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ravenexy · 11 months
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andrew, after seeing neil insult the fuck out of riko on live television: im attracted to men, but at what cost?
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kitausu · 1 year
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Booktuber Andrew Minyard who absolutely rips apart debut writer Neil Josten's mafia novel for being unrealistic only for Neil to go through all the trouble of setting up a YouTube account so he could comment: "It's an autobiography."
Andrew refuses to back down in the comments but four months later someone manages to catch a screen grab of Neil sneaking around in the background in Andrew's latest monthly wrap up.
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Much to Andrews dislike because he would very much like to just buy everything new, Neil continues to hate spending money, especially large amounts on things he doesn’t really see as important
So the decor to their house is almost entirely thrifted or found on the side of the road. The day they found an orange couch in perfect condition with a ‘free’ sign, Neil was almost vibrating with excitement.
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jsctens · 1 year
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 ok but have we considered
- before andrew leaves to play pro during neil’s last year of school, he conveniently forgets to pack a bunch of his old ‘MINYARD’ fox merch (definitely not intentionally at all) (he does not like the idea of neil wearing his clothes when he’s missing him shut ur mouth)
- and bc neil can read andrew he knows EXACTLY what he’s up to but he just smiles to himself about it bc if he says anything he’s SCREWED and tbh andrew’s fox sweaters are so much softer than his and they smell better and he’s going to miss andrew so fucking much—
- neil’s worn andrew’s team merch before but only around the dorm or the house in columbia (once, to practice, when he came back from a run half-dead on his feet in the morning and grabbed the first warm thing he laid his hands on in his dresser. the locker room was an insufferable place to be that day)
- neil is somewhat used to missing people now that he’s lived through all of the original foxes leaving, and as much as he knows andrew leaving is going to hurt worse he still doesn’t expect to use the sweaters much except for nights when everything gets too loud and he desperately needs something to ground him
- but nope
- he wears a MINYARD hoodie the day andrew leaves. andrew kisses him just that much harder for it.
- when the semester starts up again and Neil’s loneliness creeps in on him faster than expected, he starts wearing the hoodies and shirts almost everyday.
- especially when he’s on the court. he loves exy regardless of who he’s playing with but being on a court without both andrew and kevin leaves him feeling aching and unsteady. nostalgia is not easy to reconcile, is what Bee had told him when he’d described it to her. he’s never had anything in his life to be nostalgic for. the new feeling sits like water in his lungs.
- so he wears andrew’s team merch to practice, and to team meetings, and basically everywhere he can. for the first 2 weeks of the season, Josten merch is extinct.
- it gets to the point where the entirety of the freshman players just . think neil’s last name is Minyard .
- none of the rest of the team says anything bc they already Know about neil and andrew and even though none of them really understood andrew (besides robin) they understand that neil and andrew are two halves of a whole
- but the freshman are just like . o yea thats captain minyard bc neil is terrifying and no way in hell are they calling him by his first name. they’ve only ever referred to him exclusively as ‘Captain’ on the court.
- the day this gets exposed some dopey freshman backliner walks into the lounge for morning practice and just goes “Hey, has anyone seen Minyard?”
- the entire room (besides the freshmen) FREEZES
- wymack whips around from where he’s been talking to abby and just goes “the fuck?”
- and the backliner is just like uhhh……. our team captain?
- wymack: what, and i can’t stress this enough, the fuck?
- everyone is just standing in utter bewilderment. the freshmen are now confused bc why is everyone else confused????
- and then robin bursts out laughing
- for like 5 minutes straight my girl is clutching her stomach in TEARS
- when she finally comes up for air she just goes “HE MEANS NEIL. NEIL MINYARD”
- at this point Neil has walked into the room and is like wtf is taking everyone so long
- and lo and behold, he’s wearing a Minyard hoodie
- the rest of the veteran team are losing it now. Wymack is holding his head in his hands. neil is, as always, oblivious and annoyed.
- then robin goes, “sorry we’re late, Minyard”. Neil is confused as fuck but also . ouch. he hasn’t heard that name spoken in this locker room in so long it feels like both a punch to the gut and a breath of fresh air hearing it again
- the rest of the team veterans join in on it. “We’ll be right there, Minyard” .”What are our teams for scrimmages, Minyard?”
