the dog and wardrobe

anonymous asked:

How come everybody gets a cool shirt but Akaashi :(( I think he would want one too

the problem with being the long distance friend is that all your other friends have the power to buy you an unnecessary amount of shirts just to make sure you feel included

Undertale IRL

It’s here! The whole kick from the kitstarter has arrived! my box of friendship is number 11, if you got one, let us know whose is yours!

Pictured with some additional friends who arrived along the way - Prescription for Sleep, Vinyl and Extended Dog Song!! Still need to obtain a wardrobe and an army of plastic buddies but oh, ow, that Brexit Britain economy!

In the mean time, we’ve got all these cheerful friends! Featuring classic friends such as Ghoatly Jellybeap, Platonic Concept of Mama, <3s, Ahriman AKA Angra Mainyu brother of Ahura Mazda, Froggems, …Jerry, the one friend with the moths, Heckguy and As A Slime! 

Horso! Boat! The Pain of Living! Mr. Onion! Is that a Sims feeling meter! Slime or Rock! ‘Tentacle’! No seriously, is that one a Sim’s emotional gauge? Hard Mode Bug!

Plus he made them sticky so they’re even more fun! Skully! Tall Skull! Lisard! Date Lizard~! That Cupcake Spider Is Adorable! No, I Mean The One That Is A Cupcake But The One That Makes Em Is Rad Too! A Head! A Whole Head! DANCE! Guy Who Seriously Grinded Out Friendship Gold! Volcanx! Candlor! Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits! 

~Spooky Merch~

More friends than you know what to do with including hell faces why do they remain when I close my eyes!

The Amazing Extended Dog

The House of the Rising FUN! (located in Now Orleans, the dad is bad with names)

Whats in The Box??

Oh, yeah Undertell

It is not hands that open the box, it is desire

Also last count I believe is 7 confirmed dogs and a dog boat (maybe…??) but some dog watchers have rated it possibly as high as 51! This is if you factor in dog boat legs as individual dogs, contemplate amalgam dogs dogginess and consider hot dogs to be dogs (when in fact they are actually a kind of grass, you see em down by rivers all the time) 

got a dog number? let us know but show your working!

this one? definitely a dog, what else has bones

answer- THIS GUY!! (same guy, but definitely dog, note the bone)

great! so I have a little home for my art book friend too! I hope I can download the latest art book onto it to update them pesky pages!

SNUGG!!

With special guest star: THIS ISN’T EVEN MY VINYL FORM!



ACT 2: SECRET ACT (don’t look until 10th of october 8pm or cheat and make it that time!)


tiny cryptid, highly secret

cos ya need ‘can do’ to spell canon donut

ps (thank you!!)

Headcanon: Sirius & Remus

Just some little things from their life together

  • They live together in a small apartment with just the bedroom next to living room with a small kitchen, and the bathroom
  • Sirius always says the kitchen is too small since it’s only two counters, the sink and the stove
  • Remus doesn’t care much about the kitchen but he insists on his little shelf with lots of different types of teas
  • Sirius cares too much. Since he’s the one usually cooking
  • Remus has no talent in cooking. He nearly burnt the kitchen when he tried to make pancakes. But he’s very good in baking cookies since he always helped his mom with it
  • Remus loves watching Sirius cooking
  • Sirius usually ties his hair to a bun when making their food but since he tends to scratch his head with the handle of the spoon, some streads of hair always get loose
  • Sirius loves the cookies Remus is baking. He does it with tea or chocolate or both.
  • Remus insisted to bring his beloved rug to the apartment. He had it in his room before and now it’s in their bedroom. Sirius hates it with passion since he’s always tripping over it
  • Remus has a good laugh everytime which makes Sirius furious. Once he hid the rug… and he wished he wouldn’t had done that
  • Remus tends to forget his mugs wherever he is. Most of the time there’s still cold tea inside
  • Sirius on the other hand scatters his hair bands in the apartment. When Remus is doing the house chores he finds at least five of them on the floor in every room
  • Sirius bought a little wolf figure and keeps it on his nightstand
  • Remus wanted to throw it away at first. Sirius bought another figure. A black dog. It’s now on Remus’ nightstand.
  • They both share a wardrobe. Sirius used a spell to make it bigger on the inside.
  • Sometimes when Remus takes one of his cardigans out of the wardrobe he can smell Sirius on it. First he though it was because they are sharing the wardrobe. But some tend to smell more like Sirius. Remus found out that Sirius is wearing them when he’s not home. There’s one that smells the most. It’s huge and even too big for Remus.
  • Sirius thinks Remus doesn’t know he wears them. But when Remus is not home he wears them and curls up on sofa, smelling Remus in the cardigans.
  • They smell like tea and chocolate, books, ink, warmth, nature and wilderness. Sirius loves that smell.
  • When Remus wears the cardigans Sirius wore before he smells Sirius on them. He smells like smoke of cigarettes and alcohol, leather, gasoline and dog.
  • When Sirius sees Remus in the cardigan he wore before he blushes and gets all nervous
  • Remus loves seeing that reaction on him. He sometimes hides his face in the cardigans and smells it
  • Sirius then blushes even more and most time he suggests to make some tea so he can flee to the kitchen counter and not look at Remus anymore
  • Remus likes to wind him up with those things but he feels exactly the same
  • Those moments when they brush their teeth, looking at each other in the mirror
  • When they sit down on the sofa and touch each other by accident before touching each other not so much by accident
  • The silence they enjoy together when sipping their tea
  • That feeling of finally being home after a long day

…maybe adding some more another time…

Pevensies Post-Narnia Headcanons

- Digory is extra forgiving with them because he kind of understands what they’re going through

- He gives them notebooks, and they write down their experiences and he keeps them in his library

- Once or twice he catches them doing odd or sad things. They’re all a bit guilty of trying to speak with the trees, or the horses, or the dogs. They’ve all been caught sitting in the wardrobe, staring at its back, longingly.

