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dayurno · 1 year

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pshhh non-verbal kevin is so good... I will be obsessed. It makes so much sense in terms of how language and speech have been a means of both freedom and control for kevin. I'm just thinking about how distinctly his dialogue changes in canon when he's talking to Riko. Because of course Kevin would seek comfort in silence over the risk of being forced back into that same role of carefully choosing his words at risk of ruin. And Andrew thinking he physically ruined Kevin's vocal chords - my god - the angst potential! Is there any difference in languages? Like kevin being able to speak in french or Japanese but not in english? Anyways now i'm stuck in a loop of thinking about Kevin's relationship with language so thank you for that i guess :/

I KNOW RIGHT!!!! ahhhh gnat you're always so smart and you always get it... its just so right..........!!!!! kevin being forced into japanese at a young age, losing his irish accent/gaeilge, then also thrusted into the us and assimilating as well as possible in both japanese and american culture.... i think a lot of people forget kevin is also an adopted son!!!!!! he wasnt just physically different from riko and tetsuji, but also totally different culture-wise!!! it must've been so hard for a little boy his age....... it's so easy to forget kevin isn't even american in the first place because i'm not sure even he himself remembers it..... ahh.... poor baby...

and about different languages hmmm such a good question! i think japanese is definitely off-limits and increasingly hard to even think in, let alone speak it. it was the language he shared with riko and what he mostly used to speak to the master, so it's somewhat even worse than english. but french.......... ohhh..... i think it's really.... french is the language jean taught him and the language of friendship and the language of being a teenage boy so i really don't know if kevin could let up on it... i'm not sure he'd be fine saying anything at all — it's too hard to even get a laugh out, talking feels too big a task —, but perhaps it's easier if jean is the one he'd be talking to..... i think it'd be clipped and an audible struggle, but yes, kevin would be able to communicate in french! it's just that it feels a lot harder than usual, so it'd be all short sentences, and so exhausting he'd still go back to signing after a few minutes! kind of like when people can walk with crutches but still need wheelchairs when they get tired :)

but in the same vein, i think talking in french with neil would be really hard, and kevin wouldn't do it because he wouldn't think it's worth the effort. not because he doesn't want to talk to neil, but because they're really argument-prone so any kind of verbal communiaction would just extend and extend, so...... in a way signing feels easier, even if it's harder to get kevin's intent across. neil is a bit of a special case though because i really can't imagine kevin ever being afraid of talking to him, so it's more upsetting than anything when he opens his mouth and he just can't get anything out to neil. at some point neil just insists they use sign instead because he can see how visibly distressed kevin gets when he tries to talk and nothing comes out

#loved loved loved this question it was so good!! kev.....#this made me think about adding jean into the fic and maybe even having a moment where kevin does struggle to try and talk to him #something about how even with all this baggage between them kevin is still not scared to talk to jean... and will never be......#because he trusts him and he knows jean would listen.............o hhhh #i think kevin's nonverbal streak is more of a kind of selective mutism if anything #it's just that it's more selective towards who he Will speak to #and it's like. one person and a half #with andrew i think its definitely more complicated though................................... but ill refrain from rambling #asks #kevin

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kariachi · 10 months

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I awoke of a mood. You know how I have an AU where Ben doesn’t transform into Way Big during Malware’s attack on Galvan Prime and Galvan B? I wrote Ben’s pov of the consequences.

It’s not pretty.

Ben is prone to messing up dialing up alien shapes. He’s known to shift his hand as he locks choices in, changing what he’s gone for. Especially when he’s acting on the fly, especially when he has a time limit. But it’s not too much to worry about. The Omnitrix won’t let its wielder die, is programmed to be aware enough of its surroundings to alter and activate a selection itself to preserve the life of its wearer.

The Omnitrix isn’t programmed to worry about other people.

That is the part that jumps unbidden to Ben’s mind about five seconds after Big Chill’s wings flare open and halt his fall. He needs the time to catch his breath, for his heart rate to fall enough to think, and as soon as he does he all but gives himself whiplash searching the sky for Kevin. Kevin, who’s still falling. Who has at least a thousand foot lead on his way to the ground. Ben doesn’t even need a thought then, folding his wings as soon as he sees him and dropping.

The air roars past, filling his ears. His heartrate jumps back up. He’s not gaining. Kevin is falling faster. The ground is coming up-

Ben doesn’t know if he hears the impact, or his mind filled in the blank.

He only barely opens his wings as he approaches the ground, just enough to not splat himself. He’s calling Kevin’s name when he does, brain jolting in a million different directions. Is he alive is he dead how bad is it it must be bad- There’s blood and he’s begging, this can’t happen-

Never has a single nasally, strained, but emphatic “fuck” sounded so sweat to someone’s ears.

