#barely makes sense

[babygoatnathaniel]

Chapter 1 of Doll

Marc P.O.V

‘Me and Nathaniel were in my room working on our latest comic. I was writing and he was watching me in silence. Neither of us really liked talking while making the comics other than giving the other some ideas. It was nice, to have someone who understands me and enjoys being my friend. Friend. I loved being Nathaniel's friend but I want to be more. I want to be his boyfriend. But I doubt he likes me. I am just a stupid shy writer after all with no social skills. These degrading thoughts! They haunt me even when I am happy. Years ago before I met Nathaniel I was bullied severely and had depression thanks to my bully. I think her name was Iris or something. She made up lies about me and poked and prodded at me being gay and gender fluid. I slipped in and out of suicide during those years but even now I sometimes have depressed thoughts but I'm better ever since Iris disappeared. I realized I must have been spacing out because Nathaniel was calling my name, shaking my slightly, and holding my hands. 

"Marc!" He called my name. "Yes?" I asked. "You were spaced out for like thirty minutes." He told me, calmer now. "Sorry Nathaniel..." I mumble. "I guess I just got a little distracted with thoughts." I add. He smiles at me. "It's fine. Maybe we should take a break though?" He suggested. He was always so kind to me no matter what. I loved being that about him. He was always so kind. "Here, how about you run get some water and food for you and I'll start drawing some basic designs for what you wrote." He smiled at me. I nodded and left the room. He was such a caring person! I couldn't help but love him. I went to my kitchen and filled up two cups of water, one for me and one for Nathaniel. My parents are currently out of town for like a week to a month. They often have to go on business trips and I'm fine with that. More time for me and Nathaniel to ourselves. I also make us peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwiches. (A/N: If you haven't tried them I recommend you do. They are good.) After that I head back to my room to Nathaniel gone and my doll of him out. Yes I have a doll of mine Nathaniel that I had begged Marinette to make me like two months ago. She teases me but never questioned it. I bet she has a doll of Adrien somewhere. It's not creepy. I hope. 

Nathaniel P.O.V

I watched Marc write before he froze. I looked at him waiting for him to continue for like five minutes before I realized he had spaced out again. I sighed. He often does this so I know he is overthinking something and won't hear, see, or feel the things I do or say for a bit unless I snap him out. "Marc, I love you and you mean the world to me." I tell him like I do every time he spaces out. I'm used to it and the first time he did this I accidentally confessed and he never said anything about it so I started to confess my feelings every time he spaces out, practicing how I would when I finally build up enough courage since he probably didn't like me anyways. My parents always taught me the world doesn't want to see a man in love with another man so I tried to hide my feelings even after I fell in love. But it was unmistakable, I am in love with Marc. Like sure often the comics we wrote together with his script ideas had at least one gay character or couple. But still, that doesn't mean he is gay. Right? I mean neither of us really talked about our sexuality and identity so yea. Anyways like thirty minutes after he spaced out I started shaking him gently and holding his hand and calling his name. 

"Marc!" I called. He snapped out. "Yes?" He asked me. His big round innocent green eyes were so cute. "You were spaced out for like thirty minutes." I calmly told him. "Sorry Nathaniel... I guess I got a little distracted with thoughts." He mumbled. I smiled at him. He was adorable. "It's fine. Maybe we should take a break though?" I asked. I wanted to make sure the love of my life was fine. "Here, how about you run get some water and food for you and I'll start drawing basic designs for what you wrote." I told him with a smile. He nodded and left the room. He was so sweet and deserved the best. I only wish I could be that best sometimes. But I know I'm nowhere near what he deserves. I am quick to temper, act on impulse, lie all the time even if it's never to him, and so much more. I start to draw some quick sketches based off his writing when a zap of light came through Marc's window, not breaking it, and hit me. I closed my eyes quickly but found they became forced open. I felt weird... strange. Everything looked bigger. Then Marc, who also was a lot bigger, walked in. It was as if I had shrank or something. He looked at me weirdly and looked around. "What's this doing out?" He spoke aloud, picking me up. What did he mean? "I thought I put my Nathaniel Doll up?" He wondered aloud. Hold up, back up. 1. He had a doll of me? That's so cute and maybe a bit creepy but I don't really care. 2. IM A DOLL WHAT? Marc then set me on his bed then looked around. "I guess Nathaniel left." He sighed sadly. I felt so bad for him but I couldn't talk or move. Only stare as Marc cried. I wish I could comfort him but I couldn't even move. Besides, it would scare him if a doll of me started moving and talking. Poor baby. He picked me back up and hugged me tight as he cried. If I wasn't a doll I would be blushing like there was no tomorrow but I can't blush at the moment. Damn. Marc held me close to him and sobbed. "Why did Nathaniel leave?" He whispered. I felt bad.’

