she's just a little ball of fluff

phuonguyennn  asked:

i follow you on insta and im such a fan of indi!! like!! oh!! my!! gosh!! do tell more abt her im all heart eyes over her

Oh my gosh YES. You don’t have to ask me twice! (bonus puppy pictures included)

She’s named after Indiana Jones, obvs. She’s 5 years old. She’s one of the great loves of my life. Apparently she’s a cocker spaniel but she’s so much like a miniature Golden Retriever it’s ridiculous. She’s SO smart, she has the basics down but I know she’s sharp as a tack. She’s incredibly cheeky and likes to back chat me all the time. She grumbles a lot. We have many conversations. She’s fierce and full of beans. She’s always off at day care whilst I’m working and loves her walkers (and also enjoys taking her toys with her - it’s the retriever in her). Everyone who meets her falls in love with her too. She’s loves stealing shoes and the mail - mostly because she just likes to strut around holding them. Beware your socks though, she will destroy them. My house is a sock graveyard. 

And above all else she is the snuggliest little ball of fluff and love, and I love her with all my black heart <3  

Hey, Kitty

Summary: The Winchesters get a surprise back at the bunker after a run in with a witch

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: one bad language word,  so much cute and fluff

Dean honestly though the witch was bluffing when she mumbled something about ‘changing his soulmate’.

“There’s no such thing as soul mates,” Dean had retorted bluntly just before he shot a bullet into her chest, watching her lifeless body fall to the ground and the safe thought of her not causing any more deaths in the town overcame any more thoughts about the threat she had made.

Him and Sam packed up pretty soon after burning the body, Dean was eager to get back to the bunker and see Y/N. He knew she’d be mad at him for not letting her on this hunt, but she was still recovering from an injury a wendigo had given her from last time.

Of course, he didn’t realise the witch was true to her promise until they got back to the bunker.

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anonymous asked:

In the werewolf Inquisitor but instead of a giant wolf, they turn into a white puffball Pomeranian (like that one popular post), but they can command and lead whole wolfpacks through force of will. Reactions?

Cassandra: She stares, numbly, before turning on her heel and walking away. “We are not discussing this. This is ridiculous.” she grumbles, and never questions them when they walk off on full moons ever again. She’s not even mad, just exasperated.

Blackwall: He starts wheezing, he’s laughing so hard. He smiles apologetically after he pulls himself together and reassures them that their secret is more than safe with him. “Who would ever believe that you turn into a–” He starts laughing again.

Iron Bull: He gives away his hiding spot from where he was spying on them because he loses his shit. Against his will, he only laughs harder as the werewolf barks and complains at him for his reaction, and he tries settling them with pats on the head. “Aww, settle down there, fluff-ball, your secret’s safe with me,” he snickers, “besides, it’s hilarious and you know it.”

Sera: She’s in utter hysterics over it. Forget the original post where she avoids them initially; she’s too busy laughing her ass off. “Oh, Maker, help me; I can’t breathe!” she howls as the little puffball Pomeranian barks and whines at her, and she kicks her legs in the air as she lays down, heaving for breath as tears slip from her eyes. She gets banned from following them (except in romance) on full moons because she just starts laughing every time.

Varric: He laughs for a long time, then promises to not tell anyone. “Who would believe me, anyways? How did this even happen to you? You have to tell me.” He wants all the details, much to the Herald’s chagrin.

Cole: He asks if he can pick them up and show them to guests at Skyhold. “They are cute, and people like fluff. It’s soothing to hold and touch. You can help people!”

Dorian: He didn’t mean to laugh, but he can’t help himself. “I’m a monster!” the Herald protests. “Aren’t you afraid? I can control wolf packs and everything!” It only makes him laugh harder. He apologizes, though the smile doesn’t fade from his face for a long while.

Solas: He cracks a smile at them and chuckles a little before forcing himself to reassure them that he will keep quiet. “Truly, what a beast you become under the influence of the moons.” he teases.

Vivienne: She sighs, deeply, and sets to work on a cure whether or not the Herald wants one as she ignores the others’ laughter.

Josephine: “You’re SO cute!” she squeals as she picks them up in delight. “If this was what lycanthropy was for everyone afflicted, it would hardly be a problem.” She does ensure it’s kept a secret, but she can’t help but think they’re just adorable.

Leliana: She can’t prevent the snort that escapes her as she covers her mouth, fighting back the laughter that wants to erupt. She can’t bring herself to speak for several minutes as she fights it. So this is why they left Haven on a full moon. They bark and whine at her in protest, and she smiles. “Enjoy your evening. Keep the wolves nearby so you don’t get attacked by anything larger than you.”

Cullen: He just turns around and goes back to work without a comment. He feels a headache coming on.

Monsta X when they send you to buy groceries but you come home with a puppy instead

Requested by annonie~~



At first, he would be to surprised to say anything, giving you a “WTFareyoudoing” expression. After that, he would probably burst out into laughter.

“(Y/N), that’s a strange kind of vegetable you have there. Should we name it tomato?”

Originally posted by kihqun



Would be more excited than you. As soon as he saw the dog, he would fall in love with it, totally ignoring the fact that there wasn’t any food. Minhyuk would be going out buying stuff for the puppy later anyways, so he could buy the groceries then.

“Ah, your ba- WOAH who are you, little doggy? Come here~~”

(The baby is the dog)

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx



All he wanted to do was sleep and after that prepare dinner with you. So why in the world was there a little dog jumping around on him?

At first he would be a little jealous of the dog, since you totally gave the puppy more Attention than him. He would get used to it tho and start to really like the little fluff ball. Just keep it away from him when he wants to sleep!

Originally posted by wonhontology



The last thing he expected when opening the door was a puppy sprinting into the house. He would be quite confused, his eyes wandering to the dog, to you, to the dog, back to you… But in the end he would be fine with it as long as you took care of it, since he already has 6 puppies to watch over.

“Alright, so… you got a puppy. Fine. I guess I’ll just order some food. Jagi, are you even listening?”

Originally posted by garisanee



Nice. He was waiting for you with a special surprise which was a puppy, and you came home with…a puppy? He would totally love it, no question, he would probably try to impress it with his aegyo. However, know the two of you had to deal with double cuteness and double trouble.

“Supri- What?! You got a puppy too? *speechless*

(again just imagine the puppy is the baby)

Originally posted by kihn


Badass, fire spitting rapper? Nope, at least not know. He would totally turn into a happy little fluff ball when seeing the puppy. Actually, he would be the one coming home with the puppy when you sended him to get you some groceries.

"Eum Changkyun, I said potatoes not puppies!”

“Oh come on (Y/N), she basically asked me to take her with me. Don’t you think she’s cute?”

“Yeah, she’s adorable!”

“See? That’s what I thought.”

Originally posted by changkyuh


At first, he would be speechless. He knew you loved cute pets, but wasn’t that a little bit much? After all he was looking forward to some ramen. As long as you were happy, he would be too, but he would get jealous quite fast.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry that I don’t have fur and chase after frisbees, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want cuddles and food…”

After one month or so, the puppy would have melted his heart and you would be the one jealous

At first:

Originally posted by garisanee


Originally posted by daehyeons


Thanks to the anonnie who requested this, I hope you guys liked my first ever Monsta X reaction~~

Thanks for reading!

killerfangirl3  asked:

Anxiety secretly picks up strays and takes care of them in his room. One day Morality goes to call Anxiety for dinner and when he doesn't get a response he finds Anxiety under a pile of animals that he has adopted.

.tw: cats

Sorry if this is bad im tired and i havent really focused on it as much as i should.

Thanks to @analogically-prinxiety for helping with the ideas and the cat name “nix”

“It’s time for supper!!” Morality called out. He had called out twice before but he knew by now that they never responded until after the third call.

“sheesh Morality, we’re here now!” Roman sighed.

Morality smiled and walked up to the dishwasher where he pulled out Anxietys special plate.
He noticed that Anxiety had been distancing himself more than usual so he got the special plates all ready for Anxiety. He knew Anxiety felt self conscious about eating in front of the others so he sometimes brought the food to him but he wanted to give Anxiety his special plate. They only used this plate on special occasions or when they needed cheering up.

He was humming some sort of tune as he walked towards Anxietys room. He knocked two times before walking in, not prepared for the sight he saw.

Anxiety was laying in bed with a panicked look on his face. He had two cats on top of him, one fluffy cat that was orange and white under their chin and another cat that was fully black. Anxiety was at loss for words as the orange cat got off him and came towards Patton.

“Wait I can explain!”

“Kittens!!” Patton squealed and went forward to cuddle the orange cat that came right up to him, settinf the plate on the deak besides the door.

There was also a fluffy white cat racing around the room being followed by another black cat. There were two more cats, a grey cat with white fur at the front, sitting on Anxietys bed, watching Patton and another orange cat that was laying besides anxietys leg.

“You… you like cats?” Anxiety asked, unsure of what to say.

“I love all animals! I prefer dogs because they’re more energetic, but- aww look at him!!!” Morality cooed at the fluffy cat as it started purring, “aww he likes me!”

“He’s a she actually, but why dogs? They’re big balls who bark a lot, at least cats only meow to talk to humans, dogs just bark at whatever.” Anxiety said pushing the black cat off him as he sat up.

Morality was about to answer but Logan came into the room.

“I’m trying to study what is going-“ Logan let out a scream when he saw two cats run towards him. The black cat ran out the door while the white cat curved his back and quickly turned and went under Anxietys blanket.

