#also sammy's puppy dog eyes are deadly

[rupphiremoyo]

Yaz: You know I can't say no when you look at me like that.

Sammy: That's why I look at you like that.

[spitefulsatanwrites]

righteous (s. w.)

Warings: cursing

TW; talk of death

pairings ; Sam Winchester x female!reader

summary ; y/n finds out sam wants to sell his soul to save his older brother Dean.

"the fuck did you just say?" Y/N  said in a  ungodly loud voice, it boomed and echoed all around the empty room she was in, "did I hear that right? Because I hope to god I'm tripping-" she seethed after a long moment of deadly tense silence, Sam, who was standing ahead of her staring down at his feet with that oh so.. Sam  look on his face, the one that showed..  a semi guitly daze and a puppy dog , droopy eyed, pout.

"Look.. Im just trying to do what I have too, Y/N , you of all people should know that! Dean is my brother and he would do this for me. I cant lose anybody else.." he didn't dare to look up, not one time, not since she confronted him, hell, not since two days before when they fought over some stupid thing he couldn't even remember, "I would do this for you too" he whispered like it was some deep dark secret he was madly in love with her, he tried to hide it, tried to mask the blush he got when she complimented him, hide the times he would just stare at her while she did research or cleaned her gun, he knew and she did too, he was in love.

"the hell does that have to do with anything, Sam! are you crazy? your brother is in hell. He is dead. I know you love him but... this- you.. are all I have, so what about me? the one who is still here? you're just going to leave me? Just like that? I thought you really loved me Sammy." Y/N  was beyong exhausted at this shit, this constant looming danger that seemed to come as a package with those brothers, nothing was ever over it was always some revenge, some unfinished business, some crazy quest or race to the death, and for once she just wanted to feel.. welll, as normal as she possibly could, going on easy hunts, killing shit and saving people, but this whole 'I'm gonna sacrafice myself cus' I love you' crap was starting to really get to her, this wasn't hunting.. this was madness.

"I guess nothing Y/N"  Sam replied softly, his eyes moving to meet hers for the first time in days, it felt.. nice, but also.. it crushed her, the pain she could see written on his face was.. so raw it felt like she was feeling it for him, like she was losing the people she loved all over again, and in some way.. she really was, "I have to save him... I'd rather it be me, It has to be"

then, Y/N completely lost it, "WHY SAM, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE YOU?"  she was screaming now, face red from pure anger, she was furious, scared, hurt, "I loved you." she mumbled after a moment, her head falling, Y/H/C hair falling into her face and sticking to the tears on her cheeks.

Sam closed his eyes as those last few words slipped past her lips, "I love you too, Y/N" he mumbled, tears of his own escaping and making there way down his cheeks and along his perfectly shaped nose, "please never forget that, Okay?.. you mean so much to me, and ive never met someone quite like you, Y/N"

he took in a deep breath and forced his feet to start moving towards her, slowly at first, not wanting to set her off more but he wanted to be close to her, one more time, he needed it, he craved it.  Y/N didn't show much protest though, she just stared at him sadly, blankly, he couldn't say it didn't break his heart more seeing her like that.. it only took a few of his long legged steps to be engulfing her in his arms, pulling her tightly to his chest, his face buried in her hair at the top of her head, just taking in the swwet sweet scent of the cheap sampoo she used mixed with the fruity purfume she always wore and he grew to love.

and Y/N, broken and hurting just sobbed in his arms, her hands gripping onto his shirt so tightly trying to pull him closer, like if she hugged him hard enough he'd never leave and everything would be okay and they would just be happy.. together.

"I love you, Sammy.." she mumbled into his chest, her voice cracked and swelled as she bit back a lowly sob, wanting nothing more then to make sure he knew that, she needed him to know she meant that.

"I know." he stated calmly, gently runnig his long and slender fingers through her soft hair, "I love you too, Y/N"

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[mila-dans]

Spells Out Trouble: Take It Easy

This is chapter two of “Spells Out Trouble.” Masterlist Here!

