#kevin reader insert

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Lab Monster + Clown Reader-

Scientist: I'm sure this all must be very alarming to you, but in attempt to domesticate this creature we introduced it to your show and it seems to have formed some sort of bond with you. It has been rather irate lately and we hope by bring you on site will help.

You: This is definitely a lot to take in... but I'm always happy to meet a fan!

[The scientist leads you to a cell where a large monster stands in a corner, hugging one of your dolls]

You: Um... Hi there.. I heard you've been feeling down recently and I'm here to help! What would you like to do?

[The creature looks between you and the doll. Making direct eye contact, it proceeds to kiss the doll - small tuffs of fluff decorating the floor. As it pulls away its long tongue remains drilled in the hole it made in the doll's face. It points at the doll then you.]

You: Oh.. That.. isn't what I was expecting

Scientist: Believe me - it's done worse

[reevesdriver]

Mr. Dutton: Part 2 (NSFW)

Anon request: "John Dutton X reader have been dating for a while now and they’re sneaking around the house like teenagers, but they get caught by Beth. They could be caught making out in his office late and she barges in."

Word count: 996 (Bit short I know)

Reader: Female reader

Character(s): John Dutton

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Secret Relationship / Shower Sex / Dads Best Friend /

Support Me: Kofi

Part 1

Ever since that heated night where you took your best friends dad for the ride of his life John was unable to keep his hands off you. A few subtle glances here and some touching there drove the both of you mad. A few weeks had passed since that night and you hadn't had the chance to spend time with one another since the house was almost always full.

After a long morning of tending to the horses and doing housework around the Dutton ranch you opted for a hot shower to wash all the dirt and grime off of you. The house was empty, aside from John who was sat in his office on the phone to someone. Deciding not to disturb him whilst he was on a call you turned the shower on and waited for it to get warm before stripping your clothes and jumping in under the spray of water.

You looked down at the grime and first that was being rinsed down the plughole when you heard the bathroom door opening. "John?" You ask to the figure on the other side of the glass.

The sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor made your cheeks flush red and soon your question was answered when John pulled open the door to the shower and stepped inside, immediately embracing you. "You could've told me you were havin' a shower darlin', I would've joined you sooner."

"You were on the phone, didn't want to disturb you."

He hummed. "I'd rather be with you than dealing with bullshit." He says before kissing you softly. "Been a while since we've had anytime to ourselves."

His hands wander from around your body down to your waist and then over the curve of your ass where he grabs handfuls of the flesh pulling you against his body roughly. You feel his hardened cock prodding your soft belly, running a hand from his back you traced his sides before taking a hold of his cock in your palm.

"Quit teasing' me." John hissed as you gently squeezed his length. You laugh and in an instant he has your legs wrapped around him and your back pinned to the wall of the shower. His cock is sheathed inside of you and your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck as he manages to life you up and down on his length.

He may not look it but John was a strong man. Years working on the ranch had worked in his favour and you knew that you didn't have to worry about him dropping you as he fucked you harder. "C'mon baby." He says between pants and kisses. You clench around his cock as you cum and John follows soon after, his seed dripping out of you when he pulls his cock from your throbbing pussy.

The pair of you share more kisses in-between getting each other washed under the spray of water before eventually John drags you out of the bathroom to get dried and dressed. You slip into some comfy clothes and dump your dirtied ones into the laundry basket ready to be washed later on.

Later that day, when the house was clean and you'd finished putting your laundry away you found yourself walking to Johns office. With a gentle knock at the door you heard his gruff voice call from the other side telling you to enter, John sat at his desk with a cup of coffee in his hand. His cowboy hat had been taken off and placed beside a stack of papers that slowly piled up on his desk.

"Hey darlin'" He said with a smile as he sat back in his chair and watched as you closed the door and crossed the room. Picking his black hat up you dropped it on your head and sat perched on the edge of his desk in front of him. His hands immediately wrapped around your frame and you pulled him to your chest. "You're lookin' mighty stressed again John, anything I can do to help?" You say with a smirk.

"I'm sure there's a few things you could do for me." He laughs and you hum in content. Lifting his head from your chest John moves to capture your lips with his, he stands and pulls you off the desk and to your feet so he can hold you against his body easier. The height difference between the two of you barely affects the kiss since you stand on your tip-toes to reach him.