- at this point the freshman can tell they’re being made fun of. abby takes pity on them and explains that neil’s last name is Josten. Minyard is …. and when she comes up short on a word to describe andrew to neil, she turns to look at neil
- who just goes, “andrew’s my person. get your asses on the fucking court.”
- the team milks the shit out of it. the joke goes on for a good WEEK before the freshman have to be like OKAY WE GET IT . WE’RE DUMB .
- neil isn’t even phased . he will continue to be a sap and wear andrew’s hoodies . (and maybe a tiny little part inside of him that he’s too scared to think about likes being called Minyard).
- eventually the joke dies down. but every once in a while someone will throw in a “See ya, Minyard” or a “What’s up, Minyard?” when they see neil
- wymack thinks the whole thing is somewhat hilarious until neil submits a personal information update form at the end of the year. he nearly files for early retirement the entire time he’s putting in an order for “JOSTEN-MINYARD” team merchandise.
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juicegremlin · 2 years
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Andrew doesn’t “hate” Neil. He hates the idea of him, of someone who walks and talks like a false promise but has proven himself a million times over to be the real deal. For the first time in a long time, Andrew is unsure of himself, because Neil has taken him gently by the hands and yanked him right out of orbit.
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crystalmethsthings · 2 years
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Headcannon that Andrew draws sometimes and one day for his birthday or Christmas or even just for a random gift, Neil gets him some fucking expensive ass (and I’m talking expensive) assorted pencils (coloring pencils, charcoal pencils, etc), a large sketch book, and a book on how to draw different things like animals or different perspectives. Neither of them talk about it but when Neil randomly sees Andrew sitting outside one of his classes with the supplies next to him as he concentrates he smiles. Just a little.
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Andrew: *hugs Neil*
King lying in Neil’s lap: *hisses*
Andrew: *hugs Neil tighter* *hisses back*
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Andreil hc
Neil once changed Andrew’s phone’s wallpaper to a picture of him. As much as Andrew says he hates it, he still hasn’t changed it.
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akaijisatsu · 2 years
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So like, Andrew, Andrew right?
As we all know, Andrew Minyard has Eideic memory, which means he remembers everything very clearly and can bring back any memory at any given moment. We all know this right? And everyone keeps talking about how "Andrew has to always remember all the trauma" but listen.
He remembers every "yes" and every "I want to come back for you" type of stuff. EVERY SINGLE ONE DO YOU HEAR ME?! And he can see it vividly in his memory whenever he wants to!
So I personally think that when he starts to heal, he tries to bring back those memories on his bad days, he never shares it with anybody, even Neil, but it's so important for him.
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Okay, I know I've already sent asks (and made sure to pick the most difficult ones 😂) but this time it's the other way around. 2, 3, 11 and 17? Two of those are literally canon with Andreil 😂.
No pressure, of course!
~ Nem
ayyo these prompts are mad cute i can't thank you enough for picking them
2: interlocking pinkies
3: smiling into a kiss
11: back hugs
17: tugging on the bottom of someone's shirt
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2.
This was getting out of hand.
The flashing lights and pulsing bass did nothing to take Andrew's eyes off of Neil. Neil, who looked unbearably attractive in a tight black shirt at the bar. Neil, who's hair looked like a beacon in the middle of Eden's.
Neil, who was currently being flirted to death with by a stranger.
Said stranger was a little too Playboy-eque for Andrew's liking. Tall, curly black hair, muscular — he was basically the reverse-Exy version of Kevin (which made the hotness increase from the negatives to embarrassingly high).
Andrew gripped his glass so tightly he thought it might break. Actually, who care if it broke? He'd get glass shards in his hand, they'd have to call an ambulance, the club would clear out, Neil would come back, and Bar Bitch would get the hell away from Neil.
Maybe he was being a tad dramatic.
Taking a deep breath, Andrew tried to relax. This was fine. Neil could handle himself, and he knew Neil wouldn't act on any offers this guy made. Besides, Neil probably didn't even realize he was being flirted with; the man was incredibly oblivious. It would be fine. He was fine.
Andrew was just about calmed down — he was still staring at Neil just to make sure nothing happened, not at all because the lights were reflecting on the glitter on his cheek or anything — when his personal demon from Hell popped up.
"Watcha looking at?" Nicky plopped next to Andrew, his voice slurred from drinks. Andrew wrenched his neck away, but Nicky beamed when he saw the original target of Andrew's gaze. "OMG, so cute! Keeping an eye on your bae. That's so fetch."