“Hey Boo, it’s okay, Logan won’t hurt you, he’s not as mean as he looks, it’s okay.” Anxiety cooed coming up to the cat. The cat hissed, and Anxiety backed away, still saying soothing words. The cat was no longer hissing, but he was shrinking deeper in the blanket.

“What the-“ Roman was now at the door besides Logan who was frozen in fear from the cat.

“Aren’t you the adorablest cat of them all, and you-and you and-“ Morality was too distracted by how cute the cats were.

Anxiety was nervous.

“I can explain!“

“You better! Logan has never been so scared before.” Roman said as he was trying to reassure logan by rubbing on his arms.

“I’m okay, I just didn’t expect to see a cat coming out of Anxiety’s room,” Logan blushed but was looking a lot more comfortable than before.

“I- I saw these cats wandering around and I thought I could take care of them, you know because they’re so cute and need a home. A shelter would just throw them in a cage or-or put them to sleep and I can’t do that to these six adorable feinds,”

“You… you realize that means mischievous or a wicked person?” Logan asked.

“Yeah?” Anxiety said frowning, “so? They’re still adorable feinds. They need a home and i gave them one. You can’t just take that away from them!”

The other sides stared at him, surprised. He had never been this defensive or looked so desperate doing it.

“Well he’s right. We can’t just throw them back in the streets. Besides look at this little ball of fluff, isn’t she adorable?!” Morality cooed at the orange and white cat.

“I call her fluffy. She’s the snuggliest of them all but loves to be playful.”

“Oh I know! How about we each adopt one? Take them off your hands? That way they could not be cooped up in one room!” Patton offered.

“oh, and Logan, Boo would be perfect for you.” morality said.

“I suppose i could look after a creature that is more frightened of me than i am. Plus they are pleasing to look at and make me want to squeeze their head.”

“i never thought i’d hear you say that.” Anxiety said hiding back a smile.

“Oh i can take this one too!!” morality pointed at the orange cat that was still on anxiey’s bed, Unphased by the strangers in the room, “ Please please please let me adopt her.”

“she’s all yours. I’ve never seen anyone adapt with her so quickly.” anxiety chuckled.

“I guess we could keep them seperately but i don’t know.” roman said.

“you could take the black cat. He rarely needs company but he will be there for you if you need it.”

“i guess i do need company when im in my room. And i have plenty in it to keep them entertained.”

“you have an entire forest in your room. I think they’ll be happy.” Anxiety pointed out.

“why not?” Roman said.

“okay so He likes to play and run a lot but is usually isolates himself. He went running out though so you’ll have to go find him.” anxiety said, “but he’d be perfect for you.”

“sweet I’l shall be back. Onwords to find our beloved lost cat!” Roman smiled and walked out of the room. Anxiety rolled his eyes.

“okay so he gets the black cat snd i get these two cats?” morality asked

“yeah and pie is what i call him.” anxiety said.

“whats this cats name?” logsn asked. Anxiety and morality turned to face him suprised to see him bendinf low to pet the white cat that had recently hissed ay anxiety

“Uuh her name is Boo.”

“Why is she called that?”

“Because she’s white like a ghost and is easily scared.”

“I dont understand your reasoning, but that is quite adorable for her.”

“Hey! What are you doing?!“ Roman screamed. The sides turned their heads to the door as they heard stomping. Before they could think to leave the room Roman came back holding up the black fluffy cat awkwardly. “nope I take it back. I’m not taking in this cat. He just tried to scratch my beautiful royal bed headset.”

Anxiety just snickered.

“Too late roman, you just agreed to take in Dragon.”

“Dragon?! I cannot have a creature in my room named after a creature i fight every day, especially one as adorable and evil as this creature.”

“No takesies backsies” Anxiety said.

“That’s such a childish thing to say.” Roman snapped.

“I say that all that time though” Morality said petting Fluffy.

“Exactly.” Roman snapped, looking uncertainly and uncomfortable at the cat.

“That looks highly uncomfortable Roman. I think it would be best to put them down until you can learn to properly pick them up.” Logan pointed out, petting Boo who was starting to purr.

“Aww they’re so cute!!! Wait, Can you take in Boo?” Morality asked, “I’ll take them in if you can’t.”

“Well,” Logan looked thoughtful, “They are quite a pleasure to pet. I have wanted a companion to keep me company in my room so i suppose I could take her in.”

“Yay! So it’s settled! I get fluffy and Pie, Anxiety keeps… Wait, what’s the black cats and gray cats name?”

“Nix and then grey”

“Aww that’s such a cute name for them!! Aww! Okay, Anxiety gets nix, and grey, Roman gets dragon and Logan gets fluffy!!”

“Sounds like it’s settled.” logan said stroking boos chin.

“Good luck with Dragon Prince!” Anxiety said smirking.

“Yeah yeah, i get it. Thank you for Dragon Anxiety. Some sappy smuck about how this is going to lead to a happily ever after yada da da, the end. Good night. This prince needs his beauty sleep. And im guessing Drafon is going to have to get used to his new room. Night.”

Prince grabbed Dragon in his arms, and positioned them so they wouldn’t fall and left the room.

“For some reason I’m really curious. How did you come up with Dtagons name?” Patton asked holding the two cats at the same time.

“Oh i didn’t have a name for him yet. I just thought that would fit because Prince would hate it.”

((No idea how to end so tada!! Sorry it took months to answer back!! ))

How today’s clip “Playing Alone” should have been:

Sana: “Give me the ball.”

Yousef: “Come and get it.”

Sana: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Yousef. Give. Me. The ball.”

Yousef: “Seriously? I’m not in the mood Sana. Just. Come. And get it.”

Sana: “I mean it Yousef. Give me the ball. I won’t say it again.”

Yousef: “Okay. I’ll take the ball then.” Sana doesn’t respond. “And leave.” He says to make his statement clear and get some kind of reaction off of Sana. But she doesn’t respond, again.

Yousef: “Bye!”

Sana: “Bye.” Sana turns over to go get the other ball which is resting next to a wood bench. “I’m tired of your shit.” Once she gets there she takes it and starts playing by herself, this ball doesn’t bounce as well as the other does, it lacks of air, but it is enough for her to not be close to Yousef. 

He stands right where he was when he arrived while he watches Sana fail miserably twice. He goes over to Sana and takes the other ball of her hands. They are two feet apart, Sana looks over to Yousef.

Sana: “Are you kidding me?”

Yousef: “Talk to me.”

Sana: “I got nothing to say to you.”

Yousef: “Really?”

Sana: “Really.”

Yousef: “Well, it feels like you do.”

Sana: “Well I don’t.” 

They stand there, looking at each other, Yousef has a worried look, while Sana is dead serious, not angry, not sad, just plain no emotion face. She takes one ball off of Yousef’s arms and goes sit in one bench while she bounces the ball, looking at the floor, but this time you can see sadness in her eyes. She is not in the mood to play anymore.

After a minute, she hears steps coming in her direction, but she doesn’t look, she stops bouncing the ball and hugs it, still, staring at the grass. Yousef stands right in front of her resting on the wood table behind him. He waits for her to make eye contact with him, but she doesn’t. He leaves the other ball, next to Sana on the bench. He goes to the other side of the table and he drags it through the grass so there is more space in front of Sana. Once it’s far enough he goes and sits on the ground, right in front of her, he is slightly lower than her, this time she looks at him. He grins, not to much, but enough for him to show that he’s happy that she finally looked at his eyes. 

Yousef: “What did I do wrong?”

Sana: “What makes you think you did something wrong?”

Yousef: “You are not talking to me, you don’t seem happy.”

Sana: “I am happy.”

Yousef: “I can’t see that. You are not smiling.” Sana fakes a smile, not showing her teeth.

Yousef: “Is that supposed to be a smile?” He says making a quick laugh. Sana drops the smile and a “Ugh” escapes her mouth while she quits hugging the ball and leaves it next to the ball Yousef left before, she rests her back on the back of the bench and crosses her arms. She stops the eye-contact and looks at the little basketball court on her left.

Sana: “Just drop it already.” Yousef’s smile fades.

Yousef: “I’m not dropping it Sana.” She sighs. “Just tell me. Clearly I did something wrong, just tell me so I can apologize.”

Sana: “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Yousef: “I don’t get it.”

Sana: “That’s the deal, you don’t have to apologise for kissing Noora.” Sana realising what she just said, closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, and wishes, she didn’t acutally said that.

Yousef: “What?”

Sana: “What?”

Yousef: “You said I don’t have to apologize for kissing Noora.” Sana looked at him and a low, soft, almost inaudible “Nei” went through her lips. “You saw that?” Sana looks down bending her body towards Yousef and supporting herself with her arms on her legs, and licks her lips, her mouth got dry in seconds. “Sana, you saw that?” She takes a deep breath.

Sana: “Jo.”

Yousef takes of his hat, and runs his hand through his hair. 

Yousef: “Faen.” He said it almost copying the “Nei” Sana said a few seconds back. He starts to pull out the grass in front of his feet. They stay quiet for minutes, three? Four?

Sana: “I just don’t understand why you did it. I mean, I do, she is pretty, of course you would kiss her…”

Yousef: “Can I explain?” 

Sana: “You don’t owe me an explanation Yousef.”

Yousef: “I kinda do though…” He sighs. “To be honest, I don’t even have an explanation for myself, I mean I do, it’s just not a good one.” She looks at him, but he doesn’t. “That Friday I thought you were mocking me…”

Sana: “Why?” she interrupts with a sad tone. This time he looks at her.

