sunny

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my name is Sunny and I am new to tumblr! I have never used tumblr before but I thought it might be a good place to share my writing/headcanons that don’t belong on ao3 and anything concerning aftg.

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Kevin suddenly getting to see Andrew and Neil making out, being vulnerable with each other and consequently also him, and having no idea why he has been granted this privilege.

He just thinks it’s an mix of Andrew being used to keeping him close by as well as his new relationship with Neil. Once Andrew learns how to live without a threat on Kevin’s life, he will leave rooms with Neil in tow or send Kevin away, right?

Except that doesn’t happen. Andrew plays—actually plays in their games—and Neil does not only join him when he rewatches Exy matches, but for his weekly history documentaries as well. Kevin knows he couldn’t care less about historical accuracies, but Neil still entertains him with questions and listens to his rants.

And then it escalates further. Andrew starts using excuses of his old injury to massage Kevin’s hand. Neil presses his thigh and arm against Kevin’s when he leans against him to watch TV. Fingertips touching the small of his back, brushing against his tattoo in a sly remark, or digging in his waist when they’re disagreeing with him.

They kiss closer and closer to his position on the bench, beanbag, bed, until they are right next to him—basically pressing against him as he can listen to the wet noises of their kisses, and the slightest of moans out of Neil’s mouth.

One time, Neil is sitting on top of Andrew as they are making out. He must have been unsteady on top, because his hand grips Kevin’s shoulder. But even after he stabilizes himself, he keeps his hand there, rhythmically squeezing until it’s time for practice.

Another time, Andrew pulls Kevin with them by the hem of his shirt. Once the door to their dorm is closed, he presses him against the door with a hand on his chest, Neil pressed right next to him, and starts making out with Neil.

Something about someone he trusts completely watching him sleep and making sure that he is safe, that nobody will harm him, but also him being able to make sure his people are safe when they are at their most vulnerable state, fits him so well

First his mother, and then that small child all those years ago who just wanted to play Exy, and later more often when another Raven disappeared from the team after not showing potential or disobeying the master, and then anytime he looked at Jean and saw how much he hated life.

Once he left the Ravens and became a Fox, he thought he would finally stop grieving.

And then he met Neil, and Jean said the words “the Butcher’s son,” and Neil explained everything.

And suddenly Kevin feels this familiar heaviness in his chest. He is looking at Neil, and he keeps seeing this child, all excited to play with other children his age. Nathaniel had been so fast, here one moment, and across the court in the next.

All that keeps repeating in his mind now is how could he not know?

In the following days, weeks, months, he keeps looking at Neil making connections with the Foxes, looks at him living, and his heart aches.

Because Neil should be Court. He should have pro teams lining up to get him on his team, the US Court begging him to join once Kevin taught him everything he knew.

He had plans for Neil, and now it was for nothing.

So when he sees Andrew looking at him with curiosity, and Neil hanging on Andrew’s side anytime he had the opportunity, when he sees them disappearing together and coming back messier and with a certain glow, Kevin knows.

He knows what is happening, and everything in him screams to tell them that they should stop, that this will destroy them, that it has no chance of ending good. But Neil is going to die. Not even he is cruel enough to tell him no.

Imagine Jean, sleeping in the lonely room all by himself. In Laila’s house he also spent some nights alone, but he knew that his partner, that Jeremy would come back to them. Now, Jeremy has his own room. Privacy.

Jeremy deserves a room that is truly his (because god knows it isn’t at the Wilshire’s), a place that belongs him.

Still, Jean does not like the emptiness of this room. It doesn’t feel like his room when Jeremy is on the other side of the wall. Everything is too tidy and too quiet.

Jean stays up until late into the night, twisting and turning in his bed, missing something—someone.

He is tired after multiple nights like this and Jeremy is staying over again, which somehow makes the empty feeling in his chest worse.

At some point, he just resides that he will not fall asleep that night anymore.

It only takes a couple minutes before there is a knock on his door. Jean stands up, confused on who is still awake in the middle of the night.

He opens the door to see Jeremy.

Jeremy, who has the same problem. Jeremy, who cannot fall asleep in his home without Jean at his side anymore.

They fall asleep in Jean’s bed. Because it’s the bigger bed, they argue, and that way they will be in the same room with their own space to sleep.