Lmao NOBODY DIES I PROMISE. The basic premise is that Neil is in a coma, having an out of body experience (think that one Reese Witherspoon movie where she haunts Mark Ruffalo), but the only person who can see him is Aaron. (I’m writing this for Jane bc I lost a bet, but it’ll be fun for many to enjoy. Also I owe you guys a happy aaroneil lmfao).
Here’s a snip!!
Aaron took the time to really look at Neil, considering. He was sort of pretty, in the light filtering through the windows. It caught in his eyelashes, making them golden and emphasising the surreal blueness of his eyes.
Even the way his brows were furrowed in concentration was kind of adorable.
Aaron blanched.
Adorable?
Where did that come from?
He cleared his throat. 'I have a question.'
Neil smirked humourlessly, his hand passing through the soda can yet again. 'Fire at will.'
Reaching over, Aaron plucked the can from the counter. He cracked it open, taking a sip. Neil gave him a filthy look for it.
Deserved. Aaron was showing off.
'If you can't do that,' Aaron started, 'then how can you be sitting on a chair?'
Neil froze, a panicked look passing over his features. At first, nothing happened. Then, within the space of a heartbeat, he was on his ass.
'Ow! Fuck! What the hell?'
Aaron rounded the counter and peered down at Neil. He was sprawled on the linoleum with the legs of the stool protruding from his torso, glaring up at Aaron.
Aaron shook his head, taking another sip. 'You really have to get better at being a ghost, dude.'
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Hehe, of course my dear!! I got the title from Autopsy of You & Me and I originally thought it would make for a fun jeaaron. I have, however, since changed it to aaroneil.
Here’s a snippet:
'Several contusions starting at the knuckles and continuing up the forearm,' Aaron dictated. 'Evidence of healed injuries on the torso, ranging from a month to—'
It was almost imperceptible, that little stretch of a bullet wound under the body's clavicle. Aaron's heart jumped as he put his ear by the body's mouth.
An exhale, ever so faint, tickled his cheek.
Aaron scrambled for his phone to stop the recording, paging the front desk.
He held onto his calm with all the strength he possessed, speaking calmly into the receiver, 'Could I get a gurney down to the morgue as soon as possible?'
One of the interns, Robin Cross responded, her inexperience evidenced by the lack of alarm in her voice, 'Why?'
Aaron swore. 'Because there's a live patient on my table.'
Andrew and Neil accidentally crash Abby and Wymack’s carnival date.
The fairground was rife with people and noise. Andrew had warned Neil that this would be the case, but the screaming, the music, the crowds; it all had Neil wondering what the appeal of a day at the fair could possibly be.
The day itself was drawing to a close, the sky turning a deep orange and fading to purple at the edges. Andrew had flown in that afternoon, and when Neil picked him up from the airport he happened upon the flyer for the Palmetto State fair.
Although, after spending ten minutes there, Neil came to the conclusion that they should have just had an easy night at home. Murder, She Wrote reruns were a better alternative to this.
Andrew caught him by the shoulders, yanking him out of both his thoughts and the warpath of an ice-cream-wielding toddler. Neil checked himself for stains, but he remained unscathed.
‘Thanks.’
‘Those jeans are designer,’ Andrew informed him.
Neil shook his head, smiling. He opened his mouth to respond when a familiar voice called, ‘Neil! Andrew!’
They both whirled to see Abby hauling Wymack over by the hand. She was beaming, her hair free from its customary ponytail and whipping around in the breeze. Wymack appeared to be reevaluating his life choices.
Neil met Andrew’s amused look with an identical one of his own, allowing Abby to catch him in a hug when they met them halfway.
‘I didn’t know the two of you were coming here tonight,’ she said fondly.
‘The warning would have been nice,’ Wymack added, less so.
Neil fought the childish urge to stick his tongue out at him. Living in the dorms with just Robin was beginning to have an effect on him.
‘We didn’t intend to crash your date,’ Andrew said, sending a meaningful look down at Abby and Wymack’s joined hands.
‘And what noble reason do you shits have for being here?’ Wymack returned.
‘Candy floss hunting,’ Andrew said at the same time Neil said, ‘Breaking in my jeans.’
