#kevin had such a presence in this book

[kevindayscrown]

"And keep Kevin's name out of your ignorant mouth."

#my fucking god #tell em #me @ some of you #kevin had such a presence in this book #he was so prominent even when he actually wasnt even a main cast #its the kevin day effect #Kevin day the man that you are #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #all for the game #aftg

[missglaskin]

Yandere Lannister Family (Platonic) would include: 

Note-While this is mainly platonic, there can be interpreted romantic pairings 

Characters: Cersei, Joanna. Tywin, Jaime, Tyrion, Kevin and Genna (Mentioned), Rhaegar 

Cersei was the one who brought you into the family. Friends came and left, yet somehow you remained. As she was with her brother, Jaime, Cersei was incredibly possessive. Wanting to be your only friend. Pushing or pulling the hair of any girl who tries to take your attention away from her. Also seen holding your hands, tugging you along wherever she needs to go. 

Soon you are being introduced to Joanna. Who’s heard all about you from Cersei. She’s polite as she greets you. Hand on her swollen round belly. Cersei told you she wishes it was a girl. When the two of you leave, your friend lets it be known that her mother likes you. It wasn’t a lie as most of the time you spend with Cersei, Joanna is there watching the two of you with such fondness.

While she and her twin shared everything, Cersei was hesitant to share you. Still, a trio formed. Where the three of you were mostly getting in trouble. Whether it’s jumping off the long cliffs. Climbing up the trees. Trying to sneak into the stables to go on top of one of the horses. It lead to you being scolded by Joanna, and occasionally Tywin when presented all dirty and disheveled. 

Jaime was a little nicer than Cersei. Reassuring you when he sees you being scared. Praising you when you take the courage to join along. Even grabbing your hand when you jumped off the cliff with them. You were one of the few‌ close friends of Jaime and it made Joanna warm up to you even more. Seeing that both of her children love your company. 

Tywin didn’t care much for you. At least at first. You being a friend of Jaime and Cersei didn’t catch his attention, but his wife being fond of you did. The Lannisters became familiar with your presence. You are also known to the guards and servants. It’s truly a wonder that the lord of Casterly Rock finally took notice of you.  

Tywin was hesitant to warm up to you. Most of the time spent with you were done with Joanna on his side. The conversations were enjoyable even if you were just a child. And while it took time, Tywin started to share the fondness his wife and children had for you. 

Tywin and Joanna spoiled you with everything you had. Books, toys, instruments, wherever you wished for. You were given an endless supply of it. They started dressing you in their house colors, gold, and red. Jaime was hesitant on what to think of this, while Cersei was excited her parents have welcomed you into the family. As it means the two of you can spend as much time together and become one big happy family. 

However, that dream was crushed when Joanna died in childbirth. The child born being a dwarf. Jaime and Cersei like any, mourned, and you were there to comfort them. Tywin took her death the hardest. He locked himself in his chambers, distracting himself with his duties. It was when you welcomed yourself in to console him, he could not deny you. Unaware of the deeper attachment your act of kindness caused. 

Cersei hated Tyrion. She more hated how you defended the baby. How you dared to hold him in your arms. Smiling and playing with him as if he didn’t kill ‘your mother’. It must be Jaime. It’s his fault for making you act this way. But she reassures herself that you will soon grow to hate Tyrion. That you’ll take her side as you always did. 

Matters were made worse when Cersei starts to call and think of as her ‘sister’. She wished it was you who came out of Joanna's womb rather than that monstrous beast. Jaime scolds her for saying such things, and it only makes him more worried when his father doesn’t correct her. 

Jaime was only a ‘favorite’ to his father because he was his heir. But with you in Tywin’s life, it’s no secret that he favored and doted on you the most. After Joanna’s death, it was only you who would witness Tywin’s rare smile. It was also seen in how he preferred you in his company, either sewing or reading, while he’d do his duties. And there was him praising you whenever you showed him your ‘progress’. 

Kevin and Genna eventually meet you. It’s a surprise to see their brother so fond of some girl. Though they came to understand why. Kevin warmly greets you each time, showering you with compliments and praises. While Genna would try to get you to have some ‘alone’ time together. She insists on having you call her ‘Aunt Genna’. 

Everyone in the family is so protective over you. Having guards accompany you at all times. Even Jaime, who was far more ‘tamer’ than the rest, also thinks this is in your best interest. After the loss of Joanna, they are not willing to take any risks.

To Tyrion, you and Jaime are his safe haven. However, his bond to you is far deeper than the one with Jaime. Despite Cersei and Tywin’s wishes. You were very much involved in Tyrion’s upbringing. Defending and protecting him from any insults. Encouraging him to pursue his interests in history and reading. Giving him the affection a boy his age needed. It made Tyrion your shadow, always looking for your approval. 

With Tywin as the hand of the king, he is to be at king’s landing. He wanted to take you with him. Something that made all children work together for the first time. Cersei then demanded she come along and Tywin agreed, but he refused for Tyrion and it took your pleading for him to be convinced. Only in one condition that Tyrion never leaves his chambers so as to not embarrass him with his sight. Cersei during her ride you in the carriage was fuming the entire time. 

When Jaime joined the kingsguard, you never saw Tywin as angry as he’s now. As you always did, you showed your support for Jaime. And it means the world to him. It’s when the two of you are behind doors that he engulfs you in a tight hug. 

At king’s landing, your attention was still fought after. Tywin couldn’t spend his time as he did. When he had his council meetings, you were made his cupbearer. Still, no other council member ever beckoned you to fill their cup as they know it’s just an excuse for you to be with Tywin. There was also him standing beside the mad king most of the time, a man Tywin wanted you far away from. 

Jaime also couldn’t spend as much time with you. The two of you ‌found a way when Jaime would be stationed in a place where not many eyes wander as the two of you conversed and jested. His eyes also found yours at the court. A frown on his face when the mad king would display his cruelty and he sees the frightened look in your face. Resisting the urge to run to your side and shield you from the sight. 

In Tyrion’s chambers is where you tried to stay the most. He loved listening to you read to him, head leaning on your shoulder while you did. Tyrion also loved telling you stories of the dragons that once roamed the sky, his fascination with them seen as clear as day. And it made you smile. 

Cersei fitted along with the other ladies in the court, but she much preferred you of course. Arms linked with yours as the two of you walk through the garden or the halls. Whispering gossip into each other’s ears. You are always seated next to her during feasts and family dinners.

Throughout the court, your eyes catch the sight of Prince Rhaegar. Cersei informs you of the union that will be announced between her and him. Expressing her excitement at the prospect of being his wife. Telling you that when she becomes queen, she’ll make sure you never leave her side. 

Before the tourney, you console Jaime when the king refuses for him to participate. And during it, you are seated between Cersei and Tywin. Tyrion is seated behind you. Once again, you pleaded with Tywin to let Tyrion attend. Throughout the time, you turn your head to Tyrion, two of you exchanging smiles each time. 

Murmurs and gasps spread throughout the crowd when the Prince places a crown of winter roses on your lap. Tywin and Cersei’s furious faces were seen as clear as day. Later through the day, you hand Cersei the same roses, not wanting to upset her, but she assures you that nothing you do will upset her. Placing her hands over yours.

#yandere game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #cersei lannister x reader #jaime lannister x reader #tyrion lannister x reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #tywin lannister x reader #yandere headcanons #x reader #reader insert

[glorianamultistan]

i need a sangyeon male reader ff from u maybe a continuation it keeps me alive!!! ☹️☹️

Hi @innieplanet thank you for requesting and sorry it took so much time to finish it. I wrote something new and not a continuation I hope you like it.

Sangyeon x Male Reader

I do not own the pic.

Slipping down the sofa slowly, there, between the coffee table and the sofa, one could not easily tell by looking whether it was Sangyeon who was trying to hold both of them up or y/n, who in the trance of liquid kisses wasn't even aware of the slippage, trying to pull the older closer.

Both seemed to be following the same route from afar, at least that is what Sunwoo thought when he yelled at them to stop before their managers come.

Y/n was not a celebrity, just a friend; that is how Kevin introduced him to the group, but the body language between them left a lot of room to be discussed by Sangyeon with Kevin before rushing to conclusions.

As it turned out, y/n was really just a friend, with a love for delicate skinship. Kevin did all he could, hugging, kissing on cheeks and forehead and practically sticking y/n on his lap for most of his visits.

There is always an ambiance of cheerful playness when y/n is invited by Kevin to spend time with him. All the other members, especially Juyeon and Eric started liking y/n company too.

Yet, Sangyeon was always too self-aware around y/n, somehow he was always trying to understand the body language of the younger and the broken Korean he spoke.

Soon Sangyeon realised that it was not some misplaced enchantment he had with y/n; he had started liking the younger; his shy and bubbly antics, his clumsiness and all made Sangyeon want to keep the younger close to him, in his arms, and all these thoughts were making him lose his sanity.

This overwhelming feeling that Sangyeon feels every time some member comes a little too close to y/n irks him.

It happened that one day while most of the members were out on schedule, Kevin asked y/n to come to their dorm and did not mention this to Sangyeon who was the only one present in the dorm.

