probably not realistic at all, also keep in mind i’m really bad at writing.
-he’d DEFO have a little section for your books in his library
-i feel like he’d love jam but have the strongest hate for marmalade to the point he’d comically smash jars of it whenever he sees it
-he’s memorised how you like your tea but always has to ask how you like it
-he’s the type of guy to ask ‘you eating that?’ after he’s already taken the food off your plate
-talks about kipps way too much to the point you and lucy have made an inside joke about them being gay
-he tells a bad lockwood one liner and he feels so chuffed about himself until he looks over at you and the others cheesing at his words
-the type to secretly shazam songs at the function after saying shit like ‘the music here is terrible’
-hasn’t drank water in 3years
Holly: What are we doing for Christmas dinner?
Leopold: Revenge
Barnes: Booze. And lots of it
Ezekiel: Humans
Flo: Seconded
Lockwood: What about small but hopeful slice of happiness
Marissa: I agree with Barnes
George: Donuts
Kipps: Stew?
Lucy: Death?
Skull: Definitely death
Holly: so pizza
Something I find so absolutely fascinating in Lockwood and Co. is the way in which the text reminds you you're reading about children - the kids live in this world where necessity has forced them to function as adults for most of their lives, but rather than just allowing them to have taken on these adult positions we see them be so silly and sweet. They all have an obnoxious sweet tooth, Lockwood has a bin of costumes and seems to use them wholly unnecessarily and dramatically. He does stupid accents. Hes literally just playing dress up. They're just babies 🥺
Summer is in full roasting mode here, so I wanted to draw something refreshing and fun! So have Dean and Castiel taking a quick break in a wild pond 😜
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Get that sausage girl!
Sexy, right? 😂
Yes @impala-dreamer it is. Thank you for sending it.
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“Hey, Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You answered Dean as you grabbed a slice of pizza from the box.
“Slide that over here would ya?”
“Sure. This is the sausage, or did you want the pep…” Your voice trailed off when you closed the lid and you saw Dean. He was crooking to fingers at you. Two fingers that not so long ago were making your eyes roll back.
The smug smile on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You knew you’d been silent for too long when you saw the look Sam was giving you.
“Sorry.” You laughed. “Completely zoned there for a minute.”
“Have you not been getting sleep?” Sam asked, concern obvious in his voice. “You’ve been kinda spacey for the past few days.”
The truth was, he was right. Dean had been occupying most of your alone time, and teasing every chance he got. You felt riled up constantly and it was getting harder and harder to keep your budding relationship quiet like you’d promised each other.
“Yeah, Y/N/N. Something keeping you up all hours of the night?” Dean sassed.
Instead of answering either of them, you took an extra large bite of pizza and looked at anything but a Winchester.
“Are you two? I KNEW IT!” Sam yelped.
Dean pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Sammy.”
“Oh my God. Seriously, how long?”
“Guys can we just eat? I’m starving.” You tried to push the conversation to the side.
“No.” They replied, at the same time.
“How long have you been sleeping together?”
“It’s none of your business!” You snapped.
“Ha! So I am right.”
“Fuck.”
“Alright, alright.” Dean spoke up. “Long enough. Now, drop it.”
Sam just smiled, shook his head and went back to his pizza.
Dean stood, and walked over to you. “I wanted the sausage.” He said softly and bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He didn’t say anything else, just grabbed the box of pizza and returned to his seat.
“Apparently so does Y/N.”
“Sam!”
Cas - ‘A Nephilim has come into being.’
Deans facial expression - *are we pregnant?*
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Alexia • 18 • she/her • A pile of bi chaos • I have no idea what I'm doing • Obsessed with L&Co, Spn and Music
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