#dadmack

[fortheloveofexy]

The thing that gets me about Wymack is that he doesn't actually have to bribe Andrew into playing. Wymack already holds three very valuable bargaining chips: Andrew, Nicky and Aaron's free college education.

You see, Andrew doesn't give a shit about himself or if he gets kicked off the team and loses his scholarship. But what he does care about is keeping his promises and keeping his family together, and he can't do that if he and his family have to drop out. Plus, Nicky would be crushed, and Aaron would never forgive him for costing him his one shot at becoming a doctor.

So he needs Wymack, and he needs his family to stay on the team. Thus, it would be very easy for Wymack to use that as leverage to make Andrew play properly. Hell, Andrew probably even expected him to at one point.

And yet, Wymack never once cashes that in.

He doesn't, because doing so would be a betrayal of the fragile trust he's built with Andrew. It would be a power play, further proof for Andrew that older adults only want to take advantage and use him. Proof that Wymack cares more about winning than he does his players. Proof that Wymack isn't who he says he is.

Instead, Wymack plays Andrew's game. He lets Andrew extort him for alcohol and favors in exchange for saving their asses in the goalbox. He lets Andrew think he's getting one up on his coach. In the end, he lets Andrew find his own reasons to play on his own time.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #david wymack #wymack #dadmack

[play-exy-be-sexy]

thinking about the fact that wymack doesn’t ever stay the night places. A) because his foxes don’t like new environments BUT ALSO B) he doesn’t want to have to make the foxes share hotel beds. literally all sport trips i’ve ever been on, it’s four to a room with two beds. you know how much the foxes would hate that? they wouldn’t do it. wymack definitely knows this and makes the sacrifice for his team by driving home in the dead of night.

#he’s so pure #dadmack #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #exy #tfc #the foxhole court #andrew x neil #andreil

[thedeathwitchescats]

Headcannon that when one fox gets sick they ALL get sick. Those mfs drop like flies. Aaron woke up at 6am sick as a dog and by noon every one of those fuckers was in the locker room complaining at Wymack. Who, with Abby, corralled the sickly foxes to the lounge and took care of them.

#aftg #🪓 #dadmack #david wymack #the foxes #the foxes being a family

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

All for the last of us

Aftg x the last of us crossover I mentioned earlier :)

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the foxes #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #aftg fanart #andrew minyard fanart #neil josten fanart #david wymack #coach wymack #dan wilds #aaron minyard #katelyn mackenzie #aftg au #the last of us au #dadmack #andreil fanart #all for the gay #exy is sexy

[feelingthedisaster]

dadmack headcanons

sneezes and snores really loud

calls the foxes by their last name, except when something serious happens

confuses the names

says "i dont care" but actually he cares

some foxes tell him about their problems (especially the older ones that already trust him) he gives them really good advice but at the end he adds "now go, i have paperwork to do"

*grabs a cigarette box and a lighter* *expecting look* "im not gonna give you one" / "you gave one before" / "someone had died in front if you" / "and?" / "god kid, that's...no, go away"

#one day ill make part 2 #aftg #all for the game #coach wymack #david wymack #dadmack #psu foxes #palmetto state foxes #nora sakavic

[violettehoneybee]

Your honor: Baby Neil

he's just so cute and tiny

#aftg #aftg art #aftg trilogy #neil josten #the foxhole court #aftg foxes #all for the game #aftg fanart #aftg shitpost #art #artists on tumblr #artistic #illustration #illustrator #digital illustration #ibispaintdrawing #ibispaintx #neil josten is a menace #Baby Neil #dadmack #👀 #abby winfield

[mcmeasle]

Wymack being the only person Jean can think to call to get an answer on what parental love means and entails

#aftg #all for the game #jean moreau #david wymack #dadmack #the sunshine court spoilers

[ravlykpavlyk]

10 year old kevin: hi dad!

wymack, opening the front door: uh kevin? who is it?

neil behind kevin, covered in bruises and cuts: I'm neil

kevin: he's neil. he likes exy! I'm gonna keep him

#wymack: kevin you cant just keep someone #wymack: he's parents would mind #neil: oh i doubt it #neil: but i think dad would be disappointed that im still alive #wymack: fucking hell #wymack: im gonna adopt you kid #aftg #neil josten #aftg neil #aftg shitpost #all for the game #kevin day #aftg kevin #kevin aftg #wymack aftg #david wymack #dadmack

[willowbird]

for the fic prompt any trans Andrew thoughts? Or trans Neil or trans andreil lol dealers choice

DID SOMEONE SAY TRANSDREIL!?

But I would like to raise you... trans!Kevin. Because it has been STUCK in my HEAD for MONTHS now.

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The knock on the door was heavy but sluggish - more of a crash or a thump than a knock at all. At first, David thought that it was some dumb kid being a jackass (even 5 star hotels had shitty guests), but then it came again. And again. And again.

Then, as David sighed and begrudgingly rolled off his bed to go to the door, he heard a thin, rough voice call through it: "Please... I don't know where else to go..."

David picked up his pace. He did not know what he expected when he jerked the door open, but the teenager standing there was not it - especially not in the state that they were in.

"What the actual fuck, Kaitlyn?

Kaitlyn Day, daughter of world-famous violinist Kayleigh Day and then adopted by Kayleigh's close friend Tetsuji Moriyama in the wake of her mother's death. David had known her for most of her life, albeit from a distance. He had been close with Kayleigh when they'd been younger, and although they'd had something of a falling out shortly before she became pregnant with Kaitlyn they had stayed in touch enough for him to have developed at relationship of sorts with her daughter.

Kaitlyn flinched away from him, actually stumbling backwards quickly enough that her shoulders hit the opposite wall.

"Shit," David cursed, stopping himself from rushing forward. Instead he lifted his hands in a steady, placating gesture and lowered his voice. "Fuck. I'm sorry kid. Don't worry I'm louder than I am mean, you know that. Come on." He stepped back into the room and held the door open for her, doing his best not to stare at the shadows under her eyes or the blood at the corner of her mouth, the bruises starting to form. David Wymack had seen his fair share bruised and battered kids, though, so maybe that was why it was almost more off-putting that, in addition to the physical trauma clearly on display, from the way she held herself to the blood and the bruises, her hair had been chopped off. It hung in uneven chunks around her face, and as she passed by him into the room David saw that there were some patches that had been so close to her scalp the blades had nicked the skin.

Swallowing his questions for the moment, David glanced quickly down the hall -- one way and then the other -- before shutting and locking the door. When he turned back around, Kaitlyn was standing clear on the opposite side of the room, hugging herself and chewing her thumbnail down to the quick.

David gave himself another twenty seconds to get his shit together, then he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Kaitlyn, what the fuck happened?"

Even though his voice was calmer now, steady, she still flinched. David grit his teeth against the bubbling of anger that churned in the center of his body -- a vat of blistering, protective rage that was getting closer and closer to boiling over every time she shirked away from him. Perhaps he did not know Kaitlyn as well as he might have if he and Kayleigh had been better to each other, if they hadn't fallen out in the way that they had, but he didn't have to be in the girl's inner circle to know that this... this timid thing before him was not her.

Kaitlyn Day was a fucking thunderstorm in human form. As captivating as she was terrifying, she was a musical prodigy that had been performing in huge, prestigious venues since she was three years old, first on the piano, then on violin, then flute, before stunning the world yet again when she opened her mouth and started to sing. International cross-genre acclaim was achieved when she was only fifteen, after she and her adoptive brother Riko diverted from classical music in a bold move to form a pop band.

She was an idol, with adoring fans on every continent.

She was also, David was remembering very suddenly and with a sharpness that hurt, an eighteen year old kid. She was a wildfire, but she was not invulnerable, and someone had hurt her.

"Kaitlyn," he said again, and he lowered his voice even further. He made himself as small as he could, sinking down to sit on the coffee table that filled out the small sitting area of the hotel suite.