- They are really uncomfortable in their bodies, so they are a bit cranky at first

- When they head home for about a week before going to their schools, he feels very bad for them because he knows they won’t handle it very well

- None of them listen to their mother, but Peter and Susan are the worst offenders. They are so used to being parentless and making their own choices they don’t feel it necessary anymore. They don’t really respect their parents at all. They still love them, obviously, but they don’t need them. They’re fairly self-sufficient and their parents are kind of confused

- When they go to school, they don’t handle it well

- Susan and Lucy get teased a lot for being smart and kind and teacher’s pets

- They’re not used to being teased since they were Queens and they cry and break down a lot and don’t have many friends

- When Peter and Edmund get teased, they start fights. After two fights (individually, without rushing in to defend each other, and without getting caught), the headmaster warns them they will be expelled if they get in another fight

- To deal, all of them join clubs and get involved to get their minds off of what’s happening to them

- Edmund joins a rock-climbing club and drama (rock-climbing is mentioned in the book, actually) He wants to do something that will wear him out and something he can fence in (plus we all know he’s dramatic xD)

- Peter joins debate and impresses the HECK out of his teachers because they always thought he was a trouble maker and he’s actually an amazing debater (from his years of negotiations and discussions as High King)

- Susan joins the swim team because she always loved swimming in Narnia 

- The teachers are all really confused about these kids from Finchley who act so pompous and proper and don’t listen to authority figures

- The students (even their friends) are all really confused because all the Pevensies have these two big screwups that show something is different about them

- The first one is something Lucy does the most (like once a week or somethin’) but all of them do sometimes

- They’ll say like “At home, we used to ride horses/hunt stags/go swimming in the ocean/ride our ships” and their friends are like “ummm aren’t you from Finchley” and the Pevensies will be like “yes. right. home is Finchley. whoops.”

- And the other is something Peter does the most

- They’ll go off on a royal-Narnian-speech tangent and be like using thees and thous and dosts and all sorts of things the kids don’t understand and they won’t stop for like five minutes

- Peter does this during debates and the entire school will get so confused about why he’s doing that and all the very end he’ll realize he’s doing it and he’ll be like “Oh. Sorry.”

Imagine Remus the day after he got drunk
  • <p> <b>James:</b> Moony. What is Narnia?<p/><b>Remus:</b> What? Why you asking?<p/><b>James:</b> You were drunk yesterday<p/><b>Remus:</b> I surely wasn't that drunk...<p/><b>James:</b> Mate, all I can tell you is that I found you in Sirius' wardrobe yelling "Oh holy crap! The entrance to Narnia has been sealed!"<p/><b>Remus:</b> Well shit... Why Sirius' wardrobe?<p/><b>James:</b> You tell me<p/></p>

soliskoroleva  asked:

drunk alina headcanons?

asdjsjk honestly this is my favourite thing ever bc i imagine it only happens like once in a blue moon so it’s A Memorable Event for everyone, esp for alina herself

- everything starts as a dare. darkles decides it would be a Great Idea to try alina’s limits and see how far she’d go in order to defy him so he flicks his wrist at her and says someone so tiny as her couldn’t possibly hold her liquor
- “I CAN HOLD MY LIQUOR!!!!!!!! WHO SAID I CAN’T HOLD MY LI-”, she screams and then looks him dead in the eye and smiles, uncorking the nearest bottle of kvas. oh it’s ON
- darkles is rather amused at first bc alina is either serious or deadpan sarcastic but this is a whole new side of her he’s never seen before
- that is until she starts spitting truth™ about him and he’s like “i’ve taken this into consideration and i’ve decided i don’t like you drunk, alina”
- which only spurts alina on and she reminds him how bad he looks when HE’S drunk
- next thing you know he’s knocking on zoya’s door, reluctantly (and very grumpily) requesting her assistance
- the thing is, alina hates kvas. and i know we’re talking ravkan here but kvas irl is, in fact, a VERY low alcoholic beverage, almost like orange juice with a few drops of alcohol. so alina goes straight for the hard liquor despite her being so tiny she barely reaches darkles’ chest to spit at him in moments of justified rage
- there are four stages of the phenomena called drunk alina:
1) confident, stubborn, almost smug. forgets about the existence of h2o altogether despite everyone telling her she’s gonna get drunk faster if she’s dehydrated. chugs down five shots like it’s nothing. makes bets with everyone around her. ALINA STARKOV DOES NOT GET DRUNK.
2) evidently tipsy but she doesn’t feel sick or anything. tells everyone how much she loves them, including every mug, carpet, flower pot, lamp, dog, the new kefta hanging on her wardrobe door. she’s a loving ball of pure sunshine. just slightly drunk.
3) SEVERELY drunk. she whips out a list of names and starts calling ppl out in alphabetical order until someone has to physically put a hand on her mouth so she doesn’t get in trouble + picks a fight with AT LEAST five giant men and grabs a cucumber when one of them starts to gain on her (nikolai trips him just seconds before he reaches alina but she’s still fuming and going after his pals bc This Drunken Sun Queen Will Not Have Any Of This Misogynistic Bullshit And You Better Watch Out For Her Fresh Cucumber Weapon). genya pulls her aside so she doesn’t tumble down the stairs and tamar reaches for the nearest flower pot in case she literally CAN’T hold her liquor any longer
4) totally out of it. she giggles and sings off key (usually some raunchy sailor song with lots of profanity) until she falls asleep on zoya’s shoulder who’s like the last person standing bc everyone else has started drinking with alina (so they’re sympathetic with her wild kvas jugging ride) and half of them are rolling on the floor, the other are puking in the snow outside, darkles is wringing his hands bc this alina is three times feistier than the regular version and he’s at a complete loss
- she has so many rAgrets in the morning when she wakes up groggy and hungover and feeling like someone’s cutting her skull open
- darkles is perched at the end of her bed, looking rather smug for someone who’s responsible for her suffering
- “i told you you couldn’t hold your liquor”, he says & no one can blame alina for throwing up on him (accidentally ofc. what, you think the girl who threatened the apparat on multiple occasions and meant it, who was ready to fight botkin and dropped shade at any given opportunity would do smth like this? gasps)

natalya911  asked:

is the request open? if yes, may i have headcanons for fem!Dazai,fem!Atsushi,fem!Ranpo,and fem!Chuuya?

