#i love you kevin bby

[simonsaysletsgo]

How does literally everyone have a complicated and obsessive relationship with Kevin Day??? What is going on here???

[berryliciousjam]

💐Biggest Fan and Biggest Star💐

Me and @/AngurrSkurrr from Twitter collabed on this piece: We made individual sketches, then he did the refinement of sketches and lineart, while I did the color, rendering and final touches💖. Do follow my boyfriend if you have the time btw! >:3c. Hope yall love it and thank you 🫶💐

Fun Fact: This was conceptualized on our first day of hyperfixating on the ship so we are relieved that we finished this. 👍💗

[diivineray]

I’m crying at this cuz the only reason we got Kevin is cuz if it was break it would look weird cuz his left eye is gONE.

[japhoriaa]

# MILES' HEART.

( title is literally based off of "kevins heart." 1 of my fav songs.) , (alsooo, in honor of the last few days of hispanic heritage month, enjoy an afro latina reader!!)

: ̗̀➛ mmm ionk, read n find outt!

PAIRING : e!1610miles x afrolatina!reader .

GENRE : i honestly have nooo idea.

WARNING : a lil cussin .. and whatever else. -- no damn proofread bby. (i really hope my spanish isnt horrid. i will sob.)

you and miles strolled down the streets of brooklyn, new york in silence. nothing but the sounds of busy traffic breaking the on-going silent treatment you were giving him.

-- "man, wassup witchu?" he spat. you could basically hear the annoyed tone through his thick brooklyn accent.

you muttered out a - "nothin." as you continued what was supposed to be "silent treatment." whilst scrolling through your tiktok feed -- one airpod in, with your knotless braids pulled into a bun.

"mmtch, dont 'nothin' me. obviamente algo anda mal." he spoke; looking at you for a split second, walking closest to the road-- with you walking closest to the passing deli's.

you loved- no. adored that he knew the sidewalk rule.

but was this the time for allat lovey, dovey shit? no. you were supposed to be mad at this nigga!

"aparentemente." you mumbled, not paying him any mind. a moment of silence followed with your statement as you two walked.

the laces of miles' jordans slapping against his shoes. always wearing his damn shoes untied, what a dumb habit. but that made miles, miles.

"look baby, im sorry- ok? for whatever i did to piss you off, i dont know what i did to actually make you mad at me, but lo sé, lo siento mi corazón."

a small smile made itself a home on your lips as he apologized. thats all you really wanted to hear, especially giving that your last failed relationships barely knew how to give you a compliment.

"mm.. its ok.." you said as you fidgeted with the bracelets on your arm.

"Te amo, lo siento otra vez." he spoke; looking back over at you with that dumb smile on his face.

"mhm, yo también te amo miles." you said, looking over at him also.

[ladylooch]

Bby I know you’re dying for him so this is your sign to do a Kevin blurb 😌💅🏻

-🍻

You know me so well 😘

“Are you ready?” Kevin whispers into my ear as the arena goes dark. The crowd cheers. I can barely breathe as I shiver against his chest. 

“Yes!” I scream. “Wooooo!” 

Kevin’s hands go to my hips as I bounce up and down. 

“We moved to a place with a view off of 8th avenue.” Kelsea Ballerini sings into her microphone. I close my eyes, practically fainting from excitement at how overwhelmed I am at finally being here to see her in person. The tickets are amazing. We are front and center as she sits in front of the microphone to scream out her healed version of Penthouse. 

“I kissed someone new last night and now I don’t care where you’re sleeping baby!” I yell out, hands in the air as I belt the lyrics that quite literally changed my whole world.

I never thought I would love again; Kelsea, and Kevin Fiala, made me believe.

It all came to a head the night I kissed Kevin for the first time. I was cannon balling back into the dating scene with a professional athlete after a horrible break up with my narcissistic ex. When Kevin’s lips hit mine, I knew exactly what Kelsea was singing about. I didn’t care- about how he ran off with someone else or how he was engaged 6 months after. Or how he was about to have his first baby and live the things we dreamed about with someone else.

Because I had me.

And then I had Kevin too.

I feel Kevin’s lips press to the back of my neck. Then I turn in his arms, tugging his lips down onto me. My tongue shoves into his mouth as the final cords of Penthouse are drowned out by the cheering crowd. My fingerprints press into the back of his neck. His hands slide down into the back pockets of my jeans to hold me tight. We pull apart for air, noses touching. I open my eyes, staring back into his.

He knows what this song means to me. It’s why he surprised me with tickets this morning.

“I wanted you all along.” I murmur, replacing Kelsea’s lyrics with a little twist just for him.

“Love you.” He kisses me again, then turns me back towards the stage so I stop missing the concert I’ve been obsessing about 

Lucky me, either way I turn, I get a show. 

We leave the concert late. I’m floating on cloud nine when Kevin asks if I want a late-night stop at In N Out burger. We take our food to go, stuffing our faces no the beach close to our place, listening to the waves roll in from the inky ocean. 

“Did you have fun tonight, baby?” He asks as he tossed his used burger wrapper into the bag. He moves it from between us, sliding me over the blanket to be in his lap.

“Yeah. Thank you again. You’re so good to me.” I stroke along his stubble then move up to tug at his mustache a bit. “ You know how you could make the night better?”

“I’m not shaving this.” He chuckles. “Me and the boys have a good thing going right now. It’s for the team, baby.” His mustache phase has been infused into the other Europeans on the Kings as well as his friend group back home in Switzerland. 

“No… I was thinking you could use that somewhere tonight.” He cocks his head to the side, huge grin brightening up the dark night. 

“Are you coming around?”

“Maybe…” I murmur against his mouth. The hairs in question twitch against my upper lip, which induces a moan from me as I remember where he tickled me yesterday morning. “Just a little taste though…” I whisper, letting my breath swirl into his mouth. He sighs heavily, gripping my hips as I rock him into an excited state. “Then I’ll have a little taste…” He closes his eyes as I press our lips together again. I watch as his features soften with desire under me. “Then you’ll take me so hard I can’t get out of bed tomorrow.”

“Then I do it all over again?”

“Yeah.” I giggle. “It’s our way.” 

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” He asks as I pull away, resting my forearms on his shoulders, hands hanging behind him.

“Not nearly enough.”

“Well, I can’t really say it enough. Kinda just gotta show you.”

“Take me home, Kev.” 

He lifts me easily, carrying me back to the car as I take our trash in my hand. The breeze rolls in off the ocean, dancing my stray brown hairs along my face. My soft smile plumps my lips on Kevin’s shoulder. I close my eyes, recognizing for the millionth time, how ridiculously happy I am with him.

I never thought I could be in this place again.

I just hadn’t found my home yet.

[milkybonya]

dandelions ☆ kevin moon

order 064, @sunoo-bby : large coconut milk tea with regular tapioca pearls and coconut jelly for tbz Kevin (song is dandelions by ruth b)

#: friends to lovers! , barista!Kevin x (gn)bestie reader, inspired by dandelions by ruth b

[💌: imagining this as the alternate universe of mug and spoon where its reader x bestie Kevin barista instead of x Sangyeon hehe p.s. i tried my best to incorporate many lovey dovey moments like in the song >_<]

you swung open the starbucks door, accidentally having pushed it so hard that it hit the trash can on the side.

the sound of the door hitting the trash can. it was like Kevin's custom ringtone for your arrival. as soon as he heard it, he knew he'd look up and find you bounding towards him asking for--

"heyo Kevo can i get my usual order!" you said with a grin, leaning against the front counter.

he sighed and shook his head.

"coming right up," he said, purposely sounding like he was annoyingly groaning at you. really, he was trying to hide his smile as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. it had been so slow at work and he couldn't be happier to see you. his heart raced and he was sweating slightly. he couldn't look at you for too long, as though you were too bright like the sun.

meanwhile, you watched his hands carefully steam the milk and put the rest of your drink together. the way he was so relaxed while doing a task (that you would probably mess up so fast because you had no clue how to do it) made you want to just... kiss him. well... as normal friends do, right?

before you knew it, your drink was ready.

"thanks, Kev," you said, taking a sip right away.

"you gotta stop calling me abbreviations of Kevin, y/n," he said with a grin. secretly, he loved it. he loved when you called his name, no matter which version of it it was.

"you gotta stop being such a loser," you threw back, watching him scoff.

"says you!"

you dodged your head as he threw a plastic cup lid at you. then, he left the counter completely, chasing after you and leaving the few customers in there watching the two of you in awe.

"come back! you can't get away with butchering my name!" he yelled.

in that moment, Kevin's manager walked out the back.

"Kevin, can you save your play-fighting for later? at least try to act professional," Younghoon said, trying to hide his laughter.

he found the way Kevin brightened and loosened up when you walked in so endearing.

"hey, y/n!" he said to you.

"oh, hi Younghoon! i'm sorry but Kevin started it," you explained, earning you a light push from Kevin.

"i believe you. we should hire you instead of him," Younghoon joked.

Kevin went back around the counter, wiping down one of the machines while he listened to you.

"your shift ends at 6, right? do you wanna have a movie night together?" you asked.