Again, Kaitlyn's shoulders hitched up and her face turned, her brown condensing into a sharp v of discontent. When David opened his mouth to speak again, though, to plea with her to tell him what the fuck was going on and to demand she point him in the direction of the sorry fuck who touched her, her eyes snapped up to his and he finally saw that it wasn't only fear, it wasn't only pain. Burning right beside whatever trauma she was wrestling with was a bright, effervescent rage.

He snapped his mouth shut.

"No," Kaitlyn said. Her voice was rough, raspy. She cleared her throat and held his gaze as she said more clearly, putting in visible effort to keep herself steady to lift up her chin when her instincts were still begging her to duck it.

"No," she said again. "Not... Not Kaitlyn."

David frowned, confused. "What?"

Then she said, "Kevin."

Still not understanding, David shook his head. "Kaitlyn, what? Who is Kevin?" A thought struck him and he had to curl his hands into fists on top of his thighs to keep from standing. "Is he who did this? Point me in his direction, Kaitlyn, and I swear I--"

"No!" This time, her voice cracked, and there was a desperation in her tone that had David pulling back. Her eyes were wide, every muscle in her body taut. She swallowed thickly around the words he could see her trying to say. Her mouth opened and shut a few times, then she grit her teeth and growled, "No. Me. I'm not Kaitlyn. I am Kevin. Kevin."

Tears, a phenomenon that David had never before witnessed with Kaitlyn and had only ever seen once from her mother, welled suddenly in the girls eyes. Her face was flushed, tinged pink around the hurts. With her hair a chopped mess and her eye visibly beginning to well, the tears added a raw sort of wildness that was so far apart from the rigid control Kaitlyn usually adhered to with zealous enthusiasm that he fleetingly wondered if he was instead talking to a different girl entirely. A long-lost twin.

He shook his head, or at least he went to -- but he aborted the gesture mid-motion as the inkling of understanding tugged at him. He studied her, letting her words turn the lights on one at a time until the pieces finished falling into place.

Then he said, "Kevin." A question, a confirmation.

Jade fire eyes held his own and there was so much weight in that single stare.

After a long, tense moment where David didn't think either of them so much as breathed, the bearer of those eyes gave a single slow nod.

David took in a slow breath and nodded as well. "Alright. Okay. That's... good. Kevin." Slowly, so Kevin didn't think David's motive was violence, David pushed himself to his feet and approached. He lifted one hand and reached out. When the kid didn't flinch away, David rested it on his shoulder.

"Kevin," David said again, and because he was still holding the boy's gaze he saw the moment when Kevin's resolve shattered. The tears he had been battling back broke the dam. His shoulders slumped. His knees trembled. When he stumbled, David was there to catch him and he pulled him easily into his arms. He didn't pretend not to hear the sobs that came next, absorbed by his chest the same way the tears made their new home in the fabric of his shirt.

No, instead he wrapped his arms around him, around Kevin. He rested one hand on the back of his neck and squeezed gently and he said, "Hey, it's alright. I've got you, son. It's alright. I've got you. I'm here."

#aftg #kevin day #trans kevin day #trans kevin au #asks #ficlet prompts #this au lives RENT FREE in my brain right now #i have a TON of ideas #david wymack #dadmack #pov david wymack

[princezukodiangelo]

Well hello, I just read the Sunshine Court and WHAT THE FUCK

THE SUNSHINE COURT SPOILERS AHEAD

Part 1

Bro Renee, Wymack and Abby are such good people. Like, they are already dealing with two mafia kids who are putting all their lives in danger. But this is different.

Kevin was not a thing to the Moriyamas, he was too valuable, he had certain privileges and was not obliged to serve them yet.

Neil, well, Neil is weird, but the foxes didn’t take Neil in knowing what kind of problem that child was. They found out much later, and by then they already loved him so they protected him.

But Jean, Jean belongs completely to the Moriyamas, him, his family they belong to the them, he is supposed to follow their orders no matter what. Abby, Wymack and Renee could easily be killed for stealing him away.

But they do it anyway

They give him a room, and food and take care of his injuries. They give him clothes and figure out everything (Neil too, as he makes the deal with Ichirou) so he doesn’t have to worry about anything but healing.