Your breathing deepens and as you press yourself to him the pair of you fail to hear the thudding of boots as Johns only daughter, and your best friend, storms her way to the office with a determined look on her face. “Daddy I can’t even tell you how mad I am.” She says entering the office. You jolt away from one another and turn to face the youngest Dutton who isn’t at all fazed with what was in front of her.

You stare at her, like a dear caught in the headlights and Beth laughs. "Don't look so worried, I already knew you two had a thing going on. You might wanna be quiet next time you're fucking."

Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment and you quickly return Johns hat to the spot on the desk that you took it from. Moving from your lover you hastily leave the room and head back to your own and shut the door behind you. Throwing yourself on your bed you stare at the wooden beams spreading across the ceiling when there's a knock at your door.

As you sit up the door opens and Beth takes a step into the room. "Beth, I-I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner." You stammer out an apology and she smiles.

"You've nothin' to apologise for, not seen my daddy so happy in a long while. Just don't break his heart."

"I won't."

[dinogoofymutated]

And the winner of the last Poll is... Haunted Mansion!

I'm sad to see Hocus Pocus go, but it will have a chance at redemption! Besides that, it's time to pick a character!

Winning poll: Haunted Mansion

You've recently moved into an old, spooky mansion that your great-aunt left you in her will. It's been uninhabited for years but is strangely well-kept. You're sure you live here alone, but every once in a while you can't shake the feeling of being watched… What could it be?

[mistwalkers-menagerie]

“Trevathan?”

“Yes, Caesar?”

“What is “tooth” in latin?”

“Dens, Caesar.”

Proximus frowns. “Dense? Same as "stupid"?”

Trevathan knew if he chuckled now, the Caesar would misinterpret it, even if it was in genuine delight and not ridicule.

“No, Caesar, it's uh... different spelling.”

“Hmpf.”

Proximus strokes his injured finger as you sit at his feet, Sylva in the process of removing your muzzle to give you a drink of water. Then the Caesar smirks, one fang showing.

“Dens is a fine name for her, yes?”

So this thingy wanted to come out. Proximus comes across you after you fled your colony due to "philosophical differences" concerning apes. After a rocky start, you got what you left for. Well, more than you bargained for. You got a mouth on you Proximus pretends he doesn't care for, but you're pretty much the only person who keeps him on his toes. You're just confused because you have Stockholm Syndrome or some shit.

If you like unhealthy power dynamics and Doofus Maximus' cocky ass, this might interest you. Will contain dark themes, topics and descriptions. I'm a pantser so I wing most of my fics, I feel like Dead Dove isn't warranted as of yet, but it very well might be so you've been warned

[supercap2319]

Percy 1: "You don't have a crush on our dads, right, Y/N?"

Percy2: "Yeah, because that would be weird, dude."

Y/N: "Of course I don't. That would be wrong. Besides, why would I be crushing on your fathers?" *Turns to see the different versions of Poseidon coming out of the sea in tight speedos* "Because they're not hot or sexy at all. Dripping wet, all muscular in very tight speedos looking all daddish."

[hanasnx]

she’s a good girl.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: daddy kink use of the word “dad” | no foreplay | sexual content | fem reader.

“Can you pass me that ratchet, sweets?” KEVIN LEVIN asks, pointing vaguely in the direction of his tool box which is haphazardly disarrayed in a mess on the floor. You set your drink down—the one he bought you as penance so you’d stay out of his way while he worked—and creep over, carefully toeing over his propped up legs. If he pulled out from under the car now he’d see up your skirt.

“Sure thing, Dad.” you respond without thinking anything of it, bending over to reach into the toolkit. A loud bang makes you jump out of your skin, a full body prickle travels up your spine as he loudly curses. He kicks out, his foot connecting with the box to send it sliding, careening the garage door with a clatter. You watch it with wide, curious eyes. Before you get a chance to chase it, Kevin rolls out from under the car with a scowl on his severe expression and clutching his hand.

“What’d you just—“ he begins in an angry seethe, pained from whatever accident was inflicted on his greased hand. However, that glare in his face melts, taken aback by the view as you sheepishly stand over him like a deer-in-headlights. A light pink dusts the crest of his cheeks as he closes his mouth promptly, swallowing hard at the sight of your backside on display for him. Suddenly, he doesn’t care so much about the throb in his hand, and he certainly forgets your odd nickname, the outline of your cunt in your little panties at the forefront of his mind.

