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Long haired Kevin anybody?

Slay, Queen, slay <3

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neil: don't overreact

kevin, digging a grave: i'm not

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Foxes reaction to Neil's trauma:

Foxes reaction to Kevin's trauma:

#neil josten #the foxhole court #aftg #kevin day #the raven king #the king's men #palmetto state foxes

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Baby Kevin and his Mammy painting ig 🧍

TW - overstimulation

Kayleigh emptied her bag of shopping onto the kitchen table and laid old newspaper down, making sure that no glimpses of table was seen. She was in town, doing her usual grocery shopping, when she passed an old craft shop that she hadn’t seen before. The windows had seen better days and the bell didn’t sound when she entered the shop but the inside was seemingly brand new. The walls and shelves were filled with paints, canvases and brushes; glitter, glue and coloured tape; even a whole table just for tissue paper. She grabbed one of everything and payed, the cashier seeming more than grateful, before leaving the shop with a surprise for her little angel. “Kevin, you can come in now”, she called round the corner of the doorframe, a smile already playing on her lips. She knew that Kevin needed an activity to distract him, since going to kindergarten had disrupted their little routine Kevin had been having meltdowns frequently throughout the week, leaving them both worn out and on edge. Kevin stepped into the kitchen clutching his Foxy teddy tight, chewing on his shirt sleeve. “Do you want to do some painting?”, Kayleigh took one of wrists and gently walked him to his chair, smiling to herself as Kevin let out an excited squeal at the art supplies. “You need to put Foxy down or he’ll get dirty”, Kayleigh tried to take the fox from Kevin’s grip but let go as he let out an earsplitting cry, “okay, but if you get paint on him he won’t be very happy”. Kevin looked up at her before sighing and sitting his Fox down behind him on the chair. He scowled up at his Mom before grabbing a paintbrush and rubbing it against the blank canvas. Kayleigh laughed to herself as she sat opposite him, squirting little blobs of child friendly paint onto the newspaper. Kevin eyed the paint but grabbed the purple glitter glue instead, twisting at the cap until it fell off. “Pull up your sleeves, baby”, Kayleigh pulled her own canvas in front of her and picked up a pencil, sketching a vague outline of the little boy in front of her. Kevin pulled his sleeves up and emptied the bottle of glitter glue onto his canvas, choosing to wipe his hands through it to cover the whole canvas. He let out a small squeal and kicked his little legs under the table, humming as the glue stuck his fingers together. “What are you making, besides a mess?”, Kayleigh asked, briefly looking up at Kevin before looking back down at her drawing. She knew that Kevin couldn’t answer, he hasn’t said a single word to anyone, not even her. Language delay, selective mutism, slow development, the doctors kept changing their minds on the name but she didn’t mind. She understood Kevin’s little noises and knew that she’ll hear his little voice one day. “Mmm”, Kevin hummed and waved his canvas at her, showing her his creation. To say that is was an incoherent mess of purple glitter and green paint was understatement, this was a visual attack that left no survivors. “That looks really good, little man”, Kayleigh smiled as Kevin giggled and chucked his canvas down, wiggling his fingers against the sticking glue. Kayleigh began sketching a small Foxy to match her sketched Kevin, shading sparkles in the little bead eyes. Her paper Kevin was smiling, holding his teddy up on display, toothy grin spread wide.

She looked up at her small Kevin, rubbing his hands and leaving harsh red patches on the skin. “Mmm”, he hummed quietly, hitting his back against the chair causing his voice to wobble. “What’s wrong?”, Kayleigh got up and rushed around the table, pulling Kevin’s hands apart, “don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself”. Kevin screeched and waved his hands, the glue crusting around his tiny fingers. He let out a whine and kicked his legs together, bashing his knees against the bottom of the table. “C’mere”, Kayleigh whispered, lifting him out of his seat as she sat down on the floor, “we can’t do anything until you’ve calmed down, okay?” Kevin shook his headend scraped at his glue crusted hands. “Sshhh, let’s sing a song”, she hummed quietly to herself as she rocked slowly, holding Kevin close to her chest. She cleared her throat before singing, a soft ballad that her Mom used to sing to her when she was small. It always made Kevin quiet, his big green eyes widening to the sound of his mother’s voice. Soon enough he quietened down, relaxing his hands as he nestled close to his Mom’s chest. They stayed like that, curled up and rocking until the song was finished and Kevin’s eyes were close to drooping closed. “Do you want to wash your hands now?”, Kayleigh whispered, placing a soft kiss against Kevin’s temple. Kevin nodded and wrapped his hands around his Mom’s neck, pressing his face into the slope of her neck. “You’ll always be my little baby”, Kayleigh smiled and stood up, carrying Kevin to sink where she sat him against the side. “Is the water warm enough?” Kayleigh asked as she guided Kevin’s hands under the running tap. He nodded and began washing his own hands, clapping under the water to spray it up Kayleigh’s front. He let out a small giggle and flapped his hands dry, humming his Mom’s song as she helped him onto the floor. She crouched down to bring her face to Kevin’s, placing a hand up to his chubby cheek, “I love you, little one”. Kevin let out a huff and stepped forward, “Mm”, he hummed as he placed his forehead against his Mom’s, “Mammy”.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #kevin day #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #aftg textpost #kevaaron #andrew minyard #andreil #incorrect aftg

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So here’s some Nicky coming out angst because I’m nice :)

TW - coming out, religious trauma, talk of suicide, conversion camp/therapy, physical and verbal abuse, gender dysphoria, anxiety

Nicky ran a hand down his thighs and took a deep breath. He looked across the table to his stern faced father and cleared his throat. He couldn’t hide himself anymore, it was be open and living the life he was meant to live or to not live at all. He knew this was going to be bad, but they wouldn’t kick him out, they were his family. They couldn’t be that cold-hearted. He cleared his throat again and placed his cutlery down with a soft click. “Ma, Father”, he let out a deep shaky breath and forced himself to look into his father’s eyes, “there’s something I want to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while”. His parents exchanged glances and his father placed his cutlery down, looking up to the heavens before nodding for Nicky to continue. “I’m..um..I’m a boy”, he choked the words out around his fast closing throat, digging his nails into his thighs, “I’m trans”. He heard a soft gasp from beside him and a muttered prayer leaving his mom’s mouth. “[DEADNAME], you’re a girl”, his father started, holding up a silencing hand as Nicky attempted to protest, “you are just confused. Many people your age get led astray thinking this way, you’ll grow out of it. Now eat up”. Nicky bit back a whine and shook his head, staring down at his half eaten dinner, “Father, please just listen”, he turned his head to look at his Mom who placed a warning hand on his wrist. “No hables”, she muttered, staring Nicky dead in the eye. “No, I’m not staying quiet”, he felt his voice raise and willed himself to calm down, “I’m a boy, okay? Whether you like it or not I’m a boy. And guess what? I’m gay. I’m a boy that likes boys and you can’t-“. Nicky’s father slammed his palms onto the table and stood up, knocking his chair in the process, “You will be quiet. I will not allow this talk of in my house under the eyes of the Lord!” Nicky shrunk down into his seat and swallowed a hard lump. “I will give you one last chance to apologize and change your ways before I’m sending you up to your room”, his father’s eyes were wide with rage as he glared down at his son. “I’m sorry..but I’m a boy and your Lord can’t change that”, Nicky found his words and hoped that they hurt, for all they’ve done, for their reaction, he wanted them to feel his pain. His pain from hiding it and hoping it would go away, for the years of being forced into dresses and skirts, the wrong pronouns, the wrong name. For the painted pink bedroom with a bookshelf of dolls and ballerina dressed teddies. For the Lego for girls, the pink play-doh and the Barbie houses. All he ever wanted were hotwheels. One toy car that he could drive around his carpet, making car noises and sticking his lego people in. But he had to settle with bright pink Barbie cars instead. He stood up from his seat and slammed the chair into the table, trying to stand tall like his father, but instead being belittled against his father’s height.

“You. Will. Behave.” His father spoke through gritted teeth as he lifted his hand up and slapped Nicky hard across the cheek. “Dad-“, Nicky took a step back as his father grabbed a clump of his hair, dragging him upstairs towards his bedroom. His scalp was burning and he thought too late that death would’ve been a better choice as he was forced onto his knees by his bed, his hands forced into a prayer as his father slammed Nicky’s head down onto the bed. “Tell Him! Tell Him what you’ve told us! See if He agrees!”, his father’s spit landed hot onto the back of Nicky’s neck, causing a shiver of fear to race down his spine. “I can’t hear you praying”, his father spat as he spoke right into Nicky’s ear, “I said pray!”. Nicky choked out a half prayer before breaking down into tears, his prayer becoming more a plead. A plead to his father, his mother, a plead to God. Why, if He cared for everyone, was his scalp bleeding and his ears ringing from his father’s shouts? Why could he feel fragments of his heart pierce his lungs? Why couldn’t he play with cars? Why couldn’t he live without repent? “Dad, please”, Nicky whispered, his voice hoarse from the tears, “you always wanted a son”. His father let out a flat chuckle and turned to leave the room, “I wanted a real son. Not a cheap delusion like you”. Nicky fell sideways onto the floor as he heard his father lock the bedroom door and stomp back down the stairs. He stared up at the bookshelves of barbies and felt relief that at least they hadn’t thrown him onto the streets.

