#all for the game headcannons

[thedeathwitchescats]

So we all want to believe that andrew was spitting shakespear esque quotes that he came up with but what if this man was just quoting cringey 2000s emo songs?? Like what if "the spine of the righteous" was a quote from a mcr type band that andrew really liked?? In fact, it was the chorus to his favorite song on the album. "I hate every inch of you, doesnt mean I wouldnt blow you" is on a dis track this band wrote about some random asshole in their life.

#im just saying i think it would be funny #aftg #neil and andrew #andrew and neil #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game headcannons #all for the game #all for the gay #🪓

[gordonlore]

Bryan Seth Gordon Sr.

Bryan Seth Gordon was born in Birmingham, Alabama late into the cool summer night on April 21st, 1949, to a young sixteen-year-old girl whom he never knew besides the letter she had left him for when he turned sixteen; the age at which she gave him up. Bryan had dusty/dirty blond hair that only grew darker into a lighter brown. He also had blue eyes that would take many foster parents by storm and yet Bryan never grew up in a stable home. He was award of the state till he aged out at 18 (April 21st, 1967). He was in and out of homes, never staying anywhere long enough to form a real bond—or to hold a job. That led Bryan to enlisted himself into the military enrolling himself into boot camp. Where he spent the next eight weeks training and forming bonds between the other recruits around him. One of them, Jeremiah Ryan Holms, becoming his closest friend. The only one he opened to about his past when Jeremiah opened to him about his. When they got deployed to Vietnam Bryan and Jeremiah only grew closer and Bryan started to feel hope for his own future as the optimistic Jeremiah started to place Bryan in his future. Long talks about Jeremiah and Bryan getting a white picket fence homes next to each other, raising their families together like family. Bryan held onto that idea—that dream. That dream was destroyed quickly when the final assignment Jeremiah and Bryan were given ended horribly.

It was only eight years (May 30th, 1975) after Bryan and Jeremiah had graduated boot camp, and as the assignment started, everything went to plan, nothing out of the ordinary. Then their squad was attacked. Bryan can’t tell you what went wrong—it wasn’t anything on his squad’s actions. It was just horribly bad luck. One moment he was giving commands and the next they were ambushed, and Bryan couldn’t hear, and his vision was split in two. His heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn’t feel his leg—one of them. It was hard to tell which. It was a messy and terrifying situation. Where were his men? Where was Jeremiah? What was happening? The next thing he did know he had found his men—not a single survivor other than himself, and if he looked down, he saw the blood and the massive wound that showed bone in his left leg. He hobbled around and soon found Jeremiah. Not dead, but soon to be dead, laying not that far away and staring at the sky. What happened? Bryan saw the wounds. The one at his next and the one at his abdomen. Bryan went to stop the bleeding soon after he called in a rescue—but Jeremiah stopped his hands looking at the sky. He couldn’t speak, and his grip on Bryan’s hand was week and Bryan could completely ignore it and place pressure to try and save Jeremiah—but Bryan stopped, and then moved to hold Jeremiah’s hand till he died not soon after. Everything was a bloody and gory mess. The rescue team came and gathered him and the bodies of his men, and Jeremiah. Bryan was taken to the medic and patched up the best that they could and was eventually discharged and sent back “home” to America.

When Bryan came “home”, he had the duty of personally informing the families of the men he lost, and he volunteered himself in informing Jeremiah’s family. He needed to tell them personally. Let them know what kind of impact Jeremiah made on his family. So, when Bryan came home he immediately let Mr. and Mrs. Holms know of their son’s unfortunate end, Bryan was surprised when Jeremiah’s mother immediately brought him into a hug and practically dragged him inside. Mrs. Holms made Bryan sit down and relax, and asked Bryan if he was doing okay, if there was anything she and her family could do for Jeremiah’s best friend. Yet Bryan was so awkward he just left politely and accepted the home number Mrs. Holms gave him. Bryan ended up making his way back to Birmingham, Alabama and started to job hunt, looking for a place to live. He eventually laded a job at a local hardware store and had a one-bedroom apartment that he slowly filled with furniture. It wasn’t the life he imagined with Jeremiah, but it was what he was able to accomplish on his own. He didn’t have any desire to change how his life was going at the age of 26. Yet when he went out to drink, a habit he made that he wouldn’t shake in his lifetime, he met a 20-year-old small town USA woman with dark hair and amber eyes that nearly made him swoon out of his chair. That woman was Rebecca Victoria Roberts. Bryan would soon learn that Rebecca grew up in Mobile, Alabama her entire life and moved to Birmingham to pursue her education career. Bryan couldn’t help but offer a drink or two. A decision that would lead to major changes his life.

August 19th, 1977, Bryan and Rebecca eloped to the disapproval of Rebecca’s family, who wanted her to have a traditional wedding in their family church. Bryan and Rebecca did have a celebration of their marriage in their small three-bedroom townhouse in the southside of Birmingham. Bryan and Rebecca truthfully didn’t want to get married when they did—but the growing baby bump that was getting harder to hide; hell, they were expecting twins and Rebecca’s family made it very clear they wouldn’t help unless they married each other. So, they eloped knowing that Rebeca was not going to be able to hide her bump in any wedding dress. She was already five months along and with twins. There was only so much that could hide her bump. Their reception went well—though Rebecca’s church pastor father wouldn’t let them forget that their pregnancy was still out of wedlock—Bryan had to clench his teeth till they all went to their own hotel rooms. January 8th, 1978 came and Rebecca gave birth to twin boys. Jeremy David and Markus Ryan Gordon. Both were named after Jeremiah, something that Rebecca let Bryan do, knowing how much his one and only friend meant to them. Bryan started to soften up as he was the major caretaker of the twins for the first couple months after Rebecca had to recover from an emergency c-section. Bryan also had to reassure her worth as she wasn’t producing enough milk for both their sons, and they resorted to formula—which Rebecca’s folks couldn’t go a moment without saying how they disapprove.

Bryan wanted to go back to when he was 16 and knocking people’s heads around; but he wasn’t 16, he was 28 and working two jobs to help pay for the things babies need and the things they needed. When Jeremy and Markus became a year-old Rebecca and Bryan both agreed that they both needed to work to make this work; but they didn’t have anyone around to watch Jeremy and Markus . . . until Bryan remembered Mrs. and Mr. Holms. They were the reason Bryan had his job at the hardware store and the hardware store got him his second job as a mechanic. He reached out to them for childcare. Mrs. Holms was more than happy to watch the sweet babies while he and Rebecca worked—hell Mrs. Holms even worked at making sure Bryan and Rebecca had time to themselves. Then on March 2nd, 1980, Robert Michael Gordon was born. Named after Rebecca’s father and grandfather in an attempt to smooth things with her family. Things got tighter and tensions started to heat up between Bryan and Rebecca. With twin toddlers running around the house and a newborn in the picture things went from organized chaos to utter chaos in a manner of months. Bryan’s patients started to wear thin, but luckily for him a spot at the high school Rebecca worked at opened up for coach of the High School’s new Exy team. And all they wanted was someone to read the play book and warm the seat for a more qualified individual to take the seat. Unfortunately for the high school that person wouldn’t come for another 10 years. Bryan got a raise taking the position and to the students and the staff he and Rebecca looked like the perfect couple as they brought their three kids into the daycare together and went on about their days; sharing lunch in the staff room and leaving to drop their boys with Mrs. Holms before they got to their second jobs. Even though tensions started to heat between Bryan and Rebecca, Bryan still saw her as the women he married and the mother to his sons, and he loved her. Everything was still looking up for the family. And when April 21st, 1982, Bryan’s 33rd birthday was spent in a hospital with his three boys, four- and two-years old waiting for his fourth son to be born. It was only fitting that he be named after Bryan as the boy was born on the same date as him on 33 years apart. Bryan held Bryan jr. for the first time while Rebecca looked at them both with a smile. Bryan had grown frustrated and angry with Rebecca during her pregnancy—no, once she informed him of her pregnancy. Bryan’s anger simmered down as he started to recall his two oldest would going into kindergarten the following year. Bryan grew softer once again, but that didn’t stop him from having a drink or four before going to bed every night before coming home from work. Bryan on his days off usually involve him sitting in the living room watching the older boys play together while Rebecca takes care Bryan jr. He’s happier than he’s ever been, and he gets an image in his mind of the life Jeremiah had planned for them both and he can’t help but feel damn well close to it. That happiness didn’t last for long.

