#kwp

feat disapproving jason, and of course…kevin

Each day has 2 prompts to choose from, where you can draw, write, craft, edit, make a playlist, etc! Descriptions of the prompts are listed below for inspiration, but feel free to interpret them in your own way.

SFW PROMPTS

Day 1: Rivalry, Road Trip

Day 2: Fav Ship, Fav Alter Ego

Day 3: Mafia, Rom-com

Day 4: Flowers, Dream

Day 5: Genderbend, Horror

Day 6: Death, (Re)Birthday

Day 7: Free Day

Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.

Kyle Week 2025 is a character appreciation event that will run from May 20th - May 26th. Each day has two prompts to choose from, of which you can do anything: write, draw, edit, make a playlist, whatever you like!

SFW PROMPTS

Day 1: Kisses, Friendship

Day 2: Quiet Night In, Outing

Day 3: Formal Wear, Career

Day 4: Seasons, Bar Mitzvah

Day 5: Hobbies, Trouble

Day 6: Free Day, Rewind

Day 7: Celebration, Carnival

Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.

[costume masterpost here]

Bob Sheldon is/has been portrayed by: Kevin William Paul, Barton Cowperthwaite, RJ Higton, Cole Zieser, and John Patrick Collins Paul Holden is/has been portrayed by: Dan Berry, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Kevin Csolak, Ryo Kamibayashi, John Patrick Collins, Cole Zieser, RJ Higton, and Davis Wayne Ensemble Soc boys are/have been portrayed by: RJ Higton, Barton Cowperthwaite, Sean Harrison Jones, Kevin Csolak, Cole Zieser, Davis Wayne, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Henry Julián Gendron, Ryo Kamibayashi, Cameron Burke, Matthew Varvar, and Devin Tyler Hatch

Letterman Jackets

ALL SOC BOYS have a letterman jacket that they wear during the first act/during the drive-in scene

Class Rings

ALL SOC BOYS wear a class ring (gold metal with large green stone)

Sneakers

ALL SOC BOYS have one pair of white sneakers that they wear in every Soc boy track they cover.

White Converse (KWP, Dan, Barton, Henry, Cameron, Matthew, RJ, Davis, & Cole, pictured respectively below)

Sean, Kevin, JPC, & Devin wear these:

Ryo wears these:

I do not have photos of the shoes worn by: Victor

Socks

Generally, the Soc boys seem to wear socks that match the color of their shirt/their general color scheme. The following photos are of KWP Bob (purple), RJ Chet (yellow), Barton Brill (green), & Ryo Chet/Brill/Trip (white with orange and blue stripes) respectively:

do not have a photo but Henry wears mint green/light teal socks

Patterns

Below are references for the patterns on most of the Soc boys’ shirts:

Bob: Short-sleeved lavender button-up shirt with square pointillism-type pattern in the fabric itself

Paul: plain yellow v-neck sweater worn over white turtleneck shirt

RJ/Davis: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with brown, yellow and white plaid pattern on a dark orange-red background

Barton/Devin: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with striped pattern in different shades of green

Sean/Kevin/Cole: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with blue, pink, and white plaid pattern on a blue background

Henry/Matthew: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with wide stripes in light grey, white, and mint green

Victor: wide-striped sweater in light blue, light grey, and white over blue turtleneck

Ryo: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with white stripe pattern on orange background

Cameron: Short-sleeved button-up shirt in yellow, white, turquoise, and dark blue plaid pattern

Matthew (only when Henry is on as a Soc boy): Short-sleeved button-up shirt with red and blue plaid pattern

Author's Note: no cause why is this so cute

Mom of the Group

Robert 'Bob' Sheldon x reader

They called you “Saint” sometimes.

Not because you were perfect, or because you didn’t swear when Chet spilled a milkshake in your car again, but because you were the only person in that whole golden-haired group who actually paid attention to them.

Even Bob.

Especially Bob.

Friday night at the drive-in was ritual. Your car parked sideways along the gravel so they could all sit on the hood and joke too loud, pass popcorn, complain about how “nothing good ever plays anymore.” Bob had his arm slung around your shoulders, not possessive, just comfortable, like it was meant to be there.

You’d been his girl for a while now. The only girl who didn’t fall at his feet, which probably explained why he looked at you like you were the moon and every ocean tide it could pull.

“Saint,”Trip groaned, flopping onto the passenger side door beside you. “Brill tried to jump the fence and tore his shirt. Do you know how much that shirt cost?”

“Probably less than his brain cells,” you muttered, already digging through the glove box for a mini sewing kit you kept just for this reason.

Bob smirked as Trip pouted. “She’s gonna fix it, isn't she?”

“Duh,” Chet huffed, holding the torn shirt out like a broken toy. “She always does.”

“Y/N, this kid’s not even your problem,” Bob murmured in your ear, voice low and warm.

You just shrugged, threading the needle. “You’re all my problem.”

A few of the others wandered up next, like moths to a flame. Brillwith a scraped knee. Chetasking if you had Advil. Paul flinching when you threatened to yell at them all if they didn’t stop throwing popcorn at passing cars.

Bob watched the whole thing with something soft in his eyes. He pretended to be annoyed, but you could feel the way he leaned into your touch, how he let your hand brush against his knuckles when you passed him the popcorn tub.

“Why do you do it?” he asked quietly when the others finally wandered off to flirt with some girls and their own.

“Do what?”

“Take care of us.” He didn’t say me, but he didn’t have to.

You paused, searching his face. He looked tired tonight. Not in the sleepy way — but in that worn, aching way Bob sometimes did when the drinks caught up with him and the charm cracked at the edges.

“Because someone should,” you answered softly. “Even trouble deserves someone who cares.”

He looked down. Said nothing. But his fingers found yours, twined them slow and steady.

And you knew that under all the swagger and smoke and recklessness, Bob Sheldon was just a boy who never really figured out how to be loved the right way.

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You’d never forget that night.

The last time you saw him alive.

When they told you what happened — how he died with anger in his chest and blood in his lungs — you didn’t cry right away.

You sat in your car. In the same spot. Drive-in screen flickering, untouched popcorn in the passenger seat.

You thought about how he always passed it to you first. How he’d rest his chin on your shoulder when the movie got boring. How he never told you, not in words, but he showed you — every single time — that he’d started to believe he was worth something, because you believed it first.

They called you “Saint.”

You didn’t feel like one now.

But for Bob?

You were the closest thing to heaven he ever had.

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