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Andrew "You can't put a leash on me" Minyard and Neil "I ask" Josten.

Andrew honey, you put the collar on yourself and handed the leash attached to it to Neil

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Neil being a little shit as always xD

andreil getting married (at court) for *insert whatever reason you want here* where they ask a rando off the street to be a witness and the rando happens to also be an exy fan so they ask for a photo and get one with andreil and the wedding certificate (idk how quickly they would get the certificate just work w me here) and then they're like "oh dw i promise i wont post this i wouldnt out you guys like that" except neil has an evil look in his eyes and goes "actually i think it would be wonderful if you posted it. right now even." and thats how the whole world AND the foxes find out about andreil wedding. matt and nicky are so inconsolable about it that their phones dont stop blowing up for weeks.

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... I don't know whether this is a demonic ship or not, but godamn, how did I get such a tame ship between all these options... @aidoneusmelindia your turn next!!

Aight. Let's play a game (BECAUSE ITS ALL FOR IT LMAO GOT EM)

Spin wheel twice and reblog with the absolutely demonic ship you've got

Every character is on this wheel. Every aftg character. If they aren't yes they are. They are.

Here wheel

Tagging @themundanemudperson and @yes-i-exist-shutup cause get rekt

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He was truly not a pipedream xD

I honestly think Andrew Minyard is among our strongest soldiers

Because how do you hold yourself togheter when Neil Josten is searching for you in every single room you are in, with those piercing blue eyes and auburn hair. Worst of all, you flirt with the idiot and he flirts back without even noticing he is doing it

I am sure after coming off of his meds and seeing Neil for the first time one of the first things he tought was: "fuck, not a side effect of the medication....and yeah, by all means, it wasnt enough to have eyes blue like the sky, mtf is a ginger too. Great"

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DADMACK AGAIN <3

“I bet on losing dogs” and it’s Wymack betting on the foxes, it’s Wymack creating a team of fucked up kids to give them a second, third, fourth chance, it’s Wymack never losing faith in them, it’s Wymack supporting them without a question, it’s Wymack never doubting them, it’s Wymack patching them up, holding them together. IT’S WYMACK NEVER GIVING UP ON THEM.

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THIS, this is Neil Josten Ladies and Gentlemen and everyone inbetween.

What is Neil Josten made of?

False names. Burned bridges. Hair dyed in motel sinks. Eyes the wrong color. Loud silence. Running shoes. Forgotten hometowns. A forged license and someone else’s smile.

He is the aftermath of Nathaniel’s death and the absence of a real identity.

So if the boy was never real to begin with… what exactly is still alive?

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"Then we'll rot together" _sir, SIR_

Here’s the dark fantasy Andreil snippet absolutely no one asked for. I gift it to @epicmarrowbonesoup and @corner-collects-rocks 🫵🏻

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The forest had no name on any map Neil had stolen. The kind of place old women whispered of in kitchen corners and dogs refused to cross. It grew like a bruise on the edge of town, swallowing sky and silence alike.

The trees did not whisper. They watched.

Neil's pulse raced as he pushed deeper, away from the bloodied sun sinking behind the horizon, away from the dogs howling his name on the wind. Prince, they called him. Heir. He spat on the title and ran.

His boots sank into moss that drank sound. The birds had gone silent. Branches closed behind him, knitting together like scar tissue. He turned back once, twice— no path. The forest had swallowed the kingdom.

Good, he thought. Let it choke.

He knew the stories. Everyone did.

Do not enter the woods. Do not speak to the gods. Do not look them in the eyes. Do not. Do not.

But Neil Josten, runaway prince, traitor’s blood in his veins and exile bleeding from his skin, had never been good at obedience.

He crossed the boundary at night, sweat slicing down his spine, his cloak sticking like rot. His boots were soaked through from the swampland, mud clinging like greedy fingers. The wind didn’t howl here. It hissed.

And something—someone—was already watching.

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He found them on the third day. Or perhaps they found him.

Andrew was the first. Not a word. Not a sound. Just the slow, inhuman turn of a head. His eyes were cold and deliberate, carrying the calm of something that kills without hurry.

Gold. Not the gold of sunlight, but the color of coins pressed to a corpse’s tongue. His hair was the shade of rot-bleached bone. He stood where the trees bent backward, refusing to touch him. The forest recoiled. 

Neil stared. He didn’t flinch. That had been beaten out of him long ago.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Andrew said. His voice didn’t echo but it lingered, like smoke in the lungs.

Do not speak to the gods.

Neil’s mouth felt dry. His hands trembled from exhaustion, not fear. “I know.”

And then Andrew did something so strange, so wrong, the forest held its breath.

He stepped forward.

Aaron emerged from the trees. Neil hadn’t noticed him—no shadow, no warning. Where Andrew was frost and stillness, Aaron was fire and venom. He stalked forward like a sickness, eyes blazing.

“This one reeks of blood and lies,” Aaron spat. “Send it back. Break its legs and let the wolves have it.”

“No. He’s pretty,” Andrew murmured, still watching Neil. “Like a corpse half-frozen in a pond.”

Aaron’s face twisted. “You want to keep him?”

“I want to see how he dies.”

But Neil saw something else flicker in Andrew’s gaze. Hunger, yes, but not for blood.

Andrew offered him a deal, as gods never should: “Don’t lie to me. Not once. And you can stay.”

That was the pact. Andrew didn’t promise power or demand blood. He wanted honesty.

It was crueler than any blade.

Neil slept in a house that wasn’t truly a house. It was made of bones and moss, with breath held in the walls. Andrew’s eyes seemed to follow him into every corner, cold as frostbite. Aaron watched him like a hound waiting for the order to kill.

It never came. Instead Andrew asked questions.

“Why did you run?” “What did you leave behind?” “What would you trade to forget it?”

Neil answered. Every time. Even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.

And every truth he gave, Andrew took like a lover’s touch.

On the tenth night, the forest gave Neil a dream: his father’s hands around his throat, the crown burning on his brow. He woke screaming. Andrew was already there, crouched in the shadows like a promise broken before it was ever spoken.

“You’ll never be safe,” Andrew said, voice low. “But I’ll make sure you’re mine.”

Aaron nearly burned the woods down when he found out. “He’s not worthy of us. He’ll rot, like the rest.”

Andrew didn’t blink. “Then we’ll rot together.”

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you are alive, neil abram josten

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Gods, I love me a good dadmack, dadmack for the win

Thinking about Wymack putting up with Neil, alone, during his senior year. None of the other foxes are there to deal with his antics. Kevin isn’t there to talk about everything Exy related. Andrew isn’t there to keep him grounded and sane. Allison and Nicky aren’t pushing him out of his comfort zone with his style, appearance, etc. Matt isn’t there to be a friend. Dan can’t help him captain his team. Aaron isn’t there to annoy him. Renee isn’t there with her gentle, reassuring smile.

I know that some of the freshman from the EC become Neil’s friends, but it isn’t the same as the OG Foxes.

So, he turns to one of the few people he trusts, Dad Wymack™️. Neil joins him in his office for lunch and tells him all about Andrew’s most recent Exy game. “Did you see how many saves Andrew made last night?” 38. It was beautiful.” *heart eyes* Coach returns his attention to the paperwork he was working on when Neil walked in. He half listens as the striker explains a movie that Nicky said he needed to watch to understand current trends.

After a game night, Neil goes home with Wymack, who now lives together with Abby, and stays for dinner with the couple, yapping about everything that plagued him that day. “I talked to Andrew last night and he was telling me about this drill his pro team does at practice. He thinks it’s stupid, of course, but I think it could help us get through the other team’s defense easier.” He goes on to explain the drill between bites of pasta and sauce.

When Neil leaves, Coach looks at Abby, feeling slightly dumbfounded, “I never knew the kid could say so many words in such a short time.” Abby lets out a chuckle.