Rebecca ended up experiencing a major lost in her family. Both her mother, father, and younger brother died in a plane crash; just two months before their fifth son, Emmett Tyler Gordon, who was named for her younger brother, was born. October 23rd, 1984. Rebecca was in a deep depressive state. This frustrated Bryan more then he would admit. Not because he was concerned for her, because the school board threatened to fire Rebecca unless she started to put the same energy back into her students. They couldn’t support their family of six on a single income high school Exy coach salary. Weeks and weeks went by, and Bryan grew angrier and angrier as he watched his wife continue to go through the motions each day. Then it happened. One night, after Bryan was pulled into his boss’s office to discuss Rebecca once more, he watched Rebecca cry at the end of their bed. He was done waiting. Rebecca still had her older brothers and younger sister in her life. Bryan had no one after he lost Jeremiah and he still reported for duty with the same energy after Jeremiah was no longer on Earth. Bryan confronted Rebecca about it. They fought, and it was a loud, almost violent argument. Yet it was the most emotion Rebecca showed other than a numb blank stare in a month. It ended with Bryan stopping himself from hitting Rebecca and storming off to a bar to drink until he forgot what he was angry about. This cycle went on for weeks, and then it ended with Rebecca getting into Bryan’s face and that ended with Bryan backhanding Rebecca across the face before storming out to drink. Rebecca stopped just going through the motions and the next morning Rebecca awoke before everyone and prepared breakfast in seemingly happy manner. Bryan’s boss stopped inquiring about Rebecca and Rebecca didn’t lose her job. Things were not the same as before, but Bryan and Rebecca’s arguments stopped for the time being. It didn’t take long be Bryan and Rebecca got drunk together and found themselves in a very familiar situation.

December 1986 was the first Christmas that wasn’t spent with yelling and anger from Bryan Sr. Instead, it was happy. Bryan spent time outside playing with Jeremy, Markus, Robert, and trying to include Bryan jr. as much as he could in their games. Bryan also took charge and helped Rebecca look after Emmett as she worked on the cooking as they also hosted Rebecca’s older brother, Forest Cole, and sister in-law, Janice Madeline Gordon. Yet Janice seemed to have nothing but criticisms to say about Bryan, Rebecca, the house, and how the boys acted. Bryan put on a front to try to stay positive for his wife, but when the 20th came around, and Janice went on one of her long tirades—Bryan snapped, which thankfully was cut short as Rebecca’s water broke and started to go into labor. Bryan pushed his anger to the side and gathered everyone taking Rebecca to the hospital and on the 20th of December, Forest Victor Gordon was born. Rebecca named him for his older brother and mother; giving him the same middle name she had, just in the masculine variant. Bryan staved his anger for one of his sons being named after her older brother. Yet it was a happy time for the family. Forest marked number eight in Bryan’s family and in a weird attitude change, he forgot about the money it would take to raise them. The only thing Bryan could have thought would make this Christmas scene better, would for it to of snowed the night they brought Forest home from the hospital. A white Christmas would have made it all the better.

Happiness never lasted long with Bryan as his boss started to get onto him about actually winning more games than losing them. Putting pressure on him and Rebecca. Thankfully almost all his boys were in school. It was most of his kids that were in the high school’s daycare. Bryan was starting to come home more agitated then ever and was snapping on his other boys and yelling at Rebecca. He was drinking more often and was secluding himself as much as he could from his family. Looking at the bills that had started to pile once again. The entire house was tense, and he felt the anger rise inside him. So, when Rebecca came to him with the news of a seventh child on the way, Bryan blew up at her. In his anger at the knowledge of their family of eight becoming a family of nine he grabbed a plate from the counter he was standing at and threw it at the wall next to Rebecca’s head. This irrational anger towards Rebecca didn’t quit or subside after that. It was a constant. Jeremy and Markus got the brunt of the anger while Rebecca was pregnant. They were ten years old and old enough to know you do shit right or not at all. Bryan also became a rather harsh Exy coach—he still treated those players better than his boys and wife.

July 21st,1988, early in the morning Jackson Cole Gordon was born. Bryan didn’t even look at him before he walked out of the room before telling Rebecca, “Name it whatever you want I couldn’t give a rats ass what this thing is called.” When Rebecca and Jackson came home Bryan didn’t pay any attention to Jackson. He stayed out all night drinking and would come home angry and just wanting to sleep. His patience with his was wearing thin every day. He couldn’t stand being in the house anymore and that “damn fucking baby” was getting on his last nerve. November 9th, 1989 came by and in one of the rare moments that Bryan was sober, yet a cigarette still in his mouth he placed divorce papers in front of Rebecca as she was still taking care of Jackson. Bryan was done. He didn’t give Rebecca any chance to discuss this. It was either they divorced and when about this peacefully for Bryan was going to leave that second and she wasn’t going to see a cent. Rebecca complied and on April 30th, 1990, Bryan and Rebecca finalized the divorce and Bryan left the next morning not giving any communication besides the court ordered child support check. He wasn’t part of his family’s life from that point on.

Rebecca Victoria (Roberts) Gordon Jeremy David Gordon Markus Ryan Gordon Robert Michael Gordon Bryan Seth Gordon Jr. Emmett Tyler Gordon Forest Victor Gordon Jackson Cole Gordon Matthew Brice Wilson Ophellia Eurydice Wilson-Gordon Dion Lysander Wilson-Gordon Orion Othello Wilson-Gordon

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #bryan seth gordon sr. #bryan seth gordon #seth gordon #the six brothers of seth gordon #the gordon family history #all for the game fanfic #all for the game headcannons #mostly cannon compliant #cross posted on ao3

[cowpants147]

can't get the mental image out of my head of Kevin, Neil and Andrew winning at the Olympics and the minute the final buzzer sounds Kevin runs over and bear hugs Neil and Andrew, one under each arm, and just fucking hoists them both up off the ground in sheer excitement

like I'm literally making myself emotional at the thought of Kevin Day achieving his life long dream. And I mean this is Kevin Day, insecurities aside, he probably knew deep down that this day would come. But the fact that he gets to do it with his two best friends by his side who he loves and respects and who love and respect him. Actually crying rn

#kevin day i would die for you #kevin day #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg headcannon #andrew minyard #neil josten #psu foxes #exy #tfc headcannon

[skinnylorax]

andrew definitely holds neil’s hand while he drives

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #neil x andrew #neil josten #andrew minyard #the kings men #the raven king #the foxhole court #soft andreil #hc #headcannons #head cannon

[little2nerdy]

we know abby has seen some really terrible injuries during her time with the foxes/aftermath of spending time with the ravens so she saw jean and was somewhat prepared, but i can imagine the nurses/doctors/trainers for the trojans being absolutely appalled, driven to drink levels of disturbed by seeing jean’s medical records/x-rays/scars. like i can just imagine the coaches and team staff getting together to compare notes on jean and realizing how far into the deep end they were thrown (they’re all cursing kevin day and wymack, and jeremy a little)

#aftg fandom #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #aftg spoilers #aftg trilogy #aftg series #aftg #all for the game #edgar allen ravens #david wymack #kevin day #jean moreau #jeremy knox #abby winfield #usc trojans #the trojans #the sunshine court headcannon #the sunshine court spoilers #the sunshine court hc #the sunshine court #tsc hc #tsc #tsc spoilers #the foxhole court #the foxes #nora sakavic #edgar allan ravens #palmetto state university #palmetto state foxes

[cobaltfluff]

one last night

#p5r #shuake #art tag #i finished this game last week #and it's had me in a chokehold ever since #i cannot think about anything else #all my waking moments are consumed by p5r thoughts #especially the bad end and BOY do i have some headcannons #i have like 3 dumbass memes and 2 long ass comics i want to do #but i aint got the time!! #im YELLING into the void guys please help me #also p5r cured my artblock #im rusty but i need to draw

[exy-shmexy]

Some domestic Andreil HCs because why not

Andrew likes to fold the laundry in the evening while he watches a crime show on the couch and Neil watches Exy matches on his tablet with his earphones on, legs lazily draped over Andrew’s lap.

It’s Neil who is mostly in charge of the groceries

Neil likes dark chocolate whereas Andrew decides to be a heathen until his last day and would die for white chocolate.

Neil cooks.

Andrew bakes.

Sir and King have their own Instagram account which is mostly managed by Andrew.

Sometimes they use the cats’ account to roast Kevin.

When they moved in their own house in the suburbs, Neil bought a scratch-off map which they use to keep a record of all the places in the world they’ve gone to on holidays together.

When Allison sends them little care packages with samples from her latest beauty collection, they sit down on the couch and put sheet masks on for half an hour.

Andrew takes a liking to plants and flowers. He has a little greenhouse in the backyard he spends a couple hours in whenever his mind starts taking him back to dark places.

Neil insists on getting his own patch where he plants various kinds of fruits and he also has his own fruit trees.

At the back of their backyard, Andrew installed two beehives.

Surprisingly, Neil finds out he likes honey.

Andrew taught Sir and King a few tricks.

Neil wears mismatched socks.

Neil hates washing the dishes.

Andrew hates vacuuming.

