#allison reynolds fic

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kleptomaniac (Allison Reynolds x reader)

Summary: you and Allison get to know each other better after becoming partners for a school project

Warnings: strangers to friends to (implied) lovers, fluff, Allison's tendencies to compulsively lie and steal whatever she can get her hands on comes up a lot here, there's also a lot of science talk related to the plot (really giving away how much of a nerd I am with this one)

A/N: I rewatched the breakfast club and immediately needed to write something for it because there's practically nothing to be found on tumblr and it makes me really sad :( also for those who don't know a kleptomaniac is someone who has a really bad problem with stealing whatever they can get their hands on 👍

It was the first project of the school year, the teacher making the dreaded announcement of "these partners will be permanent for the rest of the year" when it was first introduced. The class had groaned in unison before everyone scrambled off to find someone to work with, not wanting to be left with the short end of the stick.

You ended up choosing Allison as your partner, of all people. Well, maybe choosing was a bit of a strong word. Everyone else had already partnered up by the time you realized what was going on, which meant you were stuck with her.

It wasn't as bad as some people made it out to be. She was pretty cool and seemed nice enough, even if she had a bad habit of stealing.

You were currently both sitting on your bed at your house so you could work on the project together. You'd taken your eyes off of her for two seconds so you could grab a pencil, which she took advantage of by snatching your stapler and shoving it in the pocket of her skirt.

"Hey, put that back!"

She let out a mischievous giggle as she de-pocketed the stapler, dropping it back down onto the bed in front of you. "Sorry," she apologized in a quiet and raspy voice, the impish grin on her face telling you that she didn't feel sorry at all.

Picking up the stapler, you set it somewhere off to the side where she couldn't easily grab it again. "The project has to be on some kind of scientific discovery, like space or the ocean or something-"

She cut you off before you could continue. "My grandparents lived in a boat for over a year. And one of my uncles was an astronaut."

You raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. "Really?" The incredulous tone of your voice gave away just how obvious it was that you didn't believe her.

"Yeah, and one of my cousins is a deep sea explorer," she continued, ignoring the look you were giving her. The both of you knew she was lying, but neither one of you was willing to say it.

"Hm." You let out a sort of humming noise in response before turning your attention back to your notes for science. "Everyone's going to choose something big to do their project on, like space or the ocean, so I think we should think outside the box and pick something... smaller. Both literally and figuratively."

Allison quietly observed as you flipped through your science books, skimming over the different topics readily available. "Why don't we do something on the discovery of the atom?"

"I used to have a neighbor named Adam." She picked up one of your erasers as she spoke, feeling the rubbery material in her hand.

"No, not Adam, like the person. Atom, like what the universe is made of." You reached out and took the eraser back from her so she wouldn't steal it: she left out an indignant squeak but didn't fight over it. "Everything is made up of millions of tiny atoms that are impossible to see without some sort of high-powered miscroscope."

"Nerd," she muttered softly under her breath after you were done with your explanation. The corners of her lips curled upwards into a Chesire cat-like smile when you narrowed your eyes at her in annoyance.

"Anyway, I don't think a lot of people are going to choose to do the project on something like that, so we should, that way we won't have to worry about the teacher comparing projects and grading ours as a result of that." You reached for your pencil again, only to find that it wasn't there.

Sighing, you held out your hand as you waited for Allison to give it back. The lead harshly poked you in the finger as she did. "Ow!" You exclaimed in surprise as you rubbed the area where you'd been stabbed by the pencil. "You did that on purpose!"

"Did not." She crossed her arms and tried to appear serious, immediately failing as she laughed at the frown you were giving her.

"God, you're such a kleptomaniac," you muttered under your breath as you picked up the pencil and started writing down information about atoms on a fresh piece of notebook paper.

"You know, you're really cool," she commented while watching you with her big brown eyes. "We should hang out more."

It was hard to keep a soft smile from forming on your face. "Do you promise to stop stealing my stuff?"

Your question was answered instantly when you looked back up to see her trying to shove one of your science textbooks into her bag. "Nope."

"Allison!"

She erupted into a fit of laughter as you took it back from her, visibly pleased with being able to get on your nerves so easily.

"I'm glad you're my friend." Her voice was so low when she spoke you almost didn't catch what she'd said.

As upset as you wanted to be for her stealing your things, you knew she was just doing it to mess with you, and that she probably didn't have anyone else to joke around with like that. It made you feel special.

