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Foxes Headcanons (Modern Day: Social Media Edition)

•Neil Josten uses social media after canon.

^ he posts the most vague shit ever and dark humor posts. He also has an anonymous hate page full of Riko Moriyama being clumsy or clips from the game where he lost against the foxes.

^^ he uses audios on TikTok and other socials that imply he’s fallen for someone he was on a team with and just lets the fan base assume it was Matt bc the whole Andrew/Neil rivalry. He likes to see reactions.

•Andrew starts to do art to express himself.

^He has a few anonymous art accounts throughout a few platforms and posts like twice a week on each. Hes really popular on TikTok and insta.

^^Neil stumbles across his content and realizes it’s him because he posted a picture he drew and sat on his dresser. Neil doesn’t tell him but frequently visits the accounts bc he wants to see Andrews art but knows he isn’t comfortable sharing in person or he would have.

•Matt and Dan would be influencers.

^ Matt mostly does sports equipment rating and reviews but he also does goofy ass videos with the rest of the foxes. Dan would do a lot about woman rights and activism in general. Big supporter of the LBGTQ.

^^ I like to think they’d occasionally do videos where Dan reviews make up products but uses them on Matt instead. They’re usually silly.

•Aaron takes pictures of every drink he gets from Starbucks and is obsessed. He is a Starbucks girly and has over 200000 pts on the app.

^He saves the pts to use when he’s desperate and for whatever reason didn’t have his wallet on hand.

^^^Starbucks deadass sponsors him.

•Kevin doesn’t do socials and just hired people to run accounts for him.

^ He does the photo shoots and tells them specifically what photos to use. He also puts interview clips so people often time think they’re just fan accounts.

^^he also records and post one singular video a month on his TikTok about upcoming games which serves as reminder that it isn’t a fan account.

•Allison uses her reach as a Sport player to advertise her clothing line.

^ She she has posts with lines such as casual wear, athletic wear, business casual/proffesional wear, and normalizes business making plus size clothes.

^^ she makes a few different lines for her friends and never posts them or sells them to the public. This includes armbands for Andrew, bandanas for Neil, one of a kind pride outfits for all the gay bitches on the team (let’s be real they’re all fruity), fox themed shirts for casual wear (even after they stop playing for the foxes)

•Seth hates social media and doesn’t have any.

^ He MIGHT have another fox run one for him and doesn’t interact at all.

^^ He lets the other foxes post him on their socials but doesn’t want one of his own.

•Rene does a lot of advocacy things on hers.

^ She shares her story about how Christianity and exy helped her.

^^ She doesn’t want to seem like she’s forcing Christianity. She says “having any kind of faith”

•Nicky posts a lot of random shit

^vlogs, funny sports clips, pride stuff. Videos of him and Erik.

^^ He gets the twins in a few and they’re just glaring with such a “I can’t handle you anymore. You should have put me up for adoption /hj” face directed at him and there’s a few comments saying “wait… they’re both making the face. Which is which?”

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unsteady

~3yrs pre-TFC

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Seth was on his way back to the stairwell from the upstairs bathroom when he spotted familiar blonde curls through a doorway. He detoured immediately, pushing the door open the rest of the way with a clumsy shove. Allison was stretched out in bed fully dressed, heels still on. Eyes closed, a regular Sleeping Beauty. A frat boy was already half in bed with her, one hand on the pillow by her head and the other pushing her shirt up her stomach toward her bra. Another was at the foot of the bed with his phone out and camera on. When he saw who’d walked in on them, he snapped it shut with a tired, “Ah, shit.”

His friend didn’t realize he was already dead and sent Seth an impatient look. “Hey man, wait your turn.”

Seth could barely see straight, but in no universe could he not take a swing. He lurched forward, trusting the bed to stop him before he fell over, and caught hold of the guy’s frat jacket to start wailing on him. Three hits were enough he could throw the man off the far side of the bed and more than enough to lose his balance. He sat heavily on the mattress, swearing as he waited for the world to stop spinning, and glared at the three men bobbing and blurring together at the foot of the bed.

“Sorry, man,” the guy said, three mouths but one voice. “Didn’t know she was yours.”

She wasn’t; she never would be. But Seth refused to say that. Instead he gave Allison a rough shake. He thought she moaned, but it was more likely the man who couldn’t figure out how to get off the floor again. Allison was warm to the touch but limp and unresponsive. Seth held his hand up by his face, watching and waiting for his fingers to settle down into five digits. As soon as his vision was sorted, he got up and stormed out of the room.