"at your place, with all the others?" he asked, somewhat sadly.

you hesitated before replying, "no, just us."

Kevin's ears perked up as he heard the last two words. of course, he adored your little friend group. Haknyeon, Sunwoo, Chanhee, yourself, and Kevin were the most fun group to be around. yet, lately he had found himself wanting to just be alone with you. he wanted to give you all his attention, to just listen to you talk about anything.

"let's do it. i'll bring us back some good drinks from here!" Kevin said with a grin, adjusting the glasses on his face.

Younghoon smirked in the back, overhearing the conversation. finally, Kevin is making progress, he thought.

-

three knocks on the door and you opened to find a smiley Kevin, clad in sweats and holding some starbucks drinks. he looked like a walking teddy bear, and you felt flustered just looking at him standing there, smiling prettily at you.

"i brought some for Hak, Sunwoo, and Chanhee, too," Kevin explained, setting the drinks down.

"you know they'll be mad if they find out you dropped by without bringing them anything," you agreed.

and speak of the devil: another three knocks at your door revealed Haknyeon, leaning against the door frame.

"heyyy y/n. do you have any eggs? i'm trying to bake and i realized i don't have any," your friend asked.

"yeah, they're in the fridge," you told him, inviting him in.

"oooo, is that starbucks? wait.. is that my favourite drink? don't tell me that's for me?" Haknyeon assumed, getting excited.

"it is indeed yours, only if you deliver the other two drinks to Sunwoo and Chanhee."

"okay, bet!! did Kevin drop by or something?" Haknyeon asked, pulling the eggs out of your fridge.

"i'm right here?!" said Kevin from your couch at the end of the apartment.

"oh.. Kevin?! you've been here this whole time? why are you so quiet?" Haknyeon laughed. "and what are you two doing without me?" he aggressively whispered.

"fighting off pirates. we're just hanging out! now leave us alone," you whined, pushing Haknyeon out of your place with the rest of the drinks.

with a sigh, you turned to Kevin after closing the door.

"they're not even friends at this point. they're nosy neighbours. gosh, let me watch a movie with my friend in peace!" you huffed, grabbing some snacks from the kitchen.

Kevin's heart ached a little hearing the word 'friend', but he hoped he was just overreacting. he hoped that you felt as happy in his presence as he did in yours, and he hoped you knew how special you were to him: so special that he had been dying to see a movie with you, alone.

"okay... what movie are we thinking?" you asked, snapping Kevin out of his thoughts.

"anything!" he blurted out, laying back on the couch.

he watched you with a smile as you found a movie to play. the whole time, Kevin was just staring at you. you sat in front of him on the floor, being in the mood to stay away from the couch. he was laying on the couch, his head just next to yours. he had the perfect view of your gorgeous side profile, and he traced it over and over again with his eyes. he adored the way your expression changed as you watched the movie. if the characters were sad, you pouted. if they were happy, you smiled.

one of the characters in the movie had picked up a dandelion. you turned to ask Kevin what he would wish for if he found a dandelion.

"but it wouldn't come true..." he said with a pout.

"let's say it would!" you said.

"then... i'd wish.. for you to be mine," he said, quietly.

your ears perked up. had Kevin said what you thought he did?

"wait... say that again," you said, turning around on the floor and facing him.

"i'd wish for you to be mine, y/n. i... like you," he said.

you couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face. all you could think to do was pull Kevin's face towards yours as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. you watched him slowly turn a shade of pink as he smiled back at you.

"why the hell did it take you so long to tell me that?" you complained.

"i didn't.. think you would... like me back, i--what just happened?" Kevin mumbled, still in a dazed smile.

"i like you too, Kevin."

"i didn't want to ruin our friendship--"

this time, you pressed your lips against Kevin's, silencing his worries and filling his stomach with butterflies. you felt them within you, too. your entire body felt warm as you pulled away and stared into Kevin's warm eyes.

"shut up. we've ruined the friendship. and now we're dating. accept it," you said, ruffling his hair.

now, Kevin felt like he was a dandelion, floating in the wind. he was so happy he was here watching a movie with you. he was so happy he confessed. and he was so happy the wish he made on a dandelion came true.

[perpetually-sad-but-its-fine]

chicago pd 10x11

GUYS

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS EPISODE

I WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT KEVIN

WE GET TO MEET HIS DADDDD

ahhhh

im so nervous

oh yippee

it start w/ a funeral

im already invested

‘its all politics kev’

‘okay, i hear you over there being a cynic’

but is she wrong kev?

is she wrong?

no

she's not

oh no

NO

COME ON

KIM

THEY CANT LEAVE HER ALONE

and oh my god

chicago pd writers not ignoring the trauma that kim went through????

*gasp*

that's a first

‘its just too much caffeine’

‘mhm’

kev not buying her bullshit

i miss my patrol buddies

back when they were so innocent

‘i raise you, its a little bit of both’

‘mhm’

best buddies

ahhhhhh

KEV AND KIM GETTING TOGETHER AND SHARING THEIR FAMILY

I LOVE ITTTT

I WANNA SEE IT SO BADLY

ohhhh

this is his father isn’t it????

ITS HIS FATHER

OH MY GOD

I KNEW ITTTTT

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

aw no

im not prepared for this

aw kim looking out for kev and kev looking out for him

i love it so much

oh my god what the fuck

THAT CAR CAME OUT OF NO WHERE

OF COURSE IT STARTS SHOOTING

OF COURSE

my god

bro

come on

kev’s vest isn't even on properly

I DONT WANNA THEM TO GET HURT CUZ THEY DIDNT PUT ON THEIR VESTS PROPERLY

kev looking for his dad

im not prepared for this angst

please tell me he doesn't do something stupid and delete the photo

kev is a good cop

oh noooo

hes close to crying

noooooooo

my baby

my poor baby

‘for good behavior’

im excited to find out why that's such a surprise

kev doing his job like a good cop

we love to see it

oh no kev

what're you gonna do now???

IS HE GONNA TELL VOIGHT

ohhhh that poor boy

this poor child

i feel so bad for this kid

oh kim letting kev take the lead

we love to see it

KEVINS SO SWEET

hes so understanding

and i love him

so so so so so much

hes amazing

chicago pd please give kevin a good storyline

please give him a love interest that deserves him

please let him be happy

please

oh this big guy is gonna be kevin’s father i can feel it

oh nvm

torresssss

my bby

adammmmmm

my loveeeeeee

haILEY

SHES SO PRETTYYYYYYYY

im not okay

im not

BURZEK

my babies

please let them be okay this season

ohhhhh

this is gonna be an interesting conversation

kevin and adam and kim are besties

and i want them to spend more time together

‘i'll let you know, promise’

‘oookay?’

he says very confusedly but lets her go anyway

kim looKS SO FUCKIN GOOD

oh we love to see the patrol babies looking out for each other

voight and atwater

the father-son duo that we love

see, this is why i love kevin

hes a sweetheart who's doing his best

he recognizes when to lie and when to tell the truth

he knows the value of his job and doesn't want to unnecessarily endanger that just bcuz he doesn't like the truth of whatever’s happening

he has strict morals that he follows and he acknowledges that he makes mistakes and knows that he can improve

he also

doeSNT FUCKIN KEEP SECRETS FROM VOIGHT

FUCKIN EVERYBODY ELSE

FROM ANTONIO TO JAY TO HAILEY TO KIM TO VANESSA TO ADAM TO ERIN TO AL

E V E R Y O N E

HAS KEPT SOMETHING FROM VOIGHT

EVEN TORRES HAS

THE WHOLE THING WITH DETECTIVE DICK LAST EPISODE????

YEAH HE KEPT THAT FROM VOIGHT

KEVIN IS THE ONLY ONE

WHO

HASNT

LIED

TO

VOIGHT

he deserves so much better

and ik for a FACT

that chicago pd writers are going to ruin his character

i fuckin know it

okay

back to me being dramatic about the show

now

voight is asking questions about kevin’s father and im interested

poor kevin

he deserves so much better

voight looking out for him is so sweet

‘ill tell ‘em’

is amazing

bcuz the team is his family

the family that he deserves

and the family that loves him

god im so nervous for this part

oH MY GOD

THEY HAVENT SAID ANYTHING

BUT IM ALREADY CRYING

ohhhhhh

im so scared for how this is gonna go

this conversation is unsettling to me

‘i know that's not the truth’

come on man

tell himmm

TELL HIM THE TRUTH

poor kevin

they keep hurting him

and me

i can't

kevin can never get a break can he?

thank you kevin’s father

oH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK ABOUT JORDAN AND VANESSA???

