#trans kevin day

[queer-lovebot]

Kevin popping 3 ibuprofen every 6 hours and people think it’s bc he’s hurt his hand or his ankle but really he’s on his period and his cramps are killing him. 10x grumpier than usual and 100x more babyish. He’s a princess who gets everything he wants or is bitchy all day and everybody has to be Super nice to him or he’ll cry

[dysfunctionalcreature]

welp it's that time of the month, time to project my period cramps onto Kevin Day....

Kevin curled up on Andrew's bunk with a hot water bottle rewatching his fav past exy games while trying not to cry 🥺 it's the only time Kevin will ask for chocolate from Andrew's stash and the only time Andrew will agree to share it

Neil is also Suffering™ because his and Kevin's cycles are absolutely synced up, but Neil's been thru so much shit that he isn't even phased by cramp pain

Kevin: taking pain meds as often as he possibly safely can and still being constantly weepy and shaky from the pain

Neil: doesn't ever take pain meds despite definitely being in pain because for him it's just not comparable to being waterboarded and having his face cut open

And Andrew (amab imo) is there, sharing his chocolate, and refilling hot water bottles (Neil gets one too even tho he claims he doesn't need it), and bringing Kevin tissues because he's the type that cries his whole period, and giving Kevin occasional headpats when he's really going thru it

[feelingthedisaster]

im kinda curious what people headcanon, i read fics with a lot of different headcanons about his gender identity. please reblog for sample size

[willowbird]

for the fic prompt any trans Andrew thoughts? Or trans Neil or trans andreil lol dealers choice

DID SOMEONE SAY TRANSDREIL!?

But I would like to raise you... trans!Kevin. Because it has been STUCK in my HEAD for MONTHS now.

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The knock on the door was heavy but sluggish - more of a crash or a thump than a knock at all. At first, David thought that it was some dumb kid being a jackass (even 5 star hotels had shitty guests), but then it came again. And again. And again.

Then, as David sighed and begrudgingly rolled off his bed to go to the door, he heard a thin, rough voice call through it: "Please... I don't know where else to go..."

David picked up his pace. He did not know what he expected when he jerked the door open, but the teenager standing there was not it - especially not in the state that they were in.

"What the actual fuck, Kaitlyn?

Kaitlyn Day, daughter of world-famous violinist Kayleigh Day and then adopted by Kayleigh's close friend Tetsuji Moriyama in the wake of her mother's death. David had known her for most of her life, albeit from a distance. He had been close with Kayleigh when they'd been younger, and although they'd had something of a falling out shortly before she became pregnant with Kaitlyn they had stayed in touch enough for him to have developed at relationship of sorts with her daughter.

Kaitlyn flinched away from him, actually stumbling backwards quickly enough that her shoulders hit the opposite wall.

"Shit," David cursed, stopping himself from rushing forward. Instead he lifted his hands in a steady, placating gesture and lowered his voice. "Fuck. I'm sorry kid. Don't worry I'm louder than I am mean, you know that. Come on." He stepped back into the room and held the door open for her, doing his best not to stare at the shadows under her eyes or the blood at the corner of her mouth, the bruises starting to form. David Wymack had seen his fair share bruised and battered kids, though, so maybe that was why it was almost more off-putting that, in addition to the physical trauma clearly on display, from the way she held herself to the blood and the bruises, her hair had been chopped off. It hung in uneven chunks around her face, and as she passed by him into the room David saw that there were some patches that had been so close to her scalp the blades had nicked the skin.

Swallowing his questions for the moment, David glanced quickly down the hall -- one way and then the other -- before shutting and locking the door. When he turned back around, Kaitlyn was standing clear on the opposite side of the room, hugging herself and chewing her thumbnail down to the quick.

David gave himself another twenty seconds to get his shit together, then he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Kaitlyn, what the fuck happened?"

Even though his voice was calmer now, steady, she still flinched. David grit his teeth against the bubbling of anger that churned in the center of his body -- a vat of blistering, protective rage that was getting closer and closer to boiling over every time she shirked away from him. Perhaps he did not know Kaitlyn as well as he might have if he and Kayleigh had been better to each other, if they hadn't fallen out in the way that they had, but he didn't have to be in the girl's inner circle to know that this... this timid thing before him was not her.

Kaitlyn Day was a fucking thunderstorm in human form. As captivating as she was terrifying, she was a musical prodigy that had been performing in huge, prestigious venues since she was three years old, first on the piano, then on violin, then flute, before stunning the world yet again when she opened her mouth and started to sing. International cross-genre acclaim was achieved when she was only fifteen, after she and her adoptive brother Riko diverted from classical music in a bold move to form a pop band.

She was an idol, with adoring fans on every continent.

She was also, David was remembering very suddenly and with a sharpness that hurt, an eighteen year old kid. She was a wildfire, but she was not invulnerable, and someone had hurt her.

"Kaitlyn," he said again, and he lowered his voice even further. He made himself as small as he could, sinking down to sit on the coffee table that filled out the small sitting area of the hotel suite.

