#andrew pretends hes not in love

[noblenico]

The Vixens made them custom sweatshirts <3

[that-vampire-loser]

Andrew minyards closet is FULL. he’s the complete opposite of Neil, loves shopping, loves buying clothes (and buying neil clothes).

And what does neil do? Instead of wearing the clothes Andrew buys him, he just wears Andrew’s clothes

[constelationprize]

My main Kandreil opinion is that Kevin/Andrew is actually the last side of the triad to get together because I don't think Andrew trusted that straight out of the Nest Kevin was capable of saying no to him no matter the mutual knowledge there was Something between them

[emry-stars-art]

I don’t know if you know this but I love a good royal au just as much if not more than a mer au… so when someone mentioned it at the beginning of May and i went for the thematic mermay instead I vowed I would come come back to the subject. Sketch dump time

Enter young king Aaron and prince Andrew, who recently were assigned new personal guards but Andrew is starting to realize every other word out of Abram’s mouth is only a half-truth if not an outright lie… what could he possibly have to hide

[andy-clutterbuck]

[spookytreesandspicytea]

Sometimes I'm such a basic bitch with my favourite characters. Like, they're fan favourites and everyone adores them, and then sometimes my favoruites are so fucking outta pocket they're in the stratosphere.

[shallowseeker]

The fact that Sam nerd-argues with Metatron, trying to match wits, but Cas acts like the high school jock, beating the shit out of him.

Pretty sure Sam would beat the crap out of him, too. (We don't underestimate Taurus-Sam in this house.)

But yes, the way Sam interacts with Metatron is oddly... funny? Like, funnier than it should be!

METATRON: Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark. I have your Grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it. CAS: [takes Metatron's grace and signals Sam to shoot Metatron] CAS: We have your Grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um . . . What's the phrase? Blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron. SAM: "Learn it, live it, love it." 

HAJKAGHLKJAG$! Bullies! 😂😂😂😂

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I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say the Sam actor had hilarious underutilized humor-chemistry with the Metatron actor. I'm thinking specifically of Metatron going to grab Sam's beer and Sam going HEY NO THAT'S MIIINE. (11x21 All in the Family)

Metatron: Oh, nothing. I just transcribed the angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going? [Metatron picks up beer on table and starts to bring to his mouth for a drink. Sam lunges forward] Sam: Ah! That's mine! [takes beer from Metatron] [Turning to Dean] As much as I hate to admit this... he kind of has a point.

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*Sam: Just hangin' out and bickering with your brother's murderer.*

Sam's so proud of himself for this too in 10x10 too: "And now for our keynote speaker!"

x x x x

You are after my own heart. I need to make a montage of Metatron getting punched/beaten up. (He usually smiles when it's happening, my poor messed up, nebbish little guy.)

I need more Metatron and Cas posts... and more Metatron and Chuck posts...

[pseudophan]

thinking about dan on tumblr in like 2011 saying if he was a buffy character he would definitely be andrew wells (gay nerd dude) and how andrew killed his best friend in a ritual sacrifice to open the hellmouth

[diltonsstrangescience]

Outfit appreciation post (Ancient Rome edition)

[circus-clown-calvary]

Do you think Renee Walker watched the Barbie movie and cried? Do you think she silently let tears shed at the end because she could only think of Stephanie giving her a chance? Do you think she would let Allison hold her hand in quiet acknowledgment of the vulnerability shared in the space of the theater? Do you think when they get into the car Renee sobbed because she is tough and she is strong and she use to be a bad person and then someone so deeply in love with humanity held out a hand to her; that Stephanie told her she was so worthy of love; she gave her somthing to believe in?

Do you think that Dan Wilds saw that movie and felt seen? That she remembered all the shit she was told about how she couldn’t amount to anything more then a side street hooker and knew it wasn’t true? Do you think Dan Wilds watched Barbie with Matt and he shed a tear for her because god damn it this is the strongest person he knows and how dare the word think she isn’t. Do you think Dan saw that and felt small because maybe she is just a little girl in a grown woman’s body holding the weight of the world, her world, her foxes, on her shoulders? Dan, who has had to fight for everything she ever had—she has to so she will — determination scared knuckles gripping at the womanhood she did not think she was ever allowed to have.

