#renee would spar with him

[swampthingking]

neil on the run frequents my mind more than i’d like to admit

so for like the entirety of his time on the run he used fuckin 3 4 or 5-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash and like obviously he knew there were other ones he could pick but it’s dumb to lug three separate bottles of shit when there’s one viable option right there. saves space in his bag, less weight, less time in the store. get in, 5-in-1, get out as fast as possible.

so naturally allison finds out about this. she might have inquired. and of course she’s fucking scandalized to learn about the 5-in-1.

can you. imagine. the overwhelm neil probably feels at the store. and allison (who had dragged him there) is explaining that “this one will help moisturize your curls because [she ruffles a hand through his hair and scrunches his damaged ass hair] [cheap ass splat hair dye ass crunchy fried ass hair] …yeah”

and neil is like ???? frantic as fuck in the store like classic clean ??

repair and protect ??? “from what?”

smooth and sleek ?????? “allison these are all the exact same thing—”

and allison is like “omg wait?? what’s your skin care routine?”

and neil is like ??? “my??? my what??????”

allison is like “…..neil.”

neil shrugs and is like, “i just used the 5-in-1. why would a skin care routine [he kinda sneers it bc he had never heard such a thing before and is annoyed at allison’s gaping mouth] be one of my priorities on the run????”

and now allison is pissed because “how is your skin perfect after the horror you’ve put it through???”

ok and then neil is like [in his thoughts] my skin is not perfect. the scars. blegh. the horrors.

and allison sees it all on his face and she grabs his face in one hand (the other one is full of stuff; y’know how women can just carry a bunch of shit in one hand? yea) and makes him look at her, and his cheeks are all squished, lips are pouted, and she says all resolutely, “i meant it. the scars don’t ruin you. it doesn’t matter what happened to your skin. what matters is that you’re alive despite it. that is perfect.”

and when neil can’t make eye contact anymore he kinda just nods and she stares him down for half a second more and huffs. “but seriously, no acne…” continues down the aisle to the face wash and moisturizer. “no acne at all. so fuckin unfair—” and that’s that

#allison and neil are besties and i STAND BY THAT #andrew handles the wardrobe #allison handles the hygiene #not neil being on a queer eye quest #aftg: queer eye AU #renee would spar with him #matt would have heart-to-hearts #kevin would degrade him ofc (with love) #wait i’m actually dead over this LMFAOOO #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #neil josten #allison reynolds

[dvrcos]

Aaron may not have an eidetic memory like Andrew does but he has a damn good one and he can remember anything he puts even the smallest amount of effort into remembering.

After everything that happened in Baltimore Aaron starts to note every small possibly important (and unimportant) medical fact about the foxes. And he’s not even totally conscious he’s doing it.

He consciously remembers Andrew and Nicky’s blood types. He knows Nicky’s allergic to penicillin and he knows Andrew doesn’t react well to doctors so it’s best for everyone if he can be administered some kind of sedative right away.

And then he thinks he should probably know this stuff for Kevin, and begrudgingly Neil, because they’re part of his strange little family that Andrew’s created. So he quickly and easily finds this information on them (because he’s a Minyard and he just knows how to find the things he needs to know). So he knows their blood types and he knows Kevin still feels residual pain in his left hand but doesn’t show it and try’s to ignore it. He knows Neil heals annoyingly quick from his all too common injuries but he also knows he aggravates those injuries easily by pushing himself too soon.

But it doesn’t stop there, there’s a small itch in the back of his head driving him to find out the important medical facts about the rest of the foxes. So he allows himself to remember their blood types and allergens and tells himself he needs to know incase of an emergency.

But he also notices that Matt has a high tolerance to pain medication whenever he’s being treated by Abby for an injury during practice or a game. And he notes the one type that works for him and keeps multiple bottles on him and in their room. (It’s also the only type that works for Kevin and works best for Neil so he stocks their room with it too)

And he notices that Allison is a slight germaphobe and applies hand sanitizer anytime she has to touch a public door handle or they go out to eat. So he opens as many doors for her as he can despite the confused look he gives her every time and he just glares right back at her. He keeps an extra mini bottle of hand sanitizer in his backpack for her as well and silently passes it to her when she’s forgotten hers.

He notices Dans chronic knee and lower back pain that Abby is constantly treating and how there’s always a rotating rainbow of colorful KT Tape on her. So he keeps an eye on Abby’s stock of tape and when a color is running low he casually mentions it to her to order more and then walks away.

He notices how Renee always picks at the scabs on her knuckles that result from her sparring with Andrew. He figures the wraps she has are getting old and silently leaves a new pair on the counter the next time he’s in the girls dorm, along with a box of bandaids and a tube of antiseptic ointment. He leaves a matching set of supplies in Andrew’s dorm as well just to be safe.

He doesn’t consciously realize that what he’s doing is protecting and taking care of the Foxes. But the others catch on and smile fondly at him because he’s letting himself care for them and become part of their family.

And the one time Dan mentions what he’s doing for them he looks at her like she’s crazy. He tells himself, and her, that that’s not what he’s doing, he’s just a future doctor and someone needs to take care of these injury prone idiot athletes and no one else besides him and Abby are going to do it right.

Aaron would definitely be so observant and acutely aware of the Foxes physical well beings despite him insisting he doesn’t care and hates them all. But he basically becomes Abby’s right hand man and teams second nurse because it’s good practice for his future and he knows them.

#doctor Aaron Minyard #Aaron showing his care in strange ways is canon to me #he doesn’t trust anyone else to properly take care of them #but their endless list of medical issues is also going to be the death of him #aaron minyard #aftg #aftg aaron #all for the game #andrew minyard #kevin day #neil josten #renee walker #alison reynolds #matt boyd #dan wilds #nicky hemmick

[xasafi]

First of all...

Hell yeah! TSC will have two books (and most likely two POVs - Jean's obviously, and it seems like Jeremy's POV is also confirmed!) YES!

Now, onto the... other stuff Nora posted.

"TSC1 has made me sadder than all 3 books of aftg" Ouch. How am I supposed to survive this?!

"but he needs to be an autumn baby, fall is for dying things" Yo, what the fuck Nora? WHAT. THE. FUCK.

It seems like TSC will indeed explore the relationship between Neil and Jean and I couldn't be happier! This is all I wanted (well, this and Jerejean but we all know which one was more likely to happen...)

Also, Jeaneil had been making-out in the Nest in previous drafts before Nora realized Neil is ace? Wow. Okay, okay. I'm fine.

Spicy scenes in TSC2? Um. I have mixed feelings about this, tbh.

"if yall were genuinely sane you wouldn't have liked aftg yes???" Well, yes. That is correct.

We got a short description of Andreil from Jean's POV?! Dreams do come true, thank you Nora.

