Whenever someone tells Neil to be the bigger person his response is always “I can’t I’m 5’3” but imagine when he’s in a petty argument with Andrew and Wymack tries to step in
Neil has extensive scars on his torso: a looping scar curving down the base of his throat over his collarbone; a pucker with jagged edges from a bullet wound a finger-width away; a shapeless patch of pale skin from his left shoulder to his navel; faded scars criss-crossing here and there; larger overlapping lines across his abdomen from his father’s knives; the shape of half a hot iron on his right shoulder.
“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)
To someone who’d spent half his life outrunning his past they were words from a nightmare. Neil leaped to his feet and slung his bag over his shoulder, but the scuff of a shoe behind him warned him he was too late to escape.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 