"Yeah, me too."

End notes: requests for the breakfast club are definitely open, btw! It's such a shame that I have almost nothing written with them

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[bloody-cupcakes]

Yandere/dark! Allison Reynolds x reader; she grows obsessed with you after becoming your friend

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, soft yandere (she's surprisingly innocent given everything), swearing, stalking, stealing/casual theft, brief crude language, switchblade mention, the reader is either oblivious to her strange behaviors or just doesn't care

Allison was used to being alone. Her parents neglected her and the only person she was even remotely companions with was Brian, so she filled a lot of her free time daydreaming and picking up random hobbies.

Until you came along, that is. You were new, having just moved with your family, so you hadn't been sucked into any one specific group based solely on your perceived popularity yet.

You caught her eye the moment you showed up, but she didn't have high hopes when it came to becoming friends with you. I mean, you were just so cool, surely you'd end up hanging out with the snobby rich kids or egotiscal jocks. Imagine her surprise when you sat down next to her at lunch on your very first day.

"Is this seat taken?"

Usually she'd tell whoever it was to fuck off, but you seemed nice. Like, actually nice, not the kind of nice where another person your age is only hanging out with you to be polite or because their parents asked them to.

She shook her head no, watching through her shaggy bangs as you took a seat across from her.

"I like your hair."

Anyone else and she would've scoffed with annoyance, knowing they were just being sarcastic, but the genuine look of friendliness in your eyes told her you were telling the truth.

"Thanks. I cut it myself." Her voice was soft and quiet like usual, but you didn't seem put off by it.

"Well, I like it. I think it's really cute."

A blush formed on her face, her usual pale cheeks a rosy red. No one had ever complimented her before. "Um, thank you."

The smile you gave her almost made her melt. "You're welcome."

It was crazy of her to become so attached so quickly, but she just couldn't help it. You were so nice to her, always sitting with her at lunch and giving out random compliments. Even after you made your own group of friends, you'd always invite her to tag along or even just cancel your plans altogether just so you could spend more time with her.

Everything she did started to revolve around you. Every decision she made, ever thought she had. What she wore to school, what book she shoved in her bag before leaving the house in the morning, what sketches she did. You seemed to really like her landscapes, so she drew more of those. You complimented her eyes, so she began to wear her hair back.

One time she overheard one of your "friends" mocking you for hanging out with her, to which you simply replied "she's cool, and obviously a much better person than you are since you think it's okay to talk about someone behind their back". She nearly creamed her pants on the spot.

The lonely days got even lonelier when she wasn't with you, so she decided to pick up on a new hobby: stalking. It wasn't that hard to figure out where you'd be on any given day, as she'd stolen your pocket calender and copied down the contents way back when you first met.

Sometimes your plans would change last minute, but that did nothing to dissuade her, not in the slightest. She always kept several pens in her bag so she could write down any new or changed information for where you'd be. Not in a creepy way, of course. More like in a protective way.

I mean, sure, Allison was pretty scrawny, so there's no way she'd be able to actually beat anyone up, but she felt it was still important to follow you in case you did find yourself in trouble and somehow needed a helping hand. And if push were to come to shove, she still had the switchblade she'd stolen from Bender in detention that one day.

She liked to think of herself as your guardian angel, even if that didn't make any sense. If you ever did need help with something, she'd be there to take care of it, no problem. In reality, you were more like her protector than the other way around, always sticking up for her when your friends decided to be assholes and never once blowing her off whenever she bumped into you in the school hallways.

You kind of knew how obsessed with you she was but it never seemed to bother you. In fact, you kind of encouraged it, shrugging off and dismissiving her stealing your things and following you around by insisting she was just like that. She had separation anxiety, she couldn't help it.

Every time you went out of your way to defend her she felt her heart swell in size, something that she never ever felt with anything else. You really were her best friend, and she'd do anything to keep it that way, even if it meant crossing the occasional moral line.

[purpleshadow-star]

And with this, I've joined the bandwagon.

[saintbennetts]

I love angst and I love pain but I cannot read "Neil died in Baltimore" fics. they genuinely make me sick to my stomach because he just didn't deserve it. he did not deserve to die terrified and alone and nameless. He deserved a life. a family. a future.

And Andrew? God. It would have destroyed him. He would have blamed himself for releasing Neil from their deal. He did not deserve to lose the one person who could pull him back from the edge. After everything he went through? fuck that.

