#kevinmatt

[ganseybois]

please know that rarepair kevinmatt lovers are always welcome here. that is the thing i miss most about the aftg fandom. THEY are my aftg roman empire

[whatmack]

Matt/Kevin is good bc together with andreil they balance out the height

Matt, pointing enthusiastically at Neil: bro….it’s like we absorbed your heights….like if you stuck us all in a blender you’d get two normal-sized couples…BRO….Andrew: I can, will, and must stab you

[gentlemoreau]

piggy back rides with the ship i love more than anything in the world kevin and matt

a/n: this is written from Renee’s POV (which I have never written before, so I hope it’s okay) and has very little to do with piggy back rides, but does have to do with the development of Kevin and Matt’s relationship, and Kevin’s healing…

send me a prompt and I’ll write a 15 minute drabble!

There were times when Renee could not believe how much Kevin had changed in the past year. After Riko’s death he had hit a low that none of the foxes had seen from him, not even when there was a chance he may never play exy again. He had been harsher, ruthless, and had pushed everyone away more than he had before.

Until Matt.

Maybe that wasn’t fair, to give Matt all of the credit - it took a lot of courage for Kevin to pick himself up long enough to realize that he was free. But it was Matt’s persistence that had eventually broken through the armor that Kevin had wrapped himself in.

Renee never expected Kevin to get to the point of casual intimacy in such a short amount of time. It was something she’d been working on for several, and she still jumped when someone touched her shoulder when she wasn’t expecting it. Seeing Kevin’s genuine smile felt like a gift, one she was very grateful for.

It was wonderful - seeing Kevin trust someone other than Andrew or Wymack, seeing him start to trust all of the Foxes.

Of course, she had seen it before anyone else. There were too many lingering looks for her not to notice what was happening between Kevin and Matt. Their touches were softer than they should be, Matt’s fingers brushing Kevin’s skin like he never wanted to stop. But Renee was absolutely certain that something was happening when, after scoring the winning goal, Kevin had jumped onto Matt’s back and Matt had paraded him around the stadium, much to the enjoyment of the fans.

She knew that Andrew had noticed it then, too, but had yet to ask him what he thought. It was sure to cause some conflict, but Andrew had mellowed out some since he had gone off of his medication - a fact Renee contributed mostly to Neil’s presence.

Renee knew that, when Kevin and Matt finally came clean, she would win big.

[ganseybois]

my only thought rereading the foxhole court is how right my kevinmatt fic is. theyre meant to be together. leave me alone

[ganseybois]

the life and times of kevin day

FANDOM: ALL FOR THE GAME RATING: E PAIRING: KEVIN DAY X MATT BOYD STATUS: COMPLETE

"Jesus Christ," Matt threw his hands up angrily. "You're such an asshole. You're too damn afraid to let anyone get close to you, so you-" Kevin broke. He balled his fists up in Matt's shirt, pushing him back against the wall. They were terribly close to each other, their breath mingling, each of them glaring daggers at the other. "I'm not afraid of anything." "Then prove it."

this story is about what it means to be kevin day; the break, the fall, how he got back up, how he recovered, and how he fell in love.

READ HERE :)

[whatmack]

kevmatt literally had so much sexual tension in the books u literally cannot convince me they didnt make out at least once

bINCHU GET MEI have yet to be convinced that angry surprise makeouts are things that happen in real life, but Gd knows I love them sO much in media. You’re feeding my sOULalso this has nonbinary kevin because my relationship with fiction is what i make of it and that trans shit is my jam shit

So, like.

Matt wasn’t sure where he stood now. Morally speaking.

His promise to punch Kevin for Neil’s sake had been fatidic.Matt had found use for it on several occasions since Neil had come into theteam, and their lives. Neil didn’t even have to be around. Like today, forinstance; after comforting a Neil nearly catatonic with the impending stress ofthe semi-finals, Matt had tracked Kevin down (to the Court, it wasn’t hard) andshoved them against the wall with a stern instruction to ease up on him beforeNeil, after everything, worked himself to death to meet Kevin’s expectations.

Kevin had argued, which was good. Partly because Matt didn’tlike it when Kevin resignedly accepted a beating, didn’t like theround-shouldered posture and the faraway expression that told Matt Kevin wassomewhere else, somewhere they were used to hurting. Partly because Matt washollerin’ mad and wanted to fight.

Off of the court, Matt spent most of his time trying toappear nonthreatening. He knew how he looked. Mom had had that conversationwith him in junior high, when seemed likely he was going to inherit hisfather’s height (he did). Matt wasn’t an aggressive person by nature; one ofthe best things about Dan was how she encouraged him to be confident withoutassuming that confidence came with violence.

There were times, however, rare, when Matt used his heightand his strength to intimidate. Against a striker mark. The first time he’dtalked to his dad, after. Two minutes ago.

Kevin sighed into Matt’s mouth. Their left hand tightened onMatt’s hip, thumb hooked through the belt loop. Why did people even put beltloops on jeans, anymore? Did anyone use them?

“You need to calm the fuck down,” Matt had said,stalking across the Court, his jacket billowing behind him in righteous fury.He’d seized a handful of Kevin’s practice jersey and shoved them against theglass, using the five inches of height he, and only he, had over them to tower.Kevin had scowled, straight dark brows and flushed cheeks, and responded toevery dire threat Matt made about Neil’s health with stubborn statistics aboutCourt membership and collegiate performance. It had been an excuse– a chance–for Matt to use some of the thunderstorm in his blood to lift Kevin to theirtiptoes, slamming one hand by their head and shouting into their face. Matt wasso lost in his sea of ire, getting more and more worked up as he cataloguedNeil’s warning signs, that he didn’t realize when Kevin stopped talking back.

