#wymack is my history teacher

[exy-shmexy]

high school au rivals to lovers kevaaron

kevin getting his science test back with a 98 so he smugly turns around to shove it in aaron’s face. aaron raises an eyebrow, lifts up his paper to show to bright 99 with a shit-eating grin (andrew got 100 but will never show it to anyone).

their next class is a history presentation, afterwards the teacher discusses grades (my high school did that idk if yours did too but it was the WORST anyway) kevin gets a full score.

english class arrives and it is set to be a debate, cue the two having an argument-contest of symbolism and meaning of a certain poem they had to study.

one day kevin shows up to the library to find all the seats taken except the one next to aaron. he grumpily considers his options but when aaron looks up from his textbook he turns on his heels and tells himself it’s not too cold to study outside yet.

then they are assigned a presentation for their spanish class. neither of them speaks it very well (they would have preferred being with the weird kid andrew always hangs out with) but they have no choice so kevin tells aaron to come at his place during the weekend to work on it.

it’s a bit of a disaster because they keep bickering but then eventually manage to get an outline for it after way too much time wasted deciding who should work on what. aaron brought his old laptop so they both start working on their part in silence, neither happy to be in the other’s presence but at least working is familiar and comfortable, so much so that they don’t see time pass. kevin’s step-mom comes home and she tells aaron he should stay for dinner with them. he refuses but she insists because “listen i got too much food, what’s one more mouth to feed”.

(little does she know aaron hasn’t eaten anything since the previous evening. his mom is going to be mad if he doesn’t come home but kevin’s step-mom, abby, is very sweet and besides kevin looks constipated at the prospect of him staying so he ends up accepting)

aaron helps get the table ready while kevin chops veggies with way too much force, abby makes small talks but it’s alright, at least aaron doesn’t have to think about the screaming that will be waiting for him at home.

just as dinner is ready, the high school coach, who is also kevin’s father, arrives and stomps in all grumpily because some kids tripped each other on the tracks so he had to take them to the hospital for a sprained wrist and a sprained ankle. coach wymack looks at aaron then at kevin and then huffs. “‘bout time you brought a friend here” “he’s not my friend” “whatever you say kevin”. dinner is pleasant and aaron doesn’t remember the last time his stomach felt so full, kevin’s parents keep asking him questions and he finds it surprisingly easy to talk to them, especially because kevin is silently fuming opposite him.

aaron goes home with a tupperware full of food but as soon as tilda sees him she slaps him in the face because “where the fuck were you”. aaron drops the tupperware in surprise and apologizes profusely, when tilda is done with him he runs to his bedroom and doesn’t get out until the next day. kevin is the first person he sees in class, if he notices the still red mark on his cheek or the stiff way aaron holds himself, he doesn’t comment on it. aaron sits next to him to review their notes and kevin says “you’ll have to bring the tupperware back”

aaron “i’ll bring it tomorrow”

kevin “abby gave me these for you” kevin gives him a small bag of wrapped cookies.

aaron “why?”

kevin “because she has the audacity to like you”

they get an a for their presentation and aaron is invited for dinner again the following friday, kevin starts warming up to aaron even tho aaron keeps his distance until one day it’s just the two of them left in the locker room and oh fuck kevin is shirtless and oh fuck abs.

aaron realizes something about himself in that moment while kevin seems completely unbothered, but then a smirk stretches the corner of his mouth and oh fuck aaron is standing too close. kevin tilts his chin up with one finger and kisses him right there

#an oldie but a goodie #seriously i love this hc a bit too much #what if i wrote a proper fic for it 😳 #not that i already have two big wips going on already but you know #kevaaron #kevin day #aaron minyard #aftg #aftg headcanon

[ash-657]

aftg characters as things i’ve heard my classmates say this week (out of context):

(+Wymack and Abby as our teachers)

——

Wymack: any questions?

Nicky, raising his hand: do you think Dobermans see Pinchers the way tall people see midgets?

Wymack:

Wymack: i meant questions related to what i have been explaining for the past half-hour

——

Aaron: ew no I don’t go to the therapist

Abby: what’s so wrong with going to the therapist? it’s just like any other doctor like the eye doctor, the ear doctor-

Matt, from the back of the room: MY EAR DOCTOR IS MY MOM AFTER I SHOWER

——

Renee: and my goldfish came back to life somehow

Nicky: BRO SHE HAS JESUS IN HER AQUARIUM

——

Wymack: and what do you think as soon as you hear the word “Africa”

Matt, standing up in the back: Africa is the best country in the world!

Wymack:

The whole class:

Matt: why are you looking at me like that

——

Neil and Kevin: *fighting about whether the History or the Philosophy book is bigger*

Neil: No it’s definitely ticker

Kevin: No way it’s a bit bigger but that’s it

Wymack: For the love of God and everything that’s holly, I am begging you to tell me you’re talking about anything BUT what i think you are talking abt in the middle of my class

——

Nicky: can I have a sip of your water? i forgot mine

Kevin: sure

Nicky: *spits it as soon as he started drinking*

Nicky: KEVIN THATS ALCOHOL

Kevin: so what? jesus did it too

Nicky: HUH?!

——

Neil: Hey Drew people are saying you want me…

Andrew, not looking up: No one wants you Neil, not even the country, that’s why you’re an emigrant at 18

——

#i don’t know the context of 3 of them #i hate my class but they can be useful for something ig #our teachers don’t like us very much tho #oh well #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxhole court #kevin day #aaron minyard #andreil

[sweeterthanyou-blog]

read an incomplete fic crossover where blue and the raven boys join the foxes and i didn’t know it was something I needed till now so here are some of my thoughts because the fic hasn’t been updated in 2 years

The gangsey playing Exy in highschool.

Gansey is a pro because he started so young. He plays a dealer and has many opportunities lined up for college. (Edgar Allen Poe tried to recruit him in his senior year but this was when everything that occurred in aftg went down so it was obviously declined)

Ronan is actually extremely passionate about the sport (he won’t turn up to class but you bet he’s at every practice). The teachers and Gansey eventually have to use it as a punishment, if he gets kicked out of school he can’t play. He of course is a back liner

Adam is reluctant to play. Between working two jobs and maintaining his good grades to keep his scholarship, he doesn’t think he has the time, but the others rope him into it. He’s actually a natural at it. He plays a striker.

Blue plays at her school. There’s a competition between her team and Aglionby Academy where she first meets the boys. She’s angry because they clearly have more funds compared to the public school system. They’re stuck up private school boys who will a guaranteed to be recruited. She’s a goal keeper (sticking to the og fic) and is a pro, but knows she doesn’t have what it takes to go further both skill wise and financially.

Ronan is the one who catches Kevin and Neil’s eyes. He obviously fits the foxes profile, but Ronan only agrees on the condition the others can come too.

Wymack hesitates, Adam certainly fits the profile as well, and Blue, due to her social-economic state might just be able to make the cut. But Gansey? The son of a rich Republican who certainly doesn’t need the scholarship? No way. But Kevin and Neil insist that they can have Ronan and no one else.

Ronan insists that it’s all or nothing, even going as far as to tell wymack that Gansey does in fact fit his “stupid profile” (I mean come on the boy died twice)

Poor wymack gets flashbacks to Adrews all or nothing deal but eventually agrees and so blue and her raven boys become the only freshmen’s to join the foxes in Neil’s Sophomore year.

Some of the foxes are not too keen on Gansey (I mean you would be too with him screaming “privilege” - we still love you though Dick <3). Although there is some solidarity between Gansey and Allison.

Blue, Ronan and Adam protect him fiercely (they love their king) which obviously creates some tension between the original foxes and the Gangsey

But no one can deny their obvious talents.

Gansey of course begins looking into any potential ley lines in the area.

Adam and Neil get on quiet well though both Ronan and Andrew are hesitant with each other.

Blue and Renee become fast friends and go volunteer together at the local shelters regularly.

Kevin clings to Gansey due to his talent (he’d originally caught Kevin’s eye while recruiting but knew he wouldn’t fit the profile so had disappointedly discarded his file. This was actually what led him to find Ronan and so all in all it was a big win for Kevin). The two also become fast friends due to their mutual love for history (Gansey immediately tells him all about ley lines and his research into Glendower, and what he’s looking at now)

Theirs is an interesting dynamic for the reader because Gansey is basically who Kevin wouldve been had he grown in a more stable and healthy environment (both privileged boys with their obsessions towards history and exy)

The gangsey are very closed off at first about the events of their “The Raven King”. It’s not every day someone tells you they can pull things out of their dreams or die and come back

Also in this Noah is not forgotten and in fact makes regular appearances both in the dorms, in classes, at the court, etc. he comes to every game to support his friends

This freaks out the foxes of course. The Gangsey and Noah aren’t shy about the whole “he’s been dead for 7 8 years” but no one believes them

Takes some time and context but when they find out about Gansey dying twice the foxes all collectively are just like “oh” because yes that man right there IS a fox.