Chapter One: I Wanna Know What Love Is

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 3670

Summary: You have been with the Winchesters for several years now going through all the literal trials and tribulations with them. What happens when Dean gets hit by a love spell and becomes head-over-heels for you? Will your pushed down emotions finally rise or will you get in over your head? Find out what happens when your best friend’s hard exterior becomes mush whenever you end up in his eyeline.

Just so you know: This is my first Fanfic so sorry if there are aspects missing. “Spells Out Trouble” is a series with about ten chapters. This chapter is a bit shorter than the last but was really fun to write. If you have any suggestions or tips, I’d love to hear from you. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! (Also, not my gif!)

“Dean?” You ask and as you do so, Dean gulps as if you managed to take his breath away when calling his name. “Dean?” You ask again and this time, the biggest smile comes on Dean’s face like an excited puppy. “Dean, wh…what is it?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You stand paralyzed, waiting for the punchline. “What?” You ask, unsure of what is happening.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I love you so much.” Dean's smile became bigger while your face only became redder.

You look at Sam who was also at a loss for words and then revert your attention back to the puppy-like Dean. “I’m sorry? Um, what is that supposed to mean?” You clear your throat, trying to wrap your head around his words. Dean doesn’t respond but continues to look at you with his glowing smile. “Sam,” you look towards Sam, wide-eyed. “What is this?” Your expression is one of confusion and uncertainty which imitates the thoughts running rampant in your head.

Sam mirrors your confusion and shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know but he’s been like this all morning.” He takes a deep breath trying to clarify, “He’s been wanting to see you all morning.”

“So, let me get this straight,” you clear your throat again, trying to gain some confidence in this uncomfortable situation, “he just woke up and is now ‘in love’ with me?” As soon as the words come out of your mouth, the memory of the night before returns. You recall your drunken confession and wonder for a moment if it has anything to do with the situation at hand.

“I um, guess so?” You and Sam look at Dean who has been completely still since his confession. He appears to be almost under hypnosis with a huge smile laced on his face. His gaze keeps on you as if his intense focus is the only thing keeping you alive. 

“Dean?” You call out nervously. 

He blinks, snapping out of his trance and responds excitedly, “Yes, my Love?” He moves a step closer to you and you move a step back.

“Are, um,” he continues to get closer to you and you continue to move further away from him, “Are you okay?” You try and smile to ease the tension but it doesn’t help now that Dean is completely locked onto you, following your every move.

“I was great this morning but now,” Dean pauses taking a sigh of relief, “now that you’re here, I’m phenomenal!” Dean says with his insane smile. Realizing how close he is to you and how crazy he looks, you search the room for an escape. You look towards Sam trying to get his attention as Dean slowly backs you up into a corner.

“Dean?” Sam steps in between you and his brother, “How about you back away from Y/N for a moment, okay?” Sam puts his hands on Dean’s shoulders keeping his brother at arms length. Dean takes his focus off of you and unto Sam. Quickly, Dean’s insane smile and love stricken appearance turns into a deadly gaze. Sam looks in Dean’s eyes and you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice. “Dean,” he lets out a very nervous laugh, “What are you doing there, bud?” Dean stares at Sam with his murderous gaze. 

Dean looks at you and then back at Sam. “What are you doing, Sammy?” Dean’s tone lowers to a grim and protective one. “Are you trying to keep Y/N away from me?!” His voice rises along with the tension in the room.

Sam pats Dean’s shoulder while trying not to tremble. “No,” Sam says unconvincingly. “No, course not. I wouldn’t do that.” Dean moves towards Sam causing him to trip while walking backwards. 

You walk slowly to the bathroom trying not to be noticed. Sam sees you and mouths out, “Go,” to you as you nod and make a run for it.

