#kevin: everything is under control

[cvnntagious]

Hold It Down

☆ a Fuckboy!Matt Sturniolo blurb

His hands tugged at the roots of your hair. The way his head was thrown back with his mouth agape was enough to send you into a frenzy. He panted like a dog beneath you, whimpering every so often as his hands roamed everything near him for some grounding. "Fuck– Love you so much."

"Liar," You panted out, still bouncing on his cock. Your palms rested on his chest as he let out a strained chuckle at your words.

"J- just keep going," He whined. He grabbed your hips tightly, helping you to bounce harder on him, occassionally grinding you on his dick to let out the prettiest groans.

Each brush of his tip against your sweet spot had you practically squealing, collapsing on top of him and burying your face in his neck when he took control. He turned his head to kiss your temple as the two of you moaned. "You're insane, Matt. Insane."

He smiled, stopping your movements on top of him. "Is that a good thing?" He questioned breathlessly, lifting you to switch positions. He now hoovered over you, holding your chin to force you to look at him. "You always give in to me anyways."

"You said I was gonna-" You started, hand reaching up to hold his tattooed bicep.

"Changed my mind."

With that, he began thrusting into you again - quick and rough. He continued holding your chin, now pushing it upwards as he practically choked you.

Strained moans escaped your lips. You began trembling beneath him, unable to tell him you were close. He continued his scrambling of your brain for a bit longer, only to slow his movements and let go of your chin just as you're about to reach your high. He leaned in to kiss under your jaw. "You're so close, I feel it," He teased you, "But I'm gonna make this last, alright sweetheart? Show you I'm not just here to get my dick wet anymore."

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"If I'm a dog on a leash, this the right song / Love is free, we can get it with the lights on." -Kevin Gates

W/C: 299

a/n : this's really short, but as soon as i saw the pic matt posted last night i decided i needed to give y'all at least a lil sum to work with while i extremely slowly get these dreaded requests done

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[ninyard]

Very very eye-opening to realize that Andrew and Kevin weren’t attached at the hip for Andrew’s sake because Andrew was possessive and controlling, but for Kevin’s sake because it was what he needed

See you can’t send me stuff like this and not expect me to go insane about it

I always think about their first meeting - the scouting, when Andrew went to Edgar Allan and played for them and turned down their contract. Why does Kevin trust him so much? Why does Andrew insist on keeping him safe?

Then I think about the night/day they first met again after that - as I always do. Kevin, hand mangled and unrecognisable, and Andrew sits at his bedside as Wymack and Abby plead for him to be nice. Maybe the first thing Andrew asks him is if Riko did it, and Kevin can’t hide it. He doesn’t have the energy to keep up the act.

I think about Kevin, then, desperate and scared, begging Andrew to stay by his side, crying out for his help. He’d never been outside of the nest for this long. He didn’t know anybody else, but he knew he trusted him. Kevin with tears on his puffy and tired face saying I need you to stay with me because I can’t survive without him. Do you think Andrew heard the Stockholm syndrome in his voice? Did he check Kevin’s body for scars inflicted on him by the king? Did he agree because he saw an abused child begging for help, or because he had no other choice?

Look at Jean - he was in the nest for five years. Kevin was there practically his whole life. I think Andrew had to spend most of his time with Kevin just teaching him how to survive. How to live outside of the nest. Andrew sees the panic in his eyes every time he leaves him alone for longer than a minute. He sees what the lasting consequences of the nest are - and he takes him in. He teaches him how to be a human. He lets his teammates think it’s because he’s chosen Kevin as his new toy, he lets them think his defensiveness is possessiveness. Andrew doesn’t correct them when they assume the wrong things about his relationship with Kevin.

Oh sure, Kevin gave Andrew “purpose” and something to live for. But Andrew gave him a lifeline. He extended a hand because he was certain Kevin wouldn’t survive without it. He gave him everything he asked for - a partner, someone to keep him safe, someone to make sure he was never alone. Andrew adjusts everything because of Kevin. He has to train him back into normal hours of practice, into normal eating habits and sleeping habits. He has to bit by bit, piece by piece, put together the story of Kevin Day so he can make sure he survives losing everything. Every tiny bit of structure. Every reason to live for torn out from under his feet. Maybe Andrew sees parts of himself in Kevin’s hopelessness. Maybe he’s just determined to make sure he gets through this.

Kevin has always needed Andrew more than Andrew has needed him. Since the very beginning.

[diejager]

Hi can you please do a stepdad!Konig and dbf!Horangi where reader sneaks out one night with her boy bestfriend and Konig and Horangi dont find out until they see her text messages about going to the gas station in the middle of the night and grabbing snacks or something😋 love ur work btw.

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, stepcest, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, tell me if I missed any.

You hadn’t meant to sneak out, you were just lonely and missed your friend, the boy who lived just across from your house : Kevin. König had - wrongfully - banned you from seeing him, demanding you to stop spending time the your childhood friend despite not having any right to deny you of seeing your friend, especially as an adult. You fought them on it, both him and Horangi, loud and vicious to the point where your mother had to step in. She too, had no issue in letting you see Kevin or any other friends when you felt like it, you were an adult, old enough to be and be held responsible of your decisions.

You felt vindicated, having your mother tell her husband to back off, to let you do as you wanted because she trusted you and trusted Kevin, having watched you grow up laughing and playing as kids to young adults. She hadn’t understood where König stood with this impulsive decision, but had shrugged him off and whispered to you with the cheekiest grin you knew:

“You could always sneak out, sweetie. I remember jumping out of the window to go clubbing with my friends.”

While you weren’t planning on going clubbing any time soon, you were grateful for her little advice, her smile infectiously making you grin back at her. 

And you too it to heart after König and Horangi had stopped you from meeting Kevin, Elisa or any other friend you made during your life. You slipped out under the guise of going tot he closest gas station or convenient store (whichever came first) to buy a few bags of chips or candies that you ran out at home, a sudden crave for it at night. It technically wasn’t a lie, you did have a slight craving for sweets at the gas station where you’d meet Kevin at, planning on spending an hour or two at a park and catch up on the weeks spent apart. 

He let you rant on and on about your stepdad’s oppressiveness, his strive to separate you from any male figure in your life and the sudden controlling behaviour. You spoke about everything except their wandering hands, grabbing you left and right, bruising your skin with their harsh grasp and rough hands, and their hungry eyes, staring shamelessly and drooling until they had you beneath them, naked for their eyes to devour. Kevin let you scream your heart out and you did the same, listening to his woes and plight, his recent breakup with his boyfriend and his family’s disappointment in his attraction to men more so then women.

Then your little hazy of happiness, comforting and warm, shattered at your ringtone, König’s name glaring at you from our screen. You grimaced, frowning in irritation as much Kevin felt annoyance at König and Horangi’s constant involvement in your life. You wanted to ignore the call, let it go to voicemail, but he’d chew you out eventually, your punishment worse than the one planned if you had answered him. 

“Hello?”

“Come home.”

His voice was deep and gravelly. He was angry at you, wrongfully so, but you weren’t going to fight him on it, knowing it would get you nowhere.

“Okay…”

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[axeeglitter]

Thank you Aunty!

Kevin stood at the bottom of the stairs, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of his hoodie. The faint hum of the video game console came from his brother’s room upstairs—his game console, the one he hadn’t seen in over a week. Tom, his older brother, had broken his own during one of his infamous rage fits and, as usual, had claimed Kevin’s without asking. Now, Kevin had to muster the courage to go into the lion’s den to retrieve what was rightfully his.

It had always been like this. Tom dominated the house, dominated everything—whether it was sports, academics, or the social scene, Tom excelled effortlessly while Kevin faded into the background. Kevin had learned to keep his head down, to avoid confrontation, and find solace in his small, private world of video games and fantasy. In the confines of his bedroom, Kevin could indulge in the quiet, inner life that made him feel safe. But that was hard to do without it.

Kevin was the exact opposite of his brother. He didn’t exhale cockiness or manly attitude. He was someone kind, a good friend, someone that everybody could rely on. He was good in classes and next year he’ll become the Teacher Assistant and own a small salary with it. Even if he didn’t have a lot of muscles or hair on his chest like his brother, he was someone pleasant to look at with sparkling eyes and a vivid smile. Yes, Kevin was a good person, but most of all, Kevin hated the attitude of his bully of a brother. He himself had been his brother’s target for long years before he was done and moved on to another target, a gay shy nerdy kid named Jared 3 years younger than himself that was into witchy and supernatural stuff.

Kevin hesitated, one foot on the first step. His heart pounded at the thought of what might happen if Tom caught him sneaking into his room. Maybe he'd yell. Maybe he'd mock him. Maybe he’d find some new way to make Kevin’s life miserable. Tom was a master at that—never outright cruel, but always managing to twist Kevin’s words, make him feel small, insignificant. There was nothing Kevin hated more than that feeling, that constant reminder that he was the lesser sibling.

But there was no way he could go another day without his controller. He clenched his fists and forced himself to move, taking each step with caution, his footsteps barely audible on the carpeted stairs. The faint sound of the game drifted from under Tom’s door, making Kevin’s stomach tighten.

When he reached the door, he paused, listening for any signs that Tom was in the room. Silence, aside from the repetitive hum of the game. Kevin bit his lip, heart racing as he quietly turned the knob and pushed the door open just a crack. Tom’s room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, half-empty energy drink cans stacked on his desk, the air thick with the smell of sweat and cologne. But Tom wasn’t in there. The game on the TV was paused, but the controller lay on the bed, completely unattended.

“Thank God”, Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside, tiptoeing over to the bed where the controller lay. He grabbed it, feeling the familiar weight in his hands. This would only take a second. He’d be in and out, no confrontation, no awkward run-ins.

As he turned to leave, something caught his eye—a strange shimmer in the corner of the room, like a flicker of light reflecting off a surface that shouldn’t be there. Kevin froze, his fingers tightening around the controller. He wasn’t alone.

At first, he thought it might be Tom, playing some kind of prank. But as the shimmer grew brighter, Kevin’s heart skipped a beat. The light twisted and warped in the air, forming into the shape of a person—a woman, draped in a long, tattered cloak. Her face was obscured by shadows, but her eyes glowed with an unnatural light.

Kevin’s throat tightened. Who the hell was she? And how had she just appeared out of nowhere?

The woman stepped forward, her gaze fixed on him, and her lips curled into a sneer. “Tom,” she spat, her voice sharp and full of venom. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Kevin blinked, his mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening. “I—I’m not—”

The woman cut him off, raising her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Enough of your lies, boy.” Her voice was ice-cold, and Kevin felt a chill run down his spine. “You think you can bully my nephew, torment him day after day, and face no consequences? Well, not anymore.”