"None of those words are in the Bible," Andrew grumbled. "Also, stop trying to make fetch happen, it's not going to happen."
Nicky giggled for long enough that it was weird. "Riiiiight, but currently you're literally too gay to function. So I win."
Andrew rolled his eyes and leaned back in the booth, deciding to ignore his highly drunk cousin. Nicky barely noticed, choosing to hum a random tune as he stared into the crowd. After what felt like hours of this, Andrew finally snapped. "Nicky. Shut the hell up."
"Nooooo," Nicky whined. "I'm like a siren. I'm luring your tiny little boyfriend here."
"He is not my— wait, what?"
"See?" Nicky waved in front of himself and slapped himself in the face. "He's right there!"
Andrew was a bit embarrassed at how fast his head turned.
Sure enough, there was Neil, in all his 5'3" glory. And there — there was Bar Bitch! Following Neil!
Andrew had just about had enough.
When Neil reached close enough to place the tray of drinks on the table, Andrew hooked his fingers in his belt loops and yanked Neil into the booth next to him. Resoutly ignoring Neil's startled intake of breath and Nicky's oddly hard kick to the leg, Andrew linked his pinky with Neil and delicately placed their hands on the table.
Subtle, yet effective.
Neil blinked at him in confusion, but Andrew only had eyes for Bar Bitch. He narrowed his eyes at the tall man, tightening his grip on Neil's finger, until the bitch threw his hands up and stumbled away.
Ha. Take that, asshole.
"What was that all about?" Neil nudged him softly.
"Nothing," Andrew ground out. "Absolutely nothing."
He didn't let go of Neil's pinky the rest of the night.
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3.
Andrew was a sucker for roof time with Neil; he couldn't deny it. What he wasn't a sucker for was Neil bringing sheets of plays and team stats during said roof time with Neil.
He tried to subtly hint to Neil that he wanted the Exy gone. He laid down on the roof, letting his hair cover the papers (Neil very gently brushed his hair away but continued reading). He placed his head on Neil's legs (Neil rubbed a calloused finger across Andrew's cheek but continued reading). He wiggled up into Neil's lap (Neil wrapped him in a warm embrace but continued reading. Even worse, Neil moved the papers into his line of sight, as if Andrew was interested).
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and snatched the papers out of Neil's hand, throwing the sheets behind them. Neil blinked in surprise at his now-empty hand before looking over at Andrew. "What's wrong, Andrew?"
"Nothing," Andrew said, despite looking obviously annoyed. At Neil's unimpressed silence, Andrew sighed. "Stop ignoring me."
Andrew could practically hear Neil's eye roll.
"Yes or no, Drew?"
Just to be contrary, Andrew huffed out, "No. You can go back to your precious Exy."
He decided to ignore Neil's grumbles that suspiciously sounded like 'drama queen.' "I wasn't ignoring you. I wasn't," Neil insisted at Andrew's glare. "I was just... focusing on Exy at the moment."
"Make a choice, Neil. Exy... or me."
Neil looked a little too panicked at that for Andrew's comfort. "Uh... "
"The fact that you actually have to think about this is very telling," Andrew scowled.
"No, wait!" Neil shook his head frantically. "I mean... Exy is what got me to stop running, but you were what got me to stay. If I have Exy, I'll also always have you, and vice versa."
Andrew jammed a very fierce elbow into Neil's gut. He relished in the misery Neil was feeling. "That was more of a love letter to Exy than me."
"Oh, is that the problem?" the junkie annoyingly perked up. "I can definitely write a love letter to you. Where should I start? You have really pretty eyes, your hair is so soft, your arms are crazy strong, you— "
"Shut. Up."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine. But you'll have to make me."
Andrew barely held back a sigh and tried to calm his treacherous heart. "What, did you become the lead in a romcom when I looked away? That was so cheesy."
Neil just shrugged. "Did it work?"
"No," Andrew scowled. "Maybe. Yes or no?"
"Yes, alwa— "
Andrew cut Neil off with a kiss (no matter how bruised his tough-guy reputation was becoming now). He could feel Neil trying to smother a soft smile against his lips, and if Andrew had any shame left in him, he would be a bit embarrassed at how fast his heart starting beating when he realized that.
Because humans unfortunately needed oxygen, Neil pulled back a few moments later but stayed close enough that Andrew could smell the minty gum he had been chewing before they came up on the roof. "See? If you weren't so damn stubborn, we could have been kissing when I first asked you."
