#mattneil

[allfor-thegames]

the monsters are the type of friends that would stand by and watch neil instigate and subsequently deal with the consequences of his own actions.

matt is the type of friend that would watch neil instigate while standing around uncomfortably, and then grab him by the back of his shirt before he gets his ass beat.

[vartoids]

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teaching your boy best friend how to throw a punch 💥🥊😳

[jsratio74]

Yzyy lesrning xupar cool artsyjel

HE ASK3R FOR NO OICKLES

Btw thei isnt a typing quirk I'm just a fst typer

Ahywy them,,,!!! Matthew ptek ans the white boy

[akumastrife]

might drown in these tides between us // AFTG (Selkie/Pirate AU)

Rating: Mature (canon typical violence, drinking and drug use, smut in later chapters, mentions of past abuse.) Fandom: AFTG/The Foxhole Court Pairings: MattNeil and Andreil (background: MattDan, Rennison, Allison/Seth, maybe I'll throw kevin in there idk the devil's been speaking to me.) pirates love sharing booty ok this ship's open relationships are vast Word Count: CHAPTER 1 (out of????) 3.7k {Read full chapter on AO3 and subscribe for future chapters!} Summary: Neil's spent too long running and hiding, too long lying and pretending, to ruin it all with a stupid bout of carelessness. He should run, but with one foot on land and the other in the sea and his skin pulling too tight wherever he goes, he's running out of options as his past gets closer to catching up to him. Or: The Selkie!Neil AU that got away from me. Written for the @aftg-paranormal event =3

“Crossbow!” Dan roars over the ringing canon fire.

“Not for long,” Allison throws back. She lunges over a sliding box and scoops up a rifle out of Renee’s hands. “Seth!” She shouldn’t’ve wasted the breath. He’s already sprinting across the deck and skidding between her and the railing.

She swings the barrel of the rifle onto his shoulder to steady and—between one breath and the next—they’re both deathly still on the rolling deck; Allison sighting her target high up in the other ship’s rigging.

Neil’s not sure his ears will ever stop ringing from the boom of cannons, the shouting, the clang of metal, the splintering of wood. But in that moment as he ducks behind the mast, he can somehow hear the exact moment Allison inhales slow and smooth, the catch as Seth doesn’t breathe at all, and fletching singing through air as an arrow skims scant centimeters from Allison’s cheek.

He watches the drop of blood fall to the deck, soaking in. 

She fires and the man tumbles down, scream stolen on the wind.

Seth cheers as Nicky whoops, hurling something at him. Neil doesn’t get a good look at what—Seth swings a cricket bat and sends it sailing across the space between their ships.

Another man falls.

It’s over fast after that, with a furiously waving white shirt and several of the crew swinging over onto the enemy deck.

Neil stays where he is, heart thumping fast but not from exertion. The boarding crew will handle what to take, who to spare. He’s content not to have a hand in it, distancing himself from the violence as much as he can. Instead focusing on keeping his head down and bringing Abby and Aaron bandages where needed, clumsily catching the hammer Andrew tosses at him to start temporary patching. He grimaces at the jarring of his thumb, but says nothing.

The work is becoming familiar, and there’s a certain surety in having a set role. Knowing what’s expected of him even if he hasn’t yet got a handle on all of it. He’s learning. Fast enough, if Kevin is only snapping at him that they’ll dump him on the nearest island, instead of actually doing it. They’ve passed two already this week, and Kevin has yet to make good on any threats.

He deftly coils up rope, and ties down a crate that’s come loose.

He climbs the rigging with a thick needle in his mouth to stitch up a rip in a sail. Almost-smiles at Nicky across the way, hanging down by his knees to catch a bulky spool of the waxed thread they use for repairs. Nicky smiles enough for both of them, laughing brightly at something Dan’s said, leveraging himself up to join him in his work.

Neil’s not forgiven him. Might not for a while yet. But he can accept the spool and cut off a length with the knife strapped to his chest before handing it back.

It’s all necessary, but tedious at the same time. A little less so with the chatter and cheers and ribbing floating around him. He’s happy enough letting it happen without him, sinking into the folds.

Familiarity is certain death. Familiarity breeds complacency—will make him docile as a calf to slaughter.

He clenches his hand against the trembling, forces a cough through the tight squeeze in his chest. Shakes his mother’s voice from his head.

Shakes Nicky’s eyes from him as he wipes his hand on his breeches, surprised at the smear of blood. He sticks his pricked finger into his mouth, ignoring the sting and the taste of grime, salt, and gunpowder ground into his skin.

That, too, is becoming familiar enough to not be worth his notice.

He’s not sure if it’s crashing waves or seabirds screaming in his ears.

{Read the rest of the first chapter on AO3 and subscribe for future chapters!}

[sugarbizzy]

Volume 1 looking kinda different….

[hmmm-shesucks]

Joe and Frankie from The Basement Yard Podcast give me such chaotic Matt and Neil energy.