Boom

In a split second, Dean sees the interaction out of the corner of his eye and punches Sam in the face, knocking him backwards, falling to the ground. Dean stands over Sam’s unconscious body laid out on the motel floor as his eyes dart around the room, searching for you. You stand still in the bathroom as he becomes once again target locked upon you, changing his sadistic killer look into a wide-eyed one complete with a huge smile. You yelp in panic and both you and Dean run to the door. You manage to lock yourself in the bathroom before Dean has a chance to get in. 

“What the hell?!” You say to yourself as you try to process the series of events. First, Dean was hungover and unconscious, then completely alert and in love with you. Now he looks like he wants to kill you but at the same time kiss you. “None of this makes any sense,” you mumble. 

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Before you can finish processing, anything, Dean starts to bang on the door. “Dean, stop it!” You demand. He continues hammering the door with such force that you wonder if or when it will come down.

“I’m sorry, Y/N!” Dean says, pausing his hits. “I had to. He was trying to get between us!” Dean almost sounds sad and upset by his actions.

“Dean, you are crazy!” You go through the items in the bathroom trying to find something useful to the situation. “Something is really wrong with you! You knocked out your brother for crying out loud!”

“Y/N, listen, I love you so much and Sam,” Dean shifts his tone trying to justify his actions, “Sam was getting in the way of my love for you. You have to understand that I didn’t want to hurt him and I certainly would never hurt you!” 

Dean’s knocking ceases and you begin to estimate how long you think it would take for either Dean to leave or Sam to regain consciousness. “Dean?” You ask as you go over to the door, noticing the silence coming from the other side. “Dean?” You become worried that he had taken off or worse, found a way in. As you get closer to the door, you hear a faint sob.

Dean sniffles, “Yes?”

You realize that the source of the sob is coming from him. “Are you crying, Dean?” You ask, unsure of what he is doing exactly.

No answer.

“Dean? What’s wrong?” You ask trying to find some understanding to Dean’s newly found roller coaster of emotions.

“I..” Dean continues to sniffle, “I just love you so much. I didn’t want to scare you. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You become even more confused as to how so quickly his emotions changed. “It’s okay, Dean,” you reply trying to offer him some sort of comfort. Never in your life have you ever heard or seen Dean Winchester cry. Now that he is, it seems much scarier than you thought it would be. You look around the bathroom and suddenly the sight of a window sets in. “Hey, Dean?” You ask as you develop a plan of escape.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“You want to see me, right? And do what with me exactly?” You ask and immediately hear his sobbing stop.

“Yes!” He answers eagerly and excitedly. “I want to see you and kiss you and hold you! Oh, please, oh, please let me hold you! I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you all over and hug you so tight that you never leave--”

“Okay,” you cut Dean off who has seemingly switched back to his puppy dog love state. “Okay, listen Dean, I’ll let you do all that,” you shake your head, wondering how you got in this situation or how in the hell he wound up like this, “you can do all of those things, in just a minute, okay?” You ponder the thought of having Dean actually kiss you and what it would be like, but soon realize that not only is now not the time to fantasize, but you weren’t sure you wanted to be in the arms of an insane love sick psycho.

“Really?!” You hear Dean get up and start to rattle the door knob.

You try to come up with an excuse for making him wait. “Yes, really. But before you do, give me a minute to, um, wash my, uh, face and brush my teeth.” You try to say as convincingly as possible.

“Okay! Okay! Yes!” You feel the ground shake as Dean jumps up and down. You go over to the faucet and turn on the water then go over and open the window. You continue to hear the eager Dean ask repeatedly if you are done yet and you respond for as long as you can till you crawl out the window taking off as fast as possible.

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After hopping out the window, you know you only have a matter of seconds till Dean realizes you're gone. You manage to run towards the front of the building and hear your name being shouted by Dean in the motel room. You rush over to a black cadillac in the parking lot that has two ladies coming out of it and hide behind them.

“Tell him I went over there!” You say to the ladies as you point to a waffle restaurant only a little ways away. The women look at you then see Dean who continues to call out your name, kick down the motel room’s front door. 