It's too much. AFTG might be a mess but at least we got a happy ending. I cannot stomach the alternative.

[ninyard]

hello I would like the kevallison smut ?? Please

The promised kevallison headcanons (aka how the two of them figure out what the other person is into + how they might go about doing it)

When they start hooking up it’s all pretty standard stuff. Allison gets him off after a game. Kevin eats her out if there’s ten minutes free in between classes and an empty dorm room. They’re a booty call before, during or after a night out, or a no-strings-attached way to get some frustration off their chest. Their friends-with-benefits situation is more often than not just a quick fuck when they’re bored. But it's kind of just… that? It's just fucking. It's a handful of different positions, in a handful of different places, but nothing more than fucking, finishing, and leaving. They don’t feel a need to bring it any further though, in some ways hesitant that the other will catch feelings if it gets too intimate. But from the get-go their agreement is clear - if either starts to get attached, or jealous, or even thinks that it might be worth pursuing, they stop. It doesn’t happen, of course, but in the beginning they really try to err on the side of caution until they know that for certain.

There’s one of two ways that their casual hook ups becomes more... interesting every now and again: one) accidentally. two) intentionally.

If it is accidental, I think they stumble upon the other’s kinks by the Grace of God. It's a quick fuck that turns into something more because one of them picks up on how the other's demeanor changes and they realise oh. oh. That did something for them. The moment when it happens is so intoxicating and sexually charged; So intense at the realisation of how turned on the other person is, that they’re just waiting for someone in the dorm room over, or outside the bathroom at a party, or in the almost-empty parking lot to ask did anyone hear Allison and Kevin fucking last night? For either of them, single and used to quick fucks with strangers that don't mean anything nor have the longevity for experimenting with, getting to dip into their fantasies is unparalleled pleasure.

If it’s accidental, it’s a pleasant surprise for them both, and Kevin and Allison have that in common - they are both incredibly, heavily turned on by their fuck-buddies feeling satisfied. It happens, where sometimes Kevin just wants to be blown without returning the gesture, or where Allison wants to come without having to put in the effort it takes to give back. More often than not, though, whether it be with each other or with other people, they're most satisfied when the other person is satisfied, too. So when the topic of kinks and turn ons is broached, or accidentally revealed, it doesn't matter that it's Kevin, or that it's Allison. When they've been fucking for long enough that they find themselves discovering these things, they're comfortable enough with each other to not feel embarrassed about what happens when they have sex. If it makes her wet, and it keeps him hard, then it doesn't matter. They don't talk about their sex lives outside of when or where it happens - a kink or two isn't going to change that.

For Kevin, sweet submissive baby boy who just lives to be praised - oh, when Allison finds out, it opens this door for changing their dynamics that she hadn't even realised existed. Kevin gets so turned on that he practically melts, and Allison eats it up like it's the hottest thing she's ever laid eyes on.

They've found themselves standing up against a wall in a bathroom at a party somewhere, too many suggestive looks across the room leading to a desperately desired handjob or two, and Kevin is fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He struggles with it for a second, before pulling the black leather out from it's square frame and Allison offhandedly says good job with a laugh as she trails kisses up his neck and her fingers down his stomach. She feels his reaction to her words before she notices how his eyes glaze over with the thoughts in his head; how he stills at her words, how he's yearning through his sigh when she follows with a knowing whisper of oh, you want me to tell you how good you're being?

Him in her hand, the long acrylic nails of her free hand dragging lines down his neck, Allison feels how needy he is and softly purrs in his ear to tell her how much he wants it. It's not lost on him how she plays with him like putty between her tender fingers, but still he looks into her eyes with his eyebrows knitted into each other, too close to argue; The please that escapes his lips trapped in between a gasp and a moan is rebutted with her sultry say it again. I want to hear that pretty voice beg. It takes the stalling of the rhythm in her working hand before he finds the ability to whimper out his desperate please, please, please. She's using her free hand to hold his face still, their eyes locked together, while he can barely keep himself in one piece. Her thumb is soft over his lips, brushing over little gasps and short breaths, holding him while she whispers a question and he falls apart in her hands.

If Kevin loves to be topped by strong women, Allison loves to hear a man moan. And she’s never heard him like this before, his lips drawn apart just inches from hers, one hand steadying himself against the wall and the other tugging and pawing at the skin of the small of her back. She doesn't let him look away as she guides him to climax with her soft words of gentle praise. How pretty he looks when he's trying his hardest to be quiet, how well he's doing at keeping himself composed.