Andrew is the older twin apparently. I kinda liked the idea that Aaron was the older one but honestly, it fits.

In most drafts Neil kissed Andrew first? Oh, wow. This is interesting.

Nora said once again that to her Andreil are versatile in bed. Yes, yes. We love to see it.

Andrew's future without Neil would have been "empty & meaningless". Oh god... I'm so glad they found each other and were able to stay together because holy fuck.

Neil would totally buy all the Fox merchandise. Yup, that's our #1 Foxes fan.

Andreil learning Russian or ASL together? My heart.

Nora claims that she would only do small changes in extra content... Does this mean no Jerejean? :(

Andrew used to hook-up with Renee after sparring in previous drafts before Nora made him gay?! WTF. Nope, I'm not even gonna acknowledge that. I didn't see it, this is not true, nope. NOPE.

"one day ppl will learn to stop asking me questions" I'm afraid we won't, even if we don't always like the answers.

Soo...

Can the spring come faster?

#aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #jean moreau #andreil

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Categorical (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aemond needs to blow off some steam, so you offer to verbally spar with him. 

Warnings: Smut. Oral sex (F receiving) Friends/ Academic rivals to lovers. Torturing of philosophers.

A/N: Man, translating modern texts into High Valyrian is a pain. I did my best. Also look! My first Aemond smut. For nerdy explanations, go beneath the dots. 

“No.” You laugh, placing your cup down. “You will not convince me of Archmaester Rene's superiority to Septon Immanuel.”

It's very late on the library. You are sitting cross-legged on top of the table, Aemond properly sat on a chair. If a Maester were to see you, or god forbid, a Septa, you would be scolded until their face turned red. 

You shouldn't be here. Not in the library or alone with him, either. A loud feast is going on outside, to celebrate Princess Rhaenyra and her sons. Neither of you wanted to stay for longer than was strictly required. 

It had been your idea. Noticing how pent-up the Prince was becoming, you had offered to come here in the hopes of letting him blow off some steam in a constructive way. If you had been taught how to handle a sword, you would have invited him to the courtyard. But you had been born a woman near Oldtown. Words were your preferred weapons. 

“Rene shaped his era!” Aemond protests, brandishing the Second Meditation in his hand. “Without him, Immanuel would be nothing.” 

You scoff. Here he goes again. One would think, for such a devout man, he would be kinder to the Septon’s views on philosophy.

“That's a bit much. Did Prince Aegon spike your drink?” 

Aemond and you… It was a weird thing. As the daughter of a member of the small council, you had been brought to King’s Landing to foster alongside Princess Helaena. But as a girl from The Reach, you had little interest in embroidery and chasing bugs. No, you were more interested in learning politics and new languages. It meant that you were closer to her brother than her. 

At first, both of you had been hesitant to break out of your roles, but soon, having someone who was as passionate as you were about learning turned seductive. Sometimes, too seductive. 

“Perhaps you are right.” The Prince laughs, and you let your expression turn hopeful for a second. Had you finally defeated Aemond in an argument? You could actually dance from happiness because the man was as stubborn as they came.  "Only on being a bit much. Because while that might have been exaggerated, you know I am right about any Maester being superior to the Septons in terms of exploration of philosophical themes. Septons stray into ethics too much, and do not solve the truly important questions.” 

“And what is exactly wrong with ethics?” You frown. You have dedicated yourself to the pursuits of understanding how a rational human being behaves in society. It's interesting, as an overthinker. Obsessing over the existence of a universal way of doing the right thing occupies most of your days. 

How different would life be, if there was a universal guideline to follow and have things always turn right? How easier, if you knew how to get the best outcome, each time?

“Nothing, I guess. If you like ethics, I am willing to indulge you. But Immanuel?”  Aemond shakes his head, sliding the book to a corner of the table. It’s opened in the middle of one of the passages, one you know well.

One you hate well, too. A thing that thinks. A thing that doubts. Cogito ergo sum. You were not sold on the idea of reality being the product of a particularly malicious demon, but it was on-brand for Aemond. To you, instead, it ended up reading more like the ramblings of a madman. 

“What’s wrong with him? His work is revolutionary!” And it is true. You are not exaggerating. No one else has done such a thorough job of explaining how one should behave, and how society and laws play into our choices. 

“Who likes him, anyway? He is a nightmare.” Aemond shakes his head. 

“To your logic self, perhaps. I find him very inspiring.” You try to keep a straight face as you say it, but your lips are twitching into a smile. 

You are morally obligated to defend Immanuel's honor. He is the basis of your whole studies. But you have to admit, he is not the easiest read. Or the most interesting. The Archmaester is much more compelling in that aspect, but you would rather die than prove Aemond right. 

“You are lying through your teeth right now. What would the Septon think of that?” 

“Oh, shut up, you. It still doesn't prove your point.”  And honestly, it’s a tactic so low, it impresses you. Moral attacks? Really? You grin at Aemond and he grins back, knowing you caught him red-handed. He shrugs. 

“Do you want me to prove my point?” His hand taps on your knee.  The Prince is not meant to touch you like this, no matter how innocent. You are not supposed to be this close to a man who is not part of your family or your betrothed. Yet, he never seems to care. 

You and Aemond touch often. Always innocent touches, of course. A hand that lingers too long when passing over a quill. Lips that drink from the same cup, from the exact place your lips have left a mark. You circle each other, you chase each other. 

You marvel each time he does, at the wonderful reactions he manages to prompts from you. Heart skipping a beat, palms getting sweaty, pupils dilating. You are in love. So in love it hurts, and it tears at you, but also feels like floating and sitting on the softest clouds. 

It’s exquisite, the pain of loving. Overwhelming. Like standing in the freezing rain. Makes you feel so alive but so utterly lonely, knowing the object of your affections will never see you as you want him too. 

You are his friend. The one he can count on to discuss the latest book or the intricacies of a long forgotten society. Never a woman. 

How you long for him to look your way, just once. For his eye to linger on your lips a little too long. His hands to stray away from proper touches, towards intimate caresses. 

And it hurts, when it doesn’t happen. You clear your throat, vanish those thoughts, and plaster a smile on your face. It’s easy, pulling witty remarks out of the tip of your tongue. It always is, with him. The debate manages to be lively and profound, minds bouncing from topic to topic until you exhaust yourselves. You make each other better, sharper, smarter. 

"Of course, Prince of Arguing.” You tease, eyes crinkling at the corners. “No rhetoric. Or fallacies. Tu quoque.” 

“I don't need them. I can do it with pure empirical evidence.” Aemond taunts right back, leaning forward on his chair. It sounds strange. More charged than usual. The tension between the two of you building, rising. Suddenly, it’s not a conversation about Septon Immanuel and Archmaester Rene. 

“Oh?” 