(They’re going to be ladies all throughout; i.e. not male Atsushi and female Dazai interacting, but both female Atsushi and female Dazai)

Dazai Osamu

  • Dazai is the most annoying person you will ever have the displeasure of following on social media. Any page made by her, ever, is just a solid wall of memes, the occasional selfie (all of which showcase her newest fabulous suicide attempt; there’s at least two of her, fully clothed, in a bathtub, a toaster dangling above the water), and candid shots of unsuspecting ADA members. These are always accompanied by an astonishingly demoralizing caption and at least four crying-laugh emojis. Dazai also shares the dumbest ‘justgirlythings’ posts she can find and pretends to get personally offended when people question them.
  • Whether she actually likes them, or is just wearing them as a joke, Dazai has a museum-worthy collection of pants with print on the ass. Her favorite is the ‘are you nasty’ booty shorts and she always tries to wear them on Casual Friday. (Naturally, Fukuzawa puts a stop to her less-than-work-appropriate clothing as soon as possible. Dazai’s bitter, Kunikida’s relieved that there’s at least some semblance of law and order in the ADA, and Atsushi… well. She’s just baffled about who even makes something like that.)
  • Dazai makes a lot of dick jokes despite not actually having a penis. Everyone’s heard her tasteless “Not now, boner” quip a minimum of three times, and she especially likes to expose Kunikida to this humor because of how flustered he gets. Dazai also chants a lot of male-geared songs (think ‘Dick in a Box’). For someone who doesn’t have a penis, she brags about it quite often.
  • Dazai often says ‘I woke up like this’ when complimented. She does not, in fact, ever wake up like that. Although it doesn’t take much personal effort or grooming for Dazai to look like a goddess, she still needs to put in some work to be flawless. Her whole morning routine takes a little more than half an hour, but she swears up and down she simply rolls out of bed looking perfect.
  • Dazai’s the girl that observes no personal space whatsoever when it comes to other ladies. Unless she specifically doesn’t like someone, she’s usually standing mere inches away, using their shoulder as an armrest, slouching against them while she’s sitting. These gestures aren’t overtly flirtatious, but Dazai’s just open enough with other girls to get them wondering. Does she swing that way? She’s never expressly said, but her nails are usually pretty short…
  • If you’re going clubbing, Dazai is the lady you need to go with. Not is she completely immune to getting white-girl wasted (although she’s a bit rowdier, Dazai is, all in all, a relatively composed drunk), she can swing free drinks for every single girl at the bar with her. Plus, she’s got a near enycolpediac knowledge of date-rape drugs, and she’s prepared to absolutely wreck any guy that tries something funny.
  • Dazai is the master of starting drama and does so often. She doesn’t mind being in the center, but her favorite place is along the sidelines where she can observe everything. Dazai sets up a juicy situation, waits for the victims to get into it, and sits back with a bucket of popcorn.
  • Whenever someone she’s not interested in asks for her number, she writes down Kunikida’s. Unless they’re really being a grade-A asshole about it. Then she’ll give them Chuuya’s number.

Nakajima Atsushi

  • By all appearances, Atsushi’s quite the stereotypical hipster. There’s not much in her closet other than baggy sweaters and pastel colors, and her interior decoration isn’t much different. There’s a few cacti scattered around on windowsills, along with things she bought just because they looked cute. Atsushi’s got an expansive collection of plushies and puffy stickers. Despite all of this, she’s a bit confused if someone accuses her of being a hipster; Atsushi’s practically blind to the physical evidence, and besides, she doesn’t act like one. She’s not near pretentious enough.
  • Atsushi’s quite self-conscious about her body, especially her chest. If a girl’s got large breasts, Atsushi’s going to notice; even if she tries to concentrate fully on a conversation, her eyes will naturally wander, focusing on what she wishes she had. Despite this, she considers push-up bras a bit too brazen of a solution; she bought one once, on a whim, and it’s remained stuffed in a drawer ever since. 
  • Atsushi can always be counted on to spare a tampon. You’ll need to say flat-out if you need one, because all of the seemingly obvious hinting does nothing to lead her to the right conclusion. She’ll blush a bit, stutter a few embarrassed ‘oh’s (especially if you’ve been trying to get her to pick up your subtle hints for awhile) and dig into her purse for an extra. Even if the stowed-away package is her last one, and she’s on her period herself, Atsushi still gives it to you.
  • It’s an accident, but Atsushi ends up personifying anything and everything basic sometimes. She’s completely unaware that knockoff Uggs, cinnamon-spice lattes, and anything from the gluten-free menu is seen in a negative light. If Dazai’s not there to poke fun at her, Atsushi indulges in all of the classic white-girl luxuries, none the wiser as to her hipster tendencies.
  • Atsushi loves playing with hair. She’s a bit rubbish at styling her own, but if there’s someone else around that gives the go-ahead, her fingers are instantly going to be trailing their scalp. Typically, Atsushi sticks with simple things like braids or head massages, but if she’s got plenty of extra time and bobby pins, she’ll try twisting their hair into something more complicated. Even though it always ends up gorgeous, Atsushi always undoes it after she’s done, unless her subject specifically orders her to leave it alone.

Edogawa Ranpo

  • Most forms of grace or manners are entirely lost on Ranpo. It’s not like she goes out of her way to be rude, and she’ll contain many gross breaches of conduct, like burps or blowing her nose in front of others. Posture, though, is a lost cause. Ranpo’s always caught slouching, arms crossed behind her head and feet propped up, legs spread far, on whatever surface is closest. Whenever someone suggests she cross her legs, she just pouts. Sometimes, the only way to escape a glance of Ranpo’s thighs, or even underwear, depending on how high her feet are propped, is to simply not look.
  • Ranpo’s either dressed in a skirt and tights or sweatpants. There’s no in between. The fashion aspect has little to do with it, although she does like how cute she looks sporting a flirty skirt. Usually, she just throws on whatever’s clean.
  • Ranpo’s shaved probably twice in her entire life. It’s not that she’s against the act; in fact, she loves that her legs are so soft and smooth without hair. Despite this, she simply can’t be bothered to put in the effort. Shaving takes forever, after all, and she could be doing much better things (eating candy or solving murders. Either works) with her time. Of course, the longer she puts the razor off, the thicker her leg-hair jungle gets, and the more time-consuming cutting back the growth gets. It’s a vicious cycle. If the hair gets too bad, Ranpo whines at one of her ADA coworkers to bring her to a salon so that she can get her legs waxed. (Usually, it’s a lady, but once Yosano was completely occupied and Dazai and Atsushi were working a case together, so the burden fell to Kunikida. Needless to say, not his favorite day on the job.)
  • Whenever someone’s trying to flirt with Ranpo, she’s completely oblivious. Someone buys her morning coffee for her? Well, it’s just because she’s the greatest detective, and they’re showing their appreciation. Someone subtly slips her their number? They probably have a case that needs solving, and they’re trying to let her know to reach them, if she has some spare time.
  • As opposed to Dazai, Ranpo does actually ‘wake up like this’. She can roll out of bed looking ready for the runway, fuzzy pajama pants and all. About the only thing Ranpo does to keep up appearances is brush her teeth; the rest just sort of falls into place. Nobody can rock the cute, messy look like Ranpo can.
  • None of Ranpo’s pants have pockets in them. She’s always fooled by the fake-opening trick, and in the rare occasions that she does any shopping, she always forgets to check to make sure there’s actually a pocket underneath the lining. Of course, she never holds on to receipts; even if she did, she’s too lazy to return anything. Whenever she’s wearing a pair of the pocket-less pants she refuses to shut up about it. Everyone is going to hear about how shitty her sans-pocket pants are.

