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toep1ss · 1 year
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i love me a baltimore andrew pov as much as the next guy HOWEVER. wymack getting the call from the fbi while still at the stadium/on the bus is so INFURIATING. the game was in new york - even in the cop car and breaking traffic laws it takes like four or five hours to get to baltimore, and the fbi wasn’t going to call wymack straight away after apprehending neil. so saying the foxes were still at the stadium after 6-8 hours even though four (i think) needed to be hospitalised is just silly please stop this madness🙏🙏
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knox-knocks · 8 months
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Thinking about wymack trying to break the news to the rookie kid about their problems with the japanese mafia without scaring him off the team only for the rookie kid to have his very own ties to a different but related gang is too fucking funny to me
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mac-monsters · 1 month
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Suffering is all I know
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doodlingstuff · 7 months
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Neil said "I want to see you lose control" and he was the only one who didn't see when Andrew did.
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jtl-fics · 7 months
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Was thinking about the first thing that Neil says to Andrew when Andrew comes rushing into the motel room after Baltimore.
"They could have blinded you," Nathaniel said. "All that time fighting and you never learned how to duck."
Neil means it about the eye but god if it doesn't apply to Andrew emotionally.
In that moment in the motel room it's all on display just how catastrophically Andrew failed to dodge the hit that was Neil Josten. There's no way to deny it after Baltimore, he dragged Wymack around like he was nothing, didn't even notice the armed FBI agents, threatening everyone who wants to get close.
Andrew's spent so much time fighting wanting anything and now he's failed to dodge the most direct hit of his entire fucking life.
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harathedrummer · 1 month
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JUST SILLY THOUGHTS
Nathan is called The Butcher of Baltimore, SO imagine if Mary was (a psycho killer) as crazy as him and she would be called Bloody Mary. They would make a great couple (i'm dead)
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litrallymadlad · 9 months
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Based on this tweet HAHAH
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kazbiter · 1 year
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that time I saw someone on tiktok saying allison sucked for outing andreil in baltimore..... outing them??? OUTING THEM??? everyone in that room just had a front row seat to the most homoerotic life changing devastating desperate reunion of all time and literature I think it was pretty obvious what was going on
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xxanssie · 11 days
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How does Nora make me so emotional by simply switching names in the narrative?
Like when Neil did it in Baltimore, and when Jean finally stopped calling Neil Nathaniel.
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ravlykpavlyk · 7 months
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Once Foxes wanted to go to one of these rage rooms because, let's face it, they need it. Neil offered to find one for them. As if team trip or some shit.
They ended up going to his house in Baltimore and destroying it completely.
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scholliski · 7 months
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The foxes thought Neil had a weird accent for years because his mom is British but it’s actually because he’s from Baltimore unfortunately
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mostlymaudlin · 1 year
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i made a joke on twitter that someone should write a crack fic that opens with Andrew riding the horse in TKM and he’s like “bet you’re wondering how i ended up here.”
and well. then this happened:
You’re probably wondering how I ended up here.
A horseback ride in the Blue Ridge mountains sounds idyllic, if you’re the kind of person that takes vacations straight out of the free tourist brochures at gas stations. I am not that person.
In fact, I had never been on any vacation before this week. If I were to take a vacation of my choosing, I would absolutely not be doing an activity that requires me to activate my core while breathing air that smells like animal shit.
Yet here I am. Sitting on a horse double my height, following a group of people I don’t even particularly like down a stinky, too-green path through the woods.
You might ask, why did you put yourself in this situation? It’s a good question, and I fear I have the worst answer of all:
There’s this guy.
I know, I know, how cliche. If it helps, I am not prone to them: I’m an orphan but not a Chosen One. I’m a college athlete who couldn’t care less about winning. I’m a twin but I’m nothing like my brother.
The boy problems, though? I’ve got ‘em. And oh, do I know how to pick ‘em.
Neil’s horse ambles down the wide path next to mine. The man himself is slumped forward in his saddle, reins held loosely in his bandaged hands. Neil has the misfortune of being very murder-able, so the bandages are a more common part of his whole look than one would hope.
This most recent bout of “almost getting killed” was particularly… vexing. (We don’t need to go into detail. All you need to know is that I didn’t handle it well.) Neil is moving on, though. He’s taking in the scenery, and his expression befits a tourist brochure even if the rest of him screams, “I should probably still be in a hospital.” When he catches me looking his lips curve into a small smile, and Reader, it is imperative that you understand how passionately I hate him.
“This is cool,” Neil says.
“Well, as long as you’re enjoying it,” my cousin grumbles from behind us. Nicky enjoys nature about as much as I do. I shoot him a look, and he mimes zipping his mouth shut.
Neil only shrugs, leaning further against the neck of his horse. I’m not sure how he’s awake. In the last four nights, he’s slept in a hospital, on a cot in an FBI conference room, on a dorm room floor, and then finally one night in a real bed in the luxurious “cabin” our teammates are renting. Minus the hospital, I’ve dealt with the same sleeping arrangements (yes, including the giant fluffy bed, no, we will not make a big deal of it). Even without the copious injuries, I do not have why don’t we go horseback riding? energy. But somehow Neil, with his half-melted face and arms, has giddied up to come smile at me and the sky and the trees.
This brings me to my point: I’m in deep. I’m so fucked. This morning, I would have told you that you’d never catch me in touching range of a horse. But for twelve hours, I thought Neil Josten might be dead; if he’s going to stand in front of me, saying he wants to go horseback riding, then yeah, every person on this goddamn team is going to get on a goddamn horse unless they want me to gut them.