They have a bedroom exclusively reserved to Katelyn and Aaron’s twins when they come to visit and/or spend a few days with their uncles.

They also have a guest room which is always ready to receive anyone.

The house is mostly kept clean and tidy except for the obscene amount of cat toys scattered everywhere.

Neil goes to the marketplace every Sunday after his run. He always brings back a different pastry for Andrew to eat when he wakes up.

Neil drives an orange 1964 Mustang he took weeks fixing himself. Andrew claims it’s an heresy he loves it.

Renee introduces Andrew to jazz. He likes to put some on when he feels calm and needs background music while he cleans, reads or bakes.

Sometimes Neil joins him in the kitchen while he is waiting for his cakes to bake in the oven and they slowly dance to the rhythm of the music.

Andrew, Aaron and Nicky have a weekly call every Saturday.

The few times Neil falls asleep on the couch while they have a quiet evening watching movies, Andrew carries him upstairs to their bedroom. When it happens, he never wakes Neil up, somehow.

Andrew has a very extensive collection of collector’s editions of his favorite books.

Neil enjoys painting.

Andrew loves broccolis but absolutely despises cauliflowers.

When he wants a quick snack but isn’t in the mood for fruits, Neil munches on Goldfish crackers.

They have a whole drawer in their freezer dedicated exclusively to Andrew’s ice cream.

Sometimes they forget to close the blinds before they go to bed, which means Neil gets to wake up to Andrew's frame being haloed out by the sun.

Sir sleeps at their feet, but King loves to slither in between them. It isn't rare for her to fall asleep with her little head on one of their pillows.

#did I write this instead of folding my own laundry? Yes #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #aftg #all for the game #aftg headcannon

[rumoredtoexist]

head cannon that the gangsey and the foxes meet and andrew and ronan make eye contact and ronan just decks the SHIT out of andrew.

and all of the foxes are just,,,jaws wide open bcz andrew just got his shit ROCKED by a magic irish farmer

#i think renee and blue would be best friends tho #i think blue would be happy to finally have some estrogen in the group #neil and adam would also hate each other but also just because closed off they are from everyone #i think matt would LOVE gansey #i think gansey would be confused at first but warm up to it and then i think they’d become bffs #HENRY AND NICKY #THEYD BE BFFS #anyways these are my headcannons and they’re correct bcz i say they are #aftg #trc #blue sargent #gansey #gangsey #andrew minyard #neil josten #the raven cycle #all for the game #ronan lynch #adam perish

[millennium-queen]

No because I was so surprised at the amount of people who think Peeta would have pressured Katniss into having kids. Like did they not understand his character at all?? If anything the MOST he would have done is ask her over the years of she felt she was ready, and then backed off when she said no. It's more likely that Katniss could tell that he pined for children by watching him interact with the kids in the district, and others (possibly Haymitch) brought the topic up with her. But Peeta forcing her or guiltily her into it? Never!

HONESTLY!! HONESTLY!!

My personal headcannon is maybe a little controversial lmaoo but I actually think that Peeta wouldn’t be in a rush to have a baby post MJ anyway?

Just like how Katniss has her reservations about having kids because of the trauma that the games inflicted on every aspect of her life, (along with a very disjointed relationship with her own mother) Peeta has his own host of things to work through before I think he’d be ready enough to admit he wants to start a family.

Once he does tho I think he’d only bring it up the once, see she wasn’t on the same page, and then he’d leave it because hey!! he never even dreamed they’d get to where they are now!! Safe!! And in love!! He doesn’t need kids to be happy he just needs her!!

So in my head it’s Katniss who starts the first real conversation about having kids once she sees just how sweet and kind he is to the little ones coming into the bakery with their parents and even then I think he’d probably drive her insane just double and triple checking that she actually wants this?? And it’s real?? They can try for a baby??

This whole idea that he would pressure her is just Peeta slander!! plain and simple!! lmaoo

#anon #the hunger games #everlark #everlark headcannon #sorry I took so long to respond I was trying to figure out the best way to word my HC lmaoo #also not mentioned in the main post because I’m not articulate enough #but Peeta’s relationship with his family (from what we saw) was uhhh not the best #and he still has episodes and flashbacks #I don’t think he’d want kids until he felt like he’d healed enough from all that #- which is another reason why he wouldn’t force Katniss!! #because he knows she has to heal too!! #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #got super excited this morning to have an anon ask lmaoo

[mykelneedssleep]

I’m living for the amount of Aaron doesn’t know how to drive headcannons I’m seeing on my dash recently

#aaron minyard #they’re not he’s not allowed to drive Andrews car headcannons #I’m literally seeing Aaron has never been in the drivers seat of a car didn’t even get a drivers permit headcannons #have to say I absolutely love and support it #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court

[an-established-butt-dent]

“Solas?“

“Yes, Vhenan."

“What are you drawing?“

He still has his eyes on the piece of parchment in front of him, but slows down the repetetive movements of his hand tracing the shapes on paper, as if that might offer him more time to find his answer. "Oh, just some practice. It helps me sort my thoughts," he says with the casual air of somebody trying to evade a question.

“Can I see, then?“

He glances up briefly and notices she has stopped reading her book on the early history of Neromanian magic. She has one elbow propped up on the table and rests her chin on her hand. She is looking at him expectantly, her book clearly forgotten.

He pauses the scratchy movements of his pencil and says rather hesitantly.

"It's not finished."

She leans forward a bit more, trying to catch a glimpse at his paper. He subtly angles it away from her. She might have barely noticed, had she not noted his newfound secrecy regarding his recent drawings. She has become increasingly curious over the past few weeks, and his forced casual demeanor after her question only fills her with more anticipation.

It makes her think of the first time he showed her his artwork. …

The first time she had walked into the rotunda in Skyhold and found Solas high up on the scaffolding with a paint brush in his hands and a concentrated look on his face, she was surprised to learn of his motivation.

"History needs to be documented," he had said when she asked him what he was working on.

After climbing down the scaffolding and taking a step back to admire the process of his work, he continued, "Not by the words of diplomats, but through the eyes of those skilled in artistry. Words will be forgotten, but images? Those will hold significance across time."

She had been moved then. By the bold lines in the fresco and the fierce look in his eyes as he regarded her as he spoke. Like she was someone worthy of admiration. Like he truly saw her. It reminded her of his words before their first kiss.

'You change everything.' He had said.

She didn't really believe him then. She didn't want to be put on a pedestal, far removed from the world and the simple and nomadic lifestyle of her clan that she was accustomed to. She missed roaming mountains and hills, not fighting blighted Templars and navigating treacherous games of power with nobles. That life had seemed like such a long time ago, even though it had barely been a year.

But perhaps she didn't need to suffer though all of this alone. She had her friends. Dorian with his jokes. Varric with his stories. Cassandra with her quiet support and camaderie. Iron Bull helping her with her fighting stances and teaching her new drinking games with Cullen. Even Cole, though he was still figuring out what the word friend even meant. She would help him with that, she had decided then. Friends; they made the aching pull of homesickness more bearable.

But Solas.

Who was he to her? She could call him her friend the supposed. She had the feeling they were becoming closer and yet there was an undeniable distance. Always leaving space for interpretation and mystery while never backing away from any of her questions. So much knowledge he shared, and still she had the feeling she barely knew him at all. He had slowly and unknowingly developed a talent for surprising her with new insights and he did so later again that same evening.

The next hour passed quickly while they were still talking about art and the different depictions of elven lore. He had stared at her intently for a moment, considering her.

"I want to show you something." he had said.

She never passed up an opportunity to learn more so she had indulged him, following him to a plain-looking crate to the side of the room. He removed the protective wards with a wave of his hand. He then uncovered some, by the looks of it, handbound books. He observed them one by one carefully, with a nod of acceptance when he seemingly found what he was looking for and handed her one of the books.

As she opened the first few pages she discovered they were sketchbooks filled with rough outlines in preparation for the next installment of the mural.

Excitedly he pointed to notes in the margin and spoke of where he learned the techniques for collecting and grinding his own pigments. There was a red ocre in the Western Approach that he had recently discovered on one of their missions which was apparently incredibly well suited for his purpose. At her encouragement he had shown her more of of his other drawings too. First of symbolism and color studies, but then more personal ones: of the views of the mountains from Skyhold, running Halla, drying herbs and even of some of the members of the inquisition she recognized.

In turn she told him about how she used to carve wood, especially when winters were rough and her clan was stuck in the same place for long waiting out the biting cold and punishing snow. To keep her fingers from freezing and her mind from wandering to dark places, she had started to carve.

"I haven't had the time since, well you know, this whole mess." she waved the fingers of her marked hand which flashed a sliver of green. Solas had looked thoughtful after her comment, almost like there was a tinge of regret behind his eyes.