Yousef: “Because I had told you about Even, and then he was at the Karaoke, and I thought you hadn’t took me seriously, like you invited us just because you wanted me to see Even and create tension, I don’t know… It just felt wrong, so wrong.”

Sana: “But that wasn’t my intention…”

Yousef: “I know, I know that now. I’m sorry for assuming things…”

Sana: “You don’t have to say sorry, I probably would’ve assume that too. Sorry.”

He shows a little grin, so she knows it’s okay.

Yousef: “So, I was angry at you, and I just thought: you know, if she is this kind of person, I might as well forget about her, she’s not as I thought she was.” Sana looks away, although those are feelings that were because of a misunderstanding, it still hurts to know that he felt like this about her. “After you left because of the fight…”

Sana: “You should’ve come with me. You left me alone Yousef.” She needed to get it off her chest.  

Yousef: “I know… I’m sorry, I just…”

Sana: “You were angry at me.” She closes her eyes while she says that.

Yousef: “I’m sorry…”

Sana: “It’s okay.” Of course it wasn’t, she knows that although he was angry at her he should’ve come with her, Noora could’ve go with her, she heard it too, but she was angry at her. What a surprise. 

Yousef: “So… after you left, Noora and I started talking, and I mean… I like Noora” Sana stops breathing, Yousef notices it and tries to explain it better. “Not romantically, as a person, she doesn’t look like a bad person” Sana starts breathing again. “And after a while talking, she just kissed me, I was shocked at first but then I just went through with it. But then I realized, that I didn’t know why I was doing it, I didn’t and I don’t have feelings for her, I’m not the kind of person that kisses someone for the LOLs, it felt wrong and pointless and it didn’t got me anything but hurting you. I’m so sorry Sana” Sana still isn’t able to look at him, she just nods to let him know that she heard everything. 

Sana: “Does she know?” Yousef frowns “Does she know that you don’t have feelings for her?”

Yousef: “Yes, absolutely. I told her it didn’t mean anything and that it was a mistake. She apologized and left.” Sana nods again. “You are not looking at me Sana” She turns her head in his direction and looks at his eyes, she grins.

Sana: “I’m looking at you now.” Yousef smiles. 

Yousef: “So… you forgive me?”

Sana: “There is nothing to forgive Yousef. Did it hurt me? Yes. Will it take some time for the pain to stop? Probably yes. But I’m not angry at you, so don’t worry about it okay, I will deal with it on my own.” 

Yousef: “Okay? But I’m still sorry.”

Sana: “Okay.” They stare at each other for a moment.

Yousef: “Are we cool?”

Sana: “Yes, we are cool” 

Yousef smiles and lets out a little “Great”, while he gets a message from Elias, he takes his phone and reads it.

Yousef: “Elias is looking for me, I should go” Sana nods and gets up and takes the balls of the bench while Yousef puts his phone back in his pocket, when Sana turns over to Yousef his left arm is streched out. “Little help here?” 

Sana lets out a little laugh and leaves the ball that she is holding with his left arm on the bench again, reaches out to Yousef’s hand and helps him get up. Once he is standing in front of her he doesn’t let go of her hand, neither does she. After thirty seconds or so he slowly gets closer to Sana’s face and gently kisses her on the cheek.

Yousef: “Bye”

Sana: “Bye”

Sana lets go of Yousef hand and they both smile. After that Yousef leaves the little basketball court, Sana smiles.

After that clip we just got I felt like I needed to write something that has Yousana fluff and that we still got a bit of answers. I kind of guessed the whole kiss thing, I really don’t know why it happened but it’s the only thing that came up to mind, I haven’t talked about the fight because I really don’t know what happened, so addressing that was going to turn out really bad haha. 


I am form Spain so sorry if I made awful mistakes writing in English.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it and again, sorry if was disrespectful towards Islam and muslims. And happy Ramadan <3

missmisanthropic  asked:

Hard Question Time brought to you by yours truly: If you could date ANY iteration of a character Katie McGrath has ever played, who would you select? The character will come with her canon flaws, (Vampirism?, Family issues? Uh, Magic?) benefits ( Heck yeah, Magic?! Genius level smarts?), interests (Art?, Espionage?) etc. which may impact your decision. Happy ruminating. ;-)

…!!! @missmisanthropic WHY?! Why would you do this to me? Hmmm. I’ve got some drinks in me so that means rambling. Let’s consider all of this calmly and rationally. I would list each character but I fear my poor followers may run away screaming. Instead I will list my absolute favorites and carefully consider my options. Note that I will be leaving out minor characters such as Bess and others.

First up - Lucy Westenra.
Canon Flaws - Vampirism. In love with another woman.
Canon Benefits - GAAAAAY. Is the vampirism really a flaw though? I mean, come on.

With Katie’s portrayal of Lucy, it is hard to say as we, sadly, never got a good look at what Baby Gay Vampire!Lucy would grow to be. Unfortunately, prior to her change, Lucy was suffering quite a bit (Of course she was, Katie played her). She was confused, heartbroken, and really questioning her own humanity and life choices. It is quite possible that she felt she had no choice in who she was at all. She didn’t choose to be gay in Victorian England. She didn’t choose to love her best friend. She certainly didn’t choose to be a socialite and “proper wife” to an English gentleman. And she absolutely didn’t choose to be a vampire, a monster, as Dracula so aptly put it. MY BABY IS NO MONSTER!

It is possible that Lucy could have eventually grown to be the sweet and innocent looking, yet completely relentless killer vamp. I am not quite sure if I can deal with that. However! If she were to change me, ditch her feelings for Mina, and we could be super awesome killer vampires together? Yeah I could definitely deal with that. Throw that in with being charming, witty, and sweet, with the perfect amount of bite to her (See what I did there?), I would be a happy lesbian.

Verdict - Jury is out. Would I let her kill me? Yes, I would. Would I kill along with her? Yes, I would. Let us check out more options.

Originally posted by madqirl

NEXT! - Morgana Pendragon
Canon Flaws - Major daddy issues. Slight anger issues. Bent on revenge. Manipulative.
Canon Benefits - Um… MAGIC. High Priestess. Dresses fabulously even when living in a shack in the woods. Savvy af, That Smirk™ tho. Driven to fight for what she believes in.

Who doesn’t love Morgana? Good, “evil,” it really doesn’t matter. The unfortunate matter is, and this makes my deliberation quite short, Morgana was on one hell of a mission. She was single-minded in this mission and nobody, nobody, was going to keep her from it. This means, she definitely wouldn’t have had time for poor, little, non-magical me. I mean if I had an army of immortal warriors or dark magical abilities of my own, I would try to win her affections in a heartbeat. But the only thing I would be able to offer her is my heart… Which she probably would have used, along with some crazy incantation, to kill all of her enemies. I don’t wish to be sacrificed. I like my heart where it is thank you, my lady.

Verdict - Morgana, you do you, booboo. Imma keep my options open, love. You TOTALLY have my vote for Queen of Camelot. Please don’t kill me. Oh my poor heart. I love her so much.

Originally posted by rosheenonice

Third - Jodi Rutherford 
Canon Flaws - Hmmm… attraction to men that tend to mistreat her? Even Kobus was a bit of a dick at first but we aren’t talking about him are we? No love, we aren’t. This is about Jodi. She also seems to feel the need to ‘fix’ those she is with.
Canon Benefits - Complete sweetheart, excellent teacher, awkward and goofy despite her shy and sometimes anxious demeanor. Film/theater geek. Animal lover. She doesn’t care what she is, or what she is doing, as long as she can wake up next to the person she loves.

This… little bean. This absolute cupcake. I just… look at her. Jodi is another Katie character that just needs to be loved. She is described as someone that strives to be liked because she doesn’t like herself. Which is ridiculous. What’s not to like? She is kindhearted, generous and is really just looking for a place to belong. Total ball of fluff and I love her.

Verdict - Jury is out…but looking good for her.

Originally posted by crayonboxhearts

NEXT UP - The lovely, yet deadly, Gloria Miller, everyone!
Canon Flaws - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.
Canon Benefits - She’s like some crazy CIA, Secret Agent, Jane Bond, Assassin.

This one is tough for me because this means she would always be off on some insane mission and I am totally one of those people that would be constantly worried that she wouldn’t come back to me. I’m soft. And let’s be honest, would I ever truly get a chance to know who she really is?

*gay gasp!* WHAT IF I am her mission?? What if she is actually working undercover to, I don’t know… I’m not special. I’m probably not her mission. But she would never be home and I need love and attention. Soft, remember? Sorry, Gloria :(

Verdict - I cannot date you. BUT PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM VERY VULNERABLE! Oh and teach me how to shoot things. Like, fruit and cans. I don’t want to kill anyone.

Originally posted by docclara

Hellooooo Kate Foster!
Canon Flaws - Biphobic af!!!! I’m not bisexual but, come on Kate! Not cool, love. Stop that shit. Angry af! Family issues aka homophobic parents.
Canon Benefits - Smooth af. Seductive af. Queen of eye-sex Consent kink, perhaps? Kate, …I like being told what to do… Ahem. I digress.

Lezbehonest. How many of you have been completely destroyed by the 20 minute episode of Dates? Hm? Thought so. Kate is very enigmatic. Which I like to a point. She seems to be making attempts at being cool and open-minded. But you can tell she has been burned before. Le baggage? Maybe. But we all have it, don’t we? My biggest worry would be that because of this, she is quick to pick a fight and run. We saw it. When things get serious and even a little difficult, she is out the door. That is… problematic.

She still strikes me as being kind, genuine and loving with the right woman in the right situation. But that fear of mine would always remain. Fear would lead to insecurities. Insecurities would lead to fighting. Fighting would lead to no more Kate. I could delve deeper into this gem, however I will leave it here.