Blue and Adam both taking a massive sigh of relief because not only do their scholarships cover for everything but they get to stick with their boys :)

Blues dream of going pro might actually be realised (she’s taken under Renee’s belt and improves and eventually Andrew warms up to her that he’ll give her pointers)

Adam still loves exy but like Aaron he’s in it for the scholarship and university degree (on his way to be a lawyer) and they get on really well because of it

Ronan and Andrew bonding over tattoos and Ronan dreams up a permanent tattoo in the style of temporary tattoos that can be stuck on so Andrew doesn’t have a stranger tattooing him.

Okay Ronan is a bad influence and may or may not have gotten Andrew into the idea of car racing (which both Adam and Neil are NOT happy about that)

Someone making a joke that the real reason Gansey fits the fox profile is because he drives around in The Pig (probably Aaron or Nicky). Andrew hates the sight of it but Neil secretly loves it because it’s orange.

The og foxes all freaked out by Chainsaw at first but she quickly becomes an honorary fox. The press one time makes a bad joke involving a certain connection with the foxes having a pet Raven and their rivalry with Edgar Allen Poe so Ronan teachers her to say “fuck Edgar Allen Poe” on live tv. It goes viral.

Chaotic raven boys sharing a dorm. They all miss the comfort of Monmouth Manufacturing so their first order of business after arriving is moving the fridge into the bathroom (much to Blues disgust).

Blue getting some quality girl time with Dan, Allison and Renee

We all love the Kevin, Neil and Andrew pro dynamic now think about Blue, gansey and Ronan all on a pro team one day. Adam and Noah and Matthew and Declan and Helen and all the ladies and the grey man from 300 Fox Way come to all their games.

Idk about major plot points but just imagine the foxes and the Gangsey all following a new ley line story gansey found (with the help of Kevin).

Like seriously this combines 2 of my favourite things I could go on FOREVER I just love it so much.

#the dynamics would be *chefs kiss* #just quietly dying about this cause the more I think about it the more I love it #the raven cycle #the foxhole court #aftg

[andrew-minyards-bitch]

aftg as things in my school

-

Renee: did y’all know that fanfic sites can’t be accessed during school hours?

Dan: …and why do you know this?

Renee: …

-

Kevin: *gives a throughout explanation on how the Middle Ages worked in Europe, explaining Christianity to Neil because Neil has a history text in his next class period*

Kevin: *continues to explain how feudalism was the government system during this time*

Random student on campus: are you trying to preach Christianity?

Kevin: …

Kevin: I’m an atheist 🤨

Student: ohh oh, sorry!

(this is in no way shape or form an outlay of what i believe to be Kevin’s belief, this is a comedic expression of what happened in my school between my personal interaction w another person and since I *was* discussing history i feel as though it suits Kevin’s character)

-

Kevin: so like can we bring…?

Wymack: no!

Kevin: soda?

Kevin: I haven’t even finished my question?!

Wymack: I’m sorry I thought u were going to say alcohol and i was like ? is he for real

Foxes: ALCOHOL IN A SCHOOL BUILDING LMFAO

Dan: stop- I was literally panicking because I thought he was going to say alcohol

Allison: PLS me too

-

Renee: can we bring those fake wine from weddings?

Wymack: NO!

Nicky: but it’s fake!

Wymack: [looks between Renee and Nicky] no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Matt: but but it’s just grape juice!

Wymack: it’s like you guys want me to get fired or something

-

Wymack: yeah so like I’ve been recently informed by my girls (in 1st period class but since this is aftg let’s just say “team”) that I’m the “dad” of the school? And Abby is the mom?

Whole team: ummm…yeah about that

Wymack: I thought I would at least me a cool uncle yk w/ my tattoos and all

Wymack: Id at least think that yk the tattoos will make me look cool, I don’t think I’m that old to be a dad

Upperclassmen, under their breath: parent! Abby and Wymack era, fucking knew it

Wymack: I do have a question though, if I’m the dad and Abby is the mom then how does Bee fit into this?

Andrew: Bee is the cool aunt

Renee: yeah, she would let us have sparkling grape juice

Wymack: no!

-

Wymack: [calls Kevin outside of the court]

Foxes: ooohh he’s in trouble

Bee: yeah busted!

Bee: Imagine your dad being your coach, that would be hell

Foxes: agreed!

-

Wymack: yeah.. my dad wasn’t a very good father

Matt: oh? I’m sorry, what happened?

Wymack: he left when I was 3 and when he visited he was always just punching me and getting mad

Matt: that must’ve been hell

Wymack: yeah, so like if you ever have conflicts w/ you dad yk you can come to me, I can empathize w/ you

Wymack: 😐

Matt: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

-

Allison and Aaron: [gets into a fight]

Renee: um.. Andrew? hello? are you going to do anything about this?

Neil: [films the whole thing]

Kevin: [eats an apple]

Nicky: [does zumba classes and randomly squats in front of Aaron and hollers]

Other sport players in the college campus: [trying to stop it]

-

Upperclassmen and the “Monsters”: [gets into an argument]

Them: [blocks the way bc they’re all standing up and arguing and are seconds away from throwing hands]

Neil: i’m just trying to get to my math class wtf

-

Aaron: help me study

Andrew: am i smart? yes do ik how to study? no

Aaron: 😑 me too but like pls just do ur best

Andrew: fine

Aaron: [studying for his biology quiz on thursday]

Aaron: and so this dude named Theodore Schwann had a bald spot on his forehead

Andrew: ???

Aaron: bald.. balls lol

Aaron: anyways so you can put balls in boxes which you can’t do with cells, wanna know why? because cells aren’t boxes

Andrew: this is how you study?

Aaron: [throws stank eye]

-

Allison and Seth: [make out near the women’s bathroom w/ tongue]

Kevin, knowing damn well that Seth can hear him and thriving off of it: hey Aaron! I just saw this dude kissing his on/off gf near the mf WOMENS BATHROOM

Aaron: that is unsanitary

Kevin: right!? and like shoving their tongues at each other and it was the most disgusting thing i’ve ever witness which is saying something because i slapped cold peanut butter on the table and got cut by a plastic spork on the first day of school

Seth: [stares at Kevin as they walk down the hallways and Seth is literally standing right next to Kevin]

-

Allison: guys there’s a bee in this class!!

Matt: slap it?

Dan: girl it’s near you

Allison: oh my god..

Dan: don’t move!

Renee: [gets up and goes to Allison, slaps the bee that’s flying around her head, bee lands on Allison’s hair, she freaks out, Renee thinks it’s dead and holds said bee with her bare fingers]

bee: [stings her]

Renee: ouch 😟🤨

Wymack, after Renee gets back from the nurse w/ a swell on her left thumb: she looks so offended and clueless as to why the bee stung her, she looked so confused and hurt too 😭

-

Renee: Abby I got stung by a bee

Abby: how’d you get stung by a bee?! did you do outside or something?

Renee: no, it just bit me

-

Jean: imagine being so unlucky that a bee stings you while you’re inside of a school building

Renee: IK!

Jeremy: omg look there’s another bee!

Renee: if you don’t stop!

#wymack is my history teacher #such an icon honestly #every dialogue fits what he has said during his class except for the calling Kevin out of court one #history teacher does not have children in school #that was one of the students in my class and his dad #the dean was calling him and my history teacher was like OHHH BUSTED #and talked about how much he would’ve hated if his dad was the Dean #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #neil josten #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #jeremy knox #jean moreau

[theravenkin]

new series (not really): aftg as stupid shit my english teacher has said

kevin: italian history goes hard...we need to start assasinating people again.

neil: drug test me right now. do it. who are you, my dad??

wymack: my lesson plans for the sub literally said "keep them alive".

neil about to raise hell again: holy war, holy war, holy war!! let's go!!!

kevin: you're never gonna run fast if you don't practice running fast. and that's science.

aaron: i went from having a 0 in this class to having a 69. *bows*

wymack to the foxes: if this idiot that stands before you has made it to 32, so can you. *applause*

renee: judas wasn't that bad. and he's the only disciple that rides a motorcycle and smokes cigarettes, so.

bonus:

betsy, holding up rock and roll signs: let's talk about our feelings!! yeah!! let's talk about our feelings with the lights dimmed!!

