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Waiting for your Kevin day x reader fanfics 👁️

just for u anon i might finish the ex-raven reader fic today……..once i get out of rehearsal <3

#— ash’s yelling! #aftg #reader insert #kevin day #kevin day x reader

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history prof kevin day……oughhh history prof kevin day im so weak for you.

#— ash’s yelling! #aftg #kevin day #kevin day x reader #professor!kevin #like. okay so im not femme at ALLLL but #i would show up to professor day’s history classes in a little sweater and a skirt and sit front row and take such pretty notes #and maybe just maybe #show up to his office hours and ask for a little extra help with whatever topic we’re covering #cross my legs and nod and smile when he explains it #and if it ends with my skirt pushed up around my waist and kevin fucking me on his desk then oh well!!

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tfw you were my childhood best friend and the only person who I could talk to who understood because we were each others only witnesses, and I taught you French because you asked for it to be our secret and you brought me magnets and wrote post cards from cities when you left because I wasn’t allowed to leave, and I’m only still alive because you made me promise not to leave you, and I loved you but you couldn’t look away from the game long enough to let yourself love me back, and when they hurt you enough that you couldn’t play anymore I distracted them, because you asked me to, but in order to leave you had to slit my throat and I thought you were so beautiful and I still do only now I can’t talk to you anymore ,

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babe are u alive and well???

yes i am! i may have dislocated an ankle and been high as shit (and still had to do homework LMAO) but i am alive and well and hopefully ill get back to writing soon 😭

#— ash’s yelling! #— ash’s answering! #cw injury

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☆:"Jean Moreau came back to himself in pieces, dragging himself together as he had a thousand mornings before..."

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talking to people u like is so great . im wearing a big sweater and im talking to this guy who i have a crush on and i told him about it and he wants to get to know me better and he’s poly so his gf wants to meet me. i have a bowl of noodles and life is good and i am hopeful

#— ash’s yelling!

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What would happend if Raven reader never left the nest?👁️ Love ur writing

THIS SPARKED SOMETHING IN ME OH MG GOD

MDNI; implied sex, hand wavey consent, abuse, raven-typical cult behavior and stockholm syndrome, riko is his own warning, injury/violence

listening to: sea, swallow me by cocteau twins

you can’t leave the nest, for a multitude of reasons. some of the other ravens still see their families; they go home for a weekend or for spring break every once in a while. they cite living close to the university, their parents being concerned or overprotective.

your family lives thousands of miles away and they hate you, so you stay at the nest. winter break, spring, summer. you know how edgar allan university looks baked in heat, drenched in rain, blanketed in snow.

riko moriyama and kevin day become your lifeline. he never leaves either. you spend more time together with them than you do with any of the other ravens, running perfect laps on castle evermore’s perfect court until all three of you are out of breath. you suck sparkling air into your lungs and laugh on the way back to your dorm, riko’s arms around your and kevin’s shoulders. perfect, perfect, perfect.

riko becomes captain and that perfection turns icelike and cold. he pushes everyone to their limits, especially himself. you and kevin push back. most of the other ravens are too scared to, but the three of you are perfect perfect perfect, the three of you are brilliant and nothing can stop you.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters kevin’s hand and you spend hours picking up the pieces.

nothing can stop you until riko shatters at the same time as your arm, when he does the same thing to you.

you spend weeks in recovery. riko sits at your bedside, murmuring apologies. murmuring we had to make it look believable, murmuring im so sorry.

your arm heals. clean break. clean hole where kevin used to be. clean, perfect number one, riko moriyama.

you still love him, which you’re not sure is a fact or a weapon. he is too tangled in you to separate what you are from what he is, and who hasn’t been cruel, in the nest? who hasn’t broken someone else to get ahead?

you have. riko has. this makes you a perfect match.

neil josten, newly rechristened nathaniel wesninski and number four, leaves as soon as he appears. some part of you resents him for it but a bigger part is, selfishly, grateful for riko’s attention to be back on you. you want your place by his side back—you want your life back.

you can’t leave the nest even when riko beats jean within an inch of his life. you can’t leave when that girl from the foxes appears and whisks him away, when riko breaks a window and punches a hole in the wall and screams about how his perfect court is falling apart.

everything is falling apart, you want to tell him. everything is falling apart and we can’t do a damn thing about it.

(instead you kiss his knuckles and help clean the glass off of the floor. instead you murmur distractions: how good his form was today, how pretty he looks with blood in his teeth, how you want him to shove you up against the court wall and take whatever he wants. you’d give it to him anyways. you’ve given it before, given everything else.)