It’s all the permission he requires. Aemond gets up, abruptly. The chair falls back with a loud clatter. Neither of you pay it any attention. 

“Look me in the eye.” He says, stepping closer. Your breath hitches at the proximity, but you decide there is nothing wrong with indulging him. The library is empty and no one will look for either of you. “Iksā iā run bona iotāpagon.” 

You arch an eyebrow. Of course, he picks the one language you have yet to be able to master. 

“Valyrian. How fancy.” 

Aemond ignores you. You have no choice but to look up at him, with the way he is looming over you. This close, you can see his pupils are blown, and he looks slightly nervous. Does he think you are a dragon, perhaps, that he is speaking High Valyrian in such a soothing tone? You are about to make that joke, but it dies in your throat when he gets even closer, nose nearly bumping against yours. 

"Bona umbagon, bona vestras kessa, bona vestras daor.” He mutters, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You tilt your head up, like a flower moving to follow her sun. Whatever he is saying, you don’t know, but you recognize the words for yes and no. You do not dare speak, afraid of breaking whatever is finally building up between the two of you. 

So many months spent playing cat and mouse, so many months making him give chase. Queen Alicent gushing about how good you would look together, how much she wants another daughter. Nights spent in the library, arguing just for the sake of it. 

It doesn’t feel like a game, anymore. 

Aemond leans forward, pupil dilated and dark. “Bona gīmissiks byka.” His nose bumps against yours. Your pulse accelerates. To jump or not to jump? His eye goes from yours, to your lips. You watch the slight smug quirk of that smart mouth you love so. It’s then when you get a hold of yourself. You love him too much to lose him to this if it were to go wrong. That line you don’t dare cross. You try to get off the table you are sitting on. 

Aemond grabs your arm, not forcefully, but enough to hold you in place. You could get out of it if you wanted to. 

“Bona daor gīmissiks olvie.” He whispers, carefully cupping your cheek in his hand. Helpless against him, you nuzzle his hand. Fervently, as if promising something, anything, he keeps going. “Bona ēza jorrāelagon, vēdros, ebas, daoriot ebas.” 

Jorrāelagon. Love. A confession. For your ears only, in a way that fits both of you. High Valyrian has always been the language of the arts, after all.

Unable to resist him any longer, you kiss him. Forgetting all about how you should behave, how the library is empty and that if you two get caught, your reputation would be ended. You just couldn’t wait anymore.  

You would know his voice among a thousand voices. That's why you know, even when it is a whisper, that Aemond is still speaking into the kiss, smugly. 

“Bona ēza ēdrugon, bona ēza dijāves.” 

You kiss him harder. He is quoting something against your lips, against your skin, as he presses lush and desperate kisses to the skin of your jaw. As you suck a bruise in the hollow of his throat. 

He pushes you gently to lay on the table, giving you a wicked look. When you nod, Aemond hikes up your skirts, exposing your legs and lower stomach. 

“And to think we could have been doing this for so long.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your belly button, smiling as you squirm desperately. 

“Quoting things in High Valyrian?” You ask, unable to not tease him. 

“That, too.” He laughs. “If you knew it, you would have figured out it was Rene's Second Meditation.” 

You laugh, soon melting into a moan when he starts nibbling at your thighs. 

“I’m not sold on his superiority, yet.”

“Trust me, my Lady.” Aemond grins. “When I am finished, you will be singing his praises.” 

“Aemond…” You say, suddenly apprehensive. Despite trusting him, you are a smart and educated woman. You know that even a hint of doubt could ruin your reputation. And while you would gladly give your maidenhead to him, you do not feel comfortable enough to enjoy it. “I… We are not married.” 

“I know.” He says, taking your hand in his and squeezing it. “I’m not that kind of man.” 

“What are you doing, then?” You push yourself up on your elbows, to be able to look at him. Aemond remains crouched between your legs, busy with sucking a bruise on the juncture between thigh and hip. 

“Finally, a subject where I am more knowledgeable than you.”  The Prince smirks, before licking over your hole. You bite your lower lip to keep quiet, trying to stay still on the table. 

“My Prince…” You whine. It’s a strange feeling, but a pleasurable one. His mouth is scorching hot over your sex, and his tongue is doing things that you are pretty sure are considered a sin by the Faith of the Seven. A shame you were never very religious. 

You cannot think straight, with the way his tongue is lazily playing with your pearl. You try to be polite about it, but the moans leave your mouth unabashedly. If it were not for the feast happening outside, the whole Red Keep would hear your moans. You hope the music is enough to drown it. For your sake and his. 

“Ah, weren’t you the most eloquent Lady in The Reach? Finish your sentence.” Aemond mocks, pulling back. It doesn’t make any sense to you, your line of thought long-lost to the pleasure he is delivering you. Unashamedly, you try to grind your hips against his face, but Aemond just tuts. “Use your words.” His voice is filled with the same smugness as when he beats Ser Criston on the training yard, or manages to make you change your mind on a subject. 

The respite lets you think. Without him assaulting your senses, you try to recall what it was that you two were discussing. Knowledge. Aemond had been saying he had more knowledge than you about something, and his phrasing had been ambiguous. You had been about to ask him what he meant. 

“I meant to…” He swirls his tongue around your pearl, making you cut off your question, again. He keeps at it, making your voice turn shaky. You cannot think straight, or speak without moaning. Not with the way his tongue presses at your entrance, not with how he keeps torturing your poor pearl. The bud throbs and feels swollen, and you can tell he is taking advantage of it. “Ask. I was going to… Prince Aemond!” 

“What?” Aemond sits back on his heels, perching his chin on your thigh. Caressly, he takes off the eye patch. You respectfully don’t look.  You know it’s not because he trusts you, or because he wants you to see it. It’s because he is about to dive right in between your thighs and with how wet you are, the garment would get soaked. And it would show. You know your body well enough to know that your juices would stain the dark leather. 

Eventually, the night will come to an end and you two would have to return to your separate chambers through hallways full of people. If the Prince were to walk back with a stained eye patch, tongues would talk. More so, when your absence was noted. Half the Red Keep knows already how much time you spend together. He would not risk the stain on your reputation or on his. If it were found out you two were partaken in such deviant acts, both of you would be shunned. 

So, keeping your eyes firmly on the ceiling to not embarrass him or force him to share something he is not ready for yet, you speak. 

“I can’t speak with your mouth doing… Doing… That!” 

Your cheeks burn. You are unsure how to name the act, and if perhaps you got over your shyness, you would ask him. 

Aemond's response is clipped. Irritated. 

“You should have thought about it before denying us for so long. Keep arguing. Or I’ll stop.”  And it’s not your fault, really. It’s not like you were doing it on purpose. On the contrary. So focused on your feelings of admiration towards the Prince, you had been blind to his. You had never thought your love was reciprocated, and so were set on stomping on it until nothing but friendship and camaraderie remained. 