Okay what do you think? Somewhere on my pf the link to the book is posted. Nine chapters are currently out and uh yea. This may be the worst thing you have ever seen it may be the best idk. The timeline is very inconsistent and makes little to no sense half the time. But that’s what AUs are for, making no sense!

[niinnyu]

Revenge is best served with friends helping you.

[tillydouspart]

mannerisms

[ravmycupine]

Vampire will feyt me! I trusted u to protect Ford!! but you did not! 🧛🧛 . . .

BONUS AFTERMATH

Specifically based off of @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's Venus Vampire Trap Stan its so good go read all of it

[seagiri]

gravel

[twinkle-art]

something unsaid caught in your throat

[paimt]

its just supervised phone calls like

in the wise words of stan himself: give me money

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism

[minaharkers]

imagine being loved by me.

talk - hozier

[sootnuki]

sam & max (ft. hatsune miku)

[the-fatal-impact]

There would be two manwhores, but Sanji can cook...

[mosskissed]

best friend shidou, who is a complete and total nuisance any time he goes out with you and your other friends — hovering around you like a shark, baring his teeth and scaring off anyone who shows any sign of interest in you. you've officially gone and invited the world's greatest cockblock out, and the best part?

you've never even realised it until tonight.

("dance with us," you begged your friend from work, tugging on her hands when she looked content to stay seated in the booth with the rest of your coworkers.

she snorted and glanced over your shoulder, no doubt at where shidou was lingering while he waited for you. "i'm nowhere near drunk enough to third wheel you and your guard dog; i was half-expecting him to start humping your leg in the middle of the club last month. do us all a favour and bang it out already, would ya?")

you hadn't taken her seriously at the time, scrunching your nose up at her words but letting shidou pull you away to a spot near the corner of the dance floor. even then, her remark only echoes in your mind a while later when a guy tries to dance with you.

he's cute, entirely your type — but you never get to give him a proper chance. you're jerked backwards when shidou curls a toned arm around your waist, anchoring you in so you're left pinned against him with just enough wiggle room to keep swaying your hips to the beat of whatever song is playing.

you've never been bothered by how clingy he is; it's hard to be put off by that stuff when you've grown up sharing single beds together on sleepovers. but the way his arm tightens around you? and the way he snarls at the guy to fuck off? this is definitely something that needs to be nipped, you think to yourself when he only backs off once the other guy has walked away.

maybe this is on you for never taking him seriously. shidou's always been possessive, from toys to favourite characters to you, he's never been great at sharing. somewhere along the way, you must've learned to turn a blind eye to it, and now you've landed a best friend who can't let anyone else so much as look at you.

your parents did always gush that you'd make a perfect couple when you grew up. you'd never really thought about it past the rush of embarrassment it filled you with; it sounded so gross to you as a kid, even though shidou would just grin at you every time he heard it.

he still smiles at you like that now, sometimes. it never fails to make your stomach flip, inexplicably nervous.

years of hearing stuff like that must've filled him with some strange sense of ownership over you, but whatever claim he thinks he has on you needs to be stopped now before it becomes a genuine problem somewhere down the line.

your decision is made for you when you witness another guy smile at you, making as if to approach before catching sight of shidou and whatever face he's pulling behind you back at him. you sigh mournfully at the 180 he does, tactfully withdrawing into the crowd.

you grit your teeth before turning to face shidou, resenting the way he has to bend down to get close enough to hear you. "you've gotta quit it," you say flatly.

he doesn't waste a second. "quit what?" you can see the way he's biting down on the inside of his cheek to try and smother a smile before it can show, head tilted in faux-innocence.

you frown, only growing more frustrated when he smooths the crease between your eyebrows out with his thumb, clearly not taking you seriously. "you’re scaring everyone away from me! i wanna go home with someone tonight, ryu—"

whatever you're about to say next is silenced at the way he looks at you. it's scathing, his face twisting in a way that suggests you've just said something incredibly dumb. "... i'm not stopping you."