Another thing this car is good for—besides constantly breaking down without his gentle and loving maintenance—is how a pretty body looks on the hood. It takes no time at all before he’s thrown you on it, cooping you up there like a pin-up girl while he hastily unbuckles his pants. The mere sound of it dampens you, and you watch with bated breath and eager interest.

“You ready for me, baby? Didn’t wash my hands.” He glances at you, manhandling you into a closer position while the head of his cock nudges at the wet fabric over your pussy.

“Mm-hm, Dad, I am.” you reply without hesitation, clinging onto his arm as he keeps you up on the hood, your legs folded up on either side of you.

In the middle of those filthy fingers deftly pulling your panties to the side, his gaze meets yours deliberately with a couple spacey blinks. He shrugs it off. “You call me the weirdest shit.” Yanking the elastic aside, he strokes at your folds with his tip, and you whimper at the glimpse of pleasure. Getting fucked on his car is usually pretty rough, but nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to how he pins you down and fucks your brains out, big hands shoved under your backside to bring you into his harsh pace. All the while he’s breathlessly coaxing you in your ear, “What’d you call me again? Say that shit again… Wanna hear it… Gets you so fucking wet, you’re a fuckin’ freak, you know that?”

[panbotter]

So guys.... I did draw X-Men self insert fanart

Leave me alone stop bullying me ok (literally no one is saying anything)

There's two because I forgot I was a ginger now (my roots are way grown out though)

Inspired off of this video I came across on Instagram that I took a screenshot of

Let's not discuss how bad the drawing is okay? Just... Indulge with me

Thanks

Bye

[junkdrawerfics]

the flustered detective

Kevin Ryan X Reader

Listen, I know this isn't Twilight, and I know this is like, a super random character that probably has such a small following, but I love him sooooo much, and had to write for him. So sue me, I'll probably write more for him.

Summary: You make Detective Ryan very nervous and everyone knows it. Even you. So yah, that's it, just a cute little fic about flustered Ryan.

Word Count: 1001

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“Just go talk to her, man.”

Ryan jumps, jolted from his thoughts as his partner slaps him on the back. He casts Esposito a scowl, straightening his ruffled vest.

“I can’t just…talk to her,” he sighs out, defeat burning behind his tone, “I can barely get a word out when she’s around me!”

“I know,” Esposito snickers, “it’s pretty pathetic, actually.”

The glare leveled at him is deadly. Esposito holds his hands up defensively, inching away with a smirk still glued to his face.

“Sorry. Just saying. You need to man up and grow a-“

“What does Ryan need to do?” 

The sound of high heels clicking along the precinct floor makes both men go stock still. Beckett rounds the corner of her desk, fine brow raised as she lets her gaze drift between the two detectives. Castle pops up behind her, smiling ear to ear, which is never a good thing.

“I believe Espo here was trying to give our friend, Ryan, a little advice on his women troubles,” he hums, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Don’t worry, Ryan, I’m sure we can-“

“No, no no,” Ryan jumps to his feet before Castle can come up with another wild concoction of a plan. “I do not need advice from you-“ He points a finger at Javier and then spins to Castle. “And I definitely don’t need help from you, mister three divorces.” 

“It was two actually…” the writer mutters, looking at his shoes like a kicked puppy. 

Ryan gives him a pointed look, as if what he said sounds any better, “My point exactly. Listen, guys, I’m fine! I am perfectly capable of talking to (Y/n) myself.”

“Talking to me about what?”

The group freezes. Except Kate, who watches over the rim of her coffee cup, eyes dancing with amusement as Ryan goes beet red. You glance between the four, eyes wide with confusion as the men pass each other “looks”. They’re always so secretive, like they’re kids trying to carry out an awful plan. It’s more endearing than it is insulting, though. Esposito makes a show of shoving Ryan’s shoulder, making him face you before he saunters off to the break room.

“What’s going on, Ryan?” You ask as Beckett drags Castle off by the ear, against his dramatic protests.

“Oh, uh, with, with us? Nothing, we just um,” he coughs, blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. How cute. You fight back a smile, settling with a look of amusement that only seems to fluster him more. “We were just talking about a case! Yah a case. And I was going to…ask for your help?”

“Really?” You hum, head tilting ever so slightly. Ryan’s jaw clenches and he nods, lips pressed together tightly. You almost want to tease him a little more, see how far the blush goes, but you’re afraid his poor heart might give out. “Okay. I can help with your case! As long as Kate’s onboard.”