Do you think Allison Reynolds saw the mom in the movie and her heart broke because she would never have that? She could never have the mother who just wanted to be with her? The mother who would fight for her right to be a girl? Do you think she resonated with the way that it was put into words how she would only ever be seen as a rich man’s daughter, a gold diggers child, a trophy for some man to show off? Do you think she felt lonely when the montage of woman played because she would never understand the beauty of intimate family?

Do you think that these women who had to fight every battle imaginable — spit in the face of exhaustion because the weren’t allowed that privilege — cried in their room together. Holding each others broke parts because no one else will?

Do you think they would have liked the movie?

[rainbowresurrection]

I ended up reading The Price of the Phoenix and while it didn't make me want to bleach my eyes like Killing Time, I still didn't like it as much as I hoped I would. Don't get me wrong, the homoeroticism was intriguing to me, but the actual writing and storyline itself left me with a headache. I think I get my hopes up with these books, given all of the possibilities that the written word has for Trek, and it inevitably sets me up for disappointment lol

[233432121212121]

spending some time with april and andrew.

[nanatsuyu]

HAHA i have that twest BOOKMARKED so i can go back to it at least once a week but i think of it often. the setup and the premise is soooooo… <3!!! it’s what made me follow you and introduced me to your writing to begin with :) glad i could remind you of it

laskjlksj this is so charming to hear oh my god ;; <3 im glad it hit the spot cus its also an incredibly indulgent au for me lol

[overallsonfrogs]

These are all canon to me and I will not be convinced otherwise

since you guys seemed to like the first one…

aftg headcanons that are so real to me i forget they aren’t canon (pt. 2):

dan wearing high-waisted leggings with mesh cutouts 24/7

allison being tan with a lot of freckles (face, shoulders, etc) that she used to hate but now she’s learning to love them

twinyards having a splash of freckles across their noses

renee loving layered clothing looks

nicky loving those crocs with the little charms

allison and dan being gold jewelry girlies

renee being a silver jewelry girlie

matt’s two favorite colors being blue and orange (cuz of his truck and the foxes)

katelyn wearing a ton of pastel green and white (it’s basically her signature color combo)

neil sometimes helping aaron with his math homework but only in the most antagonizing ways possible (aaron is very grateful but he’ll never admit it)

neil and andrew randomly quizzing each other on russian vocabulary when they’re bored

allison getting kevin into skincare

andrew comforting aaron (in his own andrew way) after aaron’s first time meeting katelyn’s parents goes horribly wrong (aaron doesn’t realize andrew was trying to be there for him until after the fact; he thought andrew just wanted to rub salt in the wound)

aaron going “gross” in the most monotone voice whenever he sees neil and andrew within three feet of each another (so, constantly. it’s how pretty much all of his interactions with andreil start. it’s basically a greeting at this point)

aaron getting pissy and begging neil and andrew to “just get a room already” whenever they start “fighting” (flirting) in front of him

andrew and matt bonding over being car guys but neither will admit that they’re bonding or that they like cars

nicky referring to neil and andrew as his “gay relatives” as if he himself isn’t gay

neil and andrew making it a tradition to get kevin the weirdest possible birthday/holiday gifts they can find (they try to outdo each other)

kevin giving the foxes autographed pictures of himself for every birthday/holiday (andrew likes to see what they’re selling for but he and neil never actually part with them)

wymack owning at least twelve “#1 dad” mugs

giving andreil matching t-shirts being a running joke among the foxes (think “i’m with stupid” “i’m stupid” and “if lost return to andrew” “i’m andrew”)

katelyn being tall asf and pear-shaped

aaron freaking out one day and confronting neil like “are you attracted to me?? be honest” and neil’s beyond confused (“no?? why would you think that???” “you’re dating my identical twin.” “what does that have to do with anything?”)

[lazysoulwriter]

oh, my joseph... - drew starkey.

You had always been a little menace. Drew would say it with a groan, rolling his eyes dramatically, but he never truly meant it. If anything, he loved it. You knew that. You had always known that.

Because if he really hated it, he wouldn’t let you do it. He wouldn’t let you call him by his full name—Joseph Andrew Starkey—knowing damn well it made his nose scrunch and his lips press together in that tight little line. He wouldn’t let you giggle when he reacted, wouldn’t let you sit on his lap, wouldn’t let you cup his face and whisper, Oh, my Joseph… so beautiful, right before kissing him like you were the luckiest person in the world.

But he did. He let you do all of that.

“Stop it.” His voice held no weight, no real annoyance. His hands, warm and steady, sat on your waist, fingers absentmindedly tracing little circles on your sides.

“Stop what, Joseph?” you teased, eyes glinting with mischief.

He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch, like the weight of your existence was just too much to handle.

“You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” he muttered.

“And yet,” you hummed, leaning in closer, close enough that your nose brushed against his, “you’re in love with me.”

Drew squinted at you, pretending to think. “Am I?”

That earned him a light slap on the chest. “Hey!”

He laughed, the kind of laugh that rumbled deep in his chest, the kind that made you smile no matter what. It softened something inside of you—something already soft, something already so stupidly in love with him.

“You are,” you said matter-of-factly, shifting slightly on his lap, just to be a little mean.

Drew stiffened under you, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You smirked. “Am I?”

His eyes darkened just a little, just enough to make your stomach flip. His hands moved, gripping your thighs now, and you had the sudden realization that you may have underestimated him.

“You wanna find out?” he challenged, voice lower now, rougher.

You swallowed. Hard.

Because you might be a menace, but Drew? He was your kryptonite.

And he knew it.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

A fake soccer date

Summary: Joel asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get the soccer moms off his back. How convenient that you're both kind of in love with each other.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: no outbreak, friends to lovers, FAKE DATING, mentions of dead spouse, a little angst, soccer moms (ugh), fluff, making out, smut (protected sex), dirty talk, a lot of kissing, Joel being in love, banner just for the vibes

Part of Fake Dating drabbles

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You understood his weekly dread of going to Sarah’s soccer matches now. 

It wasn’t the soccer or the getting up at 6 am to drive to some god awful town hours away to watch a bunch of teenage girls play ball. 

It was the soccer moms.

And Joel was the only single Dad of the group. There was flirting. There were definitely not occasion appropriate attire and cleavage. There was touching. 

And that was only what you saw as you watched him in the middle of at least six women who were fussing over him like he was the only men left alive while you made your way towards the field from the parking lot. 

He had asked you before if you would accompany him to one of Sarah’s games. 

You had been neighbours since before Sarah was born. He had inherited the fixer upper next door when he just turned twenty and made the most out of it. You had seen his life fall apart within months from the moment he found out his ex girlfriend was pregnant not long after. They had tried to get back together again. 

It was you and your late husband Andrew who had been there for him once Sarah was born and his ex had left him alone. You probably spent more times in Joel’s house than your own in those first weeks, all of you being new to taking care of a new born. 

But Sarah made it easy. 

Andrew, Joel and you grew close in the coming years. 

So close that Joel was the first one you called when you were sitting in a hospital in the early morning hours after an accident on your way back from your summer vacation. 

An accident Andrew did not survive. 

He showed up an hour later with a sleeping Sarah in his arms, holding you all night as you cried into his shoulder. 

The time after that was blurry. But you knew Joel was there every single step through your grief, right beside you. 

He was your best friend. 

And as best friends it was okay to ask you to pretend to be dating him to get the soccer moms off his back, right?

It’s not like he knew that you kind of fell in love with him over the last year, right?

With a nervous inhale you put a smile on your face as you approached Joel from behind, his broad back standing out to you in between the moms who had only eyes for him. You put one of your arms around him as you sneaked to his side, feeling him stiffen for a moment as you looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled down at you, instantly relaxing, his arm coming around you to pull you closer against his side. 

„Hi,“ he smiled warmly and you smiled back. 

„Sorry I’m late. The line was endless,“ you lied and he chuckled. You felt his hand rest on your hip, squeezing you lightly. 

„Glad you could make it. Sarah is gonna be excited to see you,“ he said. Like you had not seen her yesterday when you had dinner together at your house. 

He kissed your temple and you closed your eyes for a moment before you turned your head too look at the people standing around you. The women were glaring at you and didn’t even attempt to hide it. 

„If you'll excuse me ladies. We got a match to watch,“ Joel said, not waiting for an answer before he pulled you towards the field, not letting go of you. 

„I can practically feel them trying to kill me with their eyes,“ you mumbled and he huffed a laugh. 

„I told you. I didn’t even do anything. They just appear out of thin air once I get here,“ he groaned and you rolled your eyes. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he’d pretend to not now the looks he received from women around him. 

Joel Miller was a catch and everyone knew it. 

You came to stand at the fence separating the field and the audience, watching as the girls warmed up on the soccer field. Sarah saw you and waved wildly and you waved back with a bright smile. You felt Joel stand behind you, before his hands came down next to yours on the fence.

„Thank you for doing this,“ he hummed against your ear as he leaned down, his chin resting on your shoulder for a moment. You took a deep breath. 

„Anything for you,“ you mumbled, gasping when he fell into you against the fence, someone having pushed him. You heard him groan lowly against your ear, his body flush against yours. He took a step back immediately, turning to his side but you were pretty sure you had felt his hard bulge press into your ass for a second.

You turned your head to look at him, finding his cheeks a little flushed as he looked everywhere but at you. But before you could say anything the kids coach cheered the girls on and they got into position for the game to start.

And a couple minutes later Joel was standing behind you again, and you were leaning against his strong chest, one of his arms around your stomach as you watched his daughter play soccer on the field in front of you. 

„Are we…. Are we still pretending to be dating?“ You mumbled against his lips, your fingers unbuttoning his flannel. 

Things had…. Escalated a little. 

One of his hands was on the side of your neck, tilting your head up as his lips moved against yours, your body pressed against the wall next to his bedroom, his body caging you in. 

„Do you want to be pretending?“ He asked, his lips kissing down your throat as his other hand came to squeeze one of your tits over your shirt. 

„Cause I haven’t been all day,“ he mumbled and you gasped. 

You were both still fully clothed, having spent the whole day together on the soccer field, pretending to be dating. 

It was pretend when he held your hand while you grabbed food. 

It was pretend when he pulled you on his lap when there wasn’t enough place to sit. 

It was pretend when you went up and kissed him when one of the soccer moms had her hands on his chest. 

Right?

„Joel….“ You hummed letting you head fall against the wall as his hand slipped under your shirt and towards your chest. You finally had his flannel open your fingernails scratching over the shirt he was wearing underneath. 

„I… I don’t want to pretend. I… I want you. I want you all the time,“ you confessed, your eyes closed as he sucked on the soft skin on your neck. 

He looked at you then a small smile on his flushed lips. 

„Good,“ he simply said, before he kissed you again and pulled you towards his bedroom. 

He undressed you slowly, kissing a path from your lips down to your hips before he told you to lay down. 

With your arms spread out on his mattress you looked up at him as he got out of his clothes, biting your lip when you saw his thick cock, already glistening at the tip. 

„Dreamed of this,“ he said as he joined you on the bed, crawling on top of you, kissing you softly as he laid down between your spread legs. 

You nipples hardened as his chest brushed against yours, the only thought in your head being that you wanted him closer. Always closer.

„Yeah?“ You asked with a small smile, your fingers brushing over his back. He nodded. 

„Me too. Dreamed of this for months,“ you confessed and he kissed you again.

„Months?“ He asked kissing your nose.

„Mhh… Think I knew when you fixed my bathroom sink and explained every little step you were doing. Thought back then that I’d listen to everything you’d explain to me as long as you wouldn’t leave,“ you said quietly, a little shy. 

You parted your lips when you felt his cock slip though your folds. 

„When you held Sarah after she fell from her bike last year. I watched you with my daughter in your arms and thought to myself, fuck I’m in love with her,“ he said and you felt a tear slip out of your eyes. 

You tilted your chin up to find his lips in a deep kiss before you brought one hand down and between your bodies, hearing him moan when your fingers wrapped around his stiff cock. 

„Wanna taste you first,“ he mumbled against your lips. 

You shook your head. 

„Plenty of time for that after. Wanna feel you please,“ you pumped his cock and he closed his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. 

„Fuck. Fuck okay. Condom?“ He asked and you grinned. 

„You got some? I’m on birth control and I trust you,“ you said. He looked at you for a moment before he shook his head. 

„The last time I didn’t use a condom with someone who was on birthcontrol I got Sarah,“ he chuckled before he pushed off of you and reached towards his bedside table, finding a little golden foil package, ripping it open and pulling it over his cock. 

He came back to kneel between your legs, one of his hands wrapped around his cock while he reached for a pillow and with a grin. 

You grinned back, arching your back as he pushed the pillow under you and under your ass before both of his hands pulled you towards him. You crossed your legs behind his ass, pulling him closer as he leaned down, lining his cock up with your pussy. 

„No more pretending,“ he whispered and you shook your head. 

„No more pretending,“ you repeated before you kissed him as he slowly pushed inside of you. 

Your lips parted against his as he slipped inside you, both of you breathing heavily, a quiet moan coming from you as he stretched you. 

You hadn’t been with anyone since your husband died and Joel wasn’t exactly small. 

"You okay?“ He asked, slowing down. 

You just nodded, before you kissed him again, finding yourself enjoying the stretch of his cock as it pushed slowly inside of you. 

„Keep going, feels so fucking good,“ you mumbled against his lips and you felt him smile as he moved, his cock moving inside of you until his whole length was filling you, both of you releasing a loud breath. 

„Should have done this sooner,“ he said as he pulled back and began to slowly fuck into you. You had one hand in his hair, the other on his ass, feeling him as he moved inside of you, his cock filling you perfectly with every thrust. 

„Yeah,“ you moaned, closing your eyes. 

„Keep your eyes open,“ he hummed and you did, finding him looking at you. 

„I wanna see you when you cum on my cock,“ he said and your walls clenched, making him smirk.

„You liked that, huh?“ He asked and you nodded slowly. 

„Keep going,“ you whimpered. 

„You know what I think of when I jerk myself off in the shower? I imagine the way you look when you cum. I wonder how you sound when I make you cum so hard you see stars. I wonder how you taste. I wonder if you like it hard or slow. I wonder if you wear these pretty lace panties I saw hanging in your bathroom that one time whenever you’re around me,“ he continued and you whimpered his name. 

„I wonder if you would let me fuck you at the dining table when we have dinner together. Or if you’d suck me off in the garage when we have a couple minutes to ourselves. Or on the couch after we watched a movie. I wonder if I can make you scream my name so everyone knows that you’re mine,“ he said before he kissed you and changed the angle of how he was fucking you, his cock hitting a spot inside of you that had you shaking. 

„I’m gonna take you to the lake house this weekend so I can have you screaming as loudly as you want to,“ he said and you nodded biting your lip to keep quiet, still mindful of the child sleeping down the hall. 

„Cum for me baby, let me feel you,“ he said as he crashed his lips down on yours and you shattered, coming harder than you had ever before, your legs shaking as he kept pumping his cock into you in quick deep thrusts. 

„Fuuuuuck,“ you cried quietly against his lips, feeling his lips twitch into a smile. 

„Beautiful,“ he hummed before his hips stuttered his cock pulsing inside of you as he slowly continued to fuck into you, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he orgasmed. 

Both sweaty and out of breath you just looked at each other before he kissed you and slowly rolled you to the side, pulling you against his chest, his cock softening and still resting inside of you. 

Kissing his chest you nuzzled against him, feeling his arms tighten around your body. 

„Best fake date ever,“ you grinned and you felt him chuckle, before he kissed your head just as you drifted off to sleep.