“It had been six months ago when Kevin called him,
sounding drunk off his ass and on the verge of a breakdown, begging Neil
for help. Andrew Minyard, guitarist for The Monsters, had been
assaulted by his old foster brother and it finally convinced the courts
to take him off the mood altering medication he’d been taking since
almost two years prior after an incident where he’d defended his cousin
from a bunch of homophobic assholes outside a club.
At the time,
he’d had nothing else going for him so he said yes. It was just meant to
be something to do for a few months. Now, well, he doesn’t really want
to leave.”
omg so over the weekend i read this wonderful band au fic and died and y’all should read it bc i’ve been thinking about it ever since
(refs def used lmao idk how guitars or anything work)
Andrew had nearly killed four men for assaulting Nicky and would have broken Allison’s neck for hitting Aaron, but when it came to crimes against his own person Andrew couldn’t care less. He held his life in less regard than he did anything else.
neil josten absolutely uses baby talk around his cats and i refuse to believe otherwise
Andrew on the other hand has whole adult conversations with them and asks them for their opinion on the news. When they meow back he answers like they’d given him an elaborate response. Sir is the diplomatic one who tries to see both sides of an issue; King has controversial opinions and he isn’t gonna budge.
Cass is a warning, a dream wrapped in venom, and Andrew has kept the memory close so he won’t make the same mistake twice. Andrew doesn’t live for himself anymore; he simply drifts from day to day, participating in life only because lying down and dying would leave his troublesome family undefended.
“I hate you,” Andrew said casually. He took a last long drag from his cigarette and flicked it off the roof. “You were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” “I’m not a hallucination,” Neil said, nonplussed. “You are a pipe dream,” Andrew said.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 