He saw y/n through the door camera and opened the door with a nervous smile 'Kevin is not here yet.' 'I know hyung but he said I can wait for him as he will bring a present for me.'

Both of them sat awkwardly on the sofa and Sangyeon started the conversation to keep the atmosphere bearable for the younger, somehow during the conversation, y/n shifted closer to the older and was being hugged by him.

It was just how y/n's presence worked, skinship was necessary. But then suddenly Sangyeon realised his hand was around the younger's shoulder and he looked down at y/n typing on his phone.

As he looked up, the proximity was too much, too close; the face of the younger was so clear in front of him, mesmerising. Y/n felt like he was watching a book unfold through the older's eyes, the eyelids, the lips, the face, so close.

'Y/n I really need to ask you, are you single? Are you sure none of the other members like you romantically?" Whisper, Sangyeon did nothing but whisper to not let the moment go to waste, 'No, we are friends hyung.' 'Thank god.'

And this is how the kiss was confirmed and how they were in the situation in which Sunwoo found them.

They both stopped kissing but y/n hid his face in the elder's neck as Sangyeon hugged him. 'Hyung, you really need to let him go; we can not let the manager hyung see you like this.' 'Ah! Did Sangyeon hyung finally make a move!?' Kevin entered the dorm with Juyeon and Eric.

'What?' 'Oh hyung, we have been watching you look at y/n in not-so-subtle ways, so I asked him to come over to make it easy for you.' Kevin said while going towards the kitchen.

So, it was all planned, but the other fact was that Sangyeon was just made aware that he was not subtle while looking at y/n. He looked down, y/n sitting in his lap, looking down. 'Did you know too?' 'No, I thought Kevin was joking because you are my bias.'

Let's just say that it was not going to be easy for Sangyeon to control himself anymore.

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#fanfiction #kpop x male reader #gay #male reader #kpopidol #gaypop #kpopgay #male idol x male reader #bottom reader #kpop #the boyz #the boyz x male reader #sangyeon #sangyeon x male reader #requested

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Do you have a fancast for the batfam?

Ooo! Thank you SO MUCH, anon!!! I absolutely ADORE getting questions like this and I don't usually get them so this is such a treat! 😁

That being said....I don't exactly have a fancast for the batfam 😅 Instead, I tend to have a specific version of each character (mostly from a certain comicbook style) as a fancast if that makes sense.

However, I've put some thought into it and have a few ideas I'll put under the break if I were to cast them today. I'll also include the version of the character I usually picture when I write/read/think of the character.

Bruce Wayne/Batman

My go-to version of Bruce Wayne is the Dan Mora comic book one (though he sounds like Kevin Conroy in the Animated Series 😁).

For a fancast , I know it isn't an original opinion but I think Jensen Ackles would be a great choice. We missed out on him doing a live-action Jason Todd after his amazing voice work in Under the Red Hood, but I think he could really capture the duality of Batman & Bruce Wayne as well as show a third, more tender side when interacting with the Batfam.

(Other options I like include Karl Urban and Jon Bernthal. Also, shout out to @mayhem24-7forever who first suggested Oscar Isaac to me as a possible Bruce Wayne and I LOVE that idea!)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing

So this one is a little more complicated. My go-to version of Dick is the comics version by Mikel Janín. However, my Nightwing costume is the one by Bruno Redondo.

For the fancast, this one might be a little out there, but I really like Leo Howard for it. He hasn't done much acting recently, but he is known for his martial arts skills which would be a big plus for playing Dick/Nightwing.

(Honorable mentions to Evan Evagora)

Jason Todd/Red Hood

The Dexter Soy version of Jason is the one I always picture him as, especially the Red Hood costume (and it is still my dream to cosplay this one day).

For a fancast, I really like Tanner Buchanan for a post-death Jason. My only problem is he's too short! I need a 6ft+ Jason! But otherwise, I think he'd be great!

(Another choice I really like is Jacob Elordi)

Tim Drake/Red Robin

I had trouble finding the specific artists, but this is the version of Tim that I usually go to.

For a fancast, I'm leaning toward Griffin Gluck. He has a sort of presence or aura that feels very Tim to me.

Damian Wayne/Robin

I am most familiar with Damian from the DC Animated films so that's usually what I picture him as.

For fancast, I think Carter Rockwood is perfect! And the fact he is already working on a short video playing Damian just solidifies it.

If anyone is interested in me continuing with more of the extended Batfam or any of the villains, please let me know and I would love to share! 🥰

#thanks! #anon ask #batman #batfam #fancast #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin

[kitkatscabinet]

I love you, I love you, I'll scream it till I'm black and blue, so why won't you love me too?

Requested prompt: "You need someone, let me be that person, let me be what you need." for @winnifredburkleismyhero, enjoy!

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word count: 2K

Everyone that got close to the Winchesters died. The supporting evidence for this fact only seemed to grow as the years passed. John, Ash, Jo, Ellen, Pamela, Kevin, Charlie and even Bobby, all casualties of Winchester-related circumstances. Everyone that is, except for you. There had been no trips to hell or heaven, no deals made and no ghostly presences.

You had known the boys for years now, having met them about four months after john went AWOL and then you never really left. Dean liked to joke that you were the family cat that had been too pitiful to leave in the garbage. You had been there for Dean's deal, his death, the apocalypse and everything the universe had decided to throw at your boys, and apart from a few scratches you always seemed to come out nearly unscathed.

Yet that still didn't seem to be enough for Sam. Every attempt you made to close the gap from friends to something more was rebuffed. You knew he felt the same. From the lingering touches, the way his eyes would trail your form whenever you entered or exited a room, the book recommendations, gifts and late night conversations that kept the two of you up well into the morning hours.

He had always been so sweet towards you, face lighting up in that dopey puppy dog smile whenever the two of you spoke. He was the shoulder you cried on and the best friend you laughed at cringy shows with. You had never made any attempts to hide your affections, and your interest never strayed from the lanky hunter that had captured your heart. Despite all this, however, Sam never seemed to want to take things further, and had even prevented multiple confessions over the years through clumsy attempts at a diversion.

As the years passed you had almost given up on what seemed like a fruitless pursuit. If it weren't for Dean assuring you his little brother was just being a jackass you probably would have. But after years of dodged kisses and ending conversations that strayed too far into 'non-friendly' territory you were almost at your wits end.

You had thought that last night had finally been it, you gained a nasty, yet completely non fatal scratch that trailed down the left side of your jaw and over your shoulder. Sam like always had overreacted epically, and had all but dragged you off to treat the wound. His fingers had traced your face so softly and with such care that you had almost cried. The absolute reverence in his touches and gaze too much for your impossibly loud and pounding heart to take. There had been tears in the corners of his eyes as his hand gently cupped your cheek. A gesture you leant into with a contended sigh only for your breath to hitch as you noticed the way his eyes had trailed down to your lips, how close his face had gotten to yours as his shoulders hunched to accommodate the great height disparity between you.

You had leant up in response, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath fan across your face. Just as your lips had been about to meet Sam had reared back like you'd slapped him, scurrying out of the room like his life depended on it. Tears had stained your pillow that night as you had eventually cried yourself to sleep. Were you really that unlovable? Had the scratches that would no doubt later mar your skin made you so unattractive? Whatever the reason it had been your last straw.

You had slept in, so an early escape was unfortunately completely out of the question. Luckily you didn't own too many material belongings, so you were able to pack everything you needed into a duffle. In what seemed a miraculous stroke of luck you made it through the bunker unencumbered by either of the brothers and were about to make what seemed like a clean break until the current bane of your existence materialised out of what seemed like thin air.

"What are you doing? You should be resting!" Where his concern would usually be endearing at the moment all you found it was incredibly grating. His overprotective nature only contributing to the fiery ball of rage that had built in your gut after a night of overthinking.

"I'm fine Sam, it's just a small flesh wound" you rolled your eyes, turning to walk towards the door once more only to be stopped by a tug at your arm. "Let go of me Sam," you were starting to get incredibly irritated now, jaw clenching as you struggled to keep your temper under wraps. "I said let go!" this time you had managed to yank your arm away when Sam's grip slackened in surprise at the vitriol in your tone. Your narrowed glare, crossed arms, and unyielding posture had Sam backing up slightly, hands up in a placating gesture.

"Alright. Just give me a few seconds and then we can go out together" he suggested, offering a small if somewhat strained smile. You weren't a very naturally angry person, having to deal with the Winchester's particular angst and drama had left you with a very thick skin. You had taken the insults and the monologues and the self sacrificing lectures all in your stride, but for some reason Sam's assumption had made you see red. For the first time since you had met either of the boys you truly lost your temper.

"Who said I want you coming with me?" you sneered, a small sick sense of satisfaction curling in your chest at the look of hurt that briefly crossed Sam's face.

"What? But we always go out together..." he trailed off, the kicked puppy look on his face almost enough to make you relent once more, Just like you always did.

"Not anymore we don't. I'm done Sam. I'm leaving for good." Your words cause his eyes to widen in distress, as he takes a few steps forward and back into your personal space.

"Why? Did Dean do something, I'm sure he didn't mean anything, we can work things out-" You cut him off with a borderline hysterical laugh.