Allsion doesn't care that she's accidentally unlocked this submissive side of Kevin; firstly, he's hot as hell when he's this desperate, and it's not as if she's going to be leaving that bathroom and calling him a good boy on the court, because that's not how this works. She's fucked him angry and she's fucked him needy - the passion of fulfilled fantasy only working on a different level to anything else.

(When he's caught his breath and started to clean himself up, she washes her hands and admires her work; his rosy cheeks burning up as she watches him in the mirror. She pushes herself up onto the vanity, and when he can finally bare to look at her again, she says I'm proud of you with a playful smile. Kevin covers his face to laugh in semi-embarrassment, his head shaking as he finds himself in between her legs. They don't talk about it too much before he returns the favour.)

Then there's, Allison, sweet Allison, who's interests work in harmony like a perfect composed song. We knows she loves to hear the men she sleeps with, but there's two things that really get her going that more often than not go hand in hand - rough sex, and loud sex. Living in dorms, it's hard to indulge, especially the second, but usually she'll just pull him close, with his lips to her ear or hers to his. Allison gets off on hearing the person she's fucking, and Kevin is not an exception to that.

They've somehow had a stroke of luck - an empty house in Columbia and some time to kill. Kevin is on the edge of the bed, and Allison is facing Kevin while sitting on his lap, her knees resting on either side of him, in a skirt that is already so short that it's barely even there. They're making out, and Kevin isn't really thinking, but he slaps her ass - something he'd done once or twice before, but never that hard, never that loud. Allison sits back, hands on his shoulders with her mouth open wide. She doesn't get the chance to finish her questioning what are you doing? Before his mischievous smile curls around, what, this? as he laughs and does it again. When she stands up off of him in a half-protest, shaking her finger at how close he was getting to really getting her going, he follows her up. He stands in front of her with feigned apologies for his boldness. She leans into his kiss, with arms wrapped tight around her waist, but instead of pouting his lips, he picks her up and throws her back onto the bed while she scream-laughs.

Body over body, on top of her then, a hand finds it's way in between strands of shiny blonde. A hand that she takes into hers, guiding his fist to grasp a handful of her hair. When he doesn't hold it hard enough she tugs it gently, keeping his fist closed with her hand around it. Looking down at her, he purses his lips with an oh that pauses his other hand while it pushes up her skirt to touch her over her panties. Reading him while waiting for the laugh that never comes is agonisingly long, as she braces herself for the mortifying conversation that he was not going to be entertaining it. Instead he waits for her hand to trail away before pulling her head, hard, back into the bed. And when she shuts her eyes and parts her lips in pleasure, he is quick to bring his hand up to her chin, tilting her head back. The two smallest of his fingers fingers tuck themselves neatly behind her ear, the other two tight between her jawline and her cheekbone. The ball of his thumb is resting on her chin. She doesn't stop him when his thumb trails down from her cupid's bow and into her mouth. She doesn't stop him when he takes it out hold it around her throat, either. Kevin is careful to scatter wet bruises down her chest where they won't be seen. When he's standing back to take off his pants and she’s lifting her top over her head, he asks, you want it hard? and she responds do you even fucking have to ask?

Her skirt is up over her hips and her thong down her thighs. He’s on his knees with her legs over his thighs, maybe he’s pinning her hands down above her head with one big hand over her little wrists. Headboard banging, unrestrained volume, handprints on ass cheeks and scratches across spines. Allison gets sex-drunk when he manhandles her. It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s so hot that it’s on fire. It’s eye-rolling, being in a daze afterwards type of fucking. It’s mascara running down cheeks, how the fuck am I supposed to look anyone in the eye after having that done to me type of fucking. It’s needing to have a shower immediately afterwards type of sweaty, messy fucking.

(It’s probably one of the only times they almost/kind of get caught. Not because of the noise, or the sex itself but because of the aftermath. Andrew and Neil clock INSTANTLY the missing and changed details when they regroup - how Kevin’s hair is freshly washed, how Allison has taken her heavy makeup off leaving only a fresh coat of mascara and some lipgloss remaining. How they can barely look at each other in case it reminds them of what has just happened. Their puffy lips, their general daze. Yeah, they fly a little too close to the sun that time - not enough time afterwards to recuperate from an absolutely dirty, filthy, fucking.)