NOW YOU WANNA ASK

oh mY GOD

laroyce hawkins is an amazing actor

that break in his voice kills me

oooo

this'll be fun

ITS ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES INTO THE EPISODE AND SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED

oH MY GOD

THATS SO FUCKIN VIOLENT

HOLY SHIT

oh nooooo

thERES A BABY

THAT POOR CHILD

AWWWWW

I WANNA CRY WITH THIS KID

THIS POOR POOR BABY

aw kevin covering the child of this baby

im soft

'emphatic no’

we love to hear it

kevin

my poor sweet child

kim doing her best to distract kevin and then giving up and just straight up asked him

we love it

i wanna see kim and kev and adam go out for drinks and talk about the terrible shit that's gone on in their lives and i want kevin to be okay

i need it actually

god

im dying here

chicago pd writers need to stop hurting me

seriously

im too sensitive for this

oh no

his dad’s here isn't he

oh fuck you kevin’s dad

fuck you

how dare you

kevin still doing his job

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

kevinnnnnnn

im so sorry my love

kevin my dearest child

i must hold and comfort

i must

goddamnit kevin’s dad

you better be telling the truth

why do i feel like hes hiding something

GODDAMMIT KEVIN’S DAD

YOU WERENT EVEN THERE FOR MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE

YOU DID SOMETHING STUPID

AND THEN HIS MOM DIED

AND HE HAD TO RAISE VANESSA AND JORDAN

AND YOU WANNA PLAY THE GUILT CARD????

NAH MAN 

YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF

‘do i look angry right now? i don't got time for that.’

mY POOR CHILD

stop this hurt

stop it

hes juST

nO

I HATE THIS

SO MUCH

poOR KEVIN

adam and kevin

my loves

they are brothers

kevin

please

for the love of god

TALK TO ADAM

kev

the fuck are you doing

kevin

please

ik hes doing his job

but like

I DONT WANT HIM TO GET HURT

voight looking out for kev

again

I love it

THE USAGE OF HIS FIRST NAME

GODDAMMIT

torres

my boy

kev and dante

i love it

dante reassuring kevins father

idk how to feel about that

TORRES IS STEPPING UP

MY BOY

this meet is scaring me

oh wait

kevin’s father is telling the truth

oh my god

he was telling the truth

waIT

HOLD ON

OH MY GOD

SO HE WAS A GOOD FATHER??????

this meet isn't gonna end well

danteeee

ma boi

i love you

god 

i love him so much

hes great

ilovehim

now i feel bad for kevin’s father

im not okay

aw my poor kevin

my poor child

my poor poor child

‘hm’

‘hm’

we love the communication guys

adam and kim

looking out for their brother

i want a heart to heart with them

but i also don't trust kevin’s dad

im conflicted

WHY WONT THEY MAKE KEVIN HAPPY

WHY

oh comE ON

thEY WERE STARTING TO TALK IT OUT

GODDAMMIT

STOP

I DONT LIKE THIS

*gasp*

waIT

IS KEVIN’S DAD GONNA DIE?????

I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE

I DONT LIKE HIME

BUT I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE

i dont like how this is playing out

kevin’s dad, tf are you doing man

torres

be smart

oh good god

im too scared to watch this

‘i get the whole story playboy’

bitch i will smack you

upton and ruzek in sync

thEY BOTH GOT OFF THE BENCH AT THE SAME TIME AND IN THE SAME WAY

I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THAT

bruh what is this nonsense

whats happening

im noT READY

god

kevin’s dad is gonna die

i can feel it in my bones

they won't let kev be happy

they never will

goDDAMMIT

IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

thiS IS SO INTENSE

AUGEVPIWE

IM NOT READY

trudyyyyy

my mother who raised me

i need more of her

ooooooo

ITS SO INTERESTING

come on

please don't kill kevin’s father

kevin

please tell me that youre thinking clearly

kim’s face just reads ‘somebody fucked with my best friend and they’re gonna die today’

and we love her for it

where the hell is kevin’s father

where is he

whERE

W H E R E

oh thank god

hes there

hes not dead (yet)

can't wait to see how this goes

‘i aint never seen him before in my life’

adorable

so believable

kevin’s dad

please

be reasonable

god

i can't handle this angst

I cannot

im not strong enough

nowhere near strong enough

god

please

this is K I L L I N G  M E

kevin

please

im crying

im sobbing actually

my poor child

finally admitting his feelings

my poor baby

please

solve this

its too much

kevin’s dad please

im begging you

OH MY GOD

STOP IT

HIS VOICE IS CRACKING

AND IM BREAKING

I NEED HIM TO BE OKAY

oh shit

this is

stop

stop

stop

stop

stop

stop

stop

no

no

no

no

no

no

no

no

no

no

COME ON

THIS IS SO MUCH HURT

THE LOOK IN KEVINS EYES

THERE ARE TEARS

AND IM FULLY SOBBING

OH MY GOD

COM E O N

his voice

stOP

PLEASE

thiS IS NO LONGER A JOKE

IM FUCKIN SOBBING

PLEASE JUST GIVE KEVIN A LOVING FATHER

HE DESERVES IT

LAROYCE HAWKINS IS AN AMAZING FUCKIN ACTOR

AND HIS PERFORMANCE IS MAKING ME CRY

P L E A S E

SIR

kevin’s dad im so sorry i ever doubted you

please hug

please

cOME ON

NO

‘it was too late, son’

im numb

i. feel. nothing. 

THEY DIDNT EVEN HUG

GODDAMMIT

stop

PLEASE

THIS POOR CHILD

THIS POOR MAN

HE WAS FORCED TO GROW UP TO RAISE HIS SIBILINGS

AND HE LOST HIS FATHER

AND HIS MOTHER

AND HE HAD TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING

AND HES STILL NOT HAPPY?????

CHICAGO PD WRITERS

DO YOU ENJOY MY PAIN??????

ITS NOT FUCKIN FUNNY MAN

[09827]

how would kevin react to darling wanting to break up? would he genuinely be sad over it? would he ever let them go?? love ur work so far ur layout is so cute and pink 💕💕

kevin is such a dick in my interpretation of him, i thought of a hundred things he'd do already. and thank you!! urs is adorable.

here you go, bby.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 168

A Little Slice of Kevin/The Girl Who Waited

“A Little Slice of Kevin”

Plot Description: Castiel suddenly appears back on Earth with no memory of how he escaped from Purgatory. Mrs. Tran enlists a witch to concoct a demon bomb

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I think so. Unless everyone at that park got pseudo-raptured

Where’s…oh, he was driving TO wherever he and Sam are kinda hiding out

This poor angel from the auction is being tortured by Crowley. Poor bby. Is he looking for other prophets??

I am in fact wondering that, Crowley.

I trust Mrs. Tran but I don’t trust this witch she’s working with

Omg Mrs Tran is so proud of herself 🫶🫶🫶

I know those are your routine questions but like….does a FIVE YEAR OLD HAVE ENEMIES???

Did you think you saw Cas again? I look away for ONE second

Omg. I love people. They think they’ve been abducted by aliens. You have rights other places, not in hell

Castiel is BACK back…sort of. He might not yet be at full power, but at least he’s topside and with the boys again

Oh. Oh there he isssssssssss, the Cas we love

If they ever actually kill Mrs Tran I’m gonna be so mad. She’s wonderful. She’s resourceful. Crowley sentenced her to die after kidnapping Kevin, and she grabbed her super soaker full of holy water and absolutely blasted that demon. I love her so much

I love how no one really says much when Dean goes into his minutes long flashbacks

I can’t take Jensen’s yelling seriously. It’s just not believable 💀 he’s so much better at angry whispering

HE’S BEEN BLAMING HIMSELF FOR NOT GETTING CAS OUT OF PURGATORY THIS WHOLE TIME BUT CAS NEVER BLAMED HIM ONCE

Mrs Tran KIDNAPPED THE DEMON LEFT TO KILL HER. She’s so wonderful

Oh. THAT’S why it’s called a little SLICE of Kevin ☹️

A farewell note from Metatron?? But we’ve yet to even meet him!!

Oh. Guess the demon bombs work

Oh. Cas IS…….using his powers recklessly despite not having all his strength back

Omg the Trans and Garth are going to be hanging out? I want THOSE episodes

He didn’t blame him…because he…stayed on his own volition. He stayed to atone for everything he’s done

Oh no. I don’t like this. I don’t like him being forcibly brought back to heaven…

No no no noooooo, I don’t like this for him. HE GOES THROUGH SO MUCH. At least with the Winchesters they kinda alternate seasons who’s gonna do something super fucked up and/or die

“The Girl Who Waited”

Plot Description: Amy is trapped in a quarantine facility for victims of an alien plague

Couldn’t he have told her WHICH button to push? Sure, but then we wouldn’t have an episode

The number of times she gets…not REALLY left behind by the Doctor but I’m sure it FEELS that way 😭and the fact that they keep pushing the not-really-even-there love triangle is silly. They haven’t done it this episode YET, but it could definitely happen

Ok but Rory DOES look good in the glasses

Oh no…oh it’s zero to one hundred in seconds flat with these robots. I get that the whole planet is under quarantine but there’s gotta be a step between “let me help you because you’re carrying unknown germs” and “I’m going to basically blow dart this medicine at you without actually knowing that you’re sick”

At first glance, at least, I would like to visit this garden Amy’s in

That was a RISKY MOVE making the robots high five, effectively deactivating them, though maybe only temporarily

“I don’t care that you got old. I care that we didn’t grow old together” 😭😭 he loves her so much

Oh….amyyyyy. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be that touch starved for that long. Or I can only BEGIN to imagine it

She named her reprogrammed robot Roryyyyyy.

