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Neil & Kevin - Exysexual - The Foxhole Court
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The season was over just like that. A crew was already dismantling the court, unhinging the plexiglass walls and rolling Astroturf over the hard floor. When they were done it'd be a soccer field again; there'd be nothing left of Exy until fall. Neil felt sick watching it happen, but he couldn't look away.
Neil stared at him, wondering how Nicky could care about such things when the stadium was right there. They knew the code to get inside, but they were standing around like his answer was the secret password. Neil looked from Nicky to the keypad and back again. "What's it matter?" he asked. "I'm curious," Nicky said. "He means nosey," Aaron said. "I don't swing either way," Neil said. "Let's go in." "Bullshit," Nicky said. "I don't," Neil said, and impatience put an edge in his voice. It wasn't quite the truth, but it was close enough. "Are we going in or not?"
He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, imagining the way bodies sounded as they crashed into each other on the court, the way the announcer's voice would only come through in muffled, scattered bursts, the roar of sixty-five thousand people reacting to a goal. He knew he didn't deserve this, knew beyond a doubt he wasn't good enough to play on this court, but he wanted and needed it so badly he ached all over.
Kevin and Neil
Neil didn't answer that accusation. Kevin got right in his face and tangled his fingers through the netting on Neil's racquet. When he started to pull it away, Neil held on tighter, silently refusing to let go. Kevin probably could have wrenched it away if he tried a little harder, but he seemed content just to hold on. "If you won't play with me, you'll play for me," Kevin said. "You're never going to get there on your own, so give your game to me." "Where is 'there'?" Neil asked. "If you can't figure that out there's no helping you," Kevin said. Neil gazed back at him in silence, pretty sure 'there' didn't apply to someone like him. Kevin must have seen that in the unimpressed look on his face because he reached up and covered Neil's eyes with his free hand. "Forget the stadium," Kevin said. "Forget the Foxes and your useless high school team and your family. See it the only way it really matters, where Exy is the only road to take. What do you see?" Imagining life in such simplistic terms was so ridiculous Neil almost laughed. He kept the vicious twist of his mouth off his face through sheer willpower alone. Something still must have shown, because Kevin gave his racquet a hard tug. "Focus."
“You,” Neil said at last. Kevin pulled at his racquet again, and this time Neil let go. “Tell me I can have your game." It wouldn't do them any good, but Neil wasn't going to get into that. "Take it." "Neil understands," Kevin said, dropping his hand and sending Andrew a pointed look.
Neil was halfway through the men's door when Kevin snagged his collar and hauled him down the hall to the back door. Kevin pulled it open and pushed Neil ahead of him through it. Neil stumbled a step, caught his balance a second later, and went to the inner court. The Foxhole Court was the second collegiate stadium he'd been in, the first being Edgar Allan's Ravens' Nest, but he'd never been in one on a game night. It was one thing to admire the dizzyingly high seats, and another thing entirely when those seats were full. Not all of the sixty-five thousand seats were taken yet, but at least three-quarters were. The stadium rumbled with the sounds of tens of thousands of feet. The crowd's yelling and laughing were deafening, and this was before the crowd had a reason to be loud. Neil wondered what they would sound like after the Foxes scored. Maybe it'd be loud enough to crack his bones inside him. It didn't take anyone long to notice Neil and Kevin in the inner court. When the closest section went crazy, the sound ignited a small wave up the stands. Orange Notes, the campus band, was still filing into their section, but they reacted to the excitement unquestioningly. The drumline beat out a ferocious rhythm and a couple trumpets started the school fight song. A few seconds later the students joined in, yelling the words at one another and the empty court. "Don't waste their time tonight," Kevin said at his ear. "They came to see you play, so give them something to believe in." "They're not here for me," Neil said. "They're here to see the famous Kevin Day." Kevin put a hand to Neil's shoulder blade and gave him a small push. "Change out." Neil took one last peek up at the stands before heading back to the locker room.
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attineilde · 2 months
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kevin day is either gay or exysexual
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aroace-cat-lady · 6 months
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It's so funny to me how exysexual Neil is.
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kevinexyqueen · 3 years
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Kevaaron doesn't work because Aaron is not that good at exy
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palmettios · 3 years
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stick-ball · 3 years
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So this is the Gang's opinion on the twitter rumors of a Spanish translation being in the works. Enjoy
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Idk if this has been done before but...
Exy season getting canceled because of Covid.