He almost missed the railing when he grabbed at it. For a second he thought he had; he saw the stairs swim up toward him before he overcorrected and bounced back up. He could only see the outer edge of the party from the second-floor landing, but he yelled “Reggie!” down there anyway. A couple was trying to squeeze past him to find an empty room, but Seth grabbed the guy’s elbow and demanded, “Where is Reggie?”

“Don’t know a Reggie,” he said, pulling out of Seth’s grip and shouldering past.

Seth put his hand on the wall and stumbled down the stairs with a graceless speed that left him tasting the shots he’d been throwing back all night. He pushed his way in circles around the lower level, from the hallway to the kitchen and through the back doorway into the living room. He found Damien on the couch with a bottle of gin in one hand and a roach in the other.

“Where is Reggie?”

“Claudia,” Damien said with a jerkoff gesture. “Left uhh…” He trailed off to think, but his grasp on time wasn’t good enough to figure it out. Eventually he gave up with a shrug. “He’ll be back sooner or later.”

“Allison’s fucked up,” Seth said.

“Who isn’t? It’s a party.” Damien held out the roach in offering.

Seth left him there and went back upstairs. Up was much harder than down, as he kept almost tilting backwards. He had to haul himself up the last few steps with both hands on the railing. When he stumbled back into the room where Allison was not-resting, there was a new man waiting for him in the same frat lettering as the guy he’d knocked out. He punched Seth on his way through the doorway and started hollering some dumb shit about frat rules. Seth let it go in one ear and out the other, taking just a moment to register the taste of blood between his teeth.

A second later he launched at the man. Something everyone always forgot about the ragtag Exy team taking up space on campus: they were used to hitting and being hit hard enough to hurt through armor. Seth could take a punch better than anyone in this house and he knew how to swing twice as hard. He beat the man until he was snotty and crying on the floor, then sat down beside Allison again and pulled his phone out of his pocket. His fingers ached so badly he wasn’t sure he could handle the buttons, and his vision was crackling black as nausea threatened to get the best of him.

“Wymack,” a voice said at his ear.

Seth hadn’t realized he’d managed to dial out. “I can’t wake her up,” he said. He kicked at the fallen frat boy until he rolled away and Seth could see the lettering on his jacket. He read it off to Wymack, who answered with just a brisk ETA before hanging up on him.

There was no way any of them would get invited back to a frat house once he called a coach to their doorstep, but Seth would deal with his teammates’ outrage later.

He knew Wymack arrived by the way the music abruptly cut out downstairs and by the nervous rumble of conversations as students gave ground with mumbled excuses. Seth checked his bloodied knuckles as he listened to footsteps on the stairs. He could have called out, but his stomach was all liquid and he didn’t trust it not to spill over.

There weren’t a lot of rooms with open doors up here, so it only took Wymack a few moments to find them. He held out a hand to help haul Seth to his feet, then moved past him to check on Allison. Seth watched him check her breathing and her pulse and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him to do the same.

“We’re leaving,” Wymack said, more to Allison than to Seth. He hooked one arm behind her shoulders and another behind her knees, and he hoisted her ragdoll body off the bed like she weighed nothing. He carried her out of there and took the stairs down as carefully as he could. Seth hadn’t been invited to come along, but he followed after them anyway. Better to go with them and face Wymack’s judgment than have to fight everyone in here as soon as Wymack was out of sight.

“Door’s unlocked,” Wymack said when they reached his car.

Seth got the back door, and Wymack put Allison down across the backseat. Seth went around to the other side so he could help pull from the other end. He had to wrap her long hair up and tuck it against her throat; she’d kill him if he closed the back door on any of it. With her safe, he was free to take the passenger seat, and Wymack got them moving.

Getting in the car was the worst idea Seth had had all night, and Wymack had to pull over twice so Seth could throw up into the gutter. He didn’t realize they’d stopped for good until Wymack got out of the car. Seth stared out the windshield, blinking as hard as he could until the lettering for Reddin Medical Center came into view. Abby was on the curb under the streetlight, pajama pants poking out beneath her coat.

Wymack got the back door open and began the process of getting Allison out. Seth started to reach for his buckle, but Wymack said, “Wait here,” and Seth was tired enough to listen.

Wymack kicked the back door shut as soon as he had Allison clear of it, and Abby swiped her keycard to get them access to the building. She had to disarm the code before she could get the door for Wymack, and she rushed him out of sight. Seth considered going after them anyway, then put the chair back as far as it could go and fell asleep.

A careful hand on his shoulder woke him up some time later, and Seth pushed himself up to see Reddin was gone. He looked in the backseat, found it empty, and turned a bleary look on Wymack.