"Did Dean do something? Sam you've gotta be fucking kidding me. I'm leaving because of you, because I can't stand being around you anymore." His face flickers between hurt and anger as he tries to register what you had just said.

"What? Last night we were fine. I find it hard to believe you're all of a sudden choosing to cut and run" he scoffed, trying to keep his own anger at bay from your dagger-like words.

"Fine!" you yelled shrilly. "What part of making me fall in love with you and then getting rejected at every possible turn is fine Sam! How dare you break my heart over and over again and then try and still be friends with me." There is a stiff silence as your words register in the minds of both of you, only broken by the heaving of your chest as you fight to catch your lost breath.

"You love me?" Sam seemed a mix of stunned and giddy at your words, unable to decide if he should be smiling or not.

"Wha- are you fucking stupid. I'm in love with you! I've loved you for years Sam. You're the one that keeps pushing me away and I've finally had enough. I'm ready to move on." Your eyes study his face intently, waiting to see if he'll give away any indication as to how your words had truly made him feel. Because despite your bold proclamation, you still so desperately just wanted to hear him say the words back, you wanted him to love you.

"I-I can't think of anything better than being with you" he finally admitted softly, causing heat to flush across your skin as your throat ran dry at the admission. The smallest embers of hope once again burning away in your chest. "Of loving you, waking up with you in my arms every morning, to know that you're mine and only mine." His hands had reached out to take yours, squeezing them as his shoulders shook slightly But I can't. Your stomach dropped, hands harshly pulling away from his own as you tried to contain your tears.

"And why would that be?" you hissed, arms crossing your chest as if trying to protect yourself. He takes a while to answer, stewing under you fierce glare as he tries and fails not to piss you off further.

"It's just... If i let myself love you and then I lost you... I'd never forgive myself."

"What the hell, that's so stupid-" your vitriol is cut off by his own this time, anguish clear as he yelled at you.

"Is it? Everyone I love or even get close to dies!" you scoff slightly at that, only to be cowed as he continued to yell in your face. "Yellow eyes killed Jess to get to me." Just like that, your vitriol evaporates, shoulders slumping as you try to comfort him.

"Sam-" this time it is him who shrugs off your hand, continuing on his rant

"Madison, Ruby, Sarah! I won't have that happen to you!" Silence reigns between the two of you once more, the air charged with the heavy confessions from both of you. At some point, tears had started to stream quietly down your cheeks and Sam's eyes had been watery for the past few minutes. Taking a few deep breaths you unclench your jaw and arm muscles, stepping closer so you were within arm's length of Sam once more.

"So what? You're just going to live the rest of your life alone, in fear?" There is no anger in your tone, just curiosity and some quiet judgement. Stepping forward once more, the duffle from your shoulders slips to the ground as you take Sam's shaking hands in your own. "You need someone, let me be that person, let me be what you need. Please Sam." You can tell he is still hesitant but is beginning to break under the combination of your tears, grip and the unadulterated love that shines in your eyes from him. "I'm terrified of losing you to you know" you whisper the admission softly, a hand reaching up to cup his cheek in a reversed mimicry of last night. "Every time you and Dean leave without me, or you pull some of that typical Winchester self-sacrificing bullshit feels like it ages me ten years. I don't sleep, don't eat. All I do is worry about you..." your words trail off in a hoarse whisper as you try to keep back the heaving sobs that were starting to escape your chest.

Sam doesn't reply, but in that moment he finally breaks. Pulling you fiercely into his protective embrace, face nuzzling into the top of your head as the two of you cried. "I love you" you whisper against his chest over and over like a broken record in an attempt to push through his stubbornness. You aren't sure how long you stand there, locked in his warm embrace as you wait for your tears to subside. Until finally, you hear it,

"I love you too" at first you think you imagine it, holding your breath as if breathing will shatter the wonderful dream you're having, but then you hear it again. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Sam chants, volume rising with each declaration as he lifts you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses and bringing forth a shriek of delight from your throat. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, and legs around his waist you lean in to finally claim his lips with your own, the two of you grinning like idiots the entire time. He tastes like salt, from the tears that leaked down his cheeks and you imagine you probably do too, but it is perfect nonetheless. So lost in each other and your newfound happiness neither of you notices the arrival of Dean until he speaks up.

"Great. Now if you two losers are done with the soap opera can I get to the door?" his sudden voice has the two of you springing apart, except Sam is still holding you up and the two of you go down like a sack of bricks, lungs forcefully expunged of all air as the behemoth of a man squishes you into the floor.

Your spine is aching and you're having trouble breathing as Sam frantically hovers over you, but in that moment all you can do is smile, because Sam has just made you the happiest person on Earth. A fact that you would regularly remind the hunter of for the rest of your days.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester fic

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Six

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Running might not have been the best option, you admit. Or maybe it was the best option, just not for someone who doesn't know where they are. Mystic Falls could easily be Lost Falls. Another terrible idea was stealing a car instead of using your super speed. You have no idea who this car is, you just needed to get away from the Salvatores as quickly as possible. When you locate the city bar you feel like you can relax at least a little. But that doesn't last long, because apparently Damon doesn't understand the notion of you having a moment alone.

"Do you usually run away from other people's houses like you're crazy, or is it just mine?" Damon seems to be angry, which you try to ignore.

"I need a drink, preferably a strong double or triple one." You ask the bartender, ignoring Damon's presence, as honestly, he was the last person you wanted to face right now.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?" Damon questions, arching his eyebrows and staring at you as you drink whatever strong concoction the bartender handed you. You then order a beer from the bartender, who says he'll get it for you. You reach into your pants pocket for payment, and when you're about to pay, Damon is behind the counter. Obviously, he'll do anything to get your attention, including manipulating the bartender to serve tables while he takes care of the bar.

"Damon, could you leave me alone for the next few hours?" You ask, grabbing the beer that Damon is holding out of his hands.

He looks at you in a different way, as if he wants to understand you but you're making it difficult. Before he can say anything, a blonde woman calls his name, and both of you turn to see who it is.

"Does Elena know you're serving other women as a pastime, or is it another dirty secret of Damon Salvatore?" The blonde says with a certain arrogance. You observe her and then turn to look at Damon, who has a mischievous smile on his face.

"Caroline Forbes and her presumptions. You, better than anyone, should know that I don't owe explanations to Elena anymore, just as she doesn't owe me anything. Now, if you're done playing the curious Barbie, you can go back to taking care of your own life." Damon says sarcastically. It seems he has some familiarity with Caroline, whom you imagine is a friend of Elena. You find yourself thinking that maybe it would have been better never to have sought out Damon.

"It's part of my life to ensure that one of my best friends has a decent boyfriend, as much as possible. I don't like that it's you, but if you're going to be, at least be worthy of her." Caroline says. You feel uncomfortable, as if you're a person tainted on the inside. I mean, you had a fling with two brothers, and now you're interfering in the love life of one of them, which doesn't seem right.

"If you claim to be her best friend, you know that she and I are no longer together. Now, it's important to respect each other's choices and boundaries." Damon seems almost sensible saying that, putting Caroline in an awkward position. You simply observe them, thinking that Elena must mean a lot to both of them.

"Look, I don't know you, and I have no idea why you know this guy, but understand that all women are like puzzles to him. Once he's done putting you together, he'll discard you and move on to another game." Caroline warns you. She looks directly at you, as if she wants to seriously warn you; Damon seems a bit upset by what she said. You shake your head as if you don't know what to say. Caroline leaves like a storm about to erupt. Without saying anything, you head towards the exit.

"Are you really going to ignore me?" Damon says, following you after several attempts to get your attention by calling your name. You get into the car, which, by the way, might even be his, and he joins you, taking the passenger seat.

"Do you think we made a mistake getting romantically involved with each other?" You look at Damon, seeking answers in his gaze. The atmosphere in the car becomes tense, laden with the uncertainty of what the shared past might mean for the present.

"Maybe we were a mistake, but you're definitely not a regret for me. Even if you don't remember what you mean to me." Damon says. You don't know how to react.

"Did you know that Stefan and I had an affair?" You ask Damon. You have to make sure he has no idea what you're talking about.

"You told me, right before this all happened. I wasn't happy about it but you know my situation with Elena so I can't criticize you for it." Damon says looking at you with a certain annoyed look. You wonder if he cares about you enough to not want to share you with Stefan.

"What if my destiny is to love your brother?" You ask, unsure if you even want an answer from Damon. The truth is, you don't know who you love, don't know who you truly want – you only know that being close to the Salvatore brothers makes you feel... alive.

"You once told me that your destiny only depended on you." He replies subtly. I guess this situation must be commonplace for him. Have I never truly loved him, or have I loved him too much?

You looked at him as if you understood what he's trying to convey. And then, you realize something is in front of the car. A werewolf, in the middle of the road. It's alone and seems angry. The curious thing is that you didn't notice the werewolf before crashing the car into it. The werewolf gets angry and starts attacking the car with me and Damon inside. You know that a werewolf's bite on a vampire is lethal. So you fear, dying or watching Damon die. The car crash thankfully only caused superficial injuries Damon seems more concerned with seeing if I'm okay with protecting himself. And for a moment you black out, being flooded with yet another vision.