Ik they're in their 30s now and at least when it comes to the VERY few sports I'm familiar with that's pretty much the begining of the end but just imagine Neil "Exy Junkie" Josten and Kevin "Exysexual" Day going over old games during quarantine until they can't take it anymore and make the very rushed decision to quarantine together so they can play because what else would they do.
And then Andrew, who expected a "nice and Exy-free" time finds himself sharing an estate (because you can't tell me Kevin and Thea don't have some fancy mansion with a gym and an Exy court and an outdoor and an indoor pool and all that crap) with Kevin, Thea, their kid, the cats and Neil for months.
Waking up at 6am because his idiot and Queen Kevin decided they had to stick to their schedule as much as possible.
And Kevin's kid... Oh... The little rascal wants to be a goalie just like 'Uncle Andrew' so one afternoon right around snack time Kevin is running around looking for her, he checks the pool, playground in the backyard, every nook and cranny and when he finally finds her he stops a safe distance away because... She's holding a goal keeper racquet and talking to Andrew who's... Showing her moves? And while Andrew shows no emotion Kevin's little girl is grinning ear to ear and trying to catch the balls Andrew is (as gently as he can) swinging at her.
Kevin takes a picture before approaching them to let them know it's time for a snack, because he had been worried his little girl only liked Exy because of growing up surrounded by it but... Now? Seeing her playing with Andrew? Andrew who couldn't give less of a fuck? It makes him relax. Because it's Andrew.
And then one day Neil catches Andrew and Kevin's little girl™ throwing knives in the basement and while he joins them, the three vow to never let Kevin know.
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rinzi · 3 years
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Exysexual
[Image Text: Even after a semester at Palmetto State University and a couple weeks practicing on the largest Exy stadium in the United States, Neil was still struck breathless by the Foxhole Court.]
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uncensored opinions on AFTG characters!!!!!
Andrew: no matter how much I love him in the books, it I ever met him I would kick his five foot ass into next week
neil: give him a break. please. he needs a fucking rest. hes gonna fucking die
allison: people always forget her, but she's an amazing sapphic queen
renee: sunshine child. befriended the unfriendable. a TRUE icon
aaron: I have absolutely no strong feelings about this man. everyone seems to love or hate him (marmite boy) but I truly couldn't care less
kevin: a queen in all senses of the word. got some absolutely icon lines. man is exysexual
nicky: needs to stop being stereotyped as an overexcited gay. his trauma needs to be respected just as much as everyone elses
dan: yeah I like Dan:)
matt: its Matt. how can you not like him. he seems like he'd give amazing hugs
abby: needs to paid more to put up with the shit she does
wymack: hes trying so hard, bless his heart. I truly respect him and how hard his job is
bea: I'm trying to find something to say. well done for getting Andrew to open up, and process his trauma?
riko: fuck off you nasty little weasel
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cvsaire · 4 years
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AFTG Discord Server!!
We have great auto assignable roles (thanks to @lunasilvia), great aesthetics, super friendly mods, and we love to talk about the AFTG series by Nora Sakavic!
https://discord.gg/hu922cD
We have clearly stated rules and if you join please respect them! <3
There are many great channels and bots to enjoy when you join us at Exysexuals Anonymous!! Yup thats our server name ;)  We have fic rec, fan art, fanfic, fanfic critique, and many other channels waiting to be filled with content!! <3
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whatmack · 4 years
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"#nice exy" that's just how kevin and neil flirt with each other. "wow babe nice exy" "your exy was really nice today" and so on, while andrew's groaning in the background
pFFKeveryone else thinks it’s code for something but no. they’re Exysexual. sailors be like “my first love is the sea” and Neil and Kevin be like “my first love is the Court”andrew, sitting outside the locker rooms on his phone after practicedan: how long are you staying there I need to lock upandrew, pointing over his shoulder: it was a good practicedan: …..yeah?andrew: I’m going. to be waiting here. for a while.dan: wh–OH. Jesus Christ okay enough information I get itandrew: both of them have keys. i’ll make them take care of it
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darkblueboxs · 4 years
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ashfjdjsjasn this tag: “i have to assume playing exy together is the equivelant of third base for both of them” absolutely killed me lmaoooo
Kevin and Neil highkey exysexuals
Fourth base is clacking exy raquets together
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kevinexyqueen · 3 years
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Kevaaron doesn't work because Aaron is not that good at exy
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palmettios · 3 years
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andrew: would it kill you to stop making everything about exy?
neil: physically? no. emotionally? the toll would be catastrophic
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aftgficlibrary · 5 years
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Hi! Could you please rec some drunk Neil fics in which he’s soft and sappy with/about Andrew. Thank you!!