“We’re at Fox Tower,” Wymack said. “Can you make it inside?”

“Where is she?” Seth asked.

“Abby’s staying with her until the morning,” Wymack said. “Drink some water and get some rest, but know we’re going to talk about this when you’re sober enough to retain anything I have to say to you. Don’t start,” he said when Seth scowled at him. “Can you get inside, or do I need to come in with you?”

“I got it,” Seth said, fumbling with his buckle. He half-fell out of the car but managed to catch the door before his knees hit asphalt. He checked his pockets, looking for his wallet, and showed it to Wymack in a moment of triumph. “See?”

“Seth,” Wymack said as Seth started to close the door. Seth leaned over to peer across the front seat at him. Wymack’s expression was serious, but not angry, and all he said was, “Thank you for calling me tonight.”

Seth looked away. “She’s going to be all right,” he said. He refused to word it like a question. Allison would always be all right in the end. He was the one falling apart every time he looked at her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He shouldn’t have started looking in the first place. She was goddamned royalty and he was just—

“She’s going to be all right,” Wymack agreed.

Seth closed the car door and staggered to the rear door of Fox Tower. It took five tries to get the sensor to read his card, since he couldn’t hold his hand still long enough to trigger it. The elevator ride was so terrible he had to squat in the car for several minutes after it reached his floor. When he thought he could risk it, he headed for his room, where he nearly broke his key getting in. The others were all gone still, so Seth shuffled over to the couch, managed to kick out of one shoe, and passed out face down.

..

Fox Tower was so hostile the next day Seth had to take his hangover out into the fresh air and too-bright sun. It was exactly the wretched mistake he expected it to be. He crouched on the sidewalk and scrunched back into what little shade the building cast at this time of day. He scratched angry lines through his stubble and hated everything about the world. He was starting an alphabetical list of the most annoying things he could think of for lack of anything better to do when a familiar car turned into the parking lot.

There was no reason to get his hopes up, but Seth folded his arms across his knees and watched until the car came to a stop at the curb. Allison got out alone and waved Abby off through the passenger window. It was another minute before the nurse pulled away, as if she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to leave yet, but Allison stood still and watched her until she finally put the car back into drive. Seth took advantage of her distraction to study the willowy freshman. Her hair had obviously been washed and redone, but she was wearing what she’d had on last night. It was the first time he’d seen her in the same thing twice, outside of her Exy uniforms.

Only when Abby’s car was out of sight did she turn toward Fox Tower. Seth expected her to head inside without a second look his way, the same way she’d rebuffed him all semester. As much as it pissed him off to be dismissed right out of hand, he knew she was too good for him.

But Allison wasn’t heading for the door; she was coming over to stand in front of him. He held her gaze for only a moment before turning his attention on the parking lot. It wasn’t like he cared that she was okay, after all.

“At least stand up when I’m talking to you,” she said, a touch impatiently. “I’m not sitting on the ground in this skirt.”

“I’m comfortable,” he said.

She gave his thigh an ungentle kick. “I said get up.”

“Annoying fucking woman,” Seth said, but he stood up to glower at her. “What do you want?”

The curl of her lip said she was rethinking this entire thing, but finally she gave a sharp jerk of her hand and said, “To thank you, you witless tool. Don’t make me regret it before I can get it out.” It was enough to shut him up. Allison folded her arms across her chest and stared him down. At last her expression eased into something more troubled than annoyed and she said, “Thank you. Abby told me what happened.”

If it was anyone else, Seth would have mocked them for needing rescuing. He felt the taunts biting at the back of his throat, but what came out was, “I thought you were dead. And—good riddance, obviously,” he added, more to save himself than to rile her up again. “But Coach can’t afford another scandal, so—”

“Shut up,” she said, reaching for him.

He did as he was told, too distracted by her touch to remember the rest of his tirade. She had one of his hands in both of hers as she studied his bruised and bloodied knuckles. The fists that had gotten him this far in life looked meaty and ugly in her long fingers. For a moment he wanted to apologize for the brute he was; for a moment he was so ashamed of all of his hard edges he wanted to yank free.

But then she skimmed her thumbs over his knuckles, and she sounded so soft when she said, “Thank you for looking out for me.”

He could have said I shouldn’t have had to, or I won’t do it again, or Don’t drink so much next time. Even in his head they sounded more like lies than truth. What he said instead was, “I want to. Wanted, I mean.”