#yes my english teacher is a legend and yes he knows he is #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andriel #andreil #aftg shitpost #all for the gay #aftg incorrect quotes #incorrect aftg #renee walker #kevin day #aaron minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #renison #kevaaron #kandreil #kandriel #kevneil

[thespineoftherighteous]

when it comes to studying and school in general, aaron, kevin and Dan are the most intense and thus: headcannons

the reason that they put more effort in their studies than the other foxes varies between them:

kevin is a borderline perfectionist and it only makes sense that his grades are immaculate

aaron is really smart and dives into his studies because for one he enjoys it and for another he likes having something that he is in control of

dan never cared too much about grades in high school (exy was the only important thing) but when wymack gave her psu as a ticket out of her old life, she swore to herself that she wouldn't waste it and she's not about to lose her foxes by throwing her scholarship away

they study together a lot because it helps them get into a productive mindset and they're also good with helping each other out in different subjects of their core classes

aaron is the designated science boy (the likes of which i will never understand but it's aaron so I'll let it slide) and I'm pretty sure it's canon that kevin studies history and it is my belief that dan is really good at writing and English in general

they usually hold their study sessions in either their claimed corner in the library or in aarons room

matt has learned by now to stay out of their way and he usually either reads on the couch or goes to play video games with neil and nicky ("you could study yourself you know" *he just smiles sweetly at dan and blows her a kiss*)

when aaron has to write a paper, it's common to find his drafts littered with kevin's "constructive criticism" (he insists on using a red pen because he's a prentitious ass) and dan's more practical corrections

dan has a complicated relationship with chemistry but finds aarons explanations far easier to understand than her dipshit professors

he ends up teaching her like half the course but he doesn't mind because he likes chemistry and he likes the feeling of explaining things and he won't admit it because he is also an ass but he likes dan because she's smart and she's willing to work hard and he respects that

kevin is appalled the first time he sees dans notes because she only writes in pen and has no problem scribbling things out which sCANDalizes kevin who will rewrite his notes three times if necessary because he can't study from them unless they're neat

during midterms and finals, their sessions become more chaotic and it's not uncommon to see them drowning in a sea of books, papers and writing utensils

once during an exam period, kevin spent five minutes looking for his highlighter before dan just silently pointed to her ear and he found it tucked behind his

aaron gets annoyed when kevin and dan don't ease off practices around exams and brings it up every time one of them so much as sighs about their workload (kevin: *groans* Aaron: well you know you wouldn't be so- kevin: give it uP aaron we have to WIN dan: boys, shut UP *they both glare at her* dan: thank you! now aaron what does this mean...)

they all have certain habits that they subconsciously do when studying: aaron puts his pen between his teeth when he's reading and bites on it when he's thinking, dan plays with the corner of the page and pulls at her hair when she's frustrated with a problem, kevin's fingers are always tapping and he clicks his pen quickly right before he figures out a concept (the pen clicking doesn't bother aaron or dan but if one of them so much as clicks their pen twice, kevin looks murderous)

eventually they become familiar with the others systems and don't even use full sentences when they need things from each other.. matt is very confused the first time he hears a conversation between the three of them that consisted of exactly eight words

they know each other's dunkin orders and at least once a session one of them will grab their phone to send a text and fifteen minutes later one of the foxes or katelyn shows up to drop off lattes and espressos

also, sometimes matt will find them hours after he left them and just be like "guys, stop. eat something" and they'll look up with eyes burning from the books and blink at him and holy shit when did it get so late

they have a group chat ("only because it's convenient" "shut up aaron")

they ask each other how their exams/quizzes/assignments in general went, especially when two of them know the other was stressed about it

this leads to kevin going on a twenty minute rant on the incompetence of dan's history teacher when he gives her a B on an assignment kevin helped her with

dan and aaron find his indignation amusing, particularly because kevin seemed more upset than dan herself

during exam periods, sometimes some of the other foxes will join them and, though they won't admit it, kevin, dan and aaron will roll their eyes at each other every time someone interrupts their flow because clearly they don't understand the way this works

all the foxes do study together every so often tho..not the way the other three do but more like they all just gravitate to the same room and are spread out everywhere with their own books

on days like this, once their backs hurt and their brains are stuffed, they'll order in and spend the rest of the night trying to get dan (and kevin) to cancel practice

it never works

one time it worked

well, technically kevin had fallen asleep as soon as the food came and so convincing dan was easier

nicky thinks that the dramatic monologue he performed to dan was what swayed her (he was right)

so they leave kevin on the couch (renee put a blanket over him) and move the food to the girls room so they don't wake him

he woke up twenty minutes after they were supposed to be on the court, understood what happened immediately and stomped over to the girls room, hair sticking up every which way

he walks in to find them all eating and playing cards and when he glares at them they just shoot him bright smiles and "good morning kevin" "why hello there sunshine" remarks

for once he decides not to fight it and their mouths drop when he just shuts the door (still glaring) and moves toward the food

"you should be disappointed in yourself," he grumbles at dan as he reaches past her for one of the cartons

"what can I say," she says around a mouthful of noodles "they're persuasive"

"real strong will you got there, captain"

"fine, we'll do extra sprints next practice to make up for it, how's that?"

the others all groan and kevin grins at that and finally relaxes and allows himself to unwind for the rest of the evening

they never really acknowledge it but they all enjoy these slower moments where they can be just regular boring university kids with their friends

anyway dan, aaron and Kevin are study buddies

#anyway i adore them #all for the game #aftg #dan wilds #kevin day #aaron minyard #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #allison reynolds #andrew minyard #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #renee walker #all for the gay

[jemej3m]

Yo. Yo. Yoo. A Highschool musical au. Yeah you heard me.

bruh cross clique relationships are my jam

pt. 1? maybe

*

When they’d first met, Neil had been hiding from everyone else on the roof of the ski lodge. Wymack had brought him on holiday and encouraged him to join in with the teen party going on in the karaoke lounge with Dan and Kevin, but he’d taken one look and noped the hell out. 

Curled into a ball, he had never expected his angsty teenage silence to be broken by another short, bad-mannered boy, equally as distasteful of loud gatherings and soda-stupid teenage shenanigans. 

There had been something very familiar about him, like Neil had seen him before.

He also had a pack of cigarettes. 

Neil had yearned for one, like he yearned for his mom, and Andrew had asked for his name in exchange for the lighter. They’d sat in silence, letting the dulled sounds of music and cheers wash over them like a particularly persistent draft.

When Neil flinched away at the first pop of the fireworks, Andrew had frowned. And when Neil had explained they sounded too much like gunshots, Andrew gave him his number, scoffing at Neil’s old flip phone. 

Then he’d proceeded to bitch about his cousin, the one who had dragged him and his twin brother on a ‘bonding’ trip, and was then forcing him to move across the country so they could all live together. it distracted Neil from the gunfire overhead: whether or not that had been Andrew’s intention, Neil thought he’d never know. 

He assumed he’d never see Andrew again. 

But then school started up again.

Guess who was the new kid?

*

Andrew didn’t think that high school movies were actually grounded in reality till he moved to Palmetto State high. But the minute that he walked in through Palmetto State High’s front doors, he was instantly proven wrong. 

Aaron, who had already done his freshman year and half his sophomore year here, seemed unfazed. He was a generally unfazed person, expect when Andrew purposefully ignored him and then smashed his ass at Mariokart. Then he’d lose his temper but ultimately be angrier at himself, because he didn’t want to be anything like his mom had been. 

Andrew never had the chance to meet Tilda. She’d died just before they met: her will was the only reason that Aaron had found out about Andrew in the first place.

Aaron shoved his glasses up his nose and neatly ducked past a set of boisterous jocks who were bouncing a basketball to one another. 

“I already hate it here,” Andrew muttered, following after his brother. 

“It gets worse,” Aaron sighed. “Wait till you see the Exy jocks. The cheerleaders are - ” his face screwed up for a second. “Not all bad.” 

“What are you?” 

“We,” Aaron insisted. “Are nerds. Did you think you’d be able to escape the fact that we’re identical?” 

“I’m not a nerd,” Andrew muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the bracelet he wore. Bee had given it to him as a parting gift: it was the solar system, to scale, with the space between the planets made out of carbon fibre. 

“Are you kidding? The only thing you moved in with was a box of books.” 

“Whatever.” 

They brushed by the office, Aaron ignoring the freshman’s offer to take Andrew on a tour of the school. Her name-tag read Robin and she was clearly unfazed by their complete disregard of her presence. 

“History first,” Aaron huffed, squinting at Andrew’s timetable. “Good, we’re together. History sucks: we have Mr Moriyama, and his shitty nephew Riko is in that class too.”

“What’s so shitty about him?” 

“You’ll see.” 

Fantastic, Andrew thought. The day was shaping up to be an absolute nightmare. 

“Mr Minyard,” drawled a nasally man who lingered by the door. When he saw Andrew, his eye twitched. “And Mr Minyard. So the attendance sheet wasn’t an error.”

Aaron just muttered something under his breath and dragged Andrew by the sleeve. The tables were set up in spaced-apart rows, but the back was already claimed by a group of delinquent-looking attention vacuums. The others were all crowded around one boy, who had his feet kicked up on the table in front of him and an uncanny resemblance to the history teacher. 

He looked between Andrew and Aaron and sneered. Before he could open his mouth to say something, his uncle clapped his hands and called the class to attention. 

Just as Mr Moriyama was about to start the lesson, what could only be described as the human embodiment of disaster. 

When Andrew recognised him, his cheeks went red. 

“Mr Josten,” Mr Moriyama said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How is it that you are always late to my class, when your brother’s already here?” 

The brother in question looked nothing like Neil. He was taller, paler, with black hair and green eyes. He was also glaring at Neil, like that was going to make a difference. 

“My bad,” the red-head shrugged. 

“Detention,” Mr Moriyama said. 

“I have practise,” Neil retorted. And - oh, god, he was a jock. A smart-mouthed sporty boy. Fuck. Andrew thought he’d never see the boy from the rooftop again, but here they were, sitting in the same history class. 

