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listen yâall, personally I have never liked Kevin/Andrew/Neil or Kevin/Jeremy/Jean đđ I am neutral on Kevin/Aaron and Kevin/Thea, and honestly I am very intrigued with Kevin/Allison.
In saying all this, I really really vibe with aroace Kevin.
I feel like every time I bring this up though people are like, âoh youâre only saying that because you think he only cares about exy.â
No, I donât think he only cares about exy.
I think he is one of the most passionate characters in the whole series. I think he cares deeply about everyone and everything to his own detriment.
I think the idea that he is uninterested in nonplatonic dynamics doesnât undervalue his relationships. Neither does it change that the people in his life care deeply for him.
I think aroace Kevin is honestly kinda perfect.
#aroace kevin day tbh#kevin day headcanon#kevin day hc#aftg#all for the game#all for the game hc#all for the game headcanon#aftg hc#aftg headcanon#kevin day#neil josten#andrew minyard#andriel#kandreil#jeremy knox#jean moreau#jerejean#thea muldani#kevin day x thea muldani#allison reynolds#kevin day x allison reynolds#the sunshine court#tsc#mine
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the midterms are endless but we stay silly :3
#aftg socmed au#incorrect aftg#neilaaron bestfriendisms#joselito the guinea pig#seth gordon#aaron minyard#neil josten#matt boyd#allison reynolds#nicky hemmick#renee walker#dan wilds#david wymack#andrew minyard#jeremy knox#kevin day#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#the sunshine court#katelyn mackenzie#thea muldani#kathea đș#katelyn/thea#katelyn x thea
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I cannot BREATHE the concept of kevin and thea passing notes through jean like third graders is killing me. Do you think he had to hear kevin kicking and giggling as he composed them. Did they fold them into little hearts. Are we going to get a whole paragraph in tsc of jean bitching about how kev and thea made him third wheel so it wouldn't like like a date. The possibilities are endless and I am living for it
#they're such losers oh my god#if i was jean i would have fucking rioted#aftg#jean moreau#thea muldani#kevin day#thea muldani x kevin day
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I really want to address some shit thatâs been on my mind recently. (This could be applicable to all fandoms but Iâll be taking specifically about the aftg fandom)
I really donât like how some of you talk to people regarding shipping. Like I get not liking a ship. I myself canât stand Andrew and Neil being shipped with Kevin. i always pictured Neil and Kevin having like a sibling dynamic and maybe Andrew thinking Kevinâs hot but nothing ever comes from it. Now I know I donât enjoy content that contains this ship. So what do I do, I IGNORE IT. Rather than harass people for enjoying something Iâm not a fan of (like some people) I just donât interact. Itâs not hard to scroll past something if you donât like it.
Iâve seen so much shit discrediting and shit talking people who just donât share your opinion. Like with ReneexJean, bro from the text we have itâs basically canon. Why are some people (cough cough jerjean shippers cough cough) just dismissing it so hard. Like just say you would rather read about two male characters WHO HAVENâT TALKED EVEN ONCE ON PAGE then the border line canon straight ship. (Ik ik but tsc hasnât been released yet im only talking about what we currently have canon wise)
No hate to jerjean Iâm just using it to make a point. But I could also bring up the stuff with Thea and Kevin. They are canonically together. If you donât like it FUCKING IGNORE IT. You donât have to shit talk Thea because you donât want her with Kevin. You donât have to harass people who ship her and kevin. You can just scroll past it.
Idk why people feel the need to make everything about them but Holly shit Iâm so tired of people not understanding the concept of not being an asshole over fictional people.
Donât even get me started on how some of yall talk about Nora. Like bitch. SHES THE GOD DAMB AUTHOR. She could write anything about her characters and it doesnât matter how much you bitch or moan that shits canon. Ignore it if you hate it that much but donât harass her or talk down to her for literally giving us more information about the characters we love.
Some of yall are just so entitled and it makes me want to rip my hair out.
Anyway :b hereâs some silly Kevin art I did in class<3
#sorry for ranting#but this shits been on my mind#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#andrew minyard#the foxes#neil josten#andreil#all for the gay#nora sakavic#i love nora#jerjean#jean x renee#aftg fandom#fandom discussion#kevandreil#aftg kevin#kevin day#kevin day fanart#renee walker#jean moreau#jeremy knox#thea muldani
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I genuinely donât understand the hate for Thea if the aftg fandom.
I always see people saying it their relationship is weird because she knew him when he was younger BUT itâs literally said in Noraâs extra content that she didnât even like him till he was a legal adult. Like in the extra content itâs said that Kevin had a small childhood crush on her and that she only interact with him a couple times prior to him actually joining the ravens team. Yea heâs young and itâs a weird age gap.Like Iâve literally seen people call Thea a ped0 and Iâm like so do fr rn.
If youâve read the extra context you would know that their relationship is actually vary deep yes they have trauma connected to each other and that could be a reason that they stay together but if you read it you would know that they passed notes to each other. And that they genuinely have a connection. I donât even think they where really dating when Kevin was in the nest? I donât know if im remembering this right but im pretty sure it said that Thea would wait for him until he graduates or until heâs not on the ravens team anymore(idk if Iâm remembering right so if Iâm wrong my badđ). Itâs confirmed in the extra content that they have a kid together and they stay together!
