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dayurno · 6 months

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do u ever think about how kevin had little qualms about branding himself as the Queen of Exy…….. yeah. traditionally a feminine title. complete opposite of riko (but that thread is still there. will always be there). some silly chess thing. he is so special…………

YEAH ALL THE TIME i don't know if it was intentionally gender non-conforming but it gets to me years after reading. there's always such a pleasant thrill to hearing "the queen himself" :3 the assimilation of power with femininity, the other half of riko's title (we can co-exist, it was never you or me, please?), some silly chess thing indeed....... it couldn't have been easy to market to sports fans but by god kevin day will have you buying whatever the hell he's selling with a smile

kevin's the most special person i fear. a prince among princes and a jewel among jewels. the heart of the world if you even care

#they call me the egg cracker because i. because well. you'll see kevin #seriously i was so shocked when i realized there were almost no transfem hcs for kevin like do you people hear yourselves #asks #kevin

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sluggybunny · 3 months

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anyone else ever like, pretend to be into something so you could feel normal or part of the friend group. i have a hilarious long con of pretending to be very into hannah montana because my only friend was super into it. like it was one night when i was very sick i watched the pilot episode and thought "eh i dont care for this" and went back to throwing up. the next day i find out my friend has devoted her whole life to being a hannah montana super fan and i was like haha.... me too.....

#>sluggy personal #really the funniest part of the long con was when she was into the jonas brothers and i pretended to be into boys by picking kevin as my fa #sorry 2 him but im pretty sure all people who claimed him as a fave was also a comphet lesbian or egg

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iovesia · 4 months

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Hello! Thank you for your drabbles! May I ask you to write how would the Keanuverse man react if a reader would help them get ready for their work? making breakfast, cleaning shoes etc.

helping them get ready,⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀keanuverse. fem reader.⠀/⠀cw. fluffies!

john wick — i think john would be heart eyes ♡.♡ ofc he's waking up at some godforsaken hour to go on a mission (he'll leave a little apology note and promise to make it up to you), and carefully slips out of bed to not disturb you. he's quietly gettin his slacks and suit jacket on, and opens his gun compartment. he'd be so surprised to see them polished and cleaned: he doesn't remember doing that ..

with a soft smile he's turned his head to look at your sleeping figure in bed. his assassin heart would be fluttering knowing that you went through the trouble of cleaning his guns (granted he never wants you touching them for safety reasons ...).

john constantine — this man does not have a real job smh 😒 but ANYWAYS ... i honestly think his love language is acts of service, so if you were to make him breakfast in the morning, he'd be internally giggling and kicking his feet. of course he's not gonna actually.. externally.. express.. joy.. but! he'd love it regardless.

you can tell he's awake because you hear faint mumbling and the flick of the lighter coming from the bedroom. you're in the middle of making him breakfast: a simple sunny side up with lotta bacon. the smell of crisp meat and eggs pull constantine into the kitchen, and he watches you make breakfast.

"smells good," he mumbles, the morning rasp still in his voice and he briefly kisses your temple.

kevin lomax — god he'd be so into it, i'm tellin' you. maybe it's his inner housewife kink or something, but he lovessss when you help him in the morning. of course he can do it himself, but something about you getting his suit jacket on him and tying his tie just feels so intimate.

he's standing in front of the mirror of your fancy apartment, looking down at you with a cheeky grin. you're still wearing your silk robe, hair frizzy from getting out of bed and your gentle fingers tying his black tie around his neck. he adores the concentration in your eyes, and your warm hands flattening down his button up.

"thank you, honey," kevin says quietly, leaning down to peck your lips.

send me your thirsts & thots!

#*⠀john wick.#*⠀john constantine.#*⠀kevin lomax.#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john constantine x reader #john constantine imagine #kevin lomax x reader

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scoobydoodean · 5 months

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the way dean gives so much love and receives love in return always makes me so soft 😭

people love him and connect with him because he's always reaching out - he tries so hard to bond with people and make them happy and he's so thoughtful and kind. truly, genuinely, kind. he's not ~nice~ (nice people are fake!) he's honest and real and beautiful and true and everyone he meets responds to that. his milkshake really does bring everyone to the yard and thank you for the reminder!!!

Think even of how many times Dean has snapped people out of mind control! John, Bobby, Cas, Rufus, Sam, Mary. How many HUGS he’s given how many people he’s said “I love you” to without saying it. Think about how he got through to Lucas in 1.03 and got him to begin communicating with him when no one (not even his MOM) could by empathizing with him and telling him he was listening. When he pulled John out of mind control with a simple plea. When he pulled Bobby out of mind control by telling him Bobby’s like a father to him and he won’t let him die. When Bobby was suicidal and Dean sat down with him and when Charlie was grieving her parents and Dean saw and he listened. When he perpetually cooled Sam’s self-destructive desire for revenge in 1.21/1.22. Think about Dean and Victor’s instant, easy camaraderie in Jus In Bello. Think about Dean instantly gaining Ronald’s trust in Nightshifter. Think about the lawyer he convinced to help him and Sam in “Folsom Prison Blues”, or the cops in “The Usual Suspects” and “The Benders” who he got to believe him just by being sincere. Think about Crowley lovesick flipping through Flickr albums and Dean talking him through his toxic relationship with his mom. Think about Cas being tortured and conditioned to kill Dean thousands of times but not being able to do it when the time comes because of a simple plea. Think about Dean fighting through 360 degree combat looking for Cas even though Cas abandoned him and didn’t want to be found and Dean was the only source of fresh meat around. Think about Jo and Lisa swooning and Dean and Cassie accidentally breaking each other’s hearts. Think about Dean cleaning wounds and putting blankets over Sam and Cas’s shoulders when they’re sick and making people food, and sharing movies and music he loves with his best friend. Think about Dean kissing Charlie on the top of the head and cooking Kevin eggs and cooking Sam soup and burgers and cooking a birthday cake for Jack and making a Winchester Surprise with Mary and playing Words With Friends to try and connect. He’s the most loving guy in the whole wide world everyone wants to be loved by him or to be him or to hold him or be held by him there is blood and dirt under his nails he gets called a killer but he loves so so fiercely so so deeply he uses his hands to nurture and care for others he hugs so so tight and while the people he loves are beating him bloody he is reaching out to them snapping them out of it with love. He saved the world with love TWICE.

