Wow, a lot of people seem to like my sketches. Since I doubt I’ll ever really clean these fellas up, I guess I can just put em up for viewing. Sorry for the image spam folks but thank you all kindly for the nice comments!
This was back when I first got into the series. Started with Tales. Done in-between breaks from my Final Year Animation Project in school. Woot!
Both platonic and romantic options. Adjust pronouns as necessary!
“Why do you want to hang out with an old guy/lady like me?” “Aren’t you a bit too young for this?” “Aren’t you a bit too old for this?” “What can I say? I’m mature for my age.” “You don’t think this is weird? Us hanging out like this?” “Yeah, I admit it: I’ve got a thing for older guys/women.” “Does that make me a cougar/rhino?” “Mm, I do love me some silver fox.” “My friends won’t quit making fun of me for ‘robbing the cradle.’” “I don’t care how young/old you are! It won’t change how I feel about you.” “We’re both legal, consenting adults. What does it matter?” “Wait, you’re HOW old?!” “Jeez, you could be my dad/mom!” “We’re getting some weird looks.” “I think they think you’re some sort of old pervert.” “My parents don’t like us hanging out.” “I don’t get it! We’re not doing anything wrong.” “I never got along with people my own age.” “Nobody cares who you hang out with once you hit 30.” “We just need to hold off until you’re 18.” “You’re way too young for me.” “You’re way too old for me!”
Summary: Reader feels that Dean is becoming extremely distant and one night she decides she can’t take it anymore.
Word count: 2140 This one really got away from me.
Warnings: SUPER Angsty, Language, Neglection? Is that a thing? Whatever it is now.
I couldn’t take it anymore, he was just so absent. He came home late at night and woke up in the afternoons with hangovers you wouldn’t believe.
He stopped any form of affection other than the occasional night in bed together, which I always gave him because I’m so damn desperate for something to convince me that he cares. Although it always leaves me unsatisfied and with cold sheets besides me the next day. I always say that this is my last time, but then he comes home with a look on his face that I can’t deny and, bam. Here I am again.