“[DEADNAME], wake up”, Nicky blearily opened his eyes and blinked up at his father who was dressed for the day, swinging open the curtains, “get dressed and meet us downstairs”, he turned to face Nicky with a cold smile, “we have a surprise for you”. Nicky watched his father leave the room and felt a spark of hope in his chest. Maybe his parents felt bad for the way they reacted last night. Maybe they’re going to take him to a fancy meal for an apology, they’ll accept him and say sorry and he’ll forgive them. Because they’re his parents, they’ll always come around in the end. He jumped out of bed and got dressed as quick as he could, rubbing his eyes as he made his way downstairs. “Morning”, he croaked, his voice hoarse from a night of crying. “[DEADNAME], sit down”, his mom gestured for him to join them at the table where his plate was piled high with pancakes. He ignored the name they called him as he sat down, not hesitating to devour his breakfast as his parents exchanged hidden looks. “Have you changed your mind?”, his father asked, looking over the top of his coffee at Nicky. “About what?”, Nicky asked, not covering his mouth as he chewed. “About your stunt last night?” his fathers words made Nicky freeze with his fork halfway to his mouth. “It wasn’t a stunt. I’m a boy”, Nicky ground his words out as the food in his mouth suddenly turned to acid, burning away his tongue. “Wrong answer”, his father sighed as if he were stressed and pulled a leaflet from his pocket, “we didn’t want it to come to this, but you have left us no choice. If you want to stray so far from your Lord, then we must give you a gentle push back into the right direction”. Nicky swallowed his mushy food and slid the leaflet towards himself. “Dad, is this-?”, Nicky shook his head in disbelief and prayed that this was all a dream. That he’d wake up and this would all have been a nightmare. A twisted, brutal nightmare. “It’s a camp to help youths that have lost their way”, his mother smiled down at him as she nonchalantly sipped her orange juice. “Fuck me, please tell me you’re not sending me to conversion camp?”, Nicky laughed sarcastically and chucked the leaflet back at his father. “Language, [DEADNAME]. Good people run this camp, they have fun activities and prayer sessions to bring you back to us”. Nicky wanted to scream as he looked at his father’s smile, how could he be so happy about sending his own child to conversion therapy? “Dad, you can’t be serious?”, his tone became desperate as his father rose from his chair and walked towards the door. Nicky followed his father with his eyes and saw the packed suitcase, the bright red suitcase that had black spots like a ladybird. He hadn’t used that one since he was a child, when bugs were his obsession (much to his parents disgust). “Mama, por favor”, Nicky turned to his Mom and clutched her arm. She turned her head away and shook her head, “it is the only way. I want my beautiful daughter back”. Nicky didn’t think that a heart could break more than it did in that moment. His own Mom couldn’t even look at him, his father was sending him away to a camp of death. He stood up and backed away to press his back up against that kitchen counter, “I’ll be good, I’ll be a girl, please”. He’d heard too many stories about places like that, too many people not coming back from it. Too many suicides and too many assaults. “I’ll pray, please”. He knew he sounded like a little kid, but he’d do anything to not go there. He’d hide himself away till his last breath if it meant avoiding that camp. Nicky dropped onto his knees and clasped his hands, pressing his lips to his hands as he whispered a broken prayer, a curse and a promise to a corrupt man in the sky.

“You’ve had your chance, you won’t change your ways without our help”, his father grabbed Nicky’s elbow hard enough to leave bruises and dragged him towards the front door. He’s wasn’t even wearing shoes as he was chucked into the passenger seat of the family car. “Dad, please”, he cried, twisting his neck painfully to watch as his Mom stood at the porch, waving goodbye as if he was only going on a weekend holiday. “Mama!”, he shouted as his father opened the car door to climb in. “Quieten down, you’re acting like a child”, his father slammed the door shut and started the car, “you’d be a terrible man acting like this”. His father pulled away and Nicky watched through blurred tears as his life was left behind.

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I haven’t posted in a while and looking at the thing I just wrote I probably shouldn’t post now (it’s short)

TW - alcohol

Kevin tipped that last drop of vodka into a glass and sighed, watching the liquid ripple. His head hurt and his limbs hurt and his chest hurt and..He relapsed. Again. But Bee said relapses are okay so this is okay. Or maybe that’s just the excuse Kevin wanted to use because he knew he’s not okay and he probably never will be. He hand itched as he ran his down his jeans, his palm knocking his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and blearily typed in his password, getting it wrong before trying two times. He stared at his homescreen for a beat, swallowing down a lump that had formed. He was with the Foxes, just after their win at the championships, the last time he was happy before everything went wrong. Again. He felt a ghost of a smile brush his lips as the feeling of triumph tried desperately to fill the deep cavern that had become his chest. God he was alone. None of the Foxes smile with him anymore. Apparently grieving over someone makes you a monster. Not that he cared (he did, god how he cared). He opened his contacts and thumbs through a list of names and clicks on one that brings his so much pain and love that it makes him want to gag. He pressed ‘call’ without a second thought, waiting with a beating heart before the ring turn to an answer phone. He knew he wouldn’t pick up, he could’ve put money on it. He waited for the beep before clearing his tight throat:

“Hi, Jean. I just wanted to call to say..I don’t know. I just wanted to say hi I guess. Oh! I saw that you and Jeremy are a thing now..” He picked up his glass and swirled the liquid around in the glass. “I’m happy for you. You deserve to be happy after, well, everything. I don’t really know what to say, I just kind of clicked on your contact because I miss you, I don’t know”. He hesitated before placing the glass down and dropping his head into the crook of his arm. “That’s stupid, I take that back. I just,” his voice sounded muffled through his arm so he lifted his head up, sighing as he stared up at the kitchen ceiling, “I wish we spoke more, or at all because I’m kinda feeling like shit and I need your awful singing to cheer me up. I don’t mean to be negative, fuck, I just....I’m sorry. I’m just a mess right now and, I don’t know, seeing you so happy just-“, Kevin thought back to the last time he was happy, all that time ago and shook his head, “I wish I had your second chance”. He hesitated, biting the inside of cheek before whispering: “You don’t have to call me back, not that you were anyway. Bye, mon ange”. He pulled his phone away and stared at the call before hanging up, chucking his phone across the room. He was so tired. So fucking tired of everything and everyone telling him how to feel. No one knew him, yet they all thought they did. Everyone was so entitled to talk about Kevin but him and he was sick of it. He sat up and stumbled towards the bathroom, dropping to his knees and sinking to lie on the ground; his hot skin sighing as it hit the cold floor. “Fuck”, he whispered as he closed his eyes, forcing to dream something happy. A field of sheep, a smiling child with chubby fists clutching toys, a tired mom singing in a forgotten language, a body lain to rest.

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Did I hear unrequited Kandrew? (Also don’t judge me for the short length, I cba anymore)

Anyway I’ve been gone a while because life has fucked me and now I’m too raw to be motivated 🤰🤰

TW - suicidal thoughts, dark thoughts, hints to forms of SH, depression

Kevin dangled his feet over the edge of the roof, hands clutching the the ledge. Palmetto looked so beautiful as the sun went down, small clusters of students laughing on their way back from lectures, pink clouds lighting up the sky, late night traffic twinkling their headlights across the horizon. Kevin wished he could stay in this moment. He wished a big gust of wind would push him down and this would be the last thing he would see. He hadn’t been to any lectures in the past two weeks; a heavy dark feeling kept him in his bed, pulling him beneath the covers. He told everyone he’s sick. It wasn’t a complete lie, the heaviness in his body made him puke, made him cry on the bathroom floor late at night for no one to hear but himself. Every word he’d spoken, every move he’d made had been his silent cry for help; maybe his whole life had been a cry for help but everyone had gone deaf. He clutched the ledge tighter and breathed out, a breath that he’d been holding for so long just to burn his lungs. He wished he could scream, could cry, could jump off the edge, but his body was too heavy to move. Maybe if he stayed there long enough he’d freeze to death. Luck had never been on his side though.

“It’s getting cold”, Andrew shouted from the door leading to the roof. He watched as Kevin barely registered his presence; his shout was merely a whisper against the ring in Kevin’s ears. He walked over and kicked Kevin’s back lightly, waiting for any sign of life in the hunched body. “It’s pretty”, Kevin whispered, not taking his eyes from the sky. “It’s the same as every other night”, Andrew joined Kevin at the edge, lighting up a cigarette and holding the smoke in his lungs longer than he should. Andrew and Kevin were the same nowadays: they’d do anything just to be reminded how to feel. But the feeling that reminded themselves of was always pain. “I don’t want to go back in”, Kevin whispered, finally taking his eyes off the horizon to look down into Andrew’s bored eyes. Those eyes that he cared for too much to admit. Those eyes that reminded him just how little he is now in comparison to who he used to be. Andrew hummed and blew smoke just beside Kevin’s head, “your choice”. He looked over at the traffic, imagining each car’s individual life. Their own problems. “Will you stay out here”, Kevin scratched the back of his hand and watched Andrew’s face intently, “with me?” Andrew paused with his cigarette close to his mouth before taking a long drag. The smoke burned his lungs again. “You want too much”, Andrew muttered as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip, “and take too much”. He looked over to watch Kevin, “you’ve been spoiled in that hell of yours”. Kevin felt the heaviness in his body grow as he hung his head, “you’re a dick”. Andrew huffed a flat laugh, “you’re asking the wrong person that question. I can’t be your answer”. Andrew looked at the closed door behind them and flicked his cigarette off the edge, “not now”. Kevin stared at the darkening clouds, masking with the last bit of energy he had. He couldn’t cry, not anymore. That was taken from him too. He heard the scuff of Andrew’s shoes as he left, slamming the door shut behind him. He watched as geese flew across the sky in a perfect V, a form so familiar that it hurt. He wanted to fly, too.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #kevin day #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #andrew minyard #kandrew #kandreil #andreil #neil josten

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Folks, this is heavy but with a happy ending

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TW - hints to abuse, intrusive thoughts, grief, moving on

Kevin didn’t think he was hard to like, until he met Riko. He endured the bullying, the pain, the dark thoughts. And then he was free and with the Foxes. A new start, a new life. A new torture. What made Kevin so unlikeable?