“Yah, yah, she, um, she’s totally onboard.” Ryan cringes at the lie. Hopefully Beckett won’t mind. 

“Great!” You smile, sticking out your hand. “I look forward to working with you, Detective Ryan.”

He nods again, rushing to take your outstretched hand. You giggle as he fumbles. Heat creeps up Ryan’s neck, and man, he wishes he could just say something smooth like Javier, or witty like Castle, but all he can do is laugh awkwardly, heart racing a mile a minute. Just because he’s holding your hand.

He’s a grown man, he chastises himself, a detective for the NYPD. He can break down doors and take on criminals, hell, even face torture, but the feeling of your hand in his? That’s what makes him crumble.

The man looks to be seconds from passing out, you realize, chest aching with something fond. You give his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Hey,” you whisper, and those gorgeous blue eyes snap up to yours, wide and uncertain in a way you’ve never seen. It makes your chest ache even worse and your smile turns uncharacteristically soft for just a moment. “Easy tiger. You're doing great.”

That seems to help. Ryan forces his muscles to relax, taking a deep breath and nodding slowly. You give his hand one final squeeze. Your hands are so small compared to his, and not covered in calluses or scars, a thought he tries not to linger on as you slip away back to your desk. Just in time for his team to make a reappearance.

“Sooo?” Javier leans in front of him, eyebrows wagging, “What did you say, mister ‘I can talk to her myself’?”

“I um.” Ryan passes a hand over his neck, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation in his palm. Or maybe trying to lock it in his memory. “I may have…invited her onto the case?”

His partner's face falls. Esposito shakes his head, muttering disappointment under his breath, “Are you serious, man?”

“Yah, are you serious?” Kate presses, faking a frown. It’s impossible to be mad after watching that…ordeal play out. But she’s not one to miss an opportunity to mess with them. Just a little payback.

“It just-“ Ryan slumps back into his desk, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. “-happened. I didn’t know what else to say, okay? I just- I have the words in my head, and then she’s in front of me, and it’s like-“ He purses his lips, blowing out a sigh of frustration.

“It’s like everything gets scrambled and nothing fits together anymore,” Castle murmurs (casting a knowing glance towards Beckett, who returns it with a warning glare).

“Exactly. I just…I like her so much, you know?”

“Nope.”

Ryan just about socks Esposito in the face, glowering up at him, “Very helpful, Javi.”

“I understand, Ryan,” Kate offers.

“You do?” He perks up hopefully.

“Yah. I remember I had a hard time talking to this one guy I really liked…you know, back in middle school.”

Ryan groans, “I have no sanctuary.”

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When I tell you I would die for this man-

[witchofthesouls]

I think I found the embodiment of Cat!Megatron high off his aft on expired catnip but don't know who's the victim for this spectacle. Definitely not the victorious ceiling fan.

I do hear the horrified scream of 'MAXIPAD!' from the pincushion to this alien warlord turned cat.

https://www.tumblr.com/gougerre/747489749123645440?source=share

There are two victims here.

Megatron's dignity because he crashed into the wall and Optimus/Cinnamon/Cinnabuns was laughing so hard that Prime fell off the couch and still wheezing for air.

And Kevin's safety because he has a talent of taking perfectly timed photos and videos, and Megatron will never forgive him.

[amor-ad-nauseam]

Silly one shot with my oc and tfw cause I have writers block

Notes; takes place during season 9, angel!oc

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Sam jolts awake to the sound of a loud crash coming from somewhere in the bunker. Adrenaline surges through his every synapse so quickly he doesn’t even remember grabbing his gun or racing out of the door.

What he didn’t expect to find when he reached his target was the group of 4 idiots standing before him. Castiel, Dean, Lailah, and Kevin each wore an expression of a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “What the hell…” he trailed off, his eyes slowly moving through the room.

Lailah and Kevin were crouched on the floor covered head to toe in flour. They were attempting to scoop what looked like it was supposed to be dough (but was all too sticky) back into a now dented metal bowl. “Oh…hey, Saammm,” Lailah said, drawing out his name in a guilty manner.

“We didn’t wake you, did we?” Castiel asked. He and Dean were stood over by the stove. Dean, one hand on an oven knob ready to preheat and the other holding a bowl which conjoined he and Castiel. Cas’ other hand was stopped in its tracks, whisking a pot of butter.

