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iambeetle · 1 year
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Do you think that Neil ever gets worried that Andrew will actually get bored of him eventually?
Like maybe after practice one day he'll be rambling to Andrew about exy plays and how the practice could've gone better. He stops mid sentence as he realizes he has been talking about the same thing for five days now. He goes quiet as he searches his brain for a new thing to ramble about to keep Andrew interested. To keep himself interesting.
But then Andrew says, "keep going, I'm listening" and Neil's face lights up as he continues his rant.
Andrew doesn't really listen to the words Neil is saying, he just listens to Neil's voice because the sound of it is comforting and grounding. Andrew will never get bored of Neil or Neil's rants because he could never get bored his voice.
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 26 days
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Apparently traumatised kids often fail to grow to normal height because all the energy goes to surviving and well no fucking wonder twinyards and Neil are so short
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jeannemaybedarc · 1 year
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Do you remember the moment when Andrew got off the pills, returned to the foxes and realized that Neil was not a figment of his imagination because of the pills?
And I'm late again, but happy birthday, Neil Josten!
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sepulchralblues · 9 months
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Just. Neil pressing Andrew gently into the mattress and whispering into his skin, “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine.” Kissing his stomach and looking into his eyes, watching the burned gold hazy with lust, as Andrew swallows hard against his too-dry throat.
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traumatizedpomelo · 1 year
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andrew
something that i think we as a fandom don't really, properly comprehend, is just how young Andrew was when the assault started. like. we all know, of course we know, but most of us are a lot older than seven (i hope) and so i feel like we half-forget exactly how tiny seven years old is, because our Andrew is grown-up and he can take care of himself for the most part (except when he needs Neil).
My little sister is eight, and her cheeks are still chubby, and she still wears her pink costume tutus from Halloween, and she complains about being the only girl in her class who likes to play soccer. She only comes up to my bicep, and she rotates her stuffed animals because she's worried they'll be lonely if they sleep on the outskirts of her bed too long.
Andrew was younger than she was. He was younger. And we don't really understand that because of how old we are now, but he was really just a kid. He was just a kid.
I don't really know where I'm going with this. I think my Andrew feelings are just hitting me all at once, because "you're not a sociopath, are you?" "I never said I was", and because Andrew still feels things, even if they're dulled down and barely there, and because it would have been so much worse when it all started.
I don't know. He already gets so much love from this fandom but I can't help thinking he deserves more.
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I have seen a few RockBand!AU fanart and fanfic with Andrew being a guitarist or bassist and I say WRONG
HE WOULD TOTALLY BE A DRUMMER
He has the strength to hit things for a long time, and we know he does a lot of arm workout. He's wide at the shoulders and arms because he always tries to appear bigger than he is (and once he realised in highschool that he could only grow wider, he decided to really lean into it) (no I will not elaborate on it being a trauma response) and we know he has amazing reflexes and very quick responses, not only because of exy but also because of Renee's sparring.
But even more importantly, the drum sets the rhythm of the song. It's usually not very prominent (depends on the group, tbh) but it's essential to a good rock song, and (imo) it's the support, the basis from which songs are created. It's very difficult to create a song without a basic beat (I would say impossible).
And that defines Andrew to a T: the heavy hitter that supports the group and gives them the security to grow and become great.
So yeah, Andrew is a drummer
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neil: you know, I-
the foxes: neil, nO
andrew, already drawing knives: let. the. man. speak.
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juicegremlin · 2 years
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Andreil + Physical Intimacy
Neil is usually the little spoon, but every once in a while, Andrew will let Neil press himself against his back, ghost his lips over the skin of his nape. He’ll let Neil hold a hand over his heart to feel his rapid, living pulse, and Neil will whisper, “Who’s the rabbit now?”
Andrew likes to ruck Neil’s shirt up in the mornings while they’re still in bed. He’ll trace the scars on his stomach, the lithe carvings of muscle. If things are headed in a particular direction, Andrew will run his tongue along his favorite lines.
When Neil is looking to drive Andrew crazy, he’ll take his thumb and drag it along Andrew’s lower lip. He’ll take Andrew’s earlobe between his teeth, walk his fingertips down the length of his spine. All Andrew can do is hold onto Neil’s shoulders for dear life.
