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moondal514 · 1 year
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Allison Reynolds pov fic rec list no one asked for but I’m gonna make cuz I love my girl and think she deserves more appreciation
Canon and post-canon:
the witched hours of want by quensty/ @quensty
Honestly, this isn’t even in the top five worst things Allison has ever done, but maybe it’s in the top ten.
The fic responsible for converting me to Renison
count me down, the future’s here by stranglerfig
Somehow, and against all odds, everything goes right for Allison fucking Reynolds.
The fic that’s basically single-handedly responsible for revolutionizing my view of Allison as a character
i don't own emotion (i rent) by nebulousviolet
"but what if there is no knight?" the little girl asks. allison squats down, sees herself in the chubby curves of this child's face, in her wide dark eyes and curious expression.
"that's easy sweetie," she answers. "you save yourself."
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allison reynolds has never done things the easy way.
Amazing Allison character study
Give Them Hell by mostly_maudlin/ @mostlymaudlin
“Hmm,” Allison says, cocking her head as Andrew looks out the window again. Neil watches Andrew for another moment before Nicky calls his name, rounding them all up to head for Starbucks. Allison looks over her shoulder as she follows and notices that Andrew is watching Neil walk away. He’s got the same indifferent expression on his face as always, but it’s enough that he is looking to spike Allison’s interest. It’s a shiny new thought, a curiosity, a colorful circus performance of an idea — it’s just what she needs to cut through the fog that’s been rolling through her mind all morning.
Andrew’s eyes flick over to hers, still unbothered, but Allison can’t help but feel like she’s got one over him this time. She smiles wide at him, and he immediately turns away.
Allison falls in step with Matt at the back of the group, throwing an elbow into his waist. He looks down at her in interest, a reliable partner in gossip-crime. She smirks at him.
“How about a new bet?”
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A look in Allison's head through some of the events of The King's Men.
A deeper look into Allison’s motivations behind some of her actions in canon
sore-ring to cope by flybbfly/ @wilsherejack
Far-future fic. Nicky and Erik are finally getting married, which means the Foxes are about to have a mini-reunion in Germany. That'd be great, except that Allison hasn't talked to Renee in nearly a year.
Fabulous post-canon Renison angst
Au:
in spite of ourselves, we persist by stranglerfig
Six instances occurring over two years of sitting in Betsy Dobson's waiting room together.
A look at a potential friendship (?) between Allison and Andrew
counting my blessings by quensty
The last letter is from Wymack.
Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW
“Motherfucker,” Allison says.
Renison as cowgirl lesbians and it’s the greatest thing ever
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s4pphoiduser · 3 years
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no one else is in the dorm, just andrew and neil. they’re in the living room, sitting on the couch. there’s a little coffee table that neil’s doing his maths homework on and andrew has his feet in neil’s lap. he’s watching a sitcom that he doesn’t find funny--he’s just watching it so he can be with neil while doing Something. he’s also eating chips that kevin would freak out over if he knew about them. he’s watching neil more than the sitcom, really. neil’s oblivious, like, criminally so. he’s got his pencil between his teeth while his fingers tap at the problem he can’t solve. (this is kinda a date night-in situation, matt says. neil says that to andrew after matt goes away and andrew gives him a flat stare: shut up.) (andrew wishes for a second that neil would kiss him instead of doing his stupid math equations.)
#one hour later neil puts away his books and stretches and andrew's eyes go to the skin that shows where neil's shirt rose#neil gives andrew A Look and smirks. andrew: don't fucking look at me like that#neil: oh but you like it / andrew: shut up i'll kill you / neil: sure sure / andrew: one hundred and fifteen neil#neil on all fours above andrew: ohhh a whole one hundred and fifteen huh. and then he asks 'yes or no 'drew?'#(bc neil calls him drew sometimes and you can pry that from my cold dead hands)#andrew says 'yes' but they only kiss for a while with neil's hand against the armrest and andrew's hands under neil's shirt#before neil says his back hurts and andrew makes space between his body and the couch oh-so subtlely but of course#mr neil eyes-for-andrew-joseph-minyard notices and squeezes himself into that space. for a while he's stiff until andrew rolls his eyes and#takes his hand and puts it on his torso. neil obviously warms at that and swallows hard and doesn't talk for the rest of the night.#andrew watches him fall asleep and even tho he gets uncomfortable at some point around 8pm he doesnt get up.#he does get up however when kevin's keys jingle at the door and him coming in would wake neil up anyway.#i was going to study but then i had this thought i was like oh i have to share it#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil#andreil just being incredibly soft with each other because both of them deserve some good gentle love in their lives#i think about soft andreil a lot like. an unhealthy amount (it might just be that i want someone to be soft with me)#aftg#all for the game headcannons#joey.com#mine#andreil being soft agenda
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jingerhead · 3 years
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Heyy!! Soo I saw your drabble post today. 4, 17 and 69.
Y'all just want me to write more wedding au stuff don't you...welp I can't resist. I hope you enjoy this little drabble, lovely!