#dean the narrative heart #the hearth of the house #mail

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magical-oppas · 6 months

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Who on the grid would burn Gävlebocken?

Nico Hulkenberg: Has no interest in burning it, he thinks its too much of a hassle.

Kevin Magnussen: Would love to burn it down but doesn't because it is a swedish tradition and therefore he refuses participate. Danskjävel

Zhou Guanyu: Doesn't get it, is not interested in getting it. Eats a lussebulle and drinks some julmust.

Valtteri Bottas: Like all finns he lets the swedes do their weird things and just enjoys from the sidelines.

Yuki Tsunoda: Is so down to burn it. The only reason he came to Sweden was to burn the goat tbh.

Daniel Ricciardo: Eggs Yuki on to burn it. Films the whole thing. Laughs when Yuki is arrested. To his credit he goes with Yuki to the police station.

Alex Albon: Gets why its fun to burn it and wishes for it to burn, but would not burn it himself.

Logan Sargeant: Feels so bad for the goat. Its just trying to spread some christmas joy.

Pierre Gasly: Burns it but makes it look like Esteban did it.

Esteban Ocon: Burns it but makes it look like Pierre did it.

Fernando Alonso: Burns it in the most spectacular way its ever been burned. Its a whole stage production with musical numbers. Somehow its never traced back to him.

Lance Stroll: Finds out about the existence of the goat after Fernandos burning extravaganza. Promptly forgets about the goat like five minutes later.

Lando Norris: Wants to burn the goat so bad but his plan is abysmal and will 100% get him arrested before the burning even can happen.

Oscar Piastri: Has to intervene in Landos plan because he doesn't want Lando to rot away in jail. Gets the job done nice and clean.

Charles Leclerc: Thinks its a normal swedish christmas tradition. Is shocked to find out it is illegal.

Carlos Sainz: Heard that Charles was burning something and didn't ask any follow up questions, just went with him.

Lewis Hamilton: No. It's animal cruelty.

George Russel: Supports Lewis in not burning the goat, secretly wants to burn the goat.

Max Verstappen: Already burned the goat before everyone else got there.

Checo Perez: Helped Max burn the goat before everyone else got there.

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narujenreacts · 3 months

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Will Murder Drones get a Season 2?

Alrighty. So, after GLITCH's post yesterday of Digital Circus that also mentioned "We're also working hard on Murder Drones & will be releasing final episodes soon!", which sent a lot of the fandom (including yours truly) into a panic that this meant these are the final episodes for the SERIES and not the 1st season. However, that felt off to me since GLITCH has been promoting MD as Season 1 and not a short series, which, if it had always intended to be only 8 episodes, it would've been. That's just how it goes in the industry for online series. And I believe GLITCH wouldn't make that kind of mistake in marketing. It'd be different too if it was only promoted as Season 1 for the teaser, but it's been that way up until that Digital Circus post. Hell, here are some of the things Kevin and Liam said during GlitchX:

"I remember when we were coming up with the, uh, this is like way before when, you know, Murder Drones was really, like we were really going for a smaller, smaller show-" - Kevin

"The whole oil thing that was getting set up in the pilot, that was gonna be like a MASSIVE sort of plot thread throughout the season." - Kevin

"Because in terms of importance to kind of where I want the story to go, it just ended up being less relevant." - Liam

"We, um, did the opposite of that. I think the series as it progressed, which I think is - it is intentional, I would say. We have gone from, I think, supremely silly to supremely kind of self-serious." - Liam

"There's so many dog easter eggs if you go and watch through the entire season." - Kevin

"We are announcing the finale of the season." - Kevin

With everything they said, none of it sounds like Murder Drones was intended to be a single season series. Now, this leaves two questions myself and I'm sure some of you have, "Why haven't they announced a S2 yet then and why are they barely posting MD?" I decided to enter analyzation mode and went digging through GLITCH's Twitter and YouTube. What I found was that this isn't GLITCH's first time handling their series like this.

Meta Runner Season 1 (Animated Movie Cut) was released on Aug 28, 2020 and in the description Season 2 was immediately announced since they already had it done.

Meta Runner Season 2 - EP 1: Hard Reset released Oct 16, 2020. The final episode for S2, "EP 10: Fatal Error" was released Dec 18, 2020 and there was no mention of the 3rd and final season.

Want to know when they announced it? Not until Nov 29, 2021. Over a YEAR later.

And before that they barely posted anything of MR. At first it was Sunset Paradise, and then once that series was about to conclude they started posting about MD. A lot. Way more than they have for DC. And when they announced S3 for MR they didn't even mention it was the series finale! That wasn't announced until May 6, 2022, 6 months after S3 was even announced.

However, once they did they made it VERY clear it was the final season. 99% of their posts of MR after that mentioned it was the final season.

So, to conclude my thoughts. I don't think we should be worried. I wouldn't suggest getting our hopes up TOO high, because despite GLITCH handling MD the same way they did MR, there's always the chance MD doesn't get a second season. That way we're not deeply disappointed if it doesn't, but after looking into it I personally feel a lot more confident MD will get a S2. Just be prepared that if GLITCH doesn't say anything, it could be up to a year before they do, but if MR fans could hold out for as long as they did, we can too. Don't forget either GLITCH isn't only working on the first season of DC. They're also working on the pilot for Gaslight District.