The conversation steered in a different direction afterwards, like the seriousness of their predicament weighted more heavily on their shoulders than before. The mysterious books disappeared back into the chest and not long after she had excused herself and called it a night. Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling she had overstepped.

A few days later she returned from a short scouting mission. She climbed the steps to her sleeping quarters, exhausted. She hardly noticed there was an odd-shaped package leaning against her bedroom door until she almost stumbled over it. Her tiredness trading itself for curiosity, she moved to pick it up.

There was no note attached but once she unwrapped the bundle she discovered a beautiful and distinctive elven carving knife and a solid piece of oak wood.

She couldn't help the warm feeling that spread though her body, feeling the comforting weight of the wood and the cool metal of the knife in her hands.

….

She shakes her head as she's brought back to the present. That same rotunda they have since spend so much of their time together. Researching, reading and talking. There had been barely an evening where she didn't end up in the rotunda with Solas. At least when she wasn't away from Skyhold, trying to save the world on missions throughout Thedas.

She looks at Solas from her spot at the table with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

It takes a lot of effort to hide her smile.

Whith an amused tilt to the corner of her lips she says, "You know, Dorian told me he found some sketchbooks laying around, depicting a rather familiar elf. Anything you would know about that?"

Is he… Is he blushing?

"Um, Well you see." he cleares his throat trying to school his expression. "Those were private… And hidden for a reason."

She can't contain a smile. Solas flustered, that's a rare sight.

"You've seen them?" he askes quietly. She notices he has started fumbling with the edges of the paper. She didn't believe his ears could turn a brighter shade of pink.

"Maybe," she says while averting her eyes to the ceiling. She glances back to him out of the corner of her eyes.

Solas looks at her like she has grown an extra pair of ears.

She leans back in her chair and stretches out her legs comfortably under the table. Knowing she has him she doesn't want to push more and decides to spare him some of her teasing. She turns to look at him and softens her expression.

"I rather liked them."

Knowing that is probably not enough to explain why she had looked at his private belongings without permission and seeing the dumbfounded expression on his face slowly making space for embarrassment she decides to tell the whole story.

"I know shouldn't have overstepped, but Dorian said he had something urgent to discuss and before I was even halfway up the stairs he assaulted me with flying books, shouting about discovering my secret admirer. Either I would have stumbled to death or caught them. And, well… Once I started looking I couldn't look away… " she trails off with a slight tinge of shame in her voice.

"You liked them?“

She lookes at him, surprised by the hopefulness in his voice.

A wave of understanding washes over her.

He hid the drawings from her, not because he didn't want her to see them but because he was afraid of her rejection. Even though they had spent the last few months becoming more and more tangled up with each other, stealing fleeting glances and sometimes passionate kisses, they still hadn't really taken a moment to talk about what there was between them.

When she saw the drawings he made of her she had finally understood his interest in her was genuine and went beyond anything resembling a casual dalliance - something she can now confess to have been rather afraid of, because she had developed deeper feelings for him from the moment he started sharing detailed stories dreamt in the fade and his perspective on magic intertwined with life. And then there had been that first kiss… Wel let's just say she's in way too deep to turn back now.

And for all the effort he put into keeping emotional distance between them, he had apparently failed from the moment he had started putting her likeless on paper. For she could see the passion and emotion in the lines, soft shadows and hidden meanings. It made them stand out from all the other drawings she had seen by his hand.

What he couldn't yet put into words, he had found a different way of showing.

"Yes I-" suddenly feeling unsure she pauses for a moment and crosses her arms looking for the right words. "The drawings, they reminded me of who I could be." She takes a deep breath finds her courage and continues. "Someone who people will tell stories about. Not stories about Divine intervention, but of an elven woman's fight for justice. For a kinder world. Somehow I never really managed to see myself that way when I look in the mirror. But those drawings… I guess it's easier to understand who I've become by seeing myself through your eyes. To see the change I'm part of, but most of all to remind myself of where I came from."

She had uncrossed her arms and angled her body towards him over the table. A determined expression rests on her face. He hadn't taken his eyes of her from the moment she started talking.

He looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, considering his reply.

"Very well" he says while some of the tension visibly drains away from his body. She raises her eyebrows in question. "Then it's only time you started showing me your carvings in return. Some good blocks of wood have gone missing. I overheard Blackwall complaining about recently." He shares the accusations with a bemused smile on his lips.

Now it was her turn to blush.

"I was planning on showing you, but first I wanted to practice… " she trailed off her sentence, knowing she doesn't actually have a valid excuse for hiding it from him. And it was not like she hadn't backed him into a corner first.

Feeling relieved he wasn't pulling away at her recent discovery she changes her mind with newfound courage and stands up abruptly while extending her hand in invitation. The purpose of their late night reading session forgotten.

"You're right. And I'm willing to offer you a tour of my recent carving exploits, but only if you can refrain from commenting over the woodchips carpeting the floor." He starts to move as if to get up but she makes him pause as she isn't done yet. "But in turn I will pose for your next drawing." Solas looks at her confused for a moment, as if considering her question.

She pauzes for a moment and adds without hesitation.

"Naked."

"What?"

"That's right."

From a balcony upstairs they could hear some muffled movement followed by a familiar voice echoing down "You know Solas, if you're looking for nude models you only need to ask!"

"Dorian!" they say in unison, horrified.

Solas quickly tucks the sketches under his arm and stands up to grasp her hand, surprising her by pulling her close so fast she has to steady herself with her other hand landing on his chest.

Only a breath away from her ear he says softly so only she can hear.

"It seems like you found yourself a deal, ma Vhenan."

She squeezes his hand in response and when she looks at him there isn't a hint of his previous embarrassment. Instead there is a look of hunger and challenge in his eyes. It's so easy then, to lean over and kiss him, her lips a promise and Dorian's earlier interuption temporarily forgotten. Before she can get lost in the soft press of his lips she pulls back and feels a delighted thrill in the way he slightly chases them as she takes a step back. With a teasing smile on her lips she tugs on his hand bringing him back to reality and encouraging him to follow. As they make their way quietly towards the door she throws a judgemental look over her shoulder towards where she imagines Dorian to be hiding.

She is just able to make out a muffled conversation on the first floor "… These lovesick fools seem to keep forgetting this is a public space, if they don't want an audience they should find a room!"

Not sure if she should be terribly embarrassed or slightly thankful for Dorians intervention she doesn't manage to hide her smile.

"Let's get out of here then." she says as they start to make their way through Skyhold.

He squeezes her hand.

"Gladly."

#solavellan #solavellan hell #solas x female lavellan #solavellen hell #solavellen fanfiction #dragon age inquisition #No one can convince me otherwise that this scene hasnt happened #bioware robbed us from this being a real cutscene in the game #I mean dont you just love the idea of Solas sharing his passion for art and history with lavellan? #and all this time at skyhold #for sure she has run into him a few times covered in paint #and i just love the headcannon that solas ans lavellan forget they have an audiance of Leliana #Dorian and Fiona sharing popcorn and betting on who will make the first move #and you just know the frustration Dorian has felt #seeing the fools in love while they barely make a move at each other aside from fleeting glances #he had to get involved somehow #imagine dorian spending weeks on tearing down the magical wards on that chest #just to findout it filled with portraits of lavellan #LOL #dragon age inquisition fanfic #the dread egg #solas #solasmance #inquisitor lavellan #writing and artwork by me #acrylic ink and finelines on bamboo paper

[thedeathwitchescats]

Do you have any ideas/headcannons about Renee/Andrew/Neil ?