Verdict - Kate, buy me a Bellini (or five) and we can certainly have a great time. (That totally wasn’t meant to be sexual). I meant we can hang out some time. But you know, not like a date? Flirty BFFs maybe? Do you like my bracelet? I got it in Tuscany!

Originally posted by haywoodyouboneme

Sigh …LenaLuthor! I have so many feelings about this woman it’s crazy.
Canon Flaws - A little shady. Family issues like you would not believe. Has a bit of a target on her back.
Canon Benefits - Highly intelligent. NERD! Working hard to make a life and name for herself outside of her family. RICH AF (take care of me please). Just wants a damn hug and thank you! Girlfriend of Supergirl. Looks better in prison blues than I do on my best day and with Photoshop. The Lip Bite™ tho.

Considering the fact that most of those that have endured my rambling are huge Katie fans and/or SuperCorp shippers, I will not get into the crazy long description for Lena. She has proven time and again that she only wants to do what is right, despite her upbringing. A most admirable quality is that she fights with her wits but also looks like she can defend herself when the time comes. A distressed damsel, she is not. I think here, I would have to go back to my argument regarding Morgana and Gloria. Lena simply would not have the time. She is running a billion dollar corporation, designing gadgets, and apparently she is constantly thinking up schemes to ensure justice is done. Oh, and um… hi… SHE LOVES KARA DANVERS! I can’t compete with that!!! I mean, I can be pretty awesome, but I am not Kara. So… problematic.

Verdict - Lena, I adore you. And I hope we can be friends. Do you need anything? Should I deliver flowers to Kara for you? Do you need me to proofread your love letters and poetry? I can run and get you more wine. Do you need company for the holidays? Do you need a bridesmaid for your wedding? Have you and Kara set a date? Keep me updated. My calendar is open.

Originally posted by agronskaya18

So here we are! There are more characters to consider, but we would be here all night/day. And I am pretty sure most of you already hate me. So I will keep this short. FINAL ANSWER: JODI RUTHERFORD. JUST LET ME LOVE YOU!

Originally posted by ladyandherarmour

Sorry for the long post and Katie spam!

Honorable Mention - Jules Daly
(Part 2)

Autumn Herself - Archie Andrews x Reader

Okay so I know its almost summer but Ive had this little idea in my notebook for months and I really wanted a little fluff during the exam period. Also I know about the little KJ scandal but there must be more to it?? 


warnings pure fluff ball 

I always enjoyed your study sessions and I cant say that I actually find myself studying the books. The freckles along her nose were much more interesting. I knew exactly how her hair fell around her face and hid her slightly as she engrossed her full attention in her book as if it was a whole new world she had just uncovered. Even if it was just a math’s textbook.
It was a day like this when I had asked her out. It was last autumn. The light shadows from the sycamore leaves made dancing patterns across her open book. Occasionally, a small seed would fall, twirling down to the ground between us and sometimes, one would land in her (y/h/c) hair adding to its wildness that the wind had blown into it.
Summer seemed to have brought out a new side to her. She appeared calm but was easily excitable. She was like a race that never ended; always after a new goal. This time it was autumn. She always made it obvious that it was one of her favorite times of the year, her obsession with hot chocolate and big fluffy jumpers. Cozy pyjamas and warm log fires. She was wild like the flames and warm like the chocolate and cozy like the jumpers. She was autumn herself.
I had known her for years and I guess I fell for her before I realised. She seemed to grow more beautiful year after year until one day, I couldn’t resist kissing her perfect lips and making her mine. A year later, it was almost autumn again and my dozy wild girl had once again grown even more gorgeous. She became my muse. My inspiration. The love of my life. She was my everything and I never wanted to change that for the world because she was my today and all of my tomorrows.  

You threw your book to one side sighing and looking up at Archie as he chewed the end of his pencil in contemplation over some sheet music. You found the way he concentrated adorable, especially how he ran his hand through his hair, tugging at it lightly like you did sometimes.  
“Sing something to me, Archie,” you asked, curling up on his couch and resting your head upon the couch arm. You could tell he had been stressed recently with his music and football and finals and you had barely heard him sing for a while, you had barely even seen him. With a soft smile he turned and picked up his guitar,
“What would you like to hear, baby?” he asked softly,
“Anything.” You mumbled back softly meeting his warm brown eyes. He had beautiful eyes, you thought, the kind you could get lost in and you guess you did as he began to play something you hadn’t heard before, looking down at the music on his lap as he did so. You admired how his eyelashes rested against his pale cheeks, how the blush on his cheeks was faint but just there enough for you to see, how is foot tapped ever so lightly for a footballer against the floor as he played the acoustic you had bought him and written (y/n) <3 Archie on the bottom, how he had a little crease between his eyebrows as he concentrated on his song and how in the little lyric breaks he would pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

By the time I had finished and looked up on her again, she had fallen fast asleep to the sound of my voice. Her hair had fallen over her face slightly and was moving as she breathed. I smiled softly as I watched her, placing my guitar down I leaned over to her and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, chuckling lightly as her face scrunched up a little at the sensation. She shivered a little from the cold room so, removing my letterman jacket, I draped it over her bare shoulders smiling fondly and feeling my heart burst as she cuddled into it subconsciously, breathing in my sent that made a small smile grace her features.
“God, I love you,”
At my words, she stirred a little more, neither of us had never said them words out loud to each other to hear, not yet anyway.
“Archie,” she mumbled, still partially asleep with her eyes closed,
“Yes, baby girl?” I asked, crouching down so my face was closer to hers,
“I love you too.” A smile spread across my face as I raised my hand to run it through her hair.
“I love you more,” I whispered making her smirk a little, “your smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen.” she smiled once more falling back into a sleep again,
“Cuddles” she mumbled so quietly I almost didn’t hear her but she lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck as I picked her up bridal style my jacket long forgotten as she clung to me with her head on my shoulder and her face in my neck. I carried her up the stairs carefully before laying her in my bed but she refused to let go of my hand beckoning my to lie next to her so I did, allowing her head to rest on my shoulder as we moved together to fit on the smallish bed - not that I minded, I just wanted to be close to her and hold my girl in my arms. She breathed a sigh of content as she nestled into me like she always did, as if my body was made to fit her into it. I lied there in a comfortable silence listening to her breathing as it evened out and she finally got the rest she needed.
Once again I admired her, the girl in my arms with her big fluffy jumper, wild hair and freckle dusted nose still left over from summer. She was autumn herself.

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bugheadjonesiii  asked:

I have a fic suggestion. Betty gets jughead a dog! If you think the idea is stupid just ignore me all together lol

Here it is, just for you, friend! I hope I destroy you with feels 😈

Betty sighed in relief as she slipped her heels off her tired feet, ankles slightly swollen with the pressure of the day. She rolled her neck back and forth, delighting in the satisfying pop her joints made, eyes falling closed in contentment. She peeked her head round the door to Jughead’s office, expecting to see him, head down, dark hair always falling over his eyes, as he typed away furiously at his laptop as he did every day, waiting to greet her with a blinding grin and a sweet kiss. Her brows furrowed as she cast her gaze over the empty room, the sound of fingers on keys not creating their usual music.

“Jug?” she called out apprehensively, turning her head as she made to go into the living room instead.

“In here,” a somewhat muffled response came from in front of her. She rounded the corner, uncontainable laugh bursting from her lips as she took in the position her husband had decided to place himself in. He was upside down, lanky legs thrown over the back of their cream couch, hair standing up on end, as he attempted to wrap his mouth around the straw in the glass of water placed before him on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Betty asked around a grin as he flailed, straw moving further away from his mouth with every breath he huffed out. He tipped his eyes to hers briefly, childlike smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Got hiccups, wanted to see if this upside-down drinking thing really worked,” he explained as his upper body jumped slightly, hiccup catching in his throat. Betty shook her head affectionately, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she watched him, so carefree and every bit the child he never got to be in his youth.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked cheekily, quirking an accusing eyebrow at him. He sighed, giving up after his latest struggle and moving to sit up, cheeks adorably flushed from all the blood rushing to his head. Betty came to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the colour, settling readily into his open arms.

“Writer’s block, again,” he lamented, pressing his face to her temple to inhale her soothing scent. He missed it from the moment she left their bed in the morning until the second she got home at night. She hummed happily as she felt Jughead drop a kiss against her skin, rubbing a reassuring hand against his denim-clad thigh.

“It’ll pass, love, it always does,” she consoled, looking up at him from where her head was resting against his shoulder. He grumbled incoherently beneath her, fingers tracing incomprehensible patterns against her arm.

“I just do the same thing every day, all day. It gets tired, and I don’t want to feel that way about writing; I love it, I do. I just need something else to break up the day, you know? Occupy my mind with something else for a while,” he vented. Betty pressed her lips together, wanting so desperately to tell him her news but deciding she needed to wait a little bit longer. She tucked her face into his shirt to hide her grin.

“I’m sure we’ll find you something,” she murmured into the fabric, all the tension leaving her shoulders as he pulled her closer against him.


“Juggie?” Betty called as she closed the door softly behind her, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she struggled with the tiny ball of fluff in her arms.

“Office,” Jughead shouted by way of reply. She followed the rhythmic tapping of keys until she was standing at the threshold, features glowing in anticipation. He eyed her cautiously, lips pinching together in a pout as he tried to suppress a grin, spreading infectiously from her own.

