so al @reneewvlkers had a very similar prompt so we decided to collab on it together. it’s not the most serious response but it does cover the scene!
it is a sunny wednesday afternoon. birds are singing, bees are drinking hot cocoa, and andrew and aaron are trying their hand at actually communicating
bee asks if they have anything they want to talk about
hoo boy does aaron
he is ready
aaron wants to #expose andrew for his double standards in making deals
he had been planning this for quite a while, ever since he saw how andrew reacted to neil returning from baltimore, and now was the time to act
so he explains all about their deal – andrew will protect him from people (he doesn’t specify girls bc he’s a dumb) and in return neither of them get ~involved~
andrew is just like yeah whatever he hates this deal not my problem, he shouldn’t have agreed to it in the first place if he was just going to bitch about it
Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
“Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
“You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said.
Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
“I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”
14. “How can I hate someone that I’m in love with?” (Hi there I combined this with another request, so this is the sequel to my 99 prompt with Neil getting hurt !!)
“All they had in the tooth-rotting section at the corner store was coffee crisp and triple fudge so I got both,” Neil announces, shouldering their door open with his hands full of ice-cream tubs and an array of keys.
He’s taken to wearing them on a lanyard like a school teacher, and Andrew knows he does it because he wants them at hand, near his heart. Renee bought him a fox charm and it hangs between the key to the court and the first one Andrew ever gave him — he’s memorized the shape of it without trying to.
Kevin glances at Neil over the screen of his laptop and stands immediately, walking wordlessly to his room. He retreats to his bedroom whenever Andrew and Neil are in a room together, lately. ‘A precautionary measure’ he’d sneered when Nicky had asked.
“Is that okay?” Neil says, suddenly standing above Andrew, head cocked.
“It’s acceptable,” Andrew replies, and opens his hand. Neil presses the triple fudge into his palm, and produces a plastic spoon from the shopping bag to balance on top.
“I figured you wouldn’t want to wait,” he explains, mouth quirked.
Andrew ignores him, hooking his finger in the plastic seal and breaking it apart. Neil collapses into the couch next to him, tossing his feet up over Andrew’s lap and dropping the bag on the carpet. Andrew looks at him. “It’ll melt.”
“Eat fast,” Neil says, and grabs Andrew’s first spoonful for himself.
“I should’ve let the FBI take you.”
“You should’ve,” Neil says seriously, “Now I’m your problem full-time.” He leans in enough that Andrew can see the chocolate in the corner of his mouth, the complicated relationship between his freckles and his burns —
“Andrew!”
He’s yanked back to the present by Nicky’s frantic voice, a high discordant thing like a wrong note in a bad piece of music. The rest of the foxes crest over the slant of the hallway, a wave of good intentions that pushes Andrew back into the wall and takes his breath. He can’t deal with them, he can’t escape to somewhere else when prying voices are trying to keep him here. He can’t be fighting to see Neil with foxes holding his hands behind his back.
“What’s the news,” Allison asks when they’re close enough, looking uncharacteristically haggard with her lipstick wearing away and her shirt untucked.
Andrew shakes his head.
“He’s not…” Dan starts to ask, horrified, and Andrew’s fists clench so hard his knuckles crack.
“No,” Matt says firmly. “The monster would be ripping this place apart.”
Andrew produces a knife instantly, and renee catches his wrist, eyes hard and terrible above her smile. “You’re going to get yourself kicked out of the hospital.”
He hates it, he hates it, because it’s the only thing that could’ve made him stop.
He drops the knife on the floor and Renee quietly stoops to pick it up and pocket it.
“He’s going to be okay, Andrew,” Nicky says earnestly, skirting carefully around Renee to stand in front of him.
“He’s survived worse,” Kevin agrees, an old haunted look on his face.
“Don’t,” Andrew says. It’s all he can manage.
There’s a knife in his chest and Neil has the handle; if he dies now the blade never comes out. If he dies it won’t matter how much armour Andrew puts on, the knife is already in, always.