When Andrew is looking to drive Neil up the wall, all he has to do is show off a little. Put in some effort on the court, give Matt a run for his money at the gym. One time, Andrew wore his (and Neil’s) favorite muscle tee to bench in and Neil actually biffed it on the treadmill.
Neil will sit on Andrew’s lap when there isn’t enough room. The other Foxes have learned not to mention it. Card games are the only exception; Neil is a chronic and compulsive cheater.
When Andrew can’t stand the feeling of his own skin, let alone someone else’s, the closest Neil can get is the other end of the couch. He doesn’t waste the space, though—fills it with various details about his day, interesting things he read online, things he likes about Andrew. Andrew grips the lifeline with both hands and lets it drag him back to safety. When he finally gets there, Neil’s arms are open, loving, and ready.
Neil’s bad days are characterized by sporadic bouts of dissociation. Andrew doesn’t like to touch him when he’s like that, but Neil has made it clear that it’s okay—it helps—so Andrew will clamp a hand over the back of his neck. He’ll stroke his thumb over the bone that juts out at the top of his spine, press his forehead against Neil’s. “You are Neil Josten,” he’ll say. “You are real, and you are home.”
When they move in together after college, Andrew declares Sundays a “no-run” day. Sometimes, Neil sleeps in with him. Others, he’ll roll out of bed to make them both breakfast. When that happens, Andrew will find him in the kitchen and wrap his arms around his waist from behind, forehead pressed into the space between Neil’s shoulders. Neil will smile, let the back of his head rest against the top of Andrew’s, because this is it, for him—Andrew will always be it.
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stick-ball · 5 months
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I was asked to write some of my sad headcanons on Jean and Kevin's relationship by @thelittlelostgraycat so here we go:
The first thing that comes to mind when I think about this dynamic is this really silly scenario. Doing grocery shopping, you have this great idea. You're going to make crepes for breakfast the next day. It's the weekend after a really long week, and you're feeling like having something nice, you know. So you stock up on all the ingredients. But then when it comes to it you stayed up late that night, binging your currently favourite series, and you get up later than usual and you're not really in the mood to stand in front of the pan for half an hour before you get to eat something. So, dismayed or not, you kill off the hunger with something quick and easy and get on with the day's plans. Then the next week comes and since you work long hours obviously you don't have the time for it either. By the time you remember, you really wanted to eat pancakes some time has passed. But you're excited again because that's what we are like with the things we love. The joy is always there even when we aren't doing those things. So you go take the pan out, the flour and bowl. You open the fridge and see you only have one egg left. That's a problem. You forgot to stock up, but well. It's still possible to make pancakes with one egg. You'll just have thinner batter. Then you get lit the milk and here's the problem, it expired. The dismay is pretty monumental for such a small tragedy. You taste it, just to make sure, and yeah, it's terrible you feel like retching. And the thing is, you could still make the pancakes. You could run to the store, but it was never really about being hungry. It was about the sentiment, and now you remember how if you made them in the first place, this wouldn't happen, and you wasted a whole carton of milk on a fancy you couldn't even commit to.
And that's how I see Kevin and Jean. It's love and it's sentiment and it's something really deep. But when push comes to shove it's always too little, too late. Too little words said, an apology wasted on a cold argument. Too much hassle, too much risk, too much grief if it goes wrong. Let's leave things as they are. It's not good but it'd stable. Too little time, between Riko and training and the dreams of freedom and illusions of grandour and the pain, all that pain and gore. It all ends up coming first.
But there's love, and I don't necessarily mean it as romantic love, although it could be. There's love, there's a whole language built around it. It's words of affirmation in a language no one else can understand. It's small tokens of care, small enough not to be put to an end by someone else, but meaningful enough to make the heart soar like they can touch the blue sky above the tomb they grew up in. It's stolen moments of peace, because both their hearts are for once free of worry when it's just the two of them together - noone there to harm them, noone to make them watch as the other suffers. It's time spent practising, not because they aren't good enough, but because when it's them they can freely love the sport they play. It's a shoulder to lean on and a body that keeps you warm, and that will never take more what you offer it.