"Can you do it or not?" You ask the mysterious woman in front of you, she looks at you with a look full of doubt.

"Not that I don't understand why you want to erase Damon and Stefan from your head but don't think it's a bit radical?" The woman says looking at you, while you two are in that same cabin in the middle forest.

"Bonnie I just want to know if you can do it or not. I don't need a therapy session, I need my biggest weakness outside of myself." You look honestly exhausted, like you're at your limit.

"There could be consequences if you regain your memory, bad things could happen. Are you sure you want me to do this?" Bonnie asks, holding her mother. You try to think that anything is better to be a hunter who fell in love with two vampires.

"I am sure." You respond as you see the woman pick up an old book from the small table near the cabin's entrance. Everything goes dark after that, you just feel unbearable pain.

Pain makes you regain the consciousness that had been lost. When you wake up, you see blood running down your arm and you feel something burn inside you. Your blurred vision doesn't let you see anything other than Stefan's face. You're relieved to see him but immediately panic when you see your arm completely. You were bitten by a werewolf and worse, Damon is nowhere you can see.

#damon x reader #spotify #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #tvd angst #tvdu #tvd fanfiction #tvd smut #the vampire diaries #Spotify

[misshoneyimhome]

So I send the ask about Fiala and Hischier! And if you could write anything in an domestic scenario with Kevin Fiala would be amazing, if you can add a sprinkle of smut even better! Maybe welcoming him after a road trip, when he's tired and craving love and attention! Thank you !!! 😘

- 🇧🇷 (can I use this emoji so you can identify me?)

Alrighty babe! A good classic of welcoming your man home, oh yes ❤️ So, it’s the first time I've written something about Fiala, but babe, he’s truly handsome, and I absolutely loved it - I also hope I somewhat captured your idea 😉 please, if you enjoyed it hit me with more ideas! I’d love to dive into some more Kevin F. 

Sure 🇧🇷 always fun to be able to recognise readers 🤗

[not sure if it's too much sprinkle or too little 🙈]

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (perhaps, nothing too explicit)

Word count: 1.6K

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Home is with you ⚡️

The dim glow of the porch light greeted him as he plodded towards the front door. Weariness weighed down his steps after the long journey, yet a surge of excitement pulsed through him at the thought of seeing you.

Unlocking the door, Kevin Fiala stepped inside, enveloped by the familiar scent of home that instantly eased his tired soul. Then, there you were in the living room, nestled on the sofa with a book, unaware of his arrival. A gentle smile played on his lips, appreciating the serene sight you presented.

"Hey," Kevin softly called out, his voice carrying traces of both fatigue and yearning, catching your attention as your eyes lit up upon seeing him.

"Darling, you're back!" you exclaimed, setting the book aside and hurrying off the couch to greet him.

Without a word, he embraced you, pulling you close, resting his head against your neck, breathing in the familiar fragrance that comforted him. You reciprocated the hug, feeling the tension slowly ebb away from his weary body.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness.

"I missed you more than words can express," Kevin murmured, his hold around you subtly tightening.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at him, cradling his face in your hands. "You look exhausted, baby. Come, sit down," you said gently, guiding him to the sofa and settling him beside you.

Resting against your shoulder, Kevin shut his eyes, savouring the simple joy of being back home with you. "Just being here by your side is all I needed," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Your comforting touch glided through his hair, easing his restless thoughts. "I'm here for you, always," you assured him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.

And as he basked in the warmth of your presence and the reassurance of your touch, the fatigue seemed to fade away. The strain of the road trip gradually dissolved into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of being enveloped in your love and concern.

With a grateful exhale, he nestled closer, content to share the moment with you. As nightfall draped the world beyond, both of you found solace in the tranquillity of home, cherishing each other's company in the gentle embrace of the night.

Snuggled up next to you on the couch, Kevin released a weary yet contented sigh. Memories of the away games replayed in his mind - the crowd's cheers, the rush of energy on the ice, and the camaraderie with his teammates.

The road trip had had its highs and lows. The Kings secured victories in the first two games, but faced defeat in the subsequent two; the last one a challenging 4-1 loss against the Rangers. Kevin even received a 10-minute penalty for misconduct, intensifying his frustration about the defeat.

However, amidst the heartfelt excitement, there lingered a mix of disappointment and anticipation. And he longed for nothing more than the tranquillity of home, the comforting familiarity that only your presence could provide.

"You know, it feels good to be back," Kevin murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you both.

"It feels good to have you back," you responded softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

As if the weight of the entire week had finally caught up with him, Kevin leaned heavily against you. Your gentle strokes traced soothing circles on his back, creating a rhythmic calm that eased him into a sense of peace. The weariness began to dissipate, replaced by a profound serenity that he found only in your embrace.

"Do you need anything? Water, tea, or just some peace and quiet?" you offered, your voice laced with concern.

"Just you," Kevin replied, his gaze meeting yours, gratitude shining through the fatigue.

A serene smile adorned your lips as you leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, before whispering softly in his ear. “And how do you want me?”

A hint of playful mischief crossed his lips as he contemplated the various ways, he desired to have you. To touch you. To hold you close.

"Perhaps, just the bedroom tonight," his deep voice spoke tenderly, his Swiss accent gently cutting through the air, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.

And in response, you offered him a gentle nod, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his soft lips.

"Bedroom it is then," you smiled, slowly rising from the sofa, and extending your hand for him to take. He acquiesced, allowing you to lead him up the stairs of your spacious house.

Upon reaching your master bedroom, you illuminated the room, adjusting the lights to create a cosy and romantic ambiance, and then swiftly, you felt the strong embrace of your man from behind, his arms enveloping you tightly, planting kisses on the back of your head.

"I've missed your touch," he breathed into your hair.

Turning within his arms, you smirked softly, gently encircling your arms around his neck.

"Well, how about you demonstrate just how much you've missed me." 

And with those words, you gave him the green light.

Gently, he leaned down, deepening the kiss with a heightened intensity, relishing your touch. His hands ventured down to your lower back and under your bottom, effortlessly lifting you as your legs wrapped around his hips.

Kevin carefully carried you towards the bed, setting you down tenderly, before he took his time to admire your beautiful features, then placing another tender kiss on your lips.

Softly withdrawing his lips from yours, he trailed butterfly kisses along your jawline and down to the sensitive skin of your neck. There, he lingered for a moment before moving to the other side, showering it with equal attention.

His mouth had a mesmerising effect on you. His touch, his lips, his entire being held you captivated, and willingly, you surrendered yourself to him.

When you first met him in Minnesota, you’d never anticipated falling in love so easily and eventually relocating to Los Angeles less than two years later. However, when he'd first asked you, delivering a heartfelt speech about not wanting to let you go and expressing his struggle with the prospect of his career being a potential barrier, you simply followed your heart and said yes.

So, as he tenderly caressed you with his lips, your body sank into the mattress, allowing him to explore as he pleased because your love for him was profound, and you understood each other so deeply that, in that moment, all you both yearned for was each other.

Then breaking away momentarily, he sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his very well-defined torso.

You couldn't resist licking your lips seductively as your eyes feasted upon the Swiss man above you, taking in every raw detail, consuming him with your gaze. Then together, you both carefully manoeuvred, shedding the last pieces of clothing.

Kevin couldn't help but admire your stunning set of lacy underwear, his preferred fashion to admire, yet it was also fabric he swiftly needed to discard because the allure of your soft, naked form intrigued him more.

He savoured every inch of your body, tracing a map of familiarity over it, a path he'd never forget despite being away on road trips.

Your heated bodies intertwined as if designed to fit perfectly together, every sweaty part moving in unison, exchanging the endorphins that bound your souls.

The way your core welcomed him so effortlessly, enveloping his considerable length, sent vibrations of arousal through your body, clouding your mind.

Guiding his hips into your warmth, his movements stimulating that incredibly sensitive spot over and over again, and you felt your climax slowly building up to its peak.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long that night. Being away from your touch for too long, despite managing with phone calls, naughty images, and his own hand, nothing compared to the sensation of your walls tightening around him.

The sounds of your moans and the way your body surrendered to his gentle yet firm thrusts flooded his mind with serotonin and dopamine, urging him closer to release.

"Kev, please," you whimpered, pleasure starting to overwhelm you.

"Ja, baby, come," he exhaled deeply, his husky voice tinged with need.

With each movement, the moment drew nearer, until you surrendered to the intense pleasure, releasing every tense muscle as waves of ecstasy coursed through your body, filling the room with your loud moans.

Your cursing, mingled with Kevin's name, escaped your lips, as your juices coated his member, still sliding in and out with easy.

"I'm gonna…" Kevin panted, increasing his pace, consumed by his own need for release.

With a deep, husky groan, the man above you, buried deep within you, granting you undeniable pleasure, then reached his own climax.

The room was filled with heavy breaths in the aftermath of your intimate moment, a tender sense of romance and closeness lingering between you both.

And following the much needed and passionate lovemaking, Kevin shifted to spoon you, enfolding you in his embrace. His large frame enveloped yours as his arms wrapped around you, planting gentle kisses on your skin.

"I lieb di," he softly whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you whispered back, turning your head slightly to meet his eyes, using a hand to stroke his dark beard.