Kevin lay on his back staring up at the black popcorn ceiling of his dorm room, thoughtless. His coffee had gone cold hours ago, left abandoned on the room’s dressing table. He lay quiet just listening to the other men’s breathing as they lay deep in a sleep. God, how he envied them. They weren’t perfect, they had shit brains that told them stuff they didn’t want to hear, just like Kevin’s. But they had one thing that Kevin didn’t: a place. No matter how many times Abby and his father told him that he had a family here, a life, Kevin couldn’t help but feel so alone. So out of place. He craved Riko’s harsh words, his beatings, his occasional kind word, because in each torturous attack, Kevin had a belonging. He had someone watching him and keeping him in place. Someone in his corner. Sure, that someone would beat him half to death in that corner, but at least he had someone. But here…

He sat up and silently stepped down the ladder from his loft, cautious not to wake anyone else up. He moved quietly into the front room and turned the TV on, catching the volume button just in time to turn it down before it woke anyone up. He opened up YouTube in the apps and typed in a name. One name that brought him so much hate and emptiness, so much pain and love. He scrolled until he found the perfect interview: one where his mother was laughing. He clicked on it and brought his knees to his chest as the video loaded, a painstaking minute passed before his mother’s bright smile and emerald green eyes appeared on the screen. “Can we all give Ms Kayleigh Day a warm welcome”, the interviewer called cheerily to the audience who erupted with cheers and clapping, an odd wolf whistle from here and there. “Hi”, Kayleigh smiled into the camera as she sat down, shaking the man’s hand with a strong grip. “Hi, mom”, Kevin whispered into the night, a painful burn of tears brimming. He watched the interview intently, watching how his mom’s fierce personality brought the interview to life, her determined eyes capturing Kevin’s full attention; eyes so much like his own that it stung his chest. “No, no, I think everyone should be able to play Exy”, his mom shook her head, making dark brown curls bounce against her shoulders, “I made the sport for everyone. And I mean everyone. Why should people be excluded just because of their gender? I made that stupid game and I’m a woman and I will kick any man’s ass that says that I can’t play my own game”. Cheers broke through the crowd, making Kayleigh’s frown turn into a bright smile, her laugh like honey as she mock bowed for the viewers. Kevin grabbed the remote and paused the interview, his eyes glued to his mom’s smile. It was so bright and nothing like the grimace that Kevin’s smile had turned into. He slid off the couch and kneeled before the screen, looking up at his mom like a small child. Fuck, how he missed her. The grief was like a constant punch to the chest; winding him whenever he felt any urge to move on. He tentatively reached up and placed his fingers against the screen, the cold TV sending a chill down his forearm. “I miss you..so fucking much. And I’m sorry that I’m not who you wanted me to be”, Kevin swallowed back a sob as silent tears began to escape down his cheeks, “I am trying to be better and I hope that one day you won’t look down on me and be disappointed”. He took a shuddering breath and dropped his hand, staring at the small pixels until he forgot who he was staring at. “I love you, mom and I’m sorry, but I don’t want to feel like this every time I think of you. I know that’s not what you want from me. So”, he wiped his clammy hands down his trouser legs, “I think I’m going to let you go. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, it just…” Kevin trailed off and looked back up at his mom, pressing play and dropping back against the couch. The interview ended and he numbly watched as his mother blew a kiss towards the camera before leaving; the video turning black as it ended. Kevin stared at his reflection and tried not to grimace at the man he’d become. “Bye, Mom”, he whispered to the blank screen as he turned the screen off, hanging his head backwards on the couch.

Kevin dragged himself back into his room, purposely ignoring the sound of birds singing outside as the sun began to rise once again. “You know”, Andrew said into the silence, making Kevin have a full body flinch, “I really needed a piss but I didn’t want to interrupt your little breakdown”. Kevin rolled his eyes and climbed into his bed, dropping heavily under the duvet and hugging his comfort fox tight to his chest, “I’m done now so you can piss”, he grumbled before turning his back to the room. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep in the last two hours he had before his alarm went off to start his long day. He froze when he heard his ladder creak and felt the mattress dip as another body invaded his space. He turned his head to meet hazel eyes glaring down at him in mock boredom. “Move over, bitchboy”, Andrew whispered as he tried to wiggle beneath Kevin’s duvet without making too much noise and waking Neil up from the bed beneath them. Kevin nodded and moved nearer to the wall, rolling over to face Andrew’s stare. “You were crying”, Andrew whispered, his eyes assessing Kevin’s in the dark, “nightmare?” Kevin hesitated before shaking his head, he could’ve just agreed and used this excuse but he knew that Andrew saw through his lies as if they were made of glass. “My brain was too loud”, Kevin whispered softly, his voice barely audible, “I don’t feel..I don’t belong here”. Andrew made an annoyed sound at the back of his throat as he rolled his eyes, “no one belongs here. We’re rejects thrown together made to believe that we have a place on this team. But none of us do. Once we leave here we’ll either finally make it in the world or we’ll be shunned once again”. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, sighing against Andrew’s mop of hair. He looked down at his little boyfriend when he felt a hand curl around his chin. “This team isn’t about belonging, Kevin, it’s about taking a break. We’re here to have a breather before we’re thrown back out and once we are all out of here, then we get to see whether we belong or not. So I don’t want to hear your complaints, it’s boring because it is a lie”. Kevin moved slowly towards Andrew so that Andrew could see his approach and could choose to pull away, and was met with a soft kiss. A silent promise. A promise saying that once they left here, even if they don’t have anywhere else to go, they had each other. They’ll always belong with each other.

“I said goodbye to my mom last night”, Kevin muttered into his toast the next morning, ignoring the confused look that Andrew and Neil shared. “You didn’t tell me that we were haunted, I would’ve called the ghostbusters”, Neil laughed at his own joke and leaned his head against Kevin’s shoulder where he was sat at the dining table. “Andrew, stop culturing him”, Kevin grimaced and rested his head on top of Neil’s, watching Andrew as he set three coffee mugs onto the kitchen side. “I’m not culturing him, you should blame Nicky”, Andrew looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at Kevin before pouring them all coffee, adding an ungodly amount of sugar to his. “No, I’m only joking, Kev”, Neil whispered, bringing Kevin’s attention back down to him, “that’s really good, you know, moving on and shit. You deserve to be happy”. Kevin felt his cheeks blush as he pressed a kiss to Neil’s forehead. He tilted his head to the side and watched as Andrew brought their drinks over, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly. It was all so domestic that Kevin wanted to bottle it and open it everytime he was stupid enough to feel alone. And he realised with a hesitant smile that he finally was. He was happy.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard #kandreil #kandrew #kevneil #aftg textpost

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I don’t even know what this is, but I’m going for a piss so enjoy (the post..not my piss)

Upon reading this it’s short and shit, so I formally apologize 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

TW - smoking✌️

Kevin kicked his legs over the edge of the roof and took in a deep breath, feeling the wind blow through his hair as he tipped his head back. He gripped the building edge either side of himself and watched as a flock of geese flew across the pink clouds; their cacophony of sounds filling the air around him. He let himself fall onto his back and closed his eyes, letting himself relax for the first time in god knows how long. He spread his fingers out and felt the cold roof send shivers up his spine, an icy warmth to keep him grounded. “This is nice”, he whispered to himself as he felt the wind take his words away. “If you’re going to jump, do a flip”, Andrew walked over and dangled his own legs off the edge, not hesitating to light up a cigarette as he watched the view. Kevin blinked up at Andrew and let out a small sigh, “I bet I’ll land on my feet”. Andrew hummed and took another drag, “they’re big enough”. Kevin sat up with a groan and kicked his feet against the building’s edge, watching his feet as they dangled over passers by; his loud kicks silent to them. Andrew flicked his cigarette over the edge and immediately lit another, wiggling the box towards Kevin. “When have you ever seen me smoke?”, Kevin stretched his arms and yawned, “I don’t want to replace one addiction with another”. Andrew rolled his eyes and put the pack away, thinking for a moment before letting a small smile play across his lips, “addictions are like Pokèmon and mental illnesses, you’ve gotta catch ‘em all”. Kevin stared at Andrew in disbelief before letting out a full bodied laugh, “did you just make a joke? Oh my god, no one will believe me”. Andrew looked over at Kevin and flicked his ash at him, “and no one would believe that you laughed”. Kevin rolled his eyes and watched the traffic in the distance, “you got me there, shortass”. Andrew made to speak but kicked Kevin’s leg instead, two pairs of dangling legs fighting each other. “If I fall I’m dragging you with me”, Kevin warned as he shifted to sit further from the edge, “and it’ll fucking hurt, so stop”. Andrew sighed and shifted to sit closer to the edge, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. Kevin watched him until he got bored and stood up, “I’m making dinner before practice with Neil, you coming?” Andrew hummed but didn’t make to get up, instead choosing to draw pictures on the roof with his cigarette ash. “Well you better come in soon, it’s getting cold and if you get ill I’ll kill you. There’s no skipping practice on my court”, Kevin waited for a response but turned and left when he realized he wasn’t going to get one. He made his way back to the dorm and opened the door to Nicky and Aaron arguing over a video game as Neil was slumped over his laptop looking stressed. Kevin shut the door quietly behind him and made his way over to Neil, placing a small kiss in his hair before going to the kitchen to tackle a meal for five picky eaters.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #tfc #nora sakavic #all for the game #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard #kandreil #kevneil #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick

[kevindayisafrog]

I’m so sorry I’m advance for the pain that you’re about to be put through

So you know in the EC when Nora said that Kevin would be shot or something like that....enjoy

TW - violence, abuse, anxiety, injuries and a major character death (that made me cry because he’s my baby)

“You have lived too many lives, Nathaniel”, Riko spat as he threw his racket to the side with a loud clatter, “its time to stop this insanity for good”. Riko pulled Neil up from his knees by the neck and squeezed both hands as tight as he could, a cruel smile curling his lips at the sound of Neil’s wheezed shouts. Kevin turned from where he was celebrating with the foxes, his triumphant smile quickly turning to a look of fear as he watched his Neil being strangled senseless. “Andrew, wait!”, Kevin tried to run across the court to stop Andrew from reaching Riko and making things worse, but his tired legs gave out beneath him and he watched helplessly as Andrew lifted his racket and, in one swift movement, snapped Riko’s wrist. “Go on, Andrew!”, Matt shouted from somewhere behind Kevin, a cheer being shared between the Foxes. “Riko”, Kevin whispered, watching in fear as Riko stood shakily, clutching his arm and diving towards Andrew’s neck, “leave him alone!” He stood up and stumbled towards the fight that was slowly spreading, the Ravens reveling in the violence and choosing to create their own fight with the Foxes. “Stop, please”, Kevin whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Riko’s waist and hauled him off of Andrew, throwing him onto the ground. “You’re such a coward, number two”, Riko laughed manically as he crouched and wiped blood from his nose, “you’ll always be such a disappointment”. Kevin felt the familiar sting in his chest but decided to straighten his back and turn away from the words instead, letting Riko’s words fall flat against his back. “Oh, so you’re all high and mighty now are you?”, Kevin felt a sharp sting in his scalp as Riko pulled his head back at a dangerous angle, “its about time you stay in your fucking place, Day”, Riko growled into Kevin’s ear. “I thought I told you not to touch my things!”, Andrew threw his racket to the side and wrapped his arm around Riko’s neck, pulling him off of Kevin forcefully, causing all three of them to fall to the ground. “That’s enough!” Kevin turned to look at the court door as referees, the coaches and security guards flooded onto the court; a cacophony of shouts and commands overlapping causing Kevin to tuck his chin into his chest to block out the noise. “I said that’s enough!”, two security guards pulled Andrew and Riko apart, both visibly struggling to keep the boys from reaching out to kill each other. Kevin looked over his shoulder as referees dragged Ravens and Foxes off the court, both teams still screaming at each other as they left the court. “Neil, are you okay?”, Kevin turned and rested his forehead on Neil’s bent spine where he was still slumped on the floor. “We won”, Neil whispered, his eyes fluttering open to look over at Kevin, a small tired smile tugging at his lips. “Of course we did, you played so well”, Kevin lifted his head and brushed his lips against Neil’s, his hammering heart slowly calming as Neil lifted his hand to stroke Kevin’s cheek. “I’ve had enough!”, Riko’s struggled shout caused Kevin to freeze and dart his head to the side to watch as Riko elbowed the security guard off of his back. He reached for the guard’s gun and held it up at Andrew. At Kevin’s Andrew. “Wait, Riko!”, Kevin jumped up and before he knew it the sound of a gunshot reverberated from the court walls, echoing with an ear popping snap that caused Kevin to drop to his knees.

His ears were drowning in the roaring sound of his blood flowing and a ringing that made him freeze with his hands over his ears. He turned and looked around frantically for Andrew who was crouched on the floor with Neil holding him close. Kevin crawled over to them, a pain shooting up his side from a battering that he must’ve forgotten about amidst the fight. “Andrew, did he get you?”, he hesitated before placing his hands on Andrew’s cheeks, looking across his small frame for any signs of blood. He let out a sobbed sigh as Andrew dropped his forehead against his, “we’re okay”. They sat there listening to shouts of security guards pinning Riko down, their hearts slowing in relief knowing that they were all still okay; no one was hurt. No one. “Kevin-“ Neil’s fear filled voice caused Andrew and Kevin to look up at the same time, the same look of concern and fear lacing their faces, “Kevin”, Neil’s voice grew softer as his eyes filled with silent tears. Kevin shifted closer to Neil, ignoring the pain where his ribs must be bruising, to look down into those beautiful crystal blue eyes. “No, Kevin”, Neil looked down at Kevin’s side and let a tear fall, ignoring it as it dropped off his chin neatly, “it was you”. Kevin frowned and followed Neil’s gaze down to his side, letting out a bubbled laugh as he saw that his side wasn’t bruising at all, it was bleeding, “oh, he got me”. Andrew stood up without a word and ran to grab Abby from where she was patching up her foxes, dragging her to where Neil had led Kevin flat onto the ground. “Typical, it always has to be me”, Kevin laughed flatly and looked up into Andrew’s hazel eyes where he was crouched beside him, “I guess I really do have to make everything about me”. Andrew shook his head with a bored expression as he brushed Kevin’s hair out of his face, “shut up, you stupid coward”, his voice was hard from forced repressed emotions but his wet eyes were betraying him. Kevin reached up and laughed, “you think this will kill me? You can’t get rid of me this easily”. Abby sniffed and pressed hard onto Kevin’s side, “there’s an ambulance on the way”, she looked up to Kevin and smiled with wet eyes, “so stay strong for a little longer, okay? Fuck”, she turned back to the wound and sniffed back tears that threatened to fall. “Where’s Coach?”, Kevin asked to distract himself from the ever growing pain, “I want to tell him that we won”. Neil pressed a light kiss onto Kevin’s forehead and tried to smile, “he already knows, you idiot, he was there”.

“The ambulance is stuck in fucking traffic. They have fucking sirens, how are they stuck in traffic?”, Wymack strode onto the court and chucked his phone against the wall, rubbing his hand down his face before kicking Andrew away and crouching down to see his son. “We won”, Kevin whispered, his eyes too heavy to keep fully open, “we actually won, Dad”. Wymack let out a low chuckle and shook his head, “I know, kid, I’m so proud of you all. You did so good”, he ran his thumb across Kevin’s cheek and let out a heavy sigh. He watched in growing pain as Kevin’s jaw slowly loosened, his shoulders relaxed against the floor and his eyes fluttering to a close, “tell me about history, hm?” Kevin huffed a short breath, “my favorite eras are the Victorian times and the ancient Greeks. I think my favorite Greek God is Hades because-“ Wymack held his hand over Kevin’s mouth to quieten him, “tell me with your eyes open, Kevin”. please open your eyes, Wymack thought as he watched Kevin struggle to keep them open. He uncovered Kevin’s mouth and looked into his barely opened eyes, the green that was so similar to his that it hurt. “I like Hades because he wasn’t as much of a dick as the other Gods were-though that’s a pretty easy thing to be because the Gods were horrible people”. Kevin let his eyes drift back closed, his body like lead against the court floor, he didn’t like how this was ending; he really wanted to live this time. “Kevin, open your eyes”, Neil’s voice cracked as he let his tears drop onto Kevin’s cheeks, “they won’t be long, okay?” Kevin tried to open them but they wouldn’t and he let out a sad sigh, “I’m tired, wake me when they get here”. Wymack smacked Kevin’s cheek and waited for a response, worry and bile climbing up his throat as Kevin’s head rolled to the side without a sign of life. “Open your eyes, kid. We’ve got a win to celebrate”.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #kevin day #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #neil josten #aftg textpost #andrew minyard #kevneil #andreil #kandreil #riko moriyama #coach wymack

[kevindayisafrog]

Little Kevin and Riko in France where they steal adopt Jean

(idk if the French is right..I barely speak English)