That being said do I like Kevin and Thea together no not really I have other ships I like seeing Kevin in and that I feel like would make more sense. But donât mind Kevin being in a relationship with Thea because their had been nothing in the series and extra content to make me hate them together. I think a lot of people just donât liek them together because theirs not much content for them in the actual series so itâs kinda hard to actually have a real opinion on the relationship and I feel like Noraâs extra content put alot more context to their relationship. Anyway theirs so much more that I could yapp about this but ima stop heređ
If you have different opinions that fine but please be nice I have no intention ïżŒto offend anyone when saying this.
#aftg#aftg fandom#nora sakavic#aaron minyard#andrew minyard#dan wilds#neil josten#aftg neil#nathaniel wesninski#kevin day#thea muldani#Kevin x thea#hot take#kevin#the sunshine court#tsc spoilers#aftg tsc#aftg extra content#aftg spoilers
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"Thea is obsessed with the Ravens, she's still a Raven"
wow it's almost like she was part of a cult that's crazy
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Jean, Kevin and Thea had a threesome in the nest. I canât prove it, but they did.Â
#all for the game#aftg#the foxhole court#tfc#tfc shitpost#the foxhole court shitpost#aftg shitpost#all for the game shit post#kevin day#Jean Moreau#thea muldani#kevin x thea#kevin x jean#kevjean#nora sakavic#bi kevin day#the ravens#the ravens nest#riko moriyama#neil josten#andrew minyard
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Kevin and Thea relationship? God i hate it. First there's the age gap. It just seems kinda...wierd? Idk. Its not like you're suddenly an adult when you turn 18 and the mental gap between an 18 and a 23 year old is quite something. Another thing is that Thea had the potential to be such a good character. Like why did Nora make her the way she is? And then there's all the messed up shit that went on at the Nest. Honestly it just doesn't sit right with me.
#aftg shitpost#all for the game#all for the gay#the kings men#aftg#the foxhole court#neil josten#the raven king#kevin day#andrew minyard#thea muldani#kevin x thea
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Blind Landing: A. WINTERS - #1 - Matte Black Truck
Author: youcantkillamutant
Fandom: All For The Game (AFTG)
Pairing: Thea Muldani x Kevin Day
Summary: Hey hey my nosy little sleuths! E here! I know itâs been a minute since Iâve posted, but boy do I have a surprise for you! This is a new case outta Baltimore, and don't ask my why, but I have a feeling that this is going to turn out to be beyond juicy. So here's what we know...
Warnings: Depictions of violence, angst, mentions of death, eating disorders, slow burn (as is my custom), no smut (probably)
Rating: 18+
Words: 5K+
A/N: Look, I've been in this fandom for damn near a decade but apparently my third reread was the trigger that needed to be pulled for me to want to write in it. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so be nice. I'm writing about Thea, who I know some of y'all are weird about, so if you donât like it donât read it and all that jazz. Not Betaâd we die like men. I own nothing, all characters belong to Nora Sakavic. Â
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Listening to Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo Chapter Trigger Warnings: violence, mentions of choking, hitting, knives, cutting, death
Blind Landing
/blÄ«nd//ËlandiNG/
In gymnastics, a blind landing is when a gymnast canât see the ground as they land because they are inverted in the air.
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Posted 6.30.2005
A. WINTERS - #1 - Matte Black Truck
Hey hey my nosy little sleuths! Itâs been a minute since Iâve posted, I know I know, but yâall know better than to expect much of anything during playoffs. Not that much hockey was actually played, but thatâs besides the point. Â
Anyways, yâall know the drill, everything I say is alleged, this is my opinion and blah blah blah, BUT the most important and possibly most controversial thing is: this story ainât set in the lovely southern United States.
Now I know you may be saying âWell aint that the whole point of the blog? I mean really E, you canât call it the Southern Sleuths for nothing!â And to that I say, I do what I want! I never actually said I was gonna focus on Southern True Crime, that just kinda happened. And really, I have a feeling that this is going to turn out to be beyond juicy no matter where it all goes down.Â
So hereâs what we know. Anna Winters, a 17 year-old female was tragically killed in a hit and run last Saturday. My thoughts and prayers are with her family, but there are two interesting things here.
The First
Miss Winters was a gymnast. Nothing to scoff at if youâve seen any gymnast do just about anything, but her skill is nothing compared to the girl she had been with earlier that night. Thea Muldani. Now if you arenât clued into the gymnastics world, donât worry, I wasnât either, so let me tell you all the titles Miss Muldani has won:
2001
Womenâs Level 8 Eastern Championships - 1st place in beam and all around
Icebreaker Invitational - 1st place in beam and floor
East Coast Classic - 1st place in beam
2002
Junior American Cup - 1st place in beam, 2nd in floor, 1st in all around
Womenâs Level 9 Eastern Championships - 1st place in beam and all around
Icebreaker Invitational - 1st place in beam, 2nd in floor and all around
East Coast Classic - 1st place in beam, 2nd in floor and vault, 1st in all around
2003
Junior American Cup - 1st place in beam, floor and all around
Womenâs Level 10 Eastern Championships - 1st place in beam and all around
East Coast Classic - 1st place in beam, floor and all around
2004
Junior American Cup - 1st place in beam, floor and all around
Womenâs Level 11 Eastern Championships - 1st place in beam, 2nd in floor, 3rd in vault, 1st in all around
Junior International Invitational - 3rd place in beam and floor, 2nd all around.