(you fall asleep that night feeling hollow. riko’s arms around you and his head on your chest are no comfort. you want to hate yourself in a new, sick way, something that sways in your stomach and makes you want to puke or slash your wrists open like one of the freshman backliners did last week.)

(you want to hate yourself, but you can’t.)

and you can’t leave, either.

#— ash’s writing! #aftg #all for the game #riko moriyama #riko moriyama x reader #kevin day #kevin day x reader #jean moreau #neil josten #reader insert #raven!reader #ok warning tags #cw abuse #(raven typical abuse) #consent issues #graphic depictions of injury #graphic violence #stockholm #cult behavior #edgar allan university #edgar allan ravens #the ravens are kind of their own warning tbh they’re so fucked up (i love them)

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it's insane how unwell for each other they are, which in turn makes me insane about raven!reader leaving the nest not too long after neil does. I can't imagine riko reacting well (reader leaving AND going straight to kevin/signing with the foxes? brutal)

ohhhh anon you’re opening my brain like an orange

riko tears his room apart when he realizes you’re gone.

he rips pictures off of the walls, pushes his bedframe over with a crash and the splintering squeal of metal scraping against hardwood. he screams until his throat is raw and sits down in the wreckage.

he feels empty.

two weeks later he sees your name in the news and has to blink to make sure he’s not going crazy. somehow he’d convinced himself you were dead—you’d run away, disappeared. but this news station introduces you as the newest player for the foxes, and riko wants to claw his own ears off when he hears it. he wants to die.

you should be here, in the nest, with him. but you’re not.

#— ash’s answering! #aftg #riko moriyama x reader #riko moriyama #raven!reader

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im in love with your raven!reader and the situationship, it's crazy good and fucked up to the core. i have to ask if the reader gets the perfect court/number tattoo at some point, or if that's not something riko wants them to get?

oh they absolutely do. and riko absolutely does it himself too. he sits you down and straddles you and inks your face, holding you in place with one hand, and the burn of the needle flickering in and out of your skin is nothing on the burn of air being robbed from you afterwards, when riko kisses you hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

anyways im insane about him so PLEASE send more reqs i will go feral

#— ash’s yelling! #— ash’s answering! #riko moriyama #riko moriyama x reader #raven!reader

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never tear us apart by inxs is the perfect song for when riko breaks kevin's hand. if a movie or tv show is ever made i need a flashback to the winter banquet with never tear us apart in the background because LOOK AT THIS FUCKING LOOK AT IT!!!!!

CAUSE WE ALL HAVE WINGS????? BUT SOME OF US DON'T KNOW WHY????? TWO WORLDS COLLIDED????? AND THEY COULD NEVER TEAR US APART?????????

#— ash’s yelling! #aftg #riko moriyama #kevin day #truly heartbreaking #or should i say handbreaking #inxs #never tear us apart #Spotify

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content warning: graphic violence, drug and alcohol use, slight dubcon if you squint, death, a lot of death actually, vomiting, eating disorders, riko-typical abuse, riko is his own warning, the ravens kind of all love and fuck each other because who else will, self-harm mentions, explicit sex, thoughts of suicide, the riko/reader/kevin situationship is so intense (here's the playlist, btw) , graphic descriptions of injury/surgery, ravens-typical cult/grooming behavior

thinking about the ravens again. this team of athletes bred to be the best of the best, the bloodiest of the bloodiest. the fierce competition for the top spots (and by extension proximity to riko). i know parties in the nest go fucking CRAZY, like i know there’s someone on the team who always has drugs or alcohol and sometimes this well oiled machine of a team likes to lose its shit.

imagining being a walk-on, freshman year. you’d committed to edgar allan university for their pre-medical program, been offered the best scholarship offer of your life, and in your first biology class this boy with sharp cheekbones and a sharper tongue sits down next to you. he asks you for a pencil, which you give him, and he introduces himself as riko moriyama. over the next few weeks, riko convinces you to come to tryouts for the school’s exy team, and because you’re a little starstruck at the thought that riko fucking moriyama wants you anywhere, you agree.

you hadn’t played exy since your sophomore year of high school, but you’re strong. you can run fast. you’re not afraid to fight dirty. the ravens sign you only minutes after you bruise your knuckles punching the mouth guard out of another freshman’s teeth. you hadn’t even gotten settled into your dorm, so moving out and moving into the nest was no big deal.