Panic surged through Kevin as a strange green light began to pulse from her hand, swirling around her fingers like smoke. “She thinks I’m Tom!” His heart raced, and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over Tom’s bed in his haste to explain. “No, wait! I’m not Tom! You’ve got the wrong—”

The words barely left his mouth before the green light shot forward, curling around his body like a vine. Kevin gasped, his limbs locking in place as the magic constricted him, tightening around his chest and pulling him toward the woman. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His fingers twitched uselessly around the controller as the light dragged him across the room.

“Please!” Kevin’s voice cracked with desperation. “I’m not him! You don’t understand!”

But the woman’s expression only darkened, her eyes empty of emotions and looking in the distance as she was too focused on her doings to hear what Kevin had to say. “You’re a coward, Tom. Always running, always hiding behind that smug arrogance. But today, you’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

Before Kevin could plead again, the green light flared brightly, enveloping him completely. The world around him shifted, twisting and warping in a blur of colors and shapes. Kevin’s stomach lurched as he was flung backward onto Tom’s bedroom walls, his body hurtling through space and crashing into the poster covered wall. Under his weight, Kevin started to feel a new sensation, it was like the wall was become softer. He tried to move his hands when he felt a weird slimy sensation on his fingers but couldn’t.

Kevin’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening. He wasn’t just crashing into the poster—he was being pulled into one.

“No! No, stop!” Kevin’s voice echoed in the small room as his body was sucked into the glossy surface of the poster, his limbs flailing uselessly as he tried to hold on to anything, anything that could anchor him. But there was nothing. The room blurred and twisted until all that remained was the image of Kevin screaming face stuck on the poster, standing tall, unmovable. With a faint Thud, the controller fell back on the bed like nothing happened.

For a moment, everything was dark. Kevin’s body felt weightless, like he was floating in some kind of void. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe. Panic gnawed at him, but it was muted by the disorienting stillness that surrounded him.

Then, the pain began.

It started slowly—just a dull ache in his arms and legs, like the feeling of a pulled muscle. But it didn’t stop there. The ache grew, spreading through his entire body, the pain sharpening as his muscles began to stretch and contort. Kevin wanted to scream, but his mouth wouldn’t open. He couldn’t even close his eyes to block out the horror of what was happening to him.

He looked down, his vision fuzzy and distorted, and what he saw sent a jolt of terror through him. His hands—they weren’t his hands anymore. The fingers were longer, thicker, and his palms had broadened, veins rising beneath the skin. His once-slender fingers swelled with muscle, the bones inside them shifting painfully as they transformed into something stronger, more powerful.

His arms followed suit, the muscles bulging beneath his skin, his biceps and forearms thickening and expanding, forcing his small frame into a body that was nothing like his own. His shoulders broadened, his chest ballooning out as his pecs swelled into two thick slabs of muscle. His ribcage expanded, forcing his torso into a shape that was foreign, alien.

Kevin’s skin burned as the transformation continued, his limbs contorting painfully as they grew larger, thicker. His thighs swelled with muscle, his calves bulging as his legs were reshaped into powerful pillars of strength. His clothes melted away, dissolving into nothingness, leaving his new body exposed. But the exposure was brief. In their place, something new began to form.

Black and blue leather straps snaked around his chest, tightening as they wrapped around his bulging pecs. The harness constricted, digging into his skin, the leather pulling taut across his now-muscular frame. Kevin wanted to tear it off, to scream, but his body wouldn’t respond. He was locked in place, trapped in this new form.

His jeans were next to go, dissolving into thin air as his thighs grew even larger. Kevin’s heart raced as the sensation of the cold darkness enveloped his bottom half. There, tilting down, his cock started to grow in length. Kevin started to feel all his nerve system going overstimulation as new connections were created. His balls were next as they started to grow and bulge larger and bigger. Kevin could feel all his cum moving around in his new upgraded nuts. In the room, the witch was still looking at the transformation going on, hearing all of Kevin’s mind complaints and loving what she was seeing. As Kevin felt pleasure coming from his newly upgraded dick, she flicked her wrist and snapped her hands. Suddenly, Kevin felt the sensation of the leather return, this time wrapping around his hips, forming a tight jockstrap that pressed snug against his skin. The straps bit into his waist, holding him in place, restricting his movements. Kevin felt his new semi hard dick constricted into this tick thick jockstrap, feeling his sensitive cockhead rubbing on it. But as his vision cleared out, he saw the witch looking at him in front of him. It was like looking into a window straight into his brother’s room. There he saw her, calm, happy. As he tried to beg for his freedom once more, he saw something that froze his blood. With one more snap and a smile from her, Kevin felt the pressure in the jockstrap disappear. It was like his hard on was gone. But as he was feeling better, that’s when he felt even worse. All of a sudden, his exposed ass felt penetrated and he was feeling like his cock was fucking something hot and wet. Kevin tried to scream understanding what it meant. He didn’t know how it was possible, but Kevin was fucking himself with his new improved sensitive cock into his new tight ass. With every movement, Kevin felt the orgasm coming closer and closer but never reaching it. With every movement, his dick was fucking his virgin prostate and sending him waves of euphoria. But Kevin’s face never shown any signs of this, he was standing there, immobile, frozen into a body that wasn’t his in a situation that shouldn’t be possible.

Kevin tried to please one more time but this time all he felt was a new wave of pain as the last remaining thing of his true identity started to change as well—his face.

Kevin could feel the bones in his jaw shifting, his cheekbones rising, his chin sharpening. His nose straightened, his lips grew fuller, and his eyes narrowed into a commanding gaze. His hair darkened, growing longer and falling into thick locks that framed his new face. His vision blurred as his eyes shifted position to better suit his new identity. His brows thickened and his shin grew a faint stubble that would stay like that permanently. Then, all around his body, he stated to feel tingling as hair started to grow. A faint happy trail leading to a hairy groin, hairy and musky pits that emitted a thick pungent scent all around him and slightly hairy legs that led to his new improved size 16 feet. The only thing remaining from his previous self were his eyes. Even a witch has her limit and the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and Kevin���s soul was now trapped in this new reality of his. The transformation was complete. He was no longer Kevin. He was the man from the poster.

A deep, primal panic surged through him. “I’m not Tom! I’m not Tom!” The thought screamed in his mind, but his body refused to move, refused to respond. He was frozen, locked in the same pose as the man from the poster, his muscular body rigid, his face a mask of dominance.

Kevin’s world was now flat, two-dimensional, a glossy image on a piece of paper. He could see, he could think, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. He was trapped, a prisoner in the body of a fantasy.

The woman’s voice echoed through the void, her cruel laughter filling his mind. “Look at you now, Tom. Trapped in the perfect body, forever stuck on a wall where you can’t hurt anyone else. A fitting punishment for someone who took pleasure in causing pain. Enjoy eternity watching the one you enjoyed bullying!”

Kevin’s mind screamed in terror, but there was no one left to hear. With one last snap of her fingers, the poster with Kevin in it started to disintegrate into dust that flew out of the room by the window. On the other side of the city, in Jared’s bedroom, a poster appeared on his walls with a note on it “Found this at the store, thought you might like it, XOXO Aunty”.

Jared’s face illuminated as he turned around to see the new poster materialize on his wall with the note. “This one is perfect!” he told himself as he sat on his bed imagining what he would do with someone like in the picture as his hand slide down his pants. “Thank you Aunty!”. Jared would never know that his new favorite jerk off material had Kevin’s soul trapped in it forced to watch Jared jerk off to his picture day after day, night after night, looking the days goes by and the sleepless night pass. No, Jared would never know that Kevin was at the wrong place at the wrong time and he was now trapped in this new reality of his, or that Kevin was forced to fuck himself forever while trying to free himself from this hell. In Tom’s bedroom, the witch smiled as she heard a tingling in her left hear, meaning that the poster had arrived perfectly at his new home. She smiled as she flicked her wrist one more time smiling as she disappeared into green and dark hue, like nothing never happened.

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Hey eveyrone! Hope you'll like this new original story. Halloween is jsut around the corner so I thought why not start to play a bit with witches, curses and pretty much anything Halloween themed. As always, feel free to reach out to me if you want or send me me messages or DM with story ideas you'd like to see me write. I love reading your messages and I'll try to answer them all (as much as I can). Take care of yourselves and see you soon!

[disgruntledexplainer]

It's kinda fascinating looking at the differences between Ben's and Rex's approaches to combat. I'm not talking fighting style, I'm talking about how they carry themselves, and interact with their opponents and bystanders.

Ben 10 is motivated to heroics primarily by his dislike of bullies, though it can sometimes be masked by his love of the limelight. he sees his opponents as bullies, picking on people who can't defend themselves in order to make themselves feel more powerful. in fact, almost all of his major villains fall into this category, including Vilgax, Kevin 11 (before redemption), Hex, Charmcaster, the Highbreed, and Agreggor. When Ben approaches combat, he approaches it as someone intervening in a schoolyard fight. He gets in between the aggressor and the victim, transforms into one of his more intimidating aliens even if it isn't the right one for the job, squares his soldiers, looks his enemy in the eyes, and demands that they redirect their aggression. He even uses phrases like "why don't you pick on someone your own size". He doesn't usually harbor any real ill will toward his opponent, but he wants them to stop what they're doing immediately.

The story of Ben 10 is the story of a kid who got bullied through much of his childhood, who suddenly gained the power to stand up to the bullies for the sake of other kids, and adults as the case may be.

Rex's approach to combat is a bit more complex, because he basically has 2 varieties of enemies, and thus 2 "modes"; hero mode and soldier mode.

The majority of Rex's opponents are EVOs. These are normal, regular innocent people who have become monsters through no fault of their own. To Rex they aren't bullies, they aren't even enemies; they are just innocent, sick, scared, and extremely dangerous people. Rex wants to help them, and indeed he really is the only one who CAN. But he can't let them hurt anyone else. Rex is also very conscious of his position, the fact that to so many people he represents hope of getting out of this dark time. When dealing with most of his foes, Rex first aims a blow at his target to knock them back and hopefully stun them, and then if there are any people in immediate danger he checks in on them quickly to see if they are OK. He might try to get them out of the area before engaging, or he might delegate that task to a nearby providence agent or less powerful hero as the case may be, but he usually checks regardless.

If he is convinced that everyone around him is at a safe distance, the show begins. He turns his cockyness and snark up to 11 and begins making aggressive, annoying moves to try to focus his opponents aggression on him. He projects confidence to everyone who can see him, to assure them that yes, he has everything under control, and everything will be fine so long as they follow his instructions. He carefully gauges how much punishment his opponent can take and only uses that much to take them down, even if it extends the fight. He will try to stun his opponent and cure them if possible, and if not he will hold them off long enough for Providence to come in and contain them.