2005
Junior American Cup - 1st place in beam, 2nd in floor, 1st in all around
Womenâs Level 12 Eastern Championships - 1st place in beam and all around
Visa International Championships - 1st place in beam, floor, vault in all around
Junior International Championships - 1st place beam, 2nd floor and all around
[The photo shows Thea, in a blue leotard, mid flip in the air over a bright red floor. There are a few people on never bars behind her, and a vault just in front. The image of the other events are blurred. Thea is the focus.]
This girl is like the Dominique Dawes of her generation. Literally, a once in a lifetime athlete. I swear, all the kid knows how to do is win. Sheâs been practicing since she was 3 and competing since she was 6. Seriously, the girl is a machine.Â
Youâre probably saying âSo what, sheâs got impressive stats, whereâs the mystery E?â And to that I say:
Youâre being pretty pushy today, who pissed in your cornflakes?
Iâm getting to it. Iâd get to the point quicker if you would stop interrupting me. Lord. Anyways.
Thea Muldani is one of the most impressive teen athletes of her generation, maybe Kevin Day and Riko Moriyama or Sidney Crosby could come close to her reputation, but Exy and Hockey just aint the same as gymnastics⊠Anyways, word is she was arrested the night Miss Winters was killed. No one has heard from her since, and honestly, yâall know how I feel about cops and if I donât see hide nor hair of the kid soon, Iâve got a few friends in the DMV who can kick up a fuss and make sure sheâs alright. Â
The Second
There were no plates on the the car that killed Miss Winters. It was a matte black truck, nondescript and insignificant, save for the fact that it didnât have any plates. The only identifier on the truck at all was a sticker on the back bumper indicating the car had been bought from Koons automotive.Â
Now, normally, no one would care about that, but Koons automotive is owned by Frankie Koons, who while being one of the most prolific automotive dealers in the state, is also known for his loud, messy and downright dangerous relationship with Lola Malcom.Â
Anyone in the DMV knows all the stories about their torrid relationship. Theyâve got plenty of mugshots between the two of them after their drunk and disorderly and assault charges. As far as I know, theyâre still friendly. But I think the real story here is who Lola used to work for.Â
You see, Lola Malcolm was essentially a nobody business major at Towson University until she met Nathan Wesninski, day trader extraordinaire. Nathan and Koons had already known each other for years and Nathan introduced the pair. And I know youâre thinking âwho cares about a day trader setting up his friend and some chick?â But Iâm telling yâall thereâs something going on here.Â
Nathan Wesninski went to jail in 2002 for tax fraud, but thatâs only because those are the only ones the feds could make stick. The real charges, the money laundering and trafficking and murder? They could never find enough evidence, could never find enough proof to prove that he was the Butcher of Baltimore.Â
Isnât it just a little suspicious that a car from the lot of a known associate of an accused murderer was seen on a murder scene? Like, just a little? Iâm not saying that Koons or Malcolm did it, but itâs fucking weird. Unfortunately, thatâs all the info we have right now, considering itâs an open investigation, but believe me, I am keeping my eyes and ears on this.Â
Stay suspicious my lovelies! Until next time,Â
-E
P.S. Donât do anything stupid. If you canât sleuth from afar, you shouldnât be sleuthing at all
www.thesouthernsleuth.com
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âWell itâs not my fault that her kip makes her look like a flailing idiot. She should have cleaned that up years ago.â I cackled at Winnyâs tone, I couldnât help it. Iâve known her for damn near my whole life, and sheâs always been nice. The nicest of the three of us by a mile. I had no idea she was hiding teeth. Apparently all it took to strip that away was our first ever week of summer practice at Towson. I wish Willy was here to hear it.
The three of us had always planned to go to Towson together for college, and it was a given after the time we put in at the gym. I mean, you donât become the top junior gymnasts in the country without blood, sweat and tears. The rankings never mattered much between the three of us, we were just happy to share the podium with each other. It was always a thrill to see our names in papers or pictures. T. Muldani, A. Winters, M. Anders. Everyone at the gym had called us the Three Musketeers and Iâd campaigned (loudly) for a name change but the name stuck. It didnât matter anyways, as long as we got to be together, thatâs all that mattered, or, thatâs what I thought.Â
âAnd honestly, I think sheâs afraid of the vault. I mean did you see her practically run into it like 6 times today?â We were on our way out of the gym, but I had to stop in the doorway to catch my breath. I havenât laughed this much in ages.
âWinny,â I huffed another laugh. âStop, stop, I canâtâ I laughed at the annoyance on her face, lips pursed, eyes squinted, skin washed pale in the light of the streetlights. She huffed at the nickname and my request for her to stop her tirade, but couldnât resist getting one more jab in.Â
âFine, but itâs not my fault sheâs an idiot.â I snorted a laugh and agreed.