Never would you have thought him angry at your constant shying away. The thought makes butterflies surge in your stomach. The fact that Aemond wants you so much that he is angry at the thought of not having you sooner has you weak at the knees. 

Aemond takes your pearl between his lips, once more. He is careful, so the pleasure only edges to uncomfortable. You whine. He pulls away. You scream out on betrayal, before remembering exactly what Aemond asked you to. 

“I meant… Ask if you meant you knew…” And back at it, he goes, this time rewarding you by licking a path from your hole towards your pearl. “Ah! More than me in…” 

Too lost in your pleasure, you grab a handful of his hair, bucking your hips on his face. At this angle, Aemond’s nose rubs you just right, and you find yourself chasing the friction. 

“Go on. I quite enjoy where this is heading.” He snickers, the vibrations doing wonders to make you lose your line of thought even more. But the threat of him stopping the wonderful, wonderful things he is doing is enough for you to rack your brain for anything to say. 

“Knew more about matters of the flesh or if you meant… Aemond, Aemond, stop it! I can’t think.” You beg, on the verge of tears. Just as you are speaking, he starts sucking hard on your pearl. You have never, in your life, been as frustrated. It’s impossible to do his bidding when he is torturing you. Aemond has set you up for an impossible task. You would rather have the feeling stop than have to endure it a bit longer. Your body trembles, shaking and writing on the table. “High Valyrian!” 

“Both. A few times.” Aemond answers, and you mumble back something incoherent. You are near something, a cusp of pleasure so intense you fear you might shatter from the force of it. You scream, shrill and high, feeling your body absolutely gush at his ministrations. 

As you pant down from your high, Aemond tenderly fixes your skirts. He smooths your dress down, making sure there are no creases or suspicious stains. Completely at ease, as if he was not making you reach a peak that had your legs shaking mere moments ago, Aemond puts back on his eye patch. 

You remain laying on the table, flushed and sweaty from the exertion. He gives you a mischievous look, and leans down to kiss you. 

“Will you teach me, my Prince?” You ask, when you two part. It comes out more eager than you would have wanted, but you don’t care. You are not afraid anymore of showing how head over heels you are for him. And in the typical fashion of Targaryen men, Aemond seems to delight in the attention. 

“Trust me. I intend to.” He pulls you to a sitting position. Still shaky, you cling to him. Aemond keeps grooming you, fixing your hair and tugging at your sleeves. You rest your head against his breastbone. 

“Long engagement?” 

“Short. I would marry you tomorrow, were I able to.” He answers, as he fixes a button that had come undone in all your trashing. Then, he grabs the Second Meditation and presses it into your hand. “So?” 

“Yes. You win. Archmaester Rene is superior to Septon Immanuel.” 

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Credits: 

The ideas that Aemond and the reader are discussing belong, of course, to Kant and Descartes. The Second Meditation of Descartes as a prelude to sex was my sexual awakening, during a philosophy class at like… I don’t know. Sixteen? There is this show our philosophy teacher showed us, where a philosophy teacher is the main character.  Merlí. In the first episode, the Philosophy teacher seduces the English teacher by reciting the Second Meditation in the original French.  As the years passed, and I too entered my love and hate philosophy phase, I never lost that memory.  I really wanted to write something with it, and my Aemond’s fics tend to be more artsy. 

Also, forgive me for using philosophy from the 1500 - 1600 AC. I just can’t find it in myself to make the debate on how many angels can dance on a pinhead fascinating (That one would be period, although not Westeros, accurate) Hm. I should have gone for Aquino, maybe. 

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond smut #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x fem!reader #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

Renee is muscular af because

She’s a goalie. I’m pretty sure you have to be pretty strong for that right?

She does sparring sessions with Andrew. The same short guy who tackled 6 foot something Matt. OFCOURSE she’s strong she wouldn’t stand a chance against him otherwise. Don’t “he would go easy on her” at me. he wouldn’t. He didn’t. Don’t you remember that one scene in trk??? Are you serious????

BECAUSE SHE DESERVES TO BE!!!!!!!!!! AND I SAID SO!!!!

#and she also goes to the gym along with all the other foxes obvi #SHES A GAOLIE FOR EXY OFC SHE IS #don’t even try and fight me on this #aftg #all for the game #Renee walker #Renee aftg #andrew minyard

[mykelneedssleep]

Idk if anyone has said this before but I feel like Neil is a very physically affectionate person. Throughout his entire childhood and life on the run him and his mom were essentially pressed side by side, even sleeping in the same bed. Once she dies and he has no one that he feels he can trust he’s much more adverse to touch but one he begins trusting the foxes as his family he becomes more physical with them. I don’t think Neil would ever necessarily be the one to initiate contact with the foxes (obviously exception being Andrew) but he finds that he’s not adverse to them touching him. Matt’s hugs and Nicky’s arm around his shoulders, Allison grabbing his hand to lead him through a store, Wymack patting him on the back when he’s done a good job, Renee brushing a light hand over the bruises she gave him when they sparred, Kevin’s hands on his shoulders while they talk on the court, Dan gently shoulder checking him when she passes him in the hallway or on the court smiling when he turns to her with a halfhearted glare. He finds a comfort in their physical presence in his life as much as the emotional, the weight of their hands that he can feel and know is real, that they’re all still there, and they’re safe.

With Andrew it would take a different form since Andrew himself is adverse to touching people, not necessarily touching Neil but touching in general. He becomes more comfortable with it the longer they’re together but there are always going to be days when he just can’t, and there will always be days where Neil can’t either. There’s days where they will sit pressed together for hours, where Neil’s head will rest on Andrew’s lap, they will kiss and laugh and everything will be fine. There’s days where they can’t be touching for more than a few minutes before one of them has to move, where the closest they get to sitting together is on opposite sides of the couch where Neil’s turned sideways and one of his calves resting on Andrew’s thigh. There’s worse days where Neil will simply cross his ankle over Andrew’s from multiple feet away, one small point of contact to remind each other that they’re still there. And the days where even that is impossible, where any point of contact is a source of panic so they sit on opposite sides of the room, observing each other on occasion but never actually touching.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #all for the game #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #matt boyd #renee walker #allison reynolds #david wymack

[stick-ball]

Serious question, but how do you think Andrew being taller-tall would affect plot and in what way. I always have hard time seeing him as this steady image of safety mainly because of his size.

I am an Andrew lover first and foremost so I accept him in every shape and size he may come in xd

Okay, but seriously now. I think him being taller would've definitely altered some points of the plot. The first thing that comes to mind is his relationship with Neil. Neil from the get-go makes us aware that due to his father's abuse, he is scared of not only older but taller men. They read as a threat. If Andrew was a big guy and had not the puppy dog personality of Matt, Neil would probably have a much harder time trusting him or opening up to him. Their relationship might've gone differently. All of Andrew's actions would've been interpreted with distrust, as they are anyway at the start, but the root would be in a much deeper fear.