‘They’re designer, you know,’ Neil continued when Wymack cast his eyes heavenward.
Abby laughed at their antics. ‘Have you tried any of the rides yet?’
‘Er, no.’ Neil tried to think of how best to skirt around the topic of Andrew’s acrophobia, but Andrew beat him to it.
‘I sustained a head injury in last week’s game,’ Andrew lied. ‘No roller coasters for me. So sad.’
Abby frowned. ‘A head injury? In which quarter? We watched the whole game.’
‘You must have blinked,’ said Andrew. ‘I’m going to line up for food if you want to take him on something puke-inducing before we eat. Coach?’
Wymack sighed but seemed to accept that his date had been crashed. ‘Yeah, take the kid on that death trap you pointed out earlier.’
‘The one you said would put your heart to the test?’ Abby asked.
Wymack huffed. ‘We’ll meet you by the tables.’
‘Are you sure?’ Neil asked Abby. ‘If you don’t want to—’
He trailed off when he saw that Abby’s green eyes were alight with excitement. She clutched his arm. ‘Come on, Josten. Don’t chicken out on me now.’
Neil couldn’t help but laugh as she dragged him across the fairground. The years between nurse and striker fell away, and suddenly they were both kids, nervously boarding a ride called The Crazy Coaster that allegedly spun as it sped over the tracks.
Abby’s joyful squeals accompanied the swoop in Neil’s gut at every drop, making him laugh harder. They took the first two dips facing forwards, but the biggest one was coming, and their carriage was turning.
‘Oh, god. Oh, god,’ Abby gasped, her hand fumbling for Neil’s. ‘Neil, we’re backwards.’
Neil managed a hysterical, ‘What do you want me to do about it?’
Abby finally caught his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Neil held tight to the woman who had patched him up so many times he’d lost count, who kissed his forehead and cheered him on at every game, who brought him on this stupid ride and showed him that surrendering your control to wheels and cogs and gravity could actually be fun.
The two of them shared a pair of frenzied grins as Abby said, ‘Here we go,’ and then they were falling.
MOONIEEEE!!! Ah, the jerejean I’ve been trying to write for two years. This one’s the sequel to my kandreil witch au that I keep changing because I’m pedantic about Jeremy’s characterisation. Cat!Jean will be back at some point, I promise!!
Here’s a snippet of a bit I’m definitely keeping:
‘—I’m sick of everyone saying I ruined Halloween.’
‘Then stop ruining Halloween,’ Aaron suggested.
Nicky smacked him with the banana peel.
‘Eugh!’
‘Anyway—’ Jeremy continued, drawing Jean’s disdain away from the spat between cousins, ‘—are you in? I know you haven’t been to town before but I’d be with you the whole time, and it could be kinda fun.’
Jean risked a glance at Kevin, who still had an armful of Neil even as he watched Jean closely. When he caught his eye, Kevin smiled in encouragement, nodding that this was something he wanted Jean to do.
Jean shook himself.
Why was he asking for permission in the first place? Why was he relieved to receive it?
I won’t say too much on it for now so I don’t get flayed in the square, but here’s a snip of Kevin in labour 👀
‘Nicky, would you quit tapping on the bed frame?’
‘But I’m bored.’
Kevin paused in his pacing, flicking Nicky an incredulous look before violently snatching the remote beside the bed and turning the TV on. A soft-spoken man was talking about cuckoos.
‘There you go. Learn something about birds.’
‘I know all I want to know about birds already,’ Nicky grumbled.
‘Ask me if I care.’
‘Labour makes you mean.’
Kevin scowled at him but Allison appeared in the doorway before Kevin could show Nicky just how mean labour could make him.
‘Oh, thank god,’ Nicky said. He launched out of his seat and muttered, ‘Tag, you’re it,’ to Allison on his way out of the room.
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Thank you @codename-adler for the tag, it’s been a while since I did one of these 💕
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WiP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
Aftg 2026 mixtape
A Day Among Many
pregkev
dead mommy issues
Flatline: Coming Soon
Halo Around the Moon
Have at it folks!!
No pressure tag: @vykio @decaflondonfog @kweenkday @thesunshinecourts @justadreamfox @likearecordbb @millportisntreal