Ben wants to hug him, to cry into his shoulder because he was terrified, it still terrified. But there’s so much blood, and he knows Kevin’s shoulder isn’t supposed to be at that angle. Barely he manages to restrain himself, murmuring reassurances to Kevin as he forces his heart rate to calm. Pulls himself back together. He’s a hero, and he has a job to do. Save the day, stop Malware, yes, but most importantly in this moment get help. He transforms back into himself, makes the hard effort to take his time and care as he dials up XLR8. Gently strokes a splayed lock of bloody black hair, swearing on his life that help will be there soon, and is gone.

No bet the first set of Galvan security forces he comes across will be talking for millennia about the encounter. About being told directly where a critically injured person was, ordered to abandon their posts and see him safely to medical care. About the top hero in the galaxy refusing to go forth and save their planet until he’d seen them head out.

It takes all the spare effort Ben can manage to focus on dealing with Malware from there. To keep his worry about his dearest friend, practically family, from doing anything more than hover in the back of his mind. Did they get to him in time? Had he bled out? How long would it take for him to recover? Would he recover? The whole thing was senseless- Far from the sort of thing you want running through your head when you’re fighting for two worlds and reliving old traumas.

But he wins. The day is saved. Malware is defeated. Exhausted, Ben transforms back. And the first thing he does is head for the nearest person who looks like they know what they’re doing and ask after where the injured have been taken.

Kevin is still being worked on when he gets there. Osmosians are difficult, mutants even more so, and they’re having to bring in a specialist from off-world. Until then, they’re doing the best they can. Ben manages to glimpse down the hall as he’s lead to the nearest waiting room, sees Khyber’s hound curled up in front of a door, and spares a moment to wonder if he’s there too. He can’t bring himself to think he’d deserve it, and the thought slips quickly from his mind as he’s lead away. The chairs are far too small for him, so he moves some aside and settles on the floor. Throws a prayer to the heavens- he’s never been religious but if there was ever a time. Considers if he should find and do Jewish and Savaran ones as well, starts searching on his tablet, before deciding not to risk messing it up.

The wait is long, as the others arrive before he gets any news. It’s clear they asked after him, were told he was there, from their relief at seeing him alive and well. From the innocent way they ask if he knows where Kevin is. Ben can’t bring himself to answer, to say it out loud. As if that may break whatever nebulous spell rests over the room. Like if he says something, anything, it’ll draw the wrong attention, someone will come out and say they’ve lost him. Even moreso when Gwen keeps asking, as it sinks in that Kevin is injured, that he’s who Ben is waiting for.

Her questions get more worried, more tense, the longer he sits silent. Before it would have broken him, she was his cousin, he loved her dearly, until that day she’d been his dearest friend. Now the sound of her voice grates in his chest. All he can think is how she did this. They’d joked, they’d laughed, but, she was the one who decided freefall was the answer. She decided Kevin deserved this. Deserved to be in a hospital room, broken and bloody, waiting for somebody who’ll be able to help him to arrive, hoping he’s alright till then.

There’s nothing, he realizes, that he wants to say to her that doesn’t involve cursing and his fists.

Ben isn’t keeping track of time, can’t bring himself to, and so he doesn’t know how long it is before Azmuth finds somebody to explain the situation. Before he pats his leg and goes off to aid in the recovery efforts. Grandpa Max leads Gwen to sit a few feet away, letting her cry into his shoulder. Rook takes the spot beside Ben. Bless him, because he’s the one that realizes somebody needs to let people know what’s going all. Who calls Kevin’s mom. Who calls Argit.

They both manage to get there before the specialist, Grandpa Max trying to joke about Kevin’s mom ‘breaking the laws of physics now’. It lands like a dropped wedding cake, and he avoids their eyes from that point on. The two demand an update from the staff, the only one the lot of them have gotten (he’s stable, they can’t be sure of anything yet, he should have died but he hasn’t-). As soon as she has all the information available, Kevin’s mom sits beside the entrance to the hallway. It’s obvious she’s trying to pretend she’s not crying, unwilling to show weakness in front of the rest of them, and Ben is caught between the desire to go an apologize, to comfort her, and being frozen with guilt. How can he face her, someone who’s already been through so much, when he failed to protect her only living child? When he’s perfectly fine and Kevin’s like that? He can only take comfort in the fact Argit is stood beside her, a hand on her shoulder, staring down the hall like it’ll make any news come quicker.

When the specialist finally arrives- an Osmosian themselves- the first thing they do is pull aside the doctor overseeing Kevin’s care, Kevin’s mom, and Ben himself. They want a rundown of what’s happened and Kevin’s mom is owed the knowledge. Ben doesn’t want to say it, he knows it’s irrational to be scared to but that doesn’t change how he feels. But the specialist- Healer Oeler- promises to do their best, is patient in explaining that it may help with his care, but Ben wants to the best for his friend. Even if the words keep lodging in his throat.

“My cousin shoved us into freefall. I- I couldn’t catch him.”

Kevin’s mom tenses like a bowstring when he says it- he can’t blame her, he’s felt the same way for what feels like half his life but can’t have been more than a few hours- even as Oeler nods. They ask how high they fell from, Ben tells them Rook would know better than him. He’s excused, asked to send Rook over as the doctors try to calm Kevin’s mom, assure her they were and would do everything possible to see him to a full and speedy recovery. Rook goes to the little group, gives his report, pats Kevin’s mom on the shoulder before he returns.

It’s not until the doctors have headed off down the hall that she moves from her spot. Everyone but Rooks tenses when she turns back to them, an expression befitting Kevin at his worst on her face. Grandpa Max rises, tries to intercept her as she storms in he and Gwen’s direction, and gets socked in the gut for his trouble. Gwen is half-up by this point, but that doesn’t stop Kevin’s mom from hauling her to her feet by her hair, tossing her away from the wall before rounding on her.

There’s a lot of screaming then. Screaming, snarling, crying from Gwen, and it’s clear that if it weren’t for constantly having to shake off their grandfather the woman would be proving why all the adults call Kevin ‘Eva’s boy’ rather than Devin’s. Rook tries to stand to intervene at one point, but Ben lays a hand on his arm to keep him in place beside him. He doesn’t blame her. He wants to do the same thing, he just doesn’t have the temper and disconnect from family to do it. Instead it’s Argit who finally calms things down, waiting until she’s gotten a solid blow in on Gwen before coming to talk her down. Ben can’t hear what he says, nothing nice from how Gwen and Grandpa Max glare at him, but it works, and gets her back to her spot by the hall.

If nothing else, they’re all treated well by staff. They’re brought food- weird food, but nobody is in a state to argue. Myaxx comes by to hand out blankets- apparently from her own stash. A nurse checks Grandpa Max, Gwen, and Kevin’s mom’s injuries from the fight. The other people waiting for news on injured loved ones are quick with well wishes and distractions, several making sure to come up to them before they leave and reiterate that they’ll be wishing for the best.

None of their group leave. Even when Azmuth comes out and offers them board, none of them can bear to go. Hours pass. Grandpa Max falls asleep, curled up on the tiling, but the rest of them can’t manage. Even with Rook assuring Ben that he can rest, that he’ll wake him up the second there’s news, and the same conversation happening by the hall, it just won’t happen. Can’t happen. As such Grandpa Max is woken by the clatter of everyone but Argit rushing to their feet when he announces Healer Oeler coming. The lot of them must look a wreck standing there, wide-eyed and mussed, but the doctor has no room to judge when they look just as tired. They scan the room before focusing their attention on Kevin’s mom.

“It will be a long recovery, and we can’t be sure he’ll recover without aftereffects, but he will recover.”

The tension in the room leaves in a flood. Gwen starts crying again, not that Ben can tell easily through his own tears. Kevin’s mom says a prayer in what he assumes is Hebrew, and Argit repeats it as best he can with her. Grandpa Max pulls Gwen back into his arms, squeezing her tight, while Rook gives Ben’s shoulder a companionable squeeze. The sentiment repeats on loop in Ben’s mind. Kevin is going to recover, he’s going to be alright.

He's had a lot of grateful moments, but nothing yet that would beat that one. Like a bomb’s just been disarmed in his heart.

He can’t say what he would have done if they’d lost him.

Healer Oeler informs them all that the decision has been made not to wake Kevin up yet. His injuries are severe (there doesn’t seem to be a limit on what percentage of your bones you can break at one time, or how many organs can be damaged in one incident) and he needs to rest before he can have any visitors. Nobody argues. Nobody leaves either. Instead, they curl up on the floor in pairs- Ben still has no desire to interact with his cousin, and won’t for a long time- trusting in the staff to wake them if anything happens.

Ben doesn’t get woken up when Kevin does. Apparently his mom takes priority, which he supposes makes sense, and she took Argit along, which makes even more sense. It’s only once they’ve made sure he’s okay, and he’s had the chance to rest some more, that anybody comes and gets Ben. He’s tempted to wake Rook, it would make sense for everyone to come in twos, but can’t bring himself to do it. Something in his chest demands he do this alone. A penance, of sorts, for what he couldn’t do, for having to leave him all by himself.

He does a double take when he steps inside, Khyber’s hound lain beside the bed- and it’s obvious they had to dig something out of storage to fit him- like it belongs there. It immediately bolts to attention when he enters, growling.

“Down, girl. Behave.” To Ben’s surprise the hound calms at Kevin’s words, though it continues to watch him warily. Still he manages to pull his gaze away as he approaches and see Kevin for the first time in too long. His heart plummets into his gut at the sight of him. He looks like absolute hell, like- Well, like he’d fallen from the sky. Most everything Ben can see is one big bruise, the rest covered in bandages and casts. When Kevin flashes him a grin, it’s missing teeth. “Hey, man.”

“Hey.” Ben tries to say something, but only manages a watery sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, tears welling in his eyes again. “I’m sorry.” Kevin frowns at him.

“Don’t-”

“I couldn’t catch you, I tried so hard but I just wasn’t fast enough, I’m so sorry-”

“Benji.” The nickname catches him in his tracks, and he wipes his eyes as he meets Kevin’s. “I know the math. You weren’t gonna catch me. It’s okay. You tried, that’s enough.” Kevin hefts a little laugh, cringing as it jostles his injuries. “Even Mom and Argit don’t blame you, and with Mom’s temper that’s an accomplishment.” Ben manages a little laugh of his own.

“You know she beat up Grandpa and Gwen,” he asks, heart twisting a bit at the mention of his cousin and the broken look that darts across Kevin’s face at her name. He forces himself to give a little smile again.

“I’d heard. Shiners for the ages, apparently.”

“Yeah…” Ben licks his lips, and carefully sits on the edge of the bed, mindful of the hound and the risk of jostling his friend. “Kev… If there’s anything you need, anything I can do, just say the word, okay? I’m here for you, man.”

“I know.” Closing his eyes against the pain of a deep breath, Kevin sighs. “There’s some shit I loaned Gwendolyn- a few books, one of my jackets- think you could grab them for me? I’d really rather not…” The sentence trails of, but Ben knows what he’s talking about. He’s been thinking about it himself, even before the guy’s mom tried to take a chunk of Gwen.

“That’s probably the best move,” he admits, heart twisting again at the tension that drops off Kevin’s face. He can’t possibly have thought he’d take his cousin’s side on this of all things… Forcing a smile, Ben pulls out his tablet and opens the notetaking app his own mom had convinced him to install. “Just let me know what exactly I’m looking for, it’ll be at your mom’s place by the time they let you out of here.” Giving Ben a heartwarming grin, Kevin reaches down to give the barest scritch to the hound.

“You’ll know the jacket, but she’s got my copy of The Passage, if you see anything by Dean Koontz it’s mine, and now I’m thinking of it-”

Ben takes meticulous notes as Kevin goes down a list of the things he’s loaned to Gwen over the years that he wants back, immediately. A list that ends up leading to talk of music, movies, anything and everything. A solid distraction from the horrible situation that lasts until Rook appears at the doorway, knocking on the wall outside before he comes in. Kevin’s in an easier mood now, responding with a smile to his questions and well wishes and Ben makes his way out with a wave and quiet note that the hound doesn’t seem to give two shits about Rook being there.

When he makes it back to the waiting room, he finds Argit and Kevin’s mom blocking Gwen’s path, refusing to allow her to go visit him. He can’t bring himself to feel bad for her- not now and not in future- and while there’s a twinge of pity that she doesn’t seem to have realized just how badly she fucked up, that there’s no coming back from here, it doesn’t stop him from stepping forward and pulling her attention to himself.

“Hey, we’ve gotta head home once Rook’s done in there. I need you to help me find this stuff Kevin wants back.”

After all, no matter what Kevin says, he failed him horribly, and he intends to do everything in his power to make up for it. Family be damned.

#fanfic #wherein kevin in injured ben is guilty gwen is quilty with more reason and kev's mom and argit both want blood her more than him #also kevin still gets the dog because he earned it

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kandibatz · 1 year

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was thinkin of a shitpost and then just started unironically making hcs about these mfs playing minecraft

#it started off w me just wondering what their skins would be since im probably gonna have to draw them yknow actually playing minecraft #oh this is minimum wage gang btw. that started mc hcs #im mostly lost just bc i think it would be funny if at least one of em just had the default skin #but i can imagine kevin rick and dexter doing that #well i also feel like streb (his skin is probably just liek a bat lol) would make kevin a skin and kev would just be like “ok”#and i hc radford likes boxcutter and he would have a skin based off that but also i keep thinkin abt rick n rad w matching sleepysun skins #bc i am homo #BUT RICK JUST HAVING THE STEVE SKIN FEELS KIND OF FITTING.#and i feel like dexter would be the sort of cursed minecraft player so him having the default skin feels fitting too #not related to skin hcs anymore but dexters just included here bc i thought abt him making weird sht on mc and then when hes gone all of #that stuffs still just there and nobody wants to touch/get rid of it so it just sits there #ANYWAYS SORRY FOR RAMBLING ON A 1 SENTENCE POST ABOUT SILLYTHINGS IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN!!!!!!#btw all of these thoughts were just prompted bc i wanted to make a joke abt them having minecraft server drama like 12 year olds

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ybcpatrick · 7 months

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well i certainly wasn't expecting any of THAT but i'm not mad at it! so WOOO

#shut up kell #wwe lb #i've been joking for weeks that all jey needs to do to get kevin to chill out on him is just give him a taste of his own medicine somehow #like if kevin were to bite jey jey would just have to bite kevin right back. and then kev would be Fine. like game recognizes game.#lowkey? this was that. and kevin initiated the hug. POLYCULE LIVES #also! this actually works BETTER for the survivor series match i'm thinking about!! because if tjd had interrupted the match tonight then—#there would still be weird tension between zowens + team yeet because of the lack of resolution for the titles #(particularly from kevin. of course. because he's a bitch and i like him SO MUCH)#so by having team yeet win clean AND pin kevin himself? now kevin has nothing to really be pissy about with them.#and now everyone is gonna be chill and kevin won't be so easily persuaded to sell jey to satan for one corn chip #and the polycule lives and the survivor series face team won't have any interpersonal conflicts!

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totally-not-an-awkward-okapi · 2 years

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Two identically dressed teens approach you- one can turn into dust, one will turn you into dust. Choose wisely.

#I had the idea of Kev wearing a veil in crowds incase he falls/bumps into someone #and then was struck with the idea of him and Sooraya coordinating outfits #honestly I want them to hang out more in general #with how nasty sandstorms are I think she’s probably got the second nastiest mutation of the team #even when she’s not sandblasting she’s still throwing around fine grit #my art #sooraya qadir #x men dust #kevin ford #x men wither

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whatever-dude · 1 year

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.....the only time I will ever agree with anything tda says

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roscoehamiltons · 9 months

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icb we have news of the haas boys renewing before lewis’ contract extension got announced

#lewis hamilton #kevin magnussen #nico hulkenberg #pleasantly surprised that they’re renewing w kev but idk who would’ve replaced him #hate that that other man is still w them but unfortunately he’s driving well enough to warrant an extension #they need to hurry up and announce the lewis renewal #I don’t think there’s risk of lewis leaving or anything but it’s just for the peace of mind #theroscoehamilton.txt

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hyperfixatingonstephcurry · 2 years

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Steph Curry is the nicest person in the world

KD:

Steph:

#I MEAN COME ON #I will no longer be tolerating any Steph slander whatsoever #this man is a saint #he absolutely knows kd did that #and he’s still out here saying he loves him and that kev is just misunderstood #Steph really do be killing them with kindness #steph curry #kevin durant #stephen curry #golden state warriors

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mrsaturday · 2 years

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genuinely losing my mind at haas right now

#idk what to tag my rambling still but i just #first what the FUCK is with those pit times??? seven seconds???#two they push mick to do better and he pushes in qualifying. he can get there. but the car is so got damn heavy during the actual race--#neither him or kev can get pace for consistent fights #they NEED to shave off some weight on those cars #it's not that mick isn't talented!! his car just can't get up to pace with the added fuel weight #don't even get me started on podium this race i'm losing my mind /pos #f1 #haas #also wanna start using the initials + number tag??? it's cool i like it

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iron-sides · 1 month

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jean morequ <3 :,)

#hes still so angry all these years later i love him sm #also i love that the only thing every character can agree on abt kev is that hes a coward and thats not even true #every single character in these books is wrong about the same thing 😭#its so funny to me #my thots #bee liveblogs!#aftg audiobook

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 20 days

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AITA for yelling at my sister for being disgusting?

I (19M) have been dating my boyfriend (20M) for 6 months now. I currently live at home with my mom (50F) and my sister (15F) while I'm at a local college.

My boyfriend, obviously, is gay. We are both gay. My mom was supportive when I came out and my sister was too.

When I started dating my boyfriend (Kev), my sister got a little obsessed with him. It just seemed like a weird teenage sister thing at the time, but it turns out according to my mom that she actually has a crush on him. Which... weird, but again, a little sister thing. It's not going anywhere. I've told Kev about it and he thinks it's a little uncomfortable, but he can deal with it. If she kept it to herself I wouldn't mind it, but she fucking doesn't. She constantly wants to hang out with us whenever he's over, never giving us a moment's peace.

Last time Kev was here, we were in my room and she walked in on us making out (without knocking, btw :/) and huffed before slamming the door. After he left a few hours later, she came into my room again to talk to me.

She proceeded to tell me, to my absolute fucking shock, that Kev wasn't gay and I was abusing him by not letting him leave me. I didn't even know what to say, so I just asked her what made her think he wasn't. She said he was obviously into her instead and was using me to see her.

I completely fucking lost it. Months of borderline harassment towards my boyfriend and that's fucking why? I told her that her creeping on him and making him feel uncomfortable didn't count as interest, and that she was a horrible person and an awful sister. I told her to stay the fuck away from my boyfriend, and if she ever brings him up again I'll kick her ass.

She started crying and ran off into her room, but I don't fucking care. I'm sick of having to act like she never does anything wrong. She essentially called my boyfriend a fucking pedophile and called me an abuser. I'm sick of it.

My mom said Kev isn't allowed back at our place until I apologize to my sister. I said good, I don't want my creep of a sister around him, and we can just hang out at his apartment anyway. I'm spending pretty much all my time at school and his place. As time passes though, I keep wondering if I overreacted. She's 15 but it's still so disgusting. I just couldn't take it anymore.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kariachi · 2 years

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Me: I will write some chill centaur au fic with Eva about Kevin.

My Brain: Oh no, ‘chill’ ain’t happening

Kevin was a very precious child and Eva has Regrets.

She may have been staring at the photo in her hand for more than a few minutes, going by the rumbling of her stomach. Not that she could be blamed for it- going through old pictures was always the sort’ve thing just asking to jam itself under your ribs. There was never truly escaping it.

This time she’d gotten herself caught on a picture of her son for what had to have been the millionth time since everything had gone to shit. It was of the two of them, only months before he’d vanished, playing in the summer sun. His fur had still been red-brown then, the last cycles of chick down clinging to all the places he had visible scutes now. He’d only been ten at the time, but already was clearly taller and vastly heavier than Eva herself. They used to get people assuming he was adopted, given she and Harvey’s sizes compared to his bulk.

He was smiling in the picture, a big sharp-toothed grin that shone like the sun just as much as Devin’s had, and that was probably what had stopped her short. There’d been plenty of smiles for her that last year, from him and Harvey both, but it was only with the painful twist of hindsight that she’d realized how few of them shone like this. How few were real, rather than just desperate attempts to hide the fact their household was a ticking timebomb from her.

Her baby, even now too young for any of the struggles he’d had to face, had hidden the downward spiral of Harvey’s behavior and his own wellbeing from her. Because even that young he blamed himself and wanted better for his loved ones. There wasn’t anything that cut through a mother’s heart like that, even for a shoddy one like her, and Eva knew full well she would carry the guilt of not realizing before it was too late with her to the grave.

Shaking herself from her half-stupor, she forced herself to her hooves. She stretched her legs, careful of her injured ankle, and went to dig up an empty picture frame. The photo was a good one, it deserved to be up.

And if it served as yet another of her million reminders of how much she had to make up for now she had Kevin back- if not hale or whole at least alive and free- well.

It certainly kept her pride in check.

#fanfic #this ws supposed to be soft #but no #someday #i will write some soft fic with a smol!centaur kev #he was very cute and very precious #but life happened #eva jones and the ''what was a warning sign and what was him being *my child*''#it's hard to tell even if aus where his life isn't *gestures at canon* he's still her golden boy

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voidpetrova · 9 months

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watch your back — carl gallagher x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, drunk sex, body worship, vouyerism, masturbation, squirting, dirty talk, lip is a perv, all the characters in the fic are over the legal age of consent

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synopsis: one of the gallagher brothers is having their way with you, while one of the others can only stand by and wish it were them

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the neon lights of the alibi room flickered behind you as you stumbled down the dimly lit sidewalk, carl's arm draped over your shoulders for balance. laughter bubbled up from both of you as the alcohol in your systems worked its magic, making every step an adventure in itself. the night air was cool, a welcome relief from the warmth of the bar.

“did you see the look on kev's face when he dropped that tray?” carl slurred, his words tinged with amusement.

you stiffled your laughter, a giggle escaping your lips. “and how v nearly tackled him for it? classic.”

carl's grin widened as he gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed but filled with affection. “you're fucking amazing, you know that?” you leaned into him, playfully nudging his side. “only when i'm three shots and a cocktail in.”

as you reached the front door of the gallagher household, carl fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally managing to unlock it. the door swung open, revealing the familiar chaos of the home. you both stumbled inside, laughter echoing through the hallway.

“home sweet home,” carl declared, his arm still draped over your shoulders as he led you further into the house.

you both swayed slightly as you made your way to the kitchen, the room bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. the scent of leftover takeout and a hint of spilled beer lingered in the air.

“can you get me a beer?” you slurred as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, legs spread in a manner you would have thought twice about if you were sober. carl shot you a smile, already two steps ahead of you as he waved the bottle that was already in his hand before throwing it at you. “you know me so well.”

he cackled at the way you nearly dropped the bottle, shaking his head. “dude, you're fucking wasted.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you managed to pop the cap off the beer and take a long swig, a contented sigh escaping your lips. “i'm living my best life right now.”

while your laughter grew louder, lip gallagher felt himself stirring from his sleep in the room upstairs, his curiosity piqued by the commotion. your whispers and laughter, though still playful, became a bit too raucous, the noise gradually seeping into lip's consciousness. he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he got up from the makeshift bed he'd crashed on earlier in the night. groggily, he shuffled into the kitchen, his disheveled appearance drawing no attention from you two. you hadn't even notice him there. he wanted to say something, but he froze in his tracks when he saw you with his brother.

“this is the last time i let you go out like this,” carl slurred, referring to what you were wearing. it was nothing too scandalous, but he knew he couldn't look away when your breasts were pushed up together, spilling out of your dress, the fabric outlining your ass and waist in the worst way possible. “had the nerve to beat up about 12 different guys tonight.””

your laughter bubbled up again as you playfully nudged carl, the flirtatious energy between you two palpable as you climbed into his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. “you really are my hero.” carl smirked, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of your thigh. “damn right.”

lip, still standing unnoticed in the doorway, a mixture of amusement and disbelief settling over him. the sight before him was unexpected, to say the least. he had no idea things had progressed this far between you and carl. he knew he needed to look away, but all he could do was stand there and watch. he watched the way your bare thighs hung out exposed, tits poking out from the side, your ass pressed against his brother's jeans. he swallowed his nervousness, ignoring the way his jeans tightened at the sight of you.

as the flirtatious banter and playful teasing continued to fill the air, the magnetic pull between you and carl seemed to intensify. his fingers gently traced the curve of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine. you felt your breath hitch as his gaze locked onto yours, the world around you narrowing to focus solely on each other.

without a word, his lips descended towards yours, his movements slow and deliberate. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest as your lips grew tantalizingly close. the soft warmth of his breath danced across your skin, and then, finally, his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

the sensation was electric, a rush of warmth flooding your senses as your lips moved against his. the kiss started tenderly, as if testing the waters, but the desire between you both quickly overtook any hesitation. his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in closer, and your arms wound around his neck, drawing him impossibly near.

his lips were soft yet demanding, a perfect balance between urgency and gentleness. each press of his mouth against yours sent waves of heat through your body, the chemistry between you igniting like a wildfire. your lips moved in sync, a rhythm born from unspoken longing and shared attraction.

carl's kiss deepened, his tongue gently seeking entrance, and you parted your lips with a soft sigh. the taste of him was intoxicating, the mingling of desire and the faintest hint of alcohol creating a heady concoction. your tongues danced together in a sensuous exploration, a dance that felt both familiar and new.

time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened further, the world outside the kitchen fading into obscurity. the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and the wet, delicious sounds of your mouths moving against each other. every touch, every sensation, seemed to reverberate through your entire being.

your fingers traced the contours of his strong jaw, the heat of his skin searing into your memory. his grip on you tightened, his hand moving from your hair to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he began to lift your dress. the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a combination of pent-up desire and the freedom that came with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and desire. lip was still watching from the sidelines—of course, he wasn't watching his brother. he was watching you, the tightness in his boxers waking him up fully.

“take it off, princess,” carl snarled into your mouth, slurring his words ever so slightly. “take the dress off for daddy.” lip mentally cursed himself as he watched, only able to beg the man above to bring this to a halt. he wished that you wouldn't comply, so that he could look away and retreat back to his room, but when he heard you giggle, he knew there was no going back.

you pulled the dress off your head, discarding it onto the floor, leaving you in nothing but a bra and thong. carl groaned at the sight of you, feeling the way his jeans only grew tighter and tighter, but he wasn't the only one losing his cool.

from the sidelines, lip whispered a quiet “fuck,” under his breath as he admired your curves, all of you. you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he couldn't do much about it. the only thing he could do was quietly pull his pajama bottoms down, along with his boxers. he quietly hissed at the cool air caressing his bare cock, but he couldn't resist himself. he needed you to take care of his urges.