“Betts… what is it?” he asked, glinting eyes flitting over her frame, taking particular note of the way her arms were tucked securely behind her back. She squirmed slightly, wrestling with an invisible force. “What are you hiding?” he asked again, letting out a nervous laugh at her unwavering smile.

“You said you wanted something to occupy your time. Well…” she trailed off, finally bringing her arms around in front of her, revealing the scrabbling grey and white sheepdog puppy cradled in her grip. “Say hello to the newest member of our family!”

If someone had asked Betty to describe the look that lit Jughead up from within she didn’t think she would ever find the words to do it justice. He bounded from his seat, taking the puppy from her hands and brought it to his face with the wonder of a young boy, cooing sweet words into its warm fur. When he finally tore his eyes away from his present they were shining through a mixture of pure innocent joy and unshed tears.

“Betty, how did you…?” he trailed off, words getting stuck in his throat, expression filled with unadulterated awe.

“Your dad told me that you always wanted one when you were younger, before… you know. So I sourced out this little guy and I’ve just been waiting to pick him up,” she beamed, completely in love with the look that showed no sign of leaving Jughead’s face. “Couldn’t have you clawing at the wallpaper in boredom now, could we?” Betty spoke, half to Jughead, half to the dog, as she moved closer to scratch the panting ball of fluff behind the ears. Jughead’s free hand snaked round her waist, pulling her tight against his side.

“I love you, you know that?” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled softly, tongue sneaking out to wet her lips delicately, his eyes following the movement.

“I had an idea, yeah,” she replied with a smirk, leaning in to capture his mouth with hers. They pulled away with a joint laugh, Betty letting out a disgusted shriek as a third, more unwelcome tongue joined their little make out session, the puppy choosing that time to lap at both of their cheeks. “What do you want to call this menace?” Betty laughed, swiping a hand at the slobber left on her cheek.

“Hot Dog,” Jughead said instantaneously, cheeks colouring a rosy pink. “In my head he was always called Hot Dog,” he sighed. Betty couldn’t wait any longer, practically bouncing on her toes with her need to tell him.

“There’s more,” she burst out eventually, clasping her hands together in glee. Jughead turned to her eyes wide.

“More than the best present ever?” he asked incredulously, tickling Hot Dog’s belly gently. She nodded, green eyes glistening.

“I know you said you needed something else to do, and in my defence I found out about this after I got Hot Dog so I didn’t mean for it to come all at once but…” she paused, taking a steadying breath. “Look at the back of his collar,” she whispered, tears shimmering along her waterline. Jughead’s brows pinched in confusion as he cupped Hot Dog closer to his chest, glancing down to notice something attached to the leather. He took the rolled up paper in trembling hands, unfurling it slowly. He read over the results, mouth dropping open.

“Betty, are you…?” he whispered, heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst from an overload of emotions. She was nodding frantically, biting enticingly on her bottom lip as the tears over-spilled.

“Yes! The doctor sent over the results this morning. We’re gonna have a baby, Juggie,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. It was hardly a moment before his own eyes flooded, tears leaving wet trails down his cheeks as he wound his fingers into her golden hair, pulling her face to his in a searing kiss. He pulled back, breathless, head spinning, to look into her eyes.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he repeated frantically, voice shaking. She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, a gesture he would never tire of.

“Think of it this way,” she began, pausing until he raised his eyebrows in question. “You’ll never be bored again,” she murmured cheekily, heart flipping as he threw his head back in carefree laughter.

“That I won’t.”

a sight for sore eyes (un veux pour les yeux douloureux)

Originally posted by lj-todd

prompt: So um i have this Stanfou idea where stanley is nervous the first time he wears a dress in front of lefou because the last person he ‘loved’ was gaston who was a ‘manly man’ so one day he’s in his house standing in a dress kinda just twirling in front of a mirror or something and lefou has just gotten in the habit of just walking in so he does and Stanley like freaks out and LeFou is confused and he just wraps his arms around him and is like you look amazing love and you know fluff i guess.

yeyeyeyeye this was really fun to write, i even did a little doodle of the dress ;)

warnings: nothing for once

hella gay on the way

sophie xx

When Madame Garderobe saw Stanley at the first celebratory ball which Adam and Belle hosted, she didn’t recognise him due to the lack of the dress, yet decided to still make conversation with the well dressed gentleman whom had danced with the man that Mrs Potts had taken a liking to.

Eventually, when she did recognise him, she dragged him off to her working room, where she had sewn many of the dresses and suits that the staff were wearing at the time, including Belle’s gorgeous white gown, then begged him to take his measurements, which didn’t take very much convincing.

For the next few weeks, he would head up to the castle on a saturday morning to meet with Madame Garderobe, both of them comparing colour palettes and which one’s would be suited more to each other, eventually creating small portfolio’s of vibrance to match and compliment.

Stanley’s profile was mainly a mix of what Madame Garderobe were called sunset colours, from the most rich of reds, to the subtlest lilacs, with small tinges of orange and blush, pink and lemon, each of them as captivating as the next, all layered out on a sliver of wood,  small ribbons secured with pins, trying to outdo each other.

When she offered to make him a dress, he almost didn’t believe it. He still had the one which she created from the battle (which he found very flattering to his body shape) and of course he didn’t expect her to do it for free, offering her money in exchange for her craftsmanship, yet she simply laughed, waving him off.

“Mon ami, I do this for you, not for the money.”

The next saturday that he came, she ushered him into the now familiar and comforting room which he had grown used to after so many days in it.

Inside looked far more hectic than usual, with scraps of material littering the floor and pins laying haywire, whilst not the safest option, it was simply the way that the artist worked on her pieces.

In the centre of the messy room, was a mannequin, and laid upon it was a gorgeous gown, like Stanley had never seen.

The top section of the dress was mainly white down the centre, with slivers of red framing it at the side, the white however had small golden patterns weaving through it, leaves and flowers blooming on the material, each stitch meticulously done and redone for the best outcome. The trimming of the white was more gold, a silky rope which seemed to fall elegantly yet which Stanley knew was perfectly placed to achieve the best outcome.

The rope kept falling, past the waistline which was marked with a golden bow, and down the skirt which fanned out, the red becoming more than a sliver, and taking up two thirds of it, both on the side of the continuing white.

The simple leaves and swirls had thickened into vines, with what seemed to be, was that leaf gold? Stanley could barely contain his excitement as he slowly walked forwards, and delicately held the soft fabric of the dress between his forefinger and thumb, simply in awe of the craftsmanship it must have taken to achieve such a beautiful result. It seemed to be far too luxurious for him yet, it was there, in such stunning creativity that it simply blew him away.


Every time that Stanley was home alone, he would now bring out the dress from its box, it was too beautiful to keep hidden, and put it on, carefully working the laces and bows, worried that he might damage it in one way or another, yet every time, he managed.

Parading around the house for an imaginary audience, he would twirl and twist, shifting the fabric from one way or another, flouncing and flaunting as if someone were watching him, ready to ask him to an imaginary dance to an imaginary song. Practicing steps and movements as if he had some sort of a partner with him, a specific partner that he did have in mind, but for the time being, an imaginary dance would have to do.

He let the light shining through his window hit the gold flakes and reflect onto the walls, making his small home seem like a grand ballroom. His hair wasn’t done up in his usual style, but scraped back by a small piece of cloth which held it together, except for a few stray hairs which fell to the side of his face, and tickled him as he gave another twirl.

He caught sight of himself in a mirror, seeing the way that the dress rested on his hips and slid along his waist, and he let himself laugh.

Laugh at the ridicule which he might face, laughed at the idea of a man in a dress, laughed at the idea that he was enjoying himself, and laughed at the imaginary dance which he just had with a partner whom knew nothing about what he did when the doors were shut, yet he didn’t seem to care, letting a melodious laugh carry from one end of his small house to the other, from the bedroom, to the bathroom, to the ballroom which he had created for himself.

LeFou heard that very same laugh just as he was about to enter the house, a laugh of pure joy which made his heart hammer in his chest. Damnit, why did one person leave such an effect on him?

He quietly pushed open the door, unsure of what to expect, yet when he finally slipped through, he was greeted by what some people would call ‘un veux pour les yeux douloureux.’

Stanley was stood in the middle of the room, wearing a dress.

Yet it didn’t seem to be any dress, this was a dress of pure luxury, with trimmings, and bows, and gold and velvet, with silk and chiffon, and so much more. The sheer complexity of it was beyond him, and the fact that it fitted him perfectly, accenting the way his body curved and his gorgeous figure, taking LeFou’s breath away.

Simply, Stanley was beautiful.

Sensing a pair of eyes on his back, Stanley turned to be greeted by the sight of Lefou frozen in his place, mouth agape and staring at the cloth which had been draped on him. He had a baguette in his hand and some pate in the other, scanning Stanley’s body whilst blushing profusely.

Stanley began to stutter, his hands starting to fidget with the small stray hairs which had come undone from the material, his cheeks going bright red and almost matching the satin which hung off his hips.

“I- you see, LeFou, its not what it looks like,” he choked out, making a small step forwards.

“I mean, maybe it is what it looks like I can’t really tell but i don’t think it is, is it? Perhaps if-”

“I think it looks beautiful,” LeFou said, cutting Stanley’s ramblings short and walking to meet him at the centre of the room.

“I, what?”

LeFou smiled, his eyes meeting Stanley’s, which were filled with confusion and tinged slightly with fear.

“Its beautiful, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, holding Stanley’s hands tenderly.

Stanley frowned in confusion.

“But I thought you were into more, you know,” he raised his arms to flex, puffed out his chest and had a look on his face which was somewhat mocking of the one Gaston used to pull when looking at Belle.