Nakahara Chuuya

  • Chuuya considers herself a femme fatale, and judging by first appearances, you’d probably think so, too. She’s a sex bomb and she’s entirely aware of it. Chuuya doesn’t walk, she struts: chin up, back straight, eyes steely. The confidence simply radiates. Despite her self-assurance, she’s still a dork. You’d never know unless you hung out with her, though, and she doesn’t even fully realize it herself.
  • She keeps it light and classy, but Chuuya’s a makeup goddess. After one too many times of a young Chuuya breaking into Kouyou’s lipstick and absolutely covering everything in red stains, the woman taught her young maquillage enthusiast how to properly apply it. Since then, Chuuya’s tackled a little bit of everything; she’s got a firm handle on everything from contouring to false eyelashes, though she prefers only scant makeup for the day-to-day. Like Kouyou, she’s drawn to red lipstick, and isn’t caught dead without winged eyeliner on.
  • Chuuya is the rare breed of lady that can sprint with high heels on. She doesn’t usually wear heels; she’s practical, after all, and stilettos aren’t necessary on missions. When she wants to show off, though, she’ll pop on a pair of pumps and flaunt her parkour skills.
  • Chuuya’s wardrobe radiates class, and her ‘casual’ wear is nothing short of acceptable for a five-star restaurant. There’s barely any pants to be seen in her closet; it’s all dresses. She’s got a personal tailor, and he’s wary to sew anything else for fear that she’ll scoff because it simply isn’t classy enough.
  • Chuuya has entire drawers brimming with sexy lingerie. Most of it is lace, although there’s leather here-and-there for when she’s looking for something out of the ordinary. Despite the veritable underwear museum, she’s not usually wearing something sexy under her clothes. More often than not, she’s got standard cotton panties on, and mismatches bras and underwear a lot more often than you’d expect. Chuuya only breaks out the naughty wear if she’s in a very particular mood.
  • Ever the romantic, Chuuya often daydreams about her dream partner sweeping her off her feet and whisking her to paradise. Despite that desire, she’d probably slice anyone who tried seducing her. Anyone who wants a chance with Chuuya will have to simply drop hints as to their intent and let her come to them.
Sam Winchester-Not the same

Title: Not the same

Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count:1747

Summary: Imagine being Sam’s girlfriend, who also hunts, and coming back from a single hunt alone, covered in bruises and limping. Sam tries to find out what happened but reader has isolated herself. 

Warning: Graphic! Mentions of torture! Very gory!

You dragged your limping body towards the familiar bunker door. You were hardly recognisable. Your face was coated in your own blood and others blood. Your brow was split, your lip too. A large black bruise was hiding on your eye, somewhere underneath all that blood. Your hair was tasselled and a big ball of knots that too were coated in blood. Your clothes were ripped and torn, your one foot hovering off the ground as you limp. Bruises embedded into your hips and your stomach, your spine throbbing painfully. And again… your body covered in blood.

There was so much blood.

It was everywhere.

Your face was pulled into a sour expression, a permanent scowl embedded deeply into your torn lip as your eyes narrowed dangerously. Your pupils were blown wide, your orbs darkening a good few shades. If anyone were to see you now, they would be rise to run away.

You reached your blood coated fingers into your pocket, fishing for the bunker key as you carefully limped down the hatch and opened the doors. A large creaking sounded as you appeared at the top of the stair case.

Sam and Dean were sitting on the long, oak table. Sam on his laptop (of course) and Dean eating a burger (of course). You gritted your jaw, grinding down your teeth as you limped down the stairs. The clang of the metal signalled your boyfriend and Dean as they both looked over.

The brothers mouths both dropped open as they darted out to greet you.

“Baby, what happened?’‘Sam whispered in terror.

Normally, you would come down the stairs holding only a few injuries and covered in a lot less blood, Sam would fluster and panic over you and he’d help you sit down and you’d tell them what happened.

Not this time.

Sam reached out to help you sit down but you simply continued walking. They watched you limp, it was an obvious limp, your foot barely touched the ground and when it did you went down pretty far with a jolt.

”(Y/n)?“Sam called. He raced up, gently gripping your upper arm and turning you around. His face stumbled with shock as he was met with your cold glare.

’'What’'You spat. You always got like this when you were put in a scarring situation. You didn’t know how to deal with fear and sadness and so instead you snapped at people because rage was something you knew best.

Sam knew this. He knew you replaced fear with anger and so he agreed to leave you alone. It was painful for him to do so. He hated seeing you like that and wanted to help put you together, he wanted to listen to you so you wouldn’t be so angry, it wasn’t healthy doing that.

But, Sam knew it would be better to give you time. He heard your wincing as you showed, heard the small stumbles as you tried to keep yourself up from walking on just one leg.

In Sam’s head he was sure it was a broken leg or maybe a really bad cut. He had no idea what really had happened was much more painful.

That night Sam was already in bed. He was sitting up, a book clenched in his hands as he read the words slowly. He couldn’t focus though, he glanced up when the door open.

Your had brief eye contact with Sam for a second as you held your breath and looked away. Sam watched in concern, his soft puppy dog eyes watching you as you limped over to your wardrobe.

You were clean now but your hands were shaking. He knew it was something to do with your leg. His eyes fell to your leg, watching as you limped. You peeled off your clothes, falling slightly and quickly grasping onto the near by table as you tried to pull your top over your head.

Sam got out of bed and made his way towards you.

’'Here. Let me’'Sam whispered. His soft fingertips grasped the edge of your shirt. You watched him carefully before nodding and looking away. Sam frowned when he finally pulled the clothing off your torso and stepped back to look at all the bruises.