“I don’t get any paperwork finished anymore with him around so much.” He explains with fake annoyance. She gives him a soft smile, “He just misses Andrew and the rest of our Foxes. I think it’s says a lot that he trusts you with the details of his private life. We all know how hard that is for him.”

Dad Wymack sits in his thought for a quiet minute, thinking back to the locker room in Millport with the brown-haired, brown-eyed boy who was scared to live. To the airport before the new year with the red-haired, blue-eyed boy who was fighting for his family. To a cheap motel in Baltimore with a boy covered in scars who fought to stay and live. Neil has come a long way and Wymack’s chest swells with pride and love for the striker.

Two days later, on Monday, Neil shows up right on time for Wymack’s lunch hour, but the older man doesn’t mind the sound of Neil’s chattering over their shared lunch. “Allison told me my hair is getting too long, but the shampoo she sent me is making my curls look “delicious”. I don’t know what she means by that, how hair can look edible, but Andrew says not to worry about it. Speaking of Andrew, do you know how much he has been bench pressing in the gym? He’s up to—“

Wymack lets out a quiet, exasperated sigh as he leans back in his chair, accepting his fate for the next year as Neil continues talking. He may act annoyed about his new lunch time guest, but it means a lot that Neil feels safe with him, even if that means learning about pop culture and Neil’s distaste for broccoli.

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#wombmates xD

wholesome twinyard where Andrew has always been a light sleeper, but when it's just him and Aaron alone in the room, then Andrew relaxes enough to take like a coma level of nap/sleep bc he knows Aaron's nearby

vice versa for Aaron whenever he crashes from the coffee/energy drink high from studying and Andrew is the only other person in the room with him

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Saw someone say Andrew Minyard is submissive like a guard dog is submissive and the way I'm so feral about that is not even funny. He chooses his owner carefully, knowing whether they're worthy of that power over him or not and when he picks, he's loyal down to the bone. He guards and protects (with little regard for himself). To others he's a scary wild card, but he's called to heel easily by the one who deserves it.

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This is so wholesome

Wholesome twinyard and neilaaron worsties. Based off this hc post where Andrew takes care of sick Aaron and Neil

Despite it being summer with warm temperatures there was a cold going among Columbia house. No one knows who was patient zero.

It could've been Nicky, who returned from Germany after visiting Erik, and came into contact with multiple travelers, being his normal talkative self and making tons of friendly acquaintances along the way.

It could've been Kevin, who actually broke his rigorous diet once Andrew finally found some guilty pleasure junk food to shut the Queen of Exy up about healthy balanced meals.

It could've been Aaron who was doing volunteer hours at the hospital in the children's ward where germ infected toys don't often get cleaned as they should when he's assigned to comfort the tiny bedridden patients.

It could've been Neil and Andrew tracking back whatever from their road trips.

Whoever did it, didn't matter, because everyone sans Andrew was sick. That meant, begrudgingly, Andrew had to nurse them back to health.

“Don't you have the blue Gatorade? It's my favorite.” Nicky complains in his corner of sickness, isolated in his bedroom.

Andrew stares at him with a bored expression. “You get what you get.”

He aimed the Gatorade at Nicky's head and his cousin barely dodged. Nicky pouts while opening up his drink full of electrolytes.

“Geez, why'd you have to get the strongest immune system? Your bedside manner is trash.”

“Aaron's the wannabe doctor. Not me. So, deal.”

And that's how it went. Andrew checked on Nicky, then checked on Kevin who was nesting in the living room recliner chair. Whereas Nicky still found a way to ramble nonsense even with a fever, Kevin was puking, often using his striker legs to run to the nearest garbage bin if the toilet wasn't close enough. Andrew tossed saltine crackers and a can of ginger ale into Kevin's lap. If Kevin was pale before due to his Irish genes, this illness makes him paler.