Ignoring this logic, Andrew pulled his the junkie back in for another kiss. He wondered in Neil could feel the small upturn on Andrew's lips too.
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11.
This was just about the worst fucking day of Kevin Day's life, and it all started the day before.
He had been up for hours, starting with Exy at sun-up and ending with Exy at sundown. Except it didn't end with Exy, because he realized humanity was incompetent and then he was forced to catch up on a History essay his groupmates were behind on (5 hours after his detailed schedule!) and then he became too invested in the ruins of Mesopotamia and then he didn't sleep on time and then he missed his pre-alarm for his actual morning alarm and then he wasn't awake enough for his actual morning alarm and then—
Well.
Point was that Kevin was simultaneously cranky, sleepy, and frantically late, which is a shitty combination for anyone but especially for a person named Kevin Day. Which is to say that his perfectionist tendencies were starting to show their negative sides.
And to add company to misery, his fucking roommates had to be the absolute worst.
Kevin stumbled out of the bathroom (and crashed into three walls but that's neither here nor there) with a sock on his arm and one eye shut to make half his face feel rested when he came across the one thing that could possibly make his morning worse. As he sluggishly walked into the kitchen to get at least 3 cups of well-needed, strong-as-shit black coffee, he saw his two roommates directly blocking his access to the coffee pot.
Andrew was fiddling with the pot handle while Neil had his arms wrapped around his back. He was practically leaning all his body weight on Andrew and whenever Andrew murmured something to him quietly, Neil would give him his "Andrew-laugh" and somehow press in even closer. To make matters even sappier, every few seconds he would kiss Andrew — on the shoulder, neck, cheek, even going as far as to bring his hands up and kiss his knuckles!
It was disgusting. Kevin had never been more horrified to have these horribly-in-love-even-though-they-won't-admit-it-yes-he's-happy-they're-together-no-he's-not-happy-he-has-to-witness-this roommates.
Andrew and Neil were fully engrossed in their weird back-hug position, fully disregarding Kevin's coffee withdrawal. Irritated that he was being ignored, Kevin let out a highly unattractive noise that was half-groan, half-shriek, causing the two most hypervigilant people he'd known to jump apart. Except that Andrew was facing the counter so his diaphragm got fully smushed against it, causing the blond to let out an "oof" and Neil had open space behind him so he flailed around until he eventually fell onto his butt on the floor with a groan.
Massaging his stomach, Andrew turned a terrifying glare towards Kevin, who was suddenly waking up enough to realize how bad of an idea this was. Kevin slowly backed away, his hands up in a placating manner.
"Don't mind me," Kevin said. "Keep hugging or whatever. I'll just... go to Matt's room and get coffee."
Stumbling out of his dorm, Kevin crashed his way into Matt, Nicky, and Aaron's room, where Nicky was sitting on the couch on his laptop.
He winced when he saw Kevin zombie-walk to the coffee machine. "Andrew and Neil sexile you?"
As the machine whirred, Kevin groaned. "Something like that. Honestly, the two of them are so affectionate in the morning, it makes me sick."
At that, Nicky's eyes widened. "They're what?! Tell me everything."
Kevin sighed. Maybe he should get a second cup of coffee going.
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17.
Neil didn't notice the cats until Andrew pointed them out.
The two of them were on a walk walking back over the hill in front of the Fox Tower after their classes. Andrew had made it a habit to pick Neil up after his Spanish class and his own Sociology class every Thursday, and the two of them would drop their stuff off at the dorms and go out to lunch together.
It was very nice, to put it lightly.
Andrew's hand was warm where it was threaded with Neil's, swinging lightly between their bodies. The two were so close to each other that Neil could feel their shoulders brush every few steps, could practically count every faint freckle on Andrew's cheeks if he wanted to.
So he did just that.
"Staring," Andrew glared.
"Yeah," Neil said shamelessly. "You like it."
Andrew squeezed Neil's hand. It was probably more out of annoyance than adorance, but he'd take it.
"You know, in class today," Neil started, mainly so he could hear Andrew's voice when he responded. "This absolute bit— ow!"
Unexpectedly, Neil promptly fell down.
"Typical," Andrew grumbled. "He can come back alive after being tortured by a serial killer but can't walk straight."
"To be fair, it's not like you walk any straighter than me."
After an appraising moment, Andrew shrugged.