By dramatic contrast, his other opponents are typically not just villains, but actual irredeemable psychopaths, the kinds who will maim, torture, or kill if it suits their purposes, or even just because it amuses them. In this case, as soon as Rex realizes what kind of opponent he is facing he switches "modes" almost instantly. He will immediately try to lure his opponent as far away from a populated area as possible, and if that isn't possible he will task providence agents or minor heroes to move everyone out as fast as possible. Then he fully switches to soldier mode. When in this mode, Rex's goal is to take his opponent down fast and hard, using lethal methods if necessary. Every second his opponent remains standing is an opportunity for that opponent to kill someone, so he has to take them down without hesitation. Just look at the difference in how Rex treats everyday EVOs compared to how he treats his main antagonists, like Van Kleiss or Quarry. He goes straight for the kill, sometimes without even saying anything if the opportunity presents itself. This is the result of his paramilitary background and painful experience.

anyways, these are my thoughts.

[shaunamilfman]

Hey :)

Can you do some headcanons about jealous!nat please? (I can't stop thinking about how this was probably the only reason she confessed her feelings for Reader... she was just so tired of other people flirting with R and her not being able to do anything about it)

i think that only like pre-relationship nat would be like jealous. i think relationship nat would be more like sad/upset more than jealous if that makes sense

Nat gets super passive aggressive when she's jealous and hates herself for it. hits you with a “i don't know. why don't you ask Lottie" and visibly cringes as she realizes she sounds like Jackie

makes backhanded compliments about whoever it is all night if you know them. if you don't know them she's insulting their shoes, their hair, the way they're holding their cup, how they stand, the frames of their glasses, etc. 

staring at you so broodily while you're talking to someone that Shauna starts to feel like her title is being threatened

taking sips of her beer off by herself while doing high pitched impressions of your conversation. “oh you're so funny”/”no you're so funny,” while mocking their laugh

quotes the conversation later to you after she gets drunk enough that she doesn't remember it didn't actually happen. all like “i think you're funnier than she does, just so you know,” and you're like “huh???”

modern au nat def trying to get them canceled for sure. walks off to talk to whoever she was jealous about and says some shit like “what? you don't like Italians? wowwwwww” loud enough that the whole party can hear her. looks cartoonishly smug as she walks back to you

“do you think I'm pretty, y/n?”/ “what??”/ “shut up. no one asked you.” 

Nat does so much reckless shit when she's jealous, knowing that it'll immediately get your attention. catching Kevin lifting her onto the roof out of the corner of your eye sends you running away from whoever you were talking to. she insists that everything was under control till you came over and yelled at her, but her bruises from when Kevin almost immediately dropped her say otherwise

[ppnuggiex]

hii <3 if possible, I would like headcanons about how they would be for vil , riddle and azul,being parents ^^ but their son came out as a rambunctious and very naughty hehe (as a plus, his mc also used to be like that so anyway his son reminds them of how his wife was when they met her, like mother like son xd) that would be all , tkmm have a nice day :))

　　　　　　TWST x fem reader

　　　　『　azul ,, riddle ,, vil ,, female reader    』

　　-> twst as parents w/ rambunctious child that acted like their mother

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— tysm for requesting !! hope you enjoy it 🫶 there is a reference to one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies in here ,, but i explained it at the end :) so even if you dont watch stand up or his ,, youll know what i mean !

- riddle

| • he'd have a hard time dealing with a rambunctious son . he's used to following the rules ,, and he has let off that a lot since getting together with you .

| • he'll be known more as the less fun parent ,, while you take that role . he'd be the one to make him wear a raincoat to go outside in the rain whilst you'd encourage him playing in the rain and puddles without one .

| • though he'd smile fondly at him ,, seeing as he definitely gets it from you . he would sometimes share stories about your past and how you acted at nrc .

| • it doesnt stop him from parenting his child the way he wants to in a way . he does take a firmer hand with it ,, but with your help he does it in a way thats not too harsh .

| • he still loves his kid though . sometimes he’ll let him get away with things ,, especially if hes just woken up .

- vil

| • he finds it infuriating some days ,, and funny the others . on the days he finds it infuriating ,, he usually lets you deal with him as he doesnt want to say something that’ll end up hurting his kid . other days ,, he’ll just laugh under his breathe before trying to point his kid in the right direction .

| • he definitely comments on how hes just like how you were though . then he goes down the memory lane ,, remembering everything you two did together at nrc . his heart warms at the memories ,, seeing you in your kid .

| • he isnt as strict as riddle ,, as he wants his child to be able to live his life without vil controlling it for him . you also play a factor into that ,, telling vil to let your son decide for himself how he wishes to live .

| • though sometimes vil cant help himself and fix his son’s clothes if theyre messed up ,, or poking and prodding at his hair to make it look nicer .

- azul

| • lord save his soul . having a rambunctious son is quite the handful for mr . ashengrotto ,, especially with how much he does have on his hands . juggling between running a restaurant chain and spending time with his family ,, he is quite the busy man .

| • usually when he comes home hes quite exhausted ,, ready to relax for a moment’s time before having to look through paperwork .

| • and then you have a rambunctious son to deal with . he’ll be honest ,, he almost pulled a kevin hart move (if ykyk 💀💀 ill explain later) and went right back to his work .

| • on his days off he enjoys spending time with his son ,, he doesnt have a problem but sometimes he can be a little too rowdy and then you’ll have to come in and help wrangle the both of them . honestly you should make azul pay you to do alla this /j .

| • azul loves his son though . and if he happens to inherit his mer traits ,, he’ll struggle even more to try to parent him underwater .

* in one of kevin hart’s stand up comedies ,, he says how after coming home to a day of hard work and men have toddlers waiting for them at home ,, they’ll see them when they pull in the drive way and pull right back out and drive away .

[summerlovingbaby]

Aaron's eating disorder

Aaron handles himself well, in his head he likes to call himself superman, at first it was a childish notion that got him through the day, but soon it developed into a daily mantra. He is nothing short of Superman, he has good grades, a gorgeous girlfriend, a national winning Exy team and was in the gym 6 times a week, the only thing he couldn’t manage to do was eat.

At breakfast he would choke down a few bites of an apple, but it woult turn rock hard in his stomach and sit there making it ache, so for a while it was easier for him to not deal with food. It started with skipping breakfast and dinner, and then the more he thought about it, if he didn’t need breakfast and dinner he didn’t need lunch either. As far as Aaron was concerned his new eating habits were better than his old eating habits. Tilda didn’t grocery shop, and Aaron was already picky eater, even before he got clean. After he got clean for about a year his diet consisted almost exclusively of pickles, almonds, jars of frosting, M and M’s, apple juice and protein shakes.

It didn’t matter how he felt, it only mattered how people saw him. It didn’t matter that he was tired all the time, or how he found himself shivering in 90 degree weather, people only saw you as one thing, and as long as he could pace a mildly impassive expression on his face, and keep his head in his studies people would think he was fine. People only saw you as one thing, and if they saw him as fine he would be left alone. He started only viewing others as one thing. Andrew wasn’t a brother, just a teammate. Neil was just a kid who he would swap rooms with  and a nuisance and Kevin was the idiot lived next door. Nicky was too complicated for his muddled brain to classify so he avoided him as a whole.

He avoided team outings for a week before the team started to pester him about it. He lied and said he was swamped with studying or exams or writing papers, when in all reality he was farther ahead then he had ever been. 

He woke up on Saturday morning, rolling his eyes as he checked the clock, it was another morning practice Kevin insisted was necessary, so he dressed in a hoodie and a long compression shirt. He walked to the court alone, leaving Nicky alone. Nicky had been watching Aaron for weeks and he was obvious with his concerned stare was irritating. He stumbled through pratice with weak footing and a loose grip on his stick, he almost made it completely through pratice before fell over his eyes and he lost sight of the court in a dark haze. The sound of his racket hitting the wood snapped him awake, but he was still confused, as he felt firm fingers unstrap his helmet and take it off his head, and the rush of the cool air on his skin was enough to snap him into full consiouness.

“ You good?” Andrew asked.

Aaron gave him a vague impersonal nod before he was ushered to the bench, he offered little resitance mostly because he didn’t care enough to fight back, and looking his brother in the eye for the first time in weeks and it knocked all the fight out of him. Mostly he was tired, and his head hurt, and he was cold, and vaguely irritated and horribly annoyed.

He sat out for the last hour of pratice, choking down a granola bar at Wymack and Betsys instacne, and drunk an intire gatorade for good measue just to prove the point that he was fine. He had everything under strict control. But that didn’t stop Matt from helping him back to the lockerroom.

“ I don’t need your help,” he said.

“ Well you can barely stand, and I don’t want you to hit your head if you pass out or something,” he said grimly, “ don’t want you to lose your looks of you chip your tooth on the floor or something,” he added hoping to get Aaron to smile, which proved ineffective.

He sat Aaron in front of his locker, offered a prefoctonary smile and went to shower, leaving Aaron alone. Aaron took off his jersey, leaving on his under things, too tired to bother with showering, so shoved his clothes in his locker and walked through the locker room and into the lounge where Coach and Abbey were waiting.

“ You feeling okay?” Abbey said, thumbing through a magazine.

“ Stomach bug,” he lied.

By the way Wymack stared at him, Aaron could tell he wasn’t buying his lie for a second. 

“ Wanna try again?” he suggested.

“ Not really,” Aaron siad.

“ ERC is making monthly physicals madaory again, next one is in two weeks,” Wymack said turning to Abbey who nodded. He waited for Aaron to speak, but when he didn’t, he continued. “ You usually sort your shit out just fine, but if you need help its here.”

“ You don’t have to worry about me,” Aaron said. 

“ Well I’m gonna,” Wymack said, for some reason his typical casual attitude pissed Aaron off more than it should have. “ And for that matter the rest of the team is as well. Andrew and Nicky are… Concerned.”

He didn’t need or want Andrews concern or pity, and he didn’t need it from the rest of the team for that matter. Andrews pity killed his mom.

“ Is that all?” he asked, and when he got no response he left the way he came, and spent the weeked at Katelyns dorm to avoid the foxes, spending most of the night curled up in her little twin mattress. It didn’t matter how many blankets he piled ontop of himself, he hadn’t managed to get warm in a week. He ate the pickles that came with her meal, that she for some reason always ordered even though she hated, but had to return back to his dorm because he had Tuesday classes.

By the time he got there he learned that both of his classes were cancelled so he crawled into bed ignoring the way the pickle churned in his stomach. He was kicked away 3 hours later by Andew who was too busy texting on his phone to even look at him.

“ Get up,” he said bluntly,” team dinner.”

“ Not hungry” Aaron replied rolling over. He really wasn’t hungry, and the last thing he wanted was to sit in a car with them, then poke around at a plate of chicken and commensurate over small talk for 2 hour, if he wasn’t gonna sleep then he should at least study, or do something more productive.

“ Get up and come with us, or I’ll drag you by your hair,” he said.

