#pov david wymack

[willowbird]

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

DID SOMEONE SAY TRANSDREIL!?

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

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

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

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

"What the actual fuck, Kaitlyn?

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

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

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

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

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

"Kaitlyn, what the fuck happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snapped his mouth shut.

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

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

David frowned, confused. "What?"

Then she said, "Kevin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[maladaptivedaydreamerlala]

Wymack sitting at the funeral of Riko, the dude who was his estranged son’s codependent brother, who treated him as a pet and mentally and physically abused and tortured him for years. The same dude who also physically abused and orchestrated the gang rape of said estranged son’s best friend. Who then blackmailed one of your players, who knew your son from years back, and let Riko beat the shit out of him over Christmas break because he didn’t want his situation-ship to get hurt, who is your estranged brothers codependent bestie and protector - who riko also orchestrated the abuse of anyway. And then your team proceeded to beat him in the championships, where he tried to kill one said player before the other broke his arm and then his brother who runs the Japanese mafia killed him and framed it as a suicide. And now you sitting next to said estranged son, who people blame his death on, watching him grieve this absolute psychopath cause that’s just how much he fucked him up.

Wymack: *thank god this isn’t awkward or anything*

[that-vampire-loser]

Unpopular Opinion but Andrew sees Wymack as more of a parental figure than Betsy.

Hear me out. He crashes on his couch, talks to him about Neil, stays over at his place all the time. He stays there the weekend after Higgins call.

Obviously he cares about Betsy, and she is his mother figure and friend but I think wymack is his go to when he just needs to decompress

[fivescocoa]

no because listen. a pre-canon duology, following kevin's perspective of the tensions rising in the nest as the media speculated that riko was holding kevin back, would kill.

book 1 would delve into the twisted dynamic riko and kevin had, and all the hopes and dreams (outside of exy) kevin held (like his love for history, his relationships with jean, jeremy, and thea), and who he built wymack up to be in his mind (foreshadowing how he'd eventually turn to wymack). it all would be building up an intense climax: their match to determine who was better. we'd get to see kevin throwing the match but trying so hard to not make it seem that way, and riko breaking his hand anyways. it would end with kevin showing up on wymacks door bloody and broken and begging for help.

book 2 would follow his spiral of despair about losing his playing hand and figuring out who he is outside of exy, riko, and the nest. it would be forming new bonds with the monsters and show what andrew taking him in was like... and, goodness, what it was like to have his father in his life knowing that he could never tell him the truth. it would be his journey through recovery and finding determination to not only play again but show the world that he Is the best. i think this book would probably end after the foxes signed him officially.

PRE-CANON KEVIN'S STORY IS JUST AS DRAMATIC AS THE MAIN SERIES AND WOULD BE FANTASTIC IN BOOK FORMAT !!!

[tooth-with-eyes]

Dare I say...

Kayleigh Day and Mary Hatford

[pip3dream]

love how everyone (kevin and wymack) knew Neil was in love with Andrew before Neil himself did

[jiksvokrat]

i need a jean vs wymack in a creating insults competition

[twispswatch]

aftg as a movie series would never work because so much relies on neil not knowing what the fuck is actually going on

“and andrews face did smth unreadable”

“and then everyone looked at me like i was crazy”

“the foxes were annoyed at me”

the audience would pull their hair out from stress five minutes in

[tiny-planet-13]

read all the new stories and I'm literally gonna cry I love these characters so much 😭😭😭

[onlinecasualty]

logged onto tumblr again for the first time after a massive move and theres more aftg content?? from what i can gather its part of the rainbowcrate books but my set is stuck somewhere on the opposite side of the country someone pls help what is going on

[300foxholecourtt]

David “I don’t do personal problems” Wymack

[mieeaahhh]

Andrews pov? Kevins pov? Dans pov? NAH I WANNA SEE WYMACKS POV!!!

[writereb]

This is Home Chapter 41: Castle Evermore

“Did you hear that, Nathaniel?” Riko asked, his voice a soft, mocking whisper. “You’re nothing. Less than nothing. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Neil stared back at Riko, the pain and exhaustion swirling in his mind like a storm. But somewhere deep inside, a small flame of defiance flickered, refusing to be snuffed out. He would endure this. He would survive. He had survived his father, survived years of running, of hiding who he was. He would survive this, too. Because he had no other choice.

Tetsuji’s words rang in his ears: “Too weak-willed.” They didn’t know him. They didn’t know the hell he had been through, the strength it took to keep going when everything in him screamed to give up. He was an omega, yes, but that didn’t make him weak. It made him a survivor. 

Neil’s vision blurred from pain, his body trembling from exhaustion, but he managed to curl his lips into a defiant smirk. “You keep saying that,” Neil rasped, his voice hoarse but laced with venom. “But it seems to me that the more you say it, the more you’re trying to convince yourself. Maybe it’s because you know, deep down, that you’re the one who’s truly nothing. Just a cast-off, a second son trying to play king in a kingdom that never wanted you.”

Riko’s eyes flared with anger, his grip tightening painfully on Neil’s chin. But Neil didn’t flinch. If he was going to be broken, he would do it on his own terms, with his own words.

Neil’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of all his years of defiance. “You can try to break me, Riko. But remember this: the more you push, the harder I’ll fight. And when you’re done, when you’ve exhausted yourself trying to prove something to a world that doesn’t care about you, I’ll still be here. And I’ll still be stronger than you.”

The room fell into a tense silence, the only sound the ragged breathing coming from both of them. Riko’s face was a mask of fury, and for a moment, Neil thought he might actually kill him right then and there. But instead, Riko released him with a shove, the force of it sending Neil sprawling onto the cold floor.

“You’ll regret that,” Riko spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Neil coughed, tasting blood in his mouth, but he still managed to push himself up onto his knees. “Maybe,” Neil muttered, glaring up at Riko with defiant eyes. “But at least I’ll regret it on my terms, not yours.”

[kevindayscrown]

Not reading them yet to not get spoiled myself as I wait for my copies BUT this is for whoever didnt buy the books:)

got my rainbow crate all for the game books! Im gonna add the bonus chapters here for anyone who didn’t buy the books cause they were EXPENSIVE

links aren’t working for some reason and you can only add ten pictures to a post so i’m gonna add the next two books in reposts

THE FOXHOLE COURT BONUS CHAPTERS SPOILERS BELOW

[double-aa-batteries]

things about about TSC I can't stop thinking about

"hindsight was a backstabbing bitch"

curtains symbolizing jeans healing journey, how he keeps them closed at Abby's in a effort to recreate the nest in search of some normalcy, how he opens them and looks out the window his new apartment, seeking calm in his overwhelm

"I want to go home" (13) meaning evermore vs. "I want to go home" (329) meaning to his apartment with Laila, Cat and jeremy

the fact that jean's phone is probably still in Abby's freezer

Kevin "their kindness matters" Day

Neil's smile is as unsettling to everyone else as it is to him and he has so much more Nathaniel in him than he recognizes in his own pov

Jean is so similar to neil in that they're both petty, dramatic bitches who care deeply about their teammates' safety

riko and the ravens quite literally took jean's name from him (Jean-Yves, Jonny, Paris)

"[Renee's] love was so tender it looked like grief as it curled her mouth and made her eyes shine"

jean gets forehead kisses from Renee and Cat

"that creepy little goalkeeper Andrew Minyard"

jean's many nicknames for neil: tiny bastard, tedious malcontent, abominable cockroach, wretched little runaway, ignorant child, etc.

Neil took the bandage off of jeans 3 and promptly stuck it over Kevin's chess peice

"I should have let him kill you," Jean said. "Probably," Neil agreed, "but you didn't, so here we all are."

"...aside from his outstanding murder charge, there was nothing interesting about that fox"

the fact that the point of tfc was to show characters who couldn't/wouldn't/ or were unable to heal from the trauma they had faced and yet from the very beginning and without question, TSC is about jean clawing his way forward and toward healing no matter what

the cheese drawer

dadmack dialed up to 1,000 See: "i will burn this house down before I let them touch you"

bisexual jean Moreau panicking over his teammates in swimsuits and Jeremy's long legs

"He's earned the right to be arrogant"

riko couldn't bring himself to hurt wymack because he was Kevin's father and Kevin was like a brother to riko and riko has always yearned for a father's recognition

Alvarez has a motorcycle and jean didn't say no to learning how to ride it

we know next to nothing about Jeremy Knox despite having chapters in his pov (why was he in therapy? why was his dad in France? what the hell did he do at the Fall banquet his freshman year to tear his family in half?)

that being said: Jeremy Knox is a rich boy with a butler

everything about Catalina Alverez

the fact that Jeremy knox has two brothers and one of them is probably dead

"rather than force the Trojans underground for that part, they simply built steps up and over it inside the stadium" the JUXTAPOSITION

Alvarez cooks and so now does jean

we know for a fact riko subjected Kevin to "subtler cruelties" while he was in the nest

"they never should have said yes when you asked" and "I didn't ask"

"as if you can tell a girl apart from a cow on a good day"

"permission to break his face, coach?" jean asked. "denied," white said.

all of thanksgiving pt. II

"alarm looked wrong on a face born for smiling"

jean casually saying "your apologies are as useful as perfume on a frog" to Lucas

Neil's whole relationship with Jean

David "I believe we all have the choice to be better than the hands that shaped us" Wymack

Neil generally being a menace to society but especially "Neil, being the person he was, pointed at the fire hydrant adjacent to it's front bumper and said, 'thats illegal, just so you know.'"

"the cracking heat in his chest could have been his ribs snapping or his heart breaking"