She LITERALLY disarmed it

Goddddd that CRUSHING LONELINESS she went through

This is a horrible position to put Rory in. He’s only just seen his Amy earlier today. This Amy hasn’t seen ANYONE in 36 years. If they save this Amy, the Amy we know has to wait 36 years to be rescued, but if they rescue the Amy they know, this one effectively dies…and she’s making Rory choose which version of his wife matters more to him

And SHE loves Rory sooooo much back 😭

I think the Doctor might be lying about if two Amys can exist at the same time even in something as impossible as the TARDIS.

Karen Gillan should always have a sword. Just saying

Having watched Glass Onion, the Mona Lisa could not be destroyed THAT easily

What is it with today’s episodes and one half of a ship choosing to stay behind while the other blames and chastises and guilts themself over the other person’s choice?? Both Cas and older Amy CHOSE to stay where they were and Dean and Rory beat themselves up over it

I was also right about the Doctor lying about being able to take both Amys

[prince-dongju]

All About Kevin

Happy Kevin Day!

[andreilaftg]

The Foxes starting a crochet and knitting group is just !! I need them sharing patterns! Sending pics of projects to each other! Giving/sending gifts like little a plushy or jumper! Not all of them actively make stuff ‘cause #attention_spans and patterns can be overwhelming as heck and repetitive motions aren’t always ok, but all of them have a shared Pinterest board of project ideas and inspiration!

[bitofthisandthat]

Kevin Hart || Babysitting

“There were too many people in the castle. So...Somebody HAD to go~” 🤣

[jyvnho]

hii can u pls do a tbz reaction to their obedient sub touching themselves? tyy

⌕ ⋮ tbz reaction to their obedient sub touching themselves

✘ warnings : 18+ mdni, ambigous reader (can be read amab or afab)

✘ authors note : i look pretty good for a dead bitch

✘ sangyeon

sangyeon would be angry, to say the least — not only that but he would feel a little betrayed. what happened to his obedient sub who didn't do anything without his explicit permission first?

✘ jacob

i think jacob is a softer lover who has hard dom tendencies — the only time these hard dom tendencies come out however is when his sub goes against the simple rules he has set out... ask before touching

✘ younghoon

he's whiplash in the form of a human — younghoon acts as if you breaking his rule means nothing when he first finds out, but when he's got you tied down to the bed with a vibrator on its the highest setting pressed against your sensitive area, he really shows how upset he really is

✘ hyunjae

hyunjae is a tease, in bed and outside of it, and he takes things with a grain of salt usually — but to have his sub go against his word brings out a new hyunjae who's mean and rarely gives into your pleads for him to bring you relief through the teasing

✘ juyeon

for the most part, juyeon doesn't have a mean bone in his body — that's what you first thought, however, and is the reason you defied him and his rules. next thing you know, juyeon will be punishing you for the next four hours of your life, denying you of your sweet release

✘ kevin

kevin is so passive-aggressive about it — props to you for the balls you have to break the rules, but lord is kevin mad. he doesn't know if he should punish you sexually, or deprive you of the sex you clearly so desperately crave from him

✘ chanhee

the embodiment of "looks soft but is mean" — chanhee hates when people don't listen to him, especially someone who usually listens so well for their dom. expect a short-tempered, more mean, and ruthless chanhee for the next couple of days

✘ changmin

we all know changmin is short-tempered when it comes to people listening to his orders, so to have his sub go against him on purpose? absolutely baffling — changmin hates that it came to this, but takes great pleasure from being able to punish you for your wrongdoings

✘ haknyeon

it takes a lot to make this boy angry, even in the most testing of situations — so having the soft dom that he is switch to hard dom tendencies throws your head for a swirl (you may have to disobey more often if this is what comes of it)

✘ sunwoo

sunwoo sets rules that he wants you to break all so he can punish you — what can he say, he loves the roughness, passion, and emotions that run high during these moments more than anything else

✘ eric

this boy... run for the hills when you break any of his rules, especially the no touching rule. eric will make you regret laying a hand on yourself without his permission for the rest of your life, while also making you wish you did it more often

TAGLIST — OPEN!

@baesgyus // @ja4hyvn // @one16core // @blaqpinksthetic // @kyungm1ns // @skepvids // @yuyuyunho // @sunoo-bby // @vantxx95 // @odetoyeonjun

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 18

A/N: So you like smut you say?? Good cause it's in this one twice 😉 When I say I cannot help myself with Kevin, I mean it bbys. Outside of the smut tho, I do love this chapter.. so cute.. lil angsty... doing the hard work of showing up... what isn't to love?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: SMUTTTT 18+ content , COVID Talk, angst, swearing

Wild’s belief never wavered, which makes Game 7 defeat harder to swallow

Another year, another first round exit by the Minnesota Wild.

I watch the last few drops of Nespresso fall into my cup. The machine buzzes as it finishes up. I grab the cup, adding in my frothed cream. I glance down the hall at the bedroom door, finding it still shut and concealing my sleeping boyfriend.

Another season done; another off-season hovering. The off-season we were supposed to spend together. First in Sweden, then in Switzerland. COVID has ruined many things and it’s hold on our lives has not weakened in the slightest. Most of Europe is still closed to Americans even as vaccination rates have increased significantly in the U.S. Kevin and I are done with both rounds and thought that would be enough for me to join him in Europe. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to matter. At this point, both Sweden and Switzerland are still closed to me.

Kevin and I have known this for weeks. We have strategically been pushing the thought from our minds. Armed with the fierce hope of a deep playoff run, we continued to methodically plan our entire summer from our first day arrival in Sweden to our return to the U.S. from Switzerland. Unfortunately, for both us, and the Wild, neither of those things ended up happening.

Now, with the season over, Kevin is ready to head back to Sweden and begin training for this upcoming year. On his flight home from a Game 7 defeat, he made a long list of the improvements to focus on with Andreas this summer. Regardless of the fun we have planned, we both anticipate a tumultuous summer of both pushing for improvement and contract negotiations. With the two shortened seasons of Kevin’s latest contract, there is concern that he may not be able to secure the long term, big money contract we envisioned for him at the start of this season. Additionally, the Wild have at least two other players in Kirill Kaprizov and Joel Erikkson Ek to re-sign. With so many unknowns, it feels difficult to see where we will be going from here. We are both still hopeful that the going turns into staying.

I grab my coffee and pad out of the kitchen into the living room. I sit in one corner of the couch and look out across Minneapolis. It’s a warm, Spring day and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Today is locker clean out which means hours of interview and goodbyes for Kevin. Later this week, the players will have an end of the year bash hosted by the Spurgeons, so the goodbyes will mostly be to the Wild Staff members and media.

After a few sips of my coffee, Kevin enters the living room with bed head hair tossed about and his MacBook Pro. He greets me with a soft kiss and a smile. He sets the open laptop next to me on the couch and wanders to the kitchen where he makes himself a Nespresso. While the machine kicks in and begins pouring Kevin’s coffee, I casually glance at the screen of his computer. There, I see he is looking at flights to Sweden from Minneapolis leaving on Sunday, five days from now. I purse my lips in both annoyance and confusion.

“You’re looking at flights?” I ask him, taking a sip of my coffee to seem chill.

“Yeah, just seeing what options are out there in the next week or so.” He responds after a yawn. The way he says this, so casually, irks me.

“But… I can’t go yet.” I say quietly, looking into the rich brown of my coffee.

“I know.” He says slowly. I’m silent as the machine finishes his drink. He grabs it and walks over to join me on the couch. “That’s why I haven’t booked anything.” I give him a skeptical look as he sips his coffee. He holds up a cautioning hand. “I’m not trying to leave without you. I want to discuss our options.”

“Well, the options are you stay here or you go without me.” I am trying to not sound angry, but there is a definite bite to my words I can’t filter out.

“I think that is simplifying it a bit.” Kevin responds, leaning back into the couch after setting his coffee down.

“Oh? It’s more complicated than that?”

“Well, yeah.”

“How so?”

“The plan for this off-season was and remains for you to come with me. I know when we started planning everything, we thought things would be open again. In Sweden, things seem to be shifting in a positive direction. There is talk that they are opening up soon to international travelers. I was thinking I could go for now and get everything settled, then when the border opens, you can join me.” Although Kevin is a Swiss native, he has permanent residency established in Sweden, therefore he can return even though international travelers are not currently permitted.

“What if this talk turns out to not be true?” I ask him.

“Then we will figure out that next step then.” I roll my eyes towards the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. I’m trying not to get upset, but he’s talking about leaving me here in such a casual way, like it’s not a big deal. Like we haven’t done this two other times and it didn’t almost tear us apart at the seams. How could he have forgotten the emptiness of those lonely nights? The memory still haunts me every night he’s on the road.

“Maybe that mindset works for you, but it doesn’t work for me with us anymore. Every time you leave, I’m left feeling like a piece of me is missing. I go through the motions of life, but I feel stuck in place when you’re gone. Like we are living two different lives. I want to share my life with you, Kev. Not live it while you’re 3,000 miles away and 7 hours ahead of me. Honestly, the thought of you leaving and then this turning into another 2-3 months apart, isn’t something I want to do for another summer.”

