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hotvampireadjacent · 1 year

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God

#racism #antiblackism #lynching

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little2nerdy · 10 days

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we know abby has seen some really terrible injuries during her time with the foxes/aftermath of spending time with the ravens so she saw jean and was somewhat prepared, but i can imagine the nurses/doctors/trainers for the trojans being absolutely appalled, driven to drink levels of disturbed by seeing jean’s medical records/x-rays/scars. like i can just imagine the coaches and team staff getting together to compare notes on jean and realizing how far into the deep end they were thrown (they’re all cursing kevin day and wymack, and jeremy a little)

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numnue · 11 months

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how i think this went down:

kevin, immediately after seth’s death: ok but what about stickball????

nicky, appalled: KEVIN THE MAN IS DEAD

kevin, considering nicky’s words for a second: eh it’s not a major loss

and then it’s just:

neil, to himself: *looks at aaron and kevin* what dumbasses *immediately seeks out andrew*

andrew: your apathy doesn't bode well for your mental health, bestie

neil, sighing internally: ...dont even get me started on seth >:(

#how i think this went down #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg fandom #andreil #tkm #tfc #kevin day #aftg headcanon #aftg incorrect quotes #aftg quotes #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #andreil headcanon

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palmettoshitposts · 8 months

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random hoh neil (+andrew) kefu headcanons:

the only reason anyone figures out that neil has hearing loss is because they’re at a party and neil is a tiny bit tipsy and he just goes “don’t you wish you could hear as well as you did when you were a kid? like there’s sounds I miss hearing from childhood” - neil heard that people lose their hearing as they get older and he just presumed it happened to everyone and no one mentioned it until you’re like in your 60s

the foxes have presumed for a long time it's probably an adhd thing that neil can't follow more than one conversation at once. meanwhile neil just can't lipread them all

the other foxes (it’s mostly matt and nicky) convince neil to find a way to shut kevin up a bit on court. neil, always willing to fuck with kevin, goes on a seemingly sincere ramble one night about losing his hearing has made him become a better player because he’s ‘more in tune with the game’. kevin takes this to heart and starts musing about the importance of nonverbal communication on court and andrew is pissing himself silent laughter

andrew thought neil was beginning to lose interest in him. neil is appalled when he finds this out and says that andrew is, for once, the idiot in the relationship.

when neil gets his first hearing aids, he removes them every time kevin starts speaking and dangles them at him like it’s a bell

andrew immediately learns sign language. there are lots of things andrew can’t say out loud but he can sign. signing feels more purposeful and less open to interpretation. he starts signing things to people that he wants to say but can’t. (‘thank you for caring’ is directed at nicky over the noise of a busy party. andrew presumes can’t understand or won’t see. he does, but never lets on)

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high-queen-of-the-court · 3 months

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i know i'm in the minority with this, but i think kevin falling in love with a girl who has no exy knowledge is just so funny. i'm talking a short, super girly-girl who wears pink and is pretty much all sunshine and rainbows.

when they meet, kevin is absolutely appalled when she says, "exy? yeah, i think my dad watches that?" but they just have amazing conversations and keep running into each other. THEN she learns all the exy rules, teams, and drama for him and kevin is absolutely infatuated.

since she gets along with a fox, she has to have another side to her. she shows up to all of kevin's games and screams about the refs' calls being wrong and is ready to bust someone's butt the second they slightly knock into kevin. he has no idea what to do. like, what do those ribbons in your hair mean if you're about to commit murder over a sport? (that's super rich coming from him.)

neil definitely thinks this is hilarious. andrew, on the other hand, is just confused because he doesn't understand why anyone would like kevin. (he's also just a bit possessive of the queen)

#her: ୨୧ :D ✿#kevin: :| -> :)#kevin: *trips*#her: *beating up the ground* >:(#kevin:#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #incorrect aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #kevin day x happiness #exy #aftg headcanon #aftg textpost #all for the game headcanon #the foxhole court textpost

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otdiaftg · 6 months

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Neil takes a stand against Kevin.

