered thank you, a light squeeze of his bicep, and a small- shy- smile before you’d moved on. He would have thought he’d imagined it all- including your thanks- if it wasn’t for the way Dean hovered over you. Determined to be there whenever you needed him.

You simply brushed it off. Throwing yourself into the hunt. You’d been the one who located the nest. Figured out that it was a group of females that only fed on males- bringing a whole new meaning to the words ‘man eater’. The one who had identified how many members there were. You were always three steps ahead of him when it came to the case.

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Wolves and Witches (Part 14)

A/N: Sorry I didn’t upload this on Friday, I was busy with Homework :) I hope you enjoy it though:)

Description : It was pack tradition that if you were destined to be with someone you would be taken to them four weeks after birth. True Mates were taken very seriously in the pack and if you had one the oracle would tell the Mother who and where to find them. That is how I found myself outside an Omega Woman’s house while it was pouring down.

I hoped she liked me.

Pairing : Castiel x Reader

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Warnings : Uhh I don’t think there are none, mentions of past death may be one and there is a rude woman in a supermarket but other than that it’s just a nice little chapter :)

Word Count : 3263

Other Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13Part 15

Tagging:@themajestictimelord,@deaththekidwantsyou,@aingealmilis,@sortaathief,@winchestermogernsternholmes, @winchesterforever12, @d4rzill4, @dr-dean,@inumorph @that-one-awkward-teen, @evyiione, @spn-mudkip,@fandomsneverdie14

It had been two weeks since Castiel and I had mated and the cover council, as I liked to call them, had requested I stop using him as my Familiar because of our relationship. I did however have to point out I didn’t want someone else living in my house with me as my Familiar and neither did Castiel. He was territorial at the best of times, he didn’t need another person in the house butting in. The council had insisted so there I was feeling sick to the stomach while practically screaming at the council about how they’re a load of prejudice dicks. 

When I finished my rant they were going to argue but I had to rush out and puke my breakfast up. I had been doing that a lot lately and it was worrying. It didn’t matter what time of day either, I’d just get randomly ill at different times of the day. 

When I came back the head of the council asked “Are you feeling alright?”

“I haven’t felt right in about a week now and you’re making it worse by insisting I have someone else living with me. You realise it’s not against the rules to have a Familiar who you have a romantic relationship with. Just because it doesn’t set the best example doesn’t mean I’m going to go along with what you say. You may of ruled over my Mother but I am not her and I do not let anyone order me around. Castiel will continue being my Familiar and he will also be registered as my Mate. I don’t care if the Witches get a bad example. They used to hate me so I doubt they’d follow me blindly anyway. Now if this meeting is concluded I want to leave so I can go and get some ice cream” I replied determinedly.

The head of the council sighed and said “We cannot allow it Y/n. Castiel is either your Mate or your Familiar, not both! If you do not correct this mistake then we will have but no choice but to disband you from the order.”

My eyes flashed purple and I growled “You aren’t even fucking Witches! You’re a bunch of old men that like to think they can control the magical beings of this world! Well let me explain something to you! If you try to take me out of the order, the Witches in the order will rise up and you will upset the treaty and those witches will take on the government and trust me when I say they are not all goody two shoes Witches like I am. Half of them are traditionalists and my family have been in charge of this order for generations, they will be the first to rise up and they will go back to the old ways. They like having my family in control and they do not like ponsy people without magic bossing us around. Not even hunters will be able to help you. So you are going to shut your fucking mouths and let me run the order how I want! This council is not to interfere with how I run things or how I present myself! You are just the pretty boys and girls on the front page to show the government we have it under control!”

The security guards went to attack me as my eyes were glowed but Nature stopped them in their tracks. The head of the council swallowed thickly realising just how powerful I was and said “V-Very well.”

I smiled and replied “Good, we understand each other. Now get out of my order and do not come here again!" 

I waved goodbye as the Order’s security showed them out and fell into my chair with a groan. Castiel came back into the room and the cuffs on him disappeared. Why they were going to arrest him I don’t know because it wasn’t even a law that he couldn’t be both my Mate and Familiar. 

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Overwatch Roommates AU: Coexisting (1/3)

Modern Roommates Au inspired by this post By @madame-lacroix

Featuring Gabriel Reyes and Amelie Lacroix.  

Hints of Reaper76, mainly WidowTracer.

Part 2 ->
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“Ah…Mama…si….si pero uno momento…ay Ame!”

Amelie barely had time to drop the stack of books in her hands to catch the phone that was hurled at her from across the room, she hissed as some of the said books landed on her foot but she caught it and promptly flipped her new roommate off as he laughed and smooched at her.

Phone in hand, she cleared her throat and put on her thickest accent in her sweetest voice,”Bonjour Madam Reyes~”

Gabriel rolled his eyes into the sun as his mother on the other end of the phone squealed with joy,”Mija! Mi corezon it’s so good to hear your voice again”

Pushing aside the pile of clothes she was supposed to put away from the small couch, she flopped into it, readjusting the cell phone from one side to the other, deeming it now as break time.

“Good to hear you too, I’ve missed you”

“Ame’ I heard what happened. I’m so sorry are you alright?”

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Defending the Crown


“Why hello madam.” Betty purred as she stepped towards the woman and looked at her up and down 

“Are you my fiance’s chamber maid..” Betty purred with a little smile, it was strange as Betty had thought that she had met all of her husband’s servants but she assumed this one was in training 

“I am sorry if he is indecent, he is not a kind man.”  She told the woman sadly as she looked at the ground 

“Might I learn your name, it is rare to see another woman on castle grounds.”

Betty thought the woman was attractive, she just got a little but of a strange vibe off of her and she was not sure as to why, she wanted to learn, she could not let any more corruption come to the kingdom. 

scribesinkwell  asked:

"Hmm~ Such a lovely bunch of fatties we have here." A raven haired, gothic looking woman purred out at the group. She wore a black, low cut t-shirt, showing off her large bust and a short purple skirt that clung to her hips and butt. "So easy on! Those rolls on rolls and those soft curves that feel like putty in one's hands~ Oooo they are simply to die for." She gushed over the girls, her hands on her slightly flushed cheeks.

“uuuuhm” Haru and Chihaya looked on, the two skinny girls confused as to why the woman fondled Ohya and Kawakami. Ohya was getting over a pretty nasty hangover, just groaning as she was fondled. Kawakami did her best to smack the hand away “Hey, unless you’re paying then hands off!

litharinia  asked:

😍 - Eiza Gonzalez

((Answering this one for Morrigan, @morrigan-bloodthistle ))

“Lovely woman…” she all but purred, eyeing the photo as she reclined on her couch. “She has trouble and mischief written all over that pretty face of hers. I get the impression she and I would get along quite well…” Morrigan’s dark purple stained lips curved as wicked ideas began to form in her mind. “Though if she sticks that tongue out around me, I won’t be responsible for my actions…” 

((Thank you for the submission @litharinia! Hope you like version 2 of the prompt!))

thecelestialchibi1  asked:

Babe ~ {Syndra}

Send me “babe” if you would date me.

Hmm?” The sovereign turned to look over woman. “Ah, The last Lunari.” Syndra purred as she thought for a moment. “Though normally I wouldn’t pay any attention to a commoner confessing such a thing to me. You, However, earned a different reaction from me. Someone of your stature interests me, perhaps not a love interest, but an interest nevertheless.” Well, at least not a love interest at this time. Syndra chuckled at the thought. Perhaps she’d oversee this woman a bit longer, and see what she has to offer.