He’d been searching for a proper descriptor for Neil’sundereye bags when out of nowhere Kevin’s fingertips touched his lips.Well, his cheek, mostly, and the area around his mouth, but the rough corner oftheir index finger covered the indent where he’d once had a piercing (beforethe necessity of mouthguards made it more trouble than its worth), and Matt hadstuttered to a halt.

It wasn’t a Dan thing– Kevin scraped their nails across theback of Matt’s neck and Matt was briefly distracted from his train of thought–it wasn’t a Dan thing, the moral ambiguity. They’d had the wholekissing-other-people conversation before they’d even started dating. No, itwas– Matt adjusted his grip in Kevin’s hair and used the opening of Kevin’ssharp gasp to suck Kevin’s lower lip into his mouth and bite– it was that hewasn’t up to date on the technical fine print of making out with yourteammate-slash-target-of-vengeance-slash-sometimes-bro, and he probably shouldhave talked this over with all affected parties before, you know. Diving infacefirst. Or mouth-first, as it were.

The fingertips had stayed, and Matt had met Kevin’swide-blown eyes still churning from the anger yet unleashed within him, stayedas with a dam but one made of soot and crumbling. Kevin’s gaze had droppeddown, to the catch of Matt’s lip as they rubbed back and forth. They had made asmall noise, unthinking. Wanting. And Matt had made a swift and probably baddecision.

He still had one hand fisted in Kevin’s shirt,winching tighter and tighter until the collar dug into Kevin’s throat. Kevinwhimpered, and Matt crushed them even closer. The glasswall of the Court one side, the full length of Matt’s body on the other, and Kevintrapped between. Kevin’s mouth was so hot, inside. There was no wonder they hadsuch a temper.

[whatmack]

Me looking at Matt/Kevin: so which one of you gives forehead kisses and which in falls asleep on the other during bus rides

! THANK U ANONThe obvious answer is of course Matt does forehead kisses and Kevin falls asleep on Matt during bus rides but this is me you’re talking to and when have I limited myself to the obvious choice

Allison dug her elbow into Dan’s side, right over the bruise that was forming from a brutal collision with the Terrapins #18 backliner. Dan broke away from Coach and the discussion they’d been having about trusting the left flank to one of the freshmen so she could glare, rubbing at the side of her ribs. “Ow!” “Shh, you’re fine,” Allison said, flapping her hand. She wasn’t even looking at Dan, and Dan started to complain but was cut off by Allison loosing a flurry of excited open-palm blows on Dan’s shoulder. Wincing, Dan followed Allison’s gaze. Oh. Okay, so that was pretty damn cute.  Kevin must have moved up to sit beside Matt while Dan was distracted speaking to Coach, because the two of them were squashed into the far end of one of the bus’s modified bench seats, their combined bulk making the oversized seat look tiny. Matt had one arm crossed over his belly, clutching at Kevin’s shirt, his head craned sideways to rest his cheek on Kevin’s hair. Kevin had tucked his feet up and was curled against Matt’s side, and Dan did not envy him the ache in his cramped muscles when he awoke. They were both fast asleep. “That’s adorable, I hate them,” Allison said. She pursed her lips to hide a smile. Dan saw anyway, and she grinned until Allison rolled her eyes and jabbed at her bruise again. At the next rest stop Dan heaved herself upright (every game, she swore she’d take the time to cool down and stretch afterwards, and every game she was too upset or too high on adrenaline to bother; the snap-crackle-pop of her joints was going to be a problem, someday) and staggered on pins and needles across the aisle. She propped an arm on the back of the seat to keep herself up, not trusting her legs, and pressed one kiss to Matt’s forehead and one to Kevin’s. Matt, predictably, breathed in sharply, blinking awake. Kevin, predictably, didn’t. “Pee break,” Dan said, as Matt turned sleep-cloudy eyes on her, swallowing to get moisture back in his mouth. Matt nodded sluggishly and started to scoot down the seat, one body part at at time. He was hampered by Kevin, who seemed determined emulate a barnacle. When they got to the end of the seat Matt paused, brow furrowing adorably as he tried to work out how to get up without dumping Kevin to the bus floor. Dan took pity on him and together the two of them heaved Kevin into the seat Dan and Allison had vacated, dropping him less gently than intended onto the patched vinyl. Dan didn’t think Kevin even left REM sleep.  "You can cuddle again when we come back,“ Dan said, amused, as Matt lingered. Matt smiled beatifically and wrapped his arms around Dan, shuffling behind her on heavy feet as Dan made her way towards the doors. He yawned into the top of her head. Dan patted his wrist. Outside, the rest of the Foxes stretched and complained, discussing snack choices and newly-won injuries. The bright white glow of the rest stop formed a pocket in the still night; in the cold unreality of early morning, Dan would not have been surprised if the rest of the world had faded back to primordial mist, the only thing living her Foxes and the owner of the lone motorcycle propped in the one other occupied parking spot. The only place this, the faded asphalt and the gas pumps, the dingy On The Run advertising bags of ice for $3.50.

 "Come on, lover boy,” she said, turning so she could guide Matt’s huge clumsy self down the bus steps. “You’ll be back before he even knows you’re gone.”

[ganseybois]

real ones will remember the kevinmatt ages on tumblr during aftg's peak. i thrived. i ruled. it was endless headcanons and i had a very small portion of the fandom in a chokehold. i miss those days