This is the best question anyone has ever asked me because absolutely yes I do. Ill keep this to [mostly] canon compliant ones for simplicity. Apologies in advance

Renee and Andrew started dating relatively soon after he went to Palmetto and told no one about it. For Renee it was mostly to avoid judgement and for Andrew it was because he didnt care about other peoples opinions. Wymack, Abby and Bee know though. Bee because Andrew told her, Abby because Renee told her and Wymack because Wymack knows everything

I always still pictured Andrew as being biromantic but still not sexually attracted to women, and Renee was saving herself for marriage ((after she was born again obviously))

When Neil appeared Andrew was immediately infatuated, but still very suspiscious, and Renee was also warry, the two of them had many deep discussions on the roof about whether they could trust him or not

((Imagine a world where Renee sometimes went with the monsters to Colombia, and also Andrew hadnt stopped Nikky from making advances on Neil for this one to make sense)) Renee was there for Neils first night at Columbia and she was the one who told Andrew that Nikky kissed Neil unconsensually ((no Nikky slander in this post, i am well aware my opinions of this man are niche)) and it was after this that Andrew made a conscious effort to get Nikky to stop making Neil uncomfy

Renee was the first person that Andrew let hug him after he left the Spear household, it was during his first year midterms, he was stressed and riddled with medicated anxiety. Renee asked if she could give him a hug because it helps her to calm down and after that Andrew started to breathe easier and decided that, when asked and with granted permission ofc, he kind of liked hugs

Andrew figures out that he is head over heels for Neil pretty early on and has a conversation with Renee about it. She tells him that she also seems to have feelings for Neil and they decide that they are going to slowly approach him and try to figure him out. Cut to the convo at the store where Renee is getting Andrew a bday gift and Neil is there, Renee tells Neil some details of their situation ((being that Andrew is gay but that they are still together because they have a very deep bond and sex isnt important to either of them)) And Neil is confused but understands and supports. Renee tells Andrew that she genuinely can not figure out what is up with Neil and Andrew decides to leave it alone ((in Andrew fashion which equates to calling Neil family, giving him a key and calling it home, letting Neil drive his car, putting Neil on his insurance for his new car, giving Neil an entire new wardrobe- you know, normal shit))

Also in this world Renee was the one who has Andrews other key, not Nikky

Renee and Neil actually start formulating a relationship while Andrew is in easthaven (("you took his car and now your taking his girl" or whatever it was specifically that Nikky said i cant remember atm)) And when Neil goes to the nest she knows as well as Kevin. She tries to stop him but after he tells her it is to protect Andrew she nods solemnly and tells him to take hers/andrews knives to keep himself safe

When Neil gets out Renee picks him up from Wymacks apartment and is angry and upset and that is when she kisses him, gently as to not hurt him buy fierce enough to get her point across. She breaks down and tells him everything and says that she never should have let him go. Neil is stunned and doesnt know how to react. This is when the upperclassmen ((who were all scattered around because theyre in Renees dorm room)) find out about Andrew and Renee

When Andrew comes back and is very obviously traumatized Neil decides not to push the issue and to let Andrew be the one to approach him

Renee starts going to Columbia with them weekly now that their secret is out. Her and Neil dance while Andrew watches protectively. Renee is still a very traumatized individual but she has softer edges about pda and physical touch. Her and Neil kiss in the crowd and Andrew realizes he is done for

"Doesnt mean i wouldnt blow you" happens in front of Renee instead of Kevin and she is proud ((if not a tiny bit shocked))

Andrew and Neils first kiss on the rooftop is short and Andrew talks to Renee who assures him that Neil would have said something if he was hurt and Andrew, who didnt know he was capable of regret, finds himself regretting it all

Neil and Andrew start working on communicating, because all good relationships have communication even the "not relationships"

Right up until Neil starts getting spooky count downs and ominous bloody messages from papa dearest, then communication is a little limited

Andrew and Renee know that there is something going on with Neil and are worried but he wont say anything about it and is acting normal, if not happier

When Baltimore happens he tells Andrew "thank you, you were amazing" and he tells Renee "get to the bus safe" before he disappears into the crowd ominously

Renee didnt stop Andrew from choking the life out of Kevin and called Jean in a blind panic to see if he knew anything

Kevin started speaking and she reasoned that Jean didnt know anything

Renee was just as angry as Andrew and all but told him to kill Kevin before she reigned herself in, clutching her cross and praying that her sweet, dumbass redhead would get home safe

Instead of wymack ((mostly because I never saw the physics of that one)) it was Renee who was handcuffed to Andrew and neither of them slowed down the second they realized where Neil was

Neil fell into Renees chest while Andrew checked his injuries and Renee about lost her damn mind when Allison mentioned the bet but kept her calm because Neil was there and he was safe

The FBI relented and let the two of them tag along with Neil and when he signed his name, "Neil Josten" he took a deep breath and allowed Nathaneil to die peacefully in his mind, because Neil was free in a way Nathaneil never could be

Renee understood that look, Natalie had to do the same, tucked away in a corner and put to rest in a mental grave. They shared a look of deep understanding

After everything is said and done its still andrew and neil and Renee and Andrew and neil and Renee and all three of them combined and their special and happy and they keep each other sane

During the girls last year there is endless teasing and quips made about the three of them but they couldnt care less because its their last year and they are going to make the most of it

Andrew and Aaron have it out and both of them decide to chose their "nothings" over each other, and because of this Renee takes Aarons place in the monsters

Andrew and Aaron start building their relationship from the ground up, and its hard, but he has both his *everythings* there to keep him sane

Andrew and Renee change their last names to "josten" because they fought so hard for that name and technically three people cant get married

Speaking of marriage, Dan and Matt get married in Dans last year and Renee and Allison are bridesmaids, Neil and Andrew are groomsmen. The three of them dance and congratulate the happy couple

They win championships that year and, mostly just to fuck with the crowd, Neil and Renee each kiss Andrews cheek right before they walk off court. Its fun and silly and they celebrate afterwards and care so deeply for each other

When Renee leaves it hits hard, she calls and texts as much as she can but its hard. Neil loses a little bit of his spark and Andrew cant help but miss their other third

Neil and Andrew start sparing and essentially dont leave each others side

Matt is also having a time of it with the girls being gone, and during this year its that Matt moves into Andrew and Neils dorm officially

Kevin transfers to the Trojans with Jean and Jeremy and is happier there, and theyre all happy for him

During Andrews last year Neil all but loses his mind

Renee officially retires from exy that year and moves back to Palmetto state to help with the transition because she knows its hitting both of them pretty hard

Andrew is anxious and cant decide whether he wants to keep playing exy, or go straight into law

Neil doesnt know what he is going to do for a year without either of them and is constantly in a state of panic

Both Andrew and Renee try their hardest to keep the rabbit sane because they know how scary the thought of being alone is and Neil will absolutely never be alone

When Andrew graduates Renee and Neil make one of those obnoxious signs and all the foxes show up for support and its bittersweet but mostly amazing

They also win championships that year again, Andrew locked the goal down for the entire game and wymack was so proud, even though he only had one of his kids left in the coup ((I would say nest but considering the fandom...))

Neils fifth year is hard

Andrew decided to retire his exy racket and go straight into law, finally selling the Columbia house and getting a better place about an hour outside Palmetto

Renee joins the peace corps ((to be honest I only kind of know what they do so bear with me apologies)) and is overseas for a little over two years

Neil goes home to Andrew every weekend ((their partying days behind them and their movie marathon days ahead)) and both of them call Renee every day

When Neil graduates Renee gets leave for a weekend and flys in to celebrate with them

Its one of the best weekends they had ever had

When Renee retires ((from what I can tell its usually two years of required service but correct me if Im wrong)) the three of them move in together in their little home outside Palmetto and are happy

Neil plays professionally for about 10 years, Renee starts teaching, Andrew is a lawyer

Its perfect

Andrew and Renee still spar, and Neil still runs every morning

Renee makes a pot of coffee before he gets back and they never run out of sugar despite andrews best attempts

Renee teaches Neil how to make cookies because Andrew burns every batch he touches almost

They watch all the foxes on TV and rep Allisons athlesiure brand every where they go essentially

The foxes have Thanksgiving all together at their house every year because as Wymack gets older flying is bad for his heart

Its the off season of the year Neil finally retired ((now a math professor)) that they announce to their family that Renee is pregnant

Andrew is terrified he is going to be a bad father, Neil doesnt know where to start and Renee has faith that it is all going to be okay

They never check to see whos kid it is biologically ((though the odds are its probably neils)) because it doesnt matter

Their prescious twins are brought into the world with three parents, four grandparents and more aunts and uncles than any one kid can count

Renee was often sick while she was pregnant and neil researched every method to help with nausea possible

He got Kevin ((who also eventually retired from exy and because a sports dietitian)) to help him find recipes that she could actually eat

Andrew was very protective while she was carrying and if she even so much as looked at a door handle it became a race between him and neil

Her water broke while her and Neil were coming home from a long day of teaching, Andrew was still at the office

Neil took on andrews approach to driving during their trip to the hospital and held her hand every step of the way

Andrew got there just in the nick of time, pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her other hand, making eye contact with neil as she pushed out the first of the twins

It was a short labor and each of the boys held a baby, foreheads touching and ankles crossed, as Renee took a much needed nap

All of the foxes flew/drove in to see the babies and the three of them

It was a special time

It was surprisingly Neil who taught their kids how to bake cookies, the same recipie that Renee taught him

Andrew and neil get breakfast tacos every Saturday morning at their favorite little food truck while Renee and the kids sleep

Neil goes to church with Renee and their kids every Sunday, while Andrew works

He can never fully heal from his religious trauma, but he knows its important to Renee and he knows that Neil has found a comfort in God as well ((i can never decide if I headcannon Neil as Christian or atheist but today its christian))

A few months before the twins were born Andrew stopped wearing his armbands all together, the knives having long since made their disappearance

And he, in an age appropriate way ofc, teaches their kids what his scars were and reminds them to talk to someone and never feel like their only resort is to hurt themselves