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones season 2 #glitch productions

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kevinsbabydoll · 11 months

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🏹—pretty in pink; k. khatchadourian x fem!reader

if you had known kevin was watching you through your bedroom window while you changed, would you have closed the curtains? probably not. you had a sneaking suspicion that’s what he was doing, but every time you looked out the window, there was no one to be seen. you had no proof that he was watching you, but you couldn’t help but wonder how he always knew what colour panties you were wearing each day.

“i like that colour,” he says, barely looking at you as you’re walking from your place to his. you smiled at his words; it was very foreign you’d squeeze out a compliment from kevin, so he must’ve really liked your pastel blue dress. his face is emotionless as he says the words, and you feel yourself shiver at his deep voice, but accept the compliment nonetheless.

“thanks, kev. i wasn’t really sure about it, since i rarely wear blue, but im glad you like it,” you said sweetly, brushing your thumb over his cool knuckles. the feeling of your warm touch makes him shiver. he wants you to stop talking so he can tell you he doesn’t mean the colour of your stupid dress, but the the pretty pink bra and panties you’re wearing under it.

“that’s not what i meant,” he says devilishly, and lets the words hang in the air for almost too long before you respond. “then what…” you trail off, and then it hits you. you look at him and see the cheshire grin stretched out on your boyfriend’s features. your face heats up as you realize he means your underwear. “how do you…?” you ask bashfully, even though you think you know the answer. kevin’s smile stretches further on his lips, and the look in his eyes is nothing short of wolfish.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you arrive at his place. he opens the door, and you walk in timidly behind him. you make eye-contact with eva, who is always friendly towards you, looks scared for you and gives a pained look and a strained smile. you smile in return, and notice that kevin is already up in his room. you quickly walk up the stairs and into his bedroom and see him sitting on his bed. you sit down beside him in silence for a moment before he pounces on you.

you moan in surprise, but it quickly turns into one of pleasure as kevin starts to suck on your neck, his mouth leaving several purple marks in its wake. you were a little worried about having to have dinner with his family later when you were covered in hickeys, but your self-consciousness was suddenly subdued by kevin shoving your dress above your hips and pulling your panties off. “these are lovely,” kevin says teasingly referring to the lace garment for the second time tonight.

“mmph! kev…” you squeal as he pushes his cock into you without warning. he enjoys the stretch of your unprepared pussy and your cute little screams of pleasure. “shut up, do you want her to hear you?” he grunts, referring to his mother; he doesn’t care if eva hears or even walks in and sees the two of you, but he knows the thought of it puts you on edge. “n-no…oh..!” you moan, trying to quiet down. kevin takes notice of it, and thrusts harder into you. his gaze is as hard as steel, and he looks like he’s going to devour you at any moment. he’s always so deliciously rough with you.

“take it,” he whispers into your ear, biting your lobe. you feel your eyes to the back of your head and filling with tears at the overstimulated feeling building up in your tummy. “you’re bullying me…” you whimper, teasing him slightly. as unpredictable as kevin is, you know him well enough to know that this’ll only egg him on. he pushes his cock deeply into your cervix, only proving your point. you let out a deeply pornographic moan as your boyfriend ravages you through your orgasm. “fuck! oh my god, kev!” you cry out as you cum around him. he joins you seconds later, and fills you up with his cum.

kevin collapses beside you and slings an arm around your waist. he barely gives you a second to recover before he asks, “you ready for dinner, babe?” you turn around and look at your boyfriend’s pretty face and notice the mean smirk on his face. you take a moment to breathe before you look for your undergarment. “kev? what happened to my panties?” he looks at you lazily and shrugs, before pulling his jeans over his slender hips. “you’re just gonna have to go without them,” you blush at the thought and kevin takes your hand to lead you downstairs.

you follow kevin down the stairs with a limp to where his family is seated at the dinner table. your face heats up with shame as you feel their eyes on the two of you and to make matters worse, you feel kevin’s cum dribble down your leg; you clench your thighs together to avoid any more leaking out. you sit down beside each other at the table and you avoid making eye-contact with eva.

“i’m starving,” kevin says breaking the silence within the room. you look down abashedly when his father clears his throat, and notice something pink peeking out of kevin’s jeans pocket; your panties. you had a pretty good idea of what he was gonna do with them later, and you were certainly going to put on a show for him tomorrow morning.

#kevinsbabydollfics #kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khachadourian x reader #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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stusbunker · 1 month

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Spotless: Arpeggio

Chapter Twenty

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Bobby/Annie, Pam/Lee, OFC Gibson, Ash, Benny, Cesar/Jesse, Kevin, Cas, and Charlie

Word Count: 4031

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, recreational drug use, surprise birthday guests, Dean being a giant kid, actually it's everyone, more history and an uh-oh, unbeta'd

A/N: You know how you outline bullet points that you need covered in a chapter and then you write all day long and forget one of the biggest ones until literally the last sentence? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, I can't believe we are TWENTY whole chapters into this beast. Thank you all, so SO much for hanging around. xoxo Stu

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Dean’s morning began with a blow horn blast compliments of Sam, who then received a bitch slap from his very frightened and at odds older brother.

“Rise and shine, jerk. It’s the last year of your thirties!”

Dean groaned and buried his head beneath the pillows, poorly hiding from anymore horns. “Hephha waaff to wff agy hpp birfay”

“WHAT?! I can’t hear you?!”

Dean flipped Sam off and rolled over. “Helluva way to wish a guy Happy Birthday.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s not all.”

He pulled out a bag of the greasiest breakfast burritos from a shop around the corner from Charlies that they had discovered after being up all night gaming, drunk and caffeinated out of their minds.

“Oh my god, you do love me!” Dean snatched the bag out of Sam’s hand and grabbed a burrito and cradled it to his chest. He looked up at Sam and said fervently, “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said to you.”