“Should have thought about that before you were late,” the greasy man sneered, sending Neil on his way. Neil slumped his way past the desks till he saw Andrew sitting behind his brother, eyes widened with shock. 

Andrew, involuntarily, found himself giving Neil a small salute. Neil’s lips quirked up as he slid into his chair, letting the first lesson of the day finally begin. 

*

Neil jogged into practise late. This wasn’t surprising to anyone, least of all Wymack, who was leaning against the plexiglass with a knowing frown. 

“Could you stop antagonising Mr Moriyama’s own nephew in his class?” 

“In my defence,” Neil admitted. “Today’s detention was because I was late, not because I accidentally spoke my thought about Riko out loud instead of reciting them in my head.”

“Get on the court, you little shit,” he said, though not without fondness. Neil had been adopted by the Exy coach at the end of his freshman year, when he’d figured out why Neil was breaking into the changerooms to sleep. 

He jogged up to Kevin, who was less than impressed as he stood by the goal. 

“What the hell, Neil?” 

“The only reason I was so late was because Gordon still hasn’t forgiven you for getting him kicked off the team and he likes to hang around my locker to take it out on me!” 

Dan, Wymack’s other adopted child and team captain, was standing nearby and laughing. “Don’t try and flip this on Kevin: you just like picking fights with Seth.” 

Neil grinned at her. “It’s so easy.” 

“Oi!” Wymack called out. “We running drills or not?”

When he saw the blonde head of hair bobbing up and down, Neil’s grin faltered slightly. He was still in shock that Aaron had a twin, that the twin had moved here, and that twin had been the exact person Neil had met on the roof of the ski resort a few weeks ago. 

No wonder he’d found Andrew’s face so familiar. He was truly an idiot for not picking up on it.

Andrew sat down, high in the bleachers. Neil felt a strange prickle at the back of his neck, like he had when they’d talked for hours up on the roof. 

Practise went too fast after that. Neil stayed behind to help his coach pack up, Kevin and Dan bickering about plays as they went off to the showers. 

Coach went off with the equipment, giving Andrew a cursory glance. Perhaps he recognised Aaron’s face: the boy had nearly done tryouts for the team at the start of freshman year but chickened out. 

Neil skipped the steps, leaping up three at a time. Andrew was lounging on the bleachers, head cocked to the side. 

“So,” Neil said. “You never mentioned that you were moving to Palmetto.”

“We were in a random Colorado ski lodge,” Andrew rolled his eyes. “What were the chances?” 

“Clearly high enough.” Neil perched on the seat beside him. “So, Aaron’s brother, huh?” 

“Obviously.” 

Neil grinned. “Give me some slack: it was dark. I suppose you’ll be following him around, at first?” 

Andrew just shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do.” 

“Do you like Exy?” 

His eye twitched. “I’ve played before. Why?” 

Neil felt his grin widen. “You should try out.” 

Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Aaron says I’m doomed to be stuck with the nerds, so long as I look like him. Apparently that’s a big deal here.” 

Neil faltered slightly. “Well, yeah. Everyone kinda sticks to their own. I’ve always wanted to join the Olympiads, but they’d never let me on the team. I’m good at math and physics, but I’m on the Exy team. They don’t associate with jocks.”

“Olympiads,” Andrew mumbled. “Jesus Christ.” 

“Hey!” 

“This entire school is a disaster,” Andrew said, notching a cigarette between his lips and spun the lighter between his fingers. “I don’t give a shit about their stupid cliques.” 

Neil felt something warm in his chest. He’d always felt the same. “Careful. If Riko thinks you’re kicking up dust, he’ll retaliate. He likes to think he owns the place and prefers that everyone just sticks to their own.” 

Andrew trotted down a few steps before looking back over his shoulder at Neil. “Well, he can just get in line.” 

Huh, Neil thought, when he couldn’t get Andrew’s smirk out of his mind for the rest of the day. This is new.

*

gosh, teenagers r so melodramatic 

@filteredred don’t call me out on hypocrisy 

#andreil #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #high school musical au #the foxhole court #jock/nerd trope #very cute very nice #i was going to make it longer but i also wanted to get smth out because i havent posted writing in a whlie #so here ya go #the foxes #david wymack #fluff

[eloquent-apollo]

A comprehensive list of things Kevin day loves to do

Other than Exy

Being “active”

I dont have a better word to describe it okay, exy technically counts as being active, but once Kevin finally realises that he can be more than exy, this is the easiest thing to do. At first being active is going for runs with Neil, then it becomes things such as going for walks with Renee on a sunny afternoon, it’s playing just dance with the monsters (and being absolutely horrible at it and “shut up Nicky the game is obviously broken I did get the golden move!” “You literally did not” “ITS JUST RAISING YOUR ARM HOW DID I NOT GET IT?!?!”) it’s participating in a pillow fight instigated by a bored Nicky. It’s having fun with his friends, it becomes seperate from “working out” and it’s something he gets to enjoy freely

Cooking

Kevin loves to cook! At first he is horrible at it, he burns a fucking egg and he is frustrated because how do you burn a fucking egg? you throw it in a pan, fucking heat it and what the fuck its charcoal now??? What??? And okay, I am just gonna sneak in my “Andrew is amazing at cooking” headcanon in real quick, because it’s Andrew who teaches him (Nicky taught Andrew how to cook and as he becomes older Andrew also finds silent joy in it and he and Kevin totally swap recipes idfc) Andrew is a surprisingly good teacher when it comes to cooking, he teaches Kevin the basics and how not to burn an egg. (“You turn the fire down low” “wont it be faster to put it as high as you can” “how did that work out again the first time?” “Okay fair enough”) eventually they move on to harder recipes, and the ones that require an oven are practiced at Abby’s place. When Kevin is confident enough he cooks for Wymack and Abby for some holiday (thanksgiving? Idk im not American you can come up with that one yourself)

Reading

Kevin actually really likes to read? At first it starts with history books for his classes, then there is a day he finds a bunch of beat up classics in the library and eh why not. He’s surprised at how much he likes reading and slowly he starts taking out more and more books. He tries some YA books, and at Nicky’s outcry at not having read harry potter he downloads them from a shady website and reads them on his phone and okay they’re kinda good. He slowly explores more topics and the foxes get him books for birthdays and he just really likes reading! He also has reading glasses, I don’t make the rules except I do and Kevin Day has those like? Vintagey squarish glasses you know the ones they’re pretty and I like them lol

sewing

I have mentioned this before in a seperate post so I will make it brief, but this is a hill I am willing to die on so I will mention it again. Kevin! Loves! Sewing!!! He studies history okay and one day he comes across a youtuber who makes vintage clothes (Bernadette Banner, Karolina Zebrowska people like that) and? Hey that’s actually kinda cool! He tries it for himself and he sucks though, so he looks up videos on how to sew because Kevin is a very stubborn man. It takes some time and some help from Allison, who, upon finding out he is trying to learn immediately insists she will buy him a sewing machine and will teach him the art of sewing. Though, slowly he starts getting pretty good at it and slowly he dares making historically accurate clothes, just for fun and as a little side project for himself! When he is anxious he doodles out clothing patterns, because it takes his mind off of the stress and he can focus it on something else. (And I’m not saying he would make a corset but I am saying he would make a corset)

photography

he starts enjoying this towards the end of his third(?) year, just before the gals leave. Dan makes so many pictures and it’s become somewhat of a tradition to add your own pictures and Kevin always thought it was fun! He talks about it with Neil, who has started taking up the hobby as well and together they start to take pictures. It’s a lot of fun, sitting with Neil and discussing what shots looked good and how to improve the ones he didn’t like (because Kevin takes everything very serious, even something as small as taking a picture of a ladybug) the two of them fill quite a portion of the wall together.

Over the years Kevin learns that he can enjoy things other than Exy, he starts to develop new hobbies and interests (a lot of which he will drop before the year ends, because that’s the way things are) but he has fun and the foxes encourage him with every new project he takes on. Kevin learns to heal and he learns who he really is, besides exy. (This got longer than I had planned for oops)

#aftg #all for the game #kevin day #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #the foxhole court #dan wilds #matt boyd #aaron minyard #seth gordon #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #renee walker #david wymack #abby winefield

[kevindayprotectionsquad]

I WAS trying to go to sleep, but I forgot my sleeping pills at home, and my brain won’t shut up about high school teacher/coach Kevin. So I’m finally getting this post done. I said I would, and now I’m doing it. Please enjoy my feral midnight ramblings.

I’m not saying Kevin doesn’t go pro and be the number one player in all of exy history, because he does. He’s dedicated so much of his life to not play exy for as long as he can. But the career times for pro athletes isn’t very long, and Kevin is no exception. He starts feeling the lingering pains of over use in his injured hand, and younger plays are starting to out run him, and he knows its time.

So here he is, a recently retired pro athlete, all the money and support he could ever want, and no idea what to do with himself. He’s got his hobbies, but photography, cooking, and reading can only fulfill so much. If he’s honest with himself, he misses exy. It was his entire life for so long, how could he just drop it one day and move on?