"She shouldn't have taken Andrew away," Kevin said in a low voice. Nicky shot him appalled look. "You don't really think that." "You've always been the biggest critic of his drugs," Dan said. "What changed?" "The timing," Neil said. "There are two games left this season and we're pretty much a shoo-in for spring championships. If the ERC decides Andrew isn't part of our line-up anymore, we're beneath size regulations. They'll strike us from the roster and our year is over. You can bet Riko will be the first one we hear from if that happens. Kevin's afraid." "Screw the season," Nicky said heatedly. "I'm sorry, but Andrew's my cousin, and I'll take him over championships any day. If Betsy actually left him on his medicine after what just happened I'd—" He couldn't make himself finish, but he gave an emphatic jerk of his hand. "As if you feel any differently," Kevin sent Neil. Neil fixed Kevin with a stony look. "Maybe if you'd stuck around a moment longer you'd understand why I don't care anymore. When you came upstairs, did you hear him laughing, Kevin? He was," he said, ignoring the way Nicky flinched and the quick look Dan shot Matt, "before Drake even hit the ground. So yes, even I would give up this season. And after everything he's done and every risk he's taken for you, you'd better feel the same." "It's not that simple," Kevin started. "Then simplify it," Neil cut in

Day: Monday, November 13th Time: 5:35 PM EST

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cultpastorkevin · 5 months

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is anyone else concerned and appalled by the foxes and wymack and everyone else encouraging Kevin’s alcoholism in lieu of actually helping him

giving him a bottle when he’s upset or freaking out isn’t normal

#aftg #all for the game #edgar allan ravens #kevin day #palmetto state foxes #the foxes #the sunshine court #riko moriyama #andrew minyard #neil josten #dude has horrible coping mechanisms #but also it partially wasn’t his fault #rehab and trauma therapy would be a good place to start

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loserlvrss · 3 months

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꒰ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ꒱ 손영재

summary : you broke with eric a long time ago, and you thought you were over him until you saw him with another girl

genre : angst, eric x afab!reader, non-idol!au, bestfreind!chanhee, for plot purposes everyone mentioned is around the same ages of 23-25 tws : language, mentions of sex, depressive episode author notes : no happy endings with me ♡ word count : 2.3k

“chanhee, i didn’t even want to come.”

“well, neither did i, y/n, but kevin said he’d send his attack-snake out on me. and i don’t want to find out what that even means.”

“huh,” you said, shoulders motioning with your voice, “kinky.”

"of course you'd think that," your best friend of a couple years (but felt like a million, in a good way) started, rolling his sharp eyes, "you haven't fucked in —"

"alright!" you stopped him, taking the creese of his elbow, "i get it, i'm lonely. damn, what about you though, king? when was your last relationship? because if i'm remembering correctly, it ended before eri —"

"y/n!" running up to the pair of you was the host, a bright and inviting smile plastering his face. although, you weren't sure why you kept walking around like a knife was lodged between your shoulder blades still. "i'm so glad you could make it!" because the moment you saw a familiar stranger, a brunette clinging to his strong arm with a green cocktail between her manicured fingers, your heart suddenly was on the floor.

you don't know why the scene of the liquid covering her perfectly blown-out hair flashed through your head. or why you could imagine the little christmas tree decoration in it scratching the top of her mouth until it stung when she would talk. you could hear her musically-tuned laugh ring through the air at a joke you couldn't imagine was that funny.

"what the hell am i, chopped liver?" chanhee joked, oblivious to what you spaced out on, "you only wanted me to come because you knew i'd bring along my emotional support fish."

it seemed you were always on a one-way street you just couldn't turn off of, because no matter how many potholes you hit, you keep driving; and if your tires popped, you weren't sure the car would stop.

you shouldn't be allowed to be appalled by the sight of your ex having moved on, simply because you broke it off when he wanted to make it work. you dropped his heart when he let you hold it. and when he should've played his cards close to his chest, he let you join his team just to fold. you were making the ship sink, so how could you have the audacity to be mad when he jumped from it while you went down?

he loved you, but at the time you weren't sure what you wanted. sure, you blamed it on being 19, but it was because you were scared to commit to someone so committed to you. you didn't want to be, selfishly, tied down to one person — and now that you've purged it from you system, you, selfishly, wanted the same commitment he had given you 5 years ago.

now you stood in the foyer, two different faces from those kids, attached to another man, thinking about if he looked over, would he get the wrong idea? would it make him as jealous as you felt?

you've loved, had loss and even forgot it. but faced with the void you could never fill was more debilitating than you cared to admit. you wanted to be two ‘i miss you's’ that just needed a push, but evidently only one of you felt that way, as the other was happily coupled up during cuffing season. but then again, you had no right after half a decade to think like that.

you just had to be brave and pretend like it doesn't bother you. you can do that. you can do a lot... right?

chanhee rammed into your side, his desperate attempt to get you back down on earth, instead of inside your never-not-on brain. "did you even hear what kevin just said?" he asked, and you looked to said man, "he said the bands getting back together." your bestfriend made a joke, which did cause you to loosen up and laugh. you thought that as long as he was there, you'd inevitably be okay.