“No you don’t. You’re just hungry. You want me to leave you two alone or should I take it back downstairs where the coffee lives?”

Dean stared down at the warm lump in his hand and honestly considered eating it right away, but Sam was right and scrambled eggs and peppers were not something he wanted to clean off his sheets whenever he found them again after the coming festivities.

“Yeah, thanks, let me grab some clothes and I’ll meet you down there.”

“You got it,” Sam took the burrito back as Dean dropped it into his outstretched hand.

“No fucking with it now, I know how it’s supposed to be wrapped,” Dean warned with a firm pointer finger.

Sam rolled his eyes and his hair along with them and stalked out of Dean’s room towards the backstairs that led into the kitchen.

They ate breakfast in relative silence, coffee and contemplation and all that. Just two brothers celebrating a year that both of them were worried wouldn’t come. Aging might be a bitch, but it is definitely better than the alternative. And for the Winchester brothers, a blessing they weren’t ever quite sure they deserved.

Charlie and you slinked in just after noon, after Dean and Sam had half-heartedly worked off their breakfasts and showered for the day. You had the most obnoxious balloon cowboy hat for him while Charlie presented him with a ‘birthday prince’ sash that he was under orders to keep on all day.

Dean eyed you both with a simmering shame-twinged annoyance. This wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. He already got looks when he went out as it was, plus only a douche of a grown man demands strangers acknowledge his birthday that way.

“Guys, come on. I’m not— this is a little ridiculous,” Dean didn’t want to be ungrateful.

You sighed. “Okay, fine, spoilsport. Just let us take a few pictures and you can ditch the hat.”

“Oh! The hat was the best part!” Sam lamented.

“Can it, Sammy,” Dean snipped.

Charlie chuckled. “Okay, but you can totally wear the sash where we’re going, because nobody else will even be there to see you in it, just your friends.”

Dean pursed his lips and looked the redhead in the eye, she wasn’t going to let him win. “Great—- just great.”

Lee and Benny were gonna have a field day with this one.

“Atta boy! Say CHEESE!” Charlie chirped, taking way too many shots and angles with him and his birthday attire.

They hung out and shared a joint, picking at a cheese tray that Sam had pulled out. Sure they had places to be, but that was the beauty of being the guest of honor, everything revolved around Dean-time. And as absolutely narcissistic as that sounded, Dean could get used to that kind of schedule.

The party bus arrived just before two. It was actually the band’s touring bus, which meant it was roomy and stocked to the brim with alcohol and edibles. Bud itself was never left on the bus to dry out. Inside were Benny, Cesar and Jesse, all moderately sober as they were also acting as light security detail for the day. Pam and Lee brought Gibson along, which told Dean wherever they were headed was going to be fun, however wholesome. Madison and Annie were there with Bobby upfront driving ‘The Proud Mary’ as the bus was so lovingly called. And around the table in the small kitchenette were Kevin, Ash and Cas.

Holy shit, Dean had to blink.

He turned around on the stairs and looked at you, who were the only one daring enough to pull this off. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

“What?” You smirked and batted your eyelashes with fake innocence.

Dean looked at you and felt something in his chest crack. But before he could get overrun by the emotions, gratitude, fear, even anger, Sam cleared his throat.

“In or out, Dean, air’s on.”

Dean nodded and blinked away the awe. “Thank you,” he grunted beneath his breath and turned to the cheers and jeers of his people.

“There he is!”

“Birthday boy!”

“Hey Winchester, I like your do-hickey,” Benny teased.

“It’s a sash, dumbass,” Cesar quipped, flicking the brim of Benny’s cap.

“HAPPY BIRTH-DAY,” Pam started offkey and then everybody joined in. Dean nodded along, faux-conducting and fighting the blush on his cheeks with every out of tune note.

He bowed as the song ended and then griped, “Yeah, okay, enough of that. Let’s get this shit started, shall we?! Uh, Gibson you good to DD on the way home, buddy?”

Everyone laughed.

“UNCLE DEAN! I can’t drive yet.”

“You sure?”

“I’m only six!”

“I don’t know,” Dean said thoughtfully, bending to look the stringbean over. “I think you could pass for seven or eight maybe.”

“Nuh-uh!”

Dean ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug. “Fine! I’ll let Bobby keep his spot for today, but when you get your license, come talk to me about a job young man,” Dean promised.

Dean eased onto the bus, with you and Sam on his heels until you broke off to find a seat. He nodded and accepted hugs and high fives before he made his way to the table in the back, well that section’s back. The bunks and the bathroom were down a short hallway past the eating area and bar.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming,” Dean said broadly, but his eyes couldn’t stop looking for Cas’.

“Of course, man! Gotta celebrate another trip around the sun,” Ash exclaimed, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Kevin sniggered as he looked up at Dean and back across to Cas. “You know he’s real and everything.”

“He even speaks,” Cas deadpanned, turning his glare at Kevin.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Happy birthday, Dean.”

Dean felt the lurch of the bus entering traffic and panic resurfaced. “Good to see you. But, uh, we’ll catch up at some point? I gotta,” Dean sputtered and thumbed toward the general direction of the side-by-side seats along one wall.

“Of course,” Cas nodded, but gave Dean a tentative smile. Dean felt lightheaded but he felt better when he had a solid seat underneath his ass. Talk about a mindfuck.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and silently thanked the universe that he agreed to these super secret, group, birthday shenanigans.

The adventure park was suspiciously abandoned, even for a weekend day. But Dean took it as part of the present, no paps, no families with kids too young for school clogging up the Skee Ball lanes or having accidents on the go karts. He was kind of amazed y’all were able to pull this off, but it was far enough away from the busier parts of town that maybe you had scored a good deal. Or maybe Dean didn’t want to think about how much you and Sam and probably Bobby had shelled out for the day.

Even after years of his own success, Dean felt guilty whenever people spent money on him.