Neil finally moved himself into a sitting position while Andrew watched with sheer disappointment oozing out of him. He tied his undone shoelace and was just getting up when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt.
Neil looked at Andrew in confusion, but Andrew had his sights set on something in the distance. Naturally, instead of explaining, he began dragging Neil, who was still halfway bent-over from tying his shoe.
"Andrew!" Neil yelped. "Do you want to let me know where we're going?"
"No."
Fair enough. Neil should have expected that.
Finally, after his shoes untied yet again from the stumbling he did over the hill, Neil finally saw what had caught Andrew's attention. There was a sign advertising a nearby cat adoption, with the directions showing it to be only about 5 minutes away.
Andrew tugged on Neil's shirt again. "We're going."
Neil blinked. "We can't have pets in the dorm."
"We'll sneak them in, it's not like we've never broken the law before."
"Kevin is going to lose his shit."
"You just incentivized me even more."
Neil had to bite back a smile at that. "Fine, fine, we'll visit. But we are not adopting any animals until we can figure out the rules."
"Eh," Andrew turned around, twisting his fingers into Neil's shirt so he'd follow the blond. "I can be very convincing."
"Andrew."
"Neil."
"We are not getting a cat."
"Nah."
"You can't just— Andrew!"
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starlonging · 1 year
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AFTG bullshit, NOT bnha bullshit despite the beginning
So there was this one Kiribaku fanart I came across a while ago. I can't find it now but basically it was that Bakugo is hit with this quirk where he starts seeing people as if he was in love with them - so Izuku, Ochako, all have like pink, sparkling, heart backgrounds but Kirishima doesn't because you know, love existed pre-quirk and me being me I thought - ANDREW MINYARD
So just imagine, Andrew being in his this-is-nothing phase, and some bullshit like this happening. How? No idea. Apply the various logics of de-aging fics cos they're fabulous. So everyone he sees has that anime version of i'm-infatuated-with-you background except Neil and you know where I'm going with this.
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ravenexy · 10 months
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“meet cute” they say as he shoves a sports racquet so hard into his abdomen he falls to the floor and continues to say he’ll be fine with a bandaid
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hmmm-shesucks · 6 months
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The night before Andrew’s first pro game, he receives a box from a company he is intimately familiar with. Pretty pink calligraphy branding the pristine white box with Allison’s fashion logo. It’s a rather large box, and Andrew is expecting the worst, like bright pink pompoms, but when he opens it, there are several neatly folded piles of silky material—armbands.
The first pair in each bundle is a simple black, but as he goes through them, he finds the colors changing, colors matching his new uniforms, colors Andrew would never usually wear but was informed he’d have to during specific months of the year.
At the bottom of the box lay three pairs with a note labeling them “custom.” The first pair was all black, except for a small dagger on the insides of both wrists. The second set is similar in color, except when they catch the light, subtle color shines through. A stupid rainbow. The last set Andrew knows Neil must have had something to do with as they are bright orange and white, tiny little fox paws on the insides of both wrist.
There are two of each pair, thirty pairs total. At the bottom of the box is a note branded with Allison’s logo but also a tiny kangaroo, one that is also branded just above the elbow on every sleeve.
“First look at the new sports line. I call this one Rew.”
Andrew hates her, but he plays his first game, ensuring Allison’s logo is always visible.
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kitausu · 8 months
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I just want everyone on Andrew’s professional team to think Neil is a bad influence. Sure, Andrew had a bad reputation in college, but in reality he's quiet and keeps to himself and never starts shit (even if he will finish it). Meanwhile Neil is loud and brash and has public feuds with at least 5 reporters at any given moment. He averages one brawl a game and is known to be arrogant and difficult to get along with.
Neil finds it Delightful. He's thrilled by the idea that there's a whole professional exy team out there that feels nearly as protective of his husband as he is
When Andrew tells him their captain asked if Andrew had ever considered divorce Neil practically threw a party. He owns more merch for Andrew’s team than his own.
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jsctens · 1 year
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u cannot tell me karma isn’t a neil josten anthem. he is absolutely blasting that shit on his runs. he pulls up to riko’s funeral with it playing on max volume in the car, windows down. bc like yea…. karma really IS his boyfriend
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juicegremlin · 2 years
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hey what if neil got so excited after a good game that he ran straight to andrew, picked him up, and spun him around?? haha jk jk… unless???? 👀👀
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