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INTERLUDE: WISDOM’S GIFT, pt. 2

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PATREON

[twinetenderx]

filipino jack frost (and baby tooth) resurfacing for a very important event in our history (a bit late but hey)

rip jack you would've loved saying "yis galing taina"

[el-pada]

ok theory rambling time, shoutout to the 3 people that will see this

[crisisthegirl]

i wish i was capable of writing and not just coming up with heavily detailed and specific longfic ideas for all my blorbos bc istg some days i’m a fucking genius in terms plot ideas.

sigh. it’ll never happen but if i ever manage to write more than a single paragraph it’ll be of this idea i just had for an andreil fic inspired by the 30th by billie eilish.

tw for car accident and injuries

like just imagine andreil having a big fight and andrew going for a drive leaving neil but neil cant sit still so he goes on a run and he gets into a really bad accident bc it was raining and a car almost threw him off a bridge and he winds up in the hospital with a potentially career-ending injury, terrified that the moriyama’s will kill him and andrew will be left alone just- and he did have his fucking phone for once and he calls andrew and he’s sobbing bc he’s out of it from the sheer pain but turns out andrew didnt grab his phone so he doesnt pick up and andrew even drives by the accident scene but thinks nothing of it and then he gets home and neil’s still not there.

its then that he hears his phone and its a call from aaron (who lives in the same city bc andrew chose a team close to his brother whatever) that neil’s been in an accident and its bad and andrew’s immediately panicking like he’s back in baltimore, hell, even worse than baltimore and he just knows that that horrifying scene on the bridge he passed was neil and he’s never panicked so much in his life.

so he’s in the hospital but they wont let him see neil cause they’re not married but aarons there and he tells him about neil’s injuries and somehow he’s a very safe presence for andrew in that moment and familiar so aaron makes it easier but nothing prepares him to see neil in yet another hospital bed, unconscious and bruised everywhere and his legs are both severly injured but its neil its neil he cant not run he cant not have exy he’ll die.

and while andrew’s waiting for neil to wake up he sees the phonecall from neil and he listens to the voicemail of neil so scared so fully overcome by fear and pain and andrew spirals. but when neil wakes up he doesnt remember anything, nothing, not the crash and not calling andrew but he’s breathing and alive and he’s so beautiful and andrew, cool, expressionless andrew sort of crumbles right there and he cant hide the mix of fear and relief that seeing neil awake makes him feel. and ofc then there’s the whole aftermath of neil being terrified of his injuries and what they could mean if he doesnt manage to fully heal and recover to play exy again, mixed with the angst of it having been bc of a fight they had and dealing with andrew. andrew who has relapsed so bad he can barely look at neil let alone speak to him without being hit by a wave of guilt and self-blaming and anger so strong he feels like when he was at his worst but also is actively trying not to show it and not to let it ruin their relationship or stop him from being there for neil and helping him through his recovery.

oh god im so sorry idk what came over me ive never written so many words in such an awful and grammatically atrocious way. my apologies.

[mediumgayitalian]

wait i was looking at a fic i wrote a while ago bc i remember it being dogshit so i was gonna delete it…why was it kinda cute

[panickedpenguin]

Playing truth or dare with Billy Hargrove was a horrible idea. Terrible, really, in that Billy Hargrove is one of those people who just takes.

It had started on the basketball court, hard line of Billy's body right behind him.

"Harrington, truth or dare"

And because he was panting, focused for the last 47 minutes on the game and the ball and the net, because he's had Billy in his ear this whole time and Steve just wants him to fuck off, he says "Dare"

"I dare you to miss"

And Steve slips through an opening around Billy, an opening Billy gave him to make his shot, and Steve misses. He fucking missed the shot. And Billy howls and taunts and winks, "knew you couldn't pass up a dare", but the thing is, Steve didn't do it on purpose. He wasn't trying to fulfill the dare, he just fucking missed, but Billy looked so elated in that moment that Steve just huffed and carried on.

Days later, Steve drops Mike and Lucas at the arcade and Billy is there, smoking a cigarette against the side of his car. Steve pulls up near him, can't say why, and the kids run out. It's while Steve glares Billy's way that he realizes why he parked so close; because the overcast sky was highlighting the bruising along Billy's left side, temple to jaw and cutting across his mouth.

"What happened to you" Steve blurts out. The grin Billy gives him is theatrical in its extremity, canines out and eyes hard.

"Truth or dare, Harrington"

Steve eyes him up and down and says, "Truth"

Billy drags from his cigarette, head tilted back and to the side, showing some throat. "Anyone ever loved you?"

And wasn't that some shit.

Steve scoffed, throat tight on an inhale and fingers gripping tight on the steering wheel and eyelids straining to close tight too. He scoffed and he looked away and he reversed the fuck out. But then, then, before he could hit the gas and before he was too far to hear, Steve said to Billy, "Sure, someone, maybe"

And that's how it turned into Billy's own little game. Truth or dare, played on the court and in the halls and at the diner. Played in the lockers and the parking lots and the dead eyed quarry where Steve could drive up and find Billy too close to the edge, looking far gone.

"Truth or dare, Harrington"

"Dare"

"I dare you to think about jumping"

Steve scrunched up his nose. "Thought about it"

"Scared?" Billy grins.

Steve thought about that, too. He settled on, "Stupid"

And Billy ignites with laughter, lights up and sounds off and it echoes through the darkness. Steve smiles.

"Truth or dare"

"Truth"

"Where's your English paper?"

"Uh, right here?"

And Billy snags it away for the following period before handing it back like nothing happened. Steve has no idea what happened.

"Truth or dare"

"Ugh, dare"

"Dare you to take six shots with me"

"Six? No fucking way!"

"Cmon, Harrington, it's a dare"

"Jesus fuck"

Steve doesn't remember much else of that particular party, but there was a moment of clarity when Billy had his arm thrown around Steve and they both laughed and laughed over their increasingly ridiculous dares. Steve dared Billy to trip Rebecca Smithers into her boyfriends drink, Billy dared Steve to hold onto any girls skirt for five minutes straight. It was ridiculous and it made Steve's face hurt until he was too numb to feel anything.

It went on and on. And Billy wouldn't stop.

[anqelbean]

Ah. A fic summary. My greatest enemy