He thinks about coaching. The pro league loves that idea. It would make which ever team he signs with unstoppable, being coached by the son of exy himself. Kevin knows that’s what he should do. That’s what everyone thinks he should do, but he just can’t. It takes him a while to figure out why he can’t commit to just signing to a team.

Then it hits him: he doesn’t like pro athletes. They all think they know everything there is to know. They’re in it for the glory and not the game. (Not to mention most are former Ravens, and it’s always been hard for Kevin to side with them after everything.) That’s not why he plays, and it’s not something he can get behind.

So he starts to reevaluate everything he knows about himself, and what he wants. He knows he doesn’t want to be retired, and that he needs something he can really throw himself into.

It take him a little too long to remember he’s got an entire history degree, just sitting around not being used. That was five years of his life staying up late to do research and writing endless papers, just gone to waste so he could go pro.

If he didn’t work so hard on those papers, he wouldn’t be so upset it was a waste.

Kevin mopes around, reminiscing about his glory days, when it hits him. He could utilize both his passions. He worked his ass off to get his degree, and he worked even harder to go pro. Why not help kids realize their passions and teach them work ethic, at the same time teaching them both history and exy?

Kevin’s suprized it took him that long to come up with that. He just never realized his two favorite things, that seemed to have no correlation, could be combined.

He settles on the idea of teaching high school. High school kids are jerks, yes, but they’re minds are easier shaped than college or pro athletes.

He zooms through getting both his teaching and coaching certifications. The state doesn’t care if you’re Kevin Day, exy legend, you still have to be certified to teach/coach high school kids. It takes some time, but Kevin is happy to have something interesting to do.

Even though the state doesn’t care about his name, the schools sure do. He doesn’t go too crazy with applications, he wants to wait and see if he gets a good response before putting himself out there more.

He gets a reply back from every school he applied to, and being Kevin Day, he interviewed at all of them. And despite the face tattoo, he gets job offers from all. Being the son of exy, and having a high gpa on his transcript had its perks.

Kevin didn’t realize how hard it would be to pick schools. They offered him all kinds of benefits and salaries, but he didn’t care about all that. It was the kids that mattered, and which school needed him most. Perhaps he was getting to be too much like his father.

He finally decides on a school. It wasn’t the fanciest by any means, but it had the most diverse student body, and prided itself on providing equal opportunities for all students. That was something Kevin could get behind.

His first day finally roles around, and Kevin is NERVOUS. He can’t remember ever being so nervous in his life. So nervous to do well and make an impact on his students lives. He definitely calls Wymack on his way over, just freaking out and needing sound advice.

The coaching part didn’t scare him. He could handle that, he had a good influence. It was the class room part. He had no idea what to expect. It wasn’t like he went to a public high school and had at least seen it from the other side. This was his first time ever being in a classroom setting like that.

He gets to school early, like all teachers do. He’s still new and exciting to the staff, so as soon as kids start arriving, he books it to his classroom. He can only put up with so much small talk nowadays. He can hear kids talking excitedly to each other in the halls trying to find their first period classrooms, or talking about they did over summer break. He busies himself straightening up his desk and world history posters he hung around the room over the weekend.

The first bell rings to tell the kids to get to class, and they start coming into the classroom in little groups. Kevin has been around enough people to know which groups are the popular girls, which ones are the football jocks, which are the exy kids, and which ones would rather be alone but some how alway end up in a group together when the others take the desks to sit with each other.

There’s whispers among groups, and quick looks at Kevin. He lets them talk up until the late bell. It’s time for business.

He introduces himself as Mr. Day. He likes the sound of it. Sounds teachery and official. He thought about coach Day, but thought otherwise since he would be coaching all the students. Hands immediately shoot up, but others are less subtle.

“Are you really Kevin Day the exy player? My dad said there’s no way.” “Yes, I am, but now I’m Mr. Day, your teacher.”

“Why’d you quit playing? Jason said it’s because you broke your hand again.” “No, my hand is fine, I just thought it was time to retire.”

“Are you coaching the exy team?” “Yes.” “Good. We suck.”

Kevin lets them get their questions and comments out, he knows it’s exciting. When they’ve finally settled down, he asks them to introduce themselves and give him a fun fact about themselves. When they complain (because all students hate ice breakers), he tells them its only fair since they got to ask him questions.

There’s obviously some kids that want to try and be class clowns, and see how much they can get away with being heathens in class, but Kevin is well seasoned at the “cut it out” look thanks to being friends with Neil for so long. It doesn’t keep Neil in check, but it works wonderfully on the class clowns.

The rest of the school day flies by, going pretty much the same as that first period. Seasoned teachers come to check on him, though he thinks it’s an excuse to come chat with him.

After school means exy practice. Kevin hated that he missed the beginning of summer practice, but it didn’t take long for him to figure out the team definitely needed work, and it was going to be a challenge to get where he wanted them to be. The team had split into their own social groups, and severely lacked communication both on the court and off. There were arguments and unfair checks within the first few minutes of practice. Kevin couldn’t help but reminded of another team, and remained hopeful. The other coaches let him take the lead, and he could already see shifts happening in the team by the end of practice.

As the school year goes on, Kevin gets more confident in his teaching and coaching style, and becomes a quick favorite for students in the classroom and on the court. He has an open door policy and lets students stay in the classroom to study or vent or just hangout when they need to. He gives them advice and validation where they need it.

The students catch on pretty quick that if they bring up exy they can distract Kevin for the rest of the class period. He knows they’re doing it on purpose, but sometimes can’t stop himself. He’s working on it.

His favorite thing to do in the classroom is hands on learning. They’re constantly doing projects of some kind. He enjoys seeing what the kids come up with for projects, and is always impressed with their creativity. He’s glad they’re having fun learning.

But what’s most rewarding of all is seeing his kids come together and grow as young people. In the classroom, there’s no more specific social groups, all the kids talk and work together. He’s most proud of his introverted groups. On the court, his team is working together and winning games. They’re not perfect yet, and don’t get far into playoffs their fist season with him, but Kevin can see the improvement and is so proud.

(Sometimes Neil shows up to practices to get the kids excited about playing again. Kevin loses his flare with them over time. He’s no longer “Kevin Day Pro Exy Star”, he’s “Coach Day who makes us run laps when we’re bad but brings us snacks and tells us he’s proud after every game”)

Kevin doesn’t care what the press has to say about his team or his crazy new career choice, because he finally found something he truly enjoys doing. Making an impact and changing kid’s lives through exy as well as teaching, is way more rewarding than scoring the most goals in pro exy.

#yo i went feral #i just LOVE teacher kevin yall #like god he would enjoy it so much #hes the type of teacher that truly cares about his kids #like pay for a kids new gear or school supplies #hed give them such good life lessons too #kevin would die for his kids #someone PLS go feral with me #PLS #🥺🥺🥺🥺 #made by me :) #my headcanons #kevin day #neil josten #aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court

[luci-cunt]

hello my darling menace,,, for the “send a fake title and you’d tell us what you’d write with it”: scraped knees and autumn leaves

oh hello my lovely Yubi disciple ajk;dfldj I love that title

OK first of all I’m going with AFtG becuase that’s what I’m thinking about right now. The title sounds hella flowery and cool so it’d probably be poetic and pretty. I’m not in an angst mood so fluff ONLY thank you very much--

so high school au

You’ve got jock Neil and rebel-goth-disaster Andrew

(oh also--Aaron in this is a skater/stoner he actually has a decent bond with Andrew because T-T let them be happy--Bee adopted them because I fucking say so and they bonded over skating for the purpose of this)

Neil and Andrew HATE each other, like, DISASTROUSLY

Everyone in the school knows they hate one another--it’s the Minyard-Josten rivalry ok, and it’s high school, so their interactions are the best entertainment any of their crusty little teenage brains are getting

(the whole hatred started because Aaron wanted to impress Katelyn by being a badboy(tm) and vandalizing the football field, but he got caught and Andrew took the blame for him as long as he promised to get clean and go to college with his nice clean record while Andrew cleaned up the football field and got a nasty spot on his own record. 

While cleaning tho--Neil comes out and is PISSED because dirty feild = cancelled games and cancelled games = PISSED Neil Josten. Since Andrew is a contrary asshole, he cleans the field and then comes BACK and vadalizes it AGAIN, but this time doesn’t get caught

Neil KNOWS it was him, but the school can’t prove it so Andrew gets off.

This happens like four more times)

ANYWAYS, Abby--Kevin’s mom (ye he’s living with Wymack and Abby because fuck Riko I don’t want to deal with him in this fic) is one of the teachers, and Kevin is friends with Neil becuase they’re both on the sports team (idc which one, exy, football, sport(tm) it doesn’t matter). BUT he’s also friends with Andrew who’s the only one who can keep up in history class and he’s sad they’re fighting because he wants his bros to hang out and not tear out each other’s throats. 

So Abby gets a brilliant idea (she’s a teacher--idk for what) that she’ll partner Neil and Andrew up for a project. 

Oh BOY big mistake

They just snap and growl at one another for the whole period. 

The next they just don’t speak

And the next ends with Neil very nearly strangling Andrew and they both get detention. 