TW - Riko being a little bully and Tetsuji being a gaslighting prick

“Stay here and don’t fucking move”, Tetsuji pointed a finger between Riko and Kevin before disappearing through the large wooden doors of the mansion. “I’m bored”, Riko kicked a stone and watched as it bounced across the grey stone slabbed porch, “let’s look at their garden”. Kevin watched as Riko hopped down the porch steps and walked around the side of the house with his head held high as if he owned the place. Kevin looked behind him at the doors that Tetsuji just went through and back to where Riko had just gone, feeling torn. He let out a little whimper and ran down the steps after Riko, scuffing his polished black shoes against the gravel driveway. “They have a pond!”, Riko shouted across the large freshly mown garden and waved to where he was sat by a deep crystal clear pond. Kevin walked over and sat next to Riko on the small stone wall that was lining the pond. “Wow, look at that”, Kevin leaned forward and pointed at the water as a silver koi fish swam past creating small ripples in the water. “I’m going to have a house like this one day”. Kevin turned to Riko and followed his gaze to stare at the large house. Well, it was more a castle than a house; dark green ivy ran up the back of the house and small slithers of grey brick were visible through the leaves and vines, whilst large bay windows caused the ivy to twist and turn to avoid covering them. “How much do you think it costs?”, Kevin asked, leaning back on his hands and kicking his legs against the wall. “I don’t know, probably hundreds and thousands”, Riko replied as he turned to look into the pond, “but once we become pros we’ll be able to afford it”. Kevin let out a small gasp and dropped his head against his shoulder to face Riko, “are we going to live together then? I hope the master doesn’t come, he scares me”. Riko let out a huffed laugh and shook his head, “why would he come with us? We’ll be adults, we won’t need him”, he paused to watch the water before adding: “and of course you’ll come with me, you’re my pet. You have to be with me always”. Kevin frowned and looked back up to the house, letting out a little sigh and imagining his own house where Riko wouldn’t be with him. He imagined a large cottage like the one he lived in with his Mom with a small white picket fence and a massive garden where he can let all of his pets out to play. He’d have a massive bedroom where he can store all of his favourite things, like his history books, and an Exy court in his basement where he can practice whenever he wanted. “Is that a shark?”, Kevin turned his head to face Riko, mind still deep within his thoughts, and followed the other boy’s pointed finger to the water. “I can’t see anything, Riko”, Kevin whispered as he squinted his eyes. “Lean closer then, I swear there was a little shark swimming around”, Riko pushed Kevin’s head a little closer to the water and tried to hold in a laugh. “Wait, I think I see it!”, Kevin laughed and leaned in a little more. “Go and kiss it”, Riko laughed before grabbing the back of Kevin’s shirt collar and pushed him into the deep pond. He let out a cackle and fell off the pond wall onto the freshly mowed grass, his hands clutching his stomach as Kevin whimpered from the water. “That wasn’t funny”, Kevin whined as he dragged himself out of the pond and onto the grass, “my clothes are wet and the Master is going to get angry”. He stood up and tried to shake some of the water out of clothes: out of the brand new suit that Tetsuji made them wear for this ‘business’ visit. “He is going to be so annoyed”, Riko laughed as he stood up still clutching his stomach.

“I’m going inside”, Kevin muttered as he squelched his way back around the house to the porch steps where Tetsuji was stood with a lanky boy. “I told you to-“, Tetsuji started, before taking in Kevin’s soaked clothes and Riko’s grass stains. He clutched the young boy’s shoulder tightly with a cold expression, “get in the car”, he growled. Riko and Kevin bowed their heads in fear and ran towards the car, climbing into the back seat together. “If you two want to act like children then I’m taking you off the team and sending you away. Good luck trying to find someone who will look after you as well as I have been doing”, Tetsuji climbed into the front seat and slammed the door behind him, “get in the back” he shouted to the boy who was lingering outside his door. Kevin watched as the lanky boy from the porch climbed into the back seat with them, quietly shutting the door behind him. “Boys, meet Jean, he’s going to be our new addition to the team. Riko, don’t hesitate to make him feel at home”, Tetsuji’s lips curled into a cold smile before he started the car and started speeding out of the long winding driveway. “Hi, I’m Kevin, nice to meet you”, Kevin stuck his hand out towards the boy who was curled in on himself. “Bonjour, Kevin”, Jean shook Kevin’s hand without looking up from his lap, “je ne parle pas anglais, désolé”. Kevin looked over his shoulder to Riko who shrugged and let out a quiet laugh. “I..I don’t know what you said but it sounds fancy”, Kevin dropped Jean’s hand and grinned widely. “Um….m-merci?”, Jean looked up at Kevin and, much to Kevin’s delight, let out a small hesitant laugh. “I think that we’re going to be good friends”, Kevin whispered before resting back into his seat and watching the scenery go past through the window.

#kevin day #riko moriyama #jean moreau #aftg #aftg trilogy #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #aftg textpost #kevaaron #kandreil #kevneil #andreil #andrew minyard

[kevindayisafrog]

More Kevneil because someone asked for comfort after the Foxes lost a game (asked on Insta)

TW - anxiety

Kevin threw his racket onto the locker room floor and fumbled to pull off his helmet. “How did we lose that?”, he turned to face the men on his team, all tired and sore from the game, scowling at their exhausted faces, “we had the game in the fucking bag and then they rinsed us. Did any of you even try?” If looks could kill, Kevin would’ve been torn apart from every possible direction in the room, his skin boiling off from the heavy glares he was receiving. “Maybe you should look closer to home with your blaming, all I had to do was push them back whilst you got it to goal”, Matt growled slamming his duffel bag onto the bench, “but you couldn’t get past them. So if you need to blame anyone, it should be yourself.” Kevin made to argue back but Neil grabbed a fistful of his shirt and tugged it hard. “It’s not worth the fight”, Neil whispered before turning to address the room, “we did good tonight, we just need to practice harder and we’ll get them next time”. Matt smiled at Neil before scowling over at Kevin, “that’s why Neil is gonna be Captain and not you. It’s because he’s actually a human being who cares about us, unlike you who only cares about your ego and stupid game”. Kevin bit his lip hard and grabbed his clothes, stomping away to the showers as Neil tried to defend him.

He slammed the stool door behind him and turned the shower onto the hottest temperature, relaxing as the burning of his skin distracted him from his thoughts. He tried to clear his mind but the water wasn’t hot enough to muffle Tetsuji’s words: “you’re a disgrace to this sport. You will not eat, will not sleep after that performance. Your mother would be so ashamed”. Kevin let out a low frustrated growl and kicked the back wall of the shower. “You’re going to break your toe, dumbass”, Neil muttered nonchalantly, slamming the stool door shut behind him. He undressed slowly and pushed Kevin out of the way to get under the water, “we’re allowed to lose games, you know, we’ll always win the next one”. Kevin rolled his eyes and tried to pace but the stool walls were too close together and he suddenly felt claustrophobic. “We could’ve won easily but instead we fucked it up and looked like rookies on the courts. The first years could’ve probably handled that game better than we did”, Kevin sighed and dug his palms into his eyes, trying to block his memories from replaying. “You’re overthinking it, no one cares that we lost, not even Coach. So get over it, we’re going to win next weeks game and get back on track”, Neil rubbed shampoo into his hair and looked up at Kevin who was glaring down at him. He stepped into Kevin’s space and gestured to his hair, letting Kevin wash his shampoo out for him in a way of distracting him from the night’s game. “We need to hurry up and get on the bus so I can tell everyone how they can improve for next weeks game”, Kevin ran his fingers through Neil’s wet hair until the last of the shampoo was out and reached for the conditioner. “Maybe wait until Monday’s practice to give them feedback, they won’t be in the mood”, Neil closed his eyes as Kevin massaged the conditioner through his hair. “Why? It’s better to tell them now rather then later so they have more time to improve”, Kevin frowned down at Neil, “yes or no?” He waited for Neil’s nod before he placed light kisses all over his face, taking extra care when kissing his closed eyes. Neil opened his eyes slightly and pressed a small kiss onto Kevin’s wrist before pulling back and looking up into Kevin’s eyes, “I know that you mean well when you give feedback to the team but they won’t appreciate it right now. Your advice can come off as..how should I put it? Snobby? Harsh? Bitchy? I don’t know, but it never comes out how you want it to and I don’t think that annoying the upperclassmen is a smart idea right now”. Neil waited for Kevin’s response and just when he thought he wasn’t going to get one Kevin cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders defensively, “you tell them then, they like you and you know how to word things”. Neil blinked up at Kevin and frowned, “I don’t know, let’s just focus on getting back”. Kevin hummed in response and turned his back to Neil to wash himself.

“Well that went well didn’t it?”, Neil smirked as he unlocked the dorm door and let Andrew, Kevin and Nicky in. “Fuck off”, Kevin muttered, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag down by the door. “I told you they wouldn’t be happy with your advice”, Neil took his own shoes off and left them in the middle of the floor. “Fuck’s sake, runaway, move your fucking shoes”, Andrew shouted after tripping over the shoes on the way to the kitchen. “Can we all chill out? Let’s watch a movie”, Nicky tried to smile and grabbed a Disney movie, “Tangled anyone?”. Andrew walked back through with a pot of ice cream and kicked Neil’s shoes at the wall before going into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Kevin slumped onto the couch and rubbed a hand down his face, letting out a tired sigh. “I’ve never watched Tangled”, Neil offered to Nicky who was stood desperately by the TV. “Neil?! That is blasphemous!”, he placed a hand onto his chest and let out a dramatic gasp before crouching down and placing in the DVD, “you’ll love it, even Aaron likes it”. Kevin groaned and hung his head against the back of the sofa, staring up at the dark ceiling. Nicky pressed play and snuggled into the corner of the couch, hugging a cushion close to his chest. “Yes or no?”, Neil whispered close to Kevin’s ear. Kevin grunted in response and sighed softly before muttering a ‘yes’. Neil hesitated before curling up into Kevin’s side, relaxing as Kevin wrapped his arm around him. Neil looked up at Kevin’s frown and sighed, knowing that he was overthinking tonight’s game, “you did great tonight”, he whispered before leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, settling back down and watching the movie. Kevin looked down at his little Neil wrapped up beside him and let his shoulders sag. He knew that he was still going to push himself in practice next week, but tonight he’ll let himself relax. They’ll always have next week to win and get back on track. He pulled Neil closer and pressed a kiss into the long mop of hair before closing his eyes and letting himself sleep.

