Matt and Dan in soulmates and enemies AU though? I KNOW they have each other names on one wrist, and there’s a very good chance they both have Riko on the other (a good chance – not a certainty I need to think more on it) and – hm. I’m pretty sure Dan hides her… Continue reading
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Foxes’ girls.
Renee looked to Neil and said, “What do you need from us, Neil?”
It didn’t take much thought. “Everything I needed, you already gave me. You let me stay.”
Renee’s smile was slow and sweet. Dan got up and crossed the room to give Neil a careful hug. She didn’t hold him like Abby once had, like she thought he might fall apart without her support. There was a muted ferocity in the fingers that bit into his arms and he could feel the tension in her body where she leaned against him. This wasn’t comfort; it was something protective and defiant. She was staking claim over him as one of her team. Somehow it was enough to ease the last of the day’s stresses out of him. That much-needed peace only made Neil realize how exhausted he still was, and he barely managed to swallow a yawn.
‘We’re your teammates. We’re here to help you with whatever you need, whether it’s this or games or general stress. We’ve all got different experiences, but we’re used to needing help. We’re just not used to getting it. But you’ve got us now.’
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Dan totally writes over voicemails ranting to her sisters
amarulasmile: So the foxes are big on privacy and would never share anything they can’t or invade the trust they have but one of my headcanons is Dan totally calls her stage sisters when she knows it will go to voicemail. First she leaves very long winded rants about the ridiculousness of her team and… Continue reading Dan totally writes over voicemails ranting to her sisters
Andrew: Coach, did you actually interview him before you asked him to move in? Wymack: Of course I did. Dan: Well, what did you ask him? Wymack: ‘When can you move in?’
the foxes dreamcast ⇒ ashley moore as dan wilds
Dan got up and crossed the room to give Neil a careful hug. She didn’t hold him like Abby once had, like she thought he might fall apart without her support. There was a muted ferocity in the fingers that bit into his arms and he could feel the tension in her body where she leaned against him. This wasn’t comfort; it was something protective and defiant. She was staking claim over him as one of her team.
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