âYeah, yeah. Are we going out to eat?â Iâd left my car at the dorms, the walk to the gym was only 20 minutes and even though it was hot and muggy in Towson this time of the year, I hated getting gas even more. Not much would be open now as it was going on 11pm, but it wouldnât be the first time Iâd driven us around town looking for an open restaurant after night practice.Â
âEhâŠIâm kind of beat. Walk me to the dorms?â She held out her arm because she knew Iâd wrap my arm around it, and then we were on our way. We kept up our usual chatter through the campus, slides slapping on the cobblestone and leos clinging to our sweaty skin. Anna got progressively quieter the closer we got to the dorms, which was weird. Sheâs been quieter since Mikky left, but when weâd walked in silence for a solid 5 minutes I stopped walking. Something was off. Anna hadnât expected my stop, if the way her arm wrenched me forward as she continued walking was any indication. She looked back in askance.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing Donnie. Iâm just tired. Ready for bed you know?â
âIs it Mikââ I stopped myself from using the nickname. She wasnât one of us, not anymore. âIs it Mikayla? Did sheâŠreach out?â I tried to keep my tone level. Mikayla left us both adrift when she quit the team three months before graduation. It was like losing a limb. Suddenly there were only two of us piling into the car for practice, only two of us grabbing dinner after, only two of us doing everything we could to patch the hole she left.Â
âNo.â Winny was quick to answer. âNo. I havenât heard from Mikayla sinceâŠâ Since everything went down. I shook my head to rid myself of memories Iâd rather forget. I knew Winny was hurting, especially after Mikayla had so viciously rejected her, but Iâd lost her as a friend too. It still fucking hurt. Not that Iâd bring it up to Winny when she was still nursing her wounds.Â
âSo if itâs notâŠher, then whatâs going on?âÂ
âNothing. Thea, seriously.â Winnyâs shoulders were up to her ears, but I could see the pain on her face. I shouldnât have brought Mikayla up. Weâd been having a good night, our brutal private practice feeling good as it settled into my sore muscles, and I should have kept my mouth shut. Winny squeezed my hand, and I did my best to ignore the sadness in her eyes, after all, if I wanted to see that, I could look in a mirror.Â
âOkay.â We resumed walking, silently this time. By the time the dorms were in view, the soreness Iâd relished had shifted to stiffness. I was digging through my bag for my ID when Winny pulled me towards the parking lot.Â
âI think I left something in your car.â She said it with a shrug, but it looked weird, because her shoulders were still scrunched up and tense. I should book her a massage or something with the PTâs at the gym. She was way too tense. Especially two weeks before our first meet. Still, I headed to the edge of the student lot with her. She was always leaving stuff in my car, her and Kayla. I was still finding stuff from Kayla every now and then. It hurt every time.
âWhat is it this time? Lip Gloss?â Winny scoffed and grabbed my hand as she pulled me along, threading her fingers through my own as we approached my car. Minty was the best hand-me-down a girl could ask for. It was the last thing I had of my mom that actually worked. Dad had kept the old, bright green VW Bug running all throughout my childhood so that when it was time for me to start driving, I had a piece of my mom watching over me every mile I went. It still smelled like her sometimes too. Usually in the winter, when I cranked the heat up and shivered in the drivers seat, I could smell her lavender, sage and smoke scent wafting through the vents.Â
âWinny? Whatâd you forget?â I peeked in through the window, seeing the passenger side floor littered with cassettes and hair ties but nothing out of the ordinary. I turned my head to Winny for an answer, but she wasnât looking at me. She was squeezing my hand half to death though. I shifted my keys in my hand.
âWinny?â I squeezed her hand back but it didnât knock her out of whatever was going on. She was staring at the window, staring at my reflection in the window, and she lookedâŠhaunted? Itâs not a look Iâve ever actually seen on her face, so I couldnât be sure, but it was weird.Â
She also hadnât complained about me parking at the end of the lot. She knew why I did it by now, knew that it was safer to be under a streetlight and in view of security camera, but still, she always complained about it, because Iâd been doing it since I started going places myself. I promised Dad Iâd be safe, and this was a part of that. Why wasnât she complaining about it? And why was she squeezing my hand so damn hard?
âIâm sorry Donnie.â Her words were a whisper, and if I hadnât seen her lips moving in the reflection of the window I donât think I would have known sheâd said anything at all. Before I could respond, I heard noise. Sounds of hooting and hollering passing the dorm doors and coming closer to us. I rolled my eyes at them. Winny and I hadnât spent much time around the other athletes on campus, preferring to stay in our own little bubble, but weâd heard plenty of their parties from the team house a few blocks over, and dodged many, many invitations.Â
âIâm sorry Dani. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â Winny was still whispering, still staring at my reflection in the window, but the group of guys grew closer and I couldnât hear her very well. My heart started pounding at the words I saw her mouth. Apologies. She was apologizing to me. Why the fuck was she apologizing to me?Â
âWhat are you talking about Winny? Whatâs wrong?â
âIâm sorry Donnie. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, but they said heâd kill me if I didnâtââ Winnyâs explanation was cut off as the group of men began to surround us. I was wrong. These werenât the student athletes weâd seen around campus. These werenât anyone Iâd ever seen before at all.Â
I saw Winnyâs breath catch more than I heard it. Her chest rising and hitching with breath in the reflection of the car. I squeezed her hand again andwhen she flicked her eyes up to mine, they were shining with tears. What the fuck is going on?