“Y/N?! Y/N! Where did you go?!” Dean yells out searching the parking lot. 

The women look towards you, scared for your sake and get Dean’s attention. “Young man,” the one lady says as Dean looks at her with the same death stare he used on Sam, “She went that way.” The lady pointed in the same direction you had asked them to. Dean’s death stare turns back into a big smile as he bolts down the road in a black-tee, boxers, and bare feet.

You get up from behind the car and watch as Dean runs further away from you. “Thank you, ladies,” you say as you brush yourself off. They look at you as if you are as insane as the man they just encountered. “Um,” you try to think of an explanation, “he’s my Ex!” You exclaim with a smile hoping that the comment somehow answered all their questions. You gave them a nod and ran back to the motel room, stepping over the disconnected door that was in the path.

You rushed over to Sam and bent down, trying to wipe the blood from his nose. “Sam!” You shake him, trying to get him to regain consciousness. “Sam, wake up!”

As you slap his face, he sits up taking a deep breath. “What the hell happened?!” He asks, trying to wipe the blood from his nose. He takes a look around the room then asks, “Where’s Dean?!” Sam asks as the panic in his voice rises.

“Away!” You blurt out before another Winchester starts to freak out. You help Sam stand up. “He’s looking for me at the diner right now.”

“What?! Why would he be looking for you there?” Sam asks, still confused about the whole situation.

“That’s not important, but right now, we have to go before he comes back.” Sam nods his head back while he holds his nose with one hand and you hold his other, guiding him outside to the Impala. 

The two ladies, now getting their groceries from their car, see you and the bloody Sam as you open Baby’s doors. “This uh, this is my current boyfriend.” You say with a smile, trying to offer yet another reasonable explanation. “He and my Ex don’t get along very well.” The women look at you with the same confused and shocked expressions on their face as before. You smile and get in the car hoping to never see them or the motel room again.

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“Are you okay?” You ask as you take your hand from the wheel to wipe the blood from Sam’s shirt.

“No!” Sam yells out. “I am far from okay! Pull over.”

“Yep,” you say as you pull the car into the parking lot of a dollar store. “That's probably a good idea.”

“What the hell just happened back there, Y/N?!” Sam asks, still while holding his head back to stop the bleeding.

“You think I know?!” You laugh. “All I know is that he was fine half an hour ago when he was unconscious and then it all escalated really quick. You were the one who detected the crazy first!”

“I guess but that doesn’t mean I know why he tried to fricking murder me!” Sam throws his bloodied tissues on the car’s floor and looks at you. “All I know is that when he woke up, the moment I said your name, a switch flipped and he kept rambling on about you. It was like that until you came back.”

“Okay,” you huff, “All I know is me coming in and him saying he loved me, knocking you out, me having to lock myself in the bathroom, and him again saying how he loves me and all sorts of crazy. He even started crying at one point!”

“Why would he cry?” Sam asks as another confused look comes to his face.

“Beats me. He just got upset, I guess, when I separated myself from him. And then he knocked down the door trying to find me.”

“What happened after that?”

“Thanks to some lady who told him I was at the waffle place, he ran down the street headed to the restaurant. After that, I came to get you and now here we are.” You put your hands in your hair, considering pulling it all out if it would help clear your head. Sam’s phone rings and both of you jumped proving that you were both still very much on edge.

“It’s Cas,” Sam says as he answers, putting the phone on the dash after turning on the speaker. 

“Hello?” Says Cas with his grim and rough voice. Surprisingly, this gave you some sort of peace, knowing that it was the only normal that you had experienced today.

“Hey, Cas,” you answered, happy to hear from him.

“Hello, Y/N. Is everything alright? Sam, I saw your missed call from earlier.”

“When did you call Cas?” You ask Sam, wondering when he had a second to place a phone call in the midst of the chaos.

“I tried to this morning after Dean started acting all crazy but he never answered,” Sam replied.

