cynicalTabbie

“Hey Gamzee, come in!” You greeted, moving out of the way so the lazily smiling troll could enter. “Hey sis, what was all up and making you wanna invite this motherfucker over?” Grinning sheepishly at him as he looked at you, a semi questioning look in his half lidded eyes, you had to come clean. You just couldn’t lie to that face. “Well Gam, uhh…” How do you phrase this exactly? “You’re starting to all up and sound like Tavbro, (Name) sis, what’s got your think pan all jumbled?” Seeing the faint concern starting to appear on his usually carefree face, you quickly as

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. A hum rumbled into your throat and a smile crossed your lips. You'd have to remember to thank your moirail for suggesting this spot to use as your private get-away. Leaning over, you traced your pencil drawing in pen, careful not to miss anything or mis-trace something as you went. The tall grass around you swayed in the wind as the sunset casts shadows about you. In the background, the waves lapped gently at the shoreline not two yards in front of you. You sighed blissfully, eyes trained on your drawing. You loved this dreambuble for so many reasons. One was almost no one (besides your moirail, who found this p

          The sun was just beginning to set, though you wouldn’t know this due to the buildup of dark, heavy looking clouds blotting out the sky. Dampness hung in the air like a gloomy forewarning. It was definitely going to rain, and soon. You and Gamzee were meandering your way down the street, his permanent imbalance causing the two of you to swerve all over the walk way. You loved spending time with the tall, light hearted troll. He always seemed to brighten your day. The two of you were laughing about nothing, once again, when suddenly a large drop of wetness plopped onto your head. As if requested by an encore, that rain drop was

cuddling: He liked it when she’d wrap her arms around his waist, small fingers entwined at the center of his torso, head resting on his back because he was too tall for her to reach his shoulders. When she’d come home and join him on the couch, throwing her legs over his. He’d trace his fingers over them softly, the tickling prompting quiet giggles. Sometimes when he’d get home late, he liked to crawl into bed with her, wrap his arms around her form and kiss her head, still fully clothed because he’d get impatient wasting time changing when he could be in bed. Other times she would hold him, running her slende

When Dean heard the screams coming from his sister's room, he didn't think twice about grabbing his gun and kicking down her door. She was lying face down on her bed, cocooned by her different assortment of blankets. It was obvious she was still breathing. “(Name)?” Dean asked panicked as he inched closer to her bed. (Name) Flipped over and untangled herself from the warmth. She kicked her feet up and down onto her bed violently. “Go away!” She screamed and grabbed her alarm clock, chucking it at her older brother's head. Ducking just in time before it hit, Dean frowned and cautiously perched on the very edge of (Na

Danny was the kids name. Captain of the football team, one of Sam's friends. (Name) had met him at one of his football games that Sam took her to. They exchanged phone numbers and the phone bill went up that month. When he took (Name) to dinner, Dean was ordered by Sam to sit down before he popped a blood vessel. She came back with a large smile and a cheeseburger for Dean, so he calmed down somewhat. He didn't care what Sammy said, he did not over react when (Name) told him they were dating. ASKING FOR BACKGROUND INFORMATION IS NOT OVERREACTING! When (Name) planned to go the boy's house for a movie, Dean gave her 'the talk.' Which bas

The thump of your school bag being dropped on the ground only made your faint headache grow. You couldn't figure out why Sam liked coming to school so much. The constant bullying and pressure of teachers was hard on you. Not to mention hunting every other day. Your teachers questioned if you were abused at home. Maybe emotionally, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You knew your father favored Sam and Dean over you. Maybe it was because you were a girl, or because most demons came to you, attracted by your looks. You fought just as well as them all. You’d taken down your fair share of creatures, but it wasn’t enough. Sam and

A/N: The reader in this will be genderqueer, just so you know   You swallowed hard as you walk into the room kitchen where the three boys sat. Taking a deep breath, you sat down at the old table, across from Sam and beside Cas. Dean was eating what looked like apple pie while Sam typed on his laptop. Cas smiles gently at you as you set your sketchbook down; you smile nervously back. “Something wrong, kid?” Dean asks, looking up from his plate. All three of them are looking at you now. You almost want to say “No, no I’m fine.” But this is something you need to say. “Um… I actually have something to