âWinny, whatââ
âHey ladies!â The men all looked to be around their 30âs. All looked to be too old to be out this late. All looked to be disturbingly excited to surround a pair of girls in a parking lot. In the time it took me to try and get an answer from Winny, the men had surrounded us. There were about 6 of them, but the man who spoke, the clear ringleader to whatever this was, smiled when I turned away from the car to face him. I took Winny with me, squeezing her hand for the last time and letting go as I repositioned my keys in my hand. Winny was shaking, but I knew what to do.Â
My dad had grown up teaching me about firearms and self defense, but a few years ago heâd made me a deal. Learn how to defend myself hand-to-hand and with weapons, and I could go to Towson and live on campus all by myself. Up until then heâd been adamant that I would stay at home with him in Baltimore and commute to Towson when I had classes and practice. When Winny and Kayla and all talked about college, about Towson, weâd dreamed itâd be just like the movies. Weâd live on campus, maybe rush a sorority and get bored of it halfway through, walk to the gym hand in hand, and weâd always be together.Â
Iâd badgered my dad for months about it, begging him to âbe chill about itâ and telling him Iâd do anything as long as he let me live on campus with my âabsolute best friendsâ because Iâd âtotally die if I couldnâtâ. He came up with the deal, and for the last three years Iâve been training in Krav Maga. So when those six guys surrounded me and Winny, I didnât have to think, Iâd run through this simulation plenty of times before at the gym. I knew what to do.Â
âItâs a little late for you to be walking around donât you think?â I turned my attention to Winny, to see her before shit got crazy, and she stared back at me, haunted, tears illuminated by the light of the street lamp as they streamed down her cheeks. She was terrified. The guy was still monologuing, strolling closer to me casually, like he was enjoying scaring us. Like he wanted us to be afraid. Fuck him. I knew what to do.
âYou never know what could happen in the dark.â The ringleader had meandered right into my face, hovering over me. I griped my keys tighter and put a hand on Winnyâs arm. For this to work, Sheâd have to be fast, and if that meant pushing her to safety, Iâd do it. Iâve already lost one friend, Iâm not losing another. I knew what to do.
The guy peered down at me as he took in my clothes. A skintight leo and shorts that made me wish it was cold enough for sweatpants. He grinned as I took a small step backwards, relieved to feel the car at my back, something solid. Something grounding.Â
âIâm gonna have fun with you, arenât I?â I didnât know what the fuck he was talking about, but we were out of time. I pushed Winny through the gap the ringleader had left and told her to run. She stumbled a bit but scrambled to catch herself. Iâd seen her in practice, we had the same cardio routine, sheâd make it. When I heard her feet pounding the ground in a steady rhythm, I could breathe again.Â
âAre you even listening to me Princess? I said I canât wait to carve you up.â There was a knife in his hands, glinting in the light and casting shadows on our chests. I knew what to do. I tightened the keys in my hand, rolled the other into a fist and listened, one more time, to Winnyâs pounding feet.Â
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I woke up in a hospital bed, cuffed and dazed. I wasnât actually sure I was awake. I couldnât open my eyes. Everything hurt so badly that this had to be a nightmare. It couldnât be real, pain like this couldnât be real.Â
So it wasnât, and I slept again.Â
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I woke up again. This time, I could open my eyes. The light was bright, fluorescent and blinding. I closed my eyes again. Felt the pain again. Slept again.Â
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I woke up again, and I heard the beeping. It was incessant and sharp, and it wasnât muffled by the sounds of people passing by the door or my breathing. It made my fingers twitch, but the sound of a chair creaking is what forced me to open my eyes again. The beeping got faster.Â
There was a man standing up, walking towards me. He was wearing a uniform, something shiny on his chest. A cop. The beeping got faster, got louder. I couldnât remember why I was here. Why I was cuffed. Why I was crying. The man stepped towards me. The beeping got faster.Â
Rough hands pushed me against the side of the car and I braced myself.Â
I screamed for help, voice rising higher in fear, then in rage.Â
Bloody hands tried to hold me, and I kept kicking, I kept punching, I kept biting, I kept screaming. Anything to stay alive. Anything. Anything. Anything.Â
âMiss Muldani? Can you hear me?â
Winny was gone. Safe. At least she would be safe.Â
Calloused hands closed around my neck and squeezed.Â
I wrenched my arms free. I scratched and felt the blood under my fingers. I screamed. Anything to stay alive. Anything. Anything. Anything.Â
âMiss Muldani, I need you to calm down.âÂ
Only one left, one with a knife. One with anger heating his face. Spittle lining his mouth as he cursed me.Â
I couldnât feel the first cut. Or the second. It didnât matter.Â
Bones crunched under my foot. We both screamed, but Iâm the only one that got up and stayed up. Anything to stay alive. Anything. Anything. Anything.Â
âMiss Muldani, if you canât calm yourself, weâll have to sedate you again.â
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The pain in my wrist is what really woke me. Theyâd cuffed me at a weird angle, and I was beginning to feel pins and needles. Forcing my eyes open was as difficult as I remember, and the light overhead was bright and white. I squinted against it for a bit, then I looked around.Â
I was in a small room. The chair at the head of my bed was empty. No cops this time. There was a door to the left with glass panes on either side of it, showing a brightly lit hallway. There was a bathroom to my right, no door, just an open doorway with a curtain pushed to one side. I shuddered. I hate open doorways. And drawers. Anything open that could be closed. Ugh.Â
There were two chairs to my right, but only one was empty. I guess I spoke too soon about no cops, because there was a man sitting in the chair closest to the head of my bed. I think he was a different guy than before, but I still felt hazy. It was getting difficult to hold onto memories.Â
I tried to speak, but it felt like my mouth was full of cotton balls. I donât know what sound I made, but cop looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in. The man was short and would have been stocky without the extra weight in his belly, with dark hair and beady eyes. I couldnât see much more. Couldnât really concentrate on much more. Why is there a cop in my hospital room? Why am I in the hospital?
