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Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases - @jtl-fics

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Exy career was everything Neil expected it to be, it was his dream come true, his life. But his life no longer had an expiration date. Any missteps he made on the court (Actual missteps, pulled tendons, and torn muscles) followed him off the court.

He was 27, and he already sounded like David did when he needed to sit down on their low set couch. And David was overplaying it just to get an amused but loving glance form Abby, and a kiss on a cheek when she joined him. Neil's back hurt. Most of his bones did. His right arm felt cold and tingly more often than not and keeping his ankle iced was not solving the issue of his inflamed nerve.

But Neil expected that.

What he was not expecting was seeing a mirror for those issues in Andrew. Andrew, who was strong enough to hold the weight of Neil's problems and stand straight. Was. Neil was glad they weren't hiding this, at least. He was glad Kevin wasn't living with them any more to witness as they allowed their bodies to fall apart. Neil, unable to hold a pen long enough to write sentence (Andrew was right about not giving a fuck about autographs). Andrew, unable to hold his own weight, never exactly comfortable with his own spine any more.

How long could they do this to themselves?

Neil looked at Andrew

Forever.

To each other?

Andrew was already looking at Neil. “I Am not leaving you alone on the court.”

Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases PREV amazing beta by @jtl-fics who made this scene made sense and was the mastermind behind the happening Andrew woke up to the early morning light. He tried to adjust to go back to sleep but no matter what position he tried his lower back ached. Back - Bad. Stomach - Uncomfortable. Left side - Wrong. Right side - worst, so bad that Andrew almost let out a perfectly worthless grunt of discomfort. “You don’t have to pretend to be asleep.” He hissed.

Neil turned away from Andrew at the sound of his hiss. Andrew was always crankiest when he was in pain first thing in the morning. Neil could soothe him with a warm bath and a bit of a massage but not when Andrew was trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. He could offer those things later when Andrew has given up and taken his painkillers like a functioning member of society.

“You’re not awake?” Came a voice muffled by their bedroom door before it swung open without so much as a knock.

“Kevin, what the fuck?!” Andrew barked his anger blunting the pain of his lower back enough to stand on his feet without the need for painkillers. His charge had Kevin retreat only a step before Andrew’s back ached and he had to lean on the doorframe for support.

“You’re almost out of almond milk.” Kevin said holding up a mostly empty glass bottle that held just a single gulp’s worth of milk.

Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose, he had enough wrinkles as it. In a way it was impressive how Kevin always managed to sculpt the ever present scowl on Andrew’s face into something worse every time the two of them spoke. Andrew thought briefly that it was a good thing that Kevin didn’t remain an arts student at Edgar Alan.

“I need almond milk. That would make this situation better.” Andrew glowered as his golden eyes met Kevin’s green, “Let’s go get some tree nut milk, that is exactly what I need with the way this morning is going.” He said.

Kevin’s brows furrowed as he looked at Andrew, “Wait, aren’t you allergic to tree nuts?” He asked moving the bottle away from Andrew as if the damage wouldn’t have already been done if that container had ever had almond milk in it.

“Do we not have anymore milk?” Neil asked and Andrew turned abruptly towards him but his anger had faded and the pain was back. He heard a rattle from behind him and turned to see Kevin holding a bottle of his pain medicine. Andrew snatched it and the milk bottle out of his hands as he took the medication with the last swig of the milk.

Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases PREV Sorry for taking so long have bit longer one also thanks to amazing edits from @jtl-fics <3

It wasn’t as if Andrew had forgotten that Kevin had moved across town, it was more to put a spotlight on the fact that even with the distance it still, apparently, hadn’t been far enough. Not far enough to stop waltzing into their house uninvited as if he were merely walking into another room of his own home. It had been months since he had moved out of their house and into his own when Jean had made the National team. A few months just wasn’t enough to erase habits built through the years. Routines that he had formed his life around, routines built with the help of two, slightly more functional, men. Living at the nest had robbed Kevin of many ‘common’ things. Simple joys like a long hot shower. Mundane annoyances like standing in line at the grocery store. Obvious things like the knowledge that he could just leave his house at any given moment for no reason. Sensible things like remembering to set up automatic bill payments for his insurance and his car payments.

Ship of Theseus - @jtl-fics

@jtl-fics [thank you for the ask and for checking my writing <3 ] Au based on long running rp I have going on with @noomyart some scenes and dialogues are hand-picked with love from our source material

Riko looked up at the dark night sky. He knew there were stars up there, but the lights of the city made them impossible to see. He returned to the position he’d been laying in, facing the railing looking down through the gap allowing rain water to fall down, watching the cars and the yellow lights of the street lanterns below.

“Hello, this is the Suicide Hotline. What is your name?”

Riko.

The name died on his lips, he didn’t want anyone to know, “Danny,” he said with a sudden pang of anxiety, expecting a slap across the face for lying.

“Hello Danny, my name is Jake. Where are you right now?”

“I’m home,” another lie, “I’m sitting on the balcony,” a third one.

He's laying down on his side ready to sleep out here. Anytime he slept inside the thick moldy air of the apartment threatened to suffocate him. The complaints of his bones forced to rest on hard tiles were easier to ignore than his suffocating lungs.

“How are you feeling right now?”

It’s WIP Wednesday (except it's Sunday bc I need headstart and to see what to focus on), time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

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In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write. Feel free to sent multiple asks All of them contain Riko as centrepiece

1. Roadkill canon divergence riko does not get shot/ canon typical TW's 2. Ship of Theseus AU in which riko left the nest at age of 18 and regretted it ever since /topics of self harm suicide grooming / slow burn recovery , very miserable but hopeful 3. Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases slow burn recovery 4. Badger in fox den in which neil regrets not shutting up

big thanks to @noomyart for being my beta bc my english sucks and @jtl-fics for writing advice and creative support and any support I ever need

Badger in fox den - @jtl-fics

AHHHHHH I'm really happy to hear so <3 again thank you @jtl-fics for beta freelancing

It irritated him to know that, even now, as he sat in his secure little dark spot that the sun shone brightly just two meters away. He could put up blankets to hide from it, but the world had dared to go forward while he was trying to crawl backwards.

Things were so much more bearable when inside and outside were two separate universes.

“Hazing….Isolation…Brainwashing.” The reporters droned on and on with fake concern and care for those ‘impacted’.

“Shut up!” Riko screamed just adding to his budding headache. He miscalculated as he tried pushing himself up with his healthy arm and reached for the remote with his broken one. He was sure that he was a graceful sight as he tumbled forward and off of the couch. He stayed down curled on his side with his forehead pressed against the couch to hide away from the too bright light.

His eyes felt dry even when they were closed. His headache had only worsened in his tumble, clearly being here was bad for every part of him.

He rubbed his temple, once again annoyed that rubbing a body part did not ease any of the pain that hid beneath his bones.

Maybe Minyard could crack this one too?

The reporter continued to drone on, “….Edgar Allan was…”

Idk what this fic is doing but this man is in trenches and need help

Badger in a Fox den (5) PREV

The fridge might have been taken out of advertisement, stuffed to the brim with everything one might need to cook anything they would want. Riko couldn't cook, and further down the line, would wish it had been stuffed with fake wax replicas, instead of the actual vegetables and fruits it was overfilled with now. Some of which were already wilting a bit, left without water to their roots.

He ignored those, for now finding slices of smoked chicken breast wrapped in foil and paper. Without thinking, he started eating those few at a time, crumbling the paper when he was done and leaving it on the floor. He took a quick look at everything and took with himself a few cups of yogurt, and one rind of brie.

He had food. 1 month later: