#please tell me that is not kevin day

[jacksallys]

kevin day is so rachel berry coded

[kevrenee]

number symbolism in aftg

kevin's bday being 22 + 22 ravens when evermore was shut down + 22 of neil's names and cities

andreil jersey numbers adding up to 13. baltimore happened on 10/3.

renees jersey number being 9 - stephanie being renee's 9th foster home

jeans jersey being 29 for kevin (2) and renee (9) and jeremy (2+9=11)

riko's perfect court fell after number 4 (四 ie, 死 (death))

neil's 10 is the mirror image of riko's 01

[ivy-meshle]

Anyways. How fucking funny and how fucking sad it would be if Kevin Day did eventually get a chance to go skiing, only to promptly fuck up his skis and. get injured. in a skiing accident. How would you even communicate that to the press.

[allforjeanmoreau]

Kevin asking the important questions 🫠

[deeppenguinstudent]

I think if kevjean were dating and Jean gets a dog, he would get a husky just to annoy Kevin because of how huskies usually are. But what Jean didn't account for was the headache of dealing with the clingyness and attention demanded from both Kevin and the husky that increases in ten fold because why the fuck is Kevin competing with a dog

[aftgphoenix]

Do y’all think Kevin knows about Elodie? Did Jean ever tell him he has a sister?

[daddyduncan69]

neil: the player? the pawn? both? neither?

[mdoesitmatter]

Do you know how we should call the scene, where Jean had thrown away all of Andrew’s candy bars?

Candy Crash…

I have no sense of humour.

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

irish people I need you assistance !!!

please what some Irish pet names for you child/children that Kayleigh would've called Kevin??? and also Irish holidays and traditions !!! I'm begging for answers because I do not want to write this inaccurately and be offensive

[dvrcos]

Fuck it, what piercings I think aftg characters have

Aaron: one lip piercing (like Luke Hemmings old one idk the name) that’s a silver hoop, first lobes that are little black studs, left eyebrow piercing (also silver)

Andrew: septum, double lobe and a double helix on the left (all black jewelry), right eyebrow piercing

Neil: first lobe, he switches them to little Exy racket studs when they’re healed andrew got them for him

Renee: first lobe but she used to have an industrial and her nostril pierced but took them out

Allison: triple lobe that she is constantly changing to various cute earrings, double nostril piercing on the same side and she does double hoops

Nicky: only has his nostril, he cried and swore to never get another piercing ever again

Kevin: got one nipple pierced when he was drunk and they were out in Columbia and Nicky somehow convinced Andrew they should all go get piercings

Dan: first lobe and she wears little gold fox paw print earrings, a nostril piercing with a gold hoop

Matt: stretched first lobe piercings

Jeremy: eyebrow !!!!

Jean: daith with a silver star hoop (he gets migraines and wanted to see if it helped)

[achillesinagaypanic]

I will add myself to the AFTG clutter, well after the trilogy is done:

Currently on TRK after finishing TFC in 2 days, I am hopeful to continue my quick reading. Some notes on my read so far:

I am having a hell of a laugh reading out all of Jean's dialogue with a french southern accent because peuchère il est marseillais le peutchi

I am also crying at the littlest things, like the showers in the first away-game against the terrapins (which I was surprised to discover is apparently a turtle??) But big events leave me indifferent (like Seth, but I think that was meant to be seeing as Neil had about the same reaction) or numb and in shock (like learning Neil BELONGS TO THE MORIYAMAS??? HELLO???? I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING????)

I should be doing homework. I am not. I will get in trouble. But at least I'll know how this all ends. I love theatre but the power of Adhd hyperfixation is stronger than me </3

I am VERY AFRAID to interact with fandom because I don't want to get spoiled (looking at you, dr who hyperfixation where I know way too much because of AO3) but I will be glad to update to you all my reactions through text as I read through this (though I will slide over most of the "I wish I could go in there and hold/punch him/her"s and "Omg he's so fucking hot"s)

Every character of the team is so fucking attractive and I was 100% shaming myself for my reaction when Kevin full-body-pinned Neil against the wall. 1/2 of my thoughts and reactions are "when is it my turn" or "omg let's switch places".

I was extremely worried when Neil woke up in Nicky's arms after having been drugged because like ???? Did they do anything ????? But then realized that Nicky would do no such thing, despite repeatedly talking about it.

The girls have all my love, seriously, Dan is wonderful as a captain AND as a friend, Renee is so nice I aspire to have her self-control, Allison needs a hug.

ALSO!!! IN THE SHIPS!!! (Because I did discover this off of a gay edit between Andrew and Neil "Yes or no Neil? / It's always yes with you") I fucking love that I can ship Andrew, Neil and Kevin interchangeably. Like, Guard dog and Hurt runaway? Fuck yes. Famous but kept captive and Underdog but free? You got it. Anxiety ball and Dangerous but somehow reassuring? Give me all of it.

OKAY now I need to let my newfound knowledge sink in because wtf was that conversation (Neil and Kevin about the whole lore thing), thank you for reading my thoughts as an excited first-time reader

[currenthyperfixation07]

AFTG x Haikyuu

Okay I have had an AFTG x Haikyuu fic WIP overtake my life. Is anyone interested in being a beta reader or bouncing ideas with me? I'm going slightly insane at the lack of volleyball Foxes AUs and I want to remedy this fact. The parallels are just so GOOD. It needs to be explored. I have created this side blog solely in pursuit of this goal.

[dayurno]

the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)

Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)

“Riko? Are you awake?”

In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)

Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary. 

“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly. 

Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.

Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it. 

Neil knows the gray does something to people.

what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!

[app1es0uce]

More like Bore Ragnarok

More like Bore Ragnarok

[pyrepostings]

Whumperless Whump Event: The whump morning after

Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

Free Birds and Fiddlers

cw: morally grey whumpee, improvised medical care, noncon reference, disabled whumpee, consensual drug use, usamerican writing UK setting with not enough time to check every regional difference, referenced past disordered eating

~~~

Kevin woke to the hiss of an oxygen mask, and pain. If he woke up at all, he expected it to be a hospital, wrists back in cuffs, and the air certainly tasted like it. But when he opened his eyes, a hospital room was not what he saw.

He found himself in a small cluttered bedroom. His arms were free, save for the IV hanging from a clothes hanger off of a curtain rod, the curtain itself covering the entire window. The warm orange lamp on the bedside table provided the light the window couldn't, and he really hoped it was the actual bulb flickering like a candle and not his brain.

He pawed at the plastic on his face, ignoring the way his abdomen flared. He just needed his lungs back under his own control.

Once his face was free and he could breathe in the musty, non sterile air of the room, he allowed himself a wince, and held his side. There were bandages over the wound, and touching them only made it hurt worse. He supposed that if he was still alive they were done well enough.

His entire body ached and flared as he tried to get up. He wasn't planning on going far, he just wanted to sit up, and not feel as helpless as he likely was.

As he was rolling to his side, trying to stretch aching joints, the door opened. A man he had never seen before entered, a cup of tea in hand. And behind him- a man Kevin recognized. Alex.

He felt his heartbeat quicken.

"Ah, none of that. Lay still, you'll pop your stitches."

"Listen to the doc, baby. He's pulled out more bullets than you've probably fired."

"Considering I fight with blades, that's only so impressive."

"Yeah, and how did that go for you?"

"Well, last I saw it, the building was no longer standing."

"Oh hush, you two. I said lay back down." The doc set the mug down on the bedside table, and the doctor's hand was pushing his raised shoulder gently back into the mattress. "I'll help prop you up with pillows but I need you to relax."

"How can I relax with a rapist standing over me? Where's my gear?"

"Hey! I saved your sorry ass. I found you bleeding out and brought you here."

"Well I'd take a prison med-bay or bleeding out in that alley over owing you anything, so don't expect thanks." He tried to stand, with great effort, but quickly remembered why he hadn't planned on it.

"Wheres my staff?" He demanded.

"The doc said to lay back down, you don't need it."

"And I'm telling you that if you don't give back every atom of gear I had, we're going to have problems, and I am so fucking done putting up with you."

As sharp as his glare was, Kevin really wished he had his knives to back up the threat.

The doctor spoke. "Hey, Kevin, right? I'll get you your stuff, it's just in the other room. But you can't leave this flat, alright? There's a warrant out for your arrest. People are looking for you and for anyone who escaped. You're injured-"

"I've been injured before, I'll walk it off. Give me my staff."

"You don't understand, you're safe here-"

"Great, then give. Me. My. Staff. Back."

The doctor considered him for a moment. "Fine, but you need to rest. Even walking across the room could pop your stitches now, you don't want that."

"Fine then. I suppose as long as all my property is returned and Alex stays very away from me, I'll stay here and rest." Not that I like it.

To Alex the doctor said, "Give us a minute, ok?"

And thankfully Alex did leave with a huff.

"I'll help you sit, here." The doctor propped the pillows and held put a hand to help Kevin settle back.

Now that the adrenaline was fading, he was back to feeling every flare of pain that came with every movement. He tried to suppress it, but that only worked so well. It's not like he was expecting to get painkillers.

"So, doc, why am I not in a real hospital? You even a real doctor?"

"I am. I just also have a deal with the local crime boss to heal his goons on the down low, and so Alex brought you to me. If you really want to be brought there I understand, but I recommend you stay here."

"Hm." The silence stretched as Kevin was handed the mug of tea and sipped.

"My name's Martin, by the way."

"Ah, are you Doc Martin, then?"

He rolled his eyes as if he's heard the joke before. "Yeah I guess you could say that."

"Can I have my things now, please?"

"Yes, of course."

Doc Martin returned quickly with a bundle of familiar objects and set them beside Kevin on the bed. His short wooden staff, more of a cane really but that was because his actual staff would be too clunky on his back during flight, he propped against the nightstand. He took inventory of the rest.

Two plain knives, about 4 inches of steel. Cleaned, by someone other than himself, but needs sharpening. Two much longer blades, similar story. Attached to these is the homemade flight gear he forged in secret. Mostly intact, save for the right punctured gas tank, likely the same bullet that he could now thank for temporarily confining him to the bed.

Leather harness, intact. One unused smoke bomb. No unused explosives. One detonator remote, intact. A combat mask, painted black with a green clover outlined around the left eye, intact though lenses smeared with soot. A black woolen cloak, emblazoned with no emblem, ripped but usable, no blood visible or otherwise apparent to the touch, likely cleaned. Knee high combat boots, intact. Trousers, socks, pants, freshly washed. The loose clothing he wore was not his own.

"Where's my shirt?"

"Still hanging to dry by the washer. I had to soak it for awhile to get the bloodstain out. It's still there if you squint, but I got most of it. Do you want it back now?"

"No, but I do when it's dry."

Emergency med kit, mostly untouched. He took note of the bracelet he put on himself preceding the attack still on his wrist. Big red cross symbol, and the drugs he put in his system, the dosage and time and his weight. Blood type. Just because he wasn't scared of death didn't mean he wanted to die because some well meaning doctor didn't know he had numbing agents in his system already.

Small box containing quick hair dye, and concealer meant to go over the tattoo on his temple, could still be useful.

"Hey, Martin. You said there's a warrant out for me. Do they know it's me who took down the building, or they grasping at straws, do you think?"

"Mmh, hard to say for sure. But they do know you ditched your parole officer last year, were held in that prison before that. They know about the face tattoo of yours matches the one on the mask, though not the placement. They showed your mugshot on the telly as a suspect, but it looks like they didn't get your face from the attack. They also know you're capable of murder, and telling civilians not to engage with you but rather phone in tips."

"Technically, it was self defense."

"Technically, they have you on record insisting you killed a close friend in cold blood."

Kevin closed his eyes and leaned back into the cushions. "Ah, right then. So now they believe me."

The silence stretched between them.

"So, are you hungry?"

Kevin couldn't help but laugh at that. "Ah, that is the question, isn't it?"

"What?"

"It- it's not important. I'll eat your food, if you insist."

"Alright. And then after I want to change your bandage."

Masterlist

@whumperless-whump-event

[rekikiri]

To the many lovely people that are giving this post notes, I have posted a longer version of this to ao3!

a backliner from another team taunts kevin by calling him “pretty boy” and it immediately becomes A Thing amongst the foxes.

when nicky or allison see him around campus, they’ll whistle and cat call him.

lots of “hey, pretty boy!” “how’s it going, pretty boy?”

and kevin HATES IT. it simultaneously offends him to be called that and also flatters him. like how dare you call me pretty boy…but also, pretty boy? me?

and of course it has to escalate because it’s the foxes.

nicky and allison start to run out of steam a bit and decide to try to come up with similar nicknames for the other foxes. neil, of course, falls victim pretty fast.

the foxes are hanging out on a movie night, neil is curled up beside andrew and on the cusp of falling asleep right there, and allison gets an idea.

“since neil is the youngest, he’s the baby of our group. he’s gonna be baby boy.”

and neil is like :O what ??? And the other foxes talk over everyone and drown out his complaints.

aaron: “allison, that’s disgusting, what the fuck”

nicky, dan, and matt: “allison!! thats perfect! he is our baby boy!”

renee: “aw, that’s so cute!”

andrew: *silent but intensely staring at neil’s flustered state*

kevin: *silent and completely judging everyone in the room*

and it just sticks, ofc. it’s frequently shortened to just “baby” by allison, nicky, and (sometimes) dan.

kevin, aaron, and andrew never call him it

surprisingly, the next victim ends up being andrew.

once neil is unbothered by the nickname, they have to come up with a new one to start over. it begins during practice, and it’s surprisingly not allison or nicky that starts it

andrew is in goal but he’s completely zoned out. which isn’t unusual, but instead of just ignoring everything, he is staring at neil. his eyes are tracking neil as he is zooming around the court without leaving him once. most of the team starts to notice and are silently laughing at it because, yeah, andrew, we totally believe you that you and neil aren’t dating sure.

wymack notices his distraction but is content to ignore it for a while. eventually, after a few too many shots just sail right past his head, he bangs on the door to alert the team he’s opening the court doors.

“hey, lover boy, we’re kind of having a scrimmage here. stare at josten on your own time.”

“mind your pay grade, coach.”

and andrew doesn’t even look bothered. he just slowly rakes his eyes over neil again before turning away. the entire team is failing to contain their laughter. even aaron is having to cover his laugh up with coughs to try to keep up his front of hating their relationship

to his credit, neil only blushes a little bit

so that’s how our bastard trio end up being pretty boy, baby boy, and lover boy :)