4 - I've never seen you dance before
17 - You didn't have to marry me, you know
69 - Bed. Now.
Andrew hadn't considered one fundamental part to a wedding reception. Sure, there was nothing traditional about what he and Neil were doing, but the way that his eyes lit up at the mention of a 'first dance' did things to Andrew. In a way that made his face heat up and his heart beat loudly enough he could hear it in his ears. In a way that he knew he would be agreeing to something very stupid, very soon.
It also hit him in that moment that he'd left choosing any music for that day up to Neil. That was something he probably should've been more involved in.
"If you want to dance," Andrew began, "then ask me."
"Really?" Neil asked, his smile getting even wider. "I've never seen you dance before."
"I've just never let you," Andrew said back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd danced. Ever.
"I learned," Neil said. "So? Yes or no?"
"Don't ask stupid questions," Andrew replied. He took Neil's outstretched hand and whispered a 'yes' between their mouths. The next thing he knew, he was standing on the dance floor, and all the attention was on them.
Whatever song played was something Andrew recognized to have played on the radio at some point during a long drive with Neil. He was aware of how many eyes were on the two of them as Neil took his hands and guided one to his waist, the other trapped in Neil's grip.
"You know, on the bright side, if one of us falls then so does the other," Neil said.
"Shut up," Andrew told him. "Don't step on my feet."
Neil guided them around the dance floor, and somehow they managed to not step on each other's toes. Andrew felt awkward the whole time they moved, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Neil's face, and it didn't seem like Neil could look away, either.
"Staring," Andrew told him, just to say something. For a moment he wasn't sure that he had been heard over the music.
"You too," Neil said back.
Andrew took his hand away from where it was resting on Neil's waist, raising it to grip the back of his neck instead. "You're insufferable," Andrew growled at him.
"You didn't have to marry me, you know." Neil was grinning far too much.
"Maybe I wanted to spare someone else from having to deal with your dumbass," Andrew told him.
"You know there wouldn't have been anyone else."
It always gave Andrew goosebumps to hear that. Of all the people Neil could've settled on, he'd decided to choose Andrew. It always felt impossible to hear.
The moment the song ended, Andrew left the dance floor. The rest of their guests rushed to fill the space the two had left, giving them some time alone with some leftover cake. Andrew could feel Neil's eyes on him again, but he refrained from telling Neil to stop. Instead, he glanced around to make sure there wasn't anyone nearby.
"Yes or no?" he asked, glancing from Neil's eyes to his lips.
"Yes," Neil told him easily.
They met each other halfway. Andrew pulled Neil's chair closer while Neil grabbed his hair, pulling it just enough to tug Andrew's head back and make him hiss. For a moment, he really thought that Neil was going to kiss his neck in front of everyone. Instead, he just leaned in close enough to be level with the side of Andrew's head.
"You know you're never going to win those arguments, right?" Neil whispered in his ear. Andrew could ear the smirk in his tone. "Besides, you like me."
Neil should know better. Andrew leaned back and gripped his neck again, feeling short of breath all of a sudden. Fuck it, he trusted Nicky to take care of everything. "Bed," Andrew demanded, starting to pull Neil to his feet. "Now."
Nicky didn't end up calling that night, but maybe that was for the best.
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Hey! There's this hc that's been on my mind for a while now but it's a bit dark so I've kinda been scared to ask people about it because IDK how it'd go down.... Okay, it's AFTG, and: What if after Aaron's trial with the whole Thanksgiving thingy they propose Aaron should be on mood altering drugs? What would happen? What would people do?? Also I know there are some fanpeople that don't like how Andrew's medication was represented in the books so I completely understand if you'd rather not reply
I’m sorry this took so long and I’m sorry for my recent inactivity. I’m still not ready to come back from my surprise hiatus but here’s this. It’s largely unedited so please forgive my bullshit. Thanks so much for the ask, love <3
“Aaron Minyard was oft-referred to as "the normal one" of the two, though that was usually followed by a debate over whether or not he could be sane when he shared genes with Andrew.”
Anyone with half a brain knows that Aaron doesn’t need the drugs. Hell, anyone with half a brain would have known better than to put a minor on something so strong but Andrew was on them for like 4 yrs + Exy is a thing so obviously no one in this universe has a single functioning brain cell. Another thing to be considered is that Aaron is a rehabilitated drug addict. He’s been sober (or as close to sober as he’s going to get) since he was 16. In the real world, I seriously doubt they’d put him on anti-psychotics, especially considering his past. But this is The Foxhole Court and I’m invoking suspension of disbelief. 
Screams reverberated through Aaron’s head. There weren’t many words Aaron could discern amid the broken sobs and dry heaving. The overwhelming stench of vomit hit his nostrils. Pain shot through his left arm. It was likely dislocated from ramming it into the door at an odd angle. Staggering to his feet, Aaron saw himself in the mirror. Dark circles rimmed his bloodshot eyes. A cruel smile slowly curled the lips of his reflection. Andrew. Swinging a punch at him with his good hand, the mirror shattered. Shards of glass embedded themselves into his fist. Blood ran in rivers down his arms. 
