#nickie writes

[kevindavidday]

as shifty as they were when they were younger, at the actual age that andreil are at do you think they've got the potential to be friendly strangers? like not overly friendly but the kind of people who understand what being human is

think about it, the experience of living a sheltered life and neil is standing behind someone in the grocery line, watching them unable to scour up money for ramen and water so he pays for it to help things along

andrew watching a little kid peer into his mega expensive car of the year and the kid gets scared of him and moves aside but andrew opens the door moves back, tells the kid he can have a look its fine

do you think they would interfere by force if they ever saw something bad happening in front of them? neil on his runs stopping to help someone cross the road, feeding stray cats in alleyways, yk the people who know what struggle is and don't want it for anyone else?

idk if they're the type to shrug off injustice so easily, i feel like whatever they learnt as children is buried deep inside the caution and fear of strangers and all but maybe what wymack taught them would rise to the surface too cuz if wymack hadn't chosen to help them they wouldn't be alive either

[ninyard]

Neil finding out about rpf and proceeding to show everybody the fics he’s in. Neil being fascinated and weirded out that somebody is writing about him and the team have to act shocked as if they haven’t been reading fan fiction about themselves since they got signed

[pretzlforpresident]

Sonadowtober day 7: Paranormal

Organized by @sonadowtober :>

+ Bonus doodle that I was going to finish but didn’t have enough energy

[millportisntreal]

Socmed AU: Cats edition!! Still cannot believe that Sir and King are ec cannon but godbless because I could live off of domestic!andreil please and thank you. Also fun fact that photo is my friend’s cat Westley and I crocheted that little hat for him when I was cat sitting!!

Oops forgot to tag the socmed homies on my first posting!! @sapphoherselz @codename-adler @kevinsdsy

Check out more of my socmed au here <3

[spilledcoffeeonthefloor]

Andrew getting hurt midgame in an important match and needs to go to hospital

Neil wordlessly and immediately starts taking off his own gear to go with him

Kevin stops him

"what are you doing Neil why are you taking those off? you can't go with him, i care about him too but he'll be fine there. Abby and coach got him."

Neil doesn't answer, in fact, he acts like kevin doesn't even exist. he finishes taking off his gear and goes to grab his duffel

Kevin snatches Neil's duffel before he can grab it

"Neil, don't be stupid, what about exy?"

at this moment, Neil looks at kevin, gives a maniac laugh, and there, kevin sees pure urge to kill

Neil gives him his most murderous look, already angry at who ever jump at Andrew on the court

"Oh poor Kevin, FUCK EXY, FUCK YOU, AND FUCK WHOEVER OPENS THEIR FUCKING MOUTH NEXT. anything happens to Andrew and then you, this whole fucking court with every single fucking person in it is going to fucking burn down to fucking hell"

(Afterwards, Alison wins a bet as someone who insisted Neil cares about Andrew more than exy)

when Andrew was conscious enough Nicky told him what happened 5 times over and over("have u ever heard Neil say fuck exy?? it was awsome. i wish i had it recorder, u could set it as ur ringtone")

[lost-in-fandoms]

Got caught up in my feelings last night and kept thinking about this until I was able to write it down.

Max's fingers moved deftly on Nicky's hair, braiding the long strands while reading out loud. It was a new book, something about a witch and a fairy being best friends and going on adventures, both of them endearingly invested in it.

Daniel took his place to the side of the door, leaning against the wall, eyes trained on the pair, as they both looked up to smile at him before going back to their story.

Max didn't do voices when reading books, he never had. At first Daniel had complained, sure that their daughter would only pay attention if he kept the reading as silly as possible, but then Max had started the new bedtime routine of braids and books. There was something in the way his voice changed over the dialogue, in the weird cadence of his, in his gentle rasp, that kept Nicky completely entranced in a way Daniel had never been able to replicate.

That and the hair styling. For some reason, whenever Daniel was the one to deal with elastics and bows and hairbrushes, things always turned out either wonky or tear stained or both. He had felt bad about it, felt like he was failing her, until Max had pointed out that he always struggled with getting her to finish all her food, and that if it had been up to him they'd be eating soup and various charred vegetables every night, and Daniel had felt better.

Max always knew how to make Daniel feel better.

"Page," Max said, pausing his reading to allow Nicky to turn the page, tying the braid off with a yellow elastic and tugging her closer against his chest, moving the hairbrush out of the way. They were almost at the end of the chapter, and Daniel smiled, knowing what was coming.

As expected, even before Max was all the way through the last page, Nicky started squirming, twisting to glance up at him, big eyes already pleading, but Max steadily finished reading and reached for the bookmark she was holding anyway.

"No, papa, please! One more?"