Again, Kaitlyn's shoulders hitched up and her face turned, her brown condensing into a sharp v of discontent. When David opened his mouth to speak again, though, to plea with her to tell him what the fuck was going on and to demand she point him in the direction of the sorry fuck who touched her, her eyes snapped up to his and he finally saw that it wasn't only fear, it wasn't only pain. Burning right beside whatever trauma she was wrestling with was a bright, effervescent rage.

He snapped his mouth shut.

"No," Kaitlyn said. Her voice was rough, raspy. She cleared her throat and held his gaze as she said more clearly, putting in visible effort to keep herself steady to lift up her chin when her instincts were still begging her to duck it.

"No," she said again. "Not... Not Kaitlyn."

David frowned, confused. "What?"

Then she said, "Kevin."

Still not understanding, David shook his head. "Kaitlyn, what? Who is Kevin?" A thought struck him and he had to curl his hands into fists on top of his thighs to keep from standing. "Is he who did this? Point me in his direction, Kaitlyn, and I swear I--"

"No!" This time, her voice cracked, and there was a desperation in her tone that had David pulling back. Her eyes were wide, every muscle in her body taut. She swallowed thickly around the words he could see her trying to say. Her mouth opened and shut a few times, then she grit her teeth and growled, "No. Me. I'm not Kaitlyn. I am Kevin. Kevin."

Tears, a phenomenon that David had never before witnessed with Kaitlyn and had only ever seen once from her mother, welled suddenly in the girls eyes. Her face was flushed, tinged pink around the hurts. With her hair a chopped mess and her eye visibly beginning to well, the tears added a raw sort of wildness that was so far apart from the rigid control Kaitlyn usually adhered to with zealous enthusiasm that he fleetingly wondered if he was instead talking to a different girl entirely. A long-lost twin.

He shook his head, or at least he went to -- but he aborted the gesture mid-motion as the inkling of understanding tugged at him. He studied her, letting her words turn the lights on one at a time until the pieces finished falling into place.

Then he said, "Kevin." A question, a confirmation.

Jade fire eyes held his own and there was so much weight in that single stare.

After a long, tense moment where David didn't think either of them so much as breathed, the bearer of those eyes gave a single slow nod.

David took in a slow breath and nodded as well. "Alright. Okay. That's... good. Kevin." Slowly, so Kevin didn't think David's motive was violence, David pushed himself to his feet and approached. He lifted one hand and reached out. When the kid didn't flinch away, David rested it on his shoulder.

"Kevin," David said again, and because he was still holding the boy's gaze he saw the moment when Kevin's resolve shattered. The tears he had been battling back broke the dam. His shoulders slumped. His knees trembled. When he stumbled, David was there to catch him and he pulled him easily into his arms. He didn't pretend not to hear the sobs that came next, absorbed by his chest the same way the tears made their new home in the fabric of his shirt.

No, instead he wrapped his arms around him, around Kevin. He rested one hand on the back of his neck and squeezed gently and he said, "Hey, it's alright. I've got you, son. It's alright. I've got you. I'm here."

[thekingofithaca]

i thibk kevin day should be.pregant

[kraeftwerker]

I had a vision today at work and now I can’t get it out of my head.

Transwoman Kevin Day (idk a good name for her, something super beautiful and dorky from the Roman Empire probably). She is stuck in Exy and uses all her free time to get out of her head as much as possible. Then she’s in a horrible car accident and is somehow completely unable to play Exy and not like when Riko broke her hand.

So she goes through like, forced medical leave and gets sober. But now she has to learn her body in a whole new way and realizes what she was running from.

She figures out her shit, and at Jeremy and Jean’s insistence she starts to look for new hobbies and interests.

IDK why but I feel like she would latch on to music and would become this like … ultra hot DJ. Think like Charlie XCX and Sophie vibes, with a dash of Ethel Caine (because our girl has Trauma).

Anyway I wanna write this but it might just be my daydream forever

[kayuriy]

flopping so bad i may start posting the transfem/fem kevin day fanfiction

[internetcowboi]

Two things u should know abt Kevin Day:

1. He is trans bc I say so

2. He ritually takes thirst trap selfies in the gym and the other Foxes are not allowed to say anything abt it 😂

[allforthesong]

Thinking about how, whilst not all at once, I love every single of the Foxes being trans

[queer-lovebot]

Kevin shaking and sniffling, eyes closed: o-okay is it in? Is it in yet? Andrew I’m scared

Andrew: If you’re gonna bitch every time I give you your T I’m making Abby switch you to gel

[dysfunctionalcreature]

I need Kevin to be transfemme because I need thee Kevin Day to grow up to look exactly like Kayleigh

[quequeishere]

some trans neil (and kevin) doodles

[overallsonfrogs]

My favorite thing about TSC is that this alternate version of 2007 has boba tea

Edit: okay so I’ve been told that there was boba in SoCal in the 2000s but there definitely wasn’t in rural PA (my hometown just got a boba place like 6 months ago) (also I was 8 in 2007)

[take-it-on-the-run]

[lucky-slice]

always good to have a friend