"well not exactly, a couple people couldn't make it — which is fine, but most of our old friend group is here." kevin explained, lacing your free arm with his so you were sandwiched between the two of them. "it seems like you and chanhee were the only ones who really hung out like we all used to."

you reminisced the old times for a second. you remembered when your name was connected with eric's, when you hung out like old times with them and him. you remembered the stupid parties kevin's frat would throw freshman year, that eric would drag you to, just for you and him to have a great time. you remembered when you'd have quiet study sessions with jacob and younghoon in the school's library, or juhaknyeon and sunwoo's soccer games. it made you feel a little messy, because after you and him broke up, it's like you broke up with them all. you habitually stopped hanging out, only being dragged by chanhee who was attached to you since first introduction.

you actually owe your level-headedness all to him. he's the person who convinced you that you didn't need to have a run-of-the-mill to finally find something good. he's also unfortunately the reason you remember eric like it was yesterday, even if you don't front like it. you knew you had someone so devoted to you, yet you let him go and now you had the audacity to feel bad about it.

"well, is sunwoo coming?" you asked, which earned a nod from kevin, "and what about younghoon and juyeon?"

"juyeon got a girlfriend!" chanhee exclaimed excitedly, his voice lowering when sangyeon's attention was caught on the three of you, "like last month."

the oldest of your friend's face lit up, "y/n!" he said, making you force a smile though you were cringing; because just a couple feet away was the love of your adolescence, with the presumable love of his.

standing next to him was hyunjae, "how've you been, oh my gosh, it's been like years hasn't it?" you voiced, bringing him in for a hug, which he reciprocated before you moved to sangyeon to repeat the process. it had been years since you've last spoken to them other than a happy birthday or congratulations once in a blue moon — you honestly wouldn't be surprised if their numbers had changed and you'd been texting a random person.

"good, good," hyunjae replied, sipping a bright red cocktail, "i actually just finished my business degree, thinking of either opening my own or investing in some else's."

"and I just got engaged, though she wasn't able to make it here tonight — ceo stuff — she's getting ready to go international after fully getting elected as the heir."

you couldn't help but compare, sure you had your teaching license, but it wasn't as impressive as either one of them.

they were making it hard to believe that the world was spinning too fast, and that you weren't stuck watching the same film over and over again.

chanhee began talking in your place, forcing you down into the barstool between them all. kevin went over to younghoon and juyeon who had just made their way through the door: a synthetic blonde attached juyeon's arm.

"what's her name?" you blurted, the three boys looking down at you, "she's pretty."

hyunjae was nonchalant, pretending he didn't know exactly what you actually meant. however, sangyeon replied awkwardly, "w-who? kim minyeon? or jang nari?"

"juyeon's girlfriend, n-not eric's."

"o-oh! that's minyeon."

nari. the feminine name meaning lily; new beginnings and rebirth. just fucking perfect, wasn't it? pretty, perfect and delicate, just like the flower.

you sighed and excused yourself, disguising it as having to use the bathroom. in honesty, you weren't sure how much more torcher you could take, and it's barely been twenty minutes. you thought you'd be fine, as long as chanhee stayed by your side, but the longer you watched the pair through your peripherals, the more you just ached.

you cared more than you'd like to have admitted. and the worst part is you had no one to blame — to be mad at — because everyone had rightfully assumed you both were over it.

like you were supposed to be.

it was pathetic, the way you stared yourself down in the mirror. you found yourself resembling someone you've never met, or maybe someone you had just forgotten in all the growing pains. nevertheless, you found yourself disgusted by the fact that you were disgracing your mother's eyes, father's nose, and sister's cheekbones with the self-pity. there was nothing more selfish than crashing someone else's party with one of your own.

so you choked the tears back, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe. you took a powder from the purse slung over your shoulder and fixed your creasing makeup. you reapplied a red lipstick, fixing your hair and outfit. you thought that if you couldn't have him, maybe you could make it wish he had you instead — god, you were letting the delusions look too good under the fluorescent light.