#aftg #aftg trilogy #kevin day #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #neil josten #aftg textpost #kevneil #andrew minyard #kandreil #nicky hemmick #matt boyd #aaron minyard

[kevindayisafrog]

18+👀

Kevneil smut ?? 🧎‍♂️

TW - the word cum because 🤮that word is nasty (just a TW for future me really)

“You’re going to break your fucking hand again if you keep pushing yourself”, Neil pushed the locker room door open, leaving it to swing into Kevin. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed about it, you never stop yourself”, Kevin swung his locker open, the door just missing Neil’s head, “no need to be a hypocrite”. Neil rolled his eyes and pulled his clothes out, shoving his sweaty helmet to the back of his locker, “I’m not a hypocrite”. Kevin hummed in response and walked towards the showers, leaving the stool door open as he chucked his things down and turned on the water. “I’m just saying, I think you should rest your hand for a while. I don’t want you to hurt yourself just to prove a point to Riko”, Neil muttered as he walked into the stool and shut the door behind him. Kevin sighed and turned his back to Neil, lifting his head into the hot water, “I’m fine”, he whispered. “Yes or no?”, Neil muttered behind him, waiting until he had Kevin’s consent before wrapping his arms around Kevin’s bare torso. “I’m the only one who can say that they’re fine. Get your own personality”, Neil whispered against Kevin’s skin, brushing his lips along his spine. He stood on his tiptoes to place a kiss at the top of Kevin’s spine before ghosting kisses back down. “It would annoy me if I had your personality, I’d probably off myself”, Kevin muttered, his cheeks burning red as his skin tingled with each kiss that Neil placed. Neil let out a low chuckle before spinning Kevin around and pushing him against the shower wall, the water running into both of their eyes. He ran his hands lightly up Kevin’s stomach and chest, resting them just before his shoulders. “We’re going to keep Andrew waiting”, Kevin said stiffly through gritted teeth, his fingers twisting in Neil’s unruly wet hair. “He won’t care”, Neil replied as he pressed a kiss to Kevin’s chest, “lean down you fucking bean pole”. Kevin laughed and stood taller, lifting his chin up with a smirk. “I’ll punch you in the stomach, don’t think I-“, Neil laughed as Kevin reached down and pulled him up, his smug smile making Neil’s stomach flutter. He wrapped his legs around Kevin’s torso and placed his hands either side of his head. “I think I’ve found something for your left hand to do as great practice”, Neil whispered as Kevin pressed their lips together. Kevin’s hands tightened around Neil’s thighs as a small grunt escaped his mouth, “I thought that you wanted me to rest my hand”. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as Neil bit his neck, placing small kisses down his throat. “Maybe ignore what I said earlier, just for now”, Neil smiled down at Kevin before he was lowered backwards slowly, Kevin’s hand strong against his back. He let his head fall back as Kevin’s left hand snaked its way downwards. Neil wrapped his legs tighter round Kevin and let out a soft gasp as butterflies began to explode across his body. “You rat bastard”, he whispered as his body arched and his eyes rolled back. Kevin let out an amused smile and leaned forward to press a soft kiss at the tip of Neil, laughing to himself as Neil shuddered in his hand. “I hate you”, Neil groaned breathlessly, digging his nails into Kevin’s forearms, “so fucking much”. Kevin leaned down and laughed against Neil’s skin, a shiver racking the smaller one’s body as he bit his lip against a moan. Kevin’s hand moved slowly as if he were touching glass, gentle strokes as Neil came undone around him. He leaned down and pressed ghost kisses across Neil’s stomach, licking his way up to Neil’s chest. He laughed at the tremble of Neil and moved his hand quicker, biting his lip as Neil arched his back and moaned in approval. He bit down onto Neil’s side and gasped softly as Neil’s nails dug deeper into his skin.

“Kevin, wait I’m-“, Neil lifted his head up and dropped it again, a soft moan being released. Neil arched his back and gasped as one last explosion racked through him before he sagged back onto Kevin’s hand, his trembling legs drooping. Kevin slowly pulled Neil back up to face him and placed soft kisses around his face; a passionate kiss bringing their lips together. “I really do hate you”, Neil smiled into the kiss and tried to protest when Kevin slowly lowered him back onto his feet. “You’re no fun”, Neil muttered as he watched Kevin turn his back on him. “Well someone’s fun is all over me and I’d rather wash it, can you pass me the soap?”, Kevin laughed into the now cold water and held his hand out to Neil who pressed the soap into his palm, leaving a soft kiss on his wrist. “Andrew is going to kill us for being late”, Kevin muttered as he washed the cum from his stomach and chest, an embarrassed flush spreading across his cheeks. “He can be annoyed all he wants but I don’t care”, Neil whispered against Kevin’s skin as he stood beneath the water and let it drip down into his eyes, “I don’t give a shit”.

#kevneil #kevin day #neil josten #aftg #aftg trilogy #nora sakavic #tfc #all for the game #aftg textpost

[kevindayisafrog]

One shot of Kevin with a therapy dog 💅

TW- small joke of suicide, anxiety, brief take of mental health

“What about a dog?” Kevin looked down at Andrew who was curled up on his lap. “What about a dog?”, Kevin reached down and raked his fingers gently through Andrew’s hair, causing the other boy’s eyes to slowly close. “A therapy dog”, Andrew whispered as he pushed his head harder against Kevin’s chest in a gesture for him to keep playing with his hair. Kevin hummed his answer knowing that the answer was a ‘no’. Andrew and Neil had been hounding him recently about going to see Bee, but the thought of having to relive his past scared him more than when he actually went through it. But if he was being honest with himself, his mental health had been declining a lot in these past few months, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to reach out for help. He just couldn’t do it. “I can come with you to pick one out, if you want”, Andrew opened his eyes and glared up at Kevin, his hard auburn eyes challenging Kevin’s self-destructive side. “I don’t know”, Kevin shrugged and watched the clouds outside the window absently, “I don’t really like dogs”. Which was a lie and he knew it. He always used to annoy his mom with asking for a dog and, before he knew what was good for him, annoyed Tetsuji with the question too. He never got a pet and now he didn’t really want one; he couldn’t really look after himself. “Stop lying”, Andrew muttered before getting up and walking to the dorm door, “you’re getting a dog”. He slammed the door behind him and left Kevin alone with his thoughts.

“Don’t tell the therapy dog your problems, Kevin, it’ll probably kill itself”, Neil smirked from the backseat as Kevin turned around to punch his knee lightly. Andrew, without taking his eyes off the road, leaned over and smacked Kevin back into his seat and lifted his middle finger up at Neil, “110%”. Kevin rolled his eyes and stared at the long strip of highway in front of them, his hands nervously picking at each other. “You look like an addict in withdrawal when you do that”, Andrew sent Kevin a sideways glare and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers against the gearshift. “You’d know all about that”, Kevin smiled sarcastically at Andrew and relaxed into his seat, silently apologizing to Andrew for having to hold his clammy hand.

It didn’t take long for them to get to the shelter, but it took ages for them to get Kevin through the front door. “You are literally a big baby, aren’t you?”, Neil laughed and pushed Kevin through the automatic doors. “What if none of the dogs like me?”, Kevin asked as he shook out his hands nervously, humming as he followed Andrew up to the main desk. “You should be used to it, people hate you too”, Andrew shot over his shoulder before talking to the receptionist. “Are you excited, sweetie?”, the receptionist came out from around the desk and placed a gentle hand against Kevin’s wrist. “Uh, yeah”, he answered, ignoring the death glare that Andrew was shooting at the woman. They followed her through a long white corridor, Kevin’s nerves making him crack his knuckles into dust. “Just through here, sugar”, the receptionist walked them through one last door and into a large room full of barking dogs in cages. Kevin froze at the sudden cacophony of noises and tried to resist the urge to cover his ears with his hands. “Sorry, I know it’s loud”, the woman smiled apologetically at him before walking to a cage housing the smallest chihuahua he’d ever seen. Andrew tugged the back of Kevin’s shirt and slowly walked him towards the cages. “Why do they have to bark?”, Kevin muttered, giving in to the urge and placing his hands over his ears. Neil placed a hand against his side and held up his ear defenders with a small smile, making Kevin’s chest flutter. “Thanks”, he muttered, trying not to blush in embarrassment as he placed the defenders on, slowly relaxing as the sound died out. Andrew dragged him to each cage, signing his words so that Kevin was still included in their conversation. They looked at each dog and Kevin felt bad for them, but he didn’t feel a connection to any of them. He scanned the room feeling bad for dragging Andrew and Neil here for no reason; and that’s when Kevin saw the one. He practically ran to the cage and clenched his hands in excitement as he looked down at the fattest black and white pitbull with the biggest head and the widest grin. Kevin turned to Andrew and signed ‘I want this one’ rapidly, knowing he had the stupidest grin on his face. He watched as the woman unlocked the cage and let the massive dog out. It sniffed hesitantly at Neil’s feet (who had the widest grin as he reached down to stroke its big head) and then walked over to Andrew who looked down at it in boredom. “Hi”, Kevin whispered as he crouched down, laughing as the dog lifted its front half onto his lap and licked his face. “Her name is Oreo”, Andrew signed after kicking Kevin’s thigh lightly. Kevin looked down at the massive dog and placed a hesitant kiss onto Oreo’s wrinkly forehead. “You’re coming home with me”, he whispered as Oreo shook her bum so much that she couldn’t keep her back legs still.