This leads Abby to realize just how bad it actually is and she gets ANOTHER brilliant idea--

Since neil can’t get detention because that would mean he can’t play in his sport-ball game she offers them both the chance that if they get higher than a b on this project she’s pretend it never happened

Neil is HORRIFIED (so is Kevin honestly)

Andrew just wants to serve the detention but now he’s got a pissed off Josten dragging him into this project. 

Anyways, queue the stereotypical bonding and subsequent ~rooommaaannccee~ of these idiots fallling in love and doing the project as they visit each others houses, see other sides of each other, and jsut bond. 

Eventually Andrew realizes Neil is hot(tm) and after getting past his nasty jock aura he is just more hot(tm) 

So of course he wants to impress him and how does his dumbass achieve that? 

Skating. 

(also YES it’s autumn and the orange leaves are falling and dumping themselves in the bowl of the skatepark and YES there is an obligatory leaf-kicking scene)

He takes Neil to the skate park and shows off, and then Neil fumbles his way through standing on the board and they share a moment(tm) but it ends up getting Neil flustered and he yeets himself off the board and scrapes the hell out of his knee

He just laughs it off cuz no biggie, but Andrew’s even more head over heels because WOW boy laughign that is NICE

He apologizes for vandalizing the field

Neil kinda forgives him

They finish their project and present it in--that’s right--autumn.

Kevin gets to hang out with his bros except now he has to third wheel so his plan kinda backfired

the end happily every after yadda yadda

<3333

Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you how I’d write it! 

#these feels rambly but I love them they're stupid #fic #andreil #luci writes #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE YOU!!! #I hope you liked thiiisss <333

[dxmbbxtch]

The foxes as how my teachers attempted to greet me today:

Nicky: the vice principal

Nearly on the verge of tears, very emotionally saying “I just missed you all so much”

Dan: the principal

Very peppy greeting, holding the largest cup of decaf coffee I’ve ever seen in my life (she is heavily pregnant)

Aaron: my former history teacher

Looked me dead in the eye, just long enough for me to know she knew exactly who I was, immediately turned back to her conversation

Renee: the dean of students

Every time he walked into the room greeted us with “Hello!”, he entered the room approximately twelve times

Neil: my former statistics teacher

Already walking away, yelled “goodbye girls!”, did not wait for an answer, asked me why I failed her exam

Allison: the office manager

Told me the bathroom was occupied when I was staring at the open door

Andrew: my chemistry teacher

Did not show up

Matt: my biology teacher

Got upset because the masks don’t show when you’re smiling and proceeded to inform us that she was, in fact, smiling very big

Kevin: the football team in the parking lot (I know it’s not a teacher just hear me out)

Glared at me in disgust when I drove past them, asked me what the hell I was doing on campus during conditioning

Honorable mention:

Wymack: the guidance counselor

Made eye contact with me, didn’t say anything but I could see the fifteen emails I’ve sent her this summer flashing before her eyes

#aftg #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #neil josten #allison reynolds #renee walker #kevin day #please maam i just want to work in peace

[rewritingthestars]

Warnings: slightly graphic suicide attempt, depression, suicide ideation and planning, implied abuse, just all around bad coping mechanisms really

I wrote this mostly based off personal experience and dealing with my own mental illnesses, but its gonna be really dark before it gets better so heed the warnings

Part 2

—- -

Being suicidal doesn't stop the one hundred and some odd foot drop to be any less terrifying. Neil's heart is beating rapidly, his palms are sweaty, and every breeze that ruffles his hair sends a paranoid jolt of panic down his spine.

Neil breathes in. Then out. He clenches his fists to stop them from shaking. Neil pushes his feet, one after the other, until his balance is unsteady over the edge of the water tower. His vision wavers over the distance that stretches out under his feet and wonders how much this is going to hurt.

Neil prepares himself for finding out, just as he sees the sirens in the distance.

----

This is Neil's first attempt, if you could even call it an attempt. The sight of the police shocked him into going backwards, not forwards, and it didn't take much convincing to get Neil down.

He's not a spectacle after all, Neil doesn't want an audience to witness his bad decisions.

A good samaritan was bird watching in the woods near the tower and had seen him. The police followed soon after. Neil figures the climb down the water tower should be humiliating, or that solid ground under his feet should feel relieving, or seeing his foster parents cry should be satisfying. Neil doesn't feel any of that. Neil feels numb, apathetic, closed off. When he gets to the ground he's surrounded by people in uniforms but can't find it in himself to listen to what they're saying.

He goes to the hospital. A psychiatrist sits with him for three hours going over the whys, and the buts, and the ifs. He tells her what she wants to hear, that he was unhappy in his current foster home (true), that he asked for help from one of his teachers and they wrote him off (lie), that the experience was enough to convince him he didn't want to die (lie).

He spent three days in the psych ward. He told the therapists what they wanted to hear and he told the other residents to stay the hell away from him. When he got out he was moved to a different home, a single dad and his daughter, along with pamphlets and medication that were handed off to the father.

He stayed without incident for two weeks. The father wasn’t abusive, but the daughter was irritating and obnoxious. Neil tried his best to avoid her and her father alike. After two weeks of having a fair understanding on both of their schedules, Neil went to the house after school on Wednesday, when Katie had a meeting in her community service group and Mr. Moss had work until five. He put on a loose sweater and shorts, ran the water for a bath, and slit his wrists open with the razor he had bought a week ago.

This is his second attempt, or his first if you don't count the tower. Spots were already taking over his vision and the water was turning more red than pink when Katie came home early because their club leader had gotten the flu.

Katie managed to break the lock on the bathroom using a hammer her dad kept in the office.

Katie, of course, happened to know enough first aid to keep Neil alive until the ambulance arrived.

Neil tries not to resent her, but it's hard not to when he's again sitting in front of another psychiatrist in another psych ward lying through his teeth about how life is worth it.

----

Leo Hernandez stares at the file, then the phone, then back at the file. He groans, loudly, before grabbing the phone and searching wildly through his paperwork for a small sticky note with a number written down on it in chicken scratch. Punching the number in, Leo reads over the file once more, replaying Neil Josten's colorful history of abuse, neglect, and now apparent mental illness, wondering how people managed to fuck up a child's life so royally.

"David Wymack." The voice comes out of the speaker, shocking Leo back to the present. David sounds a lot like how Leo feels: tired, underpaid, and angry.

Leo sighs, rubbing his face down with his hand, "Hey David, it's Leo Hernandez, the social worker from Virginia?"

David is quiet for a moment before, "I remember. Before you ask, the house is pretty full right now Leo."

Leo tries not to sound as frustrated as he feels. "I figured, but do you mind if I send his file in anyways? It's. I don't know where else to put him."

"I don't know Leo-"

"Remember that favor you owed me?" Leo says abruptly.

Silence takes over the other side. "This must be serious, if you're cashing that in."

"Half of his file is sealed by the FBI. Apparently, he had some connection with a serial killer when he was younger."

"Jesus Christ-" A pause, then, "I hate to ask this but you know I have to; will he be a danger to my kids?"

Leo shakes his head, "The only person he's dangerous to is himself. He's currently in the psych ward for his second suicide attempt."

"Jesus Christ." Another pause. "Send the file over."

-–—

#andreil #tfc #fic #my writing #tw suicide attempt #tw suicide fantasy #tw eating disorder #depressed neil #group home au #i apologize sincerely #this is Dark be warned #part 1 of ???

[f-xholecourt]

for the prompt thingy// andreil in high school, or meeting at a wedding

okay, so this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it! and please let me know if i should make it an actual fic, because i started writing an actual chapter for it beyond this…….. ♡ anyway, you asked for high school…..so i give you……andreil as teachers

The English Lit students of Palmetto State High see Mr Josten show up every third period on a Wednesday, knocking on the door. The students see him wander inside after being absently waved in by Mr Minyard, and they hear the two barter back and forth in a language none of them understand, and they see Professor Josten leave.

What they don’t see is the smile that sits on his lips the rest of the day, the good, warm thoughts just one glimpse of Mr Minyard gifts him.

The German students of Palmetto State High see Mr Minyard catching the fabric of their own teacher’s ugly orange sweater and give it a tug, saying something lowly under his breath before letting Mr Josten back-step into his classroom, and they see the lingering look he gives the blond as he shuts the door.

What they don’t see is the clenching of Mr Minyard’s fists as he walks away, as if he’s been burned by the brightness of the sweater they all hate so much (they won’t tell him that, though, because he wears it for their every class after some idiot complimented him on it). They don’t see the moment their teacher has to give himself to calm his nerves, as if the grumpy English teacher really gives him something to feel jittery and restless about.

Other students of Palmetto State High hear Principle Wymack yell, “Quit canoodling in my teacher’s lounge, don’t you have somewhere to be?” As he enters the room students aren’t even allowed a glimpse inside of, but they don’t hear the same softness Mr Boyd, Coach Wilds and Ms Walker hear.

They scurry away, because nobody ever wants to be in the halls after the bell rings for fifth period and risk feeling the wrath of their Principle.