The man didnât say anything, but he held my gaze as he stood. He remained silent as he stalked around my bed, gaze darting between me and the heart monitor and the IV in my arm. The beeping of the heart monitor accelerated. This man was here for me, but he hadnât said a thing. Hadnât asked a single question. I tried to say something, anything, but there was static in my head. I couldnât hear anything but my pulsing heartbeat and the crackle of numbness my brain provided. He reached for the drip hanging beside me. Flicked at my IV. I felt the motions as they tugged at my skin, wincing.Â
Before he could actually touch me, before I could scream, the door to my room opened. My neck twinged with soreness as I turned more fully, or tried to. The person walked closer to me, and I could see they were a doctor. My heart rate decelerated, just a bit. I wasnât a fan of doctors, but I knew she was the lesser of two evils.Â
âOfficer Murray. May I ask what youâre doing here?â
âIâm supposed to keep watch.â The copâs voice was gruff, like he wasnât used to speaking, or like smoked a pack a day.Â
âYes, and you were instructed to stay in that chair,â She pointed to a chair I hadnât noticed by the door. âaway from the patient.â It was subtle, but the doctor gave me her back, shielding me from the cop. My heart rate decelerated, just a bit, again. The cop huffed but the doctor stood her ground.Â
âNow that sheâs awake, Iâll need you to uncuff her.â The copâs eyebrows rose to his, admittedly receding, hairline.Â
âYouâre kidding right? The bitch is dangerous.â I stiffened at his words, unsure if he was actually talking about me.Â
âMiss Muldani is my patient, and for as long as sheâs in my hospital, she will be treated with respect.â The doctorâs voice turned to ice, and I saw the man shaking his head even as he approached with a small key.Â
âYour funeral.âÂ
His hands were rough as he removed the cuff, jerking my wrist out of it so hard I let out a cry in shock.
âThatâs enough Officer Murray. You need to leave.âÂ
âI didnât doââ
âOut. And please know Iâll be demanding that the chief sends someone more suitable for this when Iâm through here. You can go.â The doctor walked the cop to the door, and closed it firmly. I saw her shoulders rise and fall, like sheâd taken a deep breath, before she turned towards me with a soft smile.Â
âHi Miss Muldani, My name is Doctor Yen.â I opened my mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a squeak. She leaned down by my bed and seemed to be rummaging around in some drawer before popping back up with a water bottle and straw. She cracked open the seal of the bottle and I flinched at the sound. It was too familiar. She winced in sympathy while unwrapping the straw.
She plopped the straw into the bottle and held it up to me. I took a cautious sip. My neck throbbed, but the water felt good, so I took another sip closing my eyes against the pain as I swallowed. Dr. Yen pulled the bottle away from me after another few painful sips. I tried not to pout.
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âEverything hurts. What happened?â Dr. Yen looked surprised by my question.Â
âDo you remember?â I tried to raise my shoulder in a shrug and hissed. Something tugged against the skin on my stomach, and maybe my back too. I couldnât tell. There were images Iâd dreamed. Nightmares. Or maybeâŠ
âMaybe.â Dr. Yen nodded then gestured to my body.Â
âI need to check on your injuries, is it alright for me to do that now?â I nearly nodded, but remembered the pain in my neck.Â
âYes,â I croaked. And then, âWhereâs my Dad?âÂ
âHeâs waiting outside. Talking with the police and your lawyer.â Dr. Yenâs voice was soothing and her hands were gentle, but whatever she was working on, whatever happened to me, hurt. My next words were a gasp as she pressed her hands into my thigh.Â
âLawyer?âÂ
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to cause you pain.â She continued pressing on my skin, even more gently than before. âAnd yes. You fought five men that night. Two of them are in the ICU.â Five? There were six. Werenât there?