“It looks like a damn bakery threw up on you guys,” Sam stated in confusion as he tucks his gun into the waistband of his pajama pants.

“…We wanted cinnamon rolls,” Kevin said in a small voice.

“Yeah,” Dean conceded. “And you’ve been on your health-nut-rabbit-food crap all week.”

“Sooo, you guys all decided to have a secret midnight baking party without me?”

The room echos with murmurs of “yeah.” And “pretty much.” Sam frowns.

Dean passes Cas the bowl with cinnamon sugar, Kevin and Lailah unpause their attempted scooping and Cas stirs. Sam watches as the four stooges begin to gradually settle back into their previous occupations and while his adrenaline rush was gone, his grogginess and confusion seemed as though they were here to stay.

“Lai, you don’t even eat…?” He said, half a statement, half a question.

“And yet I was invited to the secret baking party.” She shrugs, looking over her shoulder at him.

Sam sighs, rolling up his sleeves, he goes to help Kevin and Lailah clean the sticky doughy mess from the floor.

“If you can’t beat em, join em.” Sam mutters to himself.

[halsteadlover]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❝ Some stories may be 18+ as they contain smut and/or detailed descriptions of content that may be upsetting, so if you’re underage and see a mark next to a story please do not read. I’ll always try to carefully highlight the warnings before each fic but it can happen I forget some of them, in that case feel free to notify me with an ask. ❞

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• ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔤𝔬 𝔓𝔇

☾ 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

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• 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔞 𝔒𝔫𝔢

☾ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

☾ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

[heartfullofleeches]

Clown Doll Reader with a few different Yans (Lab Monster, Murder Clowns, Crime Boss, Bodyguard and Co-Host)

"Introducing the new Cloudy Acres Talking Clown Doll! Equipped with over a hundred phrases - this extra soft, extra cuddly plush will be all yours for ages of fun, friendship, and when you're in need of a big hug. Cherry scented!"

Lab Monster

The recording pauses. Beady eyes swift to anger center on the doll held in spindly limbs, a medium for the entity's rage found in the stitched smile. Its dripping jowls nuzzle and nip at the soft fabric skin; slinder talons yanking the toy's plastic cord.

"Are you having a good day? Mine's spectacular, cause I'm with you!"

The creature croons, raising its pitch to match the toy's bubbly air. "Youuu." It sinks its face into the doll's plush body, chirping and cooing with glee. Its coarse tongue tears at the doll's mouth stitching at it drags the slippery muscle back up to its lips, screwing into the fabric. The onlookers immediately look away, turning to face each other.

"I still don't see the reason we enable it so much. It's speech recognition has improved greatly, but this attachment to this television host could be a crutch in the future."

"Its hostility levels have greatly decreased since this introduction to the outside world. We only have one caretaker out on medical leave now rather than four in a body bag."

"True, but I still think we should cut these ties eventually."

"We really shouldn't have this discussion on free dress day. I can clearly see the signed shirt you're wearing."

Murder Clowns

The group of technicolor fiends crowd around their leader with their own mini idols in arms as said ringling pulls the string on their doll and holds it in the air.

"Smile!"

Cheers and hollers rivaling crowds twenty times their number break out within the group; the screams of those beside them as infectionous as the little clown's happy jingle and rebounding off each other. One of the clown's holding the truck driver at the back corner of the vehicle lightly smacks the back of his head - tears flowing anew.

"That means you too."

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Crime Boss

The tired store clerk rubs sleep from their eyes as they look up at the imposing figure. "Please- we haven't unloaded the shipment of those dolls yes. I'm sure you're child can wait until tomorrow morning..."

The boss nods at their on hand lackey. Without hesitation, they pull the gun from their holster and point it at his face. "I'm sure others can wait, but I have a meeting at dawn and I'd like to take what's mine before those greasy brats damage the whole stock so if you would be so kind - hand over the fucking keys."

Bodyguard and Co-Host

"Dont look so down. Lemme kiss everything better! Mwah, mwah."

Your bodyguard pushes the doll out of their face, swallowing the urge to your co-star in their puckered lips no matter how hard it fights to the surface. Mini you's were strapped to them everywhere the eye could see. From their hoodie pockets to their arms and atop their head - your co-star happily showed off their collect and used them to tease your poor guard.

"Look at this one. Limited edition, and they glow in the dark. Not supposed to come out unless next year! Such a cutie aren't they?"

