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aftgficrec · 2 months
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Literally anything and everything written by bazookajo94 -  they write the funniest and most chaotic aftg fics
As you can see from the long list of their fics that we’ve previously rec’ed, we completely agree with you! - S
previously recommended:
‘stab me yourself u coward’ here
‘survive the night’ here
‘tit for tat’ here
‘definitely something’ here
‘eat the rich’ here
‘prove your love’ here
‘all that i’ve been dreaming of’ here
‘last piece of gold’ here
‘long journey home’ here
‘the prettiest blue’ here
‘dirty little secret’ series here
‘what’s yours is mine’ and ‘Crazy Rich Neil’ here
‘Go Team!’ here
‘we were together’ series here
‘most likely to commit crimes’ here
‘give or take’ here
‘cone sold stober’ here
‘spooky scary’ here
Here’s one that hasn’t appeared on our blog yet:
in another life by bazookajo94 [Rated T, 11506 words, complete, 2022]
Dear Andrew Doe,
I am not picking one of the pen pals that’s in California or whatever. I am going to write a fake name and a fake address and send this letter to a fake person. The teacher won’t let me leave until I send this to someone.
Bye
Alex
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Neil Josten sent fake letters to Andrew Doe for years, thinking they disappeared into the void.
Andrew Minyard received every single one.
tw: implied/referenced torture
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merlinfic · 1 year
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You Have To Chase It 
Author: arthurandhisswordbros
Rating: M
Setting: Modern AU, Post 5x13
Word Count: 41,938
Summary: 
“Oh, I don’t know who he really is—no one does,” she says. “Although, some people think he’s probably a grad student doing some avant-garde project for a thesis or something. Others think the whole account is just an elaborate advertisement for Budweiser.”
Arthur doesn’t understand most of what she just said but nods anyway.
Squinting her eyes, she gauges his confusion regardlessly. “It’s someone pretending to be the famous sorcerer. See here, this is his most recent tweet.” At Arthur’s odd look, she clarifies, “It’s like a message that everyone can see.”
@asorcerersays: Guys why did he have to be so hot and like,,,funny? Like it’s been forever and I still miss him. He was pretty dumb though.
Arthur knows his face must look disgusted. “For everyone to see?”
Or, Immortal!Merlin goes on Twitter to complain about his dead king. Unrelatedly, Arthur joins Twitter.
Comments: Oh boy was this fic ever *chef’s kiss* I absolutely loved Merlin and Arthur’s twitter interactions (even though the didn’t realize they were actually talking to each other *cries*). And I honestly loved the original characters and Arthur’s found family he makes. The build up to when Merlin and Arthur finally meet in person!!!! Incredible. Read this fic if you haven’t! You won’t regret it!
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stil-lindigo · 10 months
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seeing clearer
(sequel to another comic of mine, the calamity.)
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all my other comics
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urdepressedslut · 10 months
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Stray (masterlist)♡
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♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier Fem!Reader/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Series Summary: Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.
♡ Series Warnings: dark themes, heavy angst, fluff, vomiting, imprisonment, physical/emotional abuse, injuries, death, PTSD, hallucinations, self hate, murder, scars, violence, language, rituals, suicide, drowning, suicidal ideation, SLOW BURN 🔥
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+
(SERIES ONGOING)
⇨ Chapter One
↳ Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.
⇨ Chapter Two
↳ Bucky takes shelter in your house, waiting for the storm to pass. He notices something a little off about you.
⇨ Chapter Three
↳ A glimpse into your past is shown. You and Bucky seem to be getting a little closer, maybe even starting to trust each other.
⇨ Chapter Four
↳ It’s the next day and both you and Bucky don’t want things to change. He doesn’t want to leave, and you don’t want him to.
⇨ Chapter Five
↳ Time has passed, things are going well. You and Bucky get along, respecting each other’s space. Not always creating conversation, but appreciating the company.
⇨ Chapter Six
↳ You run into someone from the past, no way this can be real? Bucky finds you in distress, and is there to comfort you.
⇨ Chapter Seven
↳ You finally open up to Bucky about some of your past, your bond starts to grow stronger.
⇨ Chapter Eight
↳ An unexpected visitor comes knocking at the door, both you and Bucky freak out. Tension between the two continues to rise.
⇨ Chapter Nine
↳ You can’t ignore the tension anymore, will you both give in to the hunger you both have for each other? Bucky knows what he wants, while you are unsure. You’re scared.
⇨ Chapter Ten
↳ You have another scare, clinging to Bucky for comfort. Later, you get another surprise visit.
⇨ Chapter Eleven
↳ You run into a familiar face, who tries to convince you that you are truly a monster. The pieces are starting to come together, and the reveal is terrifying.
⇨ Chapter Twelve
↳ Your true self is slowly being revealed, what is this place you've been sent to? What happens when you return home, will Bucky still be there— or will he run?
⇨ Chapter Thirteen
↳ coming soon.
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destinywillowleaf · 5 months
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one of a kind living in a world gone plastic
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baby you're so classic
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@most-tragic-character-tournament
(all my thoughts in the tags)
#anyway i found their theme song and lost my mind#tragedyshipping#lloyd garmadon#ninjago#antigone#tagamemnon#pollshipping#i'm gonna be thinking about this for the next hour before i go to sleep#i just wanted to make a playlist for them i didn't think i would find a perfect fit#they have taken over many of my braincells and i can't even complain this is the enrichment i needed#all i'm saying is the idea of a movie trailer for these two is taking shape more and more and this should 100% be the accompanying song#not even a full trailer because that would take forever but like. a 30 second TV spot. family drama. them not really getting along at first#(e.g. glaring at each other while being forced to dance or something)#but then warming up to each other on the road because road trips have my soul when it comes to movies ok#i want them to stargaze in the bed of a hotwired pickup truck while on the run from people who demand bloodshed (a poll winner)#the slow(?) burn of not wanting to be in this mess to actually enjoying spending time together to something more#(trailer/commercial ends on or just after “baby you're so classic” with the cut to the title and in theaters date)#maybe most of the tv spot is them arguing and making life hell for one another but it's hard to deny there's something more brewing#(one of the reviews is just ''A modern classic'' because i think i'm funny)#i really want the title to be a play off of them meeting through the tragic tournament but it's completely different from the tone i want#''tragedy: null and void'' is a fun one#i've never been the greatest at titles if they don't hit me like a truck#anyway hi folks i'm sorry if you have no idea what's happening and see this in your tags
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sunnnfish · 4 months
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Maybe I’m okay with it if Hirano never traditionally “loves” Kagi. Or anyone. Maybe it never will turn into the same kind of love Kagi feels. Kagi is nevertheless such a source of inspiration and strength and comfort to Hirano. Even if he never feels a desire to touch or get married or whatever. Maybe he does it because Kagi asks and he loves making Kagi happy most of all. He wouldn’t seek it if not asked. But Kagi is always asking. And he knows it makes Kagi happy. Does anyone see the vision. Do you understand. Maybe kagi will be okay with it if Hirano never “loves��� him the same way Kagi loves him. Because he knows how Hirano works and he knows how Hirano cares. And he knows he is unique to Hirano. He knows Hirano wouldn’t do these things with anyone else. And that’s still love in its own way.
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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months
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alternate first meeting:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46018225
Five Times Steve and Eddie Think It's Hopeless (and the One Time They Get Their Shit Together) by AnnetheCatDetective
Rating: General Audiences
5,406 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Warnings
Tags: Trans Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, 5+1 Things, Menstruation, Slow Burn
Summary:
(Mod note - no summary)
Thanks for the rec!
This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is alternative meetings.
Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!
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thoughtfulchaos773 · 3 months
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Preparing myself that slow-burn storylines often involve periods of separation. In season 3, this separation may not be physical but rather a mental one between Carmy and Syd. As suggested by the song at the end, they may feel like they're mentally half a world away from each other.
In a brilliant meta written by @bioloyg , it is suggested that the walk-in scene represents Carmy's mind. This can be observed during the lock-in, where he is unable to hear or reach Sydney. The show often portrays Sydney as Carmy's focus, someone he not only wants to hear but needs to hear, as evidenced by him hearing her voice during his panic attack earlier in the day. As Carmy experiences the panic attack in the walk-in, memories flood his mind, and he is unable to hear or reach Sydney.
In the song, when it says, "Go it alone," Sydney is shown smiling after her dad walks away. This foreshadows that Sydney will pursue her dreams independently while experiencing the same sense of anxiety that Carmy felt when he received his star. Sydney may also struggle with self-care while striving for success, we hear that she only ate a left twix for dinner and she is sick after dinner service. She tells her dad that pressure is her friend, so Syd might face similar challenges as Carmy when he was in her position. While Carmy battles becoming like his mother or his EMP boss.
Carmy said he can't do it without her, wouldn't even want to and that leaves them in his relationship where they need each other but are so far away in season 3.
And I'm looking forward to this angst if the prediction is correct.
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novelcain · 4 months
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When Worlds Collide
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FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen
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PAIRING: Gojo x reader
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PLATFORM: AO3
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SYNOPSIS:
After attempting to commit suicide, you inexplicably find yourself in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen with none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Will you be able to change the future, or are you destined to be nothing more than a spectator to the pain that lies ahead?
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Masterlist
Chapter 1: Fallen Angel
Chapter 2
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auteurdelabre · 4 months
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Losing our Minds Together (SERIES) Part 2 soft!Joel x f!reader
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Summary: You introduce Ellie to the neighborhood.   Rating: 18+ (for future smut chapters) Word Count: 2.3 Warnings: This is saccharine slice of life with smut and a Soft!Joel. You have been warned. There is smut, but when it gets to those chapters you will have plenty of warning. (That is if there is interest in my story!) A/N: Y’all voted that this was the story you wanted to see updated next so I’m comin’ through! masterlist
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Chapter 2
You throw your purse down onto the floor before you go to your garage, tossing the ruined supplies in with a loud sigh. They make a hollow boom when they hit bottom of the bin. 
You can't stop feeling furious about everything. The stupid fucking neighbor scaring you into dropping your supplies. That stupid fucking accent and those stupid fucking wide eyes. Everything about him from the way his lower lip is shaped to the curl of his hair is making you infuriated.
You kick off your shoes furiously, not caring when their rubber soles leave a mark on your wall. You let out a small growl, hands curling into angry fists.
All this anger has to go somewhere. 
You march to you studio, flicking on the lights. Your teeth are clenched and bared like a feral animal. You rip the plastic from a new canvas like a beast ripping flesh. Setting it up on your easel.
You grab tubes of your acrylic paint, smudging it onto your palette.
Red. Black. Deep, deep greens 
You grip the brush and begin. Ugly, angry slashes across pristine white canvas. 
You can feel the emotion pouring out of you.
Its hours later and you only stop because your fingers have gone numb, making it impossible to keep holding the brush. But that's okay; it feels like a natural stopping point. Your eyes are heavy and you throw yourself into bed, paint drying in your hair and under your fingernails. 
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Ellie lays on her bed and tosses the tennis ball up to the roof, listening to it gently smack and then fall back into her hands. She does this over and over as her mind wanders. It feels weird to be outside of Wyoming, outside of the place she called home.
There’s a knock, Joel. Dad. Adoptive Father. Whatever you want to call it. He’s just Joel to Ellie. And yes, to her Joel is as close to a father as she has ever known, and yes it’s been two years but it still feels strange to think of calling Joel Dad. Thankfully he’s never seemed to mind. Never pushed the issue, never made her feel bad.
“Come in.”
Joel peeks his head around the door to her room, surveying the still full cardboard boxes, the bed half made, the desk covered in paper and pencil shavings and Ellie looked bored over at him. He thinks of insisting she start unpacking, it’s been two days since they arrived, but he knows Ellie takes things at her own pace.
“Yeah?”
“You wanna get ice cream?”
“Nah.”
“You wanna help me pull weeds in the yard?”
“Nah.”
“You wanna sit inside and be a typical teenager?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“Well too bad, you’re helping with chores. Then we’re gettin’ ice cream.”
Ellie gives a good-natured groan, pushing off the bed and following Joel through the house. Before anything begins he insists she eat put on sunscreen. Ellie is still getting used to this affection, this gentle love of a parent for the welfare of their child.
She does as he asked while Joel finishes his coffee. He’s staring at the house next door through the kitchen window, a frown on his face that she picks up on.
“What’s up?”
“Didn’t exactly make a good first impression with the new neighbor,” Joel says, turning back to Ellie. “Made her drop some expensive shopping.”
“So?”
“She seemed pretty pissed off.”
Ellie hums a response, her eyes going to read the back of the sunscreen bottle. Joel saunters over, seating himself in the chair opposite hers at the circular table.
“So you got a whole summer stretched out in front of ya,” Joel says, eyes on her face. “Thought about what you wanna do?”
“I thought I could come help you and Tommy on the job site.”
“I don’t think that’s gonna work, kid,” Joel says shaking his head. “Gotta have licensing and special insurance.”
Ellie feels her face fall. She had kind of been hoping that he’d show her the ropes. But she supposes that fourteen might be a little young to be on a construction site.
 “I was thinkin’ more you’d wanna make some friends. Take a class. Try a sport. Somethin’ like that.”
“Are there even people around my age here?” Ellie asks, face grim. Joel shrugs in that dad-way of his, grinning around his coffee cup.
“Dunno, guess you’ll just have to find out.”
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You finally pull yourself awake mid-morning, your face tight from the paint that’s dried there. You have a cold shower, feeling the heat of the summer morning already creeping up your spine. Your air conditioning is shot and you definitely don’t have enough to repair it.
As you get dressed you turn on the fan in the corner of your room, sighing when it does absolutely nothing to help. You grab a cereal bar from the kitchen before padding into the art room, wanting to take a look at what you created last night.
You blink rapidly as the onslaught of paint on canvas assaults you.
It’s wild. Nothing like you’ve done before. You can’t put your finger on it, but the piece feels alive. Like there’s no restraint in any of the paint strokes or palette smears. You like looking at it at first, but then it bubbles up emotions in you that feel uncomfortable.
You take a snap of it with your phone, sending it off to Frank just to see what he thinks of it. You always like his opinion. Maybe it could be worth something? If not it’ll be easy enough to gesso over to reuse. You don’t have enough money to be wasting canvas of that size.
You decide that you need a new way to make money. But teaching in the schools again isn’t going to happen. That dream died off a long time ago. Maybe you could do private lessons? Just a few a week could really help with the extra costs.
You mull this over before grabbing an iced tea. You’re about to head out into your backyard to relax when you hear a mower from next door going. You go to the sliding glass door, peeking through the cheap horizontal blinds.
He is there, the annoying hillbilly mowing the overgrown lawn, chatting over his shoulder to the teenager girl you saw move in the other day.  She’s moaning about pulling weeds and you can’t help but smirk at that. She’s a girl right after your own heart. Domestic shit has never appealed to you, and your own weed-filled lawn showcases this. Usually the Thompson kid would mow your lawn for you for a five, but he’s gone off travelling before college starts in a few months.
You take another sip of your iced tea, the glass sweating in your hand and watch Joel as he scissors across the lawn, his spine a slick line of sweat down the center of his t-shirt. You can’t deny that he’s an attractive man. He may be a hillbilly, but he’s a hot one. Watching his muscled arms gleaming with sweat as he works in the hot sun is a sight to behold and you’re surprised to feel yourself swallowing.
It’s been too long since you got laid.
You feel uncomfortable in your own skin in this sweltering house. You decide the front yard will do. It’s more public, but it’s something.
You bring a folding chair from your closet out into the front yard, magazine and iced tea in hand. You tilt back, reading about the latest vogue collection, taking lazy sips of your drink.
“Hey do you paint?”
You lower the magazine and your oversized glasses to see the teen girl standing there, her hair tied back from her face but damp at the edges. She’s sweating bullets and it’s no wonder, she’s dressed for fall; long sleeves, heavy looking jeans.
“Honey you’re gonna die in that get up.”
The girl wrinkles her nose at the term honey, her dark eyes surveying you in your cut offs and t-shirt.
“It’s not a get up. It’s my clothes.”
You hear the edge to her voice. The immediate need to defend. Your recognize it in yourself and you lower the magazine to your lap, nodding solemnly.
“You’re completely right. Sorry about that. What were you asking me?”
She relaxes a bit, her eyes blinking against the sun. She raises a hand to shield them, still looking intensely at you.
“I wanted to know if you painted.”
“How did you know that?”
“I can see into your studio from Joel’s room.”
You take a glance over your shoulder, seeing that a bedroom does in fact face your studio. You’d never noticed with the old lady Silva living there before. She always kept her blinds closed and was forever complaining about you to the HOA.
 “Yeah, I do paint. I sculpt. I draw. I do it all.”
“Cool. Is that your job?”
“I’d like for it to be,” you smile. “But you ever heard the term starving artist?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a reason for that.”
She smiles at this, a tight little thing that makes her look so young. She looks nervously over at her yard, as if she’s waiting to be called back. But you can tell she wants to linger, to keep talking to you.
“You want an ice tea?”
“Sure.”
You disappear into the house, reappearing less than a minute later with a fresh glass and another folding chair. She eases into it, taking an appreciative sip of her drink and looking over at you when you start talking again.
“What do you think of the house?”
“It’s amazing. Way bigger than our old place.”
“The lady that lived there before you had about fifteen fish,” you tell the teen. “She was obsessed. Aquariums everywhere.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Well, that’s what Kathleen told me anyway.”
“Who’s Kathleen?”
“I’m ready. And my name is Ellie.”
“Okay Ellie,” you point across the street of the suburban neighborhood to a blue ranch-style home. “That’s where Kathleen and her husband Perry live. Perry’s cool but Kathleen’s the busybody of the street, major gossip, just be aware.”
“Got it.”
“Okay, moving onto the beige house, the one with the perfect yard? That’s David something. Can’t remember his last name. He is obsessed with religion and will try to convert you. So if he asks you if you’re free on Sunday’s you never are, unless you wanna hear a big long sermon.”
“Okay, that’s Marlene. She’s got a high up job in the military, but she doesn’t like to talk about it. She’s got a daughter Riley about your age actually.”
Ellie perks up at this, her dark eyes wide. “Really?”  
“Yeah, lemme know if you want an introduction. Okay, now the house right next to you and your dads? That’s the Burrell’s. If you see them it’s a miracle because I have never seen a busier family. They have two sons, one a couple years younger than you that’s deaf. Sweetest kid you’ll ever meet.”
Ellie nods, taking another sip of her drink. You can tell she’s trying to memorize everything you’re telling her and it makes you smile.
“And that just leaves me on the other side of you,” you say sharing your name and giving her a brief handshake. “Coolest, best looking neighbor on the block.”
Ellie grins. “You got kids?”
“Fuck no,” you laugh, shaking your head. “No husband either. I like my freedom thank you very much.”
Ellie’s eyes thoughtful. “Me too.”
“Ellie! Lunch!”
You both turn to see Joel standing at the front door, glancing over to see you both relaxing and sipping your iced teas. You hold in the scowl that threatens to spill over your features before glancing back to Ellie who’s placed her glass on the ground beside her chair.
“If you ever need ice tea or a place to paint you lemme know,” you tell her smiling.
“Really? Okay.” Ellie gives you a short wave before jogging over to the front door where Joel is waiting. You watch him smile at her as she enters into the house saying something excitedly. Joel’s dark eyes flit over to you and he gives a friendly close-lipped smile and wave.
You ignore him, pushing your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose and going back to your magazine. You feel his eyes on you for a beat longer before you hear the front door close behind him.
A buzz at your hip alerts you to a text from Frank. It’s an overly dramatic selfie of Frank with his hand to his cheek, his light eyes wide.
Honey this is amazing. This is the kind of stuff you need to be selling. More of this! Please!
You shake your head in amusement. You can’t really imagine how you could recreate that piece. It came to you from nowhere, it just bubbled out of you. You don’t forsee another one in the near future, but you don’t tell Frank that. You quickly text back.
We’ll see if I’m inspired again.
With that you shut your phone off, tilt back in your folding chair and relax.
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ddesguv · 4 days
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Chapter 6
You don't even remember falling asleep last night, but now you're suddenly jolted awake by a strange sensation. Your stomach grumbles, demanding food. It's been... hours? You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and glance around the lobby, it seems you fell asleep here on the couch . Hm... You need a cup of coffee, and some breakfast . You stand up, stretching your muscles, and pad over to the grand kitchen of the hotel.
Once in the kitchen, you put all your energy into making the perfect cup of coffee once again, the shadowy creature that holds the place of a tattoo on your arm emits a slow, tingly feeling across it, perhaps trying to get your attention? You close your eyes and try to concentrate on the sensations that try to reach you from it. A subtle craving for waffles blooms inside you.
You grin, deciding that some breakfast is indeed in order, and set about making a batch of waffles. The scent of them cooking fills the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. While they cook, you take the coffee over to the table and pour yourself a steaming mugful, enjoying the rich aroma as you sip it.
The shadowy tattoo on your arm continues to tingle and pulse gently, as if trying to get your attention. Curious, you focus on it, trying to discern what it might be trying to tell you. As you do so, a small, dark tendril slips free from the mass of smoke and shadow and curls around your finger, guiding your hand to the waffle iron.
You follow its lead, taking the waffles out of the iron just as they begin to brown and crisp, filling the room with the irresistible aroma of maple syrup and freshly baked dough. You place three plates on the table, heaping a serving of waffles onto each one, then pour syrup and a sprinkling of powdered sugar over them. They look absolutely delicious. You let the little shadow have a go at a waffle, extending your arm towards the plate and watching as it's smoky tendrils swirl and wiggle forming a somewhat normal shape of a hand, unlike last time, you can't help the chuckle that escapes at the thought of an eldritch horror looking thing asking for chicken nuggets and waffles.
Time to get Charlie and Vaggie up for breakfast.You make your way out of the kitchen, humming contentedly, and head towards the room that the two girls share . The hallway is eerily quiet, but you're not worried. The shadow on your arm feels... different today. More alive. As if it's beginning to understand you, and you it. You can't help but feel a sense of belonging, of purpose. You reach the door to the room and knock gently on it.
"Charlie? Vaggie? You guys up for some breakfast?" you call out. There's a muffled groan from the bed, and then Vaggie pokes her head out. She blinks sleepily at you, her eyes slowly focusing.
"Mm... breakfast sounds amazing," she says, yawning. "Is it ready?"
"It's just about on the table," you reply, gesturing back towards the kitchen. "Come and get it." She nods, then turns and disappears back into the bedroom, calling for Charlie. A moment later, your friend emerges, rubbing her eyes and stretching.
"Charlie, we've got breakfast," you say with a grin. "Waffles, coffee, the works." She yawns and nods, following you back to the kitchen. As you enter, the warm, sweet smell of waffles and coffee fills the air, and the sight of the plate piled high with breakfast food is enough to make your stomach rumble in anticipation.
The three of you sit down at the table, and you can't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watch them dig in. Vaggie takes a bite of her waffle and closes her eyes in bliss, while Charlie pours syrup over her plate with gusto. They chat and laugh between bites, and you can't help but feel like you're part of something special.
" Hey, you heard anything about Angel?" You can't help but ask, you aren't exactly worried about him, but still hope he's ok.
"Nope, he's probably at the studio sucking dick" Vaggie says with a hand in the air moving it dismissively.
Charlie rolls her eyes, "Vaggie, that's not funny."
"What? It's true. You know that's literally his job, he's a pornstar ."
You can't help but chuckle at that. Angel did seem to have a bit of a reputation, but he was a good guy.
"I hope he's okay. He seemed pretty down the other day." You say, taking another sip of your coffee.
"Oh, he'll be fine. He's just going through a rough patch, that's all. You know how it is," Vaggie says with a knowing smile, but there's a hint of concern in her voice.
Charlie nods in agreement, "Yeah, he'll pull through. He's got us, after all." She glances over at you and grins. "And we've got you, right?"
You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words. "Always," you reply, giving her a reassuring smile as you get up and collect the dirty dishes.
Vaggie and Charlie follow suit, helping you clear the table and wash the dishes. The three of you work together seamlessly, like you've been doing it for years. As you finish up, you can't help but think that this feels right.
" Thanks for the breakfast, we should all probably go get dressed and head to the mall now" Vaggie says while drying he hands on a kitchen towel.
"Yeah, it's still early enough that we should be able to get some good parking spots," Charlie agrees. "I can't wait to see what kind of trouble we can get into today."
The three of you head back to your respective rooms, gathering your belongings and changing into more casual clothes. You've borrowed some of Charlie's old clothes, they don't exactly fit you, but they'll do for now, hopefully you'll find something nice at the mall.