LeFou simply laughed in response and shook his head, a grin engulfing him ear to ear.

“Mon amour, I’m into you.”

zirijava  asked:

Prompt: rainstorm and cats :)

Rainstorm isn’t a name I knew was used for Plance but now I am OBSESSED. (That and sea salt might be my two favorites I’ve seen). Thanks for the request! I’m seriously LOVING doing these for you all! This is heavily based on my headcanon that Pidge and Lance are ultimate fur parents who make tiny houses for their animals. Hope you like it!

When Lance came home with a box of kittens, Pidge nearly ripped his hair out. Her girlfriend was some sort of Disney Princess. Last week he’d “rescued” a bird from the Petco, a month ago they had fostered a rabbit. On top of the two dogs they already owned: her apartment was starting to feel like a zoo.

“Come on Katie they don’t have anywhere else to go! They were just sitting in a box on the side of the road like…like Oliver and company!” He pleaded, setting the kittens down.

There were two baby Russian blues left in the box, curled up around each other for warmth. Pidge tried her best to freeze her heart. They did not need any more pets in this house. But gosh dang if the way they mewed wasn’t winning her heart a little bit.

Lance picked up the bigger of the two, holding him inside his oversized jacket. His blue eyes lit up as he nuzzled the creature.

“This is my son. I will name him Blue.”

Pidge snorted and rolled her eyes, dropping on her knees to gently stroke the other one’s fur. “Fine I’m naming the other one Green.”

“YOU NAMED IT WE GET TO KEEP THEM! That’s the rules sorry I don’t make them I heard Hunk made the rulebook I guess you’ll have to just take it up with him. Too bad guess we have to make a trip to the store tomorrow.”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. The cat hair apocalypse was in her future. Cat fur in every nook and cranny. On her computer. In her computer. It was a nightmare waiting to happen.

The little blue ball of fluff licked her hand gently. She was done for.

“I can’t believe were parents again,” Lance sniffled, rocking the tiny fur ball as their pit bull Princess curled up by his feet, “Shh children Daddy loves you all.”

Pidge thought for a moment, petting Princess’ head while cradling the new kitten in her arms. “Does this mean we can finally use the Harry Potter cabinet under the stairs as a house for our animals?”

“God I love the way you think.”

Sam, Meet Sammy

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Reader’s Family

Word Count: 2,293

Warnings: Just fluff, honestly. 

Request: Can you do some cute ass Sammy fluff? His girlfriend takes him to meet her family where he meets her puppy too? And this little fur ball just falls in love with Sam because he got a. “I protect and love your mommy.” Vibe from him. So seeing how well Sam and the pupper get along and realizing she doesn’t want to be without her dog reader convinces Dean to let her take him home with them.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this is out late. I have a lot of requests to write and to put out. Maybe, later on today, I will put out another fic for you. If you want that, let me know. Please, if you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by berezneva12

“I’m really nervous right now.” You said, biting your lip as you bounced your leg.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Parents love me.” Sam grinned from the front seat. He was driving the Impala because Dean allowed you and him to go away for the weekend.

“No, I love you. My parents are a different story. Not saying they’re mean or strict but they might welcome you in a bit too much. They might overdo it. My siblings aren’t that far behind. My mom over thinks everything. When she found out I was dating you, she wanted to throw me a party. My dad may act tough in front of you but don’t let him steer you. He’s harmless.” You blabbed on. When you were nervous, you rambled on until someone stopped you.

“My brother may want to beat your ass because he got this older brother protective vibe going on but he’s all talk and no bite. Well, he did beat up my ex boyfriends way before I met you but you’re so big and tall and muscular, he got nothing on you. My sister, though, is a little shit and will try and get with you. She’s just that way. But she’s a teenager and she thinks she can get any guy she wants. Just stay away from her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe we should turn around.”

You were cut off by Sam’s lips on yours and you immediately relaxed, kissing him back. You pulled away, remembering that he was driving but frowned when you didn’t see the road but your parent’s house instead. Damn, how long were you rambling?

You pressed your lips back to his and he cupped your cheek with one large ass hand, pulling you closer to him. With his lips on yours, you forgot why you were here in the first place. But damn, what you would give to get hot car sex.

You pulled away, tugging his bottom lip as you went. He released a low growl and looked at you.

“We can definitely continue that later. But right now, keep it in your pants, Winchester.” You grinned and got out of the car, taking a deep breath. Sam followed you to your front door and you pushed it open quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to mention…” You didn’t get to say anything else when your golden retriever puppy came running at you and Sam. He passed by you and ran straight to Sam, jumping into his arms. Your puppy wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t an adult yet.

Sam laughed as he caught to dog, petting his soft fur. Your puppy licked his face all over and Sam laughed more, getting deep dimples.

“Sam, meet Sammy. He reminded me of you thus that is how he got his name.” You laughed, introducing them.

“Hi Sammy.” Sam said with a smile. Sammy barked and struggled to get down. Sam let him down and Sammy ran around him, sniffing him and wagging his tail. He barked happily and went to you. You picked him up and he licked your face.

“He’s my baby. I hate that I’m away from him.” You smiled and kissed his nose before walking inside the house.

“How old is he?” Sam asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Almost 2 years old. I know, he’s so big already but I love him. Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You called out for your family.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just discovered your fuckpig!verse, and I'm a little bit confuse. Are all the characters actors from spn? Could you make a list of the characters, and maybe a line or two about them? :) Hope I don't bother you!

hello! welcome to the madness. <3 most of the characters are actors from the supernatural verse, but not all of them. here’s a little bit of a description of everybody:


- jeff morgan: lead singer& part-time lyricist of fuckpig, the daddiest of daddies, and a grisly 50-something veteran of life who has more stories than there’s time left to tell. 

likes: underage boycunts, crisco, cigars, classic rock& metal, and getting head.

- jason “momo” momoa: bassist for fuckpig, pansexual stoner, happy-go-lucky hedonist who is equal parts teddy bear and feral mountain man. 

likes: thc, threesomes, florence + the machine, vegan chocolate chip cookies, and naps.

- jared padalecki: guitarist, songwriter& part-time lyricist of fuckpig, eternally grungy darkling of a boy who has an armored heart and a pierced cock.

likes: doc marten boots, medical oddity museums, getting boys pregnant, jeff buckley, and 1 lunatic 1 ice pick.

- adrianne palicki: drummer for fuckpig, hard femme daddy dyke who loves pussy and has a bigger dick than anybody else in the band. just ask them.

likes: straight girls, strap-ons, snapbacks, mac eyeliner in smolder, and gen cortese. 

other bus people:

- jensen ackles: 14-year-old runaway groupie of fuckpig who sluts his way across the country to follow his fav band and the only man he really has eyes for, jared padalecki.

likes: daddy dick, daisy dukes, lipsmackers, condoms as shotglasses, and jared’s fist.

- chad murray: roadie for fuckpig, hasn’t showered in prolly five years, has an ever-changing mohawk, and gets more pussy from boys& girls than you would expect, if you saw him.

likes: fundip& cocaine, pegging, jason momoa’s dick, and ace of base.

- snowball: bus cat, white little ball of fluff who makes everybody’s life better just by existing.

likes: the small of momo’s back, adri’s tits, jeff’s lap, jared’s scritches and kitty massages, jensen’s nose kisses, chad’s sneaky people food treats, chewing on adri’s dildos, and scratching up jared’s already destroyed jeans.

everybody else: 

- gen cortese: part-time girlfriend of adri, piercer, voyeur, looks amazing in leather pants.

- danneel harris: jensen’s best friend back home, consummate worrier, future toy of adri& gen.

- erica (original character): jared’s best friend back home, sharp-clawed badass, will help you hide bodies and won’t mess up her makeup while she does.

- daniel (original character): doomed former boyfriend of jared, took his own life when they were in high school. assumed love of jared’s life until he meets one jensen ross ackles.

- alice (original character): part-time plaything of jared, temporary nemesis of one jensen ross ackles, blonde bombshell with legs up to here and the reddest mouth in america.

there are other people involved, minor characters, but basically this is everybody! if you’re interested in reading the verse, it’s here. ♥

BTS Reaction to you calling them daddy infront of the other members

Rapmonster: he would be all for it…until he realizes the other members are there
rapmonster: “haha thats right i’m you’re”
Jin:”you’re her what?!”

Jin: our pink princess would get all embarrassed, not because you called him daddy, but because the maknae line heard you say it
Jungkookie: “Mum why did your girlfriend call you daddy?”
Jin: ‘Princess why?~’ “no reason kookie

Suga: he would at first be annoyed but as soon as the other members left (because suga is scary) he would be all over you
Suga: “I will kill all of you if you are not out of the room in 3 seconds

Members: sprint out

J-hope: ahh this poor ball of  fluff would be in total denial
Rapmonster: “did she just call you “daddy~”?”
J-hope: ‘JAGI~ WHY!’ “nope absolutely not, who is this girl anyway?”

V:…i have no idea how our little alien would react but oh well
Jin: “V care to explain why your girlfriend called you such a thing?”
everyone: facepalm

Jimin: nooo pls don’t do this to jimin ahhhh he will be so embarrased.
kookie: “jimin why did you girl-”

Kookie: and finally the evil maknae who i have portrayed as an Innocent baby through out this enter reaction will show his true colors
Hyung line: “…”
Maknae line: “…”
Jungkook: “jagi can i see you in the bedroom ;)”

don’t know if anyone will notice this but if you do thnx

MC Hates Bugs


     Yoosung ran towards you as a shriek rang through the house. He slammed open the door, breathing heavily. 