My thighs are so sore and itchy. I’m on a horse that smells worse than my gear bag, swatting away flies and dodging low branches. I genuinely hate the present moment. It’s my fault, I know: these are the perils of letting ourselves fall for stupid ass men. These are the perils of getting attached to anyone at all.
But put yourself in my shoes. Really visualize it — they are cowboy boots with honest to god spurs, and I was forced to pay money to rent them.
Now ask yourself: Did I really have any other choice?
now on ao3!
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mac-monsters · 5 days
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Mary wip if she killed her bitch ass husband 🫶 or never married him?
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quiescentdestiny · 8 months
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thinking about the fact that if Neil had died in Baltimore, literally none of Andrew's family would even know he was broken as much as he was by it. Like they saw him choke Kevin, but even after Baltimore, Nicky assumed it was just a fling.
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mcmeasle · 1 month
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do you ever wonder what Nathan Wesninski was like as a child? I was thinking about this last night.
Obviously there’s an argument that he grew up in a bad household, trauma, etc
(CW: mild discussions of gore)
But isn’t it so much more interesting to imagine he had a healthy, loving home life growing up. Parents who cared and wanted to support him
But he found an early fascination with knives. Burning ants on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass. Crushing bugs between his fingers or ripping their legs off to watch them slowly die. Moving his way up to squirrels and birds. Neighborhood cats and dogs go missing and turn up in the owners driveway days later mutilated.
Seeking out a crowd of people at school he could use as a wall of muscle until he could escalate to further more extreme torment on other students.
Equally charming to all of the faculty and terrifying to other students lower on the food chain. Getting away with things because no one would rat on him out of fear and because they know the faculty wouldn’t believe that Nathan is capable of something like this. He’s a good kid, with good grades, lots of friends, and extracurriculars! He’s student body president!
People wanted to stay on Nathan’s good side, be his “friend” because if you were someone who he deemed valuable, you became untouchable. They’d all also seen how easily he could destroy someone’s reputation and sense of self. Students who ended up on the wrong side of Nathan were never the same again. He wielded both the power of popularity and fear. They were two sides of the same coin to him.
But his parents knew. Deep down. He scared them. The evidence was all around them: bloodied paper towels, smell of rot in the back shed, an unsettling look in Nathan’s eyes when he’d extend sympathies to the owners whose pets were recently found deceased after he’d helped them put up missing pet posters.
By the time they were willing to open their eyes to it, it was too late for them to try and save their kid. And eventually, too late for them to save themselves either.
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jtl-fics · 1 year
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I wonder what happened to the Wesninski house in Baltimore. It was definitely roped off as a crime scene for a long time but eventually it had to go somewhere and Neil’s the only beneficiary it could really go to.
Do you think it enters his custody and there are plenty of people who want to buy it, either because it’s a nice house or because ‘it’s the BUTCHER’S house’ and they want to turn it into a tourist attraction. Neil’s getting bombarded with real estate, city planning, victims advocacy, etc.
Maybe it’s only Neil’s 3rd year that he gets possession of it and he’s already stressed because it’s his 1st year as a captain and he needs to show the Moriyamas and the professional teams that he is worth investing in.
Maybe Andrew sees all of this and reaches out. Maybe all of the OG Foxes brave Baltimore one more time and maybe they spend all of Spring Break destroying every single nice thing that house ever had. For the Foxes it’s just fun to break shit, for Neil it’s destroying and rejecting his father’s legacy, he’s desecrating his father’s grave, it’s the most cathartic thing he’s ever done in his entire life and that includes telling Riko off his freshman year. They shatter chandeliers, furniture, appliances (the gas is well and truly turned off), watches, jewelry, clothes, plates, glasses, and anything they can find and destroy.
Allison has a running tab on who has done the most in property damage. The one who wins is Matt because he brought his own sledgehammer to the party.
Maybe the Foxes help Neil destroy his father’s legacy but also...maybe Dan grabs pictures of Nathaniel smiling at the camera with a missing tooth.
Maybe Nicky finds a recipe book hand written from Nathaniel’s maternal grandmother hoping her grandson will like them and it is set aside to be saved.
Maybe Matt finds a hidden corner where Nathaniel had drawn on the wall in crayon and he cuts out that chunk of drywall.
Maybe Aaron finds some letters Mary wrote to Stuart about what a good boy Nathaniel is and he pockets them.
Maybe Renee finds a stuffed animal with a missing eye and carries it to safety.
Maybe Kevin finds a set of child Exy equipment that goes into the Maserati.
Maybe Allison finds children’s clothes that have been sewn back together because the person who wore them loved them so much so she puts them in her purse.
Maybe Andrew finds a tiny bloody hand print in the basement and Andrew’s hand eclipses the hand of the bleeding child who left it and Andrew doesn’t forget things but the thought is easier when Neil’s hands engulf his when they hold them later that night.
Maybe the Foxes go and save every piece of Nathaniel they can from that house. Nathan can rot there, Neil is having the house demolished in a week and then he’ll sell the land to the Baltimore parks department.
But maybe Nathaniel’s grave is somewhere else. Maybe they let him rest somewhere other than Baltimore. Maybe Neil can’t take anything they had saved from that house yet so Nathaniel’s memories rest with them until Neil can take it.
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