Members of the PSH Exy team often stay behind after practice long enough to catch a glimpse of Mr Day yelling something in obscenely loud and angry French at a sweating Mr Josten, who is clutching his racquet like it’s really taking everything in him not to swing it at the history teacher who only knows how to talk like he was there in the Battle of Hastings.

Mr Minyard often stands in the goal — or rather leans on it — and watches the whole thing play out before getting impatient (a trait any student recognises in him) and taps his racquet against the court floor.

One time, a student said she caught them making out in the back stairwell, and she also swears she could smell the faint odour of cigarette smoke. One flat look from Mr Minyard in the halls, though, and she almost begged everyone to stop talking about in fear that he’d give her a bad report card just because he could.

He’s done it before, everyone knows. It was only the beginning of the year, but Joshua Blake pissed him off so much by texting in class, that despite the fact his essays and test scores were all As, on his report card sat a fat F. He stopped texting during his lectures after that.

Some students like to speculate how Mr Josten and Mr Minyard met, and there are many theories floating around group chats, along with photos of the two of them getting into Mr Minyard’s car one evening and returning in it the next morning.

The first theory,  is that they were University sweethearts. They both attended Palmetto State University, the Highschool’s sister school, almost. They both played Exy to pass the time but didn’t expand higher than college level, some say one of them had an accident and others say they simply didn’t find it exciting anymore. They decided to teach instead, and came to work at Palmetto State High together so they’d never be far.

Sweet, but not true.

The second, is that they met at an animal shelter when they wanted to adopt the same cat. Complete strangers to one another at the time, they became involved in a heated argument over who deserved the cat more. The argument ended with Mr Josten winning custody of the cat, but the next week Mr Minyard saw him in the halls and nearly strangled him. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

That theory is only supported by the framed cat photos Mr Josten has on his desk.

There are more theories, so many that the list is never-ending, but nobody knows the truth. They’re willing to wait to find out, though.

#aftg #writing* #andreil #ficlet #uhhhh pls like this #softfordrew

[glendowen]

Big Bang

So, my big bang posting date was technically the 28, but I was at camp for the last week, and the wifi blocked tumblr and Ao3, and I ended up with a lot less free time than I was supposed to have, and it all boiled down to me not having the time to finish or post my fic by Friday (thanks to me scrapping my first draft completely changing my writing style two weeks before the deadline, because I’m so smart.)

So, my solution is to share little snippets every day until it’s all done, and by the end of the week, the whole fic will be posted. It wasn’t my original intention, but someties life doesn’t go exactly how you want it to. 

I want to thank the mods at @aftgbigbang for putting this wonderful event together. I’m so sorry this isn’t exactly how it was supposed to be posted, but thanks for the opportunity anyway. 

I also want to thank my wonderful artist @jojen-hewitt . Maaya put up with my crazy schedule and my internet break and made some truly incredible art for this fic, and I am absolutely amazed by everything she did. 

So, here are the first ~2000 words. I’m really hoping to have the rest for you as soon as possible.

The mutant games were messy, a violent clash between humans with “extraordinary” abilities trying to prove that they were worth something in a world that only found their value in entertainment.

The games’ creators, Tetsuji Moriyama and Kayleigh Day, were just two mutants who understood the world’s obsession with violence and used it to reserve them a spot in history books. The mutant games were nothing more than a feeble excuse for validity in a cruel world that managed to catch on spectacularly.

They were a perfect convoluted combination of violence and acceptance. In a world overwhelmed by the existence of mutants, the games provided a way to let them exist without being normalized; they gave a marginalized group a voice, but not one strong enough to be heard.

The court was a place of acceptance, but it was still a cage.

It was the perfect setup for Kengo Moriyama: it gave an acceptable outlet for his mutant brother and second born son to succeed without being directly involved with the main branch of the family and provided the best mutants to work for him. It was a sea of profit and power, and he was Poseidon.

Mutants were desperate for the ability to just exist in a society that perceived them as a monster, and Kengo was willing to provide that if they were willing to do his dirty work. He took the best of the players in his brother’s game, used their skills and their ruthlessness, and sent them to work.

One of his favorites was Nathan Wesninski, a man with a taste for blood and an ability to manipulate metal with just his mind. He could slaughter entire buildings full of people without leaving a trace or feeling an ounce of remorse, and he was so useful Kengo could even overlook his involvement with the Hatfords.

The mutants games were useful, and Kengo Moriyama could appreciate useful things.

Nathaniel Wesninski grew up learning his importance was strongly founded in the mutant games. The only way he could exist was if he, along with the other kids on his team, could manage to sustain fewer injuries in the hour they were on the court than the other gaggle of children across from them.

Most eight year-olds played little league soccer and football and thought about running away when their parents made them eat spinach and only changed their names when they were playing make-believe with their friends.

Nath—Alex, was not an average eight-year-old. Alex could change his looks with just a thought, could steal people’s powers if he saw them in use, and could quite literally inhabit other people if he touched them. Alex changed his name almost every other month as he ran around the world with his mother, who could make people think or feel whatever she wanted them to, away from his father, who could manipulate metal. Alex was forced to fight other eight-year-olds who could do who-knows-what, and when he got too good at fighting other mutant eight-year-olds his mother panicked that his dad’s boss was going to kill him, and stole him from a fancy mansion in West Virginia in the middle of the night.

Alex really missed fighting. He would reminisce about it when he was pressed up against his mother with his hand wrapped around the gun under his pillow, living in a place where no one knew that his name wasn’t actually Alex, or Stephan, or Christopher, and where he didn’t quite speak the language. But if you asked him what he wanted most, he’d tell you that he’d give anything to be average.

Neil was alone.

He was a nobody kid with no parents, squatting in a house in nowhere, Arizona, playing in the mutant games for some no-name high school.

His mother’s voice was screaming at him, reminding him that no matter how far he distanced himself from Nathaniel Wesninski it wasn’t safe for him to go anywhere near that world; that a new body and a pretend power (He told them he could manipulate fire. Useful, but not too uncommon for people to raise an eyebrow at it.) weren’t enough to protect him, and that a moment of adrenaline wasn’t worth death.

He ignored her. She might be right, and playing in the mutant games might be a death wish, but she had forced him to watch her die in Washington and had abandoned him at eighteen without his consent, so he figured acting out a little was fair.

So he pretended to be adequate at manipulating fire, so he could play for some average mutant team in Millport, Arizona and tried to keep his head down as much as possible.

It had worked perfectly until they lost the championships in May. They had been doing surprisingly well, and now Neil was watching them tear down the only place he had felt at home at in years.

As he watched them tear up the floor, he planned his next life. He figured he could pick up some unassuming looks from someone in the airport and actually fly back to France like his mom had planned before she went and died on him. He would stay away from the mutant games for the rest of his life and everything would work out like it always had, until his dad found him for good.

It was the perfect plan until David Wymack showed up in his life.

David Wymack was the mutant coach for Palmetto State University, a group of college kids who would have been incredible at the games if they could ever get along. They had the reckless abandon needed to succeed in such a violent atmosphere since Wymack only recruited mutants who had lived through some genuinely terrifying shit.

Mutants like Neil.

Except, there was no reason that he should know just how fucked up Neil’s life was, nor that he should have any interest in recruiting him. Neil had spent most of his time in Millport acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary; the Jostens were rich, busy business owners who had no time for their son, and stuck him in the mutant games after moving to the small town as a way of helping him make friends. He had no prior experience in fighting, and Millport wasn’t exactly a place known for its athletes.

None of that mattered, though, because Wymack was here and he was offering Neil a place on his mutant team after his last member was “unable” to maintain her contract.

(She had attempted to kill herself and was now locked up in an inpatient facility somewhere. Neil had read the article online about her.)

Neil tried to escape, to give up on dreams of a high school diploma and create another brand new identity before Wymack could drag him back into the world of the Moriyamas. He knew joining the foxes would put him close to Kevin, and that even if he didn’t recognize Neil and it was all a coincidence, the moment he let his guard down his true powers would slip out and he would be dead.

It had been tempting, to reach out and grab the opportunity for a real life Wymack was dangling in front of his face; to become a permanent fixture in the world, to have a name more substantial than dust. But taking the bait was dangerous, and Neil hadn’t let his guard down enough to do something quite that stupid.

So, he ran.

He booked it past a shocked Wymack and an even more shocked Hernandez and pushed towards the exit, his hand tight on the strap of his duffel bag. He had the papers, the plane tickets to France, the money to make it for a few more years. He would swipe the unassuming looks of his English teacher (the dirty blond hair, the hazel eyes, the generic face structure) and disappear, leaving Neil Josten in the cosmos, just as he had all the other identities sitting in between him and Nathaniel Wesninski.

He would disappear once again, and the world would continue to spin.

Which was a wonderful plan that he had every intention of following, until he felt a solid hand wrap around his wrist and pull so hard Neil could feel the bruise forming, and suddenly the world fell away.