"you're so annoying!" you're full-on scowling now, aggravated at him playing innocent when you've personally witnessed him intimidate two different men away in a 5 minute timespan. "what do you mean you aren't stopping me? you won't let anybody come near me!"

he's straight up grinning at this point, all teeth, and you know now that this conversation isn't going to achieve anything tonight. you huff and step back, ready to just call the night a bust and head home for the night.

you're stopped by shidou grabbing your hips tightly through your dress, palms burning hot through the fabric while his fingers dig in tight enough to bruise, pulling you in close until you're flush against him.

you're too busy trying to regain your footing to notice it right away, but then he pushes his hips forward purposefully and you feel it — the unmistakeable feeling of his cock, hard against your stomach.

you freeze like a deer in headlights, eyes darting straight up to see what he's trying to pull. this close, you can see how long his eyelashes are, the dizzying scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of sweat slowing your brain. it felt big, you think helplessly to yourself, rubbing your thighs together absentmindedly. since when has your best friend been packing?

"i told ya, i'm not stopping you from going home with someone tonight," he shrugs. a filthy grin splits his face when lets one of his hands drift from your waist to your ass, palming a greedy handful and pressing you against him firmer — and god, did you just feel his cock twitch? "but if you even think about taking some loser back to your place instead of me, i'm not responsible for what happens to 'em."

[birdmans]

I met a traveller from an antique land,

Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

OZYMANDIAS, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Linecook!Art staying after the place closes with reader and cooking the both of them a little dinner, eating on the steel countertops in the kitchen under the industrial lights, drinking wine that one of them brought over, talking a little more than they usually do...

the only sound left in the diner is the click of the lock, the overhead lights long since turned off, just a strip of light coming from the kitchen as art finishes his closing shift.

'doll?' he calls, 'where you hiding?'

you giggle, the rush of trespassing finally sinking in. 'i'm here.'

art holds out his arms like a zombie, moving slowly through the diner and groaning for additional effect, till his muscly arms wrap around yours and pull you close, as you let out a squeal of delight, giggles never ceasing.

'found you' he murmurs into your hair with a cheeky grin, resting his chin atop yours as the two of you sway slowly in the darkness. intertwining his calloused fingertips with yours, art stepped back, outstretching his arm so he could reach out and kick the jukebox crumpled in the corner, which jolted, coming to life and starting to play some 60's romance song.

you gasp in surprise, smile stretching from ear to ear as art spins you back into his chest, 'i thought that thing was a goner' you shake your head in disbelief, 'god knows how many times i've had to tell kids off for wrestling with it'. you frown at the memories, anger resurfacing.

'you know i think it's super hot when you get mad' art teases, his palms rubbing up and down your arms as he smirks deliciously. you wrinkle your nose, 'seriously, weirdo?' and he laughs, a proper bellowing laugh that makes his chest vibrate against yours.

'seriously.' he says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, 'your face gets all flushed and you get all indignant and huffy.' his smirk only widens when he notices your expression, 'like you're doing right now. face it doll, i think you're hot.' he purrs all sultry.

'i'm shocked.' you reply, deadpan. 'the dozens of times i've been back to your place gave me no hints whatsoever.' you shrug your shoulders.

'oh really?' his laugh reverberates around the empty diner again, echoing. 'no hints at all?' art beamed as his hands slid down to palm your ass.

you shake your head, doe-eyed as you feign ignorance. 'i was beginning to think you hated me.' the jukebox had started to skip, out of sequence lyrics fading into the background as the two of you stared at each other, swaying still across the diner.

'hated you?' he whispered, those two words reverential in his mouth as he slowly lifted you up, and you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his belt buckle press against your thighs.

'hmm hated you?' he repeated as if musing on the idea, kissing you again adoringly, and you squeezed tighter as he carefully walked backwards towards the kitchen.

'you'll drop me!' you squeak as the kiss breaks. 'will i?' he grunts playfully as he hoists you higher and you scream, gripping onto him like you'll fall off a cliff if you let go.