His surroundings distorted, exchanging the soft glow of yellow bulbs for the harsh glow of fluorescents. The blood was gone along with the mirror shards. In their place was a motley of scars. None of them seemed too severe. The acrid smell of smoke clung to the air and mixed with the alcohol and vomit, making Aaron’s stomach roil. The sound of someone retching caught Aaron’s attention. Whirling around, Aaron felt his heart stutter. Matt lay twitching on the floor in a pool of his own spew.
“That’s what you looked like,” Andrew said from beside Aaron. “Pathetic.” The word echoed through Aaron’s head. 
“Aaron?” Nicky said, laying a hand on his shoulder. Aaron jerked away from him as though he’d been burned. Nicky’s face crumpled. Aaron’s gaze darted around the room.Taking stock of his surroundings helped ground him. Overstuffed chairs lined one of the walls. Three sofas boxed off the corner they were sat in. Orange fox prints decorated the white walls, a name, number, and photograph at the center of each. Aaron was back at the Foxhole Court. 
“I told you not to touch him.” Andrew’s voice froze the blood in Aaron’s veins. Stalking forward from the corner he’d been standing in, he moved to stand in front of Aaron. Cold brown eyes identical to Aaron’s own now held his gaze. Aaron wanted to look away but, as always, there was something about his brother’s eyes that never failed to command his attention. 
“How’s he going to play if he’s medicated?” Kevin asked. Aaron felt his heart sink. After spending two years with him, Aaron should have known better than to expect Kevin to care about anything other than Exy but he couldn’t help it. Just as he’d begun to think that the last few months had meant something, Kevin squashed the tiny bud of hope that had blossomed in Aaron’s heart.  
“How are you going to play if I break your other arm?” Andrew snarled. Aaron watched the color drain from Kevin’s face. A part of him wanted to smirk in Kevin’s face. It served the asshole right. All Kevin ever thought about was Exy. Exy and himself. Half of the things the foxes had been through could have been avoided had it not been for Kevin. They wouldn’t have suffered the graffiti attacks nor would they have been constantly dogged by the media. They sure as shit wouldn’t have had Neil and the mafia to contend with had Kevin not been such a selfish asshole, insisting on dragging that good-for-nothing junkie out of the middle of bumfuck Arizona. 
A larger part of Aaron wanted to cradle Kevin in his arms and protect him from Andrew’s wrath. Had Kevin not run, Aaron would never have had the chance to feel the press of Kevin’s vodka drenched lips on his. He definitely wouldn’t have had the chance to hear the soft keening moans that fell from Kevin’s lips when Aaron fucked into him. Worst of all, there would be no soft smiles or lazy kisses before Kevin drifted off to sleep.  
“Andrew,” Neil’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle. Well, not really. Neil’s voice was always gentle when he spoke to Andrew. Gentle and tender and full of love. Aaron couldn’t help but notice the way his brother’s brow softened and his shoulders drooped. Fuck you, Neil Josten. 
The door down the hall slammed shut. The sound of Coach Wymack’s footsteps echoed in the silence. Taking a moment to glance around the assemblage, Wymack read the room and decided it was best not to say anything. Instead, he held out a plastic bag. Aaron’s hand shook as he accepted it. A paper bag resided within the first. Extracting it, Aaron read the label. He’d seen the label a thousand times before but, up until today, it had always borne his brother’s name. 
Pills rattled ominously inside. Sweat slicked Aaron’s palms. Upending the second bag, the sight of the orange bottle jarred Aaron to his core. Andrew took the bottle from Aaron’s lap and squatted in front of him. 
“Two pills in the morning after breakfast,” he said. 
“And two again at 4,” Aaron finished. Andrew pried Aaron’s hand open before unscrewing the cap. Tipping two pills into Aaron’s palm, Andrew lay a hand on the back of his neck. Aaron knew his brother struggled to express his emotions but this was one gesture Aaron had learnt to recognize. It was a gesture of comfort meant to offer support. Staring into his brother’s eyes, Aaron forced himself to bring the pills to his lips. He swallowed them dry, painfully aware of every inch of their passage down his throat. 
Anyone watching knew that Aaron’s descent into madness was swift. Aaron himself didn’t know that, though. To him, time seemed to slow. Staring down at his hands, Aaron flexed his fingers. Were those his fingers? Maybe. Maybe not. Aaron opened his mouth and felt the skin around it stretch. Laughter bubbled out of him at the odd sensation. 
“Aaron?” Nicky asked. Aaron turned his gaze to his cousin and a smile split his face. Once again, the odd sensation of his skin drawing taut left him in a fit of giggles.
“It hurts,” Aaron said. 
“What hurts?” Kevin demanded. 