"I'm so lucky to always have you to come home to," he added, his voice trembling slightly at the mere thought of not having you here.

Yet, your expression betrayed none of those concerns.

"I'll always be here," you reassured him, allowing your body to meld into his as you shared another heartfelt kiss.

#my asks #🇧🇷 #kevin fiala imagine #kevin fiala smut #la kings imagine #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey smut

[capcavan]

Opinion on Thea?

used to not care because her presence in book is non existent and i don't even remember what was going on there but then my friend explained to me what mad queen she is lets get this off the way 14 year old and 18 year old being in the same room or attending sport practise is not GROOMING grooming is pattern of behaviour that COULD be present during it but author had NEVER even hinted at something like that taking place you all need to stop taking shit out of your ass Thea and Kevin are like Andrew and Neil they are not perfect but they are the only people able to handle each other, they are the only people able to understand the things they been through in the nest and its their right to chose to stay brainwashed about it ;love that for them never change babes.

#aftg #all for the game #kevin day #thea muldani

[thorraborinn]

Hey, do you know of any paper or something examining the Baldr myth critically besides Anatoly Liberman's paper? Also, what do you think about Dr. Crawford's Loki misconceptions video or his collab video with ReligionForBreakfast?. I know you said in one of your posts that the question to whether or not Loki was worshiped historically has not been argued successfully either way, so that's why I'm asking if you've seen it since in one of them and others he says Loki wasn't worshiped bc no place names. Sorry if this is too hard of an ask. I decided to ask you since you're the only person who I know won't make up bullshit/give moral reasons to questions about Loki historically/mythically.

A lot of scholars have written about the myth, though not necessarily in the granular detail or from the same angle that Liberman did. I think that more has been written about Loki which touches on the Baldr myth than works which are specifically about the Baldr myth. Here are some that come to mind, and they all have references to others.

John Lindow has written a lot about it, including a book, Murder and Vengeance among the Gods: Baldr in Scandinavian Mythology (which I haven't read). His article "The Tears of the Gods: A Note on the Death of Baldr in Scandinavian Mythology" can be read for free on JSTOR, which is valuable if for no other reason than his very quick rapid-fire summary of the main threads in the history of research up to that point, which also constitutes a good reading list for exactly this question. Lindow also contributed the "Baldr" chapter to Brepols' The Pre-Christian Religions of the North series (which I have also not read).

Jens Peter Schjødt mentions it throughout his book Initiation Between Worlds: Structure and Symbolism in Pre-Christian Scandinavian Religion. He's mostly concerned with looking at the relationship between the world of the living and the world of the dead, so those are the aspects of the myth he focuses on. Schjødt has more experience writing about Loki than about Baldr, but of course you can't write about one without the other.

Kevin Wanner, best known for writing Snorri Sturluson and the Edda: The Conversion of Cultural Capital in Medieval Scandinavia, wrote an article called "Cunning Intelligence in Norse Myth: Loki, Óðinn, and the Limits of Sovereignty," which is mostly about the relationship between Óðinn and Loki (including the Baldr story), and the relationship of the pair to human people, especially poets. It takes a little while to get to the point, but I think it's worth it.

Though it hardly even mentions Baldr, one of the most influential recent works on Loki is "Loki, the Vätte, and the Ash Lad: A Study Combining Old Scandinavian and Late Material” by Eldar Heide. I'm going to bring this up again soon.

Anyway, to the second part of the question, I'd rather get kicked in the solar plexus by a mule than watch a YouTube video so I'm not going to comment on what Crawford says there specifically, but the "Loki doesn't have any place-names" argument is old and usually comes in two varieties. If Crawford came up with a third, then I apologize for the oversight, but I imagine it's one of these:

(the good one): We know from the sagas that naming places for gods was a common way to show devotion, and from archaeology that many places named for gods were important ritual centers; furthermore places named for gods tend to concentrate near centers of social and political power. Therefore, if we're able to demonstrate that place-name evidence was passed down reliably from medieval or earlier times, it can be one of the strongest indicators available to us of cultic activity directed toward specific named gods and its presence allows us to make much more confident statements about worship than we can make in their absence. While this is inherently limited, because it necessarily privileges the beliefs of the people who had the social position to declare names of places and to direct the construction of ritual sites, it's one of the best pieces of evidence available to us.

(the bad one): oh yeah, no, if they don't have any places named for them they weren't worshiped. Yeah, they definitely would have named a place after him and it definitely would have been unchanged until modern times. No, there were no other forms of devotion, just naming stuff.

I don't recognize the statement "the evidence does not permit us to say that there was a cult of Loki" as equivalent to saying "we can say definitively that there was not a cult of Loki."

Moreover, I think it's a failure of imagination to think that all devotion would take the same form. I don't imagine that Loki's idol was ever on the highest platform in a major ritual site like Thor's was at Uppsala but that's also not a useful standard, and it seems to me that it's the standard that the place-name argument holds him to. If we look at the Baltic peoples for comparison, they had very different forms of worship for different gods, so the absence of evidence for worship of Žemyna in a context appropriate for the worship of Perkūnas does not mean that Žemyna was not worshiped.

Anyway these days everyone seems to be on the "Loki was just a regular house spirit for many generations before being assimilated into the gods" bandwagon, one that I have disagreements with, but one which is compatible with "Loki was worshiped but not in a way that would result in place-names." Liberman made a case for Loki being a very, very ancient god; and Riccardo Ginevra's etymology of Sígyn requires that Loki's wife already be thousands of years old by the Viking age. There's lots and lots and lots of ways to argue in favor of him having been worshiped, all of which require modification of the word "worship" from the one the place-name-arguers use, so that eventually everyone is talking past each other. At the end of the day, "We don't know" is the actual answer to most of our questions.

[thesunshinecourts]

getting real fucking emotional about the fifth year seniors for the trojans a la the trojans-foxes game/during the aftg-tsc overlap era. it’s giving graduating seniors haikyuu but also i can’t help but think about seth. seth, the only player from his year group in the foxes who stay around, who signed on for one more year, who was committed to the team.

yeah, he and kevin fought more than they co-existed, and yeah, he couldn’t stand being in the same room as half his team, but they were his team. the foxes were his team, and he was their only fifth year senior who stuck it out that long, and as true as it may be that they might not have gotten to the game against the trojans if he was still there, it’s also true that it’s fucking sad that he never got to see it

it’s hitting me especially i think bc of how this match was the place where kevin pitches signing jean to jeremy, and like. when the cousins signed with the foxes, and then when kevin did, it was a unanimous vote. it had to be. so as much as seth and kevin fought endlessly (and also one of my top three lines in the first book, “his life is not more important than mine just because he’s more talented,” banger, is seth on kevin), as much as seth wanted to hit him, he still signed off on him, still agreed to keep him, still didn’t turn him away in the cold when the ravens were hanging over their heads. and it was riko’s rage that squeezed the trigger, neil’s mouth that helped him aim the gun, but it was kevin’s presence that had them in the gunscope to begin with. (it’s riko’s fault, obviously it’s riko’s fault, he’s the one who did it, but it’s worth considering, when thinking about the unanimous vote, that that was the first opening of the door to riko’s cruel attention)

anyway, i’m thinking about that unanimous vote again, and fifth year seniors, and lost chances, because here are graduating fifth years giving up their last chance at a championship because they’ve lost hope but not faith in the future, and because kevin, who once regained his place on the court because of a team made of fractured things that nonetheless committed to being a safe landing ground for him, stood on their court and asked jeremy to take in jean, and because jean needs a chance too. GAH. i love the trojans i love the foxes i love everyone

#tsc #aftg #seth gordon #usc trojans #usc trojans exy #psu foxes #kevin day

[finedinerofmoths]

Actually hold on I can't sleep so let me tell you what I think about Kevin, the smiling god, Strexcorp, and how it all ties together.

(rant incoming)

So! The podcast of WTNV contradicts itself sometimes as to who founded the congregation of the smiling god, and I find it interesting! (I'll try to to source my findings but I'm kinda trash at that so sorry in advance.)

First things first, it was before strex for sure. This is confirmed by the episode with past Kevin and I think a priest of the congregation actually? He talks about smiling, uses friendly language, and overall seems like a happy guy pre-strex in a somewhat similar fashion to during-strex Kevin. Personally I love the contrast, but that's not the point whoops. And after his disconnect with strex, there are still many! people that worship the smiling god.

Here's what I think, and take it with a grain of salt because I hadn't read any of the books or seen the live shows (wiki fandom is my best friend on this), but it seems like the corruption of a religion to further a social/political goal on strex's part.

I refuse to get too political on this but my thoughts on this was the OG religion was positive and harmless, centered around a more spiritual belief of goodwill, optimism, and respecting life (maybe the energy of every living thing via blood and bones and the beauty of just... Life and living thing? Only to turn into a blood and bone fixation? Hm.) Smiling has been proven to help your brain make happy chemicals, and laughing is literally contagious! I read a post that while science is Night Vale's religion, religion is Desert Bluff's science, and I agree. It makes sense that a guy like pre-strex Kevin (as little as I know him) would understand and appreciate these values. Hell, I even think cutting a gaslow smile into yourself could've been an original thing, some religions are like that man, especially not surprising in WTNV.