“I understand that and agree.” He says cautiously. He pauses and seems to contemplate his choice of words carefully. “Since we are being honest, I think I should go now. This is the most important off-season I’ve ever had. With two shortened seasons, I’m not sure if Billy is going to give me the long term deal that I want. Early talks haven’t looked good. This off-season is going to set my career up for a good future. A future that’s going to provide for us and our plans.” I take in his resigned features. I believe that it won’t matter what I say. He’s going. So I pack up the rest of my arguments in my head, shove them deep, and surrender to more time apart.

“Okay. If that is what is most important, then you have to go.” As easy as it has been the last few times to encourage him to go, the taste of it in my mouth right now has me wanting to spit. I’ve been so considerate and supportive of him in the past. Why can’t he consider staying here with me now?

I stand, grabbing my cup and bringing it to the sink. I know I need to leave. If I stay here, I’ll do something embarrassing like get on my knees and beg him to stay here with me. Luckily, I have the perfect excuse. “I’m going to head out. Felicia wanted to run some errands this morning without the kids.” I pour out the remaining coffee and give the cup a quick rinse. When I turn, Kevin is standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking at me with an expression I can’t read.

“Do you have to leave right now?” He asks me. I give a shrug and a nod even though I don’t. I’m not fooling him either. “Sam.” Kevin says with slight annoyance in his tone. “If this isn’t okay…” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Baby, just talk to me.”

“I have, Kevin. You don’t seem interested in listening.” My voice has taken on a sharp, angry edge. At the sound of it, Kevin’s demeanor instantly turns frustrated. He rolls his eyes, setting them on me with an edge of fierceness. He is quiet, taking in the look on my face. It’s like he’s peeling back layer after layer while we stand there. It’s a vulnerability I don’t enjoy so I cross my arms over my chest to shield myself from him.

“I’ll stay here until you can come with me.” He finally says. Even though that’s what I want, deep down the instant dread begins to suffocate me. Changing his plans just for me feels like a disaster waiting to happen. What if he resents me for this later? What if missing out on this training time ends in a short term deal? Or worse, a trade and starting over? I can’t be responsible for any of that. He needs to own this decision.

“That’s fine, but it better be your decision, not something you say to make me happy but you don’t want to do. If this has any potential to be something you resent me for, you need to go. I’m not interested in being a scapegoat.” I watch as his jaw tightens further in defiance. “I can already see it on your face, Kev. You don’t want to stay here.” My nostrils flare in frustration.

“I feel like if I go, I’m going to lose you.” His eyebrows are drawn low and his eyes are squinting at me with a borderline snarl on his mouth.

“That is ridiculous. You’re not going to lose me.” I tell him, grabbing my keys and my purse from the counter. “Go to Sweden. When I can come, I’ll come.” My tone is cool and I’m purposefully being just as calm as he was earlier. I turn and start walking to the door. The tears are burning in my eyes, but I’m trying to stride confidently, like the heaviness of this isn’t crumbling my heart into pieces.

“Sam.” Kevin calls as he sighs exasperatedly. I whirl around to face him.

“I don’t know what there is left to talk about at this point, Kev. Just go book your flight. You need to be there more than you need to be here. You don’t need me. So go without me.” My voice wavers with emotion. Kevin is silent as he stares back at me, dark eyes watchful. As the seconds pass, I can feel the sadness take over my features. How many days would we be apart this time? A deep sob suddenly rocks my chest. I throw my hand over my lips tightly to keep the sound in. My tears shatter Kevin’s edginess. He is across the living room and reaching for me in seconds.

“Of course I need you. I’m staying. I’m not going to go without you.” He assures me. “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.” He rubs his hands up and down my back as I cry into his chest. He squeezes me tightly to him. I feel embarrassed at the amount of tears that are sinking into his shirt. At least I didn’t beg? I pull back from him and wipe my fingers beneath my eyes.

“I hate this.” I tell him, looking across the room at the bank of windows. I can’t bring myself to look at his face, but I know he stands with his arms crossed in silence, watching me. Two more tears leak out and I wipe at them angrily.

“It definitely sucks.” He says quietly. “But I really think things are going to be okay in a few weeks. In the meantime, I can train here. We can be together and then everything else will work it’s self out.”

“Are you sure?” I ask again quietly.

“About not leaving you? Yes.” He says as he reaches for my chin. He gently tilts it up until our eyes meet. His gaze is genuine and soft. “I’m all in on this, baby.”

“I know, me too. And that’s what makes it so hard when you go.” I tell him honestly. He nods slowly. His eyes are serious as they look at me. His other hand comes to my face, cupping my neck and stroking my cheek.

“None of my dreams come true without you.”

I close my eyes and lean into his touch. I feel his lips connect with mine again. This kiss is deeply intimate with fresh tears still soaking my lashes. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me firmer into him. His arms slide down my back and to my thighs, lifting me up. Our kiss turns passionate and ravenous. He walks us back to the couch and falls onto it, letting me take control.

“I love you.” I whisper to him as I pull back from his lips. I look down at his face, taking in his swollen lips and muted red cheeks. His brown eyes are molten black; his hair is messy from my fingers.

"Miluji tě.” My heart swoons at the Czech I love you. When he speaks to me like this, knowing I understand, it feels like a secret that only we are in on. His hands are on my hips and he slowly rocks me into his erection. I bite my lip briefly and let out a breathy moan. “You look good up there.”

“Yeah?” I wonder, my fingers going to the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Even better.” He tells me, watching me closely as his fingers go up my back, unclasping my bra. It falls between us and his lips part in a heavenly sigh. “Sweden can’t compete with you.” He says, thumbs brushing against my hard nipples. He sits up and meets my lips, flipping me onto my back in the process.

“I thought you liked me up there.” I question him, watching as he kisses down my stomach.

“I like you better under me.” He insists as his quick hands pull the rest of my clothes from my body.

His lips connect with my slick flesh and I moan out my agreement.

Later, when we are throughly satisfied, Kevin kisses the top of my head one last time before shifting from the couch. I watch with a pout as he pulls his clothes back on his gorgeous, naked body.

“Boo!” I whine to him. He laughs and comes towards me, leaning down and tugging my nipple into his mouth. “Hey.. it’s not fair to start that when you’re leaving.” Even as I say this, I hold his head to me, enjoying the intoxicating need beginning to pound in my body again.

“I’m giving you something to look forward to later.” He insists, moving to the other nipple and giving it equal attention. By the time he pulls away again, I’m writhing beneath him and breathless. “Just how I like you.” He murmurs to me, kissing my lips softly. He nuzzles my nose and then drapes a blanket over me. “I will be back after lunch. Eat without me.”

“Okay.”

My eyes follow him across the apartment where he gathers his phone, keys and hat at the door. He turns back to me, eyes watchful as he takes me in- breathless, just fucked hair and all. I slide the blanket down just enough that my nipples peak out at him, hoping they will beckon him back to me. He’s pondering something and he licks his lips in a way that makes me groan. I cover my face with my hands and then peek at him through my fingers. He slowly backs away with a grin that underlies the knowing between us both.

He exits the apartment without another word, with my heart wrapped firmly in his hands.

_ _ _

In late July, my feet dangle into the water of the infinity pool at a remote spa and hotel in the center of Sweden. We are here as a late birthday celebration for Kevin, but also for us to unwind after a few strange, tough seasons. I just finished my massage and am waiting for Kevin to appear. I’m so relaxed that I could melt into a puddle and drift away into the Swedish wilderness surrounding us. I trace circles in the water with my hot pink toes and think about how incredible this off-season has been. Kevin was right about Sweden releasing their restrictions soon. After two weeks of relaxation in Minnesota, Sweden welcomed international travelers back with open arms.

I’ve loved every minute of us living here the past two months. I can certainly see why Kevin has become so attached to the city of Gothenburg. It’s a vibrant, chill and young metro that has accepted me with open arms, including Kevin’s group of friends. These days, they truly feel like our friends. We meet up with the group every few days at the archipelago islands on the ocean, a restaurant, or at the local amusement park, Liseberg. Every day is packed with adventure, but it doesn’t feel rushed either. The overall vibe of Sweden focuses on relaxation and contentment. It’s a perfect fit for our off-season needs.

A hand comes to the top of my head to tug my pony tail in a greeting. I don’t have to look to know it’s Kevin. His touch is always assertive and sure.

“I definitely fell asleep.” He says as he sits down next to me. His legs bump into mine in the water. He has been training hard on power and strength this off season. His thighs have become as thick as tree trunks; I’ve certainly been reaping the benefits of them. Just looking at them now has my breathing becoming shallow.

“Me too.” I nod my head, looking over at him. I smile at the obvious creases in his beautiful cheeks from the pillow. “I see why they named a massage style after Sweden.”

“I wish our trainers were that nice about it.” Kevin speaks of the Wild staff members. “I swear, half the time it’s a bet to see who can inflict the most pain.”

“To be fair, that’s how you guys are able to sustain the whole year though. If they were nice about it, you’d be down with cramps and injuries a lot more.”