“Looking at your face,” Aaron replied. Had the words passed anyone else’s lips, Kevin’s anger might have flared to life. Instead, any remaining signs of life seemed to drain from him. Now it really did hurt.
Nicky had always told Aaron that if you looked at something over and over again, you would eventually get it. Perhaps it was because seeing the reward would motivate a person to work towards their goal, but no matter how much Aaron looked at Kevin nor how hard he worked, Aaron knew Kevin would never truly be his. Why he kept tormenting himself by staring at him, Aaron didn’t know. Maybe he was just as self-destructive as Andrew. 
Sadness welled up in Aaron’s chest. A bone deep yearning had settled into him long ago but he suddenly felt the full intensity of- 
“Stickball!” Aaron cried as Neil wheeled the racquet cart out. Rocketing out of his seat, Aaron caught his brother’s arm and yanked it hard. “Andy, come play stickball with me!” 
“Play what?” Kevin squawked.
“Who?” Andrew choked at the same time. 
“Stickball, Andy,” Neil said. A smile curled the edges of his lips. Kevin opened his mouth to say something but Aaron didn’t stick around to hear. Instead, he followed after Neil chanting ‘Stick! Ball! Stick! Ball!’, dragging Andrew along behind him. 
So that gives you a general idea of Aaron’s madness.
Unlike Andrew, Aaron doesn’t really fight his meds. Where Andrew was terrified of not being able to properly watch out for his family, Aaron finds himself freed from all his anxieties. As such, he’s quite content with drifting through his life. I’ve always hc’d the twins as ADHD but are undiagnosed so it’s just a more intense version of how he normally is.
In the last two years, Aaron’s managed to make quite a few friends so they do their best to support him. Since he can’t focus very well and is no longer burdened by his anxieties, I feel like he also kinda relaxes around them??? Like he’s not as awkward. Very easy, breezy, joking around all the time. They really enjoy how much he’s opened up but they care a lot about him and are scared because they don’t know how to help him with class. What ends up happening is Katelyn is an absolute sweetheart. She convinces all of their friends to sit at the front of the room to record the lectures and upload them to a drive along with any extra notes that’ll help Aaron.
All the Foxes have to go to tutoring but Aaron’s tutor gave up the second he started his meds. After getting special permission from Wymack, they cut that time out and changed up the practice schedules a bit so Aaron could get out early and head back to Fox Tower. Once he’s made it through withdrawal, Katelyn will sit him down and help him work through his assignments. She’s a godsend. 
Aaron is usually off his meds on weekends. He usually goes out to Columbia with the Monsters. He still dances with Nicky and has his fair share of fun. They go to the mall pretty often bc there’s a carousel with spinning tea cups. The twins have spent an entire afternoon riding the spinning tea cups, competing to see who hurls first. Aaron almost always wins. Andrew will take him out late Saturday nights and speed down closed sections of highways or do donuts in parking lots because they're both dumbasses with death wishes. 
One weekend a month, Aaron remains at Fox Tower with Katelyn for spa day where they wax poetic about their respective crushes. Kate’s got a bit of a thing for a boy on the lacrosse team. Aaron screams bc he hates the guy. One time, at a party, the dude was talking to Kevin, shit talking both Kayleigh and Exy, completely unaware of exactly who he was talking to. Kevin ended up with a blackeye but the lacrosse kid couldn’t play for nearly two months. 
Speaking of Kevin, he’s only thing that ever seems to hold any of Aaron’s attention. He’s just so… pretty. If Exy is Neil’s shiny object, then Kevin is Aaron’s. Since Aaron makes even less of an effort to pay attention than Andrew did, there's times when he straight up can’t play. It infuriates Kevin to the point where Aaron gets pulled off the court. At first he doesn’t mind because it means that he can sit back and watch Kevin without any fear of getting caught. However, ever since he got put on his meds, Kevin hasn’t touched him. Not even in a non-sexual way. Before, there were casual touches: a hand on the small of Aaron’s back, shoulders pressed together as they squished into a booth, ankles hooked beneath the table. Now? There’s nothing. Kevin leaves a conspicuous space between himself and Aaron and it’s the only thing Aaron can feel anymore. 
So he starts paying attention on the court. Whenever they have a scrimmage, Aaron makes sure that he’s marking Kevin. Everytime Kevin crashes into him, Aaron’s consciousness slams back into his body. The heat of Kevin’s skin on his, their limbs tangled together, their ragged breaths intermingling, their helmets the only thing keeping their mouths from colliding together. Those little encounters are the only times when Aaron finally feels like himself. Those little encounters only last a few seconds and leave Aaron craving more, more, more. 
Aaron noticed that medicated Andrew was always brushing up against Neil but he’d never really thought much of it. Now he understood. Andrew had craved Neil just as Aaron craved Kevin. 