But it's always too little and too late to grow into something defined. It's a safe chrysalis that makes the caterpillar endure, but there's no surety, no promises. As much as the chrysalis helps, the caterpillar transform, thr butterfly has to break out of it to fly. So no, it's not enough to last.
They care deeply for each other, but Kevin leaves Jean in the Nest. And Jean could hate him, could resent him, but he doesn't - because he understands when you have a chance you need to take it because life is cruel and it doesn't smile at you twice. He understands that he would probably do the same. It still hurts.
I think Kevin doesn't have many regrets bigger than leaving Jean behind. He still does it, though. But if he didn't, the story wouldn't happen. If he didn't, the whole chain reaction would not be set in motion, so he can't fix it, but he can be better from there on. He starts by getting Jean to a place as far from the Nest as humanly possible. In the hands of the person he holds in the highest esteem.
And that's fear, but that's also love.
Jean's new Jersey number is a 29 for both Kevin and Renee. So I think he understands, I think he doesn't hold a grudge. He starts to pick up his phone and sometimes even calls him himself, even if to trashtalk the team he knows Kevin is also watching play back in his dorm in Palmetto right now.
So they couldn't commit to it then, when there was nothing to lean on. But would it really be too little too late?
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I just know that the twinyards “teenage dirtbag” photos would slap
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frizzy-frizz-frizz · 2 years
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Headcannon that edgar allen university is known for it’s liberal arts program. Follow-up hc that the common major all the ravens take is liberal arts. Follow-up to the follow-up that Kevin actually likes poetry but is deeply biased against edgar allen poe. He claims he isnt but he really, really is.
“hey kevin who was edgar allen poe?” “a bitch.”
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team-headcanons-2 · 8 months
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Classic Heavy and Classic Pyro are married. Evil power couple, they love doing their work together.
Slay
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 8 months
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Wymack, Bee, Nicky and Kevin are so underrated in regards to how fundamentally they helped Andrew. Without them Andrew would never have anyone to even take a chance at him. Without Wymack, he wouldn’t have college and exy, without nicky he wouldn’t even have a “home”, without Bee, Andrew’s mental state would have been way way worse, and without Kevin, Andrew wouldn’t have a purpose.
Neil may be the catalyst and Andrew’s main reason to actually live. But these four people (and Aaron) are Andrew’s cornerstones, his foundation, are what’s holding him up before Neil josten even existed.
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jeannemaybedarc · 7 months
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Kevin x Aaron
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sepulchralblues · 9 months
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I can’t get over the inevitability of Andreil in this sentence. Doing this is a bad idea, both Andrew and Neil know it and acknowledge it to each other, but it doesn’t stop them from diving head first into their relationship.
Yes, Neil was going to leave, he was going to die. Yes, there was no shot for them to really become anything. Yes, getting into this would only result in pain for everyone. Yes, it is a monumentally stupid decision considering everything that’s happening at this point in the story.
But to two people who have been spinning around each other like galaxies set on a collision course, you can’t fight the gravity and the momentum. Even if they tried, inertia wouldn’t have let them halt in place.
Andrew and Neil have been a bad idea from the start, but that’s what makes them so perfect for each other.
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traumatizedpomelo · 1 year
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cats
Sometime in the future, Neil manages to wheedle Andrew into getting another cat. They go into the shelter, ignoring all of the tiny kittens that other patrons are cooing at, and head straight for the cages with the least customers gathered around.
there's one cat in the back - a grey one with a mangled eye and who spits at them when they come close. Neil decides he wants this one, so Andrew acquiesces.
The shelter isn't so sure, and they tell them as much. The cat has had a bad experience with previous owners, refuses to eat anything other than the highest quality cat food, and cannot be stopped from doing anything it decides to.
Andrew holds out his hands for the adoption papers.
The drive home is quiet, save for the shuffling of the cat in the back seat. Neil breaks the silence first.
"I've thought of a name," he announces. Andrew doesn't take his eyes off of the road.
"And that is?"
"Kevin," Neil says smugly. Andrew nearly drives the car off the road.
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