Aaron could tell by the look of determination on Andews face he was nothing short of serious and put on his shoes before Andrew had an excuse to pull the scalp from his hair. At dinner he ordered a plate of chicken tender, fries and  a coke. He sipped the coke frequently, took a bite of two fries, but didn’t bother with the chicken tenders, spending the whole meal cutting them up into tiny pieces, smiling piolety at the teammates who bothered to talk to him.

The seating arrangement changed, leaving Andrew and Aaron alone. Kevin and Neil was going to the court, and the rest of the team was going fuck knows where, all Aaron wanted to do was go back to the dorm and study for his exam that he had to take in 5 days. His grades were dwindling down to unacceptable and every graded assignment he got back he could only picture his mothers dissatisfied and disappointed face. The car ride back was awkward and uncomfortable, Aarons headache was worse and throbbing, and being trapped in the front seat alone with Andrew bothered him more than he cared to admit. Ever since the trial he handled Andrew with cool composure, but he was really extremely pissed off for a reason that Aaron couldn’t place, nor did he care to. If Andrew wanted to not care, then Aaron would not care either. Aaron didn’t need anyone in his life that didn’t want to be.

“ Matt gave these to me, never been a fan, do you want them?”

Andrew tossed a bag of M&M’s in his lap, and Aaron bust open the package dumping a handful in his hand and popping them in his mouth without a second thought. Andrew turned up to the raido and they drove back to the dorm in silence, while Aaron quietly let the chocolate candies melt in his mouth.

The next day he was rudely woken up by the sound of someone loudly putting away groceries, he rolled his eyes slammed a pillow over his head and went back to sleep shivering.  He was woken by  Nicky 3 hours later, who shoved a plated sandwich in his face. “ Coach said you weren’t feeling well so I made you a sandwich,” he said, Aaron sat up and took a bite of the sandwich and struggled to swallow, ignoring Nickys grimmace. 

When Aaron refused Nicky chewed his cheek and went to play games at his desk.

“ If you’re having food… sensitivities-”

“ Nicky.” Aaron warned.

“ I was gonna say-”

“ I have a headache, you’re not helping.”

“ Aaron,” Nicky insisted.

“ Nicky” Aaron mocked, sitting up. Aaron was idignatnt and stubborn enough to do for hours.

Nicky paused his game and turned to glare, something that bothered Aaron beyond belif, he didn’t need platitudes or pity, and that look that Nicky gave him was a sick mix of both.

“ I’m fine,” he insisted.

Before Nicky could argue the door swung open and Andrew barged his way in. “ You’ve said that word so much in the past month it doesn’t even sound like a word. You look like shit.”

“ Thanks, real confidence booster,” Aaron sighed, wishing Nicky would close the window.

“ Andrew, be nice.” Nicky scolded.

Andrew laughed at the idea, and wordlessly unpacked the grocery bags on his arms, tossing Aaron a jar of dill pickles in the process. When he made no move of opening the jar Andrew took the jar and opened it, fished a pickle spear out with his fingers and put it on a paper plate. When Aaron looked disgusted at the sight of the pickle, with his nose wiggled up, Andrew took the plate, and sliced the pickle, sticking the plastic fork in one of the slices and sitting it in his lap.

He squat down to his level and stared with an expectant look. Aaron was uncomfortable with the weight of it, and clenching his fist was all he could do was not to cry. He hated eating infront of people, and with Andrew looking in front of him made it worse.

“ You have 5 minutes to eat before I hold you down and shove it down your throat.”

Aaron looked at the plate of cut up pickles trying hard not to frown. He knew Andrew would do it, this is the same brother who locked him in the bathroom when he found out about his drug problem. The idea of someone watching him choke down this food made his stomach flip violnetly. And the idea of being force fed made him want to run. He briefly entertained the idea, before he realized that he wouldn’t make it very far. His brother was faster than he was, and who was to say that once he made it to the other side of the door Andrew wouldn’t follow.

“ I need you to not look at me,” Aaron asked.

Andrew stood and went turned and pretended to find interest in Nickys game,and Aaron poked at his food until he put a pickle slice on his tongue, he shivered at the sourness of it, but enjoyed the satisfying crunch enough to eat the rest of them, only stopping when he gave a loud burp.

He looked up to see that Andrew had been staring at him the whole time, he tossed a pack of M&M’s at him, and poured a cup of apple juice which Aaron accepted gladly, the pickle made him thirsty and sparked his appetite.

Aaron looked at the empty plate, he had the distinct feeling that he had been had. Andrew went to the store, bought the only food Aaron would consider touching, not only that but he payed attention to his rather restrictive diet when they were kids, and remembered what he ate. Matt didn’t give Andrew M&M’s, Andrew bought them, along with an obscene amount of almonds, frosting and protein shakes. Andrew cared, hes cared all along. Aaron misinterpeted Andews cold apathey is disintrets, his lingeirng look of  He misinterpereded his lingering looks of concerns one of pity or general disinterest. And even as Andew carefully watched Aaron now, watched as he chewed and swallowed, it was careful and considerate, nothing malicious behind his glare.

“ Can I have some almonds?”

Nicky tossed him the jar, and they watched as Aaron loudly crunched on them by the handful.

Andrew settled himself on the couch, and began texting on his phone. By the chirping of Nickys phone Aaron suspected that they were talking about him.

“ Thanks,” he said without thinking. “ Sorry for-”

“ If you aplologize I will personally break your foot.”

“ Right.” Aaron looked down, with the vague notion that he should be embarrassed. Andrew cared.

“ Listen, having a restricted diet is better than starving yourself, you feel like shit because you weren’t eating at all. You’re allowed to struggle and have problems, but when you do you lean the fuck out and you talk to someone. It doesn’t have to be me, just talk to someone before you get to the point of passing out,” Andrew said. “ You have a whole team that only wants whats good for you, you lean the fuck out or I will push you out, and you won’t like how hard I shove you.”

“ Okay” he said, eating another handful of almonds.

[sevcasejay1chicago]

I still…. Kelly Severide

Summary: After six months apart, you finally break.

Warnings: mentions of fights, arsonists, and drinking.

Authors note: COMPLETELY based off a prompt list from @dumplingsjinson

Walking into Molly’s always felt like coming home. Though there were some new faces, you recognize many of the patrons from Firehouse 51, Med, and the Intelligence Unit. You had volunteered to go undercover on a four month assignment. Previously, you had been partnered with Jay Halstead, who now works with Hailey Upton. Hailey had been your contact since she was brand new, meaning nobody would know she was part of intelligence. She freely came in and out of your UC house, frequently spending time with you to make sure you were safe and staying sane.

Though four months turned into 6 months, when this opportunity came along, you thought it was nothing short of a blessing. You had just had your heart broken and you were looking forward to getting the hell away from him, but his shadow still lurked around every corner of your mind. Then again, it’s practically impossible to forget someone like Kelly Severide.

The memory of that night came flooding back as you and Kelly locked eyes for the first time in six months.

———

You just arrived home from work. It had been a rough day to say the least. Squad 3 had been on a call with intelligence. The arsonist was target the intelligence unit, mainly you and Jay due to the perp being a old CI that felt he got a bad rap. Kelly decided to throw the guy to the ground when he started yelling and spitting at you as Kevin was attempting to haul the guy to the squad car to pat him down before cuffing him.

Kelly jumped the guy, bringing Kev and the perp down with him. Kelly got a few good hits in before most of Squad finally got him off. Of course, you burst into tears as the weight of the day and the realization of what Kelly had just done made itself clear to you. Jay wrapped you in his arms and ushered you away before Kelly could get a word in.

You hadn’t been home for more than 5 minutes when someone pounded on your door. You grabbed your gun from the dresser and crept to the door, quietly looking through the peephole to see who the hell was banging on your door. Of course, it was Kelly.

You breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened the door. “Hey Kel.” You whispered, tucking your gun in your waist band.

Kelly walked past you, not meeting your eyes. “We need to talk.”

You nodded, though Kelly still wouldn’t look at you. “I agree.” You whispered, moving to sit on the couch. “What you did today. That can’t happen.” You said, getting straight to the point.

“What?” Kelly said, lifting his eyes to meet yours, his face red as he silently seethed.

“I don’t need you taking down a suspect when we had it under control. Kev HAD him. You didn’t need to jump him just for yelling and spitting at me.” You shook your head. “It was embarrassing to say the least.”

Kelly threw his hands up before running one down his face. “I was standing up for you. I stood up for you. Then you went to Halstead and left with him without a second glance my way.” Kelly shouted, starting to pace as he spoke.

“What are you saying Kelly?!” You yelled back, pissed at his clear accusation.

“Do you like Jay or something? Cause it sure as hell seems like you want him more than me.” Kelly snapped, whirling around to face you head on.

You shook your head. “Oh hell no. After everything I put up with at the beginning of this relationship. The rumors of you being with other woman and having to build my trust in YOU. Now YOUR accusing ME of cheating on you with my partner who had to get me out of there because I was having a panic attack?! But NO you were too busy getting out of control and taking down Kev and the suspect.” You shook your head. “Get out Kelly. Just go. This is done. IM done.” You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you stood.

Kelly deflated, realizing he messed up. He knows about your struggles with anxiety and he knows that this case had been weighing on you and stealing your sleep. Hell, you had stayed at the firehouse multiple nights just to feel safe, sleeping in Kelly’s office while he did paperwork or snuggled up with him in between calls.

“Y/n.” Kelly whispered, coming closer to take you in his arms.

“No.” You shook your head, stepping around him and holding the door open for him. “Please. Just go.”

———

Now, six months later, you find yourself relieved to see that Kelly doesn’t have a girl wrapped in his arms. You have been replaying that night over in your head since the day you left. You’ve been hoping to get this opportunity, and it’s finally here.

You strode over to him, greeting everyone else at the table, before pulling him out to the patio. Kelly sat down, waiting as you downed two shots and then grabbed your favorite drink before sitting across from him.