Speaking of Neil, he and Aaron get along well? I feel like Aaron is just as much of a smart mouth as Neil so the two of them just go around roasting the shit out of everyone. The drugs don’t change Aaron’s opinion of Neil but he begins to understand why Andrew broke their deal. Realizing that Neil didn’t steal his brother from him, Aaron starts to see the appeal in him. He’s stupid and funny and actually kind of pretty. Not as pretty as Kevin but pretty nonetheless. On weekends in Columbia, Aaron begins to notice all the things Neil does for his brother. Neil wakes up early in the morning to make breakfast and spends hours in the kitchen baking. He always picks up an extra pint of ice cream at the store and takes photos of stray cats to send Andrew. One time, Aaron couldn’t sleep and went to the kitchen for some water. His heart almost stopped when he heard Andrew’s rumbling laughter. Sneaking a peek around the corner, his heart really did stutter. Neil was standing on Andrew’s feet as he waltzed around the kitchen to the soft strains of music flowing from the radio. After aaron’s heart restarted, he hurried away because OH MY GOD ANDREW WAS LAUGHING AND DANCING AND HOLDING NEIL SO TENDERLY AND OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD
Okay so maybe Neil did sic the mafia on them but he also makes Andrew happy so that evens it out right? It’s v slow but Aaron is very slowly learning to accept Neil.
Slipping back to his room, Aaron placed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing a mile a minute. Off his meds, Aaron found it hard to stem the surge of jealousy threatening to overwhelm him. He was glad Andrew had found someone who loved him the way he deserved to be but didn’t Aaron deserve love too? 
A soft knock sounded behind him. Aaron nearly leapt out of his skin at the sound. Oh, fuck. What it was Andrew? What if he’d seen him? With shaking hands, Aaron opened the door. For the second time that night, Aaron’s heart stopped. 
Vodka stained lips crashed against his. Aaron’s mouth opened on impact and he felt the warm slide of Kevin’s tongue on his. A moan tore from Kevin, reverberating down Aaron’s thought. It was a shot right to his core. Suddenly, Aaron’s clothes felt too tight, his body too warm. Grabbing the collar of Kevin’s shirt, Aaron hauled him into the room. 
“What the hell are you doing here?” Aaron panted as he tore himself away from Kevin.
“Missed you,” Kevin slurred as he leaned back in. Aaron shoved him away, sending Kevin crashing into the wall. The look of anguish that washed over Kevin’s features threatened to tear Aaron’s heart out of his chest. 
“You haven’t come near me in months,” Aaron hissed. “Why now?” Kevin opened his mouth but nothing came out. He tried two more times before dropping his gaze. 
“Because I got scared.” Wrapping his arms around himself, Kevin retreated into his shoulders. “No one’s ever made me feel like this before. All day, all night, you’re all I ever think about.”
“You don’t think about me on the court,” Aaron sneered.
“And you don’t watch me from the sidelines.” Aaron felt the blood rush to his face. It had been years since Aaron had prayed but now he begged God to bend the shadows of his room to hide the burning of his ears. “Exy was all I’ve ever had. Back then, I played to stay alive but now… now I play because I know you can’t take your eyes off me when I do.” Kevin reached out slowly, giving Aaron time to move away. Relief flooded his face when Aaron didn’t flinch. As Kevin’s hand cupped his face, Aaron leaned into the touch. Pulling their bodies flush against one another, Kevin bent down enough to rest his forehead against Aaron’s. “I don’t want Exy to be the only thing I love anymore.”
“Then pick something,” Aaron whispered. He could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage as though it was trying to escape. He knew what was coming but nothing prepared him for actually hearing it.  
“ I pick you,” Kevin replied. Their lips collided once more and Aaron let Kevin steer them to the bed. Collapsing onto it in a tangle of limbs, Aaron felt like himself for the first time in months.  
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j3mjj3m · 5 years
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hmmmm... renison... kissing under the mistletoe..... having picknicks.... studying together..... first kisses...... casual handholding and love eyes while their friends (foxes) don't realise they're dating.... not actually secret relationship the foxes are just oblivious...... "oh, you have a gf?" asks Kevin, "Have had for the past year thanks for noticing," answers Allison,, "you never even introduced her!!!" "uhhhh ????" (Andrew knows, he's always known, because he's witnessed Renee's pining)
uh DUHHHH
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The fact that Renee was goddamned pining over Allison was a travesty in the first place. Them actually getting together? Nightmarish. 
What Andrew didn’t anticipate, however, was how painful it would be to sit around and watch the walking disasters that were the Foxes fail to see what had to be the most obvious romantic shitfest that Andrew had ever witnessed. And Andrew was dating Neil.
Dating. It tasted strange on his tongue, but he found it more tolerable than boyfriend of, or the insufferably vague partner. 
He leaned back into beanbag, holding his beer between two hands. Neil glanced up to him from where he was sitting between his knees, with an eyebrow quirked to the meaning of yes or no? When Andrew nodded, he dropped his head onto one knee, and paid attention to the conversation around them. 
Andrew pondered over the stages of Renee and Allison’s relationship. It was a slow, gentle thing, that began with some misplaced affection and misinterpreted emotions. Seth’s death made it messy, but it also blinded Allison from her worth. Not that Andrew thought she was anything more than a catty bitch. And Neil’s close friend. And now, Renee’s girlfriend.