âThat night?âÂ
âYes. Youâve been in a medically induced coma for 6 days.â The static was beginning to fill my head again. Buzzing numbness that trickled to my chest and down my limbs. I donât know if I made a sound, I couldnât feel it in my throat, but I must have done something. Dr. Yen flicked her eyes to mine.Â
âDo you remember what happened?â I battled with the buzzing in my head, tried to hold onto the flickers of nightmaresâno, memories that flashed by like a film reel.Â
âIâŠI think. I know that there were six guys. Is Winny. Oh god. Is Winny okay?â Dr. Yen gave me a small smile as she leaned away from me and pulled off her exam gloves.Â
âYou should focus on healing. Youâve been through a lot.â
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I donât know how long Iâd been sleeping, but when I woke up again, my dad was by my side, holding my right hand and brushing a soothing thumb over it. I squeezed on instinct, relief over something familiar felt like a balloon popping in my chest.Â
âDad?âÂ
âThea? Sweetheart? Oh thank god. Thank god.â His grip on my hand tightened and I groaned in pain. I hurt so much everywhere, but I could only see the bandages on my hands and arms. There were more than I expected.Â
âDad, what happened?â
âThea, sweetheart, how are you feeling?â His complete avoidance of my question had alarm bells ringing in my brain. The buzzing numbness was still there, dissipating in the wake of the fluorescent hospital lights, and I tried to blink away everything happening in my head.Â
âConfused. Why wonât anyone tell me anything? What day isââ I stopped as I saw the balloons floating by the door. There was a big silver â18â that looked to be covered in confetti, and it was surrounded by a bundle of teal balloons that read âHappy Birthday Thea!â.
I missed my birthday. I missed my eighteenth birthday. If Iâve been in the hospital since that nightâŠThen Iâve been here for weeks.Â
âHappy Birthday kiddo?âÂ
âToday?â His smile dropped along with his shoulders. It was like a puppet having its strings cut. Dad was huge, even taller and bigger than Uncle David, and heâd always been the strongest person I knew. Now, with his hand in mine and his eyes shining as they catalogued every bit of me in this hospital bed, he looked small. I squeezed his hand. I still wanted to know what day it actually is.
âYesterday.â He sighed and his shoulders dropped. âDr. Yen says itâs good youâre resting. Means youâre healing.â Images of my nightmares burst in my head like camera flashes. I blinked them away. I didnât care about healing. That didnât matter. I needed to know about Winny. I needed to know that she was safe. That I kept her safe.Â
âWhereâs Winny?â Dadâs face dropped, and he looked so much older than I remembered. There was grey at his temples that I couldnât have sworn hadnât been there when I left for college. Lines on his forehead that creased as he studied my face.Â
âShe died. There was a car accident. After.â She died. She died. Died.
âWhat? ThatâNo. I, Iââ saved her. I tried to save her.
âThea, Iâm sorry.â
âWhen is the funeral?â No apologies would fix this. Nothing would bring her back, but I needed to see her. Before she was gone, I needed to see her. One last time.Â
âYesterday.âÂ
The balloons fluttered from the air vents pushing cool air into the room. âHappy Birthdayâ. The air moved the balloons again, and they made a soft squeaking noise as they rolled against each other.Â
Happy Birthday. Anna would never have another birthday. Sheâd never have another day. She was gone.Â
âThea, honey.â Dad halted his words. He must have seen something on my face. There was nothing he could say. Not really. Not as I buried my birthday with my last memory of Winny.Â
Iâd tried to save her. Why couldnât I save her?
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A/N: Okay so basically, I got really into the aftg social media AUâs and I read this one by @ninyard (really amazing btw) and thought âwouldnât aftg be interesting if there was a true crime blogger following the story as it unfolds? How insane would that get? Would they even figure out the yakuza involvement?â? Add in my inability to resist writing for the black characters in any fandom Iâm in and bam! You get thisâŠ
Basically timeline wise this is gonna go pre-aftg all the way through to the end. Itâs going to be mainly from Theaâs POV with maybe some Kevin sprinkled in (after my 4th reread I finally started feeling actual sympathy for him). I just think Theaâs interesting from the literal two lines weâve gotten from her. Sheâs clearly deeply loyal and protective, *whispers into the mic* just like Andrew *I am forcibly removed from the stage* but I think it would be interesting to see how they interact when theyâre on equal footing. As you can see, thereâs no age gap here, mainly because it wouldnât fit the story but also because I canât be arsed.Â
I am trained in Krav, Iâm rusty now, but in my heyday, my old ass could do some damage, so I figure, Thea being a young athlete already, can handle six guys with minimal physical damage (maximum psychic damage tho, RIP). Sheâll get worse before she gets better, but sheâll get better and then Kevin with show up with all the grace of a drunk elephant.
Big shout out to @andrewmsaidso for reading this and telling me I wasn't crazy for this!
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i made memes for my Kathea đș wip but theyâre shit but i made them & donât feel like wasting them so here have mediocrity
#apologies apologies#kathea đș#a mistranslation for survivor#amfs#project: kathea đș#my wips#adlerâs wips#katelyn mackenzie#thea muldani#theodora muldani#kevin day#aaron minyard#kevaaron#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#katelyn young#katelyn x thea#aftg memes
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My fix-it idea for the age problem with Thea and Roland is that instead of seeing two broken teens and engaging in a relationship with them or whatever that was they just... did what they could.
âą Thea was the first person that saw Kevin as more than his talent. More than Riko's #2, more than a shadow of a person. She saw someone being held back by the expectations put on him. And understood. Because she was one of the few women on the team. And damn if she'd just watch that happen to that 14yo. If being kind to him was also building up his spine to eventually leave, all for the better. Maybe that boy deserved someone that actually believes in him.