Once you're all dressed, you make your way out to the car. Surprised to see that it's a fucking limousine.
"Holy shit, Charlie! This is amazing!" You exclaim, running over to the car and inspecting it.
"The mall?" the limo driver says with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, uh, yeah. We mean... we're just heading out for the day," Charlie stammers, looking a bit embarrassed. "Right, Vaggie?"
The limo driver smirks and nods, already opening the door for you. "Well, enjoy your day, ladies. The car will take you wherever you'd like to go."
You climb into the luxurious interior of the limousine, taking in the plush seats, the mini-bar, and the flat-screen TV mounted on the ceiling. It's like being in a whole other world. Vaggie and Charlie exchange glances, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm.
The driver closes the door and gets behind the wheel, and with a smooth rev of the engine, you're on your way to the mall. As you cruise down the street, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. You decide to take advantage of the limo's amenities and help yourself to a drink from the mini-bar. You try not to show your disappointment when you discover that it's filled with water and soda, no alcohol.
" I should have probably made a list with the things I need" you say, felling a little stupid for not considering better the things you need.
"Don't worry about it, we'll find everything we need" Charlie reply with a reassuring smile. "We can always go to the department stores and window shop for stuff we like."
You look out the window as the limo pulls into the mall parking lot, taking in the sprawling complex of shops and restaurants. It's a pleasant day in hell, it seems, well, if you ignore the dead bodies and guts smeared across the streets.
The three of you step out of the car and head inside, the air-conditioning a welcome relief from the humidity. You let Vaggie and Charlie lead the way, content to wander aimlessly and take in the sights and sounds of the mall. There's a certain energy here, a sense of possibility. Even though you're technically among the living dead, you can't help but feel a spark of life within you.
You find yourselves drawn to a department store, its expansive windows displaying the latest fashions. "Ooh, let's check out the clothes," Vaggie suggests, and the three of you wander over to the women's section. You lose yourselves for a while, trying on dresses and skirts, debating the merits of various tops and blouses.
The store is practically deserted, save for a few wandering sales associates. It's almost eerie, like a scene out of a post-apocalyptic movie. But there's something comforting about it too. The three of you are free to explore, to try on whatever you want, without anyone judging you. You can't help but feel a sense of freedom and liberation.
You decide it's best to shop for essentials first, t-shirts, pants, underwear and socks.You spend some time in the mall, buying the things you need and having a good time. You find yourself growing closer to Vaggie and Charlie as you shop together, sharing stories and laughing at your past lives.
The afternoon sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky a warm, golden hue. You decide it's time to head back to the car. As you walk through the mall, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the world that you left. There's something bittersweet about being here, surrounded by the remnants of a past life.
You and your new friends stop at a food court, deciding to grab a bite to eat before heading home. You chat animatedly as you choose from the various fast-food options, your conversation flowing as easily as the various flavors of soda. Who knew hell would be such a lovely place?
As you finish your meal, you feel a sudden urge to see what's playing at the movie theater. It's been years since you've been to one, and you can't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. Vaggie and Charlie seem game, so you head over to the theater, purchasing tickets for the latest blockbuster that hell has to offer.
Biggest mistake of your imortal life, the movie was shit, the acting was shit, everything was shit, this might be true hell, being subjected to torture in the form of poor media and television.
You, Vaggie and Charlie endure the two hours of garbage on the screen, and as soon as the credits start to roll, you can't help but feel relieved. "Well, that was... something," Vaggie says with a sigh. "Shall we go back to the limo?"
You nod in agreement, grateful to escape the theater. As you make your way through the mall once more, you find yourself reflecting on the day. Despite the occasional reminder of your new existence, it's been surprisingly enjoyable. You've met new friends, shopped for clothes, and even managed to catch a movie.
You can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Maybe you'll explore the city further, find new places to visit, or simply relax and unwind at home. The possibilities seem endless, and for once, you're not afraid of the future. Maybe this hell isn't so bad after all.
As you reach the car, the driver holds open the backseat door for you, Vaggie, and Charlie. You climb in, settling into the plush leather as the driver starts the engine. The air conditioning feels amazing after being outside, and you lean back, enjoying the ride home.
As the cityscape passes by outside, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness for the world that you left behind. But at the same time, you're grateful for the experiences you've had today. This new existence may not be perfect, but it's not all bad either.
The car pulls up to the hotel, and the driver comes around to open your door. You step out, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air. The hotel is lit up, casting a warm glow onto the grounds. It's hard not to feel a sense of belonging here, despite knowing that this place is just as much a part of hell as anything else.
Once you and the girls are inside the lobby you let yourself fall on the couch, happy to be home, today was quite exhausting."Well, that was a fun day out, wasn't it?" Vaggie says, sitting down beside you.
"Yeah, it really was. I can't believe we did all that," Charlie agrees, flopping down on the other side of you. " Also, before I forget" she rummages trough one of her shopping bags, you're surprised to she that she hands you a phone and a credit card " These are for you, I would like to formally employ you as the chef for this hotel!"
" Charlie... when did you even get them? I can't possibly accept this, you've done so much for me already, I don't even know what to say!"
"You're going to say 'thank you' and you're going to take them. Now come on, you're good at cooking and we're going to need it. Now I know you won't starve us with that card, so just accept it. And as for the phone, it's for emergencies and if you need anything, just call me and I'll be there." She says with a soft smile.
You take the items from her, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you, Charlie. I'll do my best to make sure you and everyone else here at the hotel are well taken care of." You say, feeling a small lump forming in your throat.
Vaggie pats you on the shoulder. "You'll do great Bambi. And if you ever need any help or have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm more than happy to help out."
You smile at her, feeling a sense of gratitude and belonging wash over you. Even though this hell might not be perfect, you've found a new family here. And as long as you have them, you can make it through anything.
As the three of you sit there, enjoying the comfortable silence, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps another day of exploring the city, or maybe some much-needed relaxation by the pool. The possibilities are endless, and for the first time in a long time, you're not afraid to embrace the unknown.
You are jolted from your thoughts by the sound of the entrance door being rudely slammed shut, as you turn around you are pleased to see it's Angel Dust.
" Sup bitches" he says waving two of his hands while a third one holds his glasses and the forth one is placed on his hip.
"Hey Angel" you reply with a smile, feeling a bit more comfortable knowing that he's alive.