“I need to re-do our training schedule. We're going to be out of practice.” Kevin glumly worries as Andrew changes out the vomit filled garbage bin for a bucket.

“If you don't shut your face and let the medicine work, I'll skin you alive.” Andrew threatened and it did the trick, Kevin lounging back to promptly rest.

Andrew was so over playing caretaker. Nicky and Kevin are insufferable when sick. One would think Neil and Aaron would give them a run for their money. Both were very anti-medicine for their own personal reasons but surprisingly Neil and Aaron were Andrew's best patients. It certainly helped that both men latched onto having Andrew dote on them, and Andrew did treat Neil and Aaron with favoritism over Nicky and Kevin.

Beside Kevin, commandeering the living room couch, were Neil and Aaron. They weren't whiny or bitchy or assholes. They were being civil with each other? That was the first clue for Andrew that something was wrong. Neil and Aaron have a routine to piss each other off. It's a skill, the colorful insults and slick comebacks that they mudsling when all Andrew, Nicky, and Kevin want to do is chill in peace. When Andrew woke up to make coffee three days ago, he spotted Neil and Aaron on the couch, cuddled up of all things, and looking like absolute hell. That was day 1 of Columbia house catching colds.

Andrew checked up on his twin and his not-boyfriend last. He observed how Aaron and Neil shared a blanket, scooting closer to each other, their hazy eyes unfocused on the glowing screen of the TV. Neil was sniffling and Aaron was coughing. Neil was sweaty and Aaron was shivering. Neil used Aaron's shoulder as a pillow and Aaron used the top of Neil's head as his pillow. This uncanny sight was becoming the norm.

“Drink.” Andrew held out two cups of water that fizzed from dissolved medicine tablets.

Neil and Aaron obeyed, both silently basking in Andrew's attention, and gulped their waters like they were at Eden's taking shots. Andrew took their cups and gave them bowls of soup he prepared straight from the can. He watched Neil be able to scarf down piping hot soup while Aaron took his time to blow off the steam. Finally, Andrew held up a thermometer and frowned at the results.

“Nicky and Kevin are getting better. You two idiots keep passing your colds back and forth. You should separate.”

It's like Andrew had said something forbidden, the way Neil and Aaron stared at him.

“I'm serious. Aaron, you have your own bed. Neil, you can stay in mine or take the couch.”

“Where would you be?” Neil asked and Andrew arched a brow at how needy Neil sounded.

“Preserving my status as the last man standing. I'm not sharing a bed with you until you're healed.” Andrew just needed to know if Neil would take the bed or couch so he can bring his non-infected blankets and pillows with him to camp out.

“I don't wanna leave the couch.” Aaron's voice was hoarse from coughing.

“Me, neither.” Neil's voice was nasally from a stuffy nose.

Andrew didn't have time for this. “You guys can't keep passing the colds. It'll take longer for you to get better.”

And maybe, because they were both sick and not in their right minds, Neil and Aaron were a lot more honest in their reasoning than they usually would provide.

“Mom never stayed with me when I was sick,” Aaron revealed, snuggling into the shared blanket and into Neil's side more. “It's nice being sick with someone else.”

“Yeah.” Neil seconded, snuggling into Aaron as well. “I was on the run for years. Didn't get to be pampered much.”

Andrew wishes he could murder Tilda again for her lack of tenderness. He also wishes Neil talked about his own mother more and their secretive past that prevented standard caring. Andrew can't relate to Aaron and Neil's apparent desire for physical affection when ill, but he finds it amusing how similar they are. Guess that's why they argue with each other constantly.

“Fine.” Andrew let the delirious Neil and Aaron possessively claim the couch.

Even after Nicky beat his cold first, and Kevin a close second, it was nearly impossible to hang out in the living room because Neil and Aaron called dibs on the couch and refused to share. This bound Kevin to the recliner and Nicky to settle on the floor during movie nights. Andrew preferred to sit on the arm of the couch, making a pillow barrier between himself and Neil and Aaron because he'd be damned if