Not in the overly sappy, romantic way, where you meet your soulmate and suddenly you are the only two in the world. No, Neil meant that his facade was stripped from him piece by piece, and he was suddenly facing someone a mere three inches shorter than him, a crazed smile taking up the majority of his assailant’s face. He couldn’t see himself, but if the glint in the eye of the maniac midget (he belatedly identified him as Andrew Minyard, defensive player for the PSU foxes) was anything to go by, he was most definitely standing at a solid 5 feet 3 inches tall, with shocking blue eyes and hair the color of blood.

The psycho’s smile grew impossibly wider, and he tipped his head to the side as if in thought.

“Isn’t this interesting? I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”

The crazed laugh that slipped out after the statement threw Neil off once again, and he was suddenly rendered useless as he tried to compose his thoughts into a semblance of order.

His slip up had left Wymack enough time to catch up, and after making some quip about not having nice things to Minyard, his attention was back on Neil, making sure that he wasn’t injured or incapacitated.

He brushed the larger man off with a solid “I’m fine,” and moved to separate himself from what felt like a pack of wolves surrounding him.

Andrew opened his mouth, most likely to make some witty response that would once again piss Wymack off when another voice cut him off.

“Great. If you’re fine you can sign the forms and we can head back to South Carolina with a full lineup.”

Neil’s heart stopped, his blood froze in his veins, and he suddenly wished that he had the power of invisibility or spontaneous combustion.

He hadn’t heard that voice in ten years, but no matter how much deeper it had become, Neil knew who was about to appear in front of him.

Kevin Day hopped down from Hernandez’s desk, closing up a file with a picture of Neil, with brown hair and brown eyes and a few added inches of height, taped to the front. He took up his place behind Andrew, his green eyes flashing to the pint-sized psycho he had adopted as his bodyguard following the “skiing accident,” and then towards Neil.

Kevin had hardly changed at all over the years, the only stark difference the permanence of the number two under his eye; Riko Moriyama’s 18th birthday had begun with the sharpie being wiped away and replaced by a tattoo gun. His eyes were far more sunken into his face, and the cloud of anxiety that had followed him was more subdued, but Kevin Day was still the recognizable son of Exy.

Neil felt trapped with all of the pairs of eyes on him; he knew that only Minyard could see him stripped down, but he still felt too seen. Up until this moment, Neil could categorize his memories into fight or flight, but for once his only response was to freeze.

Wymack seemed to be unaware of Neil’s internal dilemma, or purposefully ignoring it, but he shot a dirty look at Kevin and Andrew and spat out some harsh words that he couldn’t hear, and the pressure around Neil’s wrist disappeared.

Pleased with the privacy they had achieved, Wymack shot him a look that screamed exhaustion; he had seen a lot over the years of coaching his team of misfits, and one man can only have so much patience.

He gave Neil one last chance, reminded him that they could protect him from whatever he happened to be running from, just like they protect Kevin. They wouldn’t announce his name until the last possible minute, would provide him housing for the summer, would guarantee him at least five years of permanence, and would let him participate in a game that he had been desperately missing for a decade. Kevin obviously didn’t recognize him yet, and Minyard was far too interested in him to reveal his secret just yet.

He signed the papers and counted down the days until May.

Neil Josten was going to be real for as long as possible, and Mary Hatford was too dead to do anything about it.

He realized that he didn’t need to catalog any new faces in the airport, knew that he was actually going to look the same for a decent amount of time, but old habits die hard. People watching hadn’t just been Neil’s main source of entertainment as a child, but an integral part of his survival and airports were the perfect place to do it.

He found one of the Minyard twins and followed him out to the parking garage, deciding that it had to be Aaron because his apathetic look could never be achieved by his heavily medicated counterpart.

He followed him out to the parking garage and climbed into the passenger seat of a vehicle that looked far too expensive for an orphaned college student.

Their wrists’ bumped lightly together as Minyard reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket; his eyes met Neil’s, and they silently agreed to keep quiet.

Andrew pulled the car out of the parking garage, and they headed towards PSU.

#aftgbigbang #aftg #tfc #Neil Josten #Andrew Minyard #Moriyama #Kevin day #David Wymack #Kengo Moriyama #all for the game #the foxhole court #Mr. I'm fine #puts the exy in sexy #not paid enough for this #armed with apathy #Issy writes #Issy really meant for this to be posted in full on time #but life is a dick #I hope you enjoy this in the meantime

[andrew-minyards-bitch]

Aftg characters as conversations I've had with my friends (irl and online)

Nicky: Abby you're a milf

Abby: I'm a what? What does that mean?

Allison: it means mother I'd love to fuck

Abby: i- okay

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Kevin: wait do any of us remember our childhood??

Neil and Jean: no lmaoo

Andrew: well I do

Betsy: that's a sign of childhood trauma you dumb fucks

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Aaron: I fucking hate math, I will fraction fraction flip over the math teacher

Neil: math is so easy??

Aaron: shut the fuck up you stupid mf

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Nicky *Literally anyone of the characters tbh*: I don't know why I'd have to go to conversion therapy when I've been listening to "oh lord come take me to church.." for years now

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Matt: I want a hug

Neil: um.. what do you want me to do about it?

Matt: god you're so irresponsive

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Renee: I love your voice it's so soothing and relaxing

Allison: okay so kiss me

~

Kevin: rule number one: I never ever make mistakes, if you feel as though you aren't learning correctly then that is on you not me

Neil: no it's so on me for not getting it

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Jean: you know when you think about it,, riko's five foot five.. so ANYWAYS petition for kevin and I to beat the shit out of him

Kevin: agreed, my six foot two tall ass will be able to beat him no problem

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Nicky: *long bus ride for tournament* I shited in tennessee

Aaron: we're in kentucky now??

Dan: shit here too

Matt: I wish I could have shited back in tennessee

Allison: thank you nicky for giving me a new life long goal

Neil: yeah you should do a bucket list and shit on all the fifty states

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Dan: why is it that when kids play they sound like they're dying? They yell and scream so much

Wymack: And its so disappointing when you look over and they're still there,, fucking breathing and still alive,, like what the hell just fucking die already

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Renee: I'm going to steal your cat

Andrew: bitch I will sue you

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Andrew: *high on medication drugs* a purp- a squa- (while pointing at a black dot)

Aaron: *laughing in tears* a purple square?!?

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Andrew: you have a knife kink

Neil: no?? I?? Don't??

Andrew: yes you do, you literally told me you ratatouille fuck!

Neil: yeah well that was sarcasm

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Any one of the foxes: Kevin can you give me a brief info about this date in history?

Kevin: you do remember the last time you asked me this?

Foxes: yeah I got a whole list :)

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Matt: my dad full on punched me when I was three

Dan: what!?

~

Allison: I love milfs/dilfs especially when it's from anime

Nicky: wait Kevin! How olds coach?

Kevin: n o

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Andrew: I will literally drown you bitch I hate you so much

Renee: um thanks?

Also andrew helps dyes Renee hair and he said this before they start

Andrew: *has to wash Renee's hair now*

Renee: *thinks andrew's going to drown her* AHHHHHH

Allison: *holds renee* he's not going to actually murder you?!!

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Random girl in the other exy team: um heyyy

Neil: she's so annoying help!

Dan: I know just ignore her

Allison: if she tries to get the ball out of my racquet one more time I won't hesitate to beat her bitch ass up

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Betsy: will you ever do drugs??

Aaron and Andrew: ...

Betsy: answer me!

~

Nicky: I love Jeremy so much

Jean and Kevin: get in line

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #tfc #kevin day #neil josten #aaron minyard #jeremy knox #jean moreau #renison #renee walker #allison reynolds #jerejean #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #dan wilds

[allforthecourtt]

The foxes as a list of shit i pulled in high school

Dan Wilds: Told someone to get their fucking act together back stage when my mic was on and it rang out over a sea of toddlers who were just there to see the wizard of oz (sorry guys)

Andrew Minyard: had an illegal copy made of the keys to the drama room and used them to break in whenever i felt like for all of senior year

Matt Boyd: used said keys to break in the night before the last day of school and filled the drama room with over 700 balloons (all blown up by 3 people and w/o pumps we’re pretty sure we passed out from lack of oxygen at some point)

Kevin Day: one time my friend brought vodka in a water bottle and you better believe i did shots and then went to history class

Neil Josten: Fell off the set of the musical i was in, badly sprained my ankle, told everyone i was fine and went on to finish the show in high heels (i was, in fact, not fine)

Nicky Hemmick: Went to the first GSA meeting of the year, told everyone i was gay and did not return for any subsequent meetings

Aaron Minyard: once kicked someone in the shins because they wouldn’t stop making fun of me for being short (they went on for like an hour in my defence)

Renee Walker: Someone told me i was intimidating and i said “good” and then “but why i’m literally the nicest person ever”

Allison Reynolds: someone bet me i wouldn’t tell my theatre teacher to shut the fuck up and guess who was $20 richer? that’s right i was

Seth Gordon: my friend convinced one of my classes that i was dead when i was out for three weeks after an appendectomy and when i came back a girl screamed

Wymack: once drove my car to school, turned into the parking lot, drove around the outside of the parking lot and went home because i was not fucking feeling it

#aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court #here have another shitty joke post everyone #it's what im here for #1k