They love each other so dearly and they love their kids so much and its special and happy and they love their lives

When the three of them die their cremated together and the twins each take a smaller urn for their respective mantles to hold

#i have more but i also have classwork so please enjoy this haphazard list of things i have thought about the three of them over the years #i hope this makes sense #aftg #andrew and neil #andrew neil and renee #neil and renee #renee and andrew #andrew minyard #renee walker #neil josten #all for the game headcannons #im so sorry if this was too long/not what you meant 😭 #🪓

[gordonlore]

Jeremy David Gordon

January 8th, 1978, Jeremy David and his twin brother Markus Ryan are born to the young newlywed couple Bryan and Rebecca Gordon. For as long as Jeremy could remember his parents were happy and busy and loved him and his brothers. The first brother he remembers being born was Emmett Tyler, October 23rd, 1984, and he remembers how his Momma didn’t smile like she used to. How she grew distant and how it was their dad who put them to bed every night, woke them up and got them dressed and fed. Jeremy remembers the day their dad snapped at their mom. His voice booming from his parent’s room to the living room. Jeremy and Markus were only six years old and yet Jeremy remembers the unsettling feeling of watching his Momma just immediately turn back into her cheery self. Yet that uneasiness never really went away as the years went on. It would subside for a time then come rushing back any time his younger brothers were born. It would be there as he watched his Momma entertain her family. His uncle and aunt staying during Christmas always brought that uneasy feeling. He was watching his Momma whenever he could—though his dad always had a way of pulling him back into their game. December 20th, 1986 was no different from any of the past Christmases. Jeremy’s dad was keeping the boys entertained as their aunt and uncle talked with their Momma. Yet things got heated as their dad looked over to see their aunt absolutely digging into their Momma. Jeremy watched as his Momma escaped into the kitchen, and then he watched as his dad yelled at his aunt and uncle. Jeremy felt like he was going to be trapped in the yelling forever till his Momma came out once again only everyone to suddenly stop as there was a puddle at her feet and she gripped onto his Daddy’s arm and said something and then suddenly everyone was out the door to the hospital. Then only a few hours later Jeremy’s younger brother Forest Victor was born.

Things were not happy after that. Jeremy found himself being charge of his younger brothers. Finding Bryan staying as close as he could to him or Markus. Having to break up fights between Markus and Robert. Robert constantly tells Bryan to leave him alone. All the while their dad would get increasingly angry at them. It wasn’t what Jeremy knew and that uneasy feeling grew too always be around. He was going to protect his brothers. So, when their mother signed them all but Emmett and Forest for little league Exy, Jeremy took charge and made sure they all got there. He made sure they got out of the house like his Momma wanted. When his youngest brother, his baby brother, Jackson Cole was born on July 21st 1988, Jeremy noticed a change in his dad. He noticed how he constantly smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. He noticed how he wouldn’t even look at Jackson or his Momma. Then when they brought Jackson home Jeremy noticed how much more violent and angry, he got with everyone. Jeremy would try to stick around to just watch his baby brother, but his Momma would always get him out of the house and on the way to Exy practice or even a game. Jeremy just wanted to help. Then Jeremy watched as his dad left with his bags packed on April 30th, 1990, and was never seen in the townhouse that Jeremy knew as home.  

The moment that their dad left was the moment that Jeremy and Markus were put to work in keeping everyone in line and cared for as their Momma worked three jobs to support them all. Jeremy fell into his roll more seamlessly than Markus did. In that moment Jeremy never resented it. He wanted to help his Momma in any way he could. Markus on the other hand resented everything about their situation. Markus hated having to take care of his brothers and not being able to just hang out with his friends. Jeremy didn’t know how to navigate his brother’s feelings about their situation, so he instead took full responsibility. He didn’t mind and he just wanted his brothers to be happy and not to worry, he just wanted them to be happy. He wanted his Momma to be happy too, but that seemed impossible as he started to smell the same scents of stale beer and cigarettes lingered on her clothes. As she always immediately locked herself in her bedroom as she came home. As the only time she acknowledged any of them was when one of them screwed up.

When Jackson started kindergarten Jeremy took everyone to little league. He noticed how Emmett and Forest all hated going, and at one point told them they could quit if they wanted to do something else. The only caveat was that Markus or Robert would have to watch Emmett and Forest as they were only 9 and 7 years old. Jeremy tried to keep it a secret not wanting to anger his mother, but he couldn’t stop the couch from calling his mom when Emmett, and Forest didn’t show up for the past two weeks. Their mother was furious. She completely went into Emmett and Forest until Jeremy stepped in and yelled right back. He was the one that allowed them to skip. He made that decision. Their mother was so taken aback that she dropped it immediately after leaving for work. Jeremy focused on getting Emmett and Forest to forget about the yelling. It ended up being Markus was able to get them to forget about it as he took them to the bedrooms. Jeremy was thankful and he started to make dinner and was thankful when Bryan and Jackson wanted to help. Jeremy talked to them about the high school Exy coach, trying to get them both excited for future schooling. All Jackson wanted to talk about was his friend Ariadne that he made. Bryan was quiet and just let Jackson talk as he listened. Jeremy would do anything for his brothers.

August of 1996 was when Jeremy and Markus started college. Jeremy got a full ride academic scholarship on just his academics alone, and he decided to study journalism while he also played for Bama’s Exy team, he was also able to negotiate staying at home because he was playing for the school. Markus on the other hand got a full ride athletic scholarship to the University of Georgia. He left and never returned home, only ever communicating to Jeremy and Robert otherwise. Jeremy resented him for leaving him all alone—but he knew once Markus got the chance to leave, he would. Jeremy was the only one around, and he was the only one taking care of everyone and he was going to take care of them. So, Jeremy ended up getting a server’s job to save money to move out when he gets his real job. It was then that Bryan asked Jeremy and everyone else to call him Seth. He didn’t want to be associated as much with his dad. Jeremy agreed without question. It was only two years later (1998) when Jeremy was called just as he was leaving his communications class that Robert was suspended from school and needed to be picked up. When Jeremy got to the school he was taken to the office where Robert was sitting and then Jeremy saw the joint on the desk. Jeremy took Robert home scolding him the entire way. Robert didn’t say a word back. Jeremy was frustrated. Robert was lucky the school didn’t call the police. Robert was the first one in the house and Jeremy sat down as he went in after him. Jeremy wanted to punch a wall, but he refrained and called his mom to update her. Maybe she could get through to him. What Jeremy didn’t expect was for Rebecca to come in and immediately start yelling at Robert. Telling him how he was a disappointment. How she couldn’t believe he was his son. How he was just like the man who left them all. Jeremy immediately got between them, and Rebecca went to start yelling at Jeremy, but it was Robert who yelled back at their mom. Jeremy stared at him; his heart broken as he heard that all Robert wanted was for his mom to show that she loved them. Jeremy grew angry as he just saw his mom scowl and leave for her bedroom. Jeremy cried as he finished his communications homework. His brothers were hurting and he didn’t know how to help them.

Three years (1999) into Jeremy’s schooling, his junior year of college, he was waiting for Seth to come home. When hours went by and there was no sign of Seth he started to panic inside. He called Seth and after a few rings Seth did answer. Jeremy was relieved till he heard slurred words. Jeremy demanded to know where Seth was, and Seth told him. Jeremy demanded that Seth stay on the phone and talk to him. Seth only stayed on the line for a few more minutes till he stopped responding. It took him a minute more for him to get to the area Seth was, that was went he found Seth, in an alley completely unresponsive. Jeremy immediately called 911 trying not to panic as he was trying to make sure his brother was still alive. When the EMTs arrived, Jeremy was trying to speak coherently enough, but luckily for him they seemed to understand what was happening immediately. Jeremy was frozen and unable to really respond the entire time to the hospital or as he was forced to wait away from Seth. He ended up forcing himself to call their mom. And he called over and over and over till she answered. He was a wreck by the time she answered. He was scared. He was worried. He was furious. He needed his mom to get here. When she got there, she told the doctors to differ to Jeremy. She is putting him in charge of Seth medically. Jeremy went with what the doctors said. He couldn’t believe that his little brother could have been dead at 17. Jeremy was frozen with shock and when he was alone, he called Emmett telling him to order Pizza with the money he had been putting in the coffee jar and that he wouldn’t be home till late. And that he didn’t. When the doctors were done doing what they could do it was around 3am when Seth woke up, dazed confused where he was, Jeremy calmed him down. Jeremy got home at around 4am after he got Seth to fall asleep again. He and Seth were going to have a talk. And talk they did. It took a couple weeks, but Jeremy set up Seth with a therapist and paid for whatever treatment they believed to be best. Jeremy just wanted his brother to get better.