riko wants every raven to know every other raven, wants to have a network of sleeper cells through the whole school. your team has players from every major, every background. rich kids, poor kids, every ethnicity you could think of. the ravens are all-encompassing. they’re family. they’re everything. you get paired with someone, a sophomore with an easy smile and skin just a shade darker than yours, and you feel amazing for the first time since leaving your hometown.

the first party happens after you win a match against a school from new york city. it’s in the basement of the nest, this long, catacomb-like chamber that the ravens have turned into their own personal den of sin. you barely register a drink being shoved into your hand before your pair partner is dragging you through a sea of people in black and red to a small table in a back corner. he gestures to the powder cut into neat lines on a silver tray, squeezing your hand, and murmurs, “go on.”

the coke burns your nose like you’d inhaled water, but sharper. worse. from across the table, riko grins at you. his hair hangs messily around his face, loose and curly, and you want to lean into his sparkling space and kiss him, but his partner is right there, their arms linked together and his head resting on riko’s shoulder, and the hivemind has been doing its job—everyone knows that riko and kevin are a thing, are exclusive. you don’t stand a chance, especially not as a freshie walk-on.

your partner claps you on the shoulder and whoops. the music is loud enough to drown out what he says, but something shifts in the air. you’re one of them now. one of us. you drink until your vision goes fuzzy and the pounding of your head matches the bass of the music.

you wake up for practice feeling like shit. it shows.

you’re sloppy, aching and hungover, hungry and tired. it’s unacceptable. really, you deserve it when riko slaps you across the face in the middle of the court and sends you back to your dorm. you deserve it when you open the door and see him standing there, see the knife in his hand. you deserve whatever he carves into your back, even though it feels like he’s peeling your skin off. maybe he is. you’d let him do it anyway, would beg for his fingertips to unsheathe you from the body you spent so long trying to hate and hurt and perfect into something unattainable.

you throw up for the first time in months that night. it becomes a habit. eating in the nest is something that one has to dance around carefully. the running joke is that there are two types of ravens: the anorexics, and the bulimics. starve or puke. the result is the same: lean, hollow things that break when you throw them at each other. riko invites you to smoke with him and kevin and jean, the french boy with silver bands around his neat rows of locs, and you pass a pack of american spirit cigarettes between the four of you until you’re dizzy and nic-sick.

you think kevin doesn’t like you that much.

you think it until he drags you into the showers one day after practice and kisses you, mean, like he’s got something to prove and you’re the only person he cares about proving it to. you should have known something wasn’t right, because the press of riko’s body behind you makes you jump out of your skin. he’s got one hand on your neck, turning you to kiss him while kevin mouths at your jaw and collarbones, and one hand under the sleeve of your jersey, tracing over the uniform lines that cover your arm.

he asks you what you use. “box cutter,” you say breathlessly. “i take apart razors or pencil sharpeners when it’s not sharp enough.” you’re not sure why you tell him so easily, or why kevin drops to his knees and licks a stripe up your forearm, his tongue rolling over both your scars and riko’s fingers.

the second party happens a day later. it’s not technically a raven party—it’s a sigma pi frat party, but every sigma pi brother is also a raven, so it’s basically the same thing. you get tipsy, hit a few people’s weed.

you can’t remember when the last time you saw your pair partner was. god, you must be drunk. he was in your room….not today, not yesterday. maybe a few days ago. a week. before practice.

you realize that he didn’t come back with you in the same moment that you realize you’re going to puke.

in the bathroom, you lay on the cold tile and think about what else you’d forgotten, or just been told not to notice. you knew you weren’t the only member of the team to get beaten after a bad play. you remember rubbing ice over jean’s bruises, watching victoria swallow a small white pill dry after meeting riko for a debrief.

you wonder how many layers of makeup are hiding bruises in this house. you think you’d kill yourself if you had to count. you think you might kill yourself anyway.