Strex is obviously sadistic, faux-friendly, manipulative and gaslighting, etc etc etc. It wouldn't be the first time a company or group would use and corrupt a popular religion to seize control, and brainwashing is how cults work! That mixed with torture and meds, no wonder strex employees were so loyal. And they most likely used his own religion (albeit an essentially bastardized version) to condition him. By telling him pain is good (yikes) and "crushing the weak" to paraphrase Kevin himself is all part of this religion HE FOUNDED, they could've easily twisted their own virtues into his. Despite being a prophet, I don't think Kevin has had contact with it for a while now.

However, the smiling god is obviously malevolent, I am not sure about that bit. It either drive him just a bit mad upon first meeting it (valid tbh), it killed him but didn't?? because what is logic in night vale honestly, or somehow tricked him into believing it was a more benevolent presence. Or, maybe he worshipped it because why not, Cecil was totally ready to adhere to the demands of the glow cloud, the distant prince, all of them due to a healthy dose of terror and cosmic fear. Kevin might've gotten luck of the draw.

A thing I don't know yet that's driving me crazy is Kevin met the smiling god via oak door the first time, and it makes me wonder if the desert otherworld is it's domain or something?? And dbt is there now, just thinkin' thoughts about that.

He's shown to be a bit controlling, opinionated and stubborn even before strex (only heartless people don't like cats, Cecil!) and I think strex amplified these traits to terribly negative proportions. As well as using his own trauma, maybe? He compares his father to a thing always watching (in the walls, I think?), the sun to an overbearing father, let's not even mention the burning hot caramel situation. If his father was strict and abusive, it might be easier to say "hey, wasn't that actually a good thing? All that pain, what a great dad!" And turn his brain into a functional positive feedback loop.

Sorry for the whole essay, ack, but I've been thinking about this way too much lately. To summarize, smiling god came first via Kevin, Strex ruined everything as per usual, and religion and science and this podcast are soooo flipping interesting!!!! Okay thanks for coming to my Ted talk, Mothy out

#wtnv podcast #wtnv #kevin wtnv #kevin wtdb #strexcorp #tw religious mention #tw child abuse mention #welcome to night vale #how do you tag rahh

[joyglass]

what drives me a little insane every time i think about it is the fact that kevin just ups and leaves in the aftermath of his raping of maya. he packs up his life and moves to a new town gets a fresh start and the omniscient narrator tells you that good things will happen to him once more. and yet beartown is essentially destroyed by his actions. the community is divided by the one thing that has always mattered the most, maya will always have to contend with the fact that there are people who think she should've kept quiet about being raped if it meant saving the town's metaphorical and literal livelihood, and benji will always always hate himself for being in love with kevin. searching for him chasing for what kevin made him feel all over the world even though he knows he shouldn't. there are THREE books. kevin is only in one of them. he leaves at the end of beartown but he stays. his lack of presence is tangibly felt even if he himself isn't present in the story, haunting every single character. this is a child the town built up into a hero with a fervor mimicking religious zealotry. the boy everyone likes to think they had a hand in raising. you can erase his presence no more than you can erase ice hockey as a religion in beartown. no matter how many times they try to kill it with silence. kevin will haunt beartown forever.

#HE JUST. LEAVES. and everyone else is picking up the pieces everyone else is being punished for his actions #And benji punishes himself the entire time 😭 #and then we get the last couple pages of the winners..... #beartown posting

[plasticfangtastic]

Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fanfic

Sorry if this fic looks super long I don't know how to make it shorter on mobile.

check my blog for prev. chapters.

This is a gender neutral reader fic but is just this author attempt at a crack ship between Homie and Joe Goldberg, obviously. this is a slow burn fic

Sypnosis: We were both mices prentending to be cats? We just didn't expect for things to turn out like this... for you to refus me..to not believe my feelings for you were genuine, you threw awful words at me calling me a psychotic bitch, a stalker... a Liar.

A Liar? after everything I've done for you! For us! After everythign I did to protect you?

You were wrong.

R18+ TW for drug abuse, Domestic abuse mention (this fic will contain some smut and gore in future entrances btw.)

Chapter 3

DIY Incidents.

Smile, nod, don’t question or talk to the upper ranks. 

This was Vought etiquette 101, and here I was fucking that up. 

I wish I could say I went straight home instead of running into CVS to buy the mellowest body spray I could find, something that wouldn’t bother your nostrils, something gentle even my soap now had to be mellow. Our first interaction weighed heavily in my mind, I had an inkling from the look in your eyes, and the alarm bells in your amygdala that we were going to meet soon– on your terms of course. 

So I dressed nicely, I wanted to see just how much I’ve earned of your attention. How much were you willing to give and how– so I wore pretty clothes, did my hair and booked a hairdressers appointment for this afternoon in case you noticed any dead ends, or it wasn’t up your liking– after all my competition was a literal Queen and Nazi pussy. I needed to stand out. Did you want it long? short? bob? buzzed? 

I waited all day.

All day trying to be a decent person and keep my mind away from yours; at least I had a pile of work to distract me at least– after all this department had remained understaffed. All three people hired alongside me had lasted less than a week. Seems Cassandra and Kevin had a knack for firing people. I simply had no presence for them to judge, probably why Deep gave me strange looks from time to time now he regretted not doing that of course.

As the end grew near on the clock above me, I relinquished– my crotch itchy from this lace, I thought you would like what you see… look at me… I wanted you to look at me and grin.

Oh shit!

Anika was louder than usual, her mind a sonata of anxiety and deadline reminders– I lifted my eyes.

Chest puffed, arms tight behind you and your hair slicked back in far more authoritarian fashion than usual, things were slipping under your boots and I guess you needed to scream ‘I’m on top of it’ whatever this thing that needed topping was– I was jealous.

Anika shrank in her seat, feeling her throat expand and shrink simultaneously as you laid your most casual jovial smile, practice made perfect; But Anika no longer could be fooled, you frightened her, you could smell it too, it made you laugh when you flashed your fangs, and her heart skipped a beat.

She was screaming in delight as you passed by her desk, heading towards me. 

The guy nearest to me glad to clock out just now, I straightened my back and made my way into you, seeing myself through your eyes. 

My hair frizzy, shirt creased from slouching, and you could smell my hot chocolate.

Your nose crinkle at the scent, that other you doing quick math to calculate the caloric content of my drink, it was pungent with its sweetness. My hand unconsciously took the cup into my lap, not because I wanted to get it away from you, I wanted it to wash over you, and give you a reason to look at my lap.

“How can I be of service, Mister Gillman?” 

There it was– a twitch on your brow, you weren’t used to this tone, so casual, and friendly. Surprised to hear how calm my heartbeat was. I was sweet, customer service had drilled this voice into my chords, it was easy to do some infiltrating if you knew how to talk.

My supervisor's eyes were the size of Jupiter, her tongue filled with cotton, unable to believe what I had uttered.

I mean that was your name, no? Was I supposed to call you “Homelander”, was that part of our corporate etiquette? I mean I called Roman by his first name. So why did you need to be different?

“Just doing the rounds, I hadn’t had an opportunity to meet the new recruits!”

“It's just little ol’ me left– the rest didn’t survive this death game.”

You had lost your train of thought, between the drink and my words.

“Too sweet?”

“What?”

“The drink?” There I was trying my darndest to get caught– I… I forgot you had… super senses, right? I had a friend in college she was a supe, she hated my drinks'' I laughed, you can’t believe I didn’t have encyclopedic knowledge about you, well sorry so far I had only partially read your wiki entry– its six sugars, whip cream and caramel drizzle on top-- there's a hot choccy simmering somewhere there.”

I turned to my computer, placing the cup down after a long sip guzzling the grainy remains, hands back on my keyboard.

“You were the lost little lamb wondering about last night.��� yeah, my cheeks still flushed– quite a nice spot for a corporate spy.”

“Nah I couldn’t even get a job in I.T or Crisis Management.” I’m glad you ignored my snark, and interesting choice– can’t be very good at spying if I got caught”

“You did work for Banvision.”

“Vought has a very comprehensive 401k plan, and if I pass my six month probationary period I might qualify for a discounted Vought Health Insurance plan– that’s a lot I can save on dental.”

That guy still hasn’t left, constantly exchanging looks with Anika asking wordlessly if they needed to get a mop instead of a gurney. 

“What happened to your hand?” my tone grating, so you changed the topic trying to stop yourself from melting my face off.

It had been weeks but my cheeks were still olive, and my hand still bandaged.

“DIY incident.”

“And the face?”

“That’s my ex’s nickname.” Now you calm down– He hates supes, so I thought it would be funny if I got a job here. I love it here, it is probably the nicest place I’ve worked so far, everybody in this department and Mister and Miss Murkovitz are just so welcoming! I feel like I’m doing something good for once.``

“I’m glad… to hear.”

Your posture softens, you assumed men put me on edge, but I still bothered you, I spoke as if i read off a script in your mind. Just to double check you needed to find something off, to ease your concerns.

All your trained had prepared you to control that split second where you lost control of your facial expression, before carving it back to normal– there I was seeing myself grin slyly. 