however, you stooped lower than throwing a pity party. you exited the bathroom with part of your dignity still intact, but the moment you sat against the plush-cushioned bench against the wall your phone was illuminated with pictures of the pretty brunette.

you couldn't get yourself to stop once you typed her name out. it's like you were boarding the gossip train all the way back in high school.

you scrolled like you were obsessed, brain blanking out everything around you. you saw her go through a cherry red hair phase sometime in 2022. you found out that her and eric had taken a vacation to hawaii back in 2021, multiple bikini pictures and perfectly sculpted bodies clinging together like models being the tell. you scrolled farther back, dead-set on finding the first picture she ever posted of him… that must've been close to when they met.

why do you even care? you know he was too caught up following you around like a puppy to even believe that he would entertain someone other than you. so, why were you obsessed? maybe you needed a reason to be mad at him. maybe you needed an excuse to shift the blame.

maybe it's everything you needed that he could live without —

"i didn't meet her that far back, y/n. we were still dating then."

your eyes shut, finger hitting the power button. you took a moment, hoping that it was just your cruel subconscious playing tricks with reality. "didn't think you'd cared that much," he took a seat on the complete opposite end of the bench, "it's been five years... and honestly i didn't think you cared back then either."

you were too embarrassed to say anything. and frankly, you didn't know what to reply with. i'm sorry? i did care about you, but just not enough? nothing seemed to suffice.

"i met nari at work. she treats me —"

your vision was blurring over, but you couldn't find the courage to get up and walk away. you were just so damn pathetic, weren't you? you just thought that everything in this world belonged to you, peaking your freshman year of college in comparison to the people who still innocently call you a friend.

"better?"

"different, y/n. she's different than you."

you sighed, "that doesn't make it bet — i mean, it doesn't matter, eric. i'm sorry, i was just curious after not seeing you for so long." your eyes opened, but the scene was blurred over, almost like it was torrentially pouring while driving late at night. there were questions flashing behind your eyelids every time you tried to blink the tears away. you thought that you couldn't stoop lower, but for the past couple minutes you've done nothing but prove it wrong. "i'm so-sorry, i'm just gonna go."

you got to your feet, but his voice made you stop dead in your tracks.

"w-why does it bother you so much?"

you honestly felt like your heart was re-shattering, joining the dust on the floor at your feet. you thought the question would join the heaps of pathetic things you've said and done tonight.

you turned around, phone clenched between your fist. eric was still sat, dark hair styled so nicely you almost thought that it wasn't him — but her — outfit a matching shade to the dress you saw hugging her figure gracefully.

"do you honestly think i didn't care about you?" you asked, to which he raised his head at an alarming pace, "it's true, i know i fucked it up, eric, okay? i know what i did to you and i'm sorry. i-i'm sorry i waited so long to tell you that." clearing the air didn't feel like closure at all. the tears in his eyes didn't feel like hatred at all. and maybe he didn't mean it. maybe he only told himself that because you did break his heart so bad, still holding pieces he's afraid he'll never get back. "you can think whatever you want, hate me even, but please don't think for a second i didn't love you back then. i was naive and made a mistake, but it's too late to take it back. believe me, i've thought about it. but i always fucking cared about you, okay?"

you found it oddly satisfying, though knowing in the back of your head that he would curse you for saying these things while he's happily coupled up, you didn't regret it.

"i'll forever be sorry, so don't hold it over my head."

"i believed you didn't care about me... back when we were nineteen." he replied after a long pause, "but i haven't believe that for a long time. y/n, i've forgiven you."

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lucky-slice · 1 year

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Oddly specific kevin day head canons:

He has perfect posture

He tried one of Andrew's cigarettes once, drunk outside of eden's, inhaled it down to the filter at a truly shocking speed (cause the son-of-exy does nothing half-assed) and then promptly threw up on Andrew's shoes

He naturally fidgets – tapping his fingers against tables, running his hands over textures, plucking imaginary strings from the air when listening to classical music – but this behavior was strictly punished in the nest and Riko found it annoying, so he restrains himself, even when he's alone.

Absolutely hates abstract expressionism. Sure, academically speaking, he understands the history of the movement and that there is context behind each work, but he's still the type to spend the whole museum trip complaining about the one canvas that's "just painted red". Jean and Kevin are not permitted to bring up this topic in each others presence after one too many near friendship ending arguments cause Jeremy gets too stressed.