“I’m sorry?” Cas said with worry in his voice. “What do you mean when ‘Dean started acting crazy?’ Is he alright?”

“No, definitely not,” you let out.

Sam goes into further detail trying to explain the events of this morning to Castiel. “Now we don’t know what is going on other than the fact that he is madly and crazily in love with Y/N.”

“What happened before all this happened?” Cas asks as you and Sam both try to remember what it was like before the chaos. 

“Um, Dean and I got drunk?” You answer as you try not to let anything else slip out about what happened while you were drunk.

“Before you got intoxicated,” Cas clarifies.

“The hunt,” Sam says with a revelation coming to his face. “The witch, the blast!” Sam says with a smile coming to his face.

“You’re right!” You say returning the smile back to him.

“What happened with the witch?” Cas asks as you and Sam continue to recall the event.

“There was a witch on the hunt last night and she blasted Dean with some spell when he got in front of the guy she intended to hit!” Sam says.

“And you think that the blast has to do with Dean’s behaviour?” Cas asks unsure.

“It has to be it,” Sam adds.

You butt in, “when I was with the witch, she was telling me about how she wanted to be loved and how her kills were accidents. So what if she was trying to use a love spell on all of them and that’s what Dean got hit with?”

“That makes sense right, Cas?” Sam asks, trying to back your theory up.

“I suppose that would make sense but if she was killing people accidentally, how did her trial and error not result in Dean’s death?” Cas questions and it turns your smile into an immediate frown.

You and Sam look at each other as if you could read one another’s thoughts.

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You had been driving down the road between the waffle place and the motel room for several minutes now, trying to find your long lost Dean. Right before you pulled into the parking lot of Waldo’s Waffles, you saw him. Dean had been running around the building, still in his boxers, trying to get away what appeared to be two waiters and one fry cook complete with spatula chasing him. 

“Oh, boy,” You say to yourself as you park the Impala and step out of it. You watch the race around the restaurant and find it slightly entertaining. Dean continues to call out your name while throwing everything he can in his tracks to stop his chasers. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” Dean calls out followed by a trio of yells and screams.

“You get back here you son of a bitch!” The cook screams, sending his spatula straight at Dean’s head causing him to topple over and fall into a pile of garbage. The three run over to Dean but before they get the chance to finish, whatever game they were playing, you race over and flash one of your badges.

“FBI, Agent Seger. Listen gentlemen, I’m gonna need one of you to explain what is happening here,” You say with your authoritative tone. The men look at each other hesitant. “Now, please!” You yell out causing all three to talk at the same time.

“This psychopath came in here calling out for someone named Y/N, half dressed and he kept trying to come in the kitchen to find her,” says one.

“Then, he decides that he’s gonna push his way in the kitchen which is off limits to anyone other than staff,” says another.

Finally, the cook speaks up, “I heard the ruckus from outside so I came out of the kitchen to find that this dick was throwing plates at my staff. I grabbed my shotgun from the back causing him to get even more pissed and aggressive.”

“And hoss here wouldn’t have that!” One of the waiters added.

“No sir,” the cook says, “when he pulled Barbara from my hands, I smashed a plate on his head to see how he liked it.”

“Barbara?” You asked.

“My shotgun,” the cook answered.

“Right,” you nod wondering why Dean didn’t kill them already, “then what happened?”

One of the waiters answers, “the dude out of nowhere started throwing waffles everywhere than took off. Me and the guys took right out after him. And then, you saw, the boss man here knocked him out with a spatula!”

“Epic!” The other waiter said. 

“Right,” you say again. “You’ve done your country a great service by, um, using your spatula with such expertise,” you spit out betting with yourself on whether or not they’d believe you.

“You’re welcome, agent,” the cook says.

“Proud to have helped America,” says the one waiter as you signal for them to leave giving them a cheap smile as they go back inside.

You won the bet.

