“Hey,”
Kevin says as soon as Neil picks up, “are you home this weekend?”
Neil
glances at the calendar tacked to the kitchen wall. The two cases are colored
gray but empty.
“Sure,” he
says. “Why?”
There’s
shuffling on the other side of the phone. Kevin sounds distracted, his
inability to concentrate on two things at once evident. “We were driving to
Thea’s parents’,” he says, “but her father’s in the hospital.”
The
coffeemaker beeps when it’s done, and Neil pours himself a mug. He’ll need it,
if he wants to follow Kevin’s complicated conclusions.
What if Andrew went to sleep respectably big-spooning Neil, but wakes up before dawn to find he has Neil flat on his back, Neil’s shirt rucked up, Andrew’s arms wrapped tight around Neil’s waist, and snuggling into his scarred tummy like a child with a stuffed toy?
What if in that bleary, tense moment before he fully realizes what he’s doing and jerks away, Neil sifts a hand into his hair and mumbles “stay”, so he relaxes after a minute and plants his face back where it was?
What if when they wake up together a few hours later, he has impressions of Neil’s scars on his cheek like lines from a rumpled pillowcase, and Neil’s smile at having Andrew so close is vulnerable and soft and open and makes Andrew’s heart clench?
What if he stopped wearing armbands to bed a long time ago, and this is what makes Neil comfortable enough to stop wearing a shirt to bed too?
This is the fic that I did for @curlyhairedneil through @tfcfansgive. Hopefully this turned out alright!! I won’t lie, I really super struggled with the prompt, because we all know I’m not one for fluff writing, but this was… admittedly a lot of fun once I finally figured out where I wanted the story to go.
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Neil doesn’t know what to do on a snow day. Not that he considers this much of one. There’s barely a dusting on the ground, hardly enough to even call it snow. It’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, if not later this evening. He doesn’t get it. Classes – canceled. The whole school – shut down. Even Wymack, the betrayer, had called off Exy practice for the day. It’s not that Neil doesn’t get that, regionally, this is a lot of snow. It’s not even an inch, but to people who live here, who make a home in the south east, this is an abomination. Neil’s been here for three years – has called himself a Fox for three years, holy shit – and they’ve never called a snow day before. It’s unprecedented.
And yet all Neil can see when he looks out the dorm window is a lack of ice and perfect running conditions.
“We’re not going out there,” Andrew says from his spot on one of the bean bags. Kevin is at his desk doing homework. He’s been grumbling for the past fifteen minutes about stubborn coaches and unreasonable fathers. Apparently, not even Kevin could win Wymack over. The court is closed to them.
DO NOT:
-tell them to go to their rooms (they will not come out)
-threaten to revoke their privileges when they don’t do something (they will do it anyway)
-threaten to not give them dinner when they do something (they will accept it and not eat at all)
-ground them (they will not come out either)
-yell at them (they will ignore you for hours)
-!!!! tell them you want to go back to germany (they will give you reasons to and encourage you to)
a list of things Nicky Hemmick compiled while living with his cousins (via aceaaroniscanon)
All of us knows how it’s going to end the moment we heard [History Maker] for the first time, friends 🙂 The History Maker is about Yuuri and Victor making history.
We are very close to the ‘moment of truth’. Victor and Yuuri are going to make it happen, they’re going to make history.
The funny thing is now that we know that [History Maker] is taken Yuuri and Victor’s perspective if you read the lyric again, you might find that the first part is from Yuuri’s point of view
[Can you hear my heartbeat？ Tired of feeling never enough I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true]
And the second part is from Victor’s perspective
There’ll be no more darkness when you believe in yourself you are unstoppable Where your destiny lies, dancing on the blades, you set my heart on fire
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Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth / We were born to make history / We’ll make it happen, we’ll turn it around
Nothing but My Aching Soul 