The first time he saw the Butcher of Baltimore at work was at 12 standing in-between Nathaniel Wesninski and Riko, but it wasn't the last time.

He has always felt that his body is too big – he's too tall, his limbs too long, his hands large and clumsy, so incapable of gentleness despite his best efforts. He simply takes up too much space.

Despite his perception of himself, his hands are actually quite elegant, slim and long like a piano player's, but the knuckles have grown thick and the skin rough from years of gripping a racket.

He occasionally likes dark chocolate (for the antioxidants only, of course) and is absolutely appalled by Andrew's preference of white chocolate. (Neil is a classic milk chocolate kinda guy and firmly stays out of it).

#kevin day #aftg hc #gnat be quiet

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princevortex · 1 year

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something i refuse to believe about aftg is that andrew just lets whatever thing kevin has with thea continue. considering everything andrew has been through, i just don’t buy that andrew hasn’t had the “she is five years older than you and knew you while you were a thirteen year old child and she was an adult” talk with kevin. it’s a predatory relationship (that i am appalled is in the books in the first place) and there’s no way andrew doesn’t have Thoughts about it.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #kevin day #thea muldani #the foxhole court

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tardisesandtitans · 3 months

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Still absolutely appalled there'll be no season three of Loki. There's so many unanswered questions. So many things left in SEASON ONE that weren't even addressed. The only conclusive thing was Loki's sacrifice. I know he'll probably (hopefully) show up in the 2025/2026 Marvel films, but even Eric Martin said that the goal is to get Thor and Loki together again. Did that happen? No

But is the series over? YES.

Aside from Mobius' ending being depressing, Miss Minutes new status being undecided, the weird pie never being addressed, Brad having fucked off god knows where and Sylvie ending the series with a smile when every episode she's (rightfully) been angry, SYLKI NEVER GOT RESOLVED. MICHEAL WALDRON SAID THE CORE OF THE SHOW WAS THAT IT WAS A LOVE STORY. If You Love Me was chosen by Kevin feige himself. All we got was a small smile from Sylvie and Loki just B4 his sacrifice. And something that makes no sense was Sylvie shouting that she hits to get down there when he was on the walkway, yet she never did.

Which is all even weirder once you remember that the show was said to be like two chapters of a book. Well, they must have been reading two entirely different books because Sylki started in S1, but they ended there. The only hints at it we got was BC Tom and Sophia are brilliant actors who conveyed everything with their eyes (Soaf made a Sylvie playlist! She's commented on what she thinks Sylvie could do post s2. She's best girl, love her)

What makes this even more sad is that I read somewhere Sylvie had a whole backstory that the writers hoped they could use in S2. But Sylvie's screen time was cut in half, then most of the half she had was cut into smithereens. She was just there to work at McDonalds, be angry and be a prop for the men.

(That 'there you are!' scene in the first ep seemed a lot more romantic than what we actually got. Oh and Loki saying 'I promise this will make sense'. She was told fuck all.)

#loki s2 #loki season two #loki season 2 #loki (2023)#loki s1 #loki season one #loki season 1 #sylki #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie deserved more #loki odinson #loki (mcu)#loki (tv)#sophia di martino #tom hiddleston #mobius m mobius #mobius m. mobius

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kerryweaverlesbian · 13 days

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for the prompts! 9&13 combined 👀👀

(From this post) (also here's the last one I did).

Castiel had escaped to the empty kitchen at the earliest opportunity as soon as the number of people in the map room had exceeded 8. He doesn't mind crowds, he quite likes them outside - the warm, hurried rush of humanity is quite endearing - but he'd become accustomed to there being a maximum of 4 in the Bunker, including him, so it feels almost claustrophobic to have more, even somewhere as large as this.

He's not surprised that Dean came to find him two hours in, though he is a little surprised that it took him so long.

"There's just so many of them," Dean complains, a little muffled against Cas's shirt, "I think the fuckers are multiplying. I turn around, there's two of them, I look again, there's five."

"The creation of a new prophet is a cosmic event. I certainly would have noticed," Cas says, mildly. He strokes soothingly down Dean's back with one hand, and takes a sip of coffee with the other. Dean grumbles and blindly pushes the coffee mug away from his head when it brushes against him, squeezing into Cas tighter with the strong arms around his waist.

"How many prophets does one god need? There's not that much interesting stuff that happens in the world. And more importantly, why the hell do they have to come here?"