It was always the same. Max would finish doing her hair, finish their chapter and then she would beg for more. Honestly, Daniel couldn't blame her, not when he too would have liked to be sitting against Max's chest, listening to his voice.

"We had two already, because the other one was short," Max replied, kind but firm. He closed the book, pushing it to the side, then turned Nicky around so they could sit face to face, her little crossed legs bracketed by his spread ones.

Nicky was still pouting, but she had learned soon enough that there was no bargaining with papa. Not that Max didn't treat her like a princess and spoil her rotten, but he had rules, and rules were followed. Most of the time.

"So, what do you say?" Max asked, offering the book back to Nicky for her to hold, because just like Daniel she struggled to keep her thoughts straight if her hands were free.

Max had told Daniel once that this part was important for Nicky's development. That getting to talk through her ideas, offering opinions, making hypothesis for what was to come was good for the brain.

Daniel didn't doubt it, but he suspected that Max just liked to talk to her. Both their eyes were bright as they discussed what they had just read, Nicky bouncing slightly on the bed, unable to sit still, Max's hands moving in the air. Daniel loved them both so much.

When they were done, Max put the book down on Nicky's bedside table, turning on her ladybug nightlight and the lamp next to it, just as Daniel turned off the big light, leaving the bedroom bathed in warm shadows.

"What are you going to dream about tonight?" Max asked, tucking Nicky in and placing a kiss on her head.

"I will be a mermaid and I will find a big treasure!"

She was already clutching Bissit, her stuffed bunny, his name an unfortunate attempt of a toddler to pronounce Biscuit, and one of his ears ended up in her mouth as soon as she was done talking.

Max gently pulled it out, kissing her cheek as a distraction.

"Will I get some?"

"You will get one coin!" Nicky replied, giggling at her own mischief. Daniel could feel his own smile grow wider at the mere sound of it and Max's fake-offended face could not hide his fondness either.

"Just one?! What about daddy?" he asked, pointing at Daniel as if he was the culprit for the bad treasure sharing.

"Daddy will get..." Nicky paused, brows furrowed as she tried to think of a big enough number, "seventy-five!"

Daniel whooped as Max gasped in fake outrage, poking Nicky's tummy through the covers in retaliation, her delighted laughter filling the room.

Max sighed in mock resignation as Nicky quietened again, hand cupping her head gently.

"Will I at least get a good night?" he asked, his voice softer now.

"Good night," Nicky readily said, poking one hand out of the covers to grab his free one and bring it up to her lips, smacking a big wet kiss on it.

"Good night, liefje." Max gave her one last kiss before getting up, leaving an empty spot on her side, and Daniel knew that was his cue. Reading time was Max's special time with Nicky, but Daniel always got the last good night.

He kissed Nicky's forehead, one cheek, then the other, then the tip of her nose, listening to her giggles.

"I love you so much, baby," he told her, because he could never stop himself from telling her a million times a day. He was dreading the day she was going to become a prickly teenager and fight him over it. He hoped she never did.

"I love you too, daddy" she said back, because she was four and she still said it back every time.

He stayed with her a little longer, petting her hair, one of the very rare times during the day they could both be still and quiet, but when her eyes had stopped drooping and stayed fully closed, he turned the lamp off and went to look for Max.

He found him in the living room, slowly folding the laundry Daniel had abandoned earlier.

"I would have gone back to it," Daniel said just to say it. They both knew he was never able to get through all the laundry without getting distracted.

"No, you would not," Max replied placidly, not even looking up at him, poking through the pile to find the sock matching the one he was holding.

"No, I wouldn't have," Daniel acquiesced, sitting down on the couch behind him, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Max's shoulders.

Max paused his search to tilt his head back, eyes squinting into a smile as he accepted Daniel's kiss.

"I love you," Daniel told him, because his inability to hold it back wasn't limited to their daughter.

"I love you too," Max replied, because he was thirty-four and still said it back every time.

[perfectquote]

You can't change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react to it.

Nicky Gumbel

[nashvillethotchicken]

If I had a nickel for every time a member of young money started wylin out for no goddamn reason this year I'd have 3 nickels, which isn't a lot but goddamn control your people

[gothsoyl]

One for you, the other one for her

Rio Vidal, Nickolas Scratch

Word count: 644

Summary: While Agatha is away, Rio has a chance to spend time with Nicki

Note: I wanted to write something quick and simple

Rio knows she shouldn't come. She knows that Agatha will be furious if she finds out about this, but she can't help himself. She can't bear the thought to stay away and watch her Nicky grow up from afar. It must be strange to have such feelings... she is death and soon she'll have to take the boy with her, breaking not only Agatha's heart, but also her own. She feels that his end is near – that's why she wants to see him alive.

“Did you miss me?”