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[kevindayisafrog]

What if Neil never made it home? (Kevneil pain)

TW - physical abuse (choking), panic attacks, hints of suicidal thoughts, grief and loss of a MC, anxiety

“Where is he?”, Andrew’s monotone voice chilled Kevin all over, making his already rapid heart beat faster. “I-I don’t-“, Kevin put his head in his hands and let out a shaky breath. He didn’t know where Neil was and he was dreading the worst. He was holding his hand just minutes ago but the fight broke out and..Kevin let out a strangled sound and squeezed his eyes shut. “Andrew-“, Nicky’s fear made him look up in time to see Andrew marching towards him up the aisle of the bus. “Andrew, I promise I don’t know where he is”, Kevin pleaded as Andrew ran into him and grabbed his throat, “Andrew, please, I don’t-“. He let out a choked whimper as Andrew’s hands grew tighter around his neck. A million tortured moments of Riko flashed behind his shut eyes making Kevin want to disappear; run away from this place to find his Neil. “Andrew”, he tried to whisper, the name barely coming out. “Where the fuck is he?”, Andrew’s voice barely changed, his deadpan face still remaining; boring into Kevin’s memory. “His father-the butcher-“, he knew Neil would hate him for telling everyone his past, but if it would get Andrew off him, he’ll try anything. As soon as Andrew lets go he can run; he’d run faster than he ever has, until his legs break beneath him. He won’t care about the pain, he’s lived through pain his whole life, what’s a bit more? If it helps him get Neil back he’ll walk through fire, he’ll go back to the nest, he’ll kiss Riko’s feet and smile as he slowly dies. “Baltimore-the butcher of Baltimore”, Kevin closed his eyes and let a tear fall out. Who cares if the foxes see him cry? He doesn’t give a shit. They mean nothing to him. “Andrew get off him”, Matt looked between the two and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s waist, pulling to no avail, “fuck”. Kevin looked up into Andrew’s empty eyes through his blurring vision and prepared for the pain he’ll get before whispering: “please, Andrew, I can’t lose him”. Andrew’s hands grew tighter than before, making Kevin let out a laugh fueled on pain and fear. He looked over Andrew’s shoulder fleetingly as Matt, Aaron, Nicky and Coach finally pulled Andrew off; his throat bursting with a numb pain. “Kevin, sweetheart”, Abby kneeled beside him and pulled his head gently onto her lap, “if you know about Neil’s past we need you to tell us now. It’s important”. Kevin closed his eyes and swallowed through the burn in his throat, silently apologizing to Neil for his truth. “His father..is the butcher of Baltimore. He just got out-“, he pressed a hand against his mottled throat and swallowed the taste of blood, “out of prison. We need to save him”. Nicky let out an inhaled ‘fuck’ as Matt got ready to hit Kevin. “For fuck’s sake, Kevin, why didn’t you tell us before? Is that why he was scared of his own shadow? Because he was fucking running away?”, Wymack ran a hand down his face and swore. Kevin nodded and cleared his throat, “yeah, he ran away with his mom when he was eleven. But she died and..”, he shrugged and let out a pained sigh as Abby began to rub lotion onto his bruising neck. “Fucking great”, Wymack turned his back to the team and shook his head before turning to glare down at Kevin, “you should’ve told us sooner, Day. What if something has gone wrong and we’re too fucking late?” Kevin winced at his words and slowly closed his eyes; he’s been blamed for a lot of shit in his life, but Neil’s possible death stabs deeper than anything before. “I’m sorry”, he whispered, desperate for someone to believe him. “That’s not good enough right now. Everyone get in your seats”, Wymack barked as he strode to the front of the bus and sat down with a loud sigh. Kevin stood up slowly and sank into his seat, watching out of the window as his fear and anxiety choked him once again.

Kevin sunk into the corner of the hotel room and dropped his head into his hands; his left hand red raw from his anxious picking. He didn’t want to stay in this room, he didn’t care if the FBI forced them to, he needed to get out. They reassured him that Neil would be okay, but he didn’t believe them. Kevin flinched as a hand was placed on his shoulder, a gentle squeeze making him want to crawl out of his skin. “He’s going to be okay”, Abby smiled down at him and placed a gentle kiss on his temple, “I know what he means to you”. Kevin blinked up at her and tried to hold his anxious tears in; he didn’t want anyone to know what Neil meant to him. Neil was his and he was going to protect him until the day he dropped dead. “Fuck’s sake”, Wymack grumbled as a loud knock startled everyone up onto their feet. They all stood in silence as their Coach opened the door cautiously and grunted when two FBI agents walked through the door with annoyed facial expressions. “I’m Special Agent Browning and this”, the smug suited man gestured to the taller man beside him, “is my partner Special Agent Towns. We are working on the Baltimore case and can officially announce that the butcher has been executed”. He said it so proudly, so smugly that Kevin wanted to rip the man’s face off with his bare fucking hands. “But this information is not to leave this room, do you understand?”, Towns glared at each face before nodding and pulling a notebook out of his jacket pocket, “we would like some information on Nathaniel Wesninksi, the butcher’s son”. Nathaniel. That name alone brought too many bad memories up that Kevin wanted to scream. He wanted to scream that his name is Neil, he hated that name and he ran so far away to forget it; but now they’re pinning him back down with it. “His-his name is Neil”, Kevin spoke up and felt everyone’s eyes turn to him, “and I want to know where he is”. He tried to stay formal and authoritative but his voice cracked in fear. Both agents shared a small look, a silent conversation being spoken right in front of their faces, before Browning nodded and turned to face the room. “We are sorry to say that Nathaniel did not make it. Our condolences”. Kevin felt the air leave his lungs as if he’d been shot a million times in the chest. “What?”, he whispered as the Foxes turned to shoot him death glares. “For fuck’s sake, Kevin. You should’ve told us”, Matt spat as Dan physically held him back from killing Kevin. “I didn’t-he didn’t want me to, I was just-“, Kevin took a step back in instinctive fear as the Foxes began to shout over each other, each word ripping deep into Kevin’s skin that they began to merge together into a numbing ring in his ears. “He’s okay, they’re just-“, Kevin gripped his chest with his left hand and replayed all his memories with Neil, “they’re lying. He’s okay”. Browning shook his head and sighed, “I’m sorry, kid, but his father got to him before we could infiltrate the building”. Kevin fell to his knees and covered his ears, his lungs bursting in his chest. “No, he’s okay, he’s okay”, he whispered hoarsely, bile slowly creeping up his bruised throat. His ears began to ring with shouts and cries as he watched his Neil slip away behind his eyelids, the blue eyes that he fell in love with slowly closing shut to never open again.

“He’s okay”, Kevin whispered as his body began to shake, painful sobs ripping through his chest, “he’s okay”. He replayed every interaction with Neil, his body still humming with his touches, his cheeks still blushing from the soft kisses. “He’s okay, you’re lying”, he whispered though it came out barely audible, his throat burning with the bile. He felt like he was dying and he was leaning into it; hoping that this will finally be the moment where he’ll die and won’t have to live without Neil. The boy that he fell in love with the moment he saw him swagger onto the court when they were eleven. The boy that mouthed off to the press, to Riko, but would kiss him so gently; would hold him with such tenderness that it would sometimes make him want to cry. His reason to fight back who has lost the battle; who proved that life would never get better, at least not for them. He let out a wail as he felt his lungs collapse, his body shaking so much that he felt as if he were leaving it; finally being freed. “Kevin”, a blurry voice broke through the deafening ring in his ears, a voice so soft that it made his heart break more, “Kevin, sweetheart, give me your hand”. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked through the tears, his head swimming with his fight or flight reflexes. He wanted to do neither; he wanted to disappear. “Give me your hand”, Abby gently took ahold of his hand and placed it against her neck, “feel my pulse, can you feel it?” It took too much energy for Kevin to nod so he squeezed his eyes shut instead. “Good, now match my breathing, I know it’s hard but you can do it”, Abby began breathing too loudly for Kevin’s ears and he just wanted to push her away, but he tried anyway; she always makes him want to try. “Good, that great, you’re doing so well”, Abby whispered through breaths, a sad smile in her voice. “I don’t want to do it”, Kevin whispered as he felt his chest sag in defeat. “No, you’re doing great, I’m so proud”, Abby cupped his face and wiped away the tears that were infinite. Kevin shook his head and dropped his head on her shoulder, opening his eyes to watch as the other Foxes had turned their backs on him. Neil was the only one that made him want to stay here, so why did he let him go? All he had to do was hold a little tighter, but Kevin always let good things slip through his fingers, “I’m sorry”, he whispered though no one heard him.