“Yeah I know. But once would be nice.”

“You should ask for it this year. Build it in once a week and see what happens.” I shrug, flicking my foot to toss droplets of water in the air. A few of them land on my thighs and Kevin slips into the water to submerge himself.

“Maybe I will.” He says before dipping below the surface. The pool is salt water and is warmed to borderline hot tub level, which is perfect to continue to relax the muscles after a massage like that. “Are you going to stay up there?” He ponders to me, running his hand through his wet hair to push it back from his face.

“Probably.” I shrug. Kevin contemplates that before reaching for my left leg in the water. He grabs the other one and comes to stand between my spread legs. His arms reach for my waist and I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Don’t you dare.” I hiss at him just as he grabs me and tugs me fully into the pool. “Kevin!” I snap right as I go under. I shove at his stomach underwater and push towards the surface. I suck in an annoyed breath and narrow my eyes at him.

“What is with girls not wanting to get their hair wet in the pool?” He asks me with a puzzled scrunch of his nose.

“Because we look like this!” I exclaim, shoving my hair back from my face. “A drowned rat!”

“Well, if I’m going to make you come in public, I need you in the water.” He says quietly, grabbing the backs of my thighs and floating me to tighten my legs around his waist. One hand goes under my butt to give me leverage while the other goes to the side of my swimsuit bottoms.

“You’re really going to- oh yep.” I suck in a surprised breath as his thumb brushes against my clit. “Kay.” I rest my head against his shoulder as he massages me. “This is… ah.. fuck.” I can’t finish my sentence because what he is doing feels so damn good. I raise my head and glance over to where the door just opened. It’s a staff member who is refilling the towels on the rack.

“Can I get you two anything?” She asks us innocently.

“N-no.” I force out with a tight smile. She nods and disappears back through the door, leaving us alone again.

“Keep it together.” He murmurs. His lips brush against my ear as my breathing increases. My chest is falling and rising rapidly from desire. I try to suck in a calming breath but it comes into my mouth with a little moan. Kevin is watching every expression on my face and his teeth scrape at his bottom lip as he observes my eyes close in pleasure. Goosebumps break out across my skin and tighten my nipples against Kevin’s chest. “More?” He asks me and I nod my head immediately.

He breathes out a laugh and slips a finger into me. I promptly clamp around it and Kevin’s lips find mine. I reach a hand between us and grip his wrist tightly, holding him to me as his fingers move. With how relaxed I am from my massage and his skilled movements, I’m coming quickly despite the publicness of it.

To catch the moaning of my orgasm, I reach forward and suck the skin of his shoulder into my mouth. I can’t hold back the force of it and I bite down to stop more sounds from escaping my mouth. When I open my eyes again, my vision is blurry from the intensity. Slowly, I pull back from Kevin’s shoulder and immediately cringe.

“That’s a hickey.” I wince in slight embarrassment. “Geez, what are we 16?”

“It’s hot. I can relive this for a few days.” He grins. “The guys are going to give me some serious shit though.” He laughs, speaking of his fellow training buddies, most of whom are in the NHL. The hickey is getting redder and more distinct with each second. “It’s fine.” He tells me again after watching my discomfort increase. “As long as I can cover it with a shirt, it’s all good.”

“Okay. Sorry.” I mumble to him.

“Sorry for what? Coming so hard you had to bite me? We don’t apologize for that.” He insists. “What we do is go back to bed, order room service, and spend the rest of the day loving each other.”

“That is what we came here for.” I murmur, sliding my fingers through his hair.

When we get out of the pool to head towards our stuff, Kevin winds up and slaps my ass hard then gives it a tight squeeze. I squeak out at the force and immediately start to laugh.

“That’s for marking me as yours.” He murmurs as we slide our robes back on and grab our phones. “And this too.” He says as he leans down and crashes our lips together. It’s soft, but firm, and hints at the continued sexy time he’s promised me later. “You’re the cutest drowned rat I’ve ever seen.” He grins as he pulls away.

“Thanks, babe.”

We wander up to our room and peruse the room service menu. The only thing that Kevin seems focused on is cake, so we order that to start and see where the rest of the day takes us. When the cake arrives, Kevin brings it into the room and immediately hustles back over to his side of the bed. He doesn’t even bother to hand me a fork. I hold my hand out to him expectantly and he shakes his head after the first bite.

“No way. Mine.”

“Oh my god, are you really not going to let me have any of this cake?” I ask, watching as he shoves another large bite into his mouth. I laugh at his puffed out cheeks. He goes in for another bite and my mouth drops open in shock. “Kevin! Ugh! I knew I should have ordered my own. You’re like the cookie monster, except your vice is cake.”

“I’m not sorry. It’s really good.” He mumbles. “We should order like four more of these.”

“Can I have one bite? Just one!” I reach for the plate and he pulls it away. “Why don’t you love me!” I whine, my eyebrows furrowing in sadness.

“Fine.” He sighs in agreement, handing the plate to me. He watches with deep scrutiny as I take a forkful of the cake. “That is a big bite.” He whines to me.

“You’ve eaten over half this slice. Shut up or I’ll tell Andreas you’re cheating on your diet.” I click my tongue at him before shoving the bite into my mouth. Kevin snatches the plate away from me and I almost choke on my cake from laughing. “We have found the one thing in the world you love more than me.”

“Yep.” He immediately says, stuffing another bite into his mouth.

“I’ll remember this next time you want me to suck your dick. You’ll be like Sam, please.” I adjust my voice to mimic the twinge of his European accent as I speak. “My dick is begging for you. And I’ll be like, you better call up that cake.” He snorts on a laugh.

“Whatever. You fall to your knees half the time on your own.” I cough in surprise and my mouth drops open as I stare at him.

“Wow. Greedy and cocky today.” He points at the hickey on his shoulder with his fork.

“Enough said.”

I drop my head in my hands in a brief moment of embarrassment before crawling over to his lap. He moves the plate away from my reach protectively. I straddle him, leaning forward to kiss along his collar bone to the crook in his neck. My tongue dances along the bone to the dip where his shoulder meets his chest and I nibble on him lightly, just below my previous love mark.

“Ah…” He sucks air between his teeth and brings his free hand to my ass. He squeezes it in his hand and releases a grunt from deep in his chest. He moves to put the plate on the bedside table. “Nope. I definitely love you more than this cake.” He insists. His other hand reaches for my neck as he smashes our lips together. The kiss is sexy, filled with a desire that no cake can replicate.

Sam- 1, Cake- 0

[chefdoeuvre]

Infliction

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: It's never your fault, know that.

Words: 3,356

Requested: yes by anonymous; could u do a halstead sister imagine where she is roofied and sexually assaulted by a group of guys at a party? and afterwards she starts to become self destructive (not sleeping, eating, drinking and doing drugs- not legally since she's in high school) and jay catches her a few times and freaks out and just gets super mad at her. but then one day, she finally tells him what happened and he becomes super concerned and protective. then, maybe when voight sees his focus is off he asks him what's going on and jay tells him and then intelligence gets involved + jay has to convince her to go get checked out and have a rape kit done? i guess i wanted intelligence involved because i thought everyone would absolutely love her and she has everyone (even hank who's pissed af when he finds out) wrapped around her finger so antonio, kevin and adam (my bby) are all super protective and upset?? ik it's a lot of detail lmao so feel free to remove whatever. tysm, i love ur work btw :))

Warnings: angst(?), mentions of rape and sexual assault, drugs, language.

A/N: Do not read if any of this can trigger you, please! If any of you need to talk do not be afraid to message me my dms are always open. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

UK Rape Crisis Helpline: 0808 802 9999

Australia National Sexual Assault Support: 1800 737 732

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Did Jay know you were at this party? Absolutely not. Did Will? Nope. Anyone at all who cares for your wellbeing? Hard no. So maybe you had taken Will and Jay's long shifts for the night as a cue to go to the party. After all, it's not like you were surrounded by strangers. It was your typical movie like high school party, people making out, everyone drinking illegally, and the few people who only showed up because their friends begged them to come along. You were the latter. Your friend and her boyfriend begged you to come saying how you never did anything fun because of who your brothers were. Reluctantly you agreed only because you knew you weren't going to get caught.

So here you were trying to have a semblance of a high school social life. You were the typical teenager, not great at school but not bad, only a handful of friends you hung out with, and no outstanding extracurriculars under your belt. Unless sitting next to Trudy at the front desk at the twenty-first district for hours at a time while doing your homework counted as one.

"Hey, Y/N! Have a drink, let loose." Your friend's boyfriend came over and handed you the stereotypical red solo cup.

"Oh, uh thanks." You smiled, awkwardly accepting the cup before setting it down.

You remembered the millions of times Jay had told you never to accept a drink someone else made for you. No matter how much you trusted them. You walked into the kitchen and found the last water bottle that was in the cooler. Taking it out you took a much-needed sip and scanned your eyes over the party.

The party was filled with people you either knew of or had seen in school. Freshmen and seniors alike were here to have fun. There was the usual group of guys who were having a chugging contest. As if they could handle their alcohol like college frat boys.

"Why hello there." A voice spoke up from behind you.