âą Roland realized that Andrew might be interested pretty quickly, but he was not about to mess around with a 16yo. Instead, he turned a blind eye when he took one of the other boys working there to the supply closet. And he kept turning a blind eye for years. He knew Andrew knew he was doing it. If turning a blind eye was also keeping an eye out so no one walks in on them, all for the better. Maybe that boy deserved someone to watch his back.
#i didn't expect this to get this long#i don't even mind thea and kevin getting together after canon#but before is extremely weird#thea x kevin#is it rude to tag this?#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#tfc#the foxhole court#aftg trilogy#aftg fix it#andrew x roland#kevin day#thea muldani
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Is it bad that I want Dalton to meet Thea? Or really more have Kevin see the two of them side by side? (Maybe at a Court thing?)
OOOOOOO oh boy do i like this one.
kevin is at an event to announce the new court members for the next olympics.
he only graduated two months ago, signing to new york blackhawks.
dalton is teaching at university of delaware. three and a half hours away.
the event is being held in chicago, and near half of the players in the NEL (national exy league) are in attendance. the only saving grace is the fact that matt, jeremy, and jean are all there as well. matt had signed to atlanta, georgia, while jean and jeremy both stayed to the west coast.
oh, and thea is there.
the event started an hour ago. they still havenât spoken. he hasnât spoken to her since theyâd broken up two years ago.
kevin is startled by his PR rep, who taps his shoulder. âi have someone i want you to talk to.â she looks giddy.
he follows her. itâs better than standing and socializing. or visualizing dalton at the event with him.
wait.
âdalton!â he drops his drink onto the nearest table and goes straight for his boyfriend. he nearly tackles him. they havenât seen each other in three weeks.
âwhat-what are you doing here!â he kisses him, and hugs him again. âi missed you.â
dalton is laughing in kevinâs ear, and kissing the side of his head. âitâs still summer, idiot. i donât start until august.â he squeezes him. âyou look so good. leena sent me one of your pro-shots for the team, you look good in gold.â he talks through kevin planting kisses on his lips, and they make their way back.
matt cheers when he sees dalton, but before they reach the group someone steps in their way. Â
thea muldani. âkevin, hello.â
kevin remembers a time when heâd do anything for her attention. he canât fathom why. now all he wants is for her to divert it elsewhere. âthea.â
âi see youâve got someone new.â itâs been two years. âi wouldâve known, of course, if youâd kept in touch like you claimed in your interview.â
this is childish. dalton inserts himself into the conversation. âdalton miller, pleasure.â he reaches his hand out. she looks a little off guard as she shakes it. like she didnât expect him to interfere. figures. sheâd been the boss in their relationship. god forbid someone else take her spot even after theyâve broken up.
âthea muldani. and what do you do?â
âiâm a professor. mathematics, to be vague.â
âteaching!â she looks enthused. âi imagine they donât get paid much. itâs a shame.â
âoh, iâm getting paid quite well, thank you.â his hand finds its way back to the small of kevinâs back. âbesides. iâm dating kevin day.â and walks them away.
kevin slides a hand smoothly over his mouth to suppress his giddy smile. thereâs no way that just happened. âi canât believe you just said that.â he laughs.
dalton takes a breath. âme neither, to be honest. i donât like her. she was talking down to you.â
and when kevinâs name gets announced he cooly takes his place on stage and winks at dalton. Â when did he get this bold?
kevin doesnât use social media, but he takes to twitter that night to post a dashing photo of himself and dalton, captioned best i ever had.
#kevin day#bisexual kevin day#kevin#the one where someone doesnât know who kevin day is#OC: dalton miller#dalton miller#kevin day x dalton miller#kalton#the foxes#the foxhole court#the raven king#the kings men#Palmetto State#palmetto state university#Palmetto State Foxes#exy#aftg#all for the game#thea muldani#jeremy knox#Jean Moreau#matt boyd#dan wilds#original character
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I just finished chapter 18 of 'addicted to the quiet type' by @passive-phantom and oh God i can't put into words how perfect the fic is and how emotional I am.
I really need somebody to make a playlist for the fic cause I'm emotional and bad at making playlists
#aftg#all for the game#andreil#andrew minyard#andrew x neil#neil josten#kevin day#thea muldani#jeremy knox#jean moreau#aaron minyard#nicky hemmick#renee walker#alison reynolds#fic#aftg fic#ao3#playlist
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Thea (Jean) and Jeremy hanging out
bonus: Kevin
#kevins dream#Jean Moreau#kevin day#jeremy knox#kevin x thea x jeremy#aftg fanart#tfc fanart#the foxhole court#all for the game#thea muldani#aftg
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You know, I always shipped Kevin with Thea, but now that I think of it.. she may not play with the ravens anymore, but she still is one. I mean she wears her old raven number as a necklace. For Kevin, it's such an important step to cover up his tattoo, his raven number, so how could he be together with someone wo can't or doesn't want to let go of their past with the ravens?
So, maybe we just don't know enough about Thea, maybe she later stops wearing that number, maybe (most likely) she's as traumatized as the other players who were part of that f*cked up team, but we can't be sure about that.
#allforthegame#thefoxholecourt#aftg series#tfc#aftg#nora sakavic#kevin day#thea muldani#kevin x thea#psu foxes#ea ravens
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