You said nothing, just pressed your lips firmly together and let him observe the damage. Sam came close again, his head rested atop of yours as his fingers gently grasped your hips.

’'Baby, what happened?’'Sam mumbled, his lips pressing soothingly into the crown of your head. His eyes bored into yours but you just shrugged and looked away. A tear slid down your cheek as Sam’s mouth parted in shock.

More concern overwhelmed him as it was a very rare thing for you to cry. He swiped away the tear with his thumb and sighed quietly. He knew he wasn’t going to get anything out of you.

He pulled a pyjama top over your head before his fingers slid to your jeans.

’'NO!’'You yelped, grabbing his hands and pushing them away. The fear in your eyes was evident. Your hand slowly moved over to hover over your leg as you turned it away from Sam. His eyes fell back to your leg before looking back to you.

”(Y/n), it’s okay. Whatever happened to your leg, I-“

’'No, Sam’'You said firmly, showing him you weren’t gonna budge. Sam nodded, holding his hands up in defence as he grasped the hair at the nape of your neck and softly ran his fingers through it.

It had been a few days and Sam still had not gotten anything out of you. You were quiet, isolating yourself as you were always in a room the other one wasn’t. You were always seated far away so no contact had to be made and when it was, you always jumped.

Sam had been leaving you to yourself for the past few days but when he passed the bathroom he could hear it. He frowned, pressing his ear against the door.

’'Shit’'You cursed.

You were crying softly, whimpering as you sounded like you were panicking. Sharp intakes were heard almost every passing second as your let out a loud sob that was soon muffled. Sam had had enough.

”(Y/n)? (Y/n)! open the door’'Sam called, knocking on the door in a panic. “(Y/n), baby open the door!’'Sam pleaded.

’'Go away, Sam!’'You cried out. You refused to come out and after a few hours of waiting, Sam finally left you too it.

Night came again but this time Sam wasn’t going to watch you lifelessly limp your way into bed and roll away from his touch. No.

Sam placed down his book as he watched you get dressed. You had been able to manage to put on your pyjama top but you never took off your jeans.

Sam stood up, peeling back the covers as he stood in front of you, blocking you from the bed.

”(Y/n). Tell me what happened’'Sam whispered firmly. His voice was soft and sweet yet pleading and firm. “You can’t keep avoiding me, you’ll have to tell me one time or another’'He tried when he noticed you just looked away from him.

He waited patiently for your response before you nodded. He nodded back, shuffling as he waited nervously. You grasped onto his shoulder, confusion knitting into his brows as you dipped your body, using Sam for support as you pulled off your jeans. Your pulled on some Pyjama shorts and let go of Sam.

His eyes fell to your leg now he could finally see it that it was cladded in jeans. His mouth fell open as his stomach tightened. A large hole was burrowed through your leg. Sam covered his mouth as he saw how badly stitched the hole had been done, it was half tied together and half open. Your leg was raw red, coated in dried and fresh blood.

You limped over to the bed and sat down. Tears fell as Sam sat beside you.

’'What happened?’'He whispered, his brows furrowed in worry.

’'I got caught’'You started, looking at Sam to see his eyes boring deeply into yours. He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

’'I got caught and I was tied up in this chair. They told me that I was going to be in a lot of pain soon, I thought it was the usual cut-you-with-a-knife-torture, but it wasn’t. I had felt a lot of pain in my life but this… it’s the worse yet’'You whimpered as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed.

Sam wrapped you up in his arms, his warm embrace giving you comfort as he stroked your back lovingly. ”(Y/n), you don’t have to go on’'He whispered, planting delicate kisses over your face. You pulled back and shook your head.

“Anyway, I laughed in his face, told him I’d take whatever he gave me. He said he was glad I thought that because what was going to happen to me was going to be important. I had no idea what he meant but then I was dragged into this room-I-they… they strapped me in this table-my back against the table and all I could see was this bright light in my eye. Next thing I know, a loud buzzing sound is heard. Then they-’'You stopped again, slightly gasping for air as you tried not to choke.

’'What? What did they do to you, (y/n)?’'Sam gulped. He was torn between wanting to cry and wanting to rip their heads off if they weren’t already dead.

’'They started drilling into my leg. I felt the drill go through my flesh…through my muscle and then it started drilling through my bone. The pain-it was horrible- I’ve never been in so much agony. They took out a piece of bone, said they needed it for something’'You shrugged as you used your hand to wipe away the tear in your eye.

Sam ran his hands over his face as he breathed out shakily. He stared at the wall before he heard the soft sound of you whimpering his name. His face softened as he caught you and gently eased you into his lap.

’'God, (y/n), baby, I’m so sorry’'Sam whispered, his own eyes tearing up. ’'I promise I’m gonna help you get better, okay’'He soothed, his lips pressing tightly to your forehead.

Sam held you the rest of the night, not letting you go into you finally found peace in his arms and fell into a restful sleep.  

anonymous asked:

Can I request GoM + Kagami+Kuroko when their s/o runs to their bedroom panicking and telling them they just saw a monster in their (s/o's xD) room? :D But it's not true ofc :P sth just scared them

You know what? I misunderstood your request and wrote it in a wrong way. Forgive me, please. If you want I can write it again, let me know.

But please - enjoy.

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Kuroko

“S/o-chan..” Kuroko said, looking at you and waiting patiently for your response, which he did not get.

After five minutes of you ignoring him, he shook your arm gently. “S/o notice me, I’m slightly panicking.”

That time you turned your head slowly towards him, somehow trying also to focus on your homework. “Tetsu, you don’t panic at all.” You stated sceptically, watching his emotionless face.

“I am a mess inside, believe my words.”

“Okay, then. What’s wrong?”
You asked, tilting your head until it touched your left shoulder.

“I think I saw a monster under your bed.” He answered,completely serious as expected.

You just looked at him with disapprobation, however, he seemed not to notice your nasty look. Time to play along. Clicking your tongue, you decided to finally ask.

“How did it look?”

“It had huge red eyes, sharp claws and eyebrows just like Kagami.” His statement made you laugh and put place next to you, ready for him to sit on.

“As long as it does not look like furious Akashi, I am able to welcome him in my house.” You chuckled, wrapping arms around his waist.

“That’s rude S/o-chan, appreciate that I won’t tell him this.” He said kissing your forehead.

“Then you should appreciate my patience for your jokes.’

’‘You have a point here.”