'what? a guy can't show off?' art teases, taking one arm off you just to flex his muscles and you screech, squeezing even tighter, 'stop it-'.

'baby- baby- i can't breathe-' he splutters as you, arm coming back to hold you again. 'you're such a scaredy cat' he laughs breathlessly as he deposits you unceremoniously on the steel countertops. 'no, you're just an asshole.' you pout, eyes narrowed.

'oh it's like that tonight, huh?' art chuckles, kissing at your jawline, trying to get you to crack. 'maybe.' you grumble as his kisses grow more feverish, 'mmm...' art's smirk makes his teeth brush against your cheek and you shiver, 'c'mon doll, don't you wanna know why we're still here?'

you blink, as if it's just occuring to you. 'why are we still here?' 'oh, now she's interested.' art teases, flicking your nose and you stick your tongue out at him childishly.

'tonight madam, you're going to have the most romantic night of your life.' he says in a terrible snooty french accent and you have to laugh, which only spurs him on, 'after your romantic dance with a very handsome fellow, the chef will prepare your favourite, pasta on a bed of tomato sauce and fresh meatballs followed by delicate chocolatey squares.'

'so it's spaghetti and brownies? you're making me spaghetti and brownies.' you smile joyfully, flattered that he knew your favourites. he nods mock sagely, 'yes madam.'

'and we couldn't do this at your place because....?' you tilt your head to the side, 'because! my place does not have half as good cookers and...ingredients are expensive' he says casually, brandishing a packet of pasta and you press a quick kiss to his lips. 'thank you, monsieur.' and you don't miss the slight blush on his cheeks.

opening the wine fridge, art pulls out a bottle of red, 'and for the lady?' he holds it out to you and you snigger, nodding, 'why not?' is your reply as you reach for a glass, your fingers enclosing around the stem.

he pours with practice, the alcohol swirling round the glass that it almost looks like a shot from an ad campaign. you take a sip and your eyes widen with delight, 'why are we selling this to customers? we gotta keep this to ourselves, it's delicious '

art barks out a laugh as he takes a sip from his own glass, 'something tells me that'll be a hard sell for the manager.' you swat at him playfully, his laughter continuing as he dodges you downing the remainder of your glass and pouring another, lacking his earned gracefulness.

for a while, the only sounds in the kitchen comes from the crackling of the flames as art boils the pasta, and the knife hitting the chopping board as he dices onions. you watch him with soft intrigue, he's so different when he's cooking, the cockiness melts away from him and he's more measured, and yet free.

'alright...i'll bite.' you half-slur, second glass of wine nearly done. 'why are you here?'

art shot you a look of confusion before turning back to the pot, 'what do you mean, doll?'

you let out a small groan, 'i mean...you like cooking, you're not some old creep or a teen who's always out drinking and just wants money, why are you a line cook in a shitty diner?'

art's sigh is disguised by the sound of meat sizzling as it hits the grill, 'um...i didn't get into culinary school.' there's a long pause but you don't say anything in response. 'so...i scrounged around, got this job, got my apartment and never left i guess.' his voice is smaller than you're used to, an ache in his voice that suggests a wound that hasn't healed.

'i'm sorry, i didn't know.' you reply quietly, staring a little too intently at the countertop like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

'why would you, doll?' art says in an attempt at lightness but it feels forced. 'i don't like to talk about it.'

the words hang in the air for a while before he continues, 'you next, why are you a server in a shitty diner?'

you shrug, 'i needed a job.' you sip your wine as you think it over, 'i dropped out of college and i'd never been a server before so why not?'

'why not?' art echoed with a chuckle as he shoved a tray of brownies in the oven.

'what's so funny about that?' you frown slightly, reaching for the bottle of wine again.

'you dropped out of college for why not?' his brow furrowed, tone strangely firm.

'no! i dropped out of college because i hated my course, and the people, and the lecturers, and the accomodation, and the workload and-' you reply briskly, a challenge in your eyes.

'yeah okay i get the picture doll.' art cuts you off with a raised palm, 'there's not enough jobs for graduates, let alone dropouts' the haughtiness in your voice shocks you, like he'd personally offended you.

