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hiatus! I’m going to be offline until june 11th - ish. and this is the end of my queue

PSU FOXES: #9 GOALKEEPER, RENEE WALKER

“Maybe he thought it past time you and I got to know each other a little better.” Renee studied Neil. “I am not the girl I once was, but the shade of my old life will always exist inside of me. That is what helps me connect with Andrew. I am hoping it will help me connect with you.”

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ this place is the closest thing to home i have. ❞

IT WAS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN. renee couldn’t help the sadness that washed over her as the year came to a close and they said goodbye to another group of seniors. as a freshmen it was hard to see a group of people she’d just started to get to know leave. but with every year the goodbye only got harder. and she couldn’t help but feel the looming cloud over her. soon she would be the one people were saying goodbye to. she’d not only have to say goodbye to her friends and her home, but also exy. most of them weren’t going to go on and play professionally. most of them would have to put down their rackets and move onto the world of adulthood. renee knew she wanted to coach one day. she hopes she could make even half the impact that wymack has. but the fact she wouldn’t stand in goal and be a player on a team again filled her with a sadness she has never felt before.

allison’s words fill a warmness in her heart. the sadness would come again, but for now there’s a smile growing on her face as she leans against the other. ❝ I care about you too. and no amount of time or distance will ever change that. ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​​​  ft.   allison

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ i trust you with my life. ❞  

ANDREW LETS OUT A SIGH. the noise sounds somewhat annoyed. he knows that deep down, he’s glad that neil trusts him. while he might bite back against the redhead, he would do anything to protect the idiot. even if saying the words out loud made his stomach churn slightly. andrew reached over to grab at neil’s chin and turn his face to get a good look. it took far too much effort to keep his usually blank expression in its natural state as he looked at those blue eyes. ❝ someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed. and history has shown that someone won’t be you. and you’re entertaining enough to keep around, so I don’t want you to die just yet. ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​​​​​  ft.   neil

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ you’re the only person i have left ! ❞  

DAVID FINDS HIMSELF BETWEEN TWO OPTIONS. kevin is still new to the team. and like the rest of his foxes david had to learn how to best comfort him. some of his kids just need to let their emotions go. unopposed and feral. it wouldn’t be the first time that a piece of furniture was broken in his office or apartment. but that was all fixable. new furniture could be bought and worth the sacrifice even if it only allows the kid a brief moment of stratification. they’d been through too much to get yelled at for breaking a piece of wood or chair. david eyes the younger man briefly as if the answer on what to do would come to him magically.

there’s a brief pause before his hands reach to rest on both of kevin’s shoulders. his grip is firm in what he hopes brings comforts to kevin but he’s ready to pull back at the first sign of discomfort. ❝ hey kid, look at me, ❞ david pauses for a moment as he attempts to make eye contact with kevin. he needed the boy to hear the words that he was speaking. ❝ I know the foxes ain’t shit. i know this fall hurts like hell and you got a lot of shitty cards dealt to you. i might not be the last person you wanted to have left. but I can promise you that I’m not going anywhere. ever. I’m always going to be in your corner kid. and you’re going to get more people in your corner again. it’s going to be okay. I just need you to breathe. ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​​​  ft.   kevin

Pride Month 15/30 - Andrew Minyard (All for the Game)

“But from now until May you are still Neil Josten and I am still the man who said he would keep you alive.”

FOUND FAMILY — ❝  i trust you with my life.  ❞  

THE WORDS SHOULD GIVE HIM A SENSE OF COMFORT. andrew was used to people leaving. at first it had hurt. he didn’t understand why no one wanted him. why his own flesh and blood had given up on him. but then the cruel face of the real world relieved itself to him and andrew found himself in too many situations to count where he let out a sigh of relief when people left. the idea that someone would willingly stay with him despite every sharp word – or knife – he throws their way leaves the blonde left in an almost numb state of confusion. he’s not sure how to process his feelings. the only thing andrew can manage to cling to is the small flame of anger that flickers in him at neil for making him feel emotions he doesn’t know how to process. at least anger andrew knew and understood. ❝ that’s bold words coming from a professional runner. did you get a concussion in the game last night? ❞

— @warnsyou​  ft.   neil

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ i’ve never been part of a group before. ❞  

IT WASN’T OFTEN THEY SPOKE. while the twins seemed to have come to a vague civil understanding that katelyn would admit she still didn’t completely understand, what she did know was aaron kept her as far away from andrew as possible. even going as far as moving out of the once shared space and switching with neil. plus andrew wasn’t quiet about his distaste over the idea of aaron and katelyn moving into a house with some friends next year. while she enjoyed her time with the foxes while andrew was gone – guilt always fills her stomach whenever that thought crosses her mind – she wasn’t sure how neil felt about her. they got along fine during that time. he’d always been on the quiet side. but that had been before him and andrew became a couple. and she wasn’t sure how deep andrew’s distaste for her ran. while she figured andrew wouldn’t talk about her, she still worried neil would think better safe than sorry and stay away from her.