And when he agrees to play for Trojans, they don’t stop him, they don’t try to make him stay, they know it’s the best for him and try to help him with it.

Renee gives him a cross, pushes away her feelings for Jean and lets him go

Wymack takes him all the way to California just so he’s not alone during the trip and gives him a bunch of money to buy clothes (honestly, how much money does Wymack earn as a couch?)

AND JEAN IS SO CONFUSED

Like, my boy doesn’t understand why these people give a damn about him and go out of his way so he can be safe and comfortable, because he has never been shown that type of kindness, he has never been treated with that type of care.

Even Kevin was never able (or never dared) to protect him from Riko’s cruelty.

But they( wymack, Abby and Renee ) don’t know him well enough, and they still dare to risk their lives for him

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #the sunshine court #jean moreau #david wymack #dadmack #abby winfield #renee walker #Renee and Jean #i love them #nora sakavic

[ace-ephalopod]

Aftg crazy stupid love au

#aftg #aftg fics #aftg crazy stupid love au #my fics #ao3 #Andriel #sethvin #seventh #David Wymack #dadmack #Andrew minyard #Neil josten #Seth Gordon #Kevin day #Kayleigh day

[caffeinated-croissant]

I don't know how many of you realized this yet but Wymack has 3 kids.

Obviously he has Kevin, but Kevin is actually more of the middle child here (i don't care about age, this is in order of receipts). His eldest is Dan, its a 50/50 shot on whether or not she and Kevin get along. Then Wymack's youngest is Neil. Neil gets along stunningly with Dan (no surprise there), Dan would do just about anything for her youngest sibling. Neil and Kevin though love each other (in theory) but are also absolutely at each other's throats any chance they get.

#no i do not take criticism #as a middle child of three ik this is both canon compliant and irl accurate #aftg #neil josten #kevin day #dan wilds #dadmack #david wymack #coach wymack

[paradoxolotl]

Mama Bee

~~

Abby’s door was never locked when she was home, but Andrew still had his keys in hand out of habit. He could smell something warm and slightly charred coming from the kitchen, the low hum of voices not pausing with his arrival. He had been hoping that no one would be home, but he wasn’t about to turn back now.

Toeing out of his shoes, Andrew shuffled down the hall, keeping his steps light. He recognized Wymack’s voice, but not whoever he was with. He could see the pantry from where he stood in the hall, the door slightly ajar. Catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, Andrew debated just leaving. But chances were they were in the dining room and Andrew could sneak in and out without being noticed. When a quick glance down the hall showed no one else, Andrew slipped into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, two bodies were already there, and Andrew locked eyes with who he recognized as Danielle Wilds, the new Fox captain. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and Andrew quickly ducked into the pantry before Wymack could turn around.

“Uh,” she said.

Andrew could feel Wymack’s unimpressed look leveled at him. “See if you can find some manners in there while you’re looking,” he said.

“Fresh out,” Andrew said. “Where is the cocoa.”

“I thought you were at some carnival today,” Wymack ignored Andrew’s non-question with one of his own. There was a pause where he waited for an answer, but Andrew only shuffled the cereal boxes onto a lower shelf. He hummed, and Andrew heard something clatter onto the counter. “You gonna make me pull teeth, kid?”

Andrew moved a few boxes of pasta, rattling them loudly as he did so. “Cocoa.”

“What’s wrong with yours?”

“We’re out,” Andrew said. He swapped the olive oil with the protein bars.

“There’s dirt on your clothes,” Wymack said pointedly. “You gonna tell me what that’s about?”

Andrew shrugged.

Another beat, and then Wymack let out a large breath. “Are you going to turn around and look at me or am I just stuck with the back of your head for company?”

“You’ve got your captain,” Andrew shot back, standing on the tub of flour to push the cans of tomatoes back as far as he could reach. “I just need the cocoa.”

“Turn around,” Wymack said.

“Tell me where the cocoa is.”

The floor creaked as Wymack shifted his weight. “Above the stove.”