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs



Kagami

Kagami was a patient man, Kagami was a very good person, Kagami was also a great boyfriend. But - Kagami had enough of your shit. 

Every time you pranked him, everyfreakingtime he couldn’t do anything, but withstand your stupid. However, now he had an idea.
Kagami was going to revenge his poor humiliated person. And it will be great!

He was preparing that whole idea for almost a week, now. He asked you on a date, which was today.

He made your favourite meal for dinner.
He cleaned his living room for your movie night.
He bought three movies, two comedies and one, terrifying horror, which would definitely scare the shit out of you.

After that he would let you shower first and while you were in the bathroom, the whole power in the house would suddenly go out. Oh, so such a surprise!
Then, when you came out, shaking like a wet dog, of course, he would be ready for you in his wardrobe. You would be calling his name and finally come into his bedroom! And boom! He would jump and make the best prank-revenge ever!

Everyone who ever thought about Kagami as an idiot was wrong! Horribly wrong!

For the past three hours, he couldn’t find a place for himself. He was walking from room to room, checking if everything is alright with DVDs and his TV. You will knock on his door at every moment now.

His body froze when he heard the doorbell. He was walking really slowly, due to his nervousness and when he opened the door, he thought he was seriously going to die! You brought Kuroko with you!

“Hey Taiga! Look who came!”
You exclaimed, throwing your body at him, enveloping him in a bear hug. 

“What’s with this long face, you grumpy man?”

“Yes, Kagami-kun. You should be happy we came to visit you and you do not to be alone anymore.” Kuroko stated as calm as ever, but Taiga could see how the corners of his mouth rose slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, yeah! And look who we brought with us! He was the most excited to see you!” And then you bent over, picked something small and hairy from the ground and held right in front of his face. 

Kagami’s unhappy scowl immediately changed into an utterly frightened expression.

“N-Nigou!” The dog barked happily and left your arms, clearly wanting to go and chase poor red head for a bit.

“Stupid, he though he could prank us.’' 

’'Kagami-kun isn’t the most clever person.’' 

’'I’m kinda glad to have you as my partner in crime, Tetsu.’' 

’'Likewise, miss s/o.”

Originally posted by ahogintoki



Aomine

You jumped from the place you stood when you heard a terrifying scream coming out of your room. Shaking off the terror you’ve just experienced, you run in there as fast as you possibly could. As you thought it was Daiki, who immediately reached his hands towards your not amused figure, from a spot under your bed.

“S/O! Help me get out of here! He is holding me!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite understanding the whole situation. Why the hell did you agree to be his girlfriend in the first place? Ah yes, he is handsome. That’s the only reason. 

“By he you mean, who exactly?”

“The monster! He is just behind him! DO SOMETHING!” He screamed again, making you roll your eyes so hard they almost fall. You stepped from your left leg to your right one, before storming out of the room, not forgetting about shutting the door closed.

“W-who? What the hell? You are supposed to be my girlfriend, not someone who helps murder me!’' 

’'Shut the fuck up, you idiot. I hope you rot there.’' 

’'Heh, love you too.’’

‘'Fuck off.”

Originally posted by usagisoup



Kise

“S/O! HELP ME!” Kise screamed, running to the kitchen, where you were trying really hard to concentrate on making dinner.

“What’s going on with you again?! I should have left you in the basement!” You face showed not so happy emotions, he really was the only one who could make you absolutely angry without any reasons.

“THERE’S MONSTER! RIGHT IN YOUR ROOM! I SAW IT!!” Yes, you totally believed him, even when he was desperately trying to hide his stupid grin. Ah, fuck it.

“OH GOD? YOU SAW HIM TOO? I guess it’s his feeding time. He really likes to eat men. You remember my dad?”
He instantly paled and nodded.

“Monster is the reason why he is not with us anymore. It seems to like only men as his meals.” Well, he was on a business trip, but who cares.

“I hope he would like you too, because I have nothing else.” Then you smirked evilly at him, your eyes showed guiltiness.

“W-what? You would not sacrifice my-your handsome boyfriend, would you-you?” He stuttered, taking few steps back.

“Forgive me, Kise.”
You said softly, giving him your kindest smile.

And that was the moment when Ryouta run away from your house screaming like a child, who has just lost his parents. And you? You finished making dinner for two and ate it all by yourself.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


Midorima

10 minutes ago Shintarou, who insisted on visiting your house tonight went to your room, because of the reasons you didn’t know (you didn’t really want to) and didn’t come out since.

You were sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for him to come back, but after some time your eyes started to be very heavy. You couldn’t help yourself and finally fell asleepMidorima thought this day couldn’t get any worse when Takao dared him to prank you, but when he saw that you were sleeping, and waking you up meant the submarine as a death wish, he instantly felt even more terrible than before.

He started shaking your body, gently at first, but then more and more violently until both of his arms started to ache a bit. Groaning, he sat next to you and put his head on your shoulder.

“S-Shin?” You asked, rubbing his eyes.

“What took you so long?’’ It sounded so innocent that Midorima couldn’t help, but melts inside and want nothing more than to cuddle you the whole day. Not that he would say it directly, though.

’'N-nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s sleep some more.”

“M'kay.”


Originally posted by wannawatchfriends


Akashi

Akashi didn’t like cleaning, not at all. However, sometimes it needs to be done, so as a responsible and mature person he really tried. He started with bathroom, then the kitchen and living room and the only room left was your shared bedroom. 

You came home earlier than always and decided to make a dinner. Your cleaning boyfriend was a nice surprise and it kind of some chores of your back, so you were grateful.

While you were carefully cutting vegetables, he was making a bed, but quickly got distracted by the sound of his phone ringing. Without thinking much, he turned to it dropping box full of your jewellery by accident.

He frowned upon seeing his act of clumsiness, which not happened very often, and went under the bed to put your things in their rightful place. In the meantime, you finished what you were doing and made your way to Akashi, in hope that he was ready to have a dinner with you.

Without knocking, because who knocks on their own door, you barged into the bedroom looking around. It was kind of creepy, Akashi was nowhere to be seen, but it still looked clean as hell.  And right in the moment you wanted to scream his name, you heard suppressed moan followed by a very disturbing voice whispering your full name. Shivers run down your spine, you started to back off slowly and then you saw it - bloody red eyes right under your bed.

Your mind went completely blank and not caring about hot meal waiting for you - you run away as fast as you could yell like someone wanted to murder you.