(no, you won’t. you have no reason to. you’re untouchable. you have good grades. you have family. you have the ravens. you wouldn’t throw that away by cutting too deep or emptying your drug stash into your mouth.)

someone decides to play spin the bottle and kevin’s hand closes around your wrist, drags you into the circle with him and riko and jean, and a junior whose name is something with an m, manuel or martin or mickey. a few other people take spots—victoria, a freshman like you, but she was recruited from a private school in connecticut—alexei, a sophomore backliner whose english was about as good as his passes—a pair of seniors who give you an up-and-down glance as they sit.

you can feel their eyes resting on kevin’s hand clasped around your arm, jean’s shoulder brushing yours. they could burn a hole through you and into the ground with how hard they stare when riko taps your thigh, signaling you to spin the empty wine bottle first.

it lands on jean and the two of you swap spit for around five seconds before he pulls away. you smile at him. he doesn’t return it. something dark and sick curls up in your chest. you think you might puke again, or at least cough up whatever rot has taken root inside of you.

jean spins, kisses victoria, and retreats to find another drink. victoria makes out with alexei for what seems like a frankly embarrassing amount of time. alexei spins, tripping over his words as he does so, and ends up drooling into manuel’s mouth.

manuel’s spin lands on kevin, who accepts a kiss on the cheek before nudging the bottle with his foot so that it points at riko.

watching the two of them feels like watching a pair of animals try to eat each other alive. kevin swings one leg over riko’s lap and riko very unsubtly rolls his hips, leaning in to kiss kevin fast and sharp and hungry.

you’re so hungry. the alcohol swaying like liquid nitrogen in your stomach has done nothing to make you feel full, make you feel satisfied. you just feel empty and sick.

it gets worse when kevin snakes one hand up to yank riko’s hair, moving from kissing his mouth to sucking bruises into his exposed neck. riko tips his head back and laughs. as kevin matches riko’s rhythm, riko reaches around and spins the bottle, one decisive movement

the neck of it points to you. you feel your face heat up. riko inclines his head towards you in silent invitation.

this is a test, you think through the buzz of weed and alcohol.

you take a deep breath and turn to your left, and riko’s lips against yours feel like lightning. you can feel kevin still mouthing at riko’s neck next to you, the movement of his hips stuttering as riko thumbs over your cheek and lets his tongue slide against yours. “cmere,” he murmurs. “stop holding back.”

you’re not sure what makes you bold enough to catch his lip between your teeth and bite, but the little gasp that comes from riko is indication that you’ve done something right. you kiss him deeper, messier, spit slicking both of your mouths before pulling away.

there’s blood dripping from riko’s lips and you’re satisfied in a sick, wobbling way. kevin separates his face from the crook of riko’s neck to stare at you.

silent invitation. silent test. everything the ravens do is unspoken. you’d think the entire team had some kind of telepathy.

you end up pressed between them. you’re dizzy—the world sways in time with riko’s hand on your thigh, kevin’s mouth between his legs. everything slows to a crystallizing point. riko laughs as he guides you and kevin together, watching the two of you kiss, watching the desperate movement of the two of you against each other.

riko laughs and it sounds like bells. riko laughs and everything is perfect. the bass of whatever song is playing is pounding in your ears, muffled by the door that you're not sure if anyone locked.

when you wake up the next morning, you feel dead. you wish you were when you roll over and see kevin and riko in bed next to you, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces.

you decide to go for a run before your morning practice, tugging on your shoes and jacket quietly so that neither of them wake up. your feet thud against the pavement as you turn around one corner of the school.

your legs burn. the hickeys on your thighs and chest burn with them, dull flickers of pain that remind you with every breath of riko’s mouth and kevin’s hands.

you’re early to practice that day. and the day after that. you climb the ranks, taking #10 and then #8 and finally, finally, settling on #6. you're second-string, which means you get to play almost every game because red cards are beautiful and impermanent and fold in half like the hinge of a door opening. you are real. you are exactly where you are meant to be.

winter break comes and the ravens are taking a team trip to the southern exy banquet. raise morale, get closer. all that. you lie to your parents and say you’re road tripping with your friends, which isn’t technically false, but it’s not true either. you fall asleep on the bus, your head resting on kevin’s shoulder.

it’s the safest you feel for a long time.

"team trip" turns out to be a rather misleading way to say "working our athletes until they pass out or die." you scream the first time someone collapses during sprints. you cover your mouth with your hand when a forty-pound weight caves in someone's chest and you can see the splinters of their ribs. as a pre-medical student, you end up treating those who survive.

by the time kevin comes to you, shaking and mute with his hand cradled close to his chest, you don't flinch. you memorize the position of the bones: carpals, metacarpals, phalanges. you memorize the look on kevin's face when you walk him to the hotel room of another team's coach after rearranging the bones and tendons of his hand to make the damage look half unintentional.

you memorize the lie riko tells you to tell everyone else. skiing accident. too fast. accident. accident. not on purpose. accident, meaning no one's fault, meaning avoidable, meaning, meaning, meaning.