"I don't care. Leave me alone." Your bodyguard pushes past your co-star who juggles the plushies and uses their body as a cushion before they hit the ground. Your guard speed walks away, glancing around every corner with each turn. Alone in your dressing room, they pull a doll from their pocket and tug its wire.

"I love you!"

They flush, smiling from ear to ear.

[juniperwoodwell]

Send in your requests! No limitations, let your imaginations run wild! I really want to write for Keanu and his characters.

Here's my ✨Masterlist✨ where all the characters I will write for are. Including keanuverse.

(Gif Credit is Pinterest-)

[achenetype]

What would happend if Raven reader never left the nest?👁️ Love ur writing

THIS SPARKED SOMETHING IN ME OH MG GOD

MDNI; implied sex, hand wavey consent, abuse, raven-typical cult behavior and stockholm syndrome, riko is his own warning, injury/violence

listening to: sea, swallow me by cocteau twins

you can’t leave the nest, for a multitude of reasons. some of the other ravens still see their families; they go home for a weekend or for spring break every once in a while. they cite living close to the university, their parents being concerned or overprotective.

your family lives thousands of miles away and they hate you, so you stay at the nest. winter break, spring, summer. you know how edgar allan university looks baked in heat, drenched in rain, blanketed in snow.

riko moriyama and kevin day become your lifeline. he never leaves either. you spend more time together with them than you do with any of the other ravens, running perfect laps on castle evermore’s perfect court until all three of you are out of breath. you suck sparkling air into your lungs and laugh on the way back to your dorm, riko’s arms around your and kevin’s shoulders. perfect, perfect, perfect.

riko becomes captain and that perfection turns icelike and cold. he pushes everyone to their limits, especially himself. you and kevin push back. most of the other ravens are too scared to, but the three of you are perfect perfect perfect, the three of you are brilliant and nothing can stop you.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters kevin’s hand and you spend hours picking up the pieces.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters at the same time as your arm, when he does the same thing to you.

you spend weeks in recovery. riko sits at your bedside, murmuring apologies. murmuring we had to make it look believable, murmuring im so sorry.

your arm heals. clean break. clean hole where kevin used to be. clean, perfect number one, riko moriyama.

you still love him, which you’re not sure is a fact or a weapon. he is too tangled in you to separate what you are from what he is, and who hasn’t been cruel, in the nest? who hasn’t broken someone else to get ahead?

you have. riko has. this makes you a perfect match.

neil josten, newly rechristened nathaniel wesninski and number four, leaves as soon as he appears. some part of you resents him for it but a bigger part is, selfishly, grateful for riko’s attention to be back on you. you want your place by his side back—you want your life back.

you can’t leave the nest even when riko beats jean within an inch of his life. you can’t leave when that girl from the foxes appears and whisks him away, when riko breaks a window and punches a hole in the wall and screams about how his perfect court is falling apart.

everything is falling apart, you want to tell him. everything is falling apart and we can’t do a damn thing about it.

(instead you kiss his knuckles and help clean the glass off of the floor. instead you murmur distractions: how good his form was today, how pretty he looks with blood in his teeth, how you want him to shove you up against the court wall and take whatever he wants. you’d give it to him anyways. you’ve given it before, given everything else.)

(you fall asleep that night feeling hollow. riko’s arms around you and his head on your chest are no comfort. you want to hate yourself in a new, sick way, something that sways in your stomach and makes you want to puke or slash your wrists open like one of the freshman backliners did last week.)

(you want to hate yourself, but you can’t.)

and you can’t leave, either.

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KEVIN, WE NEED TO TALK! Part 4

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⚠️ More Mentions of School Shootings!!!!

You go to Kevin’s house to tell you’re pregnant.

Walking up to Kevin’s front door, you swallowed your nerves and knocked. After about 30 seconds, the door opened, and there he stood. He looked so beautiful. The way his black hair fell over his dark brown eyes always left you speechless. It took everything in you to not just throw yourself into his arms right then and there, but you were here for a reason. A very important reason.