“Okay, line up for your wristbands. Everyone gets one, if you run out of tokens, tough luck. Laser Tag and Go Karts are available if we ask, just make sure there’s a big enough group to make up for the staff being pulled to those locations. Pizza will be set out as a buffet at five. I’ll get pitchers of water and soda out in the meantime,” you used a teacher's voice over the rowdy crowd as they beelined out of the bus and up to the gates.

Dean was almost giddy; he was so excited.

You bestowed a lanyard over his head, instead of a wristband. Which meant unlimited tokens for games and a turn in the vortex machine where paper tickets floated around and he was supposed to catch them for prizes. He was banking on letting Gibson take that responsibility, but hadn’t said anything because he knew Pam hated to spoil him, especially on someone else’s birthday. Oh well, being a surrogate Uncle held some leeway afterall.

“First one to the gokarts is a rotten egg!” Ash called out, making everyone turn on their heels and book it through the doors.

Dean laughed at the reversion to grade school taunts, but definitely tripped Sam on his way passed.

Somehow, Bobby and Annie got the first kart, but then again Dean didn’t remember seeing them as you made your little announcement, so they must have had a head start. The line was a mass of people bickering for a turn, which color kart they wanted, or which number if you were Charlie and Kevin. Dean had his shotgun attached at his hip, bouncing on the soles of his feet. But everytime he glanced up and saw Cas talking to Sam or nodding at something Pam said, he had to do a double take.

In all, they filled nearly all the available twelve karts. Dean and Gibson were in number 11, Lee, Benny, Pam, Cas, Ash, Kevin, Cesar, Jesse and Charlie all drove solo. While Sam and Madison, Bobby and Annie paired off. No one could get you in one of those things if they tried, and they all knew better than to try. Which Dean was grateful for, he hated rehashing your shit for other people’s understanding.

They did four lap races for almost an hour, with Dean sneaking past Bobby for the final victory. But everyone (except for Ash and Charlie) had lost count of their stats by the time they got inside to chug some soda and hit the arcade area before dinner.

Dean was sweating, faux satin clinging to his back through his shirts as he polished off a cup of flat cola. But he couldn’t keep the grin off his face long, seeing all of his favorite people milling around, trying to one up each other or just beat one another to a coveted game. It was the stuff of childhood birthdays he had only ever dreamed about, but you had made possible.

Lee held Gibson on his shoulders as they took Sam on at the free throw alleys. Charlie and Madison were playing some kind of shooting game while Kevin and Cesar watched them, obviously impressed by their stances with the fake rifles. It made him think of Jo and Big Buck Hunter for the briefest moment, but he tucked that away and chose to relish in the moment instead. Cas and Jesse were at the air hockey table and Bobby and Ash huddled by the wall of Skeeball machines, not partaking themselves, just watching you as you sank ball after ball into the 300 or better rings.

Dean couldn’t pick what he wanted to do next, so he just watched for a few minutes, soaking in the joy around him.

Eventually, his stomach chose for him. The pizzas were delivered in a tidy row down a side table of every cheap topping option available. There was even a mushroom option, which was probably the only thing close to a vegetable in the place, but it meant Sam couldn’t bitch. Everyone chowed down, standing and sitting in hodgepodge groupings, laughing and debating on what to do next.

Pam was comparing Cas’ and Kevin’s tattoos as Dean approached, paper plate firmly in hand, chewing as he silently butt into the conversation.

“Looks good, I mean, he’d hate them, but you know that would only be for show,” Pam said about the late Rufus.

“Yeah,” Cas agreed, pulling his arm back.

“Crotchety old bastard,” Dean added between bites.

“May he rest in peace,” Pam added, respect and mirth flitted in her eyes.

“So, Cas, how’s the kid and the band and fucking everything?” Pam changed the subject.

“Uh, we’re—- making progress,” Cas said simply, clearly unsure what to do with Dean’s presence. He worried at his lip ring like he always did when he was uncomfortable, but Dean was too damn curious and stubborn to take the hint.

“They’re finding their sound, it’s kind of cool to see it happen. You should go with me sometime to their rehearsals. It’s very organic,” Kevin explained. “It’s like they can sense what the other is thinking and just go for it.”

Dean couldn’t even pretend that that didn’t sting.

He cleared his throat. “So, where do you guys practice?”

“Oh— my place,” Cas said.

The fact that Kevin had been hanging with Cas and getting tattoos was one thing. The fact that he was in on this new band and its budding chemistry all while getting to spend time in Cas’ space was nothing short of getting his knees kicked out.

Not to mention, Cas had barely a townhouse with only one extra bedroom. He always preferred to live simply, as he put it.

“How does that work?”

Pam crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, seeing where this was going better than Dean. “Are you a garage band, Cas?”

He just shrugged.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you meant by organic,” he said to Kevin.

“Not exactly— that’s part of it, but I don’t know if it’s like some gene thing or a psychic connection. They’re just really good together.”

Pamela inhaled as Dean squinted at Cas, who had gone stock still with Kevin’s words.

“Gene thing?”

“Dean—,” Pamela warned.

“Oh, crap,” Kevin said, realizing too late that Dean was apparently more in the dark than he’d known.

Castiel remained silent, eyes boring into Dean, waiting for the explosion. It made Dean sick to realize that Cas was afraid of him, of his temper, still.

Dean set down his slice of pizza and squared his shoulders, trying to keep it civil. To not be that guy anymore. “Cas, come on man. What’s that about? He some long lost cousin or something?”

“Jack’s my kid, actually.”

Dean sputtered. “Yeah right, nice one.”

Everyone glared at him.

“You’re serious? How? When? I would have fucking noticed if you had actually boned down some chick—- I mean how old is he?”

Cas rolled his eyes and Dean had the sinking sensation that absolutely none of this was his business. But Cas had been his best friend for most of their lives— it was important information to have, even if it was twenty years too late.