If it's an intentional thing, a discussion about what they're into, and they know before getting into it/it's a conscious choice/it's intentional/some sort of discussion/WHATEVER? There's a few ways I could potentially see it possibly coming up.

A game of Never Have I Ever or some other drinking game with the group and the discussions of kinks come up; Kevin drinks when somebody mentions a praise kink, or being dominated. Allison drinks when somebody mentions liking it rough. Their looks to each other are quick but knowing, Kevin's raised eyebrows when Allison drinks to say she doesn't mind being degraded, the flick of her eyes when he drinks to say he doesn't mind begging for it.

They don't hang around after hooking up, usually. Clean up, get dressed, and leave. That's the routine. But they're talking afterwards for a little while, and the subject of fantasies comes up, and while shes fixing her makeup and tying up her hair she asks him what's the one thing he'd go crazy for. he considers it for a little bit but then gets embarrassed because it's a way harder thing to talk about when you're not actively turned on or drunk. They offer each other tiny pieces as they joke about it, starting tame before they eventually just say it out straight. (she calls him princess when she's leaving and he calls her a slut before she shuts the door.)

They ask each other outright. Kinda similar to accidentally figuring it out but they ask each other for it instead of the other person just doing something and stumbling upon it. Maybe Kevin asks her to tell him how good he feels and she asks why, are you into that? and they like. talk through it . Do you like it when I ask you this? Can I call you this? Do you like it when I tell you you're doing such a good job? Talking through sex can be so hot and even hearing the questions out loud sets the imagination off on a fucking marathon. Maybe Allison asks can you choke me? and he asks her how she likes it before agreeing. Do you like it when I hold you like this? Do you want me to spit in your mouth? Do you want to shut the fuck up and listen to what you do to me? It's a much more thorough discussion than them simply going oh, i think the other person has [blank] kink, so i'm just gonna go ahead and do that. It's a request, instead. Both of them knowing what they want and knowing how to ask for it? Yeaaaahhhh

[emry-stars-art]

Lady Allison Reynolds meets her head of safety and staff

[padfootsaphrodite]

The most unrealistic thing in aftg is the amount of cigarettes Andrew smokes but is still capable of running, fighting, etc and not stopping to catch his breath once. Unbelievable.

[palmettoshitposts]

it’s probably full of mistakes and fucks with even our own fanon but you lot seemed to enjoy the last one so have fun with this 🧡

[fortheloveofexy]

And what if I told you this silly little rarepair is the most fun I've had writing in over a month?

[codename-adler]

AftG AUs I NEED : An Open Invitation to All Writers

sharing ideas i’ve toyed with for so long but i’m beginning to accept i prolly won’t ever write, thus i’m taking a chance some of these will bewitch someone out there body and soul, and i’ll be able to scratch the itch a little… the more the merrier after all !

The Last of Us : either a romantic version of Joel & Ellie’s dynamic (obv. with the ages adjusted) /OR/ episode 3 AU 🥲 [any ship] {EDIT: i KNOW it’s been done already once, twice, but i *need* more! not just with Andreil! let’s be explorers of possibilities, cmon!!}

Detroit: Become Human : this one i’m really only thinking of Andreil, with either as android and the other as human… i don’t necessarily see them conforming to a specific plot line from the game, i think the android/human dynamic is interesting enough and fits them perfectly, but go off i guess !

Brokeback Mountain : i don’t really need to explain this one do i? happy ending vs. canon character death, that is the true question… [any ship]

Titanic : it’s got so many options and tropes, it’s like a buffet for fic writers ! could be used as setting only, or follow Jack & Rose’s tragic (or not!) love story. [any ship]

The Haunting of Bly Manor : Jamie & Dani haunt me still. great opportunity for Renison, Lailalvarez or Kathea, or perhaps a gender swap on mlm ship? or not, leave them boys as is. haunt me, it’s all i ask. [any ship]

BBC Johnlock : don’t shoot the messenger alright? sorry for the ptsd flashbacks btw. i just think their dynamic and crime/detective AU are great opportunities. i’m personally partial to Jeanaaron for this one, as they were my og idea bc the similarities are??? amazing??? Sherlock!Jean & Watson!Aaron, and the Reichenbach Fall??? so neat. but really, [any ship]

The Maze Runner : Thominewt // Kandreil !?!?!? it’s right there! [any ship] tho.

