#jamvan

[avadaniels]

Dimension 20: Misfits And Magic 2x11 "The Show Goes On"

[wizard-loving-wizard]

obsessed with evan calling jammer "the way, the truth, and the light"

[star-h0pper]

love love love evan immediately pulling out his wand when jammer lets go of tabby and is all shaken. the way he looks to jammer and only backs down when jammer tells him he's okay. between this and him killing boudicca for attacking k, he's never beating the guard dog allegations.

[decaffeinatedpaperobject]

honestly. shipping prongsfoot, jamvan, frowise, ronarry, hilson, AND tendonna has healed me. bestbestbestbest friends in the whole wide universe to lovers is the way to fucking go

[philip-the-nickel]

Ok, I know that everyone is down for Evan-Sam or K-Evan, they're great ships, but hear me out, hear me out-

Evan x Jammer

[rebuke-me]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Jammer was technically supposed to get back to the hotel before his coach realized he’d wandered off to find the nearest McDonald’s. Sue him, he wanted a dollar cone, and they’d won their tournament, so he deserved one.

He was wondering how much he wanted ice cream when he saw the fight in the McDonald’s parking lot.

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aka, what if jammer and evan DID meet in des moines that one time

[professorfcknmoriarty]

your economy of blessings

Three times Evan Kelmp wears an item of Jammer's clothing.

inspired by @ink-wells-and-feathers and @resplendeo

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[queenangst]

jamvan 5+1 wip? jamvan 5+1 wip [tw implied food insecurity and... evan’s bag of issues]

When Jammer makes his way down from the dorms, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sees sitting alone at one of the common room tables is Evan. He’s not really doing anything—Evan, that is—just tracing his fingers along the table’s surface and waiting. 

He looks sad. Which, to be honest, is usually how Evan looks, but man, Jammer is not Dream and not into that. 

“Yo, Evan!” 

Evan jerks, eyes widening a little when he spots Jammer slide into the seat across from him. A spark flares in those eyes even though he doesn’t smile. 

“Oh, uh, hey. Jammer. Good morning.” His hand stops, and he slips it under the table. 

Jammer spins his wand in his hand, thinking about what he wants. He can’t keep asking for McDonald’s for every meal. To be fair, he’s been testing what Kitch’s limits are and aren’t outside of a Rib Deluxe. It hasn’t been going great. 

Waffles, he decides. Surely Britain can do waffles. Butter. Maple syrup. Maybe some fruit.

He starts scrawling his order and feels, without looking up, Evan watching him. 

“You, uh,” Jammer says, slowing. “You want anything, Evan? I know you and your wand—I mean I can order for you.” 

Evan’s chair scrapes against the floor. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to be a bother, I mean, I got some food earlier, so… no. No, thank you.” 

Jammer nods. He feels, suddenly, wide awake even without a coffee. Okay. Okay. Right.