You see Dean get up from the ground and shake off the trash. It takes him about one second for him to see you, standing alone, with no defense. “Y/N!” He calls out as his newly signature smile appears on his face.

“Time to go,” you say under your breath as you run at full speed towards the Impala with Dean chasing after you.

“Y/N, I’m so happy I found you! I thought you ran away from me but I understand that you just needed some air. Right? That was why you left me?” Dean asks, almost sad that you had left him in the motel room.

“Right, of course!” You and Dean stand across from each other with the Impala in between you.

“I love you, Y/N!” Dean says as he walks around the car, slowly moving towards you.

“I know you do, Dean,” you stand in front of the passenger side and Dean stands on the other side, across from you with his gaze tracking your every move. “And that’s why I’m sorry,” you say giving a semi smile.

Dean looks at you with a head tilt and a furrowed brow, “Sorry for what?”

Boom

The front car door opens hitting Dean in the chest and below the belt. Sam steps out from the car grabbing Dean by the collar. “Hiya, Dean,” he says, giving him a quick smile then serving a big knuckle sandwich knocking him down for the count.

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Chapter three: Roll on Down the Highway

@crazybutconfidentaf​

[all-hail-stevinel]

Im curious as to how the boys found out about universe lmfaooo

Lol this one was really fun to answer, lemme give some background on the bois relationship with Steven and Universe bc its not really how they found out, but how they met

The bois and Steven:

Steven is of course, one whole jealous slut, but he does try to get along with the boys bc Spinel cares about them and wants them all to be friends and he’s so weak when it comes to his gem boo and her puppy dog eyes

Its just so hard, bc no matter how nice the guys are, Steven will see one of them pick Spinel up or hug her for a second too long and suddenly he’s like a fuckin walking pink glow stick of seething jealousy (much to Spinel’s glee)

She’ll not so subtly try to plan ways to make him hang out with the boys and they all go along with it bc she’s just too cute and so eager for them to like each other

“Oh Stevie, didja kno Sammy likes ta’ garden? You should show him your greenhouse, you guys could have plant parties!”

*deep awkward sigh* “...Sure, Sweetheart.”

The bois actually all really admire Steven. Its hard not to considering he’s all Spinel really talks about and they all love her to pieces. They’re all slightly older than Steven and remember what it was like to be younger and in a new relationship, so they kinda enjoy teasing him a bit about his jealousy and possessive behavior 

Timeline wise, Spinel met the boys almost a month before Universe made his first appearance, so she had a lot of time to bond with them, much to Steven’s ongoing frustration lol

Steven still has a ton of little homeworld responsibilities, so while he did cutback so he could have more time with Spinel, he’s still busy more often than not. They’ve been dating for nearly four months though, and Spinel is a lot better at dealing with time and distance away from Steven because of her own friendships with Lapis and Peridot that she hangs with when not with the diamonds. but outside of Connie, she struggled with making human friends. So when she became buds with the gang, whenever Steven’s too busy she’s usually with them, having fun, and it drives him crazy lmfao 

The worst part is, it'd be easy for Steven to hate them if they weren't such nice assholes. They're so sweet and kind to his Spinel, and so protective of her which he can admit he appreciates. Once Marcus, who despite his intimidating height is waifishly thin and about as intimidating as a wet kitten, confronted him by fish stew pizza because he thought Spinel might be gettin mistreated. While it had been awkward to stutteringly explain that Spinel was in fact very consenting to his um..assertive treatment, it had made him weirdly happy to know she had made such caring and thoughtful friends

But then Universe arrived, and it was like the game leveled up for the bois

The bois and Universe:

They found about him via Spinel, of course, bc she told them maybe a day or two after they had discovered it and the “Who Can Leave The Biggest Hickeys On Spinel?” competition began btwn Steven and Universe

“Holy SHIT, Spinel! Did you get mauled by a fuckin bear???”-Sammy, wide-eyed and impressed

“Or two bears? A circus? Damn girl, we didn’t even see you yesterday, whats Steven got to be mad about?”-Kyle, too high for this

“Heh...funny you should ask…”

So she explains the situation bc while they’ve been teaching her human stuff, Spinel really enjoys teaching them gem things, including Steven’s weird-ass diamond powers which the bois are always excited to hear about but this really throws them all for a loop 

“So like...he’s your boyfriend...but not?? There two of him now??” - Josh, in the middle of an existential crisis

“Kinda! There were always two, i mean Stevie’s a fusion so yeah. But i don’t call the pink him that, I uh-” *blushes* “I gotta call him Universe.”