Here you go! I love drunk Neil.-Aaron.
Some Ibuprofen Required by kayxpc (G | 419 | 1/1)
Neil is drunk and Andrew takes care of him.
I Hate You, No You Don't by sonyathefairy (G | 593 | 1/1)
Neil's a sappy drunk and Andrew secretly loves it
milkshakes by exysexual (T | 2,440 | 1/1)
Neil on the other hand was giggling into his palm at a joke Nicky had made. Nicky was delighted. “Drunk Neil is my favourite Neil, he is adorable,” he declared, before reaching out as if to cup Neil’s face in his palms. Andrew slapped his arm away.
“Okay, rude.”
Drunken Words Are Sober Truths by kayxpc (G | 734 | 1/1)
Southern Comfort by ceilingfan5 (G | 886 | 1/1)
Neil is drunk and in love and at home in the world. Andrew is drunk and sits on him.
Spill by exyking (T | 1,803 | 1/1)
His mother had always told him that a man who couldn’t run was as good as dead. A man too drunk or too high to see the danger around him wouldn’t even feel the knife between his shoulder blades or the gun between his eyes before he was bleeding on the ground.
But things were different now. There was no danger here. At least, not enough that he had to be afraid all the time. Caution was in his nature, but he wasn’t alone anymore. He had Andrew, all the foxes, and the walls of fox tower itself between him and anyone who would wish to do him harm.
Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, that was enough for him to let go.
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gluupor · 6 years
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In one of your other posts Neil hates Kevin when they first meet so if you don’t mind could you write something about how they become friends? Thanks so much, everything you write is absolutely amazing I’ve read all your writing at least twice!
They were sitting silently in the squad car, glaring out their separate windows. Neil was annoyed. He was trying his best not to engage with his pain-in-the-ass partner, but they’d had an argument about who was going to drive, because Kevin drove like he was ninety-seven and half blind inching himself to the grocery store, and Neil drove like a normal person. Or, as Kevin claimed, Neil drove like a toddler who’d taken acid instead of his ADHD medication.
Kevin had then brought up some arcane rule from the department’s handbook, which had miraculously sided with him. Neil couldn’t dispute it, so Kevin was driving and Neil was pouting. And they had to sit here for hours.
They were helping a detective with his case: staking out a suspect’s home in their obvious police cruiser in order for the less conspicuous detectives to survey whether the suspected accomplice would do anything incriminating.
Kevin phone gave off an alert and he surreptitiously checked it, sending a guilty look at Neil.
“Oh, is that a personal message?” Neil asked acidly, still sore from last week when Kevin had tried to confiscate his phone because he’d replied to a text from Andrew.
Kevin swore colourfully enough that Neil was a little alarmed, despite himself. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” said Kevin quietly, almost bashfully. “Except the Trojans lost.”
“The… you mean in exy?” asked Neil. “The Trojans lost?”
“I know,” said Kevin. “I have Dermott in my fantasy league and I was counting on those points!”
“Is your fantasy league any good?” asked Neil curiously. “I haven’t been able to find one that isn’t filled with douchebags.”
“Yeah, I run it,” replied Kevin. “I try to weed out the jerks.”
“Clearly not all of them,” said Neil, but he was teasing. “Since you’re there and everything.”
Kevin just shook his head. “Do you play?”
“I used to, in high school,” said Neil. “But my college didn’t have a team.”
“That’s too bad, I played all through college.” He hesitated. “It’s weird to find another fan; everyone at work seems more into basketball and baseball.”
“I know,” groaned Neil. “And baseball is the worst! No body-checking at all!”
“You know,” said Kevin slyly, “my mom is Kayleigh Day.”
“No way, the Kayleigh Day?” asked Neil, incredulous.
Kevin nodded and launched into a story. Their shift together passed quickly.
“Hey,” said Neil breathlessly into his phone. “Sorry I missed your call. I was out.”
“You were out?” asked Andrew. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”
“I know,” said Neil. “But Kevin and I went to a pub to watch the Trojans game.”
“The pub? Kevin? Who’s Kev… your partner Kevin? Who you hate?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Neil sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s not so bad. He likes exy.”
Andrew grunted. “Of course that’s what it took for you to like him, you junkie.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I fell for you when I found out you used to play,” teased Neil. “You should be grateful for my exysexuality.”
“Your exysexuality,” repeated Andrew dryly. “So you’re attracted to Kevin now?”
“Ew,” said Neil. “Let’s not get carried away.”
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