Kevin and Pam silently agreed to disappear, but Dean couldn’t pinpoint the moment it happened. They were there and then they were gone.

“Dean,” Cas chastised.

“No— I deserve to know. I mean, what the hell? A kid?”

Cas raised his eyebrow, the one with the damn ring in it and Dean wanted, not for the first time, to yank it out.

“Kind of like I— like we deserved to know you were in an underground fighting ring? Like you had some sort of deathwish pact with a pimp and a known murderer?”

Dean felt an icy chill run down his spine, his hands instantly turned to fists and he had to breathe to keep the rage at bay. But his chest was so tight and the shame had become worms in his stomach. He wasn’t going to puke at his own birthday party, not from something as pathetic as his own mistakes. Alcohol would have been an easier taste in his mouth.

The party continued around them, but Dean didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

Cas seemed to register that and looked down at his boots before meeting Dean’s eye once more. “Dean, I’m sorry— that— that was uncalled for.”

Dean swallowed down the bile and exhaled.

He unclenched his fists, shaking them slightly to feel something other than overwhelming emotion, the kind he’d need a few sessions with Missouri to even name.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean grunted, head down as he got himself together.

“Dean— we should talk, but I can’t really explain myself in front of everyone.”

Dean hummed.

“It’s just— I think there’s a lot we never got off our chests and it only made the last couple of years harder— on both of us.”

“It seems like everyone else already knows your business, Cas. Just kind of sucks to be the last to know.”

Cas nodded, eyes still tight, still on guard.

“But I guess the way I was— kind of makes sense. I didn’t deserve to know.”

Cas’ face softened. “Dean— that’s not. Let’s not, right now. Later. Okay?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Dean inched around the corner, weapon drawn and head on a swivel. He couldn’t see much, but endless nooks for the enemy to hide. The arena was dark, out of necessity, but it only added to the adrenaline pumping through him. Dean nodded to his teammate and they spun around the next edge, fingers on their triggers as they stood back to back.

He really wished they had communication between the other members of Green Team, but that was just rich people thinking for a family entertainment center. It wasn’t like they were storming the beaches of Normandy here.

Something moved in his periphery but before Dean could turn you shot behind him, getting Kevin square in the chest. You both watched as Kevin fell dramatically to the floor, one down, five more to go.

“Nice shot,” Dean said out of the corner of his mouth.

“I feel like that was too easy,” you replied, searching the area while you whispered.

“Might have been a scout,” Dean agreed.

“Yeah, but—”

He felt you shift behind him and he rounded to cover you, but Benny was already there, a near wall of guns behind him.

“It was a fire fight!” Ash screamed out of his spot above them, taking Charlie out with the distraction.

You kept your body turned, lessening their target and fired without even blinking, but Sam had height on you and you ended up taking each other out. Dean, unable to make a shot connect, cursed, turned tail, and ran, ducking down a ladder and trying to loop back on Benny and Pam.

Three down to his team’s one, that he knew of, still good odds.

But then he saw Jesse sitting with his back against a wall, clearly down. Dean needed to find Cas and Cesar yesterday. Or they wouldn’t be able to call it in their favor. He crouched down and checked his back, without you to watch his six he felt extra exposed, though he kept to the edges, using the shadows to his advantage.

He heard whispering and he immediately hit the deck, rolling until he was flush with wall length-wise. But the voices stopped about ten feet away, either on the level above him or around the corner out of sight. Dean waited, gun drawn and senses on overdrive.

The telltale electronic chime of a chest plate activating sounded off and the voices turned from whispers to shouts of shock. Someone had gotten Pam.

Which meant that Lee and Benny were the only ones left from Sam’s team.

And Lee was alone looking to the rafters from the sounds of it.

Dean army-crawled around the corner and got Lee from underneath, his cackle of victory the only way Lee even knew he was there.

“You sonofabitch!” Lee griped, helping Dean up before disappearing to the land of misfit toys, aka following Pam to the nearest exit.

Cesar appeared, seemingly out of nowhere and nodded Dean back to the rest of the team. Cas and Ash were still alive and kicking, strategizing on how to find or draw out Benny. But before Dean could turn and let Cesar back into the huddle, his chest piece crackled to life: Benny had shot him in the back.

Dean waved him off, trying to catch up with Benny’s trail, as Ash and Cas flanked him widely. They tried to cast a broad net, but instead they left too much space and Benny wound around them and took Ash out without Dean or Cas even seeing him.

Dean looked at Cas and Cas nodded, doubling back and letting Dean take point.

It felt like hours, but really it only took maybe five more minutes of creeping around the obstacles in the center of the arena for Dean to catch sight of Benny. His sturdy frame ducked behind a pillar as Dean slowly followed. But he was too slow, because Benny had spun around and had his gun on Dean’s back plate before Dean could move.

“Bang bang,” Benny taunted, but he didn’t pull the trigger. He wanted Dean to surrender, but that wouldn’t do anything unless… Benny didn’t know Cas was still out there.

Dean held up his arms, but he didn’t drop his weapon.

“Alright, cher, nice and easy,” Benny coaxed Dean to turn face him.

“You got me,man,” Dean huffed, playing it up.

“Well, even the Birthday Prince loses sometimes.”

Then Benny’s chest flashed to life.

“What the—”

“And sometimes they still win,” Cas’ deadpan interrupted Benny’s surprise.

“Nice one, Cas!” Dean held up his hand for a high five, but Cas just cocked his head as the overheads snapped on, blinding them all in sudden light.

It wasn’t the first time that Dean thought Cas had some super-human senses. And he was happy to think that it probably wasn’t the last time either. Not anymore.