Rio's voice is soft as she appears behind Nicki. As always, he is waiting for her mom, who decided to take the life of a few more witches – Rio often had an involuntary smile on her lips when she watched this scene.

The boy immediately raises his head, noticing Rio – she hesitates a little, studying his face before taking a couple of steps towards him and sitting down next to him. 

“Yes,” he nods and looks down again, running his fingers through the prickly grass beneath him, ”that’s sad you can't be here always.”

Rio barely noticeably frowns but remains silent, also lowering his gaze. She would like to see Nicki more often, see Agatha more often... but she knows she can't. 

“Why mom doesn’t want to talk about you?”

Rio seems to come out of a trance when she hears the boy's voice. She takes a slow breath and shrugs her shoulders.

“What makes you think like that?” Her voice is quiet and even, but she still doesn't look at Nicki. Her gaze is directed somewhere to the side – to where Agatha disappeared behind the tree posts a couple of minutes ago. Rio feels that death is near, feels the cold smell that the wind carries.

“When I say something about you, she changes the subject... and looks kind of angry,” Rio doesn't like hearing the sad tone in Nicki's voice, but there's nothing she can do about it. She understands that visiting the boy only makes it worse, but she can’t do otherwise.

“Once I couldn't give her what she wanted the most...” Rio's voice is quiet and thoughtful, memories from the lake immediately pop up in her head, with what bitterness Agatha begged her, swore that she would hate her and Rio knows that she’ll keep her promise. “I wanted to, but I couldn't.”

Nicki opens his mouth a little, as if he wants to ask something, but changes his mind. He just nods and also looks towards the forest. Rio guesses what he was interested in, but only feel relieved that she doesn't need to lie or talk nonsense just to make the boy happy.

They sit for a couple more minutes, talking quietly about something, and the warmth of pleasure passes through Rio's body when she manages to make Niski laugh at a not very funny joke, and in his eyes she notices reflections of Agatha. She used to laugh at Rio's jokes, too.

But a chill runs through her skin and she feels a surge of magic – Agatha dried up the witches... so quickly. She's getting faster and faster each time.

“Do you have to leave?” Rio swallows an unpleasant lump in her throat and raises her eyebrows slightly in surprise when she hears Nicki's voice. Did he notice how Rio tensed up, or did he also feel a surge of magic?

“I have to work,” she says softly, and before getting up, she snaps her fingers and hands the boy a flower, its pink petals blooming right in her hand, ”I'll see you soon, Nicki.”

The boy carefully takes the flower from her hands, as if afraid that one awkward movement and it will break. Rio leans closer to him, gently kissing the top of his head.

One kiss for her son.

The other one is for her beloved.

[hmmm-shesucks]

I saw a post about Nicky trauma dumping randomly onto unsuspecting victims, the example used being a random cashier, and it just makes me think he probably does this with the foxes as well, but Nicky is surrounded by people with problems so much ‘bigger’ than his so he doesn’t see his past as being anything other than slightly inconvenient, so, much like Neil he just drops the crazies bit if lore about himself like it’s not a big deal and then gets upset when the people around him are like “you okay, buddy?”

[moonlightperseus]

we died together, intertwined, literally bleeding into each other, we came back together, in the same drawn breath. we were connected before but now we are as one entity separated by different bodies, our pain, anger, fear and joy shared between us. you cannot separate us, not even with death, we will always come back to each other. we will never leave each other. our very souls intertwined.

[emry-stars-art]

Wow it’s been a whole week… the next chapter of the modern au is up 💕 impatient Andrew, Neil has news, more Wymack. What more do you need

Read here :)

[thehopefulquotes]

You can't change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react to it.

Nicky Gumbel

[thoughtkick]

You can't change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react to it.

Nicky Gumbel

[hmmm-shesucks]

Once the Foxes have done some healing and whatnot, they begin to joke about past traumas, as traumatized individuals tend to do. These kinds of jokes are more personal and for themselves, really, but because they are all so fucked up and they share a year's worth of mafia bullshit, their jokes sometimes run into each other and become group jokes. One of these jokes is the phrase ‘trigger warning.’

A few examples:

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Dan: *has a box of razor blades for some reason*

Andrew: *walking by* trigger warning

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Nicky: *not paying attention while driving. Almost hits a median*

Andrew: *reaches over and jerks the wheel*

Aaron: trigger warning

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Foxes: *walking through a hallway that happens to have a fire safety box on the wall with an axe in it*

Neil: trigger warning

Foxes: *horrified but hysterical*

—

Idk my friend, and I do this a lot, and it’s always about stupid stuff. And it’s always out of the blue, and it catches everyone off guard when it happens, but we find it so fucking funny. I just feel like it’s a really morbid but absolutely hilarious thing to say, and it’s out of pocket enough for the foxes.