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andrewminyarq:

“More importantly, why did Andrew agree to extend the deal? Was he still punishing Aaron for siding with their mother, or did he think enough time would make a difference? The latter seemed far-fetched, but Neil was inclined to believe it. When Drake left Andrew a concussed and bloody wreck in Columbia, the only thing that mattered to Andrew, the only person he needed to see, was Aaron. His own trauma was inconsequential; he’d cared about the blood splattered across Aaron’s skin. Andrew and Aaron had done this to each other, and they were locked in stalemate. They were unwilling to reach out and unable to let go.”

Maybe something about Andrew’s deaf ear

aceaaroniscanon:

okay, now that the issue of The Ginger Peach Thief is out of the way, sj is now assured that y’all are ready for some Serious Shit. before everything, i would just like to give @still-waiting-for-godot a big s/o for this because really, this was what got pre-nicky talks going on.

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  • here’s a list of facts:
    • andrew joseph minyard has been deaf in one ear since he was thirteen. aaron michael minyard has bad eyesight due to blunt force trauma to the head since he was thirteen. 
    • according to the police reports, phil higgins, foster parent, and andrew doe, foster child, were out on a drive for the day when a car side-swiped them, passenger-side to driver-side. 
    • according to the accounts from aaron minyard, he and tilda minyard were on the way home from a doctor’s appointment.
    • the medics found bruising on aaron that were there prior to the event, along with tilda’s dead body. andrew doe was found unconscious with multiple fractures to his right side and a concussion that cost him the hearing on his left side. phil higgins was the only person who got out of the wreckage, in shock and conscious.
    • the police found prescription drugs inside the minyards’ car, in a bag sitting safe between the driver’s and passenger’s seats for an illness neither minyard had. there was also a smashed bottle of whiskey in the back that had almost cost aaron more than his 20/20 vision, had the authorities arrived later than they did.
  • with that, phil higgins was left with two identical twins and no idea about if aaron had any relatives left to care for him. higgins used to work for social services, but even he didn’t know what to do with this whole mess.

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i. I absolutely cannot stand the snares of your hands,
or how I catch myself on your barbed wire mouth,
when I choke on your gasoline voice,
or cut myself on your switchblade fingers.
I loathe these weapons of yours more than I loathe the actual tangible knifes you keep hidden under your sleeves.
I hate that somebody did something so awful to you that you were forced to wear hatred as a second skin.
I hate myself more that I wasn’t there to shield you from it.

ii. I wonder how different our lives would be if we had been switched.
Me: Andrew.
You: Aaron.
Me: Given up on.
You: Kept.
Would everything turn out the same? Would we have led completely different lives? Would we be broken again? Made whole?
(Would she have hit you, too?)
(Would he have used me, too?)

iii. I hear the way people talk about you when you’re not there.
Like you’re this awful thing.
Like they’ve taken a bite out of you and realized you’ve gone bad in the middle.
When they speak, they’re trying to get the taste of you out of their mouths,
Spitting and spitting until there’s nothing left to expel.
Sometimes I want to say something.
Sometimes I want to argue.
But we come from the same batch, after all.
How can I argue when I taste just as bad as you do?

iv. I went to the Circle K around the corner one night and bought myself a pack of cigarettes: the same brand you use.
I stood outside and popped one in my mouth,
lit it with unpracticed hands.
I had seen you do this so often,
I thought maybe it would come almost naturally, like I had been the one catching fire to things all these years instead of you.
But the weight of it felt so wrong between my fingers,
the motions unfitting for me,
the taste acidic and raw and awful.
It reminded me too much of him—of that stray dog that follows you around all day—and less like you,
less like home.
I’m trying to understand this. I’m trying to be okay with you-and-him.
But there are some things that people shouldn’t get in the way of. This was one of them.
The box cost $7.89 and screamed your name. I didn’t even hesitate when I threw it away.

v. Every once and a while I’ll dream about that night.
Sometimes it’s me instead of you, or I can’t move at all and I’m forced to watch, or I beat him over and over but he keeps getting back up.
Either way, the entire time you’re just laughing.
Like I told a joke and you think it’s the funniest thing in the world.
I’m beating him to death and sloshing his blood around and you’re laughing like you’re at a comedy show.
Whenever I wake up from those dreams, I never want to sleep ever again.

vi. I never understand our fights.
Normal people throw around words they don’t mean and slam doors they would usually leave ajar.
But us?
We fight like our lives are on the line.
We fight like it’s a race and there’s only one winner.
You leave me aching and I leave you waterlogged.
We become such ferocious animals, all sharp teeth and heavy claws, ripping and tearing without a care to give.
The entire world comes to a stop when we have even the slightest disagreement,
a spotlight shining down to showcase our own personal brand of hate.
I sometimes wonder if that’s us making up for lost time.
All those years we never got to spend fighting like brothers.
Maybe we’re finally making up for that.
Maybe we’re trying to meet our quota before our time is up.
Before we can’t fight anymore.

vii. One time when you weren’t looking, I stole one of your pills.
I saved it for when you wouldn’t be around and swallowed it dry, felt it run down my throat.
I thought that if they made you smile all the time, maybe they’d make me smile, too.
But all I felt was this hallow ache in my chest,
like something bad had grabbed hold of me from the inside.
I was used to flying high, higher than most people would dream to go,
But this was just wrong on so many levels.
It lasted only four hours before I started to wind down, but that was one of the longest four hours of my life.
I wasn’t happy. But I smiled anyway. I couldn’t stop. My cheeks hurt after.
I think I understood you a little better after that day.

viii. I voted to name your cat Sir Fat Cat McCatterson. And I’m not even sorry.

ix. (I’m sorry.)

x. I love you.

Ten Things Aaron Wants To Tell Andrew (But Never Will)

princemoreau:

the foxes in pastel » andrew and aaron minyard

the strangled noise aaron made was his best attempt at andrew’s name. it was barely intelligible but it was enough.

andrew, who’d barely acknowledged aaron’s existence in the entire time neil had known them, looked immediately to his brother. andrew snaked a hand out from under the sheet and curled his fingers in a demand. aaron clambered onto the bed and reached for andrew.

“andrew,” aaron said, desperate and frightened. he held onto andrew like he thought andrew would disappear if he let go.

I would love to see the conversation Andrew and Aaron have that forces Andrew to give up Aaron in order to keep Neil! I wanna know what goes through Andrews head when he knows he has to let Aaron have katelyn so he can keep Neil! Idk if this is a good prompt or not but I love your writing !

simonspear:

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

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jostenjunkies:

i have a headcannon that Neil and Katelyn are really good friends and a few years in the future they meet up for brunch every once in a while but of course Possessive™ twinyards aren’t gonna let their partners go alone and they bond over not wanting to be there and by giving the other a Look™ each time they catch the other staring at their partner in awe so that’s how the twinyards meet for brunch every few weeks