“First, I need to get something off my chest before we really talk. I just need you to listen, okay?” You asked, not continuing until you got a nod. “I tried to forget you and us when I left, but I couldn’t. I-I can’t. I-I tried to get you out of my mind, thinking there was no way you still had me in yours. I still have your number memorized like the back of my hand. I dialed it many times while I was away, but it- it just didn’t feel right to say any of this over the phone. All I could think about was you. I still remember how you taste, t-the curve of you under my palms; every curve, and every line.” you stopped to catch your breath, tracing the lines in the palm of your hand as you spoke.”I still smell traces of you on my pillows. Your smell ingrained in the fabric, but mostly faded as these months went by. I still remember your little quirks,” you giggled,” which I still find so endearing, even though you find them annoying. I still remember our inside jokes and they kept me laughing through all the tough days. I still remember your favorite songs, the ones we used to sing out loud after you got over your embarrassment in being caught; those were on repeat when I needed to dance it out. I still remember your smile. The soft quirk to it. Like the one your wearing right now. I mean, how could I not? It was the brightest thing in my life.” you smiled sadly and took another deep breath to reign in your emotions before continuing. ”I still remember how you sound. Your sweet voice that you hated listening to when I recorded it, but it kept me afloat. I remember how you were there for me through thick and thin. I still remember how you would be there for me no matter what. I remember how our love was unconditional, un-Until it wasn’t.” you wiped a few tears before continuing. ”I remember that last fight, when everything went down hill. I still don’t fully understand it, b-but I’m trying.” you rushed to add.” I still think about you. Day in and day out. I-I still miss you. I still want you. I still n-need you.” You paused, wiping your tears away to see him clearly as you said,” I-I still love you.” You finished, breathing deep and trying to stay in control so that you wouldn’t break down sobbing.

Kelly sat through your whole speech, tears burning the back of his eyes as he watched you. He could see the difference this undercover op made in you. You were still you, but something bad happened to you while you were under. He could see it.

Kelly stood, smiling sadly as he approached you. He sat down, taking you into his arms as you finally broke down. “I still love you too sweetheart.” Kelly whispered, rocking you back and forth once you got yourself situated in his lap. “Shhhhh. I’ve got you now. It’s over. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

@alicexvrose

[aftgficrec]

It open!

Is there any new Nicky and or/twinyard centred fics or any Kevin wymack bonding ones?

Or wymack parenting the other foxes?

Thank you in Advance

There is a lot here, so we split this up.  You can find fics about Nicky and the twinyards here, both canon compliant (or at least adjacent) and AUs.  Find Kevin & Wymack bonding here and Wymack parenting the Foxes here. - S

Previous recs:

Nicky with both or one twin here - see the extensive list on previous recs in this post

Nicky parenting the twins here 

new twinyards bonding here - also features many previous recs

Nicky & depression here

Nicky-centric fics here

big brother Nicky here

bad days-andreil & nerik here

angst w/comfort for andreil and nerik here

Nicky after thanksgiving here

Nicky in germany 2 here

long distance soft nerik here

‘AFTG/TFC minifics… ch 84’ here

‘Afterthoughts ch 90’ here

‘A two-man team’, ‘Something Good’, ‘Love is Patient, Love is Kind’ here

‘It’s a love story, baby’ here

Nicky-centric:

All We Got Was Bruised by Rose_vine [Rated M, 48214 words, complete, 2024]

They sent people to Camp Full Point to change them. Nicky was a boy made of secrets and lies, and he had broken a long time ago. Camp Full Point might just be the thing that kills him. Or, Nicky's parents send him to Conversion Camp. This is that story.

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: conversion therapy, tw: electroconvulsive therapy, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: religious guilt, tw: implied/referenced homophobia, tw: internalized homophobia, tw: restricted eating

Struggling in Silence by Ciara_Westford [Rated M, 34487 words, incomplete, last updated July 2024]

Nicky has been struggling with his mental health for a while. He tries to hide it from the others, but after a more or less public meltdown, he can't hide it any longer. The other foxes, as well as Wymack, Abby and Betsy want to help him, but Nicky doesn't know how to accept help from others.

tw: depression, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: conversion therapy, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: nightmares, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced self harm

Holy and free by sapphosgaycousin [Rated M, 2871 words, complete, 2024]

„Will you come to mass with us for Easter?“ That’s how it all started to go south. When Erik’s mother had asked him to attend church with them on Easter Sunday, Nicky had said yes without thinking twice. What bad could happen, right?

tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: religious trauma, tw: vomit

Nicky is the sun that shines even through the clouds series by ThePureMonster [Rated E/G, 21452 words, 2 complete works, 2024]

Part 1: We'll pray for you, honey (E, 15038 words)

"Homosexuality is a sin. Homosexuals are doomed to burn in hell forever, if they want to change, they can be healed. By rejecting temptation, they will become normal again. They must try and make more efforts if it doesn't work." That's what Nicky had been hearing all his life. And he really tried his best until one day he stopped. Nicky's difficult path to himself.

tw: violence, tw: child abuse, tw: rape/noncon, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: homophobia, tw: conversion therapy, tw: depression, tw: religious trauma

Part 2: We love you, Nicky (G, 6414 words)

Five times when the Foxes learn a little more about Nicky's terrible past. And one time Nicky feels confident enough to open his heart and tell them the truth.

tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

Du bist der Einzige für mich by Anonymous [Rated G, 772 words, complete, 2024]

Nicky gets jealous, Erik reassures him.

A little crush turned into a like by HereBeChickens [Rated T, 3814 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2024]

In the end, it’s his German teacher that works everything out. Or, Nicky's year in Germany with his host brother that he totally does not have a crush on and his feelings that he totally has under control.

tw: implied/referenced homophobia, tw: implied/referenced conversion therapy, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

I'm never gonna not dance again by Acetober (allfortheBoyds) [Rated T, 7023 words, complete, 2023]

Pole dancing, as it turns out, is fucking hard. Even the simplest swing requires a type of body control Nicky doesn‘t think he‘ll ever be able to possess. He tries anyway and with a few tries and tips from Dan he manages a decent performance. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Kevin - looking as grumpy as ever - strap into a pair of hot pink heels. He wobbles around like an oversized newborn fawn. or 5 times Nicky danced in front of other people +1 time he danced only for himself (and Erik)

Twinyards-focussed:

Come across the universe between you and I by bInTheMoon [Rated M, 4258 words, complete, 2024]

“Aaron! Wake!” “Hey,” Aaron answered his twin, who was crouched at his side and staring at him. “I bought ice cream, it’s on the bag.” “What the fuck, Aaron!” Andrew hissed, his cold eyes not leaving him for a second. “What happened?” “Accident.” ---- Or: Only they would need an accident to take another step to healing.

tw: car accidents, tw: injuries

I‘d die to be somebody you could love by moonlightboyz [Rated M, 39860 words, incomplete, last updated June 2024]

"For a medicine student you're really dense sometimes." It was quiet for a while before Andrew spoke up again. "I don't know, how to be your brother, Aaron. Not the one you want, but I'm trying." "And I'm trying too." OR This fanfic explores Aaron Minyard’s complicated feelings regarding Andrew Minyard and how he learns how to love and be loved by his brother.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: drug abuse, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: panic attacks, tw: disordered eating, tw: self harm, tw: negative self image

Don’t go where I can’t follow by moonlightboyz [Rated M, 8579 words, complete, 2024]

Andrew held out his hand between them and Aaron intertwined their pinkies. “I promise to never leave your side.” He muttered. “I promise to protect you and never leave your side.” Andrew echoed. OR an AU where Nicky kills Tilda and Drake and the twins live with a foster parent while they wait for Nicky to be released from prison and everything else that happens while they wait.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced murder

Slings and Arrows by This_Witch_Writes [Rated T, 5935 words, complete, 2022, locked]

Andrew Minyard had spent quite a lot of his admittedly short life wanting to die. It wasn’t really a secret though he didn’t talk about it. The evidence was right there on his arms, in every cigarette, in the way he stood between those he’d chosen to protect and a world that wouldn’t hesitate to leave Andrew in a cold ditch. So he was a little surprised that now that he was going to die he was so pissed off about it. His only thought as the gunshot rang in his ears was a pathetic ‘this isn’t supposed to happen’ like life had ever cared what he thought. - As he faces down what could be the end, Andrew considers his complicated relationship with his own survival.

tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: past suicide attempt, tw: gun violence

Nicky & the twinyards:

Mom by high_lady_kate [Rated M, 1941 words, incomplete, last updated April 2024]

"“Are you sure about this?” Nicky wanted to shout no! and then several insults regarding Tilda Minyard. Instead he grinned at Erik and finished zipping his suitcase." Or: Nicky Hemmick is 19 when he gets custody of the Minyard Twins.

Eat Your Young by Rose_vine [Rated M, 1947 words, complete, 2024]

Any hopeful feelings vanished the second he sat down on the medical chair in the doctor’s office. There weren’t any straps on it, but Nicky felt like he was constricted anyway. He remembered viscerally the sensation of thrashing without being allowed to move, the buckles that had wrapped around his arms, legs, and chest. The bite guard they’d shoved in his mouth, tasting like vomit. “Nicky,” Andrew said. Nicky looked up with wild eyes. “I can’t,” he gasped.

tw: ptsd, tw: anxiety

The secrets we keep by DrowningStrawberry [Rated T, 5067 words, complete, 2024]

Andrew never kills Tilda, he never had too. A certain cousin had gotten there first. or Nicky Hemmick has a murder problem.

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced conversion therapy, tw: implied/referenced abuse

And I Fall by DrowningStrawberry [Rated M, 3193 words, complete, 2024]

“Maybe Eric is glad you stayed away longer because he doesn't want to have to see you.” And on and on and on in a rotation in his mind. Before he realizes he is moving, he's grabbed a knife and locked himself in the bathroom. Or Nicky's depression gets the best of him.

tw: depression, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: suicide attempt

Nicky thinks the twins don’t love him by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Nicky thinks the twins don’t love him, but then they both get ejected from a game for beating the shit out of a guy who illegally hits Nicky hard enough Nicky breaks his wrist.

Nicky & Andrew by @bisexualchaosdemon [tumblr, 2024]

I think Nicky does piss Andrew off, but not because he's loud and dramatic; because he cares.

Art

Twinyards by @eeriethacus

twinyards by @art-foxx

Happy Birthday to the Minyard twins by @midgart

I dont smoke by Mitski and the Minyard brothers by @eeriethacus

Nicky after taking this picture: 🏃🏃🏃 by @prince-peachie

A little candy by @neroholik

Nicky Hemmick by @neroholik

I heard someone had a birthday some days ago😏 by @yarn_garn (Twitter)

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Ultimate Domination v Kevin Lee (watchfighters.com)

Everything Great About this Match: +4

Ultimate Domination v Kevin Lee (watchfighters.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin: 

+1: A point for the smother pins galore.  Surprising no one, this match is completely one sided.  What makes this great however is how Kevin is not only dominated but literally squashed from the start.  Ultimate Domination's body is so massive compared to Kevin's that he can literally envelope the smaller wrestler in those massive pecs.  

Kevin is easily under control and silenced by those massive pecs Kevin: *gag* *muffle*

Another angle of the pec smother

Take a breath, then it's back to the smother

+1: The flex and hold.  I love this move - you hold your opponent so he's helpless and then show him what a real bicep looks like.  We can't see Kevin's face but I'm sure it's a mixture of pain and a hint of *aw-inspiring* anguish after being humiliated so thoroughly.  The fact that Kevin's moaning the whole time is a huge plus.  