You turned on your heel quickly to be met with a familiar face. It was Brayden from the school's hockey team. You'd never had an actual conversation with him, but you shared a few classes throughout the day. He was much taller than you remembered, obviously getting a growth spurt.

"Hi." You greeted with a timid smile.

"Water? At a party?" Brayden questioned with furrowed brows.

"I'm not trying to be killed by my older brothers tonight, so water it is." You shrugged.

"Fair enough. Parents are out of town for the week so I guess I lucked out." Brayden nodded.

As time went on you started to feel hot and your head began to hurt. This is what happens when people put the speaker on at full volume and crowd the house with sweaty teenagers.

"Hey, you all right?" Brayden asked with concerned eyes.

"I don't feel so well." You shook your head.

"Head upstairs and try to find an empty room, if you still don't feel well come find me and I can walk you home." Brayden gestured to the currently empty hall while everyone else was cheering on the guys in the living room.

You nodded slowly and began to walk off in search of an empty bedroom to take refuge in. Finally finding one you took a seat on the bed and threw your water bottle onto the floor. You put your head in your hands and tried to calm the pounding in your head.

Moments later the door opened and you picked your head up reluctantly. It was a few guys on the football team.

"You not feeling too hot there?" One of the seniors asked you.

You simply shook your head which only worsened the pain in it. The boys walked a few steps closer before placing their hands on your shoulders. They shoved you back onto the bed and immediately your body began to react.

You kicked and punched aimlessly to get them off of you but your movements were uncoordinated and your mind was foggy. There were too many of them and they began to overpower you, their hands wandering to unwanted places.

Suddenly everything had gone black and you heard someone yelling intelligible words. Then you felt someone shaking you awake.

"Come on, Y/N." A familiar voice said, however, they sounded as if you were underwater.

Something cold and wet was placed on your forehead which prompted you to peel open your eyes. Hovering over you was a worried-looking Brayden. You immediately began squirming away from him and he did his best to calm you down.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. Just please put this on." Brayden held out his hands in mock surrender one of them holding a grip on his sweatshirt.

Watching him carefully you took the sweatshirt from him and pulled it over your tattered clothing. You wrapped your arms around yourself once your mind began to clear up and you realized what had happened.

"What did you drink?" Brayden asked cautiously, sitting a few feet away from you.

"Just that water." You gestured over to the discarded water bottle.

"They must've done something to it. I saw them come over here, but I didn't see them leave. I wanted to check on you." Brayden began to explain what had happened.

"Did they?" You trailed off, unable to get the words out before your throat tightened at the thought.

"No, I pulled them off before they could do anything else." Brayden shook his head with a frown.

"What did they do?" You asked not wanted to look at yourself for confirmation.

"Groping and kissing, I punched a few of them before they could go further." Brayden whispered, you nodded. It made sense, Brayden was more built and taller than the majority of the football team.

"You have to tell someone." Brayden sighed.

"No! No, we can't." You shook your head furiously.

"Okay, we won't. I'm here though, for anything." Brayden reassured you.

"Thanks." You whispered.

"Come on, let me walk you home before it gets too late." Brayden stood up.

You nodded and quietly stood up. He led the both of you outside through the back door which helped you effectively avoid people. You hid behind him the whole time until you managed to get out on the sidewalk. On the trek home, neither of you said a word just the heavy footsteps of the taller boy beside you were heard. Eventually, you made it to your building and walked up the stairs to reach your apartment.

"This is me. Thanks for walking me home." You gave him a broken smile.

"Of course. If you need anything at all, I'm a text away." He gave you a comforting smile before handing you a post-it note with his number scribbled onto it.

"Thank you, again." You nodded before turning the key and walking into the dark, empty apartment you and Jay called home.

The following days after the party your sleep schedule had become nonexistent and you solely became reliant on coffee in the mornings to keep you going. Then when lunch came around you'd give the lunch Jay made you to someone else, just saying that you weren't hungry and had a big breakfast that morning. Your face had become dull and the spark of happiness in you had quickly faded. You weren't eating and you weren't sleeping.

Now at your last resort to keep awake you had started taking Adderall which was a stimulant you had learned about in your health class. Eventually, you had started taking some alcohol from Jay's cabinet and poured them into your water bottle. Your grades started slipping and now you were at risk of failing a few of your classes.

It was enough to say that you had started coping with what had happened in all the worst ways. It was clear to see you weren't dealing with anything and continued to push it all away with illegal responses.

This morning you had thought that Jay went off to the district early after not hearing a peep from him the whole time. However, Jay had seen the change in your attitude and received a few emails from your teachers about your plummeting grades. He took it upon himself to watch over you and see if you didn't anything different. It wasn't stalking per se, he lived with you and was legally in charge of you until you were to turn 18.

You pulled open the pill bottle you had gotten from one of the dealers at school and popped a few into your mouth. Taking a gulp of coffee to wash them down. As you were about to stuff the pills back into your bag a stern voice spoke up from behind you. Jay had seen the whole thing go down. You were in deep shit.

"Give me those." Jay held his hand out expectantly. You knew that tone of voice from anywhere. It was his cop voice and the only other times he would use it is when you knew you were in a lot of trouble.

Jay scanned the writing on the bottle with furrowed brows, "Adderall? Why are you taking drugs that you shouldn't be?" Jay questioned as he clenched his jaw.

"It's nothing, I just needed them to stay awake." You argued, avoiding his gaze.

"These are prescription drugs, Y/N! I thought you knew better than to take those." Jay chastised.

"They help me focus, all right! I gotta go I'm going to be late." You turned on your heel and headed for the door, slamming it shut while Jay was mid shout for you to turn back around.

The rest of the day at school the only thing that running through your mind was the disappointed look on Jay's face this morning. You made it your mission to come up with an actual apology and not a half-assed one. The only way your apology would have a slight chance of being honest was if you were to tell Jay the truth of what happened. For all, he knew you stayed in that night and knocked out early. He had even noticed that the sweatshirt you had been wearing wasn't yours or his. Simply believing the lie that you said you stole it from Will.

The second you walked in through the door after school you saw Jay standing there with his arms crossed waiting for an explanation. He probably found time in the day to come home the time school let out to get something out of you. You dropped your backpack onto the ground and waiting for Jay to speak up.

"Sit." Jay gestured to the couch.

You plopped yourself down on the couch with a sigh as he stayed standing, probably to assert dominance or whatever it is that guys do. Taking his silence as a cue for you to speak you apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice." You looked down at your hands.

"I just want to know, why?" Jay shook his head.

You avoided his gaze as you went on to explain that in fact, you had gone to a party the night he had to stay late at work to finish a case. The entire time he kept a straight face, but you could see him clenching his jaw into oblivion. You wiped a few strays tears and had to stop for a few moments to continue explaining, but Jay listened intently.

"Can I?" Jay asked before he went to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

You nodded and he leaned into the couch, pulling you into his side. The two of you sat there until his phone went off signaling that he had no choice but head back into work.

"You all right with staying here alone? If not you can just hang out with Trudy." Jay offered as he clipped his badge onto his waistband.

"No, I'll be okay. Can you bring home pizza?" You asked timidly.

"Yeah, of course. I promise I will do my best not to be late tonight." Jay nodded.

"Okay, thank you." You gave him a small smile.

Jay leaned forward to place a kiss on your head before he headed toward the door to leave. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding relieved that he didn't press you for anything else or force you to go to Med where Will would inevitably have to learn what happened. It was enough that you told Jay without full-on sobbing, telling the story again to catch Will up to speed couldn't promise you the same thing.

While Jay was at work it seemed like his head was in another universe entirely. He was obviously preoccupied with what you had told him earlier which prompted Voight to pull him off to the side. The both of them currently stood in his office with the door closed while the rest of intelligence worked on finishing up their current case.

"What's on your mind, Halstead? I've never seen you this out of focus." Voight stood there with his usual stony expression.

Jay let out a defeated sigh, "it's about Y/N."

At the mention of your name Voight immediately perked up. Unbeknownst to you, you had all of intelligence wrapped around your finger whether they liked it or not. He gestured for Jay to continue and he did. He explained everything that you had told him and expressed concern for what it was doing to your wellbeing.

"Did she tell you who did it?" Voight asked.

"No, all she said is that they were on the football team." Jay shook his head with a sigh.

"All right, I think we can hold off on finishing the paperwork while we figure this out." Voight said as he headed toward the door.

Stepping out of his office Voight got the entire unit's attention and began explaining that they had a new case to look into.

"What new case?" Antonio questioned.

"Y/N Halstead's case." Voight announced which made everyone snap their heads to look at him for confirmation. With a slight nod, Voight began to explain what Jay had told him.

Antonio's reaction was predictable, he treated you like you were his own daughter. It also helped that you and Eva were near in age.

"You said she recognized one of the seniors?" Adam asked receiving a nod from Jay in response.

"We could be dealing with larger charges if the guy was 18." Adam explained.

"Did she mention any names?" Kim took a seat in front of her computer.

"Yeah, one. Brayden." Jay nodded.

"I think we should bring both of them in, see if we can identify the group of guys who did this." Voight looked to Jay who nodded before gesturing to Hailey to go with him.