“So they are different people then? And his other half is pink?”- Marcus, ready to paint approx 178 murals about this

“Yes and no. they’re both Stevie, just...also not? Different parts of him that make the whole, but I don’t love either any less and yes he’s pink.”

The Bois decide this sounds like the coolest shit ever and need to see Universe right away

However, upon hearing that he usually only comes out when Steven’s asleep, our chaotic gang of miscreants decide to lure him out like the idiots they are. They figure Universe is as jealous as Steven, (he’s worse, just not towards Steven lol) so they plan a beach day and invite everyone they know to it

They then spend the entire day flirting up a storm and I’m talking The Bachelor level™ type flirting. Absolutely ridiculous and hilariously sexual, making Spinel crack up and blush the whole day as they shower her with attention and always keep her just out of her boyfriends reach much to Steven’s evergrowing frustration.

It finally comes to a head when Josh asks Spinel if gems need sunblock lotion or if they cant get a sunburn, and she says that she probably can’t but it’d be fun to try if he didn’t mind helping her with it. The poor man doesn’t even get to grab her a bottle before suddenly there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder with a matching hard grip as furious pink eyes glare out at him from Steven’s face looking positively deadly.

“That’s. My. Spinel.” is the only words Josh has ever had Universe say to him, and he can say with confidence he would very much like to keep it that way. The pink-eyed boy had then turned to a turned-on Spinel, scooped her blushing form up and over his shoulder, and walked away without a backward glance, leaving the bois stunned on the sand

They haven’t seen much of him since, but its not due to a lack of trying bc these lemming brained bois like to push their luck (and when they saw Spinel the next day, even though she looked absolutely ravaged, she also had the biggest smile on her face, looking completely lovesick) so in the end, its a game everyone wins lol

[noirandchocolate]

Hi! What are some pros a cons of owning a cocker spaniel? I may get one, so I'm doing research beforehand, but I don't know too many cocker owners irl. Thanks! :)

Helloooo!  Well, from my experience, here’s what I think, keeping in mind that these lil’ weirdos are my favorite breed so I am a liiiiittle biased.  :D