What's not to love about this? The helplessness and absolute control ... the domination is almost intoxicating.  

+1: The Feel up.  The big man even has plenty of time for fun during the match.  That smile of his betrays how much he enjoys toying with the little guy.  Kevin for his part is caught between hating and loving the attention from the masculine stud.  

+1: That Ending? Did it happen?  If you're looking for full blown nudity, this match isn't for you. Instead you're treated to the emasculation of Kevin and subtly baiting him into taking things all the way.  Instead of explicit imagery you're treated to Kevin's moans and groans of submission and acquiesce to the superior man.  

------- Everything Great About this Match: +4

So there you have it. This is a squash job no doubt, but perhaps a squash job in a good way.  Ultimate Domination once again lives up to his name while Kevin simply can't compete on any level with the hairy muscle champion.  

And that ending ... So did it all happen? Well, here's my take.  I'd like to think that a passed out Kevin, so full of lust, imagined himself rewarding the winner and having the honor of receiving that load when in reality Ultimate Domination wouldn't waste his time.  The man probably walked away leaving an unconscious Kevin on the mat and simply went on to his next conquest. 

[ourloveiselectrifying]

How would he react if as soon as mc was kidnapped they completely shut down out of terror, and for like long term, trembling and crying and flinching at his every move. What if they became absolutely obedient but to a degree of worry, agreeing with him about everything, never sharing preferences or complaining, silent unless spoken to. I mean like mc doesn't even move an inch from the same spot on the floor unless told to, not eating unless given permission for each bite, not evan going to the bathroom or moving at all until he gets home if he's going to work, doing almost everything less then breathing on his command all in pure absolute terror of being punished or doing something wrong that makes him mad (bonus points if even dogo mode doesn't help cause now they get scared cause he can't talk or communicate to tell them what to do or what he wants). Sorry if this was too long or this ask makes you uncomfortable, don't feel pressured to answer please, i love your writing and art style!!!♡♡♡ i can't wait for the game and more of your characters and art!!!♡♡♡

:3c I love this sskfsldjfl

He'd be really into it in the begining but then it would make them really sad that MC is genuinely so terrified of him to the point they'll just sit in one spot for the entire day until Kev comes back from work. Kevin wants them to still do things, be themselves and be atleast somewhat happy (just also while forever by his side and under his control) They'd definitely try to find ways to make MC feel normal and comfortable again. More dates and normal couple stuff, relaxing fun activities, watching comfort shows/films with MC, and other nice stuff to make MC associate pleasant and normal things with Kev, not all the horrible things they've done to MC- although they'd definitely make sure to just swap the behaviour of MC being motionless and nervous the entire day to "Wait for me by the door like an excited(and nervous) little puppy only when you can hear my motorcycle coming up the road." Because Kevin really likes having MC "looking forward to them returning home" just as much as he does! :3

RAAH thank you!! ehehe ;w; ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Kevin Moskowitz/The deep + Praise Kink

I know literally everyone in this fandom hates Kevin’s gills, but they have me in a chokehold. God, I need a new music album to listen to when I write I’m so tired of soviet soviet. 

Reader is an op supe in this, cuz yes. Also the reader has completely escaped Voughts grip because he’s that op n shit idk lmao.

 I did not proof read this, at all.

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If you asked Kevin not even two weeks ago what he felt about Superior, the uncontrollable supe as Vought called him. He would have told you with fake bravado that he didn’t fear the guy and that he could probably take him in a fight. In reality Kevin was scared shitless at the very thought of meeting the man. Superior was the name given to him by the public, not Vought. Because Vought had no control of him, nothing to blackmail him with, no family to threaten, nothing.

Not only that but he was more powerful than the seven combined. Anything from bulletproof skin, unbreakable skin, flight, super strength, water breathing, a hyper regeneration if he finally was wounded and so many more. It was like taking all The Seven’s abilities and more and shoving them into one person. A lazy and sluggish person, who walked around in sweatpants, baggy hoodies and sneakers that had once been white but were now brown and repaired with tape.

It had all started those two weeks ago when Vought had finally gotten Superior, (Y/N) as he told everyone to call him, to agree to meet The Seven. Kevin might not have been the smartest person, not by a long shot he could admit that, but even he could see that Superior was only playing along out of boredom. Homelander looked like he was about to burst a vein with how hard he was clenching his jaw, his eyes glowing the smallest bit red like he was fighting everything inside himself not to start lasering the other man.

Every member of The Seven were tense and nervous when Ashley brought in (Y/N), the man wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a half-unzipped sweatshirt, the white wifebeater underneath doing very little to hide the sculpted muscle of his torso.

Now, Kevin had never thought of being with a man before, especially someone who, if the rumors were correct, could defeat Homelander with one hand whilst playing candy crush on their phone with the other. But he couldn’t help but let his eyes run down the length of Superiors Adonis like body, wide shoulders, big pecs, thick muscular thighs, he couldn’t be surprised if the guy had an 8-pack under his layers. Glancing up Kevin’s eyes locked with the man he had been ogling, and when (Y/N)s lip twitched into a lazy smirk, Kevin was quick to turn away and lock his attention to the suddenly very interesting table in front of him.

The meeting went on as it always did, though this time Homelander looked closer to snap than ever before and Superior was sat back in an extra chair, feet up on the table and arms crossed behind his head. At some point (Y/N) had unzipped the rest of his sweatshirt and Kevin dared to sneak a peek. (Y/N) quirked a brow when their eyes met again, having caught the water-based hero looking, the smirk returning to his lips as The Deep was quick to look away again.

As the meeting came to an end Kevin stayed in his seat, trying his best to will away the heat that had been bubbling in his abdomen. It had especially gotten hot under his layers when (Y/N) removed his feet from the table just to push his rolling chair back and spread his legs as much as possible, as if he was inviting whoever was looking to crawl in between them and worship him.

When Kevin had left, he thought he was alone until (Y/N) had floated up beside him, as silent as the night, and started talking. The cocky grin on his lips made it obvious he knew completely the way that Kevin’s body had reacted, maybe he could even smell it with those insane senses of his. The overpowered supe had landed on his feet and started walking beside Kevin, his hand reaching up to settle on the lower part of the shorter man’s back.

The ocean hero tried his best to keep casual, though he knew he was failing with all his stuttering and how he would lose train of thought when (Y/N)s fingers brushed against the top of his ass and fingered at his belt just enough to be felt. As they reached The Deeps place, they had stopped outside the doors and Superior had leant in close, his eyes almost glowing but not with lasers but something else. His lips had just barely brushed against Kevin’s before the man pulled back, patting Kevin on the cheek, telling him he would see him soon with a wink and disappearing, likely teleportation.

Knees feeling shaky like they never had before, Kevin leant against his door and tried to comprehend what just happened. Fumbling with his hand he finally got the door open and stumbled inside, his pants feeling incredibly tight and constricting. Not even 15 minutes later found The Deep in his bed, on his knees and forehead pressed against the sheets as he fisted his cock like it was his life’s mission, mind full of images of the lazy cocky hero who had looked at Kevin like he wanted to eat him.

Kevin had come harder than he ever had before against his sheets, his hand tugging at himself until he was so sensitive, he sobbed into his sheets. Afterwards he found himself laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, chest heaving and legs feeling like jelly as he tried to understand what he had just done and what it meant.

The next two weeks passed with Superior hanging around The Seven more than he ever had before, though he mainly hung around The Deep. The stronger hero had turned down Vought’s offer to join them, laughing straight in their face when they tried to insist. Most of his time was spent following Kevin around, listening to the man talk in detail about sea life and how the mistreatment of the marine life at places like seaworld.

(Y/N) had even gone out to the ocean with Kevin and had swam with him, ducking into the waters and swimming to levels deeper than any human could ever achieve. Kevin hated to admit how his chest fluttered or how his cock perked up at the sight of the larger man coming out of the water, his wet clothes sticking impossibly close to his muscular frame.

After another swim in the ocean the two had returned to Kevin’s place, the two flying as (Y/N) carried Kevin in his arms. Entering through a window the two laughed together as water splashed all over the floors, the men still dripping oceanwater all over the place as Kevin was placed down on his feet.

“Im gonna go get cleaned up” (Y/N) said, motioning towards the bathroom to which Kevin nodded, trying his hardest not to imagine the other mans naked body. Kevin waited until he heard the water start up before he answered some of the marine life in fish tanks that had been trying to talk to him, whispering his flustered replies as one of the octopi mentioned how Kevin should just present himself to the strong man and let him take him.

“Its not like hed want to sleep with someone like me” he frustratingly whispered to the octopus, who almost rolled their eyes at him if that was possible. “He’s like a god, why would someone so hot want anything to do with someone like me?” he muttered, letting his eyes fall to the carpet as the octopus tried to point out (Y/N)s behaviors that meant the man liked him.

“What do you mean by `someone like me`?” (Y/N)s voice could be heard from the bathroom door, which Kevin now noticed was silent without the water running. Peeking over his shoulder he saw the door was wide open, the man of his desires leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a towel, hair still dripping as if he hadn’t dried it off enough. Kevin couldn’t stop but drink in all over the man’s body, gulping softly at the way his muscles pulled and stretched as he pushed off the doorframe and started making his way over.

Kevin tried to stutter an excuse or explanation, anything to get out of this conversation since he had pretty much confessed to wanting (Y/N) in a way that wasn’t acceptable, at least if you asked Vought. He soon found himself backed up against the aquarium, (Y/N)s wide frame caging him against the glass as he grabbed Kevin’s chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. Kevin wanted nothing more but to be swallowed up by the ground right then and there, or to just keel over and die on the spot.

That was when (Y/N) leant in and pressed their lips together, his eyes falling shut as Kevin’s widened, his hands dumbly flapping about before letting him come to a rest on the other man’s shoulders. Their lips gave a wet smack as (Y/N) pressed in deeper, a tiny moan leaving Kevin as the larger mans tongue brushed against his lips. Letting his lips part, Kevin shut his eyes and pushed his tongue against (Y/N)s, the grip on the other mans shoulders tightening as he let himself be devoured.

Shuddering at the wet slurp that left them as (Y/N)s tongue licked from one side of his mouth to the other, Kevin’s hips twitched forwards, already incredibly hard from just seeing the others body and kissing him. Pulling back from the kiss (Y/N) cradled the shorter mans face in his hand, looking at his face as if he was picking him apart. Before doubt and self-consciousness could start brewing though he leant in a kissed the tip of Kevin’s nose, muttering a comment about how pretty he was.

Leading them to the bed (Y/N) pushed Kevin down on his back, letting the man scoot up the bed until he was resting on his pillows. (Y/N) took a moment to look at Kevin again, tilting his head and squinting like he was taking him apart piece by piece and appreciating what he saw. “You truly are a sight” he muttered, reaching up to rub his hands up and down the other man’s trembling legs.