Andrew cursed internally. He knew Wymack was standing at the stove, blocking his way. Pushing his tongue against his bottom lip, Andrew shot a quick glance to the kitchen door.

“Don’t,” Wymack said. “Or I’m calling your mother.”

“That’s a low blow,” Andrew grumbled, but finally turned around to face the man.

He focused on his shoulder, bracing himself against the explosive curse falling from Wymack’s mouth. He thought it was perhaps a tad excessive, but said nothing. Wilds was still looking at him, a grilled cheese forgotten on her plate. Andrew’s stomach pinched at the sight, reminding him he hadn’t eaten today.

“Can I have one?” he asked.

Wymack gave him a look that told Andrew that was not what he wanted to hear. “Can you tell me who the fuck hit you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Andrew said. “I just-“

“Doesn’t matter?” Wilds cut him off, and Andrew glared at her, his teeth snapping shut. “You look like you were used as a punching bag!”

“Thank you for the observation,” he drawled. He turned back to Wymack’s thunderous expression and pointed to the pan still on the stove. “Can I have one?”

“I’m calling Abby,” Wymack said, pulling out his phone.

Andrew cracked his knuckles, frustration and anger at being ignored boiling in his chest. “Nothing is broken,” he said, trying to keep his control.

Wymack pointed a finger at him. “Andrew Joseph Dobson you are getting checked over.”

Andrew flipped him off, but Wymack only raised a brow at him. Annoyed with how his day had turned out, Andrew stomped over to the counter and began methodically cutting slices of cheese. He did his best to shut out Wymack’s voice as he assembled his food, glaring at the man until he stepped aside and let Andrew use the pan.

The sound of the butter sizzling and the smell of the peppers and onions had just filled the air when Wilds finally broke. She cleared her throat, glancing between Andrew and Wymack. “Dobson?” she asked. “Like Betsy Dobson?”

“No,” Andrew said.

“Yes,” Wymack said at the same time.

Wilds nodded, appearing slightly amused, if not still lost. “Right.”

“Andrew is a little rough around the edges,” Wymack said.

Andrew flipped his sandwich. “Fuck you.”

“He’s been here since the beginning,” Wymack continued on as if Andrew hadn’t spoken. “A pain in my ass most days, but he’s as much of a Fox as any of you.”

“I will be a Fox,” Andrew corrected, plating his food. He flicked Wilds a glance. “Good luck, Captain.”

She frowned, but Wymack cut in before she could speak. “I thought we talked about this.”

“We did,” Andrew agreed. “And I already told you I was signing with you.”

“That seems premature,” Wilds said carefully.

Wymack shook his head. “He’s the best goalie I’ve seen.” He turned back to Andrew, who popped a piece of crust into his mouth. “And you’re going to consider all your options.”

Andrew hummed. “Sure. And then I’ll sign with you.”

Wymack stared at him for a moment before rubbing his hand over his jaw. “Let me get you some ice,” he grumbled.

Hopping up onto the counter, Andrew tapped his heels against the cupboards below him, busying himself with tearing his food into bite sized pieces. The onion stung the split on his lip, his jaw aching with each bite, but the food settled the turning in his stomach. Accepting the bag of ice passed to him, he pressed it against his eye, his heated skin stinging.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #david wymack #dan wilds #dadmack #para's fics #aftg fic wip #aftg fanfiction #abby winfield #aftg fanfic #the foxes #mama bee

[purpleelephantsocks]

Everytime Wymack uses the phrase "my kids" to refer to the foxes it adds 6 months to my lifespan

#I am so soft for this #dadmack #wymack #like hell yeah those are your kids #aftg #aftg series

[feelingthedisaster]

dadmack

#he is so dad coded i cant #david wymack #coach wymack #dadmack #aftg #all for the game

[violettehoneybee]

Bow do we feel about Hawtie thottie David Wymacl, next time I'll fix his face I swear but 👀

#archive of our own #kevin day #all for the game #fanart #david wymack #davidwymackisadilf #dadmack #davidwymackisaking #aftg art #the foxhole court #the raven king #aftg shitpost