Andrew remembered watching Renee, who’s gaze would automatically flit to Allison after Seth’s murder. What had once been concern, soon turned to confusion, as she continued to clench her hands in the material covering her knees: A long skirt, exy shorts, loose trousers. 
She fought harder, dirtier, whenever they sparred. Andrew was never one to instigate conversation, but when she overthrew a punch and almost buckled her elbow, he grabbed her shoulder. She looked at him sheepishly, understanding the thin wrinkles of anger between his brows. 
“Sorry.” She muttered, fiddling at the stupid fucking cross around her neck. “I know I’ve been acting strange. I just need to - work past this.”
He didn’t ask what. He didn’t really care, so long as she worked it out. 
So it continued. Confusion quickly transformed into denial, but not about sexuality. Andrew understood her reluctance to encroach onto vulnerability: Renee didn’t want to scorn Seth by going after Allison merely months after his death. Renee also didn’t want to use Allison’s vulnerability to satisfy herself. 
Then the whirlwind of an Exy season happened, and, if Andrew was honest with himself, his attention was entirely consumed by his auburn haired death-magnet. He was pretty sure that Renee had quelled whatever infatuations she’d formed for Allison. What he hadn’t expected was to see the exact same thing unfold from the other side, like a goddamned mirror. 
Allison wasn’t someone you could describe as twitchy, but she certainly grew uneasy around Renee. She compensated this with dialling up the bitchiness, often scathingly dismissing Renee before spinning on her heel and leaving the room. Andrew hated it, hated how Renee’s bottom lip would quiver ever-so-slightly, because Renee thought Allison found out about how she felt (or had felt) and was disgusted with her. Renee still loved Allison as a friend. 
And yet, Andrew could relate to Allison, as much as he didn’t want to. The easiest out was to express vehement hatred, and drive that person away. 
It was the summer after what Andrew would now call The Year, or in other words, Neil’s hellish version of a freshman year. All the Foxes, old, new and newer, were settling into the dorms. Everyone steered clear of Andrew and Neil, the terrifying unit that they were. It was just how Andrew wanted it. 
Then Renee came hurtling into their flat. Kevin and Neil were out on a run: Andrew was sat by the window, letting smoke trail lazily into the air. She had her fingertips over her mouth, eyes widened just a fraction with shock. 
He paused, waiting for her to speak. 
“I kissed her.” She mumbled. 
He waved her off. “If you’re hiding in here, I’ll only give you half an hour.”
She relaxed immediately, crossing the room to perch herself on the desk beside him and offering him a gentle smile. “Thank you.” 
They talked for more than half an hour: Kevin and Neil returned, they both showered, Kevin went off to Wymack’s for dinner and Neil eventually joined in with the conversation. Andrew put a hand in his hair and challenged Renee with an eyebrow. See what forwardness can get you? 
She took the hint, and with a shy smile, slid off the desk and left his dorm. 
From that moment onwards, Andrew was keenly aware of both Renee and Allison. The next day they were hedgy around each other. That night, they went out, dressed antithetically to the other: Allison wore a skin-tight white dress, hugging from the shoulders to the knees, bright red lipstick and red heels making her look like a straight-man’s dream. Renee, in a soft, grey sundress, wore a pair of tights and a cardigan, with little clips in her hair. 
Neil snorted when he saw them leave. “Fucking finally.” 
Andrew was almost surprised, giving him an appraising look. “How long have you known? You’re not exactly apt at noticing these things.”
Neil crossed his arms petulantly. “I’m perfectly apt.”
Andrew arched a single brow. “Need I remind you that I had to tell you, word for word, that I’d give you a blowjob, before you realised?”
He flushed. “Fine. Allison’s been mooning over Renee to me since after the championships game.” 
Things were noticeably fluid from that moment on. Renee and Allison were a thing: they linked arms and shared jumpers and pecked each other on the cheek. Except, that was rather typical behaviour of the Fox girls, so no one noticed. 
Literally no one. Not even Dan, who’d walked in on them sleeping in the same bed, and Allison had complained about their broken heater. She’d taken it without a thought and hopped into the bed with them. Likewise, Nicky, the self-acclaimed “Gaydar-Master”, had teased Allison about a hickey, only to ask who the lucky guy was. Honestly. Andrew’s cousin was an embarrassment. 
The movie had been turned down in favour of conversation: None of the freshmen were there, but neither was Aaron or Nicky, who’d left to get food for the rest of them. Neil slowly turned his head and pressed a small kiss on the inside of Andrew’s knee. 
Andrew watched Allison send him a vicious smirk, entwining her fingers with Renee’s and bringing the back of her hand to Allison’s mouth. It left a pink lipstick print. 
Neil looked up at Andrew with another silent question, who rolled his eyes and leaned forward to Neil’s ear. 