“Might wanna get these off” (Y/N) muttered, crawling up the bed to kiss at Kevin’s thighs, referring to the green pants of his hero suit. Kevin couldn’t muster up any words and simply nodded, reaching down to make quick work of his pants, almost ripping them off and throwing them to the side, his cock slapping against his still covered stomach and leaving a small puddle of precum.

(Y/N) quirked a brow in a teasing display of interest as he pressed in close, pressing a kiss just below the head of the length, staring up at Kevin as he threw his head back and keened. Reaching up the bigger man wrapped his hand round Kevin’s length and slowly started moving it up and down, twisting his wrist in ways that drove Kevin crazy.

Kevin almost sobbed as (Y/N) started jerking him off, his hands gripping at the sheets as he tried to thrust up into the hold as (Y/N) muttered praise and compliments the entire time. But he was quickly ripped out of his euphoria as the other man slipped his hand under Kevins shirt, the man quick to freeze up and choke out a plea to stop.

He could feel his gills quiver under his shirt, not even an inch away from (Y/N)s fingers. Kevin gulped the spit that had gathered in his mouth, trying not to cry at the thought of the other man seeing the disgusting display that was his torso. When Kevin tried to explain how gross his torso was and how (Y/N) would hate it, the other man just rolled his eyes a smidge and leant in to kiss Kevin again. “You don’t think I already knew? I have X-ray vision too you know, there’s nothing wrong with you Kevin, I think your just as beautiful as always” he commented against the other man’s lips, as if the idea of Kevin being a monster was completely out of this world.

It took a moment but Kevin finally decided to say fuck it and got the top portion of his hero outfit off, throwing the still wet fabric off to the side and turning his head away, not wanting to see (Y/N)s reaction to his biggest shame. But instead of reacting with disgust (Y/N) just leant in a kissed the middle of his stomach, working his way up to Kevins chest and slowly pushing him back onto his back again as he muttered more compliments and lustful promises.

Soon Kevin didn’t even seem to notice he was shirtless anymore as (Y/N) started moving the hand around him again and sucking hickeys all over his chest. The ocean hero gasped as he felt the other man’s fingers brush against his gills, his eyes snapping open to look down at what was happening only to meet (Y/N)s eyes. (Y/N) smirked around one of Kevins nipples and gave the bud a good suck as he twisted his hand just right, making Kevin’s eyes roll and a loud moan tumble out from between his lips.

(Y/N) didn’t do more than just teasingly brush his fingers against the edges of his gills as pulled at Kevin’s cock, moving his lips up from his chest to suck hickeys against the skin on the other man’s neck. Releasing his grip on the sheets Kevin wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and held onto him, clinging to the man as his orgasm grew nearer and nearer.

When Kevin felt (Y/N)s fingers just barely push inside his gills and twist his wrist just wrist he came, let out a loud keening sob as he came all over the other mans hand and his own torso. His gills clamped down on the tips of the other man’s fingers, the action of being touched in and around his gills had never been something Kevin had enjoyed, but with (Y/N) it felt so much more intimate.

Leaning up (Y/N) pressed their lips together in a wet but loving kiss, the man mumbling praise against Kevin’s lips as he squeezed the last few drops of white out of him. The larger man snickered softly as Kevin laid there panting, his body buzzing and quiet whimpers leaving his mouth. “You know your gonna have to let me go at some point, right?” he said, just barely wriggling the fingers that were still semi trapped.

Kevin knew the other man could easily rip his hand to himself, but was deciding not to. It made something in Kevin’s chest warm up at the thought that (Y/N) didn’t want to hurt him. Still buzzing from his orgasm, it took a few tries before he could move his gills, letting (Y/N) free his hands which made the ocean hero receive a sweet kiss.

Relaxing into the sheets Kevin shut his eyes and tried to catch his breath, already dozing off as (Y/N) left the bed to return with a wet cloth to clean up their mess. Kevin was almost fully asleep when he remembered that his partner had never gotten off and had only been wearing a towel the entire time, and he wondered if the man had been affected by what happened at all.

The length that pressed up against his ass as (Y/N) crawled up behind him and spooned him told him all he needed to know, but it didn’t seem like the stronger man wanted to do anything right now other than cuddle and take a nap. So Kevin got comfortable in (Y/N)s arms and let himself drift off, being lulled off to dreamland by the sound of the other mans breathing and heartbeat.

[ghidorahsrealm]

Noooooo, I didn’t draw kaijus to put them into DMC...

Titanus Ghidorah (my redesigned version) - Titanus Daevas and Apocryphan - Titanus Shinchū

Titanus Ghidorah:

Ichi is the main controller of the body. A prideful, borderline arrogant kaiju, Ichi acts as the mastermind or intelligent one of the three heads. He’s the one that plans everything and keeps Ni and San under control; he is capable of keeping his emotions under wrap, so no one knows what he’s visibly feeling at that point in time, though his actions says a lot more than his words do, despite him enjoying long and debatable conversations. Easily the most level-headed one and to keep focused on the main goal, unlike his fellow heads. He knows that brute force or manipulation alone isn’t enough to crush his enemies, so often, he blends the styles together to cause mass carnage and annihilate his enemies with lethal efficiency. Godzilla hates Ichi the most out of the heads.

Ni is the second head, and the most destructively violent one of the three heads. His head structure is made to cause absolute catastrophe by having a bite force stronger than Ichi or San’s, and no kaiju (minus Godzilla) is able to escape his jaws alive, or at the very least, shattered bones and profusive bleeding (that is difficult or impossible to stop due to venom glands Ni has). His electrical breath is the most devastating, but severely difficult to control, and more than likely can have just as much damage done to themselves as to the rest of the world. To rival his power, Ni is the boaster and highly aggressive. He sees the world as his playground - he is the king of Kings, he doesn’t have to follow orders (except he does, as Ichi controls a majority of the body). If an area in the world is too peaceful, or there is no battles amongst the kaiju, Ni is the most likely one to start it, as there always has to be conflict, or else what is the point in the world that they live in? Though, admittedly, the only one who can keep Ni calm for long periods is Mothra; no one is sure why this is the case, but kaiju and humans alike don’t complain much, considering Ni is a walking disaster ready to burst at any given moment. 

San is the third and last head. The most “innocent” one of the heads, San has appropriately adopted the name of “Kevin”, given to him by the humans who took notice of his dorky personality, but despite his pleasant mannerisms, he has his own dark side. Internally, San is sadistic, manipulative, and cunning. His outside personality isn’t an entire lie, but it’s not the entire truth. The reality is that his base nature fights against the kaiju he tries to be, a tug of war that lasts millennia with neither half gaining the upper hand for too long. San tries his best, he really does, but the scent of freshly drawn blood and screams of tiny humans tempts his inner bloodlust, and so he loses himself in the moment, focused only on the ruin that follows. He would cause chaos alongside the other two heads, but wouldn’t immediately end his opponents. Instead, he’d be the type to drink their blood, throw out taunts, mocking them, insulting them, using his slick words to get them to slip. He’d even eat the ashes of dead humans that have been vaporized, just to watch the horror fly on the faces of the humans who knew the ash pile moments before. Once San snaps out of it, he feels nothing but overwhelmingly crushing guilt; he knows he can’t be forgiven for the crimes, and knows that his thoughts would claw him from the inside out. But he tries to not let it get to him. The only thing to keep them at bay is try to make up what he’s done, to be the kind kaiju people knew him as, but trust is a tricky thing, and San often finds himself alone. No one knows how to pull him from his darkened state, though who knows, maybe he’ll find someone... maybe. (Oh, and he uses his horn to skewer and slash body parts off his opponents, that horn is razer sharp and can cut through steel painfully easily.)

Titanus Daevas:

Daevas is the first daughter of the Queen, Mothra, and the Devil, King Ghidorah. While it may appear that she has two heads that are separate individuals, it’s actually just Daevas, but split into two heads... if that makes sense. The extra head allows her to watch from both behind or below, while the other watches the front or above; additionally, it also means shes able to grasp objects or other kaiju, as with her front limbs, they’re more so meant for tearing into flesh with their serrated edges than actual carrying. Height wise, she’s taller than her father, though in overall bulk/mass, she is lighter with a more sleek build. Her tail is like that of a scorpions, with the curved edge holding a prevalent venom that prevents blood clots and induces mild paralysis, hindering her opponents limbs so that she may use her electrical beams to blast the opponent into puddles of blood. Or, if she so wished, she could use the barbs on her tail to slam into the opponent and have them break off similar to spines, though usually the process to regrow the barbs takes a considerable amount of time, so its only used for emergencies. 

Daevas (or Olvida, her human name) is a lost soul making due with what she has. Due to Ichi not caring for Daevas like how Ni does, he ultimately abandons her, which causes Ni to try and blow apart Ichi’s head; he does deeply care for his daughter, but his insecurities are deep, as he fears that he’d accidentally hurt or kill Daevas, or that he’d be a horrible example of a parent and lead her down a dark path like the one he has treaded upon. Ichi, noticing the internal struggle, manipulates Ni into giving into his head (as in reality, Ni isn’t as strong-willed like Ichi is), and convinces him that Daevas would be a lot safer being in the hands of Mothra than his own, and Ni caves. He was broken, and Mothra attempted to intervene, to try and reign in Ni and bring out his parental side, but he is too far gone, Ichi wormed too far into his psyche to where Ni wishes he didn’t have Daevas. He was always going to be a failure of a father, so why did he bring in such a precious life that he would inevitably destroy? His thoughts crushed Mothra, and it led to a long-felt depression to come crashing down. She started blaming herself for what has happened; this reflected in how she cares for Daevas (and soon, her younger sister, who has yet to hatch), where Mothra found herself lost more in her thoughts than caring for her daughter, and Daevas noticed. She wasn’t dumb, she noticed the look in her mother’s eyes. Looking at Daevas made Mothra succumb deeper into the abyss, a constant reminder of how Ni left, leaving Daevas fatherless. He was always around, yet, he ignored Mothra and Daevas whenever they were nearby, but when Daevas wanders up to him? He’d snap, but it was a cover up to try and prevent the merciless tears from pouring out. Daevas never tried again. 

