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Whiskey Sour by maqicien (Not Rated | 6078 | 1/1) 

He feels eyes on him like a soft caress on the back of his neck, a gentle kiss behind his ear. He tries to find the honey gold of his eyes in the crowd, but they're always gone before he can find them.

Andrew is there almost every night, in whispers and glimpses. Neil finds himself fighting for even a blink of him in the crowd.

After 7 nights of being watched, Andrew pops up at the bar.

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In which Neil is a bartender and Andrew is the crime lord that owns the bar.

Could be either of these!

A trip to the dentist by lovelypipedream (G | 748 | 1/1)

Neil has to get his wisdom tooth removed. Andrew gets to witness the sight that is Neil on anesthesia.

Sleepy Smiles by hephaestus19 (G | 684 | 1/1)

i imagine you mean this one -maz

Translation Errors by SensationalSunburst (Not Rated | 3,128 | 1/1)

caelisis said: are there any fics where neil or someone meets someone that knew him as one of his other identities? or maybe had just seen him before? lmao i felt like i’ve read a fic like this before but maybe it was just on tumblr

Anonymous said: Hi! I was wondering if there is a fic in which someone recognizes Neil from when he was on the run with one of his other identities?

there’s this one-maz

the road trip by palmettofoxden (Not Rated | 3,738 | 1/1)

mm that would be this -maz

the key to fighting. by andreil (M | 6,151 | 1/1)

It's rare for them to fight, but when they truly do, it's destructive.

yeah fairly sure i’ve found it -maz

i'll keep you by bazookajo94 (M | 4,415 | 1/1)

Aaron asked, “What’s your deal? What’s going on?”

Andrew had no choice. He stood up, walked to the bowl of freshly cut melon surrounded by pools of watermelon juice and an assortment of black seeds, and plucked a piece of the fruit. It was dark red and glistening and sweet on his tongue.

alright thanks -maz

i know i'm no sweet prince of love by orphan_account (M | 5,013 | 1/1)

Kevin’s so obviously stressed about Janie being hospitalized that it’s giving Aaron hives. He’s pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair, muttering under his breath, and it’s really starting to piss Aaron off. He’s got a chem midterm in three days and walking through the March drizzle to the library is out of the question, since he’s paid sixty bucks for this textbook and he’s not going to let it get water damage.

But Kevin’s absolutely fucking insufferable right now. “Dude,” Aaron huffs, “Go beat off and calm the fuck down. You’re getting bad vibes all over my study space.”

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