Seijuro couldn’t really believe his eyes. He knew that sometimes he looked scary, but whatthefuck. He stood up and facepalmed probably for the first time in his life. Now he had nothing more left than go after you and put some sense into your head.

Originally posted by allthereactions


Murasakibara


So basically, your day was absolutely terrible. People you met were shitty, weather cried at your ugliness, and everything seemed to want to kill you.

Yeah, day like any other.

The only things you wanted to do was lay down, watch Game of Thrones on your laptop and eat Atsushi’s trashy food and then see him cry. Hell yay.

Changing your clothes into more comfortable ones, your mind was slowly floating on an obscure boat towards your coach and your body decided to follow it. Sitting, hugging the blanket close to your body, your hands reached for the laptop and headphones. Making yourself more comfortable you finally put your favourite show on and decided to ignore the rest of the world forever. Or just tonight. Whatever.

When you came home and didn’t even greet Murasakibara, he knew that you had a bad day. His own mood was very good and he kind of wasn’t ready for your anger, so he started thinking of ways to make you feel better. Pranking you seemed like a good idea, you liked jokes and laughing at nothing very important, so why not? However, he had no idea how to prank.. #yolo

“S/o-chin.” He called your name, after five minutes standing behind you unnoticed.

“There’s a ghost in our room.”


“Atsushi, leave me alone. I’m not hungry.” You said these words with such disgust, he felt like he was talking with Gordon Ramsay.

“Not a roast, S/o-chin! Ghost! Scary, white dead person!”

“Go away.” He scratched the back of his head, thinking about something different.

“I was just joking. It was a monster! He is eating your shoes right now!”

“Rollercoaster? Are you insane? If you don’t leave me alone right now, I will break your every finger in two places!”

“B-but a vampire..”

“You know what? I’m going to sleep and you can eat a roast, or go to the amusement park or listen to this choir alone!” You kicked your blanket off and stormed out of the room faster that he has even seen.

“Well, at least she left some food for me.”

Originally posted by magrittephil

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I edited this, cuz I made some mistakes :>

A Teacup Tempest

The first sign of trouble was Teacup.  Specifically that Teacup was sitting outside on the stoop with a forlorn expression, if a dog has a forlorn expression that is.  Charles bent to scratch the poor creature behind the ear and noticed that she was wet and smelled especially fresh, like fresh lemons to be exact. So, a freshly washed dog sitting on the stoop instead of beside the hearth and no wife to greet him.  He sighed.  At least it would likely be a good story.

Cautiously, he pushed the door open and glanced around the living room.  The fire in the hearth had died down to nearly embers and no wife lying on the sofa or curled in the comfy armchair.  His frown deepened, definitely not a good sign.  There was nothing she liked better than a warm fire and a good book on a rainy day.  Now he was worried.   Just then, his attention was caught by a loud noise from the general direction of the kitchen followed thankfully by a feminine voice exclaiming a decidedly un-feminine word.  His relief had him smiling broadly as he strode quickly to the kitchen, but the smile dropped from his face at the sight before him.

Whatever words of greeting along with the power of speech fled, but he must have made some semi-articulate sound because his wife turned to greet him.  That made him almost light-headed as all blood left his brain to travel southward.  Something must have shown on his face because her smiling greeting turned to one of worry.

“Charles, Charles, are you well?  You look as though you might faint,” she stepped toward him anxiously.  Her movement seemed to bring some sense back into his head.

Swallowing once or twice, he managed to ask, “Elsie, is that what I think it is?”

Her cheeks tinted faintly as she glanced down at herself, only to notice exactly what had her husband so speechless.  The water had splashed and this fabric wasn’t that thick.

Looking back at him with a smug smile, she answered, “If you’re thinking I’ve nicked one of your shirts then it is.  Do you mind?”

His eyes trailed down her body, from the bulging buttons over her chest where the water had splashed causing the shirt to cling tightly to her figure, to the rolled up sleeves, and finally down to where the tail of the shirt ended just above her shapely calves. He took another step toward her and shook his head.

“Not at all, but may I at least ask why?”

Her lips quirked up on both sides as he reached for the lapels of the shirt.   “Your blasted dog decided that she needed to take a run through the mud.”

“My dog?” he asked, dipping his head to nuzzle just below her left ear.  “I seem to remember that Teacup was your idea.”

She stretched up to wrap her arms around his neck, “Humph, it’s not my feet she’s always wanting to sleep on at night, and she’s not my dog when I have to run around the back garden trying to catch the little bi—“

He cut her off with a searing kiss.  Smiling at her breathless response, he said, “Now, now, dear wife.  While that word might be technically correct, you still shouldn’t call her such things.  Um, one dirty dog doesn’t explain how your entire wardrobe is reduced to one of my shirts, however.”

“It does when that dog decides to hide herself in my wardrobe so she won’t be bathed.”

“Ahhh,” he answered, less and less interested in the conversation as he began to unbutton the shirt and followed his hands with lips teasing at her skin as it was revealed.

“Um, and just what, oh that’s nice,” she murmured as he ran one hand down her side, “um, what do you intend to do about it?”

“I intend to reclaim my property,” he said firmly with a predatory gleam in his eye as his hands and lips traveled lower.  “That shirt belongs in my wardrobe, I believe.”  

And that was how Teacup spent the day in the rain.  (But got extra treats at dinner)

(For mrpoohnminnie  Enjoy your exams and thank you for the plot bunny.)

one shot — skinwalker

Request: Write about the reader being a Skinwalker and falls love with Dean. Then Dean ended up arguing with her and she gets mad and running off. 1 year passed, found her as a dog and took her in. Both of them gone she shifted human wearing Deans clothes. :) — requested by aceydo

Summary: Dean finds out that the reader is a skinwalker and they have a fight. In the end the reader runs off and lives as dog. A year later she gets hit by a car – the impala. 

Words: 1,537

A/N: My longest story so far. I’m proud of myself for this and that I finished it today. :D If you want a part 2 just let me know. 



“Y/N? Can you come here please!” Dean’s voice sounded through the bunker and you were a bit confused why he sounded so angry. But you don’t wanted him to wait so you got up from the couch in the library and went to the kitchen where Dean’s voice came from.

“Yeah? What’s up, baby?” you asked and raised frowned when he glared at you.

“Don’t call me ‘baby’. And you know exactly what’s up.” The was a deep furrow between his eyebrows that appeared every time when he was angry.

“I have no idea,” you said, honestly. You really didn’t know what was his problem. He just had been on a supply run. Both of you hadn’t even talked with each other until now.

Dean laughed, ironically and folded his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t play the innocent, Y/N. I know exactly what you are.”

You flinched because of the snidely tone in his voice when he talked.

“Dean-,” you began but you got interrupted by him. “No, no ‘Dean’. I know what you are. You are one of these creatures that we’re hunting all the time. I did a bit research because I was a bit confused when there was fur in our bit. You should have hid it better. When do you wanted to tell me?!” he shouted.

You hated it when someone called you ‘creature’. Especially when it was Dean.

It hurt but you don’t wanted to show him. You tried to hold your tears and concentrate at your anger.

You folded your arms, too and laughed snidely. “Yes, I am. But you it doesn’t seemed like you had a problem with this,” you hissed.

“Because you hadn’t told me ‘bout it. You are a skinwalker, Y/N. I can’t be together with a monster!”

It felt like you got punched right in the feels. Dean, the man you loved, just called you a monster. The tears began to stream down your face but you ignored them.

“If this is what you want,” you whispered, turned around and headed towards the room you both shared.

You heard Dean behind you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving, Dean, that’s what I’m doing,” you shouted back. “If you can’t be together with a monster I won’t force you.”

Within five minutes you got all what you needed and returned to the kitchen were Dean was sitting at the table.

“I hope you’ll be happy without me, the monster. I just wanted you to know that I’ve never killed anybody. But that doesn’t seem to interest you!” You swirled around and left the bunker, slamming the door.

You just headed towards the small town which was near the bunker. But at half way you changed your direction and disappeared in the forest.

When you were sure that you were far away enough from the town, the bunker, dean, you sat down and leaned your back against the trunk of a tree.

The tears streamed down your face and your body was shaking because of the heavy sobs. Dean didn’t even followed you. You were negligible. He never loved you. Wherefore? You were a monster, he was right. You didn’t deserve him.

But it hurt as hell because you wanted him. He was important to you but now it was all over.

You shifted into your dog form. This was less painful. When you were a dog you hadn’t as much feelings as a human.


one year later

You were thinking when you crossed the street and didn’t see the car. The black impala neared fast and the driver didn’t see you either. When he noticed you it was too late. There was just a small distance between the car and you left.

The brakes squeaked, you turned your head into the direction where the sound came from and saw a floodlight.

Your eyes widened in shock before suddenly a sharp pain hit you. You felt how you got catapulted through the air before you hit the hard ground and everything went black.


Dean POV

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted when the car stopped finally. His eyes were directed towards the lifeless body of the dog which was laying in front of his baby.

“Dean, we should get the dog to a clinic,” Sam said and put the map aside. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Dean nodded and opened the driver’s door. He headed towards the body and knelt beside it.

Blood was streaming but he didn’t see where it came from. One of the legs was directed in a very strange angle which seemed definitely wrong.

“Fuck,” Dean whispered and lifted the body, carefully.

He knocked against the passenger’s door’s window and handed the dog to Sam. “You know where’s the next clinic?” he asked his brother and sat down behind the steering wheel.

“I guess there’s one in the small town near the bunker.” Sam tried to hold the body as carefully as possible.

“Well, let’s save a dog’s life.” Dean tried a grin but Sam just glared at him. “That’s not funny, Dean. Maybe you killed him.”

“Hey! He’s still breathing.” Dean started the engine and drove as fast as he can towards the clinic not knowing that the dog was you.


Reader POV

When you opened your eyes you needed some time to remember what happened. Then it hit you like a flash. You were struck by a black impala and you would bet everything that this had been Dean’s car.

You tried to look around but when you raised your head pain passed through your body and you whimpered.

You felt eased when you noticed that you were still in your dog form. You really don’t wanted to know Dean that you were you.

“Dean, I think she’s awake,” you heard Sam’s voice and your tail wagged automatically.

Sam appeared in your sight and you saw him smiling. “How are you feeling?” he asked and you twisted your head a bit. Didn’t he knew that dogs weren’t supposed to talk with humans.

You whimpered a softly when you felt the pain again.

“I know. The doctor said that you’ll be will be feeling better in a few weeks.” You wagged your tail again and Sam chuckled.

“You know that dog’s can’t talk, Sammy?” Dean said and when he appeared in your sight, too, you immediately stopped wagging your tail.

“I think she knows that you were the driver,” Sam said and patted your head softly before he sat down at the couch.

You noticed that you were in the library. Dean glanced at his brother at sat down then, too.

“I still can’t believe that the doctor wanted us to take care of her. We’re too busy for a dog,” Dean said.

You felt the tiredness coming back and felt asleep.


“We’re leaving now, Jude,” you heard Sam shouting through the bunker. “You still don’t have to talk with the dog, Sammy. And I still don’t like that name,” you heard Dean.

You barked as answer and heard Sam chuckle before the bunker’s door closed and you were alone. You were living with the boys now for about one and a half week and you were feeling a lot better. You still felt pain when you moved but at least you were able to move.

When you were sure that they were away you shifted into human and entered Dean’s room. This was the first time in human form for over a year and you moved a bit shaky. Not least because your leg was still broken.

But somehow you made it into Dean’s room and sat down on his bed, exhausted. His smell was everywhere. Not as intensely like when you were a dog but still very strong.

You opened his wardrobe and choose one of his shirts. You put it on and inhaled the smell.

You still loved him but his words had been clear and unmistakeable.

You didn’t know how long you were sitting on his bed but after a while you heard the boys returning. You shifted back and curled up on his bed because you didn’t want to loose his smell.

“Jude? What are you doing here?” You raised your head a bit and looked at Dean. When you were about to get up he shook his head.

“Stay there.” You tilted your head a bit to express your confuse. Dean smiled softly and sat down next to you.

“You remember me of Y/N,” he said and began to pat you. Your ears shot up and you listened, interested. Dean chuckled softly.

“You know, I loved her. Really. I still love her, to be honest. But she didn’t tell me the truth and I got angry. And then she left. I know it was my fault but I just wish that she’d told me what she was.”

He looked so sad that you were about to get up and lick his face to cheer him up. You just wanted to tell him that you were sorry that you hadn’t told him and that you left but you didn’t know how he’d react so you just laid your head on his thigh and looked up to him.