Vaggie and Charlie exchange glances, clearly curious about what's going on. "And what have you been up to today, Angel?" Vaggie asks, her voice laced with a hint of suspicion.
" Don't get your tits in a twist Vagina, I ain't on drugs."
"Well, that's a relief," Charlie says with a sigh. "So, how was work ?"
" Do ya really wanna know?"
" Yeah... One second thought, maybe not"
"That's what I thought, anyway, what's for dinner, I'm starved"
" I was thinking about some pizza, I really want to try out that oven "
" Sounds good to me, I'm in"
With that said, you make your way to the kitchen ready to make some dough and one hell of a pizza.
As you get to work, you can't help but feel grateful for the new phone and credit card. It's a nice reminder that you have people who care about you here. You wonder what kind of life you would have ended up with if you hadn't met them. Maybe you would have just kept on running, never finding any peace.
The dough comes together quickly, thanks to your years of practice. You shape it into a large circle and then top it with a layer of tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella cheese, and a generous amount of pepperoni. The oven is already preheated to the perfect temperature, and it doesn't take long for the pizza to cook. Soon, the delicious aroma fills the air.
You hear a commotion coming from the lobby, and you know that the others must be hungry. You take the pizza out of the oven and carefully transfer it to a cutting board. As you slice it up, you hear laughter and excited chatter coming from the others. You join them in the lobby, carrying the large pizza to the center of the group.
The aroma of freshly baked pizza fills the air, and everyone's eyes light up as they see the delicious meal in front of them. Angel practically inhales his first slice, moaning with delight. "This is the some good shit, not as good as my nonna would make tho.," he says, wiping the cheese from his mouth.
Charlie and Vaggie exchange a knowing glance before sitting down on the couch together, each taking a slice of pizza for themselves. They laugh and talk animatedly, their voices echoing through the lobby.
You take a seat on the floor next to them, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This might not be the perfect life, but it's starting to feel like home. The familiar scent of smoke and sweat in the air, the worn-out furniture, and the mismatched decorations all blend together to create an atmosphere that's unique to this place.
As you watch the others eat and chat, you can't help but wonder what their stories are. Angel is the obvious wild card, but even Charlie and Vaggie have their secrets. There's a certain sadness in their eyes that you can't quite place, as if they're carrying around some unspoken burden. But at the same time, they're strong and resilient, able to find joy in the little things like a shared pizza.
The conversation drifts from one topic to another, covering everything from the latest news to old memories. You listen intently, feeling a part of the group for the first time in a long while. It's not perfect, but it's something. And in this place, that's enough.
As the night wears on, the pizza is devoured, and the dishes are cleared away, you find yourself drawn to the window, staring out at the darkened cityscape. The lights twinkle like stars, and the neon signs cast an otherworldly glow over the streets. It's a beautiful, yet eerie sight that you can't seem to tear your eyes away from.
"What's with you tonight, huh?" Angel asks, sidling up beside you. He leans his elbow on the window frame and peers out into the night as well. "You seem a little... deep in thought."
You shrug, not quite sure how to explain it.
"I honestly don't know, it feels like something's missing, and it kinda scares me, because what's missing is that adrenaline rush I had back up top, when I was elbows deep into some fuckers guts, I thought I did what I did to help people, to make the world a little safer, and now I'm starting to realize that it was mostly for me."
" Holy shit toots, ya got some issues, don't worry tho, you're in hell, go nuts, you could walk down the street and stab every hoe you see, and no one's gonna give a fuck."
Angel says, laughing, but there's a serious undertone to his voice that makes you wonder if he's just trying to convince himself of that.
You turn away from the window, a strange mixture of emotions churning in your stomach. Part of you wants to believe what Angel says, to embrace the chaos and violence that this place has to offer. But another part of you reminds you of what Charlie is trying to do, you can't go around murdering demons just for the fun of it then stay here knowing that Charlie would be against something like that.
You've always been a good person, you've always tried to help others, and now you're just stuck in this hellhole, wondering what the point of it all is. Then it hits you, rapists, abusers, pedos, hell must be full of them, it wouldn't be too bad if you go after them, right?
You turn towards Angel, offering him a small smile" You're probably right, but for now I'll sleep on it, good night Angel"
He smirks, nodding in understanding. "Good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite. Too hard~"
You laugh, shoving him lightly before turning away from the window. As you make your way back to the couch, you can't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Yes, maybe this place isn't all fun and games, and maybe you're not exactly living the life you thought you would. But there are still people here who need help, people who deserve justice. And if that means taking on the demons of the underworld, then so be it.
You collect your shopping bags and make your way towards your room, ready to hit the hay.
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aftgficrec · 4 months
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Fics where Neil gets in a fight and actually wins!! I know it’s more commonly said that he can start fights and not finish them but let’s be for real, the boy was raised by two mafias and is scary as hell (I think i’ve seen someone ask this a while ago but i’m not sure if there’s an updated list) Mainly wondering for like post-canon fics, but au’s are cool too!
There’s quite a bit to discover on this topic, be that AU or in the context of canon.  Of course, Neil rarely comes out of these troubles unscathed, but he wouldn’t be Neil if there wasn’t also a little martyrdom involved.  You might find more on this under our bamf!Neil, butcher!Neil and occasionally raven!Neil tags.  Have a browse, and see if there’s anything you like. - S
Some previous recommendations:
BAMF!Neil here
BAMF!Neil 2 here
BAMF!Neil 3 here
BAMf!Andreil w/happy ending here
badass Neil here
Neil fights and wins here
A dark Neil here
Neil says it's fine i've had worse here
Neil protects Katelyn/the foxes/Andrew here
Foxes find out Neil's not soft here (see list of recs at top of post)
Neil hurts/kills in front of foxes here
new BAMF! or Raven!Neil here
dark!Neil & Andrew here
bad boy Neil here
Neil Josten: Moriyama spy here
Neil kills Nathan here
Killing Eve AU here
‘Skin Comes Apart (Angel in Lothian)’ here
‘Bound for Error’ here
‘turn out the lights’ here (completed)
‘From Dungeons’ here
‘Whiskey Sour’ here
‘Negotiations’ and ‘The Butcher's Hello’ here (updated)
‘Shake my Tomb’ and ‘Appendages’ here
‘The  Butcher’s Son’ here
‘it takes two (but you and i are one)’ here
‘monster (under my bed)’ here
post-canon (more or less):
Out for Blood by Aquared46 [Rated M, 27975 words, complete, 2023, locked]
"Neil’s first thought upon opening his eyes was that he was lucky to be in the trunk of a car instead of the back of a van. His second thought was that even if he survived this, Andrew might finally give into the temptation to kill him." AKA Neil is abducted and everyone has a bad time.