I also think that's crucial for Andrews character. He is, as you said, seen by us as the image of safety - but that's Neil's opinion. that's how he sees him. Most people look down on him, only those who are keenly aware danger is not always about brute strenght don't make fun of the red flag he comes waving around in every situation. Neil or Riko aren't tall either, so they know what kind of things he can still be capable of without the proper moral limitations. Kevin, Jean and Renee will know that to, due to their experiences.

Still, most people don't see him as a threat, or as strong, the size is a point of ridicule but also a point of tactical advantage for him. If they don't take you seriously they don't see you coming for them, do they? Add the label of "psychotic" which is also thrown around in contempt, on the edge if being a slur by some characters and there you go. He's not seen as strong, he's seen as a train running of the tracks, about to crash in a nearby town.

There are only a few that know better, as it usually is in life, which, proper advantage. I would say the only reason Andrew was on parole with the requirement for medication after he almost killed those 4 guys who attacked Nicky before the first book happens - instead of being locked up for it instead - was due to his size. If he was a big guy he would be treated much more harshly, especially with his previous criminal record.

Another thing this point brings up is how I read a couple posts in the past, where people thought it improbable that Drake managed to get Andrew concussed and at his mercy so easily in the Thangsgiving scene, since Andrew is supposed to be so strong. (This isn't criticism, im just giving my own outview)

Be that as it may, size does matter. Andrew is strong and dangerous for many, and he could best probably most of the people reading this in a fight no sweat. But you know what's the reason for that? He's prepared. He actually knows how to fight. There are scenes in canon and ec If im not mistaken, that bring it up. I've been trained in martial arts since I was 4 years old (on G-d no cap) and I can, and did, manage to take down many guys twice my size and strenght because of that - but that's because I was smarter, or quicker, or my technique and endurance was better. Andrew spars, Andrew has training while most people don't. Just because a guy is twice his size doesn't mean he actually knows how to use his body weight to land a solid punch, doesn't mean he has the instinct and proper form to block a fist coming at his side thats gonna push all air out of his lungs. So yeah, against people less trained than him, he has a chance.

Tw: discussion of the thanksgiving scene, psychological trauma, ambush situations.

But Drake is a marine. He has extensive training, worse - he has the tactical advantage of surprising him, and worst of all - the force of trauma that comes with being suddenly attacked by one of your worst fkn horrors. It's a ambush and he has every single ace up his sleeve. I've been in a situation like that once, so I can imagine the complete and utter short-circuit Andrew's brain must have gone in in those precious seconds that would give him an even chance against Drake. But then, Drake is as much a physical as psychological horror, and it's no wonder the fear that brings make Andrew spiral into dissociation as a coping mechanism.

End of the triggering stuff!

In the end, though, safety in my opinion is about more than physical strenght. Sometimes it's just having someone by your side even if there's no chance of making it to the other side. That type of support can make anyone keep going. And I think that more than anything else is what Neil sees him as. He is, to make it cliché, the lighthouse bringing him to the safety of shore in a midnight storm. (I will shut up now bcs the fever must be getting worse if im saying shit like this).

thank you for this ask, I live to talk about andrew minyard ❤️❤️❤️

#andrew minyard #andrew minyard headcanon #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg #andrew minyard meta #neil josten #i play therapy guru agai #nora sakavic

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

There are exactly three foxes who don't manspread:

1- Nicky, from being forced to sit properly in church all his life. He slouches though.

2- Renee. She can if she wants to look fierce (pre-games and when sparring andrew) but overall she follows her skirts' width

3- Kevin. I just know he keeps a perfect posture all the time and although you'd think his ego would make him spread he is more used to make himself smaller for Riko. He manspreads when he's drunk.

#idk where this came from #(is from an andrew art where he's sluttyngly spreading his legs) #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #kevin day #nicky hemmick #renee walker

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wipw aerie! may i request some guardian angel neil (my beloved)? ♡

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 140)

“Yes!” Nicky claps excitedly. “We’ll all be so fucking cute! What are we going to be?”

“Since it’s two days till Halloween, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’ll be slim pickings.” Kevin says, then he plops his headphones back on. He’s probably right, but who is Andrew to deny his cousin a trip to the mall?

“Oh. That’s true.” Nicky starts to pout. “If all else fails, we could always sneak into the upperclassmens’ dorms and steal their sheets.”

“Why…?” Kevin asks, his face scrunched in confusion.

“To make ghosts, duh.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, “Because they don’t hate us enough.”

“Personally, I’m rooting for that idea.” Andrew says, because he loves pissing people off. Especially the upperclassmen. He wonders what color ghost Renee’s sheets would make and how angry she would get. She wouldn’t. Not outwardly anyway.

Even if she got angry at him, Neil would—

Oh shit. Neil is real now. And he already has it out for Renee because of that sparring accident the other day. Andrew remembers Neil’s knife and thinks that maybe they shouldn’t piss anyone off. Just in case.

#<333 #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️ #answered #kirsctein

[palmettoshitposts]

some andrew & renee thoughts

andrew likes renee because she’s not afraid to confront him, contradict him or say no to him. she’s not afraid of him at all.

renee is easily more dangerous and andrew knows and respects that. renee has a grasp on how to use knives better than andrew could ever imagine (before neil, at least) and it leaves him more than slightly in awe.

the whole sparring thing came about because when andrew pushed her one practice early on, she pushed back harder and they started fighting

she definitely hurts his feelings once or twice and he lies awake at night thinking about it. what bugs andrew that what she’s said is right. comments that are just observational in nature about his behaviour or character but they cut because he trusts her opinion on things.

one time, she just calls him out on something he thought she’d support him on - some stupid opinion - and he’s offended and irritated. and renee never says I told you so, so she just shrugs and moves on.

renee calls andrew out on being a misogynist. andrew is initially confused but renee bullies him into being a feminist. that’s how their friendship works. most of this takes place on the roof. before that was andrew and neil’s place (and even after), it was andrew and renee’s. but renee has no interest in smoking, so she joins him by bringing tiny bottles of bubbles and punctuating her sentences by blowing them. the one time andrew calls her a bitch, she just responds with ‘don’t🫧be🫧a🫧misogynist🫧’. weirdly, it works.

andrew likes renee because she’s all sharp edges and imperfections. andrew’s had more than enough of the horrors that lie behind the perfect facade.

when you get close to renee, you learn she’s got crooked teeth and a honky laugh. when she dyes her hair, it’s because of sheer boredom but she has a list of her next ten hair colours in her notes on her phone. andrew knows these things, and knows that knowing them is a privilege. he keeps this to himself.

renee can be spiteful and rude. renee can be snappy and unkind. but she acknowledges these things and takes accountability in a way that’s totally revolutionary for andrew.

she rarely apologises. one time, early on, a remark she makes at his expense is far too cutting and he’s not mad about it but clearly it’s impacted her. she apologises later on, carefully and sincerely, and it’s the first apology andrew has ever fully believed, even if he doesn’t think it’s required. he shrugs her off and she knows exactly what it means.

andrew never admits it aloud, but what he deep down loves about renee is how she can make him a better person.

she gently nudges him and his rigid thinking along the path of self development and it’s something he would never thank her for but he is endlessly grateful for.

#ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes i don’t have my glasses on but i have thoughts to share #teehee i feel like that got a bit personal at the end #shout out to the people who make you a better person without even trying #renee and andrew friendship supremacy #big wlw supporting mlm energy #admin: 🔮 #aftg #all for the game #palmetto shitposts #kefu shenanigans #psu foxes #renee walker #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #trk #tkm #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #seth gordon #david wymack #rambles

[kazzyboy]

Andreil and arguing.

So, I’m pretty sure Nora mentioned something about them fighting in the extra content— I could be just making this up, considering I have the memory of a walnut, but apparently they’d give each other the cold shoulder. Again, that could be wrong, but I disregard half of the extra content anyway.

I don’t exactly know what they would fight about. Maybe Andrew kicked the upperclassmen back too hard. Maybe Neil is in a nasty mood and Andrew says something wrong. People are bound to fight, over one thing or another. It could be stupid. It could be Andrew pushing Neil to stand up to Jack. It could be Neil pushing Andrew’s buttons a little too hard. The one thing I do know, however, is that they are both petty as fuck. So, things heat up and snap and there are harsh, biting words exchanged, because that’s how they are, what they were raised (by themselves) into— and then it is deathly silent. Shoulders cold enough to give the rest of the team frostbite. The upperclassmen end up with Neil hanging out in their room more— Dan, Matt, and Allison all expected this would happen, that Andrew would be too hard-headed or violent, but they stay quiet about it, unwilling to beat a dead horse. Renee doesn’t talk to Neil about it, but hangs around him more than usual. Neil is pissed that he has a chaperone, but reminds himself he’s not mad at her. He’s not even mad at Andrew, really. He’s just mad. Instead, Renee (gently) confronts Andrew about it. His gaze is dark— he tells her they stepped on each other’s feet, and that’s just how it always was. Renee takes this and they spar. Andrew is angrier than usual— his blows are sloppy and fueled by emotion. Renee leaves with more than a few bruises, but also with reassurance.

Andrew takes the monsters to Eden’s more, and worries a drink in his hand without ever taking a sip. He spends the nights chewing on a unlit cigarettes, tells everyone who tries to talk to him to fuck off and eat shit. Kevin has to pound on his door in the mornings so they can get back to Palmetto.

It lasts for weeks. The Foxes are getting worried— Wymack asks Neil about it and isn’t graced with a response. Neil is tired, wants Andrew back, but he’d be damned to give in. He survived years on the run and years alone. He didn’t need anybody— especially not Andrew, or his cunning words or his golden hair or his bordering-on-amber eyes. Wymack leaves when the grinding of Neil’s teeth gets too loud.

Andrew gives in first. He goes to the roof, where he knows Neil is because there are gray clouds on the horizon and Neil loves this kind of weather. Neil is sitting there, legs dangling off the edge. His school bag is thrown half-hazardously a few feet behind him, notebooks full of Fox doodles spilling out. Andrew walks to the edge, a few feet from Neil. The cigarette between his lips is unlit. He stands there until the sun starts to slip below the horizon. Practice will start soon. Andrew sits down, a little closer to Neil. If Neil notices him, he doesn’t show it. A couple of minutes pass before Neil moves, slow and gentle, and nudges an unopened bottle of whiskey towards him. Andrew doesn’t touch it, but takes the cigarette out of his mouth, lights it, and sets it on the edge. Neil knocks it off just to watch it go flying.

“That’s a fire hazard.” Andrew says, stomach flipping for a second before he stops watching the cigarette plummet. Neil only hums. Andrew lights another. It’s quiet for a long time, before Neil’s ringtone knocks him out of his trance. Kevin is demanding to know why he isn’t at practice yet. Neil tells him they’ll be there in a second. Andrew’s phone goes off three times before they drag themselves from the roof. They’ll talk about it later, but, for now, there’s a truce.

The Foxes are bad at hiding their surprise when they show up, but no one says anything to them directly as they show up together, practically attached at the hip. Renee offers a smile and Wymack’s voice is less grim than usual as he divides them into teams— Renee, Dan, Allison, Aaron and Matt, Andrew, Neil, and Kevin. The freshman and Nicky are subs.

To no ones surprise, Andrew and Neil completely obliterate the competition.

#let’s play stickball they said #it’ll be fun they said #andreil #andriel #all for the gay #aftg #all for the game #kazisatitagain #stickball #sports #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #writing roadkill #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #matt boyd #david wymack

[spookyscaryfox]

i got so bryan seth gordon and polyamory pilled that i invented polyam seth/allison/renee au.

it's v form triad even though none of them know it's called that. all they know that while allison is on and off with seth, she's also looking at renee and renee is sending those vibes back.

in a better world, where seth survives od and gets better, stops tearing team apart with animosity towards monsters, where renee allows this to happen, allison draws her in. renee stood no chance. and seth looks at her sometimes, commiserating — that's ally for you — and renee responds with a fond smile — yes, she is like that.

connection to allison does not make renee and seth friends automatically but it offers possibilities to become ones.

(renee has to bleach and dye her hair every month. seth just bleaches his to look less like his brothers. usually allison helps them both but once she just dumped seth on renee with bleach and brushes and departed, citing that she's busy and they can help each other. they did. it's a nice ritual to have.)

it's a strange thing for seth. how do you treat a girl your girlfriend looks at longingly? even his homophobia and possible left over misogyny aside, how do you talk to her?

(what if allison chooses her over you, seth? yes, she struggled more than you and has baggage three times yours but she's nicer. sweeter. when she thinks you can't see she holds ally's hand like a knife: carefully, respectfully, like something revered. what do you do with that?)

allison's brutal honesty keeps seth out of habit of lying to himself and offers a breath of fresh air to renee. when he asks: me or her? she says: both equally and differently. he has to reckon with the fact that he can have allison like this or not at all.