"You invited them."

"Kevin invited them!"

"Because you told him to."

"Well, the kid needs more friends! He can't just hang out with you, me, Sam and Garth for the rest of his life. Anyway, it's definitely working out, I haven't even seen him for over an hour."

"I think he went to his room."

"What?" Dean pulls his head back from his embrace, appalled.

"He said he wasn't feeling up to it."

Actually, he'd muttered stupid Dean, stupid Bunker, stupid prophets, I wish none of them had ever been born, fuck my life, this is the Andover middle school dance all over again as he'd loaded his arms with chips and stormed out of the kitchen in the opposite direction to the gathering, but Castiel's powers of extrapolation had been improving over recent years.

"Then who the hell is this party for?" Dean complains, but he doesn't resist when Cas pulls him back to his nuzzled in position. He likes having Dean here, choosing his company as the antidote to others. Dean belongs in any place that brings him comfort, and Cas is lucky that in his arms is where Dean frequently finds it.

"It appears to be for 47 strangers who are better at getting along than we are." Then he tips his head. "48."

"What?" Dean squawks, pushing back from Cas's chest with alarm.

"They're multiplying."

Dean laughs, "You're an asshole."

Cas agrees with a hum. "You like that about me."

"Sure do. Get over here."

Dean's kiss is lingering, sweet and tender, and Cas's chest glows with it. It takes a second for Cas to open his eyes after, and he's treated to Dean's warm, relaxed grin.

"I guess I better go get rid of them so we can all stop hiding, huh?"

"That would be wise," Cas agrees, but tugs onto Dean's outer shirt when he starts to turn, "You've got..."

He smooths fixes the front of Dean's hair where it'd got smooshed in his impromptu snuggles with gentle fingers, then brushes his thumb over Dean's eye crinkles with affection on the way down from it, since he was in the area. The warmth in Dean's gaze when Cas meets his eyes again cannot be overstated, matched only by the feeling in Cas's own heart. He gets kissed again, and would've been happy to continue that way all through the party, but then there's a crashing noise from the direction of the war room, followed by laughter, which wrenches Dean's attention away.

"That's it," Dean says, untucking his gun from the back of his jeans, "I'm clearing house. Two minutes, tops, and we're free and clear."

Cas wishes him luck as he , and 30 seconds later there's the sound of a gunshot and Dean's voice authoritatively saying "Y'all better haul ass out of my house right now or the next one's hitting a body!", then the desperate scrambling of 47 people scrambling out of a single door.

In 30 seconds less than Dean's suggested timeframe, the place is empty but for its regular inhabitants again. Cas smiles into his coffee cup. They don't need anyone else to be happy.

@hauntedpearl hi Doe!!!! thank you for the prompts!! which were: Pressing their face into the other's neck, hiding from the world and brushing away an unruly lock of hair. I had been working on a Jo/Bela for this one but it wasn't working, and this one suddenly came to me in a vision this morning. So sappy. They love each otherrrrr. PS Sam's hiding in the armory lol. Not one of them likes big parties.

#deancas ficlet #destiel #I lorve them #gun violence #(< just in case. Dean doesn't actually shoot anyone lol.)#cawis creates

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xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx · 1 year

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I'm OBSESSED with The Foxes after cannon. I'm fairly certian that I've read all the fics on ao3 for cannon-complient post cannon content.

Dan and Matt's relationship being the most wholesome thing anyone will ever lay eyes on.

Soft Andrew and Neil

Aaron and Andrew working on their relationship

AARON AND KAITLYN BEING GOALS

Andrew warming up to Kaitlyn

(He will deny it to anyone and everyone)

Nicky just being himself

Andrew finding out about what Nicky did to Neil during the first Eden's trip

Neil and Renee becoming friends

Jean, and Kevin reconnecting and healing together

Allison making sure Neil cuts his hair regularly

Allison and Andrew buying Neil new and approved clothing

(I'm obsessed with Andrew and Allison's begrudging friendship only working because they are both appaled with how little Neil cares about his wardrobe choices)

Sir and King

Jeremy being the ray of sunshine that he is

Neil being captian of The Foxes

Abby, Wymack, and Betsy dynamic

Kevin and Wymack slowly growing together

Neil and Andrew learning Russian

Jean healing journey

Neil and Matt being besties

Andrew and Robin's relationship

EVERYONE BEING HAPPY

I just love them, your honor.