An accident, that’s what she convinced herself she was. Her thoughts were even more solidified where one day, her mother was gone. Daevas had a dream before she woke up to Mothra being missing, the soft whispers of “I’ll be going away soon, but I’ll be back, I promise” resonated within her skull, and the young kaiju knew that those words were rooted in reality, but it wasn’t the full truth. A day she waited, a week, a month, a year. She wasn’t coming home, she had lied. Daevas left the nest that was once her home, knowing that she had been abandoned by the only hope left in her life - she was pained by this, oh the shattering of her heart echoed throughout her chest, making it hard to swallow and hard to breathe. But she endured, she was just an accident after all, along with her younger sister. Her sister was born after Ni had left the family, and was still only a larva when Mothra had abandoned them. She was weaker than Daevas, significantly weaker; she struggled to eat, her moves were sluggish, and her exhaustion knew no limits. Other kaiju would’ve abandoned her, seeing her as more of a burden to their survival than their own kin, but Daevas wouldn’t be like their parents. She cared for her sister, took her with on her travels. They never stayed in one spot, always moving, always surviving. Soon, she has reached her young adult hood, and her sister began to change into her moth form, though she was still reliant on Daevas. Daevas didn’t mind, she was her sister after all, and no matter the day, she’d care for her little sister. Even if she would die in her attempts to keep her safe.

Daevas is a survivor, so she doesn’t interact with the other kaiju in fear they’d attempt to harm her or her little sister. Not to mention, they’d think she was the hidden heir to the Devil, and while she doesn’t wish to be associated with her father, part of her yearns to be recognized by him, to at least be acknowledged that the power she has gives her great potential. Dae isn’t one to dwell on those thoughts for too long though, as it would risk the safety of both her and her sister, so she buries it under hard work hunting for food and making sure her sister is safe. Now, I wouldn’t say she’s the type to get over trauma easily, but Dae always attempts to look at it from a logical stand point: those kaiju that affected her the most aren’t in her life anymore, and so theres no point in dwelling on the suffering she had to go through. If she ever meets them again? She’ll attempt to let the past be the past, and focus on the future. The daughter of the Devil is more of a brawn over brains, but it’s not to say she is “dumb”. She’s a quick learner when it comes to learning to survive, but socializing? She is significantly slower with. She’d be hostile at first, definitely, and will likely keep up a hostile or intimidating front for a while for those she doesn’t know, but slowly over time, she’ll tolerate other kaiju being around. She prefers not to talk though, her speech is kinda... meh. Basic words to get the point across, but if you use too many big words, she won’t understand. Don’t try explaining it to her either, she’ll look at you like you’re an insane mad man.

Titanus Apocryphan:

The son of the Devil and Muto Queen, and the half-brother of Daevas and her sister. He is recognized as the true heir to Ghidorah, though he could care less about such a title. In the end, it is just a title, it has nothing of value and just a term to label something, which quite frankly, Apocryphan hates. King, queen, prince, princess, it doesn’t matter, and so he does get into scuffles with Godzilla sometimes when the King tries to assert his dominance over him, but if theres one thing Apocryphan hates, its control. Now, Apoc is nice, borderlining on a gentleman, but he shares no desires in being an alpha, no desires in having a mate and continuing the bloodline, he just wishes to experience life itself. Call him a hippie, if you will, but he’s the non-pacifist hippie. Just don’t piss him off; Apocryphan is one of the bulkiest kaiju, and he’d definitely body you if you can’t fly or don’t have matching bulk to withstand him toppling you. He’s by no means as agile as say, Daevas, but he does have a nasty lightning breath attack, able to use an EMP ability, and able to deal an AOE electric attack to knock down flyers temporarily. Despite him having appendages similar to wings, they’re more so used for protecting himself; flexible, yet undeniably tough hide, able to withstand extreme temperatures and resistant to damage. He’s the tank, so to speak. 

When he was born, he was actually adored by Ichi; the primary head adored his son, pride swelling within his chest at the sight of his spawn. He raises him well alongside his Queen, Barb, teaching him how to fight and in some cases, teaching him brutality if the situation so calls for it. Barb got on his hide for teaching their son such a thing, but it was quickly dismissed by Ichi, who told her he wouldn’t be trying to teach his son such things again. Barb was doting upon her son, though not overly so. She told stories about her species to a young Apocryphan, who was fascinated by such tales, and sometimes his father would come in to tell his own book of history about the kind he was apart of. In short, Apocryphan had the family Daevas had lost, and that made her nearly ignite herself into flames when she finds out about Apoc.

Now to the part I want to write about - Apocryphan and Daevas are heated rivals, but it’s pretty one-sided. Apoc genuinely wants to bond with the half-sister his father never spoke of, but Daevas sees him as just... well, a replacement for her. All those years of surviving, and this is the reward she receives for all of her painful suffering? She brews with intense, bloody hatred at the sight of him, and wants to slash him apart to show her dominance over her younger half-brother. What Apoc sees though? Just someone that’s broken, agonizingly so. So despite all of the near-death scenarios he throws himself into, he still tries to get to know Dae, to hear her story. That’s one she’ll likely never tell Apoc to his face though. His presence alone is a slap to the face for her.

Titanus Shinchū

Ah, the youngest sister of Dae, and older sibling of Apocryphan. Now, admittedly, she is the weakest character out of the ones I’ve written about so far. From what I do have of her, she is admittedly very weak for a kaiju. She can still be a thorn for humanity, but can be dealt with quickly. She was born with an autoimmune disease, so her body is constantly fighting herself, leaving her drained a majority of the time and difficult to... well, live. She doesn’t give up though, she would be the one too angry and stubborn to die, angry at the world. She never is harsh to her older sister, but everyone else, including Godzilla? Sarcastic and rude, always having a biting remark to nip at them. In a way, shes envious about the life they live - they don’t suffer from all the pain she has to go through, must be nice getting to live a normal life, to actually be able to function properly rather than consume yourself from the inside. I imagine her life span would be shorter compared to Dae, though her benefit is that she’s, thankfully, able to be reborn like how her mother does, but it’s always painful for Dae to see her die. A life of suffering, fueled by the anger that Shin has for the world and the hand that was dealt to their family. 

She clings to Dae a lot, admittedly. Dae is the wall, but Shin is the ranged attacker. Her wings are like a dragon fly’s, beating fast that generates a lot of heat to pulse through her body, and she’s able to launch electrical spines at her enemies with, honestly, quite good accuracy. She’s fast in the air, like, ungodly fast, but it takes a huge chunk of energy for her to go that fast, so usually she hovers, as it takes less energy, but honestly? Shin prefers not to fly at all; to her, you’re just painting a big ol’ red target on your underbelly, and while she doesn’t mind dying (since she’ll come back anyway), it’s a pain in the ass to get to her moth form again.

Hates Apoc too, but isn’t blinded by nothing but rage like Dae is. She’ll hear him out, if just to quell her curiosity, but then she’d tell him to scurry back to Ghidorah, he isn’t welcomed here.

that’s all im going to write bc my brain go poof  back to dmc i gooooo

[kiwiaok]

one more bit from “my love mine all mine” bc I’m actually kinda proud of how I captured drugged andrew’s thought process:

Everything's so damn funny lately. Kevin's desperation to get him to care about exy, the scarecrow of the man that hides under the name Neil, Wymack looking at him like he might be worth something more than the knives hidden under his armbands. And the pills, especially those little bastards. They're so funny they squeeze involuntary giggles through his teeth all the time.

It's truly hilarious that after so many survived years, Andrew is still just a naïve little kid on the inside. That all his truths still crumble when faced with reality. Andrew thought that even if his choices and body were never his, at least his mind was his own. That he could always take shelter in the privacy of his own head, that this was the one thing he would always have control over. And he fought for it, too. It's why he actually cooperated with Bee - he decided that he wouldn't allow anything, not memories and not past experiences to take control over his thoughts. Now, the pills laugh at him from where he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

Andrew laughs right back at them, dizzy and nauseous. It's like he has been spinning for a long time, and he can't stop. His thoughts cycle constantly, wildly; blue pills, blue eyes, blue like cyan, that's like cyanide, one of the symptoms of the poisoning is shortness of breath and tinnitus, tinnitus, there is always ringing in his ears but he doesn't know if it's from screaming or laughing and he doesn't know if it's coming from his own mouth or from other's and he doesn't know when was the last time he could take a full breath and there are maggots crawling under his skin, and he wants to cut himself open and pluck them out one by one, but he's not allowed, and he's not allowed to stop either, to pause, to breathe, to think.

Frankly, it's exhausting. Constant racing thoughts, a constant stream of feelings fabricated entirely from those funny little pills. Every time he's fed one of those, on a schedule, like a fucking dog, he obediently swallows and then imagines little blue, cyan pills dancing around in his brain. Andrew doesn't think that's the drugs' desired effect, but he doesn't say anything. Enough words fall unbidden from his mouth these days.

He stays quiet and never alone and never in control, just him and the dancing pills, spinning, spinning like on a carousel, and oh he was on a carousel once with Cass, Cass like Cassandra, that database management system that supports computer clusters, Andrew knows because he read about it once and now his mind will never let him forget and Andrew thinks he needs a Cassandra for his brain to manage all clusters of his memories and then he remembers that he needed Cass too, not that long ago, Cass the person, not the database system and he wanted her to stay but where Cass was there was Drake and there were hands dancing on his skin, dancing just like those little pills and isn't that so funny? It seems funny. Everything's so damn funny lately.

[wolf-saint]

hi you said you like asks so

who's your fave aftg character and why?

Hands down,,, I will stan Kevin Day till the end of time. He's the narrative core of the AFTG universe for me. It's his choices that drive this series! Seeing Neil's potential in Millport (even pre-knowing the mafia reveal), giving both Andrew and Jean promises to live/hope, choosing to re-learn to play and going to the foxes,,, He cares about people around him,, and he can come off as narrow-minded and insensitive in Neil's narrative but when you see his actions and re-consider what he says.. he's such a layered character ;-;

I can't stop thinking about how fractured Kevin must feel. Watching billboards and TV interviews…There's a version of him that exists; that is not him. It's a lie. His gothic double, his forced twin, a changeling, a mask. And he has to just endure that? Accept that there is a version of him who talks about a loving relationship with Riko, made up stories about training and holidays, pretending to be free... Accept how he is seen as the brightest star, the jealousy of every eye... But in reality, he's a snuffed flame. Barely lit. He's a caged bird :(

His struggles and the problems he faces aren't always acknowledged by other characters (anxiety, cult trauma, etc) and that is sad :/

Plus, when it comes to loving Kevin, I appreciate how he embodies the themes/ imagery of the story and characters. The series is called "All for the Game", and I like to question how that title fits so much to Kevin... How he puts everything into Exy.

Exy is his life because pre-Riko's death: he's controlled by the nest/ post-riko's death: he's under ichirou's contract. But it's also,,, more than that. This is his mother's game. It's her legacy. ("The Day Spirit Award is a trophy given to the NCAA team showing best sportsmanship.") And as much as Kevin plays Exy to save himself,,, he also plays for others.

He recognises Exy as a second chance for people. And as much as he yaps to the foxes about how bad they are,,, He wants them to improve for them,,, rather than him// his situation...

There are many thoughts about Kevin Day and I have not finished TSC and I know there will be another book so arghhh I can't even describe all my thoughts but,,, yeah Kevin Day ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) The character of all time for me...