I crossed my ankle above my knee like a bloke desperate to take extra space in the train, give you a nice peek of this sweet black lace, pressing tightly against my skin, crotchless exposing it all for you, bra cut so low it only really held the idea of support, it was all exposed, beneath this serious facade.

“Well if there’s anything I can do for you, sir… please do let me know, I’ll be more than eager to help, Mister Gillman.” 

The customer service voice took you by surprise, and your gaze diverted to my desk. I came on strong-- It 's not like I was doing it on purpose.

My book, the bent bookmark sticking out from within the first one hundred pages, you stared at it for a solid five seconds.

“Is a waste of time” I tensed, you noticed– the book! I read it is pretty bad.” you mumbled– keep up the good work… eh your name…”

Humoring you with my name, and went back to my computer screen, ignoring you, watching you talk to Homelander about what you just divulged, it was minor but you hoped I wouldn't think too deeply as to why you of all people– was reading YA fantasy. Wondering why I didn’t seem to care if you existed, treating you like any annoying chump in the office.

I stared at that book my whole way home.

And that’s when I knew you weren’t just cute. You let me see something special, I made you want to share– I knew the panties were the right move! 

I had never been so eager to return to work before, so excited and anxious for my phone alarm to go off, I decided I had to do my homework, I got your attention. I was going to milk it. 

But if I had one complaint… is that… you made this needlessly difficult for me, all your social media was filtered through at least five publicists before “you” even pressed ‘post’. All of this was the same carefully constructed persona, that repeated itself without flavor or substance, your Twitter, Facebook, Instagram were all the same so I started digging, finding nothing! You gave me nothing.

Fuming I headed back to the office, it was still around 10 p.m. If anybody caught me I would've just say I’d left something, even bringing my spare phone charger to pretend I left it behind on my desk. 

So here I’m sitting on my office desk past ten navigating this whole building to find you, to find you home drinking a latte, your mind distracted by this terrorist running amok– this wouldn’t do, and before I knew it I was frustrated enough… I needed to know… I needed for you to stop playing coy with me. I hated knowing Roman could be right about anything, looking around the empty room I headed to the bathroom dragging the cable visibly for the cameras to spot, the toilets vacant at this hours.

Roman was a great ex, not awful in bed and always generous to help his whore out for the tough jobs– after seven years he knew this made the jobs go quickly hence why I stole it in the first place. I wasn’t a fan but this wasn’t cheap, it fucked me up, I swore to stay off this crap– yet you were worth it. Growing up I heard of Mindstorm, and dreamed to one day be as well adjusted as him, after all our powers were so similar, but deep down yours truly was a bootleg version– until I took this. Now sitting on the toilet floor I placed a pen in my hand, tying it with tape, my notebook on the toilet lid, placing a handkerchief in between my teeth, sticking my toes apart I pressed the needle watching the compound V color my veins.

Holy fuck.

It was the best…

I could cum just from the first five second rush alone. 

No longer a foggy unexplored map, I saw you in vignettes– You had nothing, no accounts for me to stalk, no secret Voughtify, Twitter, Facebook, Insta, Tiktok, VK, Weibo, Habbo? I'm still unsure how you knew what Habbo was even to this day.  Livejournal, MySpace, Youtube account, Google+, Pinterest, not even a RYM or Pornhub account… Jesus– I was starting to scrape the bottom of this barrel with neopets (actually you did have one but you forgot the password so it wasn’t useful to me right in that instant!), or something like NHentai, Grindr…bumble…how did you live!?… but Homie you didn’t even have a fucking Tumblr! (of your own) you… you had nothing… and then it hit me… my book… I mean… could it be? Obviously you didn’t have a wattpad or fanfiction.net account, I was praying for an Ao3… even some weird Lit forum– I mean nice that you lurked the Chans to trash talk books.

Out of all the places you could’ve played pretend in… Goodreads? not even VReads? Not even your own company’s knockoff!? But my hand already took note of your username and password while seeing your home as you gave me this private room,  heading upstairs to bury yourself on a small leather couch to sit down to read, it took me a second… you had… taste. From my wrongful assumptions I had pen you for a lover of classical Americana, cowboys and fifty’s pulp, classics made by men not even giving Bronte or Austen a chance, so I was surprise you were enjoying House of Leaves… that was unexpected, the fact you read at all was a surprise, the massive library around you had all sorts, from bargain bin trash to classical first editions, even sneak peaks at manuscripts before they had even hit the printers as if you were Miranda Priestly-- all for you. Books of every genre, plenty worn down and some untouched.

Standing up, I could clean the blood off my upper lip happily. 

I packed my mess, ripping the tape off my hand cursing as my fingers ached from my wound.

It has been too long… each step lighter than before, everyone's mind now on the forefront.

“Help…” that’s all I could ask.

My mind was being assaulted by screaming babies experiencing discomfort for the first time, The rest of the Seven’s nervous racketeering, from the security guards on edge, the poor overworked folks in Crisis Management and Special Services, with an honorable mention to the lab rats below– somehow I stumbled upwards, light headed and blood trickling down my mouth.

I took the needle and threw it down the toilet, fumbling my way out of the bathroom.

Louder. louder. fuck I was going deaf. I could hurl all the blood out my body, I had taken too much, it should have been half of that.

“Someone… he…help me.”

This… this batch had been adulterated… somebody messed with this shit. Roman… I though.

Too many people talking, thinking, their childhood traumas playing without permission… oh that bitch… she fucking hates you, her hexes and curses distract me enough as I collapse in the ground.

“Homelander…” stop talking shit about Homelander was the last thing on my mind.

I don’t remember anything other than feeling something pressing against my sides. 

But even in this state I couldn’t sleep, woken up by the sounds of your neighbors and staff, but you seemed quiet, your mind picturing the purple passages in vibrant colors.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Your couch isn’t exactly comfortable but the fur blanket does compensate for it– what… what time is it?”

“Past 1 a.m. What were you doing here again? spying?”

“Left my charger at my desk.” I said weakly barely getting upwards– I am so sorry, sir.”

“What did you take? Meth?”

“Heroin… bought the cheap shit… seems it wasn’t a good idea changing plugs.”

“So honest.”

“I hate liars. it's insulting” People lied to me all the time but by now I’ve grown jaded of people, you did too– am I fired?”

You could tell I was being genuine, you put your book down for a moment standing up to hand me my purse minus my handkerchief, studying my barely put together attire finding I was bare under it... like you.

“No. but I can’t let you leave either.”

“So a meeting with HR then…”

“Nothing like that, silly. You were bleeding quite a bit, rest then head home tomorrow morning.”

“Shouldn’t I head to the hospital?”

“I had someone check you up downstairs before I brought you here”

You slid towards me placing your nude finger on a loose hair strand, twirling it, watching me with those baby blues.

“Rest. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“You’re most kind John… I meant Homelander.” 

I will admit I was exhausted, my head was throbbing and even talking to you was draining, so I slowly drifted back into my slumber watching my head drop near your thigh leaving your hand hovering above me.

“Thank you for being there for me… haven’t… haven’t experience that in a long time”

“experience what?” your voice is low and confused.

“kindness…you’re sweet…”

Homelander watched you counting the seconds in between your breathing. His finger tracing the shape of your cheeks brushing tenderly, a strange smile made home in his face.

Unlike the one he had right now while you told him your story.

#Homelander X Reader #Homelander Fanfic #The Boys fanfic #Amazon The Boys fanfic #my fic tag #can we be lonely together? #would post chapter 4 sometime this wk super busy with work and that chapter quite lenghtly.

[joannerowling]

Entirely blaming @denmark-street for being possessed by Daiyu's ghost last night (spoilers beneath, for context i'm only at chapter 30, yes i'm aware many of you have already finished the book! this is mostly to sort my thoughts out, but feel free to look and have a chuckle if you already know the end :p)

ok so:

I'm 100% sure and was before last night's convo with denmark and ssdc that there's at least *one* person, possibly more, aiding in Mazu and Jonathan's "true spirit" tricks. These conveniently only happen on Church ground (temple in London, Chapman Farm so far), suggesting the newest buildings have mechanisms worked into their construction. With Mazu being revealed as "trained" or at the very least interested early on in magic via her uncle, this is basically confirmed in my book.

That being said, *before* the buildings were built it would have been much harder to pull convincing tricks, even with the commune being exhausted and hungry and psychologically abused at all time. This suggests the presence of at least one "magician's assistant" - oldest trick in the world is to have an accomplice in the crowd of onlookers to divert attention, or to pull strings unseen.

(Now… denmark suggested that Daiyu's body might never have been found because her death was faked and that theory is so enticing to me ngl. She appears to people so often, especially compared to the other "prophets", wouldn't this be the perfect explanation as to why? If she's alive and acting as a ghost (maybe actually believing herself to be one?), she WOULD be a very useful "magician assistant" for Mazu and Wace. Juridically untraceable, since she's officially dead, able to haunt the cult's escapees to the point they'd kill themselves by appearing at night in Chapman Farm or to stand in people's windows. It doesn't help that Mazu and Wace had a good motive to make Daiyu "disappear" - Graves's inheritance, which would have gone to Daiyu, who would have been taken by the Graves's family after the DNA test confirmed she was his child.