“You have to make everything a competition, don’t you.” He muttered. Neil grinned softly. 
“Is that a no?”
He settled his beer on the ground. “Keep it respectable, Josten.” The glint in his sky-blue eyes was menacing. 
Gently, Neil drew Andrew’s knees over his shoulders and interlocked his arms around them, brushing careful fingers on the exposed skin of his ankle. Allison draped her legs over Renee’s lap. 
Neil pulled Andrew’s hand down so that his chin was resting on Neil’s head. Ridiculous. Idiot. “119.” Andrew muttered. 
Allison leaned in to whisper in Renee’s ear, brushing her hair behind her ear. 
Neil craned his head up, and Andrew rolled his eyes before indulging him in a quick kiss - barely a moment long. Neil looked back to Allison with victory in his eyes. 
She scoffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder, cupping Renee’s jaw and engaging Renee’s attention entirely. It was dark in the room, but not dark enough for the two girls to make out unnoticed. 
“What the fuck?” Kevin said around a mouthful of MSG-free pretzels. Matt and Dan looked at him, then looked at them, where they sat sheepishly with kiss-swollen lips. 
“Since when?” Dan yelped, throwing popcorn everywhere. 
Renee affected confusion, looking to Allison. “Almost - ?”
“Three months ago.” Allison finished, clucking her tongue. “Seriously, guys? Are you that obtuse?”
The door opened, Nicky and Aaron loaded with Indian food. Seeing everyone in various states of shock, Nicky grinned.  “What did I miss?”
Upon noticing Allison’s lipstick smudges and their flushed cheeks, he almost dropped the green curry in favour of screeching. 
Andrew put his head in his hands. He hated them all. 
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neil: smirks at andrew because he's knows they're gonna Win with andrew on their side / andrew, internally: god don't fucking look at me like that i'm so close to just giving in and kissing you right fucking here i can't believe you're making me put effort into this stupid fucking game but god ur so gorgeous i can't help myself i'll give you anything, Everything, you ask for
i relate to this ask because i too would do Anything for neil josten. he’s such a force of nature n he makes andrew’s heart do funny fucken things it hasn’t done in a long time god damn it 
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Hi, I don't know if you're taking prompts but I just read your scene about Andrew being there in Baltimore and it was amazing so I wanted to ask you to write something about Andreil + neck kisses, because I feel like this is a Very Important plot point that was not fully explored. Like maybe Andrew coming to terms with the fact that it's actually his favorite thing, and not knowing how to ask for it? Ugh I just finished rereading the series and I can't get enough of these stupid boys 🦊
(Thank you so muuuuch, and also I totally agree tbh)
He hates the way Neil always pauses to kiss at the hinge of his jaw on the way to his neck. It’s like a check point, the sweet press of a power button, and Neil doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. He kisses with his whole face too, dragging down over Andrew’s bottom lip and chin and throat with his eyes closed, like he’s too in love with the experience to even look.
It’s killing Andrew. It’s stoppering the air in his lungs and giving him stomach ache with how bad he wants it. You like it. I like that you like it.
Andrew hates that he likes it, the vulnerability of that bared neck. It feels like a mistake every time he does it, but it also kind of feels like he’s taken the first shots of the night and he can’t stop, like the more he drinks the thirstier he gets. Neil is such a mistake, but he’s so so easy to make.
Kissing — like this, with the covers pushed down and Andrew on his side with his hand up Neil’s shirt — feels inevitable. He can’t stop pushing up Neil’s springy cowlicks and Neil can’t stop fumbling down to Andrew’s neck and sucking. It’s so humid and nervy-tense between them, like it’s never been, like Neil is singlehandedly dangling Andrew off of a rooftop.
Neil passes his tongue over that root of Andrew’s jaw and Andrew makes a noise so low that it sounds wounded. He just barely keeps his hands from forcing Neil closer, chasing that moment where Neil can’t help himself, circulating between mouth and face and neck before Andrew directs his attention elsewhere. He just wants to stay in that circuit with his hands open and his head tilted back.
Andrew’s fist must go too tight in Neil’s hair because he pulls back frowning, lips red.
“Sorry,” Neil says. “Carried away.” He looks troubled by this, like he’s not used to being carried away by things that aren’t arguments.
“No,” Andrew starts, and then stalls out. His hand is still in Neil’s hair. He doesn’t know how to ask for this; doesn’t even know if he wants to.
“No?” Neil repeats. “Okay.” He leans back and off of Andrew, passing one hand through his own hair and undoing Andrew’s work messing it up.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Andrew says, and the way he’s exposed is too much — shirt pushed up in the tousle to pull Neil on top, hard and marked up.
“In my experience, no means stop,” Neil says evenly.
It’s exactly what he wants to hear, he realizes suddenly. Neil finds this humiliating way of giving Andrew what he wants without looking like he’s considered it at all.
“We have to get going, anyway,” Neil continues. “Practice in thirty minutes.”
“I’m not going.”
Neil gives him a look. “You always say that.”