'all i'm saying is...' art murmurs as he slides a plate across the countertop towards you, 'plenty of people would've killed to go to school.'

'well i'm not one of them' you snap, affronted. 'okay doll.' he comes round and slots himself between your legs, cupping your face with his calloused hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 'now will you try the pasta?'

you relent as art reaches for your dish, twirling spaghetti round the fork and bringing it to your lips, which you part, letting him feed you tenderly. 'do you need me to get you to chew too?' he teases, hand moving to your jaw. you shoot him a playful glare as you chew and then swallow, eyes lighting up. 'holy shit'

art perks up like a puppy, 'it's good?' his voice hopeful as he reaches for his own plate.

'so good' you say eagerly, going in for another forkful, 'it tastes just like my grandfather's, how did you know?' you squeak with delight, mouth half full.

art smiled, a proper rare true smile, before winking at you. 'i'm just that good doll'

'oh you are' you insist adoringly, 'culinary school is missing out.'

art's smile softened slightly but didn't dim. 'thanks baby.'

after a beat, you're eyeing your plate as an idea starts to form. 'i've always wanted to try this.' art's brow furrows as you pick up a spaghetti noodle with your fork. 'bite that end'.

art sniggers, 'doll, that's a movie- it won't work-' 'bite. it.' you hiss warningly, art rolls his eyes and begrudingly takes the noodle end in his mouth, looking every bit as stupid as he knew he would.

gingerly, you place the other end of the noodle in your mouth and start to suck, art mimics you and the two of you get closer and closer to his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, mouth parted as you swallow the remainder of the noodle before your tongue collides with his. art groans in pleasure, pressing harder against your body between as your fingers tangle in his hair. the kiss grows more feverish, his arms around your waist before the oven beeps and he breaks away, breathless.

'happy now, doll? got your moviestar kiss?' he pants teasingly as he pulls the brownies out.

'very happy' you grin cheesily, your legs swinging off the counter as he takes the empty pasta dishes aside.

'i'm not feeding you a brownie. no way.' art says with joking firmness as he hands you a plated brownie.

'yes boss' you reply jokingly, teeth sinking into the dessert and your eyes light up again, 'it's the perfect texture! just how like it, cakey but not-'

'raw.' art finishes for you, smirking. 'i know.'

you blush, own smile widening. 'stop that.' you devour the rest of the brownie in seconds like it'll disappear if you don't and art has to hide his laugh.

'you've got a little...' his voice is barely a whisper as he reaches out and brushes a crumb from your lip tenderly. in that moment, you could really see his eyes, the grey flecks amongst the green, how they softened when they looked at you.

'thank you' is your breathless reply, lips parting as his thumb pushes between them, tip of your tongue taking the crumb off the pad of his digit and swallowing it, not wanting to waste a morsel of this delicacy.

you're not sure how long the two of you stay like that, staring at each other like long lost lovers reuniting, but the screech of the jukebox sends reality careening back towards you both. 'jesus christ' you jump, startled. 'blasted thing' cursed art under his breath, 'whole place is haunted, i'm telling ya.'

'i wouldn't be surprised.' you shudder at the thought as he helps you off the counter, 'we should get out of here then. i'll drive you home' he offers kindly and you nod, watching as he gives the jukebox a kick for good measure before leading you out and locking the diner door.

the next morning, you roll over in bed and check the work groupchat, 'hey! who closed last night? i don't remember seeing spaghetti and brownies on the menu!'

taglist: @gibsongirrl @glassmermaids @destinedtobegigi @blastzachilles @femme-lusts @glennussy @cha11engers @stanart4clearskin @artstennisracket @pittsick

[sanjarka]

i'm gonna go yell her so ignore me but i really wouldn't even describe peeta as soft or overtly emotional, especially not more emotional than katniss. this guy cries twice in the whole trilogy (please correct if im wrong but it's after the reaping and during the if it weren't for the baby speach), he can tell katniss sweet loving lines but he isn't calling her to hold him after a nightmare. he actually has a tendency to close off emotionally (on the train, before the quell). his mother gives him a bruise and he doesn't cry. is he more self aware than katniss? is he more aware of his feelings than she is? yes, but that isn't the same thing as being emotionally open and vulnerable. so he isn't open, he just understans what needs to get done in order to appear like that. easy going and mild.