Kevin strode onto the Ravens court with his head held and with a victory already in his grasp. “For you”, he whispered to the sky before tapping the butt of his racquet against the floor and changing hands, “you gave me your game and I won’t let you down”.

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[kevindayisafrog]

A little Kevneil thing that goes in so many directions with such an abrupt stop that you will get whiplash

No TWs for this one *insert twerking emoji*

Kevin didn’t have many friends; if any. In fact if he were being truly honest to himself he’d admit that he only had one: Jeremy Knox. But he doesn’t deserve the embodiment of the sun as a friend. He’d always tried making friends but it never worked out; when he was younger he’d eat lunch alone. No one really wanted to keep him around because he was too blunt; too serious and honest in his monotone voice. In the nest he had Jean - but he would always be a secret to Kevin, a happy memory he chose to keep to himself - but now he’s at Palmetto he’s alone. Until that fucking annoying redhead came along.

“You’re gonna get wrinkles”, Neil leaned over and pressed his thumb to the wrinkle between Kevin’s eyebrows, “have you ever tried smiling?” Kevin swatted his hand away and turned his head, trying to hide his blush from his shortass boyfriend. Yes, you’ve heard that right: boyfriend. The word still sent butterflies loose in Kevin’s stomach because not only did he finally have friend, he has one who’s the love of his life too. “Seriously, I’m gonna have to call you grandad if you carry on brooding”, Neil took a large bite out of his heavily buttered toast, leaving crumbs across both cheeks. “Fuck you”, Kevin muttered staring at Neil’s toast in disgust, “I’m not brooding”. Neil let out an open mouthed laugh, showing the chewed up food across his tongue, making Kevin recoil in disgust and (weirdly) admiration. “You’re fucking gross, did your mom not teach you manners on the run?”, he shot Neil a grimace before getting up and walking to his desk. “First of all: fuck you, Day. Second of all: where are you going?”, Neil watched as Kevin dropped into his chair and pulled his knee up to his chest. “I’m watching a game”, Kevin turned on his laptop and waited impatiently for it to load, picking at his bottom lip absently. Neil rolled his eyes and got up from the table, carrying his plate of toast to Kevin’s desk. “Put your knee down”, he placed his toast down and wiped his crumby fingers down his shorts. “No, fuck off”, Kevin muttered as he lowered his knee and stayed still as Neil made himself comfy on his lap, “your big head is in my way”. Neil scoffed and leaned his head back into the warmth of Kevin’s chest, “you can see easily over my head, you rat bastard”. Kevin nodded without listening as he scrolled down to find a live Exy game, whistling as it took a while to load. “Your thing is slow”, Neil gestured to the laptop with his toast, dropping crumbs in the keyboard. Kevin tutted and shifted Neil so that he was facing away from the desk, his legs dangling over the arm of the chair. “Eat quietly”, he wrapped an arm around Neil’s waist and sat up straighter as the game finally loaded. Neil took a deliberate noisy bite out of his toast, chewing and swallowing loudly with a smug smile on his lips. “Ow”, he laughed as Kevin smacked the back of his head lightly, “that bit was extra crunchy, wasn’t my fault”. Kevin rolled his eyes and leaned over Neil to click the subtitles on, his brain not processing the words easily. “Who’s playing?”, Neil whispered, placing his empty plate quietly next to the laptop. “Shut up”, Kevin sent a sideways glance of annoyance at Neil, earning a look between disbelief and amusement.

They ended up watching three more games before Kevin realized that the sun had gone down and Andrew and Nicky were in the dorm. “I called you and you didn’t pick up”, Nicky wiggled his phone at Kevin with a mock look of hurt, “I didn’t know what ice cream to get you so I got vanilla cause that’s the only flavor I ever see you eat. Which, by the way, is boring”. Kevin raised his middle finger at Nicky and turned to watch another game but Neil had closed his laptop and was facing him. “We’ve been staring at that screen for hours, do you want to go on a run with me?”, Neil slid off Kevin’s lap and stretched his back, winking as he saw Kevin staring at his ass. “No, I think I’m gonna go to bed, it’s late”, Kevin rubbed his sore neck and stood up, stretching his arms. “Okay, but make sure to have dinner first”, Neil made to turn away to get changed for his run but faced Kevin instead, “and no pasta because you’ve had that for dinner for the past week”. Kevin rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen lightly pushing Nicky out of the way of the fridge, “I like pasta, shortass”. Nicky glared at Kevin and shook his head, “no need to make pasta, again, me and Andrew have ordered Chinese because we can’t be assed to do the washing up”. Kevin swung his head to stare at Nicky in disgust, “I don’t want that, we had takeaway yesterday”. Nicky shrugged his shoulders, “that was lunch, this is dinner”. Kevin looked to Neil for help but groaned when his boyfriend was grinning. “Come on, Kevin, you love Chinese”, he walked over and smiled smugly up at him, “or did you want pasta again?” Kevin hesitated before slamming the fridge door shut and stalking out of the kitchen with an angry, “fine, but I’m making you guys eat Salad for lunch and dinner tomorrow”.

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[kevindayisafrog]

Baby Kevin at evermore 🧍also this one is short because I’m ✨busyyy✨

TW - abuse, slight body shaming, manipulation

“Home sweet home”. Kevin was pulled out of the car and thrown onto the ground. He looked up to scream over his scuffed knee but the sound was caught in his throat. He stared up at castle evermore with starry eyes; he was going to be a prince from one of the stories his mom used to read to him. “A castle!”, he squealed and jumped up, hopping up and down on the asphalt, “I can’t wait for Mammy to see it”. Tetsuji raised his arm and in one swift move, knocked Kevin to the ground. He stood over the unconscious boy and scoffed, “we’ll make a man of you yet”.

Kevin opened his eyes and sat up, crossing his little legs and resting his hands in his lap, “my head hurts”, he whispered as Tetsuji hung up a phone call. “We don’t speak English here”, Tetsuji muttered in Japanese, scowling down at the small boy in front of him, “I hope your mother hasn’t failed you too much and you know what I’m saying”. Kevin nodded and turned to face the door as it opened to reveal a stone faced Japanese boy. “Riko”, Tetsuji’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he watched the boy bow down to him, “meet your new pet: Kevin”. Kevin looked between the two and slid off where he was placed on a couch to walk over to his new friend. “Hello, I’m Kev-“, he hit the ground with a thud as Tetsuji brought his cane down across his face. “Do you have no manners? You must bow to your owners”. Kevin curled himself into a small ball and cried into his knees, cradling his burning cheek in his hands. “It’s okay”, Kevin turned to see where the voice came from as a soft hand patted his back, “just remember to bow next time”. Riko smiled down at Kevin and pulled him up by the wrist with a small chuckle, “you have chubby arms”. Kevin looked down at his arms in confusion as the other boy compared them, “I don’t have..chubby arms”, Kevin giggled and squeezed his own arm. “You do”, Riko snapped, making Kevin flinch. He then looked down at Kevin’s wellies with a look of longing, “I like your shoes”. Kevin squealed excitedly and tapped his feet against the floor, “my mammy bought them at the market and - look! They have ants on!” Riko crouched down and ran his finger along the side of Kevin’s shoes, “I want them”, he stood back up with a frown and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you can ask Santa at Christmas or your mammy for your birthday”, Kevin tapped his heels together and began to chew his bottom lip absently. Riko stood up straighter and puffed his little chest out to look tougher, “Santa’s not real and I want your shoes”. Kevin frowned and giggled in confusion, “but they’re mi-“. Riko stamped his foot and pushed Kevin over, towering over him with a pouted lip, “I want your shoes!” Tetsuji came behind Riko and placed a hand on his shoulder, “you must understand, Kevin, you belong to him. What is yours is his, if he asks for something you must give it to him. Do not fall out of line”. Kevin sobbed and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, stroking his own back in a motion that he remembered his mother doing, “but they’re mine”, he whispered as Riko laughed and began to tug the shoes off his feet. “You have chubby feet too”, Riko smiled in awe at the wellies as he shoved his feet in, frowning when he saw they were too big. “Have you ever played Exy, Kevin?”, Tetsuji asked as he watched absently as Riko stomped around the small office in his new boots. “I don’t know what that is”, Kevin murmured into his arm, flinching when Tetsuji glared at him coldly. “Get up and follow me”.

Exy was the worst game Kevin had ever played. His hands were too small for the racquet, even though it was a little league one, his hands kept slipping and he watched in fear as the racquet slid across the court. Every time he smacked the ball he flinched at the loud sound and tried to cover his ears through the helmet as it hit the walls of the court. He also hated the court. The walls were too thick and the air was too warm, making his clothes stick to him uncomfortably. Tetsuji clipped a throat guard onto him and it felt too tight, the clips digging so that when he spoke he felt like he were choking. They also kept the tags on his shorts and shirt, so his skin was crawling with discomfort. He didn’t want to wear these clothes and play this stupid game with Riko who laughed every time he failed; no. He wanted to go home and find his mother so she can hug him and make him feel better. All he wanted was her hugs but instead he has new little bruises littered across his small frame.

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