“I’m not going like this,” Andrew says pointedly, and Neil’s eyes walk all over him. His face looks flushed warm and Andrew wants it under his hands.
He doesn’t ask to be kissed through it, but he does say yes into Neil’s mouth, his hand on himself, and that seems to get the point across just as well.
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He keeps thinking about it after that, in passing when Neil’s drinking from his water bottle and his throat is working, or when Andrew’s Exy gear presses into the marks Neil has left.
Sex always used to be something that he enjoyed and finished and left behind and now it’s starting to infiltrate other parts of his life. He’s conscious of missing Neil’s mouth in a sick and hollow way even when he’s already kissing it. He finds himself in front of the bathroom mirror several times a day, feverish, yanking down his sweater so he can see the bites Neil took out of him.
It’s this warp in his apathy, like a well-worn groove in a record, and he keeps getting caught in it.
The foxes have just won a match that qualifies them for the finals when Neil forgets himself, coming into the mostly empty change room beaming.
He was on interview duty, and his face is still tacky with sweat, his bandana shoved into his hair but not really doing its job, his face split down the middle. He looks like he’s just been taunting the ravens on camera. He looks like he wants to try his luck.
“You did it,” Neil says breathlessly. “You sent them home crying, fuck,” he laughs halfway through his own sentence, joyful, close enough to touch. “They couldn’t even get close enough to score.” Andrew scrubs a towel through his hair and effects cool disinterest.
“Their formations have collapsed since their king died,” Andrew says. “We’re better.”
Neil gets this hot look in his eye, and he walks in close enough that Andew can smell the blood on his collar from a punch to the nose, the sweat winking from his neck.
“Say that again,” Neil says, voice coming out a little garbled. He’s really in Andrew’s space now, his face completely untouched by the tension in his voice.
“I’m not indulging your Exy kink.”
Neil rolls his eyes and his neck all at once. “It’s not that,” he starts, opening one eye to look at Andrew and then the other. “It’s you saying ‘we’. I don’t know,” he breaks off, embarrassed.
“Yes or no?” Andrew asks, already taking the back of Neil’s neck in both hands. He finds himself nodding along when Neil says yes, and he’s kissing his mouth before he can think.
He feels drunk and ridiculous, the adrenaline lingering in his system from the game breaking from a jog back into a run. He licks into Neil’s mouth and steadies his head, feeling equally restricted by Neil’s gear and vaguely hot at the thought of it.
He waits impatiently for Neil to choose his neck over his mouth, hands tucking down from Neil’s hair to the warm skin at his spine. Neil moves, finally, abandoning the kiss halfway through and passing over his jaw to kiss open-mouthed at the hollow of Andrew’s throat.
His head throbs at the missed step. He slides his hand back into Neil’s hair and pulls him away a little roughly.
“Why didn’t you—“ he cuts off. The thought of putting what he wants into words is unthinkable.
“What?” Neil asks, licks his bottom lip, asks again, “what?” His hands had dropped from Andrew’s sides immediately when he was pulled back and Andrew physically yanks them back up, closing Neil’s fingers over his ribcage. He’s distantly thankful for Neil’s instant passivity, but he’s burning up.
Andrew tightens his hands in Neil’s collar, a strange simulation of a threat. “Here,” he grits, moving one hand to his own jaw and feeling the sensitivity of it like peach-skin in his palm.
Neil watches the gesture, eyebrows furrowed. His own hand moves up to touch Andrew’s jaw, and his expression changes.
“You like it,” he says, not really a question. He leans in to replace his fingertips with his mouth, and Andrew’s eyelids judder. “You always go still when I kiss you here, I wasn’t sure if you… if you didn’t like the way it felt—“
“I like it,” Andrew interrupts, feeling scraped open. Neil kisses him again, his mouth parting over the bone there, the line between Andrew’s cheek and his neck.
“Me too,” Neil says, strangely urgent. “Can I?” He lifts his other hand to the opposite side of Andrew’s face, and Andrew shudders.
“Yes.” All these yeses come too easily, a sickness that flows from his heart and infects his blood.
They stay suspended in that feedback loop, Neil noisily enjoying himself and Andrew struggling to keep the hitches in his breath buried.
Neil breaks away from his neck and holds the back of his hand to his wet mouth.
“Do that. More,” Andrew struggles to say.
Neil smiles slowly. “I thought I was the one with a thing for this.” He runs his thumb over the mark he’s just left and Andrew grabs his wrist.
“Then this works out well for you,” he says thinly. Neil’s smirking, but then his eyes drop to Andrew’s neck, and lower, and his expression goes sideways.
“Andrew,” he says, and the word gets sort of caught up in his breathing. He moves the hand on Andrew’s jaw down to his chest and presses.
“Not here,” Andrew says simply. Not on a contact high from the game, with Neil’s eyes still a tiny bit far away.
Neil steps back, chewing his own mouth. “I can wait.” And Andrew knows that, needs that, but for the first time he doesn’t know if he can.
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