[tinmate]

It’s so important to me that the Foxes annoy Kevin.

Like the poor boy had no friends on his team and throughout his childhood. The only people he loved and cared about after his mom were

Jean, who he had to watch be and beaten and tortured and abused until the fight went out of him and then until he tried to kill himself and then be tortured again for failing to die and at least Kevin was a pet, Jean just a toy to be broken and taken away and used and discarded.

And Riko who abused him and manipulated him and took pleasure in beating him down while acting like they were closer than friends, actual brothers.

The Master who is so horrible that Kevin barely even speaks of him.

And then he’s treated as this godlike son of Exy by the public. Aside from Jeremy, it seems like the other teams aren’t even immune. He’s not a college athlete, he’s this unfathomable celebrity.

And then the Foxes are just SO unimpressed and actively annoyed with him. They bicker and tease but there’s no bite. Not like the Ravens. They drag him along on their fun excursions at knife point because it’s important that he’s there with them. They force him to have fun and ride horses and hike in the mountains while also respecting his skills on the court. They stock their home with cheese and candy bars and make him eat ice cream at crap diners and go dancing in clubs. And not all of it is healthy, Kevin’s self medicating with vodka for sure, and the behavior of the monsters is dubious at best especially in the first book, but they bring him along because they want him there. Not Kevin Day: Rising star of Exy. They want Kevin Day: Mega Nerd.

The Ravens hurt and tore each other apart in any way they could, nothing but venom and malice behind their words. Nicky calls him a brat and the in the affectionate ton calls him family. Kevin and Jean’s sexualities were used against them, another item for Riko’s amusement, the Ravens have hate sex more than actual care. Allison is visibly disgusted at the thought of hooking up and no one pushes it beyond characteristic teasing

Andrew is chronically annoyed with Kevin but follows him everywhere like a goalkeeper shaped safety blanket because years of the Nest leave Kevin anxious when alone. He’s capable of the same violence as the other Ravens but he never actually hurts Kevin until the last book. He gives Kevin his pills and his game and his house and his family and his trust but not his respect. Not always. It’s the same brutal healing he gave Matt.

Allison calls his tattoo, a number forced on him since childhood, a tramp stamp. Riko would kill him for removing it but the Foxes basically riot with happiness when he changes it.

Kevin was locked in the Nest, monitored at every move, watched and betrayed and even when he was able to leave, was shackled to Riko and Ichirou and forced to lie and perform while hurting. Wymack gives him keys to the court, to his home. Abby opens up her home for him to stay at over the holidays. Andrew and Aaron and Nicky bring him into their home and their favorite restaurant and club.

Do you think Kevin’s ever afraid of turning into Riko or Ichirou? We know Jean struggles with Raven impulses, especially when teaching. Do you think Kevin ever looked at tiny, fierce, stupid, stubborn Neil Josten and was afraid he’d hurt him on instinct? Do you think he was crushed by the honor of knowing that, in Nathaniel’s last days alive, he still wanted Kevin to train him?

No one could ever speak out against Riko, Kevin could never truly be himself. Everyone speaks out against Riko, Neil actively sasses the press.

Everyone teases Kevin and rolls their eyes and pushes his buttons while holding him close

And then, the one time true violence is turned against him by a teammate it’s in defense of Neil and immediately three other teammates intervene. They all platonically share a room because they’re so worried about Neil when he comes back. They’re angry and upset with Kevin but Andrew threatens him at knife point to go on vacation with them. They hear about the ugly truth of Kevin’s life and again and again and band around him every time. They treat him like a person, like a teammate, like family.

It’s important to me that they, like the fandom, think Kevin is a little bit of a diva and that they tell him that to his face. That they think he’s a nerd but let him ramble.

They call Neil his “mini me” and they all love Neil so much. I hope Kevin sees how they treat Neil who’s equally obsessive, equally intense, equally traumatized, equally as tied to gangsters and realizes that they love him too. That the insults and teasing are a love language

Idk man, just Kevin being treated like a person. This big burning star getting vetoed on a candy drawer and receiving his teammate's playful horror to his media personality because that is NOT our boy and being accepted for exactly who he is: a person who’s allowed to be imperfect and dramatic and safe to tease about it.