(he will never know, but if he broke off things that one time, it would have been the last.)

he deals with it good, all things considered. couple of fights and nights spent blindly drunk and high notwithstanding. rare edges of renee — knives, spars with andrew, quiet no when faced with drugs — help to reconcile with the notion of sharing.

renee didn't care for him before she entered the relationship with allison. he was on a periphery and if something happened to him that upset allison she would have been understanding but she did not consider him her own the way she did with the girls.

after seeing him with allison she has to reckon with the fact that there is actually something in him that allison loves. it's not just body chemistry and bad decisions. brutally honest and so bloody loyal, pushing her to be the best, not trying to restrain her but to egg her on. willing to shut up and listen sometimes. blackest sense of humor you have ever seen, voice a sweet tenor.

(if seth dies, his ghost isn't haunting only allison. renee mourns too, quietly.)

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #renee walker #allison reynolds #seth gordon #bryan seth gordon #renison #alliseth

[jtl-fics]

ahhh I love your math nerd AU & andrew first AU soooo much. i think about them in the back of my head wayyy too much. I was thinking about math nerd AU today (again) and picturing andrew just yelling “oh MOTHERFUCKER” for like six months after he’s back-back and remembers some specific moment from before he was back-back that takes on new meaning now that he has all his memories and is neil’s andrew again (although the thought does cross his mind that he was ALWAYS “neil’s” even without his memories, no?). And then I was picturing him needing to blow off some steam before he can fully process whatever he’s now seeing in a new light, but he can’t go to neil to blow off some steam because he’s mad at him. and he can’t go spar with renee because he’s more skilled with his memories back than he was before and doesn’t want to hurt her. So he drags kevin to the exy court and makes kevin fire on him in goal until he’s worn out. kevin is like “wait, for real???” when andrew first drags him to court but gets over that real quick and shifts into “i am a god” mode and is all smug afterward about “i knew i could do it - i knew i could get you to care. god, first i pick the best striker ever and now this??? what can’t i do 😏” and andrew can’t now safely shift his anger to kevin and go back to neil to blow of steam. 😌 - @neil-jostenminyard

Neil was constantly checking to see if Andrew was HIS Andrew. Even all the way back when he signed and let the pen roll off the bench he was hoping Andrew might catch it. Andrew is a combination of both pissed at himself (why didn't he wake up sooner) and pissed at Neil (why were you doing this to yourself Junkie??)

Kevin would be absolutely over the moon to have Andrew blow off steam in such a way. I love Kevin just being so smug about everything XD like yes Kev you had a whole huggy bunch to do with what has occurred here.

Also Andrew definitely goes back to Neil after this and Neil's like "AND YOU DIDN'T INVITE ME???" and Andrew has to make out with him for 2-3 hours on the roof, it'd be illegal not to.

I'm so glad you like it!! Math Nerd is definitely a fun write (even if I hurt myself sometimes thinking about Neil's quiet resignation until Andrew does wake up)

#Math Nerd AU #Ask

[capcavan]

Riko ship meta I could not spam the other day bc tumblr had stroke!

Riko/Renee Rinee

Renee would be first and only ever woman Riko is interested in, their relationship starts slow held back by Riko's inability to feel at ease in fox tower and distrust towards himself

Everyone labels the relationships as Renee taking in a pet project to fix while Riko is hungry for any sort of attention, only Kevin and Andrew see that it's beginning of something serious (if Riko will allow it to be) , because Andrew knows Renee and Kevin knows Riko

Renee can not cook meanwhile Riko's arm is broken and so he gets to teach her how to not fuck up pan cakes

Renee enjoys sparring with Riko, due to her past experience she does not feel comfortable with stronger men, knowing Rikos fighting style and knowing well that she could with with him in a fight calms down her anxieties, Riko is excellent boxer but when it comes to real fighting he has no chance against her.

in future when she's more comfortable and trusting of him she will teach him to better defend himself

She sees him as doberman with cropped tail and ears, going through life not understanding he had been mutilated.

Riko is not prepared for Renee to finish collage much sooner than he would the separation is extremely hard on him

Girl and boy, Riko is stay at home boywife, Renee plays exy for few seasons before retiring to enjoy home life. (i have way too many different head cannons about Riko's parenting and his issues with parenting sent asks])

Riko/Kevin

they are soulmates they are always together no matter of au or story progression they always love each other in some way

Kevin dislikes seeing Riko move on and work on getting better, he is scared that there will be no place for Kevin beside new "fixed" Riko

Kevin is scared of future, and tends to romanticize their time at the nest finding comfort in time where he was the centre of Rikos universe

Riko is the one to drag Kevin to start therapy - they have group sessions

Riko gets king chess piece tattooed on ring finger , Kevin gets a cown

Size kink 100%, Riko does not realise Kevin likes how much shorter Riko is

Riko/Jean

very unhealthy but stabilizing with time reltionship

Riko seeks punishment for bad things he committed , and Jean is comfortable to provide them

Jean takes dominant role between the two Riko willingly gives everything away to him, he's too scared to be left alone

Jean knows broken bones hurt, but the tender pain of emotional distress is unmatched , he will make Riko taste both

Jean does not feel any pity for Riko, Riko does not want any pity

but after some times passes hurting is not as relieving any more and its time to care

Riko/Jeremy

Jeremy is one of not many people Riko is actually afraid (of course he is drawn to him)

Jeremy is son of politician and in the know about Moriyamas activities

Jeremy likes teasing Riko about his poor social status [being just moriyama family commodity rather than actual part of the power]

Riko entertains him mainly hoping the relationship might be useful for him in future

Riko/Nathaniel

Nathaniel is little sadist he got it after his daddy, he loves using Riko as his canvas for cuts and scarification, most days he spends time modifying Rikos skin or tending to old cuts

Riko can't deny things to Nathaniel

Riko/Nicky

Nicky is very active and always looking for partners whatever or not on the list or with Erik's approval

Riko enjoys teasing him

They really are not together, it's just a lot of teasing and Nicky wanting to get laid and everyone around making it into meme

Riko/Jack -Jack wants to be to Riko what Riko was to Kevin in nest

Riko/Andrew

andrew is one of people who are very honest towards riko [openly tell him to fuck off] riko takes comfort in someone who is not trying to be nice/pity full towards him, he needs people to hold him accountable for things he done

riko learn to play the game by andrews rules not even interacting with andrew but seeing the way andrew interact with everyone, any time someone makes mistake riko sees? he uses it as occasion to never make this mistake himself

andrew is not amused, not mad either, there is some pleasure in knowing that someone is tailoring their personality to match all of his needs

andrew is the only person able to handle riko physically and set hard boundaries with him

after all the training he put into this dog he refuses to let anyone else have it

Wymack/Riko

daddy issues

kevins daddy

authority and praise

I'm insane about them

Aaron/Riko

aaron is cute smart and pretty and likes being told so, he also looks extremely good next to renee so that's perfect ot3