Pros Include:  1)  Manageable size–not so tiny you worry about crushing their little selves and not so big that they can easily knock you over just by playing.  Also, smallish size means less food, so they are less expensive to feed than large breeds.2)  Manageable fur–they need haircuts and baths and especially their ears need to be combed/brushed regularly, but it’s not a crazy amount of care imo.  Sort of…an in-between amount, between really easy short hair breeds and really hard fancy long hair breeds.  Also they only shed about a normal amount, not like some breeds that can create an entire other dog’s worth of fur when you brush them.  Gosh their fur feels real nice to pet, too.  (NOTE: the care of the coat gets less manageable and to me becomes more of a con if you intend to keep them in “show coat” with the long “skirt”.  Luckily they look cute without it, too!  But put this in the con column if you love that show aesthetic, cause it’s real pretty but needs a lot of maintenance!)  3)  Manageable smarts–they’re clever kiddos and can learn commands and tricks but (remembering every individual is different) they’re not…so incredibly smart that they’re going to pick the latch to the food cabinet, purposely when you can’t see them, at least not in my experience.  Instead they’ll figure out where the food is kept and pout nearby, and also figure out when mealtimes are and let you know about that.  But they are smart enough to come when called, do agility training if you want to do that, solve “puzzles” like treats inside toys and such, etc.  And they CAN learn lots of tricks and words.4)  VERY ENTERTAINING.  Every cocker I’ve had has been a fun little doofus in her own way.  Like I said, they’re smart!  So they can do many kinds of play and you can enjoy watching them hold things with their little paws that they think are hands, you can play fetch and tug with them, you can laugh your ass off when they make a goofy face or jump really high to snap at bubbles.  :D  5)  They’re “merry”–they like people and are less likely than some breeds to be “one person dogs” who stick by or only obey one owner and ignore everyone else.  When treated well cockers are just friendly little souls who will make friends with those you invite into your home (after maybe some initial “who is that!?” barking at the door), remember their buddies, and really really want to curl up near their beloved humans.  Very good companions!6)  GORGEOUS, HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?  Personally I just love their look.  Big soft eyes and big expressive ears…YES.  Good pretty dogs.  They come in so many color varieties, too.  (And one of those varieties is called parti, which is just.  Really fun to say.  Parti dog.)7)  We don’t have any human kids but I’ve heard cockers are good with them if you teach the kids to be gentle.  They’re a safe size to run around and play with children.8)  Adaptive–cockers do like to run around and be active but they’re also good at napping by your side.  They can adapt to a family’s personality and needs.  Note that when young they are much more active and do need to be played with for at least some time every day to work off their energy, but they’re not constantly in need of physical activity so that’s another category where the word is “manageable.”  If you have a fenced yard or fenced dog park, playtime can also be as easy as taking them outside and letting them run around and explore while you sit nearby.  Indoor fetch is also fun for them, and they can be kept busy with treat puzzles and other creative kinds of toys.  9)  Reasonably long-lived, although of course this can vary from dog to dog.  Just looked it up and their median lifespan is 15 years, which is a pretty good chunk of time compared to some other breeds!

Cons Include:1)  Can be opinionated or bossy!  My family’s Sammi was not, but Penny definitely is and I think I’ve read that that can be a Thing with this breed.  Penny wants her meals ON TIME, thank you very much.  And we say that she supervises us, “to make sure we only do The Right Things.”  When we do things Penny Hates (such as use aluminum foil, for some reason), she tells us so, and other cockers might develop their own Hate Lists.  I think this probably varies but yeah cockers CAN be bossybutts; some may be less “go with the flow” than other breeds.  As with any dog, truly undesirable behaviors can be trained out especially if you start training early.2) The ears are beautiful, but they are prone to infections.  You gotta be proactive about that.  There are ear washes you can buy and you just splash some on a gauze pad or even a q-tip and clean out those lil’ ear canals every few days.  Get to the vet if you find large amounts of gunk in there–infections should be treated right away or they can get really bad.3)  Cockers are also more prone than other breeds to immune-mediated hemolytic anemia, a blood disease which is very, very deadly if not treated immediately and aggressively.  We lost our first cocker Cassie to this because the vet didn’t recognize it in time.  Please look up this disease if you get a cocker and be on the lookout for symptoms!  That said, this isn’t like a common thing that means you shouldn’t have a cocker, it’s just something you need to be more vigilant about with this breed.4)  If you start up play-fighting with them, especially when they’re puppies, cockers can decide “hey, fighting is okay then.”  It’s important to train these dudes about when it’s okay to wrestle and how much is too much, if you want to include tussling in their play.  This is because they’re smart enough to mimic their humans.  5) They can really, really easily become food beggars.  Do noooot give them human food especially not from the table.  In fact don’t give them treats or dog food from the table either.  They’ll just learn that your mealtimes are times to beg, which can be irritating.

That’s what I can think of for right now!  All in all these guys are my favorite breed for a reason–they’re pretty, they like to play but can also chill, they’re trainable, and they’re just sweet and goofy little souls.  Good luck with your dog search,wherever it takes you!

(And hey my fellow dog people feel free to chime in!  These are my opinions in my experience so if you want to share your thoughts please do!)