[problemduetest4life]

I like Matt/Neil and Kevin/Allison because it breaks apart the most relationships as possible

[jsratio74]

NEIL X MATTHEW SPOTTED YAAYYYYYYYYY

uhh um aaa)

[exy-shmexy]

Ok ok ok Aaron giving Neil the shovel talk, but what about Matt giving Andrew the shovel talk??

[fortheloveofexy]

16!

16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

We don't talk enough about Matt teaching Neil to box... where are the MattNeil boxing fics!! Where are the fics where Neil is a rookie boxer new to the ring and he dates MMA fighter Andrew!!! There is so much untapped potential here and if I didn't have a million WIPs in my drafts already, I'd add it to the list myself.

[ninyard]

Just wanted to thank you for being you loudly, and thus encouraging me to chase down my rare pair insanity!! I've always been on the MattNeil frontlines and the engagement is low af haha and its hard to branch out into different ships because of it BUT its so fun and I love exploring different dynamics and i AM writing a Kev/Seth/Allison bit of nonsense bc.... Necromancer Barbie Keeps Reviving Her Dumb Ass Boyfriends Who Keep Killing Each Other In Loony Toon Ass Shenanigans. <3

HELL YEAH this is so kind thank you!!!!

i think everybody should be louder and more Free with their rarepairs. who CARES if someone is gonna look at your Wymack x Stuart fic with a question mark over their head. feel the fear and do it anyway

[dayurno]

what other ships do u like other than kandreil and kevjean? do u like any rarepairs?

i do!! for kevin i like honestly most ships i think the only ones i do not vibe with often is kevallison and (at times) kevaaron but everything else is absolutely free real estate. i like kevthea and kevrenee and keremy and kevmatt/kevmattdan really if you put kev in front of anything i will be intrigued and asking more. for non-kevin ships i love love love jeanee & i like mattneil, jeaneil, renison when it’s toxic and doesn’t work out, alliseth, danrenee, catlaila….. 🤔 & i like rarepairs obviously in many ways before they were canon kevjean WERE a rarepair which is crazy looking back. but anyway lately speaking of rarepairs i have been unironically considering kevin/nabil (of tsc fame) & i fuck heavily w kevin/lucas (also of tsc fame, horrible dead brother extraordinaire)

[jsratio74]

"PALETTE IS BETTER!!!!" "NO MATTNEIL IS BETTER!!!!"

Why not both

[akumastrife]

Cold, Winter Nights {AFTG, Boydsten // Fic Advent: Day 14}

It’s cold.

This is not new to Neil. It’s colder in Baltimore, but…

It’s been many years since he’s been up there (not long enough), and it’s alarming how quickly his body’s forgotten, and forgotten how to bear discomfort.

Instead of wallow in the squirming discomfort of it, he pushes himself out of his bunk, dragging the blanket with him and tight around his shoulders.

He shoves his feet into the bright orange slippers Nicky gave him as a joke that backfired because Neil loves them whole-heartedly and Nicky bitches every time he wears them.

The tower is quiet, halls deserted and even the quad outside the window empty as the temperatures continue to drop past freezing.

So really, it’s hardly his fault when he pads down the hall, into the suite that used to be his and still feels taboo despite it.

But the door creaks the same, and he knows where all the squeaky spots are. So when he pushes into the bedroom it’s as quiet as a whisper—as a ghost, and isn’t that funny when he’s basically one.

He smiles to himself, thinking about that instead of how his heart pounds in doubt. He’s been calmer in active gunfire.

It’s okay. He was told it was okay. Hinted it was wanted.

So he sniffs and rolls his lips together, looking only briefly at Matt’s handsome face smoothed out in easy sleep, and slips onto his bed beside him. Curls up immediately, not wanting to take up room, knees nearly to his chest, blanket tight around him.

And then caves within seconds, because Matt puts off heat like a large, hibernating animal. He shimmies and shifts, out of his blanket and into Matt’s. He spreads his own over top of them both.

And then freezes, holding his breath, as Matt sighs and shifts, nose scrunching as he hums in sluggish waking. Neil constantly marvels at how slow and easy some people can shake off sleep.  

“Hey babe,” Matt says, low and cracking with sleep. He stretches, the mattress creaking beneath them, and worms an arm over Neil, tugging him in.

Neil flushes, instinct telling him to squirm away. “Mm, not Dan. S’Neil,” he whispers. Still okay?

Matt immediately smiles, eyes still closed in the sliver of moonlight between the slats of the bunk bed, and squeezes him tighter, closer, burying his nose in Neil’s hair and… and breathing him in. Only mumbles a little disgruntled at the press of Neil’s cold toes.

“Cold, baby boy?” Matt asks.

“Mhm,” Neil manages, and lets himself be bundled. Matt’s warm and holds him in a way he’s never felt. Worth the humiliation of vulnerability. His heart beats as fast as a frightened bird, and yet he falls asleep faster than he has in years.  

He thinks he feels the press of lips against his forehead just as he drifts off.

[sugarbizzy]

“Sparks? We haven’t even kissed yet!”

New Mattneil (or Gameboy Horror) content OUGHHHH I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH

And yes they’re both girls for that one Mattneil shipper (and hopefully mutual) here, love me some yuri