Size kink now Riko understands why Kevin thought him being short is hot

Riko/Ravens

Ravens love riko and idolize him

they see riko as one of them , left behind abandoned good only for one thing- exy

the difference is unlike them riko does not realise this

thanks to that he can do something they can not - dream

and they love being close to that dream

Riko/Seth

seth befriends riko to piss off other foxes

seth dates riko to piss of kevin day

seth has many siblings his big brother sense are tingling and riko loves the attention

they are fucking assholes idiots and troublemakers

weed and alcohol

Riko/Allison

that is planned for badger in fox den I have no clue yet how this will work but I have warm feelings

#riko moriyama #aftg #all for the game #renee walker #kevin day

[mykelneedssleep]

Thinking about @prettypipedream ‘s post about the foxes and kt tape as I tape up my knee today so I’m going to add a few thoughts

You know that self adhesive wrap stuff that athletes sometimes use, the foxes for sure have that and they suffer for it every day

If you have no idea what I’m talking about right now it looks like this

Notice the texture, that shit is a nightmare for your skin. It will dig in and all those little divots will make an appearance on your skin as soon as you take it off along with the lines from the edges of it. You’re technically supposed to put something under it like gauze or a pre wrap but if you do that and then wrap somewhere completely unanchored (your calf, forearm, knee, basically anywhere that’s not your hand or your ankle, and even ankle is a bit questionable sometimes) it will slide around which is even more uncomfortable than just letting it make itself a little home inside your skin. Also if you get it in or next to any sort of lever joint you might as well kiss personal comfort goodbye because every time you move you’re going to feel it

All that to say the foxes for sure walk around looking like they have tv static on their skin from this ungodly creation

Also, at least in my experience you always have that one person around who’s really weirdly good at wrapping it, like even better than the coaches/trainers, it doesn’t even matter if they’re putting it on themselves or other people the fit and the tightness are somehow perfect every time. I feel like with the foxes this is most definitely either Dan or Renee (Aaron is pissed that they do a better job than him when he’s a pre-med student). Renee would be good at it because she’s probably wraps her hands when she spars with Andrew so she’d have the tightness thing down, Dan is just completely vibes, I just feel like she’d be really good at it. But I also feel like Wymack would be really oddly bad at it, not just like he’s not as good I’m talking actually bad like no one allows him to do it because he’s so bad. One time Nicky rolled his ankle during practice and Abby wasn’t there to wrap it for him so Wymack begrudgingly did it and that night when his took it off his foot was red and completely numb from how tight it was

#I will say there is a version where the inside part is smooth but I’ve literally only encountered it once #I haven’t found it since and I’m still sad because it’s one of man’s greatest creations #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the foxes #neil josten #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #kevin day #aaron minyard #matt boyd #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #david wymack #abby winfield

[mekakitsune]

Hiii! I loved reading your dating Mirage headcannons. I've been on a roll with simping and loving him That being said, I'd love HCs of how Mirage would act around his (major) crush on a newer Legend who is kind of oblivious to his care for them... so how do you think he'd act when they get hurt outside of a game?

Thank you so much if you fulfill this request! Your writing is truly admirable <33 take care of yourself and happy holidays!

thank you so much love, you are so kind! luv this request btw, i hope its want u wanted <3

cw: bloody nose mentioned quite a lot, elliot is a mess and so is reader..literally lol

mirage with a legend s/o;

pray for your squad mates. its painful to watch.

elliot is SO flirty with you in and out of the games, and ofc, you dont see it as anything unusual from the legend. hes like that with everyone....right?

makes it his own responsibility to keep you on your feet in battle, would probably leave someone else to die to come help you.

yeahhh renee was not happy with him after that one

definitely a bet going around to see if elliot will actually spill his feelings. its become quiet the conversation starter among everyone.

-

you were training one day, something you all did regularly to stay on top of your game

and it can get pretty intense sometimes. but you all know your limits, thats why you called it quits with a bloody nose and a sore back after sparring with kairi.

she was spewing apologizes left and right, and you reassured her it was all in good fun, and that you were okay.

just as she holds out her hand to help you up, the door to the training room opens, and in comes elliot, ajay and octane not far behind him, in their own conversation.

to say elliot reacted immediately would be an understatement, by his reaction you would think you were sitting here being held at knife point.

"what the hell happened in here! we heard yelling... y/n?! youre bleeding?" he rambled on, not really giving either of you a chance to explain yourselves.

kairi steps aside for a moment only to come back with a small white box in her hand. a first aid kit. god knows how long thats been in here.

she passes the kit to elliot, giving a small grin and says "their all yours." with a pat on the back, before following the other two out the door, she turns back to you to mouth "sorry" with a wink. surely she hadnt...planned that.

it was painfully quiet in the room after that. elliot sits on the floor in front of you, opening up the small box to retrieve some gauze.

he hands it to you to place under your nose, and you take it quickly, not wanting to ruin the gym floor or your clothing any further.

hes quiet again, and you look past your hand to see him staring at you.

"she got you good, huh?" he said, with what could only be described as a pout.

"its just a bloody nose elliot...im gonna be okay." you said lightly, trying to ease the tension. he grins and shakes his head

"i know that. it...it just freaks me out to see people i care about get hurt, yknow." he said looking away

you let out a small laugh at his statement. "aw..you care about me? what happened to "dont get close to anyone"? you reminded him of what he said to you when you first came to the base.

while his advice rang true in a place like this, you couldnt help but share his feelings.

"you have...no idea" he said softly, looking at you again. you are only now realizing how close you two are, his face mere inches away from your own.

a few more moments go by, and he finally breaks the silence again.

"can i say something?" he askes, sounding nervous.

"of course" you respond curiously.

"i really want to um...i really want to kiss you right now..." he said, cheeks flushed. "i mean only if you want to i dont want to ma-"

you cut him off with a laugh. he looks horrified honestly and it only makes you giggle even more.

"normally, id say go for it. but im kinda bleeding from my nose right now" you giggled as you watched his face turn even redder.

"yeah! yeah right...i knew that....obviously....whatever, lets go get that cleaned up yeah?" he said, obviously trying to change the subject. you giggled again and got up to follow him out of the gym.

"hey elliot?"

"..yeah?" he turned to you

you stood up a little bit taller to place a kiss on his cheek. stepping back you take in the shocked look on his face

"thats for helping me, and if you really wanna kiss me, wait till im not a bloody mess, yeah?" you grinned at him.

he groaned, turning around to walk out, but you knew he wanted you to follow him.

"i hope you realize what you do to me." he says to you with a grin. "but i will take you up on that...if its okay" hes still unsure. you take that as a sign to slip your hand into his.

"if it wasnt okay, i wouldnt be letting you waste your time on something like a bloody nose yknow" you laughed lightly, hoping to ease both yours and his nerves.

"cant have you like, bleeding out to death." he remarks, keeping his hand in yours. you laugh at his comment.

"wouldnt wanna let me die without that kiss huh?"

he groans again, but you dont miss the shy smile on his face.

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