     “W-What’s wrong MC?” Yoosung peeked into the room to see you cowering on a chair. He followed your eyes to see a tiny little bug, so tiny it was barely visible. 

     “Yoosung! Please! Get rid of that bug!” You screamed at him, flinching as the bug moved a little to the right. Yoosung let out a sigh of relief before tentatively reaching out with a tissue with a trembling hand.

     “You’re s-scared of the bug too?” You stared at him with wide eyes, and he turned red. 

     “W-Well I just don’t like them, okay? You shouldn’t be scared about bugs! Y-You were in the apartment with a bomb remember?” He was bright red as he impulsively grabbed the bug, flushing the tissue away. 


    Zen jumped up at the sound of your yelling, the script flying everywhere as he searched for you. He found you standing in a corner, pointing at a small spider on a wall.

    “Zen, please do something about that.. thing.” You were visibly trembling a little, and Zen grabbed a magazine, rolling it up.

    “W-Wait! Don’t kill it! I’d feel too guilty…” Zen glanced up at you with widened eyes, and began to laugh.

    “Hahaha, MC you’re too cute~ I’ll get a cup and some paper, just wait.” He then ran to the kitchen for a cup, and using a random old script for paper, he trapped the spider. He took it outside, and while you watched,  he freed it in a bush. After he dropped the spider, he turned to the window you were watching from and smiled. 


    Jaehee and you were cuddling while watching a movie, when you turned your eyes away from the screen, body suddenly tensing up. .

    “Are you alright? Do you feel sick?” She put a hand on your forehead, checking for a fever.

    “Jaehee, t-there’s a bug…” You said, pointing at a tiny black speck on the wall.

    “It’s much too high for bugs to be here MC, it’s probably some dust that got stuck on the wall.” Jaehee sighed a little, and gave you a reassuring smile, lightly kneading your tense shoulders.

    “JaEhEE IT MoVEd” You nearly shrieked, backing up into the couch. Jaehee got up and stepped towards the small speck, and laughed.

     “MC, it’s okay, it really was just dust. The wind must have made it move a little.” Jaehee held up the little ball of black fluff, and decided to do a through cleaning as soon as she could.


     “What do you mean, a fly? That was a real thing?” Jumin stared at you doubtfully, while you nodded with teary eyes. He followed you to the living room, where a fly was buzzing around. At first glance, Jumin was mesmerized by the bug he never saw. 

     “So this is a fly… It’s quite like a butterfly…” Jumin looked at the fly, trying to study it. But the fly clearly didn’t take to kindly to his gaze, and nearly barreled headfirst into Jumin’s nose. Jumin instantly panicked, grabbing the bug spray and totally drenching the room in it. 

     The two of you couldn’t go into the room for weeks,,, 


     You called out for Seven, not taking your eyes off of the spider hanging on a shelf. Immediately, you heard a clattering, and a few pitter patters. A few seconds later, Seven skidded into the room, almost tripping, while heroically holding up a rolled up magazine. 

     “I’ll save you from the bug, MC!” He cried out, and whacked the spider off the shelf with strange sound effects. Your fear completely disappeared, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he proudly held up the magazine. Your smile dropped off your face when the spider began to crawl on the floor, and Seven began to panic. He grabbed the magazine again, and scooped up the spider. You watched, frozen in fear, as he ran to the door and tossed the magazine out. Slamming the door shut, Seven laughed a little before frowning. 

     “I had to throw away my sword…”   

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This is Val my little Manga kitty all grown up. She ended up breaking her back paw a while back. I was scared something bad would happen cuz I didn’t have the money for a vet. But I set the bone and now she’s better and more lovable. I just wanted to share cuz I sent an old picture of her a while back. Hope you like this little fluff ball of murder.


Good to know Val has recovered!

anonymous asked:

Things you said when you were scared

Follow-up to yesterday’s (though you could probably read it as a standalone)

She sat on the edge of Peter’s hospital bed, holding her sword towards the door as she listened to the approaching footsteps.

“Are you really going to do this every time?” Peter asked wearily.


The door opened, and the Nova Corps nurse who stepped through didn’t even blink an eye at the sword being pointed at his face. He did sigh deeply, however, as he held out his badge for Gamora’s inspection.  

“You may proceed,” she said regally, moving her sword so it was no longer in his way.

“Gee, thanks.”

She kept a close watch on the nurse as he fiddled with the machine at Peter’s bedside and examined the IV in his arm.

“Everything seems to be fine,” he said, making a note on a holopad.

“Great!” Peter grinned. “Can I go home early then?”

The nurse was already shaking his head. “We want to keep you til tomorrow just to be safe.” He glanced at Gamora. “Though if you were anyone else we would have kicked you out by now for having that.” He nodded his head towards her sword.

Gamora glared and pointed it at him on his way out.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Peter said as the door shut. “No one is coming after me.”

“I’m not taking the chance,” she said, feeling something in her chest tighten at the thought. “And it is not ridiculous.”  

“You almost stabbed Drax yesterday!”

“He shouldn’t have entered so quickly. Which he admitted.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, because he’s a nutter butter who thinks threatening everyone with a sword is a rational thing to do.”

“It is when any one of these people could be working for the enemy!” she said tensely.

“I really doubt any of them care enough to come back to try and kill me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“They weren’t even after us! We just happened to be in their way when I got shot.”

“I…” Shit. Gamora screwed her eyes shut, the image of Peter bleeding on the ground rushing back to her. 

There was just so much blood and Peter was sweating and shaking and there was nothing she could do but put pressure on it until they got to the hospital. And even then, they took him into surgery where she couldn’t follow and she had to wait for what felt like an eternity before he came back out, pale and unconscious but mercifully alive.

“Gamora?” Peter’s concerned voice made her open her eyes, realizing too late that she’d started breathing faster and her hands were shaking. “What’s wrong?” He lifted his arm to put a hand on hers, wincing as he moved his shoulder.

She took a deep, unsteady breath. He’s fine, he’s okay, he’s alive. But she felt it anyway – the water welling in her eyes, the hitch in her breathing. Dammit, she’d been holding this back for two days, why did it have to happen now?

“Hey, c’mere,” he said, tugging gently on her arm. She let him pull her into an awkward sort of cuddle, with her carefully holding her sword out of the way and laying her head on the middle of his chest to avoid his injury. He brought his good arm up to stroke her back and she sighed a little, relaxing into him.  

“What is it?” Peter asked quietly.  

Something about the way he was rubbing her back must have shorted out her brain, because she told him with no hesitation. “I almost lost you.” She felt her cheeks flush a bit and buried her face into his shirt to hide it. One stray tear fell and splashed onto the fabric.  

“Oh,” he said, tightening his arm around her. “Gamora, you know I’m terrified of losing you too, right? But no one is gonna come in here trying to hurt me, I promise.”

“Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction,” she mumbled. She felt Peter’s chuckle, heard his heartbeat.  

“Just a bit.”

She was quiet for a moment while she allowed his rhythmic breathing to soothe her fears. She relaxed even more into him, a sense of calm replacing her overprotective furor, something settling into place in her mind.  

“I love you,” she said matter-of-factly, almost without even thinking about it.

She felt Peter’s heart start beating a little faster. “Good,” he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. “I was hoping you did.”

TBBT: The Collaboration Fluctuation (10x19)

If you haven’t watched, SPOILERS ahead!!!

After a long hiatus we were finally delivered a much waited and needed new episode. And boy, it didn’t disappoint. I loved this episode from beginning to end and lmbo. 😂💖 Here are some of my thoughts and what made it so special.

1. Lenny’s living arrangements with Raj:

First, how wonderful to see Cinnamon. She is such a a well behaved little ball of fluff. It’s always a treat when we see her in an episode.😍 In the opening we get to see this trio’s living dynamic. Just a few second into the episode we see how Raj and Penny have obviously bonded and are comfortable with each other. 

But right of the bat we also see Leonard who’s morning plans where changed without notice and is delegated the responsibility of walking the dog right before going to work.😕 For those who’ve watched, we know that didn’t end well for him. My Lenny loving heart starts to worry, will this be another Penny-Leonard fight fest? Rough start but staying positive.

2.  Sheldon and Amy talk science:

We have a Shamy car scene where they are both so content talking about every day things with each other. (So married 😉) Sheldon “shares” what he could while honking the horn for the pieces of information that are classified. Lol!😂 Oh, the patience Amy has. Amy’s turn to share and Sheldon is intrigued by her experiment ad he lets her know “You tickle my intellectual fancy”… and we all knew this because we all know he respects the way she thinks and her scientific mind. What’s more, we know it totally turns him on. But there are limits Amy, no tickling Sheldon. That he doesn’t like. 😉😒

BONUS: Amy mentions she had wanted to marry the gorilla in the children’s book, “Good Night, Gorilla”.

The magic of having a grade school child is that these books are familiar. The gorilla in reference is a mischievous gorilla who doesn’t want to go to sleep when the zookeeper says it is time. He follows the zookeeper as he says good night to the other animals while unlocking their cages. The zookeeper ends up with a trail of animals who follow him home thanks to the naughty simian. Like Sheldon’s nature to reek havoc then Amy ends up with the mess at home. Cute and funny reference.

3.  Back at the cafeteria:

Cafeteria scenes always take me back to great scenes in earlier seasons and unique bonding time among the male characters. A spoon brings Sheldon to think of Amy 😉👍 and his previous conversation with her. He shares this with the guys with his usual condescending tone. Eliciting a wonderful response to Sheldon’s fascination with a spoon “Unless it was singing “Be our Guest” I doubt it.” Of course I laugh because that line was all it took to play the whole Beauty and the Beast Disney production of this dance-sing scene in my head. 