You were staring behind him, trying to figure out how you should tell him. “Earth to Y/N,” Kevin said as he waved his hand in front of your face. You blinked rapidly a few times to clear your vision and then turned to him. “Why are you here? You haven’t even spoken to me in months,” Kevin said, crossing his arms. “I, I um,” you began as you nervously wiped your palms on your pant legs. Something you only did when you were anxious. Kevin’s face morphed from annoyance to concern. “Are you okay,” he asked? You slowly lifted your eyes until they locked with his. You shook your head just as tears started falling down your face. “Come inside,” Kevin said as he extended a hand to you. You took it and allowed him to pull you through the door.

He led you into the kitchen, and you sat down on one of the bar stools that lined his kitchen island. Kevin handed you a glass of water and sat down next to you. “What’s going on,” Kevin asked? You were about to answer when you noticed the box of metal bike locks and his bow and arrow sitting on the floor next to his backpack. You turned back to him with wide eyes. “You’re really going to go through with this,” you asked? Kevin looked up at you. “Yeah I am. Don’t go to school today. Just go back home and tell your dad you’re sick or something,” Kevin said. “Kevin… please don’t do this. I love you,” you said as you reached for his hand. Kevin pulled his hand away and scoffed. “Yeah right. As if you could still love me after realizing all the rumors at school were true. I’m a monster Y/N. I always have been, I always will be. My mom knows it, and now you know it. So give me one good reason why I shouldn’t do this,” Kevin said. “Because I don’t want our child to grow up without his father,” you said, staring into Kevin’s eyes. “Our.. our what,” Kevin stuttered. You reached into your purse and pulled out the pregnancy tests, and set them on the counter. “Our baby,” you said. Kevin grabbed the tests and looked at them. He set them down and looked at you with tears in his eyes. “OMG, you’re pregnant with my baby,” Kevin said as he got up and began pacing around the kitchen. “Yeah, well, you didn’t ask about birth control before you came in me. I would have gotten a Plan B, but I had been so distracted after finding your notebook,” you said, looking down at your still flat stomach.

“Well, have you thought about what you want to do,” Kevin asked? “Not until I know how far along I am,” you said. “Have you made any appointments yet,” Kevin asked? “I only found out last night, and then I came directly here when I woke up,” you said. “Well, let me know when the appointment is so I can come with you,” Kevin said. That surprised you. You were sure that Kevin was going to tell you to leave the moment you told him you were pregnant. “You want to come with me,” you asked, turning to face Kevin? Kevin raised an eyebrow at you. “Why wouldn’t I want to come,“ he asked? “I just assumed you wouldn’t want to,” you said as tears fell down your face. Kevin furrowed his brow at you. “Why would you think that,” he asked? “Because we’re still in high school. We’ve barely gotten to live our own lives, and now we have to take care of another human being? It didn’t seem fair to you,” you said as you began biting your thumb nail. “Yeah well it takes two to tango, and I should have realized you weren’t on birth control because you were a virgin,” Kevin said as he sat back down on the back stool next to you.

You start crying, and Kevin puts his arm around you. “Hey, why don’t we stay here today? We can cuddle and order food, maybe watch a movie,” Kevin suggested. You nodded your head, and Kevin got up. He offered you his hand. You took it, and the two of you walked up the steps to his bedroom.

“Kevin,” you asked as you sat down on the end of his bed? “Yes, sweetheart,” Kevin said, turning towards you? “What did you mean when you said you didn’t want to hurt me anymore,” you asked, looking him in the eyes. Kevin sighed. “Back when you first started trying to ask me out, I wasn’t interested. It was when I had first started planning to shoot up our school, and I thought you were bringing too much attention. I kept trying to let you down easy, but you just kept coming back. When I asked you out on that date, I had planned to hurt you just enough to scare you away, but when I picked you up… you looked so beautiful. I realized that I had never had anyone care enough to actually try to get to know me. The way you actually cared what I had to say, it was something I wasn’t used to. I think I started loving you that night, I just didn’t know that’s what those feelings meant. Hell, I didn’t think I was capable of feeling those things,” Kevin said, as he gently pulled your chin up until your eyes locked on his. You stared into his dark brown eyes and found nothing but love and adoration. “I love you, Y/N! I promise that I will never do anything to hurt you or this baby. So if you decide to keep it, I’ll be here,” Kevin said. “I love you too, Kevin,” you responded.

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"Move over, brother. I'm claiming that demigod for myself, and for Jason." Zeus said as he pushed past Poseidon. The latter grabbed his brother's arm. And looked him in the eyes.

"I think not, brother. I have already claimed this for Perseus and myself."

They both looked on to see the demigod in question chatting with their kids.