She studied him with unabashed curiosity for another minute before finally letting go. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, a little too smug for his likes, and she said, “No, I think you meant ‘want’.” She was undeterred by his fierce scowl, but since she wasn’t laughing him off he forced back every insult he could have thrown at her to reclaim the safe distance between them. The restraint paid off when Allison said, “You’re taking me to dinner tonight.”

“I didn’t hear a question in there.”

“I didn’t hear a refusal,” Allison said. “Pick me up at seven.”

She left without waiting for a response, and Seth could only stare after her. The door to Fox Tower swung closed behind her before his brain caught up with him again, and he gave a short fist pump of triumph.

He’d fuck this up, he knew. If not today, then tomorrow, or the next. She was taking a chance on him now that he was a little interesting, but once she realized he was a waste of space she’d move on to the next bright thing. Everyone left, sooner or later; that was just life. No one could stick around and stand him for long. But since Seth refused to be the first to bail, he’d hold on as tight as he could until she made him let go.

i was reading some of the aftg bonus content + old asks nora answered (here) and a lot of it is sad, but the one thing that truly got me was this:

i’m in tears over seth gordon because like. imagine for a moment that you are a fifth-year senior, last one standing of your original teammates, the rest of whom killed themselves or dropped out. you raised your younger siblings from elementary school onward, struggling with behavioral and substance issues for years. you try so hard to get clean but it never quite works unless your on-again-off-again girlfriend decides she wants to be with you, and she fills the void that drugs leave. it’s a good period with her, so you don’t take any drugs with you when you go out. you’re so close to graduation, so close to championships, but you overdose, drown in your own puke on the bathroom floor. it’s ruled a suicide, but you were killed by your new teammate’s enemy to prove a point. you sang. you were a tenor.

hey hold on a sec. we talk about what baltimore was like for kevin, neil, andrew, but can we talk about wymack for a second. Can we just.

the year before the twins and nicky signed at psu, two of wymack's foxes, ian and kirk, died in a car crash.

the next year, kevin day broke his hand and went to wymack, the only person he thought would keep him safe.

the year after that, seth gordon, the only surving member of wymack's original lineup, overdosed after he was so nearly clean, and it almost destroyed allison.

months later, andrew was attacked in columbia and committed to easthaven. aaron killed someone. andrew was gone and the others came back shattered.

then neil claims to go home for the holidays, they don't hear from him all of christmas break, and on new years, neil calls him and asks wymack to pick him up from the airport. he's there instantly and god, he looks half-dead. neil sees the 4 tattoo and tries to cut it off his face. all he can say is that he didn't sign to the ravens.

then there's the blood in the locker room. wymack can't push away the feeling that something's getting closer, something is coming to hurt his foxes and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

then. the game at binghamton. neil looks on edge but wymack doesn't ask what's wrong. neil and andrew are above his paygrade. then the riot. he can't see any of his kids in the crush. he finally pulls them all out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight–

neil's gone. neil's gone and they can't find him. andrew can't find him. neil got taken by someone. what was that like for david wymack? did it feel too familiar? did he look at his kids and think not again, i didn't lose another one again. does it ever scare him. does it terrify him. when aaron came back from the police station in columbia, twenty four hours in holding and he couldn't look wymack in the eye, did he think what if i can't save these kids? when andrew was lying in a hospital bed, too drugged to react, did he think what if i can't give them their second chance? when neil grabbed that knife, when he fell to pieces on wymack's kitchen floor, when he came back to them in baltimore, bloody and broken, did wymack think why am i always too late?

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.)

Part II of the perfume series.

Nicky:

That man does not give a single fuck if a perfume is for women man or Unix, he likes what he likes period.

I see him as a sweet and fruity perfume guy and I can imagine him with more than one.

One I can see for daily wear is mugler angel nova in the evening or for clubbing I could see him with lust for sun from Juliet has a gin.

I can also imagine that Erik gifted him something like boss orange.

Seth:

Axe Bodyspray, and too much of that.

Matt:

Matt is a rich boy, so he will wear more expensive perfumes, but not like Allison in a "I want the best" way but more in a "oh that smells nice what do you mean 200$ is expensive" kind of way.

I see Matt with like a woody clean scent with maybe a bit of green.

Examples would be xerjoff nio or parfums de Marly Perseus.

Kevin:

While from vibe alone he would peg me as someone who would spend time on something like perfume, I don't think his exy brain allows it.

I think he will want to smell clean and sophisticated for appearance sake, but he will not spend a lot of time.

I could also imagine him going with a brand who used him for advertisement.

I could see him in something like Paco rabanne invictus or parfums de Marly Percival.

Renee:

I take her shoes meine who doesn't take it too seriously, but will get joy out of trying new things.