her comment makes her smile. she’s heard things about neil, mostly through nicky. and he seemed like a good guy. she was glad that he found his little college group. no matter how dysfunctional her boyfriend’s family and their adopted stray, kevin, were. they might not always be the nicest to other people ( or to each other ) but she knew they would always have each other’s back. ❝ that’s the thing I always loved about being on a team. it’s nice knowing people have your back. even if they get a little crazy sometimes. the exy team is lucky to have you, you know. you’ve really helped the team. ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​​​​​  ft.   neil

queue is running but im not actually here. my friend invited me to hang with her family this weekend. i will be on my phone ish

mutuals only: abby mcqueen ❤✨#7354

𝙽𝙾. 𝟹 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙳.   warnsyou

he could feel andrew’s irritation growing by the second,    but neil was willing to stay his ground where he could.   he’d taken andrew’s car of course,  with andrew knowing,  but he hadn’t anticipated a run in with  a litter of kittens  he hadn’t quite been able to leave behind to their own devices.  had the end of the year messed him up that badly,  that he’d developed a conscious big enough to fit five runts into with himself?  with a faltering sigh he began to explain himself,  or at least try to.    ⍘  yours,  but  …  everything’s fine.  it’s not scratched.  ⍘    he could try his luck in the kitchen,  but neil knew he’d be sentenced to exile if anything had happened to the car.  right about now,  though,  he was sure andrew was picturing some way to get away with throwing neil into the traffic.

as andrew chided him out of his wits,  neil brushed the back of his head and raised his brows in mock surprise.    ⍘  honestly,  i don’t know what you just said.  i stopped hearing you after ‘functionality’.  ⍘    but it was too late for andrew to grab for him with a kitten safely held against his chest,  and neil knew it,  hence the grin splitting his face as he rubbed the top of the kitten’s small head.    ⍘  it’s the pinched face it’s got.  the pink nose.  the claws,  maybe.  i’m not lying about that at least.  so we can keep them?  ⍘    he ducked his head down close and quick,  pressing a kiss to andrew’s cheek before retreating with a flutter of amusement.    ⍘  for now?  ⍘

ANDREW DOESN’T BELIEVE A WORD OUT OF NEIL’S MOUTH. on one had the blonde knew neil had learned his lesson about lying to andrew ( or rather, stretching the truth an uncomfortable amount ) and he couldn’t recall the last time neil had told him a blatant lie. but he had a very hard time believing that these little demons with fur hadn’t scratched up the leather of his car. or worse. make it smell like cat piss. andrew briefly realizes that if neil was anyone else and tried to pull that stunt they would already have a knife to their throat. it wouldn’t matter if they attempted to use to fluff balls as a buffer. then again, that was why neil was the only other person that had the keys to his car. ❝ if I find a single fucking scratch in there, I will find a way to make you pay. that’s a threat and a promise, josten ❞ even if it’s an empty-ish promise. he knew he’d react to the scratches but his words were deeper than what he’d actually do to neil. he’d probably just attempt to suffocate him with a pillow.

neil’s raised eyebrow with the mock surprised made andrew wonder if he should have a more violent reply. the corner of his lips twitch up in a rare half smile. ❝ I can’t wait to kill you and frame kevin for your death. I think it’ll be my greatest accomplishment. ❞ the rare half smile shifts into a slight scowl as he looked down at the ball of fluff currently between his fingers. his fingers twitch to gently pet the animal along its spine. he shifts it slightly to look at the face they apparently shared but the small animal gave a quiet meow at the movement. ❝ I don’t have a pinched face ❞ is all andrew manages to bite back. he couldn’t deny the pink nose or the claws. he wouldn’t mind having claws. ❝ fine. but you’re finding a home for them, idiot. ❞ andrew attempts to kick his leg out to hit neil’s shin when he moved close to kiss his cheek but the motherfucker was too fast. he can’t believe he was agreeing to have kittens in the house. at least it was kevin’s lunch they ruined. not his.

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ no matter what you do or say , i’m not leaving you.  ❞  

THE WORDS SHOULD GIVE HIM A SENSE OF COMFORT. andrew was used to people leaving. at first it had hurt. he didn’t understand why no one wanted him. why his own flesh and blood had given up on him. but then the cruel face of the real world relieved itself to him and andrew found himself in too many situations to count where he let out a sigh of relief when people left. the idea that someone would willingly stay with him despite every sharp word – or knife – he throws their way leaves the blonde left in an almost numb state of confusion. he’s not sure how to process his feelings. the only thing andrew can manage to cling to is the small flame of anger that flickers in him at neil for making him feel emotions he doesn’t know how to process. at least anger andrew knew and understood. ❝ that’s bold words coming from a professional runner. did you get a concussion in the game last night? ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​​​​  ft.   neil

I’m too impatient to wait to post this so

𝙽𝙾. 𝟹 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚆 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙳.       warnsyou

there were still thirty minutes left to full time,    but he liked the last few moments of quiet inside where it was just his thoughts ricocheting off a concrete wall.  neil pressed the wet cloth harder to his lip,  the fabric coming away stained red as his hair before he turned his cold stare back at andrew.  if he wanted to play at denial,  then neil was determined to chalk up to the challenge.  he didn’t bother to get up from the cold floor and instead pulled his legs up against his chest,  his arm thrown over his knee and his hand hanging empty.    ⍘  you don’t actually want me to.  ⍘

a sniff,  a swipe at his mouth,    and the blood had slowed.  the only other injury was a bruise over his cheek,  all from throwing his helmet away before he’d tried to deck the backliner getting on his case.   he’s fast,  but doesn’t always get away.  he wanted desperately to believe andrew was the same,  and at the same time didn’t.    ⍘  because i’ll say things that will hit too close to the truth and make you hate me even more.   and i’ll like it too much.  we’ll both like that too much.  ⍘    if he seemed cocky before,  it was worse now.  remorseless,  he leaned back against the bench and stuck his ankle out,  his shoe pushing against andrew’s just as the corner of his mouth twitched up.    ⍘  is maith liom thú.  i said your face looks funny.  ⍘

MAYBE HE SHOULD BE MORE CONCERNED. his teammate was sitting there. bleeding and clearly injured. but andrew wasn’t one of the upperclassmen. he wasn’t going to coddle neil because his nose was bleeding. after all, it had been the idiots who decided to get in a fight in the first place. part of the consequences of getting into a fight was you might walk away looking worse than the other guy. andrew wasn’t a stranger to getting into fights but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes every time kevin or neil got in a barrel over god damn exy. they really shared the same braincell and andrew had to wonder if it ever actually worked or if it was dead.

andrew’s face doesn’t change. it remains a blank canvas void of any emotion though a flicker of annoyance flicker across his face. though the annoyance had less to do with the situation and more the fact that neil seems to have an annoying habit of managing to get andrew to care about things he didn’t want to care about. ❝ you really are just all talk, huh? I think you’ve gotten too used to running your stupid mouth and then making a break for it. but I have a feeling even this broken nose of yours won’t teach you a lesson ❞ andrew gives a slight tsk at the end of his words. his eyebrow raised as he looked down at neil’s show pushing against his own. not one to be touched, his foot was a safe enough place to touch. it didn’t cause a violent reaction like if someone touched his back of shoulder. still he was tempted to stomp on the foot. ❝ it’s not very nice to speak in a language I don’t understand. my face looks normal. your face is the one that’s funny ❞

FOUND FAMILY — ❝ this place is the closest thing to home i have. ❞  

BECOMING A FOX WAS ONE OF THE BEST AND STRANGEST THINGS to happen to lance in his life. on one hand he could relate to neil. the closest thing lance had to a home was the orphanage from when he was little. it had been one of his favorite places and he saw those boys and miss calre as his family. he realized with a sadness that he couldn’t relate to neil completely because that place had been his home. he’d never be able to wrap his head around why the orphanage had been shut down. he was too young and sometimes life didn’t make sense. all lance knew was one day he had a warm bed and food in his stomach and the next he was getting shuffled around to different homes each week. more often than not he’d simply run away because the conditions were too awful to sit through another day.

besides the boys in the system and flynn, lance didn’t think he’d ever met someone who understood what he went through. part of him didn’t want to think that more kids had to endure so much while so young. and then he met the foxes. and quickly realized that maybe his story wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. sure, he was often homeless. and yes, he sometimes go weeks on little food. and while he’d surrounded himself with the alias of lance strongbow instead of arnold, he got to be lance as long as he wanted. never forced to shed the name. it felt wrong knowing he, an orphan as long as he could remember, knew what a home was, and yet neil hadn’t. ❝ I guess that’s why they always say home is where the heart is. biological family doesn’t mean anything. besides, you know, the biological part.  ❞

— @moonswove​​​​​  ft.   neil