It does sound a tad too far-fetched for the Strike books, which are usually grounded - immediate practical questions arise such as: how would Daiyu escape notice? Maybe she lives abroad most of the time, but she'd still be recognised sooner or later. By the time the story takes place, she'd be 27 or 28, a far cry from the 7 years old girl who drowned, which is both useful to use a fake identity, but would make her ghosting harder and harder to pull as years go by… Although, the last sighting of Daiyu we hear of is in 2006-7, when Flora Brewster was sure she'd seen her after talking about the UHC to a journalist. With proper make-up and her targets being already out of her mind and scared of her, i'd say it's possible for a 17 yo Daiyu to have convincingly haunted Flora. Wasn't she described as a tall child?)

Other things:

"Pigs". I really don't think that what Mazu did to Abigail and co is what Kevin was referring to when he wrote it on his wall. He would have been what, 3 or 4 in 1995? I just think there's more to this.

(… Man-eating pigs. I've said it.)

Andersen was either one of the Aylmerton's pedophiliac crew who escaped prosecution like Coates (i'm very inclined to think so or that he was at least fine with all the "free love" going on), murdered, or both. I'm leaning both atm. He was there since the very beginning so he knew a lot, and Wace and Mazu probably found it inconvenient. I think Wace is a sadist who would greatly enjoy invoking Andersen's memory and using him in his motivational speeches (either as an example to follow or not follow, we already have two versions), knowing full well that he got rid of him.

The one person's death i believe was genuine suicide was Graves's. It would kinda cheapen the fear that Will will do the same if forcibly liberated, if it weren't.

Lin, Deirdre's child, is the kid Robin saw, which i suspect will come up soon enough (she's the right age, has blonde hair like Deirdre and "dark blue eyes" like Wace: it's a match).

I don't think Deirdre was "expelled" because she wrote she was raped by Wace in her journal. Even if she did write it, the UHC just doesn't let people go that easily. At the same time, i don't know what she could have done/seen that would convince Wace and Mazu to let her go instead of just killing her. It's not like they're not capable - Flora said she witnessed someone being killed. That would have been when she was at Chapman Farm, between 2002 and 2007. Could be either MCB (the "golden prophet") or, if she's dead, Deirdre.

Cherie's name might actually be Cheryl like Abigail thought she remembered, and it's why Strike and Robin can't find her.

Not many thoughts about Jordan-the-teenager. I think Paul will be a dead end - Sheila said "he wasn't right", so possibly mentally ill, his testimony might be useless… but might also not be (it's Strike after all, the disabled often play a crucial role). It's just that we already have so many characters testifying, i wonder if one more wouldn't make things too easy for Strike and his seems to easiest to chuck out.

#trg #trg spoilers #the running grave #cs #cormoran strike

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Nine

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You throw a punch towards Stefan, while trying to knock him to the ground. It's already the second week that you've gone out together to train. He has been a great help when it comes to helping you stay ready to face whatever comes your way. You haven't had visions since you almost died from the werewolf bite.

"Are you going easy on me or is it your age that's making you so slow, Stefan?" You say in an amused tone, mocking Stefan minutes before he tackles you to the ground.

"Who's the old man now?" Stefan asks, boasting, but then helping you up. You stand up, coming face to face with Stefan. His hot breath is so close to his face that you feel like you can smell fresh blood from his mouth.

"I let you do that so you wouldn't feel bad. I have to respect my elders." You speak seconds before giving Stefan a peck on the lips. He looks shocked at his audacity. You then kiss him again, this time with more desire. It doesn't take long for him to throw you against a tree and hold you against it.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Stefan says as he takes off your shirt fiercely. You like the way he treats you.

"So why did you kill me?" You say, feeling a horrible pain in your chest and seeing a stake right through your heart. You see blood everywhere and Stefan's hands are dirty with your blood.

You then wake up scared, from the most realistic nightmare you've ever had. You're actually lying in Stefan's bed. You remember that since the day you were hurt by Damon, Stefan took you into his room. Until you had this nightmare, you felt safe with Stefan. But it seems like that was a mistake on your part, because if this nightmare was like the visions you had, Stefan has something to do with your death. You get up, heading to Stefan's bathroom. You fill the bathtub to take a shower, after the nightmare you had, a relaxing bath will be helpful.

"Do you need company?" Damon says stopping in front of the bathroom door. You're already in the bathtub when he arrives.

"Yes, do you want to call your brother for me?" You speak using the most acidic tone to reach Damon's ridiculous ego.

"He's hunting right now. Some poor rabbit must be having his last few seconds alive while we're actually talking." Damon makes fun of Stefan. You roll your eyes at Damon and decide ignore Damon's presence. You take the soap and gently rub it over your body as if trying to tease Damon.

"Are you going to watch me or are you going to leave?" You ask touching yourself gently. Damon looks at you all analyzing you.

"When we were dating, you always took risks to try to save me from something. You almost died when trying to stop your hunter clan from getting me. When you died, I promised that I would do everything in my power to stop you from putting yourself at risk for me." Damon he vents approaching you. He is currently on his knees at the bathtub. His eyes are locked on you, as he walks closer, lightly touching your arm.

"Is this supposed to be an apology or do you just want to make small talk?" You ask, staring at Damon.

"It's supposed to be a warning. Hurting you is much better than losing you again. If you don't like what I'm capable of doing to keep you alive, you can stay away from me but I won't stop doing what I think is right." Damon responds with sincerity in his eyes, however, you find this apology very weak.

"If you expect me to fall into your arms after that ridiculous excuse to justify your cruelty, you definitely don't know me. Now, when you leave, close the door. It's very cold in here." You say dismissing Damon. No matter how much your heart wants him around, you can't forgive him easily. Maybe it's better this way.

"If the price I have to pay for your survival is your indifference, you can spend eternity hating me." Damon says, seconds before walking out the door impatiently.

#damon x reader #spotify #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #tvd angst #tvd smut #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #Spotify

[biscof]

In honour of the new book announcement here is an old (kev)Jerejean thing I wrote

Now I am always a lover of Kevjerejean in a happy relationship buttttttt I also love the idea that Jerejean get together after Jean joins the Trojans but whenever Jean sees Kevin he can’t help but look at him and remember everything the were to each other. Now their relationship was not truly a committed relationship in any way. Kevin was never his boyfriend. But their relationship was at one point so strong that Jean in the back of his mind could not think about being around anyone else in the way he was with Kevin. They had a trust built on shared abuse. A connection forged with the restless nights spent patching each other up or simply sitting together unable to rest in fear of being defenceless. Every time Jean sees Kevin he can’t help but miss that time, that connection , that partnership. Jean knows that that part of his life is long over and he is so thankful for it, but occasionally when Jean smiles at a joke his teammates made or when he gets to wear an outfit he picked outside of the red and black colour scheme of the Ravins, Jean wishes, deep down that Kevin was there to see it. Without any doubt in his mind Jean is still mad at Kevin for what he did. Leaving Jean alone to face Riko’s wrath. Abandoning him to go live his happy life with a father, friends, and smiles he could never imagine for himself. But now that Jean is free form The Nest he deep down knows why Kevin did it. Why he left at the first opportunity. He knows and understands and forgives. With that forgiveness came the want. The want to see this version of Kevin and to know him. Jean wants to see Kevin smile, laugh, be at ease, and not worried that behind the next corner will be a fist, cane, or knife.

Jean misses Kevin, but then there’s Jeremy. Jeremy who welcomed him with open arms to the Trojans. Jeremy who wasn’t pushed away by Jeans rudeness but instead taught him that yelling and orders were not the only way of communication. Jeremy was the pinnacle of the sunny California bro, with his bright eyes and blond hair, his face perpetually tan and freaked, forever plastered with a smile. Jean had no chance of not falling for this sunny boy.

It all began with the first time they met. Jean still bed bound, covered in cuts and bruised to hell. Jeremy is kind and gentle but not pitying. Every time someone sees Jean they react with incessant reptitition of “are you alright” or “is there anything i can do for you.” But not Jeremy. Jeremy just sits there and talk to Jean like he doesn’t look like he got hit by a car. For whatever reason, the presence of this smiling sunshine man allows Jean to take his first deep breath in weeks.

As time goes on the Trojans become home for Jean. The locker room is no longer a scary place, the court no longer life or death. Jean, for the first time in over ten years, has a home. A home, with Jeremy Knox at a team he has begun to trust. That trust is why the quiet moment in his bed when Jeremy asks to kiss him for the first time he against all odds says yes. With that first kiss Jean unknowingly begins the next chapter of his life. A time where a warm embrace, echoing laughter, and genuine friendship are second nature. With this new found life Jean is able to do something he never before thought possible, he calls Kevin. The road to reconciliation isn’t easy but after a couple years of hard work, many extensive talks with Jeremy, and mutual respect for each others experiences Jean can confidently say that Kevin is once more one of the most important people in his life.

and hey if Jean and Jeremy invite Kevin over for a “sleepover” every once and a while that’s no one’s business but theirs thank you very much

#ahhhhhhh I’m so excited #jerejean #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #the sunshine court #tsc #kevjean #kevjerejean