Everything considered, Gibson won the day. Every single adult, even Kevin, forked over the prize tickets they had wracked up on their wristbands for Gibson to exchange for a four foot long stuffed dog from some show or another. Dean fist bumped him and helped him carry the thing back onto the bus. But before Dean could haul himself up the first step, Sam pulled him back to the curb.

“Here— don’t say I never got you anything.” Sam handed him a massive rainbowed Slinky.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see that! This is awesome,” Dean geeked out. “Thanks, man.”

Sam just shook his head and grinned.

Everyone got back on the bus and started in on the adult beverages as you sorted the tab and made sure everything was alright with the staff. Dean sat on his hands, forcing himself not to run back in and add on his own tip. He really did trust you, but some habits were hard to break.

“Ready?” Dean heard Bobby ask you before cranking the door shut.

The bus rumbled off the curb and into the neverending traffic of the city at night. But they had everything they could possibly need on board. And when you sat down in the spot beside him, Dean couldn’t think of a single thing that could make his birthday any better.

He looked over at you and smiled, soft, just a hint of it on his lips, trying to keep himself from saying something stupid. You rolled your eyes and smiled back. And yeah, today might have been one for the books. But there were still chapters left unwritten between you two and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wait anymore to find out what they’d said.

Then his phone rang. “Dean? Happy birthday! How did you want to go celebrate?”

It was Bela.

He had completely forgotten to invite Bela.

And apparently, somehow, so had you.

Fuck.

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Chapter 22: Dolce

#spotless series #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #dean/bela #slow burn #rockstar au #fake dating #dean fluff #dean angst

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electraslight · 10 months

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do you ever think about max's monster. do you ever think about how max was so desperate to save phil, and ben just watched with contempt. do you ever think about how ben keeps telling max that it's obvious phil cant be saved and yet max keeps going, not heeding the warnings, not heeding the call of someone who knows this sort of feeling more than anybody. do you ever think about how ben wants phil to be good but just knows in his gut hes not. do you ever think about how max, through rook, tries to appeal to the only thing he knows, and rook tells ben that phil could be good. kevin was good. and ben glares at him and tells him 'phil is no kevin'. like he knows kevin was a flash in the pan, will never be replicated, no matter how much he tries. do you ever think about how mad ben is at max, using ben's best friend against him, the one he knows ben almost failed to save, the one MAX tried to tell him was a bad egg, nothing but a disobedient dog that needed to be put down, and now hes here trying to appeal to ben using kevin about an old man who never knew the type of pain ben knows kevin did, who willingly let himself go, who wasnt just a scared little boy. do you ever think max didnt mean the words he was saying when he said phil was no kevin. do you ever think he meant them, but he meant 'phil is good in the system. kevin is a blight on it.' do you ever think about how phil turned out to be a rooter, so in the end, max's 'kevin' was just hurting ben's, hurting BEN, the whole time. do you ever wonder how such a loaded episode was in omniverse of all fucking things. do you. DO YOU

#ben 10 #ben 10 omniverse #ben 10 alien force #ben tennyson #ben 10 ultimate alien #kevin levin #ben 10 classic #ben ten #max tennyson #ben and kevinposting

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ivrxquack · 1 year

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Cod x reader fishing head cannons

(Also some frog molments)

Konig

Super excited

when he gets a catch please take a picture and praise him he’ll be giddy all week

would probably cry if y’all release the fish

likes to watch the frog eggs…exist

Horangi

boujee

complains about water getting in his boots

is pretty proud of his catch tho

gets fed up when a frog jumps on him

Price

Is a pro

Catches the biggest fishes

“playfully”throws the fish in your face while it’s flapping everywhere

wants to cook some frog legs

Ghost

Also kind of a pro

ready to cook the fish as soon as he pulls it up

gets a little quirky when you praise him

catches a huge screaming bull frog

Soap

throws the fish on you when he brings it out the water

will fling the frog across the forest if you give it to him

Will eventually chill once you two exit the boat and go home

Krueger

*insert Kevin gates roar*the wild side comes out

swims in the lake grabbing fish with his mouth

Chases around frogs

Eats the worms and frog eggs (he lacks social skills cause he’s been in my basement for so long)

Gaz

he’s all over the place like please sit down and stop rocking the boat

shakes in happiness when he pulls up a fish

Picks up frog eggs and just pokes them gently

Gets a little creeped out by the frogs but it’s all good

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cowpants147 · 1 year

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I can't sleep so I'm just laid here and I started thinking about the Foxes that go on to play exy professionally and what they'd do after retirement:

Andrew

I know for a fact that this interaction happened during Andrews last press event after his last match.

Reporter: so Andrew, now that you've officially retired, what are you gonna do now?

Andrew: I'm gonna be a stay at home dad.

Obviously the reporters run w it and suddenly everyone's trying to figure out when Andrew had kids and who with all the while he's at home with the cats aka his children all day.

I also think he either starts coaching exy at a school or at a youth centre because he recognises the out that exy gave him and he's great with kids.

Neil

Neil's got too much of a mouth on him to go quietly into retirement so I definitely see him being a commentator and providing some of the highest praise and most iconic insults ever known to the sports channels.

I feel like he'd miss actually playing though so he'd probably become some kind of coach. Maybe even goes back to PSU to help Dan as assistant coach after Wymack retires.

Kevin

That boy was born and bred for his own sports related show. I like the idea of him and Jeremy hosting this exy post show where they go over everything that's happened in the week. Jeremy is ever positive, Kevin is harsher with his commentary but they've both got smiles made for prime time TV.

They have a 3rd on the panel reserved for a different special guest each week. Such special guests at one point include Neil, Wymack, and Andrew who only went on to see if he could get Kevin to crack and break character.

Matt

100% becomes a stay at home dad to his and Dan's actual human kids and their golden retriever. During this retirement press conference he says something about proudly being Dan's trophy husband.

Coach's his kids little league team, even if they're not playing exy. Makes homemade signs with the kids for when they go watch the Foxes play.