You were sitting boredly on the couch as the movie droned on about how to solve the problem they were dealing with. You don't even remember what movie you were watching except for the fact that it was typical. While you were bundled up on the couch the lock to the door of the apartment turned before the door opened and revealed Jay and Hailey behind it.

"What's going on?" You walked up to Jay.

"I'll explain when we're at the district." Jay said.

A while later Jay and Hailey had driven to another house until Brayden had also been brought to the truck with a look of confusion on his face. You shared a glance with the boy and you only sent him a confused shrug.

Eventually, the four of you had made it back to the district with still no information about what you were doing here. However, you had put two and two together once you saw they brought Brayden along. When you had told Jay you didn't expect him to make this a full-blown case.

They had taken you into Voight's office while they took Brayden into the kitchen area. You sat down in the chair in front of Voight's desk while the others stood out in the bullpen discussing things quietly. The moment Jay had walked into the room he sent you an apologetic look as Voight walked in behind him. Your brother kneeled down in front of you before he began to talk.

"I think it's a good idea that you get a rape kit done." Jay spoke quietly.

Immediately you shook your head, "no, I don't need one."

"You said that they drugged you so we need to be sure." Jay reasoned.

"I think I would know if they did, Jay." You argued.

"Just to be sure, all right?" Jay sighed.

"It's too late though. I remember Will saying it only works 72 hours after what happened max. It's been a week and a half, Jay." You shook your head.

"How do you know that?" Jay questioned.

"I may not be doctor material, but I do occasionally listen when Will talks." You explained.

"Did you get any bruises?" Jay asked.

"I have pictures of them on my phone, but they're pretty much gone now." You shrugged.

"No that's good, pictures are evidence." Jay nodded.

"Do you still have the clothes from that night?" A light bulb went off in Jay's head.

"Yeah, I threw them into the corner of my room." You nodded in confusion.

Jay looked up at Voight and they shared a knowing glance.

"Okay, Hailey and Antonio are going to ask Brayden who and what he saw and we'll see if we can find the group of guys who did this." Jay explained, still kneeling down in front of you.

"Yeah, okay." You nodded quietly.

"I'm gonna head back home and grab those clothes, feel free to bother Adam and Kevin while I'm gone." Jay stood up and gestured to the men standing right outside the door. Once they saw that they were caught they immediately turned their heads the other way and tried to play it off.

"You all right, kid?" Voight asked you.

"I will be. Thank you." You gave him a small smile.

"Don't thank me, it's my job." He gave you a right smile back before walking out and gesturing for Adam and Kevin to come in.

"Hey, kiddo." Adam greeted as he took a seat on top of Voight's desk.

"Hi, Adam." You let out a small laugh.

"Can I give you a hug?" Adam asked.

"Yeah." You nodded softly.

He immediately wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you tightly. In a matter of moments, he began to sway the both of you from side to side which elicited a giggle out of you.

"What's so funny?" Kevin questioned.

"Jay used to do that when I was a kid and he had to leave for deployment. It would always make me feel better." You reminisced.

Once you pulled away there was a buzzing sound which indicated that Jay was back with your clothes. After that everyone went into 'Intelligence Mode' as you liked to call it and went through everything they could to find something about the boys who did this.

It turned out they were all seniors on the football team and based on the descriptions you and Brayden had given them they found them relatively easily. The majority of the guys were eighteen so that meant that they could be charged as adults which made Jay feel better.

In the end, they were charged with infliction of bodily harm because of the drugged water and sexual assault. Not before Antonio and Voight scared the living daylights out of them for hurting you though. You had apologized to Brayden for involving him but he was fine with it and the two of you ended up becoming close friends which resulted in Jay and Will threatening him which made you laugh. Basically, Intelligence would practically do anything for you and that was made pretty clear after the case was closed.

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Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

After some introductions and filming scenes together, you’d feel comfortable with your new friends. Especially after some of them fangirled over you.

Tom (Holland) most definitely fangirled over you, I just feel it😂😂

A few years later they would become your most supportive and dedicated fans (and family).

They’re probably even more dedicated than your fans.

Whenever you drop a new single or a music video, expect them all to share it on every social media account they have.

Tom Hiddleston, who’s barely on social media, would come on just to promote your stuff.

@/ChrisEvans: Hey everyone! Just came to say that @yourtwitterhandle just dropped a new music video and you should all see it! You won’t regret it! Amazing as always @yourtwitterhandle 💙💙💙

@/RobertDowneyJr: The talented and oh so beautiful @yourtwitterhandle just released a music video for her new single! Go ahead and see for yourself to experience the greatness of (y/n)! I’m proud of you sweetheart!❤️

They would even share it on their Instagram stories and post about it because they’re so proud of you🥺

Sebastian and Tom (Holland) would probably post videos of them jamming to your song and yelling at people to listen to it.

Video: Sebastian with 34+35 blasting in the background, “GO LISTEN TO (Y/N)’S NEW ALBUM POSITIONS! DO IT! NOW!”

If you release an album while working on a Marvel movie, they would have little release parties with the whole cast and crew of the movie.

They will have a countdown on some projector and once it hits one everyone would scream and hug you. Then you guys would listen to the whole album with no stops.

When they see you writing in your journal during breaks on set, they would ask if you’re writing new songs.

Sometimes they would even help you brainstorm for lyrics or a concept for a song.

I feel like Evans would be really good at this because he’s good with words.

When they hear you humming something that doesn’t sound familiar they would ask you if it’s a new song.

Scarlett and Lizzie were always excited to hear your stuff.

“Oooo, is that a new song?”

“Come on, (y/n)! Can we get a little snippet please?”

“We promise to not leak it like last time!”

“Yeah! Neither Mark or Tom are here, you’re all good!”

Tom or Mark definitely leaked a few of your songs by accident. Not that they did it on purpose, they just recorded things at the wrong times.

When you sang they would always be quiet and just listen to your voice.

Whenever you hit a high note or sang something that was a bit sassy, there were always some reactions.

Chadwick would really listen to your stuff and just feel the music. When he’s done listening to a song, he would hug you and praise you on how good you did.

Anthony was always your hype man, whether you were singing or answering a question about your music, he will hype you up whenever he can.

“Mmm that’s right, sing it girl.”

“Damn, ya’ll heard that note?!”

“That’s right! Number 1 album in the world, baby. Get with it.”

“Ya’ll heard her right, five Grammy nominations. Gimme some.” He’d brag while fist bumping you.

Sometimes you would catch them singing one of your songs and you would feel all warm and giggly inside because it makes you happy that they enjoy your music.

When you guys aren’t filming and you’re off on tour, they would come to the shows that are in their city or whatever is nearest to them.

Sometimes you wouldn’t even expect them to be there and would be caught off guard while you’re singing.

For example, you were doing a show in New York and all of a sudden you see Paul Rudd just jamming to Thank U, Next in the pit.

“I know they say I move on too fast, but this one gon’ last. ‘Cause her name is— Paul?”

Whenever you guys are promoting new Marvel movies on morning/late night shows, you were always the musical guest.

They were always excited to see you perform. They loved to see you in your element because you always looked like you were having fun and so free. You always stunned them with your talent.

They could never wrap their heads around how you could sing and dance while having so much energy on stage, it truly boggled with their minds.

When they were asked about your music career, they would always say good things because it was true.

RDJ: “She’s just so talented. Like at such a young age, she’s accomplished so much! She’s writing music, releasing album after album, and on top of that she’s working on these films with us! I’m proud of her and proud to say that she’s part of this little family we have. We’re very blessed to have her.”

Brie Larson: “I wish I was like her at that age. I’m so proud of her, she’s a young woman just doing what she loves and not letting people stop her. I’m glad that young girls around the world have her to look up to. She’s going to do amazing things in the future.”

Evans: “Man, have you heard her new album? She really went all in on that one. You know, we’ve seen her grow up into the woman she is today, and you could hear that in her music. I’m glad that we got to experience that and have some kind of part in the legacy she’s building. I hope this means we get to have a musical now.”

Mackie: “That’s our little birdie. Yeah— we call her birdie cause she’s always singing or humming something. You could never have her or Evans together on set, they just burst out singing some random song and everything becomes a musical. No, but in all seriousness, she’s special. The talent she has, you can’t find that in everyone. She’s one in a million.”

They would be so proud of you when you finally win a Grammy or other awards for your music.

There would be videos of them reacting to the moment your name is called for awards like, Album of the Year or Artist of the Year.

When you guys have karaoke night, everyone would fight for you to be on their team.

You could’ve been your own team, but there was no fun in that.

You were like the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles (If you know where that’s from, I love u)

“Robert, she was on your team last time! You can’t have her twice!”

“Watch me, Evans.”

“Ayo! Hold up! Sebastian and I barely get to have (y/n) on our team!”

“You boys are childish! (Y/n)’s going to be on my team with Brie and Lizzie.”

Being part of the Marvel family was one of the many things you were grateful for in your career.

They gave you so much love and support as if they were your real family and you loved them all so much.

Even when their times with Marvel were done, they would still be there to support you no matter what, because they were your number one fans.