@wymack AND I LOVE ANDREW WITH GLASSES FUCK WE’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS SO MUCH
so Andrew is the twin with the really bad eyesight like it’s fucking horrible okay he can only see like really blurry shapes and colors if he’s not wearing glasses/contacts
Aaron takes pleasure in reminding Andrew how blind he is but that’s a different story
so anyway, Neil has never ever seen Andrew with glasses because Andrew hates his glasses and even though contacts irritate the shit out of his eyes he will put up with the pain and annoyance just so that he doesn’t have to fucking wear his glasses
Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin are the only ones who know how fucking blind he is (because people having that knowledge is not good in Andrew’s opinion because it’s a weakness and something they could exploit over him)
sometimes Andrew stumbles around in the mornings as he makes his way into the bathroom because he refuses to put his glasses on
okay but I want you to imagine
two days after Neil and Aaron switch rooms, an exhausted Andrew comes out of the bedroom with glasses on, and Neil is making coffee in the kitchenette and just generally being loud as fuck
Andrew glares at Neil from the entryway and when there’s a pause in grinding the beans Andrew just says “What the fuck, Neil.”
Neil turns and almost drops the fucking coffee grinds everywhere because holy shit Andrew is wearing glasses
Neil opens his mouth and Andrew is like “don’t fucking speak”
too late Neil’s already whispered “you look so hot in those” because he does, Andrew looks sO ATTRACTIVE in glasses like poor Neil just cannot handle this level of attraction
Andrew doesn’t even deign to roll his eyes like he just fucking leaves and goes to the bathroom
BUT ANDREW DOESN’T TAKE OFF HIS GLASSES
he wears them for the rest of the fucking day because it’s Saturday or whatever and they don’t have practice but they end up running into the rest of the Foxes (duh, when do they ever not see each other)
no one knows what to think???? because “what Andrew needs glasses???” and also “fuck this boy looks so much softer in glasses???” (”And hotter!” Allison yells from the back)
and thus Andrew wears his glasses (and buys newer Hotter™ ones just for Neil) whenever he’s not on the court
anyway yes i fully support Andrew needing glasses 100% i need more of this
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.
Ha I had fun with this one 😀 can you tell I’m getting tired though pfft
Rule number one of Criminal Psychology 101: Don’t make eye
contact with the five-foot stack of unimpressed boredom that is Professor
Minyard
Rule number two: if I catch you eating the abomination that
is sour candy one more time, Johnson, you’re getting an F on your next essay
and I don’t give a fuck
Rule number three: stay quiet and listen because he may
sound like he doesn’t care but he knows a shocking amount and will talk
non-stop about his subject if you don’t interrupt and holy shit is anyone
recording this because you might just pass this class if you can memorise this
shit
Rule number four: apparently the professor carries knives
around sometimes? Don’t ask stupid questions
Rule number five: ask the stupid questions in his office
after the lecture and receive a free mug of cocoa with your answer
Rule number six: he will absolutely refuse to talk about any
personal issues but rumour has it one girl had a nervous breakdown about her
grades and he just marched her to the medical wing and gave her a blanket pass
but if you tell anyone he will glare
at you and that’s worse than the knives
Rule number seven: don’t mention the cat hair on his sleeve
Rule number eight: the professor seems to mark up essays and
projects on the criminalisation of mental illness and prejudice in the law
system so get on that shit and what the fuck this is horrifying reading
Rule number nine: the professor’s been a bit more chilled
lately? The betting pool is getting ridiculous on what’s causing it but
everyone seems to think he’s found a good lay; do not ever mention the betting
pool out loud
Rule number ten: what the fuck is that a wedding ring
Rule number eleven: why yes it is Johnson, congratulations
on having eyes
Rule number twelve: don’t scream when the extremely hot
languages professor comes in and kisses professor Minyard’s cheek hoe don’t do it
Nothing but My Aching Soul 