Things were finally getting better in the Gordon household. The next two years flew by smoothly. Seth started college on a full ride to Palmetto State on their Exy team. Jeremy watched every Fox game that year and the following. The foxes weren’t the best team, but it was the one his brother played for. And it was the team that gave Seth the shot at secondary education. Jeremy owed the Foxes everything. This progress took him to his final year of school, and he started to look for job opportunities. As his graduation date grew near, he saw the jobs close to home be removed and his heart sank. He was going to have to move to follow his dreams. He pushed it out of his mind as the days creeped together. He came back home and took care of Emmett, Forest, and Jackson—who didn’t really need him. Well maybe Jackson did, but he didn’t show it. Jackson did tell him about his friend Matthew and all the stuff they would do when Seth came back. Jeremy was happy that Jackson and Seth got along together. Then Jeremy’s fifth year ended, and his graduation was staring him in the face. Jeremy thought he looked weird in his cap and gown, until he remembered that Emmett, Forest, and Jackson were going to be watching him. He was proud to be wearing this get up. The ceremony took hours to finish, but in the end, he was holding his Journalism degree and celebrating with his three youngest brothers. He took them out to eat as payment for making them sit through a long ceremony full of people walking across a stage. Then it was time for him to start some actual job hunting.

It was a long three months before any of his applications, cover letter and resume included, had any response. Yet most of them were polite letters explaining that Jeremy wasn’t what they were looking for. Jeremy started to grow irritable as they came in. He could recite the rejection, and he started too. When he was alone of course. He was the only one who stayed in the house that summer. Seth was taking Jackson out every day, “making up for lost time” is what he always said when asked why. Jackson was just happy that Seth wanted to hang out with him. Emmett and Forest were always getting dragged out by a group of friends, or a girl, and Jeremy was sat at a kitchen table shredding rejection letter after rejection letter. Suddenly all that experience he got covering his old high school’s games seemed all for not and pointless. All those nights he stayed up all night after a closing shift were suddenly worth nothing, and that stupid piece of paper that was getting him nowhere infuriated him. Until he checked the mail and got a letter from Cox Enterprises, an out-of-state job. He opened it after he made sure there wasn’t anything important, it was a job interview. He had made it for a job interview. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like he was being punked. This wasn’t real, not when everything else that preceded it told him otherwise. Yet he still ended up scrambling, making sure he had the proper attire for an interview. Practicing his professional voice, going over every potential talking point. Jeremy was not going to fail this interview. And he didn’t, he didn’t fail. He excelled his interview, surprising his interviewer who proudly wore University of Georgia attire. In fact, his interviewer told him to expect a phone call later that week. Jeremy was ecstatic. He drove the two-hour drive home with the biggest smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell his brothers the news. . . until he remembered the two brothers who wouldn’t be home. Who haven’t been home sense they left. Jeremy’s smile fell as he started to think about who was going to take care of his younger brothers when he must leave. It was the only job he applied to that wasn’t a rejection.

It was late in the evening when Jeremy arrived home, with food of course, and he was greeted to Seth, Emmett, Forest, and Jackson sitting in the living room watching a movie. Jeremy set the box of Pizza’s on the counter, not noticing that Seth had followed him into the kitchen. No other brother insight, Jeremy turned around to get them and saw the way Seth looked at him.

“I got the job—at least if they don’t find someone better.”

“That’s great! Why do you look like you killed the family dog?”

“I have to move to Georgia Seth.”

“Ah. . . I see.”

Jeremy and Seth sat together in silent understanding for a while. It was only when they heard Emmett and Forest start to argue that they broke out of their silent contemplation. Jeremy walked out and announced that Pizza was in the kitchen and the three boys still watching the movie immediately got up to go get some food to eat. Jeremy felt his heartbeat in his chest watching them all. Jeremy wondered if he could convince Markus to come back home—no that was selfish. Markus went away because that’s what he needed. Jeremy stopped thinking about a solution and he ate pizza with his younger brothers while they watched whatever dumb comedy that Seth had picked out sense Emmett and Forest couldn’t stop fighting.

Jeremy was packing up his small used sedan on a hot July afternoon only a month after the call. Jeremy made sure to celebrate Jackson’s birthday early when he found out he had to move out before the 21st. Jackson and Seth were helping him get things into his car, Emmett and Forest were inside fighting over the only video game system in the house. Jeremy was entrusting Seth with the care of their younger siblings. He knew he could trust Seth and yet he was still riddled with guilt and anxiety. He was joking with Seth and Jackson the entire time they loaded his car up. Jeremy could tell that Jackson was upset when he closed the trunk and his back doors for the final time till he arrived in Atlanta. He knelt down and hugged Jackson who hugged him back immediately. Seth watched with a natural expression. Jeremy knew what that ment, so he stook his hand out to Seth then pulled him into a hug.

“I’m a phone call away. I promise. If anything happens—and look, Emmett is responsible you just need to pester him. He’ll look after Forest and Jackson if asked but you gotta pester.”

“I know J, we went over this before.”

“I know, I just. . . we’re all we have left. I’m not leaving and never saying hello again, you understand?”

“I know, I never doubted that.”

Jeremy let go of Seth and before he would start crying, he got into his car to start the two hours or so drive to Atlanta, Georgia.

Everything was uneventful, besides the games he covered of course, for the next two years. He was put on covering the college Exy games of the season with his own experience playing the game. He absolutely loved it. He was enjoying writing article after article, getting a pass to go down to the local stadiums to watch it in the moment and take notes. He was in the middle of writing a segment on all the upcoming teams for the next season when he got a call from Seth. He expected it to be Seth letting out some steam over the year he had Jeremy had gotten permission—no ordered, to write about Kevin Day becoming Palmetto’s Assistant Couch. He heard all of Seth’s frustrations against the ‘oh-so-fucking-impossible’ Kevin Day. That was not what the call was about. The call caused Jeremy to immediately get up from his couch at home and grab his keys. When Seth hung up Jeremy immediately called his boss to let him know he wasn’t going to be able to come in at work due to a family emergency. His boss must have heard the panic in his voice because there was not a word of complaining as the Boss let him know it would be taken care of. Jeremy was on the road to Birmingham once again. The two-hour drive was as loud as it was silent. He prayed for the first time in a long while. He couldn’t even remember the last time he did—no that wasn’t true. He prayed just four years ago when he was in Seth’s position. Jeremy held his steering wheel tighter. Jeremy got to UAB Hospital and he immediately asked for Jackson Gordon not seeing Seth in the waiting room. The receptionist gave him a startled look, he wasn’t hiding the panic, she pointed him in the right direction. Ignoring the staff telling him not to run, he ran. He saw Seth outside the hospital room his head in his knees. Jeremy forced his panic down even through he saw the blood staning one of his many band tees. Jeremy knelt down and touched Seth’s arm and Seth startled looked up at him, his cheeks were streaked by tears.

“Is he. . .?”

“No, he’s, his—I got home just in time. He was already so far gone I didn’t think I—Forest wasn’t home—mom was home!”

“Hey, hey, hey, you did good Seth, you did good. He’s here because you got him here. You remember when it was you in that bed? Everything is going to bed okay. Don’t worry about anything else. He’s here because of You.”

Jeremy helped Seth up and they both walked into the hospital room. Jeremy looking at his unconscious baby brother gave him bad DeJa’Vu, and it was quickly moved away when he saw the large bandages wrapped around his arms. Jeremy held back his tears as he moved Jackson’s hair away from his forehead just looking at him. He looked over at Seth who was still shaken. He could tell by the long look in Seth’s stare that Seth knew something that he didn’t. That made sense, Jackson always gravitated to Seth. He just wished he knew it so he could help figure out a plan in getting Jackson help. Jeremy and Seth sat next to each other in the chairs that were sat at the side of Jackson’s bed. They didn’t talk but Jeremy couldn’t help but stare at the faded trackmarks that laced Seth’s arm, they were almost gone. He then stared back at Jackson before he started to speak to Seth.

“You know, no matter the reason, he needs help?”

“I know.”

“That help wont be inexpensive.”

“I know.”

“If you need help I can—”

“Don’t, I need to do this.”

“Seth—”

“Can we just sit and wait for him to wake up?”

“Okay.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but feel worried for both his brothers. All he wanted was for them to be safe and happy. Safe and Happy.

Jackson woke up an hour or two later and he was a bit disoriented, and Seth was walking around the room getting out nervous energy. So, he went over to help Jackson get his bearings. Jeremy left to grab Jackson’s doctor. That was when he was met by a short young man who looked like he belonged in at a Metal Concert. The young man introduced himself as Matthew and was wondering if the room he came out was Jackson’s room. Matthew, this was Matthew. Jeremy let Matthew into the room and continued to look for Jackson’s doctor. Jeremy waited outside the room while the doctor went in to talk to Jackson and Seth. Jeremy listened as the doctor, and the psychiatrist, talked with Jackson—who had both Seth and Matthew with him. He closed his eyes trying to focus on the treatment plan, but the door had gotten closed. What he did hear was that because of how late it was Jackson wasn’t going to be released till tomorrow. Released too where? Jeremy didn’t know. What he did know was that he needed to find a place to sleep. He got up to tell them that he was going to grab a hotel room when another doctor came in behind him.

“Dr. Wilson?”

“Hi Jackson, you just sleep now, Seth can I speak with you outside? Matthew we’re leaving as soon as I’m done talking with Seth.”

She must have been Matthew’s mother. Jeremy stayed in the room and he walked over to Jackson. Jackson looked like he was going to cry. Jeremy hated that.

“I-I’m sorry, I just—”

“No, enough of that. I just wanted to let you know I was here. I also wanted to let you know I do love you. Okay Jack?”

“Jeremy, I—”

“It’s okay. I promise it’s okay. Seth’s going to take care of you.”

Jeremy left and grabbed himself a motel room to spend the night in. It was 11am when Seth called and let him know that the Wilson’s where going to become temporary guardians of Jackson until he turned 18, and that he was being admitted to Hill Crest for a couple months to get help for his suicidal ideation. And Seth told him that he was going to stop doing drugs, including smoking. Jeremy hadn’t known had been smoking at all. Yet it was a relief to her Seth admit it while telling him he was done. Jeremy met up with Seth and Jackson as Jackson got released and they took him to be admitted to Hill Crest. Jackson was so figity in the backseat with Matthew. Jeremy was watching them, through the review mirror and he saw how naturally Matthew took Jackson’s hand. How Jackson calmed down and then leaned against Matthew muttering something. Jeremy looked over to Seth—who was as stiff as a board. What had he missed while he lived with them? What was not told?

It wasn’t long till they had arrived at Hill Crest and they all escorted Jackson into the building and checked him in. This was how they wanted to do it, to make Jackson feel safer. Yet he still gripped onto Seth tightly, and Matthew gripped Jackson tightly. They both feared something. Jeremy had an idea of what. Seth, Jeremy, and Matthew left after Jackson was escorted away by one of the members. When it was just the three of them in Jeremy’s sedan, Jeremy decided to confirm his suspicions.

“You aren’t just Jack’s best friend are you, Matthew?”

“Jeremy. . .”

Jeremy jumped at the threating tone from Seth, he glanced over at Seth confused and looked back at Matthew.

“Er, no sir. We’ve been dating for almost two years, but we’ve been best friends for longer.”

Jeremy was quiet for a time. He felt Seth’s threating gaze. Did Seth think he was—no no no, he’s not? No! 

“You treat him, right? He treats you right?”

“Y-yes sir, at least I think I do.”

“Good.”

Jeremy felt Seth’s gaze fall and he turned on the radio as they drove to his childhood home. They got home and Seth got out of the car before Jeremy even had it in park. Matthew waited until he saw Jeremy shift to park. Jeremy walked up after them, noticed how Matthew seemed to not want to attempt to go inside, and he followed Seth as he went to gather Jackson’s things to take to the Wilson’s. Jeremy watched as Seth was packing clothes, things that were all handed down. The expression on Seth’s face concerns Jeremey. The way Seth had strict tense movements. Jeremy did not know what to do and he certainly didn’t like seeing Seth this way. The last time he talked with Seth everything was okay, everything was good. Watching him told the opposite. Maybe it was the events of the past days the shook Seth up bad, but Jeremy’s gut said otherwise. Jeremy did not know how to tackle it. Jeremy did attempt to help Seth gather Jackson’s things, but Seth just put a box in him arms and Jeremy took it out to his car. Jeremy waited after that point sensing he wasn’t welcome in that room. It took about an hour, and one screaming match between Seth and their mom, till Seth was done packing the car with all of Jackson’s things.

Jeremy was more than happy to drive Seth and Matthew to the Wilson’s but when he stepped out to help that’s when Seth finally snapped. That’s when his little brother snapped and told him to fuck off. That he could handle this all. That he had been gone for a while and shouldn’t care this much. Markus and Robert’s name were thrown in. Jeremy just wanted to be there to support his brother, but his brother was hurting too much to see it. So, he stayed back and let Seth deal with things on his own. He didn’t leave, he stayed out leaning against his car. When he had come to the understanding Seth was not going to come out again, he got into his car and started it. But before he could even decide on a place to grab a quick dinner someone was knocking on the window of his car. Seth was the someone. Jeremy got out of his car and immediately hugged his brother. They went out and ate dinner together and talked about everything.

This would unfortunately be the last time Jeremy spoke to his little brothers, well the last time before he saw Jackson wearing Seth’s number on the same team, leaving to a bus sticking close to his boyfriend of his in a cheering outfit, losing his spot in the press line to give him his number. No, he wouldn’t see Jackson for another two years. He wouldn’t talk to him for another two years. Not because of anything other than grief and shame of losing one of his little brothers. One he so desperately tried to save. Jeremy wouldn’t forgive himself for not being able to save Seth from his addiction. Cursing every news article that spoke about him like they knew him and his struggles. At least Jackson didn’t hold any hard feelings. Rekindling with Jackson let Jeremy leave Rebecca behind and fine love in Chrysanthemum “Chrystie” Johnson. Jeremy and Chrystie had a decent sized wedding paid for by her father three years after meeting. Her youngest niece was their flower girl and Jackson agreed to be his best man which was a blessing after none of their other brothers responded to the invitations. Jackson brought along part of Seth that Jeremy could keep close. He put the vile in his pocket with his pocket square. Jeremy got his family a few years after the wedding. A warm happy family that wasn’t going to leave him. His baby brother and his husband and their three kids and his wife and their four beautiful kids.

Bryan Seth Sr. Rebecca Victoria (Roberts) Gordon Markus Ryan Gordon Robert Michael Gordon Bryan Seth Gordon Jr. Emmett Tyler Gordon Forest Victor Gordon Jackson Cole Gordon Matthew Brice Wilson Ophellia Eurydice Wilson-Gordon Dion Lysander Wilson-Gordon Orion Othello Wilson-Gordon

#aftg #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #all for the game headcannons #jeremy david gordon #the gordon family #the six brothers of seth gordon #seth gordon #bryan seth gordon

[cowpants147]

Ok but Andrew being asked "how does it feel to have become so successful?" or something like that and then Andrew, who's never shown any interest in Aaron's career in medicine, answering with a raised eyebrown and saying "my brother is a surgeon, I just play stickball, pretty sure he's got me beat in the success deparment".

Just Andrew silently being proud of his brother even if he doesn't say it often.

#i get soft when i think of andrew and aaron and the complexities of their relationship #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #the foxes #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #tfc #tfc headcannon #aftg headcanon

[constantly-questioning-reality]

neil: you know, I-

the foxes: neil, nO

andrew, already drawing knives: let. the. man. speak.

#aftg headcannon #aftg incorrect quotes #incorrect aftg #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxhole court #the raven king #andreil #the king's men #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #renee walker #tfc headcanon #tfc #aftg brainrot

[high-queen-of-the-court]

Wymack and Kevin headcanons

sad girl hours

Sometimes when Andrew and Neil are being annoying in the dorm and Kevin has a test coming up/ paper due he’ll go to Wymacks house. They’ll both sit quietly together at the kitchen table or on the couch

Wymack tears up the day Kevin leaves Palmetto and joins a pro team. He will never admit this, however, and says it was his allergies. (He’s very proud of his son)

Wymack helps Kevin pick out his apartment every time he moves

Kevin texts Wymack before the foxes play and Wymack texts Kevin before he plays

Every Christmas the two of them trade stories of Kayleigh. They’ll stand out on the patio together for privacy and they can hear the foxes inside the house laughing and talking

Kevin starts calling Wymack “Dad” eventually (then the rest of the og foxes start to as well and it frustrates Kevin. But Wymack knows what’s going on and that it’s different coming from Kevin)

Wymack slings his arm around Kevins shoulders every time they walk away from the court together. The press and fans love it (not as much as they do though)

Since Wymack has a job, he can’t go to every one of Kevin’s games anymore. He still makes sure to stream all of them. If the foxes have a game that night, he’ll listen to the radio stream of that game while he drives the bus.

They have family dinners sometimes (Abby will join them every now and then). It feels like they’re just a normal family without the Yakuza

Despite both of their lives practically revolving around exy, they make sure that’s not their entire relationship. Yes, they talk about it a lot, but they make sure to talk about and do other things too

When Kevin retires he starts coaching and Wymack is a teacher of sorts for him

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #tkm #trk #kevin day x happiness #kevin day #coach wymack #david wymack #aftg headcannon