BONUS: “Gas up the Ford, Martha, were going for a drive”… who can resist those funny idioms when Sheldon’s makes use of his Texas twang? I can’t!!! Swoon! 😍😍😍

4. Sheldon gets a reality check:

Before we can get to enjoy them happy together, Amy first must impose her presence before Sheldon, who is used to getting his way and being the one in charge. We must remember repeated times in the past, Sheldon has imposed himself as the leader and the stubborn strong voice who usually gets his way with those around him. So he assumes this is the way it will work again while making the mistake of overlooking that Amy is just as much a leader as him and that while she is patient and understanding, she is very assertive in establishing boundaries, standing her ground and calling him out on his BS if he is wrong. Go Amy!!!✊🙌 Teach that man how to treat you right!

It goes like this… Sheldon establishes his first ground rule:

Rule #1) “No using sexuality to get you way”

If you read between the lines it means Amy has TOTALLY gotten her way from Sheldon by using sexuality. Agh!!! 😲😲😲 Did you catch that??? And of course… the hips sway.🔥Sorry, I just have to say it. Nice, juicy ass!!! 🍑


Rule #1) “In matters Physics, I have the final say. In matters of Neuroscience, you have the final say. Unless I disagree.”
Rule #2) “When we publish my name goes first. Subsequently if we win any awards I speak first.”

Amy stands her ground and doesn’t even flinch while tossing his notebook out the window. She makes it clear the she makes the rules. 💪👍

Pardon my language but… Amount of fucks given by her = 0.

5. Raj and Penny… so happy together:

Let me just say, I’m loving this friendship pairing and know how awesome it is to have a “Raj” type male friend. 💖They talk work and he totally is interested in listening and offering reassurance. They can share beauty tips, secrets and products. They can go shopping together and share different perspectives. They can taste wine together and we know Penny and wine are like nails and cuticles, inseparable.

Penny needed this. Bernadette  and Amy are in significant and transitional stages of their lives but Penny has said it in the past, she feels her life is the stuck in a rut. Whether true or not, she deserves the kind of attention Raj is able to provide to her while he gains some needed human interaction in return.

Their scenes were cute but funny. They make me me smile. 😊 I will discuss Leonard soon ahead but let me just mention that Leonard’s “Hey, Olsen twins” had me in stitches.

6. Sheldon and Amy… so happy together:

Amy takes command and establishes what appear to be reasonable rules. 


Rule #1) We’re on the same team. We are not in competition.
Rule #2) Disagreements can happen politely. There is no need to call an idea stupid.
Rule #3) Two avoid getting frustrated we take built in breaks and reward our successes with a small treat.

And we get cuteness overload in a short montage… Shamy feels so many feels. Them working together in perfect harmony. But there is one problem, Harmony doesn’t necessarily mean synchronicity. 

There is a sense of feel good but their minds are not attuned… in the exact same zone. And they soon realize that their experiment is garbage. 💩 No need to worry, in relationships and real life not everything goes as planned and we hit bumps in the road. And we learn that chaos is a necessary evil that can ultimately bring solutions. 

7. Leonard’s dilemma:

While I was loving the Raj/Penny friendship dynamic, I also felt terribly bad for Leonard. 😞😞😞 Good thing he had Howie and Bernie to go to. Because he was indeed being left out. He was not only losing his wife’s attention, but also one of his closest friends attention. His marriage has been depicted as struggling this season already so Raj is just another strain on the relationship. While it was hilarious to watch Penny’s face when she realized Leonard had left (Sorry, couldn’t help it, I laughed.😂) It was also terribly sad. Let’s not forget at some point Raj and Penny were actually naked in the same bed together so this can’t be easy.

On the other hand, Leonard needs to make more of an effort too. We all now he loves Penny but a woman needs to feel like their man is interested in the “little” thing that to us are HUGE. Come on Leonard, how could you not know a thing about Penny’s job or even remember one of her co workers name? 😨 Pay attention or give a damn everyone once in a while. Wake up and be as invested as you were when you were trying to get Penny’s interest.

I am grateful to the writers that at least they didn’t make this into another arguing Lenny episode. 

8. Working well under pressure:

Shamy figure it out. Their tension is actually helping them produce more results in their experiment. And prepare yourself for Emmy worthy performances by both Mayim and Jim. 😎 The episode has been setting this moment up and the payoff is well worth every minute. Amy’s nose blow, Sheldon’s attitude, Amy fights back - “I can hear your face, so we’re even!!!” LMFAO!!! And the physical comedy is off the charts with these 2. WOW!

All perfectly played naturally by Jim’s Parson whose Sheldon has become second nature to him. But feeding off his energy and equally impressing every scene a veteran Mayim. Hats off! 👏👏👏 

Wrong answer Sheldon… you bonehead! It can’t always be about science. But Amy, you’ve just added more fuel his fire. HE is sooo enjoying this. #ForScience

9. Howardette and their invisible baby:

I can’t ignore our cute pint sized couple, Howard and Bernie. 😍 Lots of buzz on social media has been created because TPTB have not let Halley be seen and people are dying to see her. Is it gimmicky? Sure. Can you blame them? Nope. With 2 more seasons on their way, something has to be left to explore so I know they will milk that while they can. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the frustration but I’m not annoyed by it nearly as much as I am by the fact the Sheldon still hasn’t proposed, grrrrrr… 😠

Anywho, I’m loving how cozy Bernie and Howard have gotten in their parenting role and even with each other. But I like to see Simon deliver those Howard lines with those facial expressions and hint of sarcasm like only he can. I’m also enjoying the less screechy and softer version of Bernadette with her same sassyness. I am hoping they get a more challenging story line though. I feel like recently they are just use as supporting actors and with a “baby” within them, there are a million opportunities being missed every episode IMO. Take note, writers.

10. Shamy’s new rules… for science of course:

Apparently, Amy and Sheldon discussed this to the point of finally deciding they could do this without compromising their relationship. As always with our adorable couple and this is what I love and admire about them, they communicate and meet halfway. 💖 They are willing to speak each others language, set their boundaries, speak their minds and accommodate the other. #RelationshipGoals


Rule #1) We are on the same team, but it is a competition.
Rule #2) There are definitely stupid questions. And those who ask them can be told so to their stupid face. (Emphasis by Amy on the stupid)
Rule #3) Fair topics for insult include educational pedigree, scientific field, intellectual prowess, and mamas.

Sheldon’s responses are gold for each one:

1) You’re going down, punk. (A bit of healthy arrogance but a provoking sweet nature.)

2) I love that one. (Relaxed face, sips tea.)

3) Yeah, that list is strong. Like your mothers urge to be promiscuous with sailor. 😲 (Hearts melt, panties fall, generalized vascular throbbing and lots of ambulances for us fangirls!!! 🚑🚑🚑 AGH!!! Could he be any hotter????? 🔥🔥🔥)

Two things I will say to this… he totally was provoking her and was hot and titillated by all of this and two, they totally made out after this until their lips were raw and he had rubbed his body all over hers.🙊

BONUS: Amy called him babe and no drug test was requested! Nailed it! 😆 That right there is progress and character development. Thank you, writers!

In summary, a wonderful episode with many highlights. Enjoyed Raj and Penny as bff’s, loved and hope to get more of Shamy working together, liking Howie and Bernie as parents, glad Lenny didn’t argue this episode. Hoping things will get sweet like in the beginning with Lenny. I am also missing guest appearances by some of our own like Wheaton, Kripke (I know he’s on speechless but still miss him) and Mary etc. I’m looking forward to seeing Zack soon. Sorry for the long rambling, I haven’t posted in a long time. Avoiding spoilers and juggling life gets hard sometimes. But I still love my fandom. DM and I will respond. 💖

And as always, ALL gifs by my one of my fabulous besties @platypus-quacks-too … If you haven’t yet, go follow. You will not be disappointed. Thank you to my other besties and Ptery girls in the fandom who motivated me to get back to reviewing and writing. Love ya bunches!

Celebrate Me Home - The One With All the Catharsis (Final Part)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 8.9k ish (nearly half is smut and I don’t even know how that happened)

Warnings: Pain and angst, fighting, SMUT, ORAL (FEMALE RECEIVING), MUTUAL MASTURBASTION (A BRIEF MENTION OF IT), SEX (A TAD BIT DESPERATE), ALL AROUND DIRTY DIRTY DESPERATION, rounded out with a good dose of sap and fluff.

Summary: A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU ~ She’s done too much. She’s caused too many problems. Her judgement isn’t the best, but her heart is in the right place. Although, she’s worries that place just may be back in Pine Tree.

A/n: I can’t believe we’ve come to this point. I can’t believe we’re here. This has been such an experience for me. I’m so glad that I took the time to bring this story to life. It had been eating away at me for years and here we are. Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and reblogging. This part of the story is ending, but this isn’t the last we’ll see of these characters. I promise you that much!

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December 26th, 2011…1 Day after Christmas

It happens in an instant. So quickly and without a second thought, in fact, that Cas doesn’t even get a chance to finish his words. He can’t even complete his sentence before y/n is turning the key in her ignition and pulling out of the parking lot she’d taken residence in for the better part of the day.

How she manages to get her car started and on the road without taking out a tree or woodland creature, she doesn’t know. But she’s speeding down the highway in no time, working the back roads like it’s second nature to her, and at this point she’s sure it is.

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