tw: kidnapping, tw: torture, tw: nightmares
born for this by dovegraye [Rated G, 1278 words, complete, 2023]
There are some parts of Nathaniel Abram Wesninski that Neil Abram Josten can’t ignore and refuses to play at trying anymore. This is one of them.
tw: violence
My Lover Writes Me Letters by AceSirenSinger [Rated M, 23018 words, complete, 2023]
He feels it again – the fury, of Neil’s taunting precision, of his expertise honed specifically for Andrew. It makes Andrew furious. Andrew has not felt anything since he woke up with his head on fire, in a room with a man made of compressed violence. *** Andrew loses his memory of the last five years, and forgets Neil. Neil martyrs himself because of course he does.
**tw: threatened rape/noncon between major characters**, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: referenced animal cruelty and death, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: murder, tw: implied disordered eating 
five times neil beat the babygirl allegations, plus the one time he didn't by r3mus [Rated T, 7488 words, complete, 2023]
neil will NEVER beat the babygirl allegations in MY heart but, alas, he would probably punch me if i called him babygirl to his face.
tw: violence
Damnation by X0X0HauntedX0X0 [Rated M, 15572 words, incomplete, last updated Jan. 2022]
Unkind and ever familiar, that anger Lola had triggered earlier returned with sharp teeth and without mercy. He would rip his time from their hands by force, like he’d been doing every day since he was born. Lola was clever as the devil, but Neil had been raised through the loopholes. She couldn’t hurt his Foxes if she was dead. Or Neil is much more dangerous than anyone gives him credit for.
tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: torture, tw: blood/gore, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs
NB: fic art of post-torture Neil by @kazzyboy here
Maybe a Mobster by definitely_not_loki [Rated M, 1558 words, complete, 2022]
Neil Josten had transferred at the beginning of this season, and sure he'd been a nightmare for the team, but not in the "I was raised by a serial killer" kind of way. He was hard on the team—way harder than anyone had been before—and he wasn't even the captain. He was just some rookie striker from South Carolina. Most of the time she forgot he was anything but a rookie striker, but then someone would ask about his scars or call him a different name. Those were the few moments she remembered he wasn't just an asshole. He was an asshole with a past. So when The Event happened, she was terrified, horrified beyond all reason, but she was not surprised. Or, Neil is a badass motherfucker.
tw: violence, tw: blood
Neil has some bad habits. by evelynreads23 [Not Rated, 1068 words, complete, 2022]
Neil learnt things when he was young, how to wield a knife, how to hide a body. He was doing good and not thinking about it until someone was telling him he was a fan of the butcher. He was in a haze afterwards and freaked when Jack was being an asshole. This is Neil going to his roots but staying Neil, protecting Andrew and the foxes and not having fun when his past is brought up. Read at your own risk! :)
tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: homophobia, tw: panic attacks
Dart Boards and Knife Fights by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2983 words, complete, 2022]
"As if in sync, both of them dropped down into fighting stances and tensed their muscles. 'I apologize in advance if I end up killing you,' Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously quiet.  Natalie threw her head back and released a sharp peal of laughter, more malicious than anything Andrew had ever heard from her. 'Don’t get cocky, Butcher-boy,' she taunted, her eyes glittering with vicious glee. The Butcher’s smile reappeared on his partner’s face." (a game of darts reminds Andrew that Neil was raised by someone fascinated with knives)
All the masks I've left behind by SagaEllen [Rated T, 1879 words, complete, 2021]
Neil does not cry. Aaron asks for help. And everything is such a mess.
tw: knives, tw: violence
all for his foxes by Olympyas [Not Rated, 2469 words, complete, 2021]
If he wanted to defend his family Neil wouldn't be enough, but someone else would, just this time, just for them. This is how Nathaniel opened the door and managed to stop the knife threw at him. And that was familiar, It even became a reflex by now. They taught him. Lola taught him in a way he wouldn't be able to forget. Lola and Romero come for Neil directly at Palmetto and Neil defends his family.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: blood, tw: knives
AU:
Dead Ringer by HalloweenReaper [Rated E, 18892 words, incomplete, last updated Nov. 2023]
“Potential.” Riko slammed Neil against the wall again and whirled on Kevin. Kevin stared back at him, white-faced and tense. “You said that goalkeeper had potential and then wrote him off as useless when I offered him to you....” - The Foxhole Court, Ch. 13. Nathaniel was given to Ichirou as his private hitman after his skills as a marksman were revealed when the Moriyama tracked him and his mother down after they ran away. Riko decided to surprise Kevin with matching “pets” after he found out the goalkeeper Kevin was interested in had a twin. When Nathaniel is ordered to join the Ravens for a year to cover for a series of hits, his smart mouth meets Andrew’s prickly attitude and things get interesting.
tw: abuse, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: animal abuse, tw: panic attacks
Different Roads by frankelled [Rated T, 33944 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]
Nathaniel became Ichirou's 2nd when he was 10 years old. To protect Nathaniel from becoming a target no one can know, which leaves him in the Nest. When Kevin's hand breaks Nathaniel is in charge of protecting him from Riko, but now in Palmetto
tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks
Andrew's Regret by pandaseek [Not Rated, 13860 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]
“The first three were all former foster parents of Andrew.” Piggins continued, unable to take a hint from the frosty office he’d admitted these things too. “No.” Aaron panicked, staring at Andrew in disbelief. “Andrew has never been…!” Wymack shifted his weight on the filing cabinet, reaching down to grab his trash can and passing it across Andrew in time for Aaron to grab it and spew a cascade of vile liquid into it, while Andrew pushed his chair onto its back legs and avoided all eye contact with those in the cramped office. Andrew knew who did this. The only person who had ever willingly gone to bat for him. A person he had mistakenly believed to be dead long ago; this was proof to the contrary. Except… Except that there was one name missing. - A prompt from Justthislazy, based on my original Lifeline, that I just had to pick up and run with. Thank you for the amazing idea!
tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced csa
Promise, I Can Give You a Reason by maydaykevin [Rated T, 1689 words, complete, 2023]
Something else happens in the fated Millport locker room.
tw: violence
I'm An Accountant by boomba77 [Not Rated, 24101 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]
Abram Hatford is an accountant. A legitimate accountant. He may work for an infamous crime family, but his hands have been clean for years (of blood, at least). He is a translator and an accountant. He flies under the radar, his existence hidden from the public by his family, and he prefers it that way. For him, the words ‘safe’ and ‘unknown’ are synonymous. So, when one of the Hatford empire’s more lucrative businesses begins stirring up the wrong kind of attention and losing money as a result, the Hatfords require discretion and brains. Their elusive Abram is the only person for the job. Andrew Minyard is a part-time server at a random diner and a part-time bartender at The Den, where he spends most of his time drinking what he’s supposed to be serving. It isn’t until strange things start happening around the club that Andrew decides to pay a bit more attention to the shady shit going on at his work. And then, when a stranger shows up looking for work with a perfect resume and a symmetrical face, Andrew finds his suspicion, and his interest, double. All of the death and destruction is bad, sure, but at least it’s interesting. OR Waiting for death is not living.
tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: dissociation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: scars
Rheostat by NeilfuckingJosten [Rated M, 14315 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2023]
Nathaniel Wesninski, alias Neil Josten is finally out of the Nest and into the world of professional exy. Deadly, smart and worse than his father, Nathaniel will bring a storm into Andrew's quiet world. AKA, they meet in the pro's.
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse
I Was Ruined From The Start by BrokenPineTree [Rated M, 39021 words, incomplete, last updated April 2023]
Neil’s grin is audible as he replies. "Riko’s antics getting outed to the public would make him a liability. And I do remember telling you that threats need to be dealt with accordingly." Kevin's stomach lurches into his throat with the conclusions he jumps to. "So, you’re gonna go back to the Nest?" He asks quietly. Slowly. Unsure how to feel about Neil putting himself in that situation again. He can't do that, right? He has other things to worry about now. Neil hums disapprovingly. "Try again," He offers. Kevin does. "You're... coming to Palmetto?" The au where Kevin doesn't have full confidence in Andrew's ability to stand between him and his lurking demons after only spending a few months at Palmetto. But with the dangerous card itching to emerge from under his sleeve, does he really need to?
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: panic attacks
True Crime by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 1789 words, complete, 2022]
All Andrew needed was the WiFi password.
tumblr posts:
Neil Does Not Like when people mess with his people. by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]
Whenever any of the foxes are slightly inconvenienced by someone enough to complain about them, Neil always asks, “Do you want me to take care of it?”
tw: implied/referenced violence
Neil gets in a fight by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]
Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard.
tw: blood, tw: violence 
Neil is dangerous and Aaron knows it hc by @thefoxholestuff [tumblr, 2021]
I love the idea of Neil being the really dangerous one rather than Andrew and the Foxes all being Shook and Andrew being a gay disaster over it
Part 2 - an expansion 
here’s an expansion of my Neil-is-dangerous-and-Aaron-knows-it post,
one night the foxes are at edens and some guy starts to harass Andrew hc by @zipperuser103 [tumblr, 2021]
I know that Neil “starts fights that he can’t finish”, but I refuse to believe that he has no fighting skills at all.
tw: violence
Art
bamf!Neil  by @emry-stars-art
(Feat. BAMF? Assassin? Secret Agent? Neil) by @baylecn
Good boy, junior by @jayjuls
Killer In The Mirror by @allfortheslay25
Killing Eve AU by @rainbowd00dles
Wesninski looks good on you by @ouijacine
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merlinfic · 1 year
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A Marriage that Started a Legend
Author: Clearwater96
Rating: E
Setting: Canon AU
Word Count: 1,013,769 (WIP)
Summary: 
Arthur Pendragon and Merlin were literally from two different worlds. One is a prince from a great kingdom and the other a common farm boy from the next kingdom over. These two should have never met.
But that was before they realized their parents were once friends and arranged the two of them to marry when they reached adulthood. That was before Uther turned on magic and Hunith went on the run with her infant son.
Now almost twenty years have passed and these two boys have grown into men. Camelot knights have found Hunith and come to collect her son.
Will Merlin survive this new world he has been thrusted into? A peasant among royals, a sorcerer among those that would have him killed if they found out. Can Merlin even begin to hope for happiness when the prince he is forced to marry wants nothing to do with him?
Follows canon but with my own arranged marriage spin to it
Reader’s Comments: it’s amazing. it has possessive/jealous arthur (who is having his “i am straight” phase) and innocent/cheeky merlin. it’s super great (just a warning tho arthur WILL be at the top of you hit list) it is a work in progress but Clearwater updates it EVERY SATURDAY and i don’t think they’ve ever missed an update. anyway check it out it’s great  thanks fir being awesome
Thanks to marie for sending in this fic!
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francisforever2014 · 16 days
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i do love abbott elementary but that shit is sooooo corny . it’s v millennial and seems custom made for equally corny think piece articles about it to be published in the opinion column of the nyt
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papayabrain · 3 months
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you can find yourself where you belong
an F1 RPF fic by papayabrain
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Summary: Snapshots of Lando and Carlos’ relationship over the years as they navigate falling for each other.
It’s not without its challenges.
Chapters: 8/11 [current work in progress]
Rating: T
Word count so far: 24,313
Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, mental health issues, global pandemic, covid lockdown, depression, eating issues, internalised homophobia, arguably unsafe behaviour, implied sexual content, mentions of mugging and mild violence, traumatic mutism, Lando’s Belgium crash, and mild injury.
Read in full on AO3 🧡
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Chapter List (will all be individually linked when I cross-post on here):
Lando & Carlos - Car Launch
Lando & Carlos - Brazil 2019
Lockdown 2020
Lando & Carlos - May 14th 2020
Lando & Carlos - Austria 2020
Lando & Carlos - Abu Dhabi 2020
Lando & Carlos - Monaco 2021
Lando & Carlos - Wembley and Belgium 2021
Russia 2021
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valaont · 2 months
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Nothing will ever make me more insane than the UUYogurt and House of Dirk fanfics on AO3. That shit shifted my life fr fr.
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