(when kevin is gone and the rest of the team is on the bus back to west virginia, riko tells you the truth. he tells you between kisses that he didn't ask for but you give anyways. he tells you if you breathe a word i'll fucking kill you in low, guttural japanese, the language you'd been learning to talk only to him and kevin.

you nod, and quietly tell him nani mo iimasen. you won't say a thing.)

#— ash’s yelling! #— ash’s writing! #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #riko moriyama #reader insert #edgar allan ravens #edgar allan university #raven!reader #okay and now into the warning tags because this one is a doozy yall #graphic violence #injury #cw sh #cw sui ideation #cw ed #cw cults #cw death #cw drugs #cw alcohol #nsft #not safe fw #rated r for riko

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one of the rare things I genuinely do not like about the foxes is the way they all treat kevin.

like, I would genuinely get aggravated while reading some scenes where they down played or just called kevin an asshole and would have to take a small breather.

just the way kevins problems are just pushed to the side and is just given his alcohol to keep him quiet and calm him down breaks me in a way i can't even describe.

idk, I might be crazy but kevin deserves better.

not saying that the foxes suck or anything.

I just really hate the way everyone treats kevin day.

#rb #aftg #kevin day deserves better #also it’s so sadly accurate that his alcoholism was brushed off #the joke about not being an alcoholic until you graduate #kevin drinks his problems away but it doesn’t affect him on the court so hes fine #right?? #tbh i want more insight into kevin and how addiction impacts him #i want to see him trying to study drunk #i want to see him lying on the floor in his own vomit after a bad night #i want to see flashbacks to parties with the ravens where he wakes up for practice hungover #……..i want to see him od. and i want to see the foxes reaction #this fearless leader finally being brought low and vulnerable #i want them to finally see him not as a figurehead but as a person #tldr kevin deserves better and im handing him a two weeks sober chip

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>want to work on my novel

>finally have motivation and time to write

>writer's block

#— ash’s yelling! #literally im in hell rn

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plot points for my reader (self??? oc??) insert aftg character, because im crazy and i need somewhere to put these

they came to the nest as a freshman, played exy in high school but weren’t really motivated to play professionally until riko did his recruiting job exceptionally well and convinced them to come to tryouts

during a speed/dodging drill, they broke another raven’s ankle. this other raven, another pre-med student, decided to rebreak and set the bone so it would heal faster. she failed, and instead broke it so badly that the foot had to be amputated. reader blames themself for this.

if reader is transmasc/nonbinary, riko does their top surgery during their time in the nest. he does not use anesthesia. but at least he's an ally!

raven parties go fucking wild. someone always has drugs, aux is banging, strobe lights everywhere. a MINIMUM of four separate hookups per party. the cops have been called on them exactly once. It was because someone drunkenly jumped off the stands in castle evermore and nearly died

their pair partner got beaten to death about a month into the fall term. reader was too out of it from the combo of brutal practices + starving + drugs + beatings to notice until like a week later, which should have been a pretty big red flag but for some reason it Wasn't

riko/reader/kevin situationship so intense it has a playlist

eau ravens how does it feel to have not one kevin), not two (reader), but three (riko) of your greatest players flip you off and go play for the foxes. because that's exactly what's going to happen

four actually if you count neil. hmm

the ravens are a little more actually cult-y than they are in the books (insert torture/brainwashing scene for new ravens here) (smiles) (puts on bach's variation aria 1)

reader leaves the nest approx. 10 days post-neil leaving bc tetsuji decided to starve them and jean as punishment, for funsies. when they get to palmetto state they may or may not have eaten a single meal in the past ten days.

followup: they get signed to the foxes after someone (kevin?) offers them food and they recount the whole breaking-foot-girl-dying thing. "so...would you consider signing me?" "eat that and i will." "...you're serious?" "yes. eat that and i'll have a contract on the table by the time we get back to the court."

#— ash’s yelling! #— ash’s writing! #aftg #all for the game #reader insert #riko moriyama #kevin day #gender neutral reader #raven!reader #ex-raven!reader

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OH YM FUCKING GOD ?:):?:!

Kevin day said it is easier to be straight because this is what him and Riko kept telling each other

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kevin “it’s easier to be straight” day when someone brings up the homoerotic situationship culminating in heartbreaking betrayal between him and riko

Kevin day said it is easier to be straight because this is what him and Riko kept telling each other

#aftg #all for the game #kevin day #riko moriyama #kevriko

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Riko Moriyama had open casket funeral with exy helmet on

#rb #riko moriyama #oh he absolutely did #it was partially to hide to gunshot damage