Buys Andrew a matching "best dad ever" mug the minute Andrew drops that line in his interview. When Neil teams up with Dan to coach the Foxes these two become random best buds, going out for food and and drinks together, sitting together at games, worldlessly teaming up to make sure Dan and Neil have lunch every day at practise.

+ Jeremy and Jean

The minute Jean retires he's done with exy. Jeremy goes on to do a shit ton of charity work and be on the weekly prime time exy show with Kevin but Jean is more than happy to stay out of the public eye.

They live on a farm or like in a super cute small town where nobody bothers them. Jean spends all day reading books, painting, takes up photography and becomes so good that he's hired by the locals for weddings, newborn pics, etc. He's a regular at the farmers market. Maybe if they live on a farm then he has his own stall selling eggs, jams, and family recipes that Jeremy passed down to him from the Knox family and that Jean has perfected over the years.

And they travel as much as they can! They have a second home in France and use that as their home base while they trav around Europe every chance they can get.

#its 4am and even after using the brain power to think of this and write it im not tired #woop #aftg #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #jeremy knox #matt boyd #jean moreau #aftg headcanon #tfc headcannon #psu #the foxes #jerejean #andreil

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libraryofloveletters · 5 months

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Something Doesn't Taste Right

Kevin Magnussen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, kevin is determined that he can do this, he's also got a heavy hand, (think 'just two shots of vodka' meme lol), something seems to go wrong every time, some friendly teasing.

Word Count: 680

Author's Note: those of you that have been around for a while know that I loveeeeee k-mag so if you don't, you're new so welcome to the madness.

Your husband convinces you that he knows how to make eggnog, no need to buy it from the store. His father’s recipe is the best of the best.. that’s if Kevin can figure it out.

"Are you sure?" You asked your husband, glancing over your shoulder at him.

You and Kevin have gone to the store to pick up a few things for your Christmas party this upcoming weekend. You stopped in the refrigerated section to get cheese and eggs and you came across their giant selection of eggnog; peppermint, cinnamon, gingerbread - you name it, they had it.

The carton in your hand, you showed your husband. "We should just buy it, it'll be easier. You just add the rum to it after."

Kevin waves you off, "it's fine babe, I can make it."

You were a bit sceptical of your husband. Kevin was insistent that you didn't buy the eggnog because he knew how to make it. He had watched his father do it every Christmas holiday growing up, he practically knew it like the back of his hand, or so he said.

"We have everything at home to make it. It's better homemade, trust me."

Your brows furrow but you give in, setting the carton back on the shelf. "If you say so."

The trip at the store concluded, you and Kevin arrived back at home shortly after. As you pack away the groceries, your husband begins making his eggnog.

You watched from the counter as Kevin mixed together his ingredients in the pot on the stove. You were still a bit skeptical, but it seems like things are coming together, so you figure what's the worst that could happen ?

"Now we wait," Kev tells you, setting it into the fridge after a while.

The two of you busy yourselves with some decorating for the party in the meantime. You and Kevin return to the kitchen a few hours later, Kevin putting the now cooled pot of eggnog on the counter.

"Is it done?"

"No, I've got to add the vanilla and the liquor but you can taste it before if you'd like."

Kevin puts some into a glass for you, letting you take a sip of it. You make a face, "that's really sweet, is it supposed to be that sweet?" You hand the glass over to him.

His brows furrow, taking a sip. "Oh.. I must have put too much sugar, the vanilla will balance it."

You watch as he pours the vanilla extract into the pot, his heavy hand in play. You've never made eggnog but by the looks of it, it seems like way too much.

Kevin stirs the pot, pouring some more into the glass for you. "Okay, try it now."

The overwhelming smell of vanilla hits your nose and as you take a sip, it covers your taste buds. "Uh.. I don't think this is right either, babe."

You hand the glass to him, Kevin seems confused but he takes a sip.

"Okay yeah, I see where I went wrong, too much vanilla."

"Yeah," you nod, drinking some water to cleanse your mouth of the taste.

Kevin turns to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of bourbon. "This one?"

"It's your recipe, babe. Your choice."

He nods, undoing the cap on the bottle. Kevin's heavy hand comes into play yet again, pouring just a little over a quarter into the pot and begins stirring it.

He adds some into a new glass for you, "okay final one. I think I got it right."

You're still skeptical, taking a small sip. At first, it was fine - the bourbon seems to have balanced out the vanilla and the sugar.

It was like you spoke too soon, the back of your throat burning when the bourbon finally kicked in. "Holy shit," you rubbed your chest, setting the glass down.

"What?" He takes the glass.

"That's so-" you stop, watching as Kevin takes a sip of the eggnog. It takes him a second but his face mirrored yours. "That's strong."

"Yeah," you laughed, "I think we should make a trip to the store."

Kevin nods, "store bought eggnog for now, but I will get it right." You pat his chest, "sure baby, just not when we have guests coming over."

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #kevin magnussen #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x y/n #kevin magnussen x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 blurb #f1 imagine

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buffyfan145 · 5 months

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Got another great promo pic from the photographer of "The Iron Claw" today thanks to his Instagram stories!!! 😀 This one is of David and Kerry from when they were a tag team and went to Florida and other territories playing "heels", the wrestling term for villains or bad guys. They used to wear feathers in their hair too which you can see in Harris' hair but Kerry did too usually on the opposite side. Funny thing is David was great at playing both face & heel (face is hero/good guy) showing how much acting talent he had but it was hard for Kerry and Kevin not to play faces/heroes so they stayed as good guys for the rest of their careers. So again love the details the movie had and the Easter eggs for us wrestling fans too.

ETA: Found the pic of David this is referencing too and didn't realize that outfit is also another one he actually wore.

#the iron claw #the von erichs #david von erich #kerry von erich #harris dickinson #jeremy allen white #wrestling

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