I see her with perfumes with stranger notes, but still firmly rooted in the wearable area.

I think she is quite versatile but will maybe have 3 perfumes max at the time.

Perfumes I could see her with are yes I am by cacharel, Maison margiela matcha meditation or issey miyake l'eau d'issey.

Andrew:

Bow Andrew, with everything he does, is very intentional with perfume.

I don't see him as someone who will take that decision lightly and I definitely think he is someone with a signature scent.

He will spend money on that and he will not be afraid to go into niche territory.

I could imagine tobacco notes but I would also firmly put him with sweeter gourmand fragrances.

Something I could imagine on him is Montale Arabians Tonka or something like bdk gris charnel.

Please comment if you want someone else from the series✨

off-meds andrew has literally no chill remember when neil was like

“seth overdosed?”

and andrew just went “keep up with the conversation”

like somebody died andrew

a kiss on the lips for ANYONE who has EVER unkilled Seth in their fics AND made him friends with Neil I live off of this shit it's my drug of choice

i was reading some of the aftg bonus content + old asks nora answered (here) and a lot of it is sad, but the one thing that truly got me was this:

i’m in tears over seth gordon because like. imagine for a moment that you are a fifth-year senior, last one standing of your original teammates, the rest of whom killed themselves or dropped out. you raised your younger siblings from elementary school onward, struggling with behavioral and substance issues for years. you try so hard to get clean but it never quite works unless your on-again-off-again girlfriend decides she wants to be with you, and she fills the void that drugs leave. it’s a good period with her, so you don’t take any drugs with you when you go out. you’re so close to graduation, so close to championships, but you overdose, drown in your own puke on the bathroom floor. it’s ruled a suicide, but you were killed by your new teammate’s enemy to prove a point. you sang. you were a tenor.

Aftg where everything is the same but Kevin always turns up Get’cha Head In The Game at night practice

All For The Game Characters as dumb shit I said when I was drunk (pt. 1)

(these aren’t even funny I’m sorry)

Jeremy: “my only kink is love”

Renee: “it’s a fact that lesbians are immortal”

Neil: “a tram is a subway but like on top”

Andrew: “fuck off I am gay therefore I walk fucking fast”

Nicky: “once I move to New York and marry Timothée Chalamet it’s over for you bitches and you know it”

You ever just sit in your room and you’re fine but then you remember Sunrise. Abram. Death. These are the truths.

sorry not sorry for cuntifying Kevin

Neil and Kevin based on this tumblr post I made:

+ a bonus Andrew because I had space to fill

hey hold on a sec. we talk about what baltimore was like for kevin, neil, andrew, but can we talk about wymack for a second. Can we just.

the year before the twins and nicky signed at psu, two of wymack's foxes, ian and kirk, died in a car crash.

the next year, kevin day broke his hand and went to wymack, the only person he thought would keep him safe.

the year after that, seth gordon, the only surving member of wymack's original lineup, overdosed after he was so nearly clean, and it almost destroyed allison.

months later, andrew was attacked in columbia and committed to easthaven. aaron killed someone. andrew was gone and the others came back shattered.

then neil claims to go home for the holidays, they don't hear from him all of christmas break, and on new years, neil calls him and asks wymack to pick him up from the airport. he's there instantly and god, he looks half-dead. neil sees the 4 tattoo and tries to cut it off his face. all he can say is that he didn't sign to the ravens.

then there's the blood in the locker room. wymack can't push away the feeling that something's getting closer, something is coming to hurt his foxes and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

then. the game at binghamton. neil looks on edge but wymack doesn't ask what's wrong. neil and andrew are above his paygrade. then the riot. he can't see any of his kids in the crush. he finally pulls them all out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight–

neil's gone. neil's gone and they can't find him. andrew can't find him. neil got taken by someone. what was that like for david wymack? did it feel too familiar? did he look at his kids and think not again, i didn't lose another one again. does it ever scare him. does it terrify him. when aaron came back from the police station in columbia, twenty four hours in holding and he couldn't look wymack in the eye, did he think what if i can't save these kids? when andrew was lying in a hospital bed, too drugged to react, did he think what if i can't give them their second chance? when neil grabbed that knife, when he fell to pieces on wymack's kitchen floor, when he came back to them in baltimore, bloody and broken, did wymack think why am i always too late?

Aftg Twitter things !! part 6 ? 7 ? idk

this is mostly andrew so enjoy……

aftg twitter au thing . um yea enjoy

aftg fan base we’re so back.

this is part smth smth of the twitter things 🤘