“all mine,” carl groaned as he pulled you in for another aggressive kiss. he groped your tits with a force that was bound to bruise you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. your bra came off in an instant, bare tits now free to hang right under his chin. he switched positions, with him now practically on top of you, but your back pressed to the kitchen drawers. “need you so fucking bad.”

lip watched you from an amazing angle, his spit-slicked hand stroking his cock in slow, agonizing motions. he watched you from the side, admiring the way moans passed your lips, tits bouncing with every move. he licked his lips, stiffling grunts as he jerked himself off.

carl's hands roamed your body, groping everything he could touch. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach before sliding your panties down with his teeth. “jesus fucking christ,” he practically moaned as he admired your pussy. “dripping all over the fucking floor.” his words only fueled lip's experience, and he was right, you were gonna stain the tiles with your slick. you whined as his hot breath fanned your core, lips leaving faint kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue began prodding your clit. “can't help it, daddy,” your fingers tugged at his blond locks, pulling him in closer with a groan of delight. “need you to fuck me so bad.”

lip sighed as your voice filled his ears, spoiling himself by massaging his balls and taunting thebslit of his dick. all he could think about was you—on your knees, helping him out with the same generosity carl was used to.

“you want daddy to fuck you, huh?” you nodded eagerly, pressing one of your bare feet to his crotch and he quickly began undoing his belt. “so needy you can't wait five minutes, huh princess?” you shook your head, desperate sounds leaving you as you pressed your bare back against the cold wall.

“so needy, daddy, need you right now,” you moaned in response. carl grinned, sliding his bottoms off with no hesitation before crawling back towards you, his lips inches away from yours. he positioned the head of his dick right on top of your entrance, but didn't push in, staying right where he was. “gonna let daddy tear your pussy up, huh?” you nodded, smiling right back at him with nothing but a playful glint in your eyes. “i'm gonna let daddy use my pussy and fill me up,” you both smiled before he pressed his lips to yours, engaging in another passionate kiss.

lip couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of your mouth. it had exposed him to a side of you he never knew existed. the same girl who used to sing liam to sleep, was now fueling his need to cum. his hair stuck to his forehead as he pumped his dick, watching the way your legs were spread, wet pussy shimmering with carl's dick placed on your clit. he couldn't wait to see and hear you get fucked.

“gonna ruin you,” carl groaned as he grabbed his shaft. it only took a second for him to bury himself into the depths of your pussy, all the way from his tip to his balls. you let out a cry of ecstasy, holding onto his shoulders for support. he was now seated on the floor, his back against the counter with you in his lap. “bounce on daddy's dick now, okay?”

you leaned back, moans passing your lips as you arched your back, now bouncing up and down on his cock. you shuddered as you did so, the angle setting off fireworks in your stomach. you sped up the pace, carl grunting as he tilted his hips upward, now meeting your bounces with thrusts. you locked your fingers in his hair, pulling him into your tits. he didn't hesitate to suck on them, marking the fat and biting your hardened nipples. you couldn't help but squeal at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy sucking him in.

“look at you, taking my dick so well,” he wasn't the only one looking at you. lip trembled as he continued to ferociously pump his cock, watching the way you kept bouncing. he watched the way your greedy cunt sucked up his brother's dick, the way your tits and ass bounced along with you, the wsy the counter shook from your brutal movements. he couldn't help himself—he would've given his liver to switch places with carl, for a chance to make you feel good. “you like the way daddy fucks you?”

you nodded feverishly, your bounces quickening in order to match his harsh thrusts. you spread your legs, giving your boyfriend and uninvited visitor a good look at the way your pussy took his dick—the way it disappeared inside you and came back for a split second, the way he was soaked in your juices. you began to whimper, a familiar sensation in your stomach forming. “i can't, i'm gonna cum,” you whined, holding onto carl's legs for support.

he had taken ahold of your hips, now thrusting inside you on his terms. he groaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, refusing to let go. “i'm gonna cum, too,” he announced, but he didn't stop. he didn't stop pounding into you, burying his thick cock until it was slamming into your cervix. he didn't stop until his brain went foggy and your cries were his only source of sense. “doing so good for me, baby, come on. cum on daddy's dick, baby. yeah,” he sputtered out words of encouragement until you were practically sobbing his name.

when you came, lip came, too. he stood in the doorway, his fist in the shape of a tight hole that was no match for you, draining the rest of the cum he had pent up inside him. he came with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, suppressing the sounds threatening to catch your attention. he milked his orgasm dry, getting every last drop that he had wasted on you. he came happily, knowing his last sight was a good one—with you drenching yourself in your own arousal.

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