SKAM : ofc Robbe & Sander from WtFock are physically the perfect Andreil which leads to a great adaptation opportunity here, but Élu from SkamFr are also a great blueprint for a Kevaaron story. honestly any S3 Skam + [any ship]

Dune : listen, i don’t have all the answers. idk how that would even work. but surely you can figure smth out ! [any ship]

Inception : i love the movie. i love hans zimmer. i love Arthur x Eames. NORA SAKAVIC LOVES ARTHUR x EAMES. they’ve got such Andreil vibes, but so do Jerejean, even Renison. and the Foxes as dream crew??? so perf it’s insane. give me and Miss Sakavic what we really want. [any ship]

The Fault in Our Stars : 🥲 [any ship]

CA: The Winter Soldier / Civil War : so it’s kind of like an amnesia AU, but more angsty bc Stucky dynamic. Andreil’s the perfect fit, but who knows who else… [any ship]

Jujutsu Kaisen : 🥲🥲 [any ship.s]

Attack on Titan : 🥲🥲🥲 endless, endless paths… to pain ! [any ship.s]

How I Live Now : is that too niche? or too boring? 🤷‍♀️ (also let’s leave out the cousin thingy…) [any ship]

Red, White & Royal Blue : duh. (but not so duh, apparently, since i’ve yet to read it !!!) [any ship]

The Old Guard : oh the possibilities… Yusuf & Niccolo my loves… nobody be doing it like them, nobody. absolutely one of the most movie ever… top 10 of mine for sure. ugh, gosh ! foxes as Immortals?? the action, the mystery, the soulmates?? please i’m begging. [any ship]

that's what i'm letting go of for now... if anything inspires you, please tag me in your works so i can indulge in and appreciate what you've come up with!!

Love, Adler xx

[dan-i-am21]

Okay I’m gonna write a Karaoke fic of the foxes. Neil is going to sing Renegade and debating if Andrew should sing Tequila. But I need help figuring out what other songs the other foxes are going to sing. Also Katelyn will be in this maybe Erik too. Wymack Abby, and Bee are debatable.

Jean and the floozies could be another fic. I will love comments for them too

[simonsrosebud]

masterlist of all my works

kalton (kevin day / oc dalton miller)

(includes original story, all asks, one shots, kalton au’s, headcannons, etc)

freshmen foxes lineup (original characters)

next gen foxes (original post)

next gen foxes social media au

amalia & her relationships with her parents

random headcannons

random headcannons pt. 2

blake/elliot backstory

elliot/abram

roommates wip (next gen foxes, elliot/abram)

brussels wip (andriel)

wards wip (andriel)

mer keremy wip

nathaniel’s extended family hc

AO3

Take This Lonely Heart (AFTG, Andriel)

[blueseysyogurt]

I’m about to finish re-reading aftg and need good fic recs, does anyone have any? It can be anything I’m so desperate and don’t want to go on a hunt myself

[millportisntreal]

As a certified huge nerd, I think about what it would look like for the foxes to play dungeons and dragons together. I think Nicky would be the DM bc he has a big imagination and way with words. Kevin would be really into min maxing his character (definitely a wizard) and meta gaming. Andrew wouldn’t play but would backseat DM or help Neil with his rogue. Allison would definitely be a college of glamour bard. Renee would be a paladin (religion AND bad ass fighting duh). Aaron would maybe be a cleric or another healer class. Matt would be a human fighter. Dan could be a barbarian or a monk I think, but I have a harder read on her.

Anyway, I just think that’s neat!

[mildew-dread-mold]

there were probably fanfics on tumblr and ao3 or whatever in the aftg universe for the foxes and other exy figures. with weird ships between them, all that jazz.

i like to think they just got together on occassion to read shit. everyone sitting in a circle, nicky has ao3 open and is reading off the tags, "the title is from a harry styles song, the ship is dan and aaron, the tags are- oh shit- omegaverse, anal fisting, cock tattoo? and it's 12k words long."

[hatfordheadquarters]

GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS FIC

I think it was a one shot or part of a collection but basically the foxes needed evening wear and Neil was like “hold up I know someone” and called a tailor for his family, and they all went to a fitting

Idk how else to explain it but it was like Neil invoking his family money for the sake of fashion and it was a joy to read tbh

It was 100% on ao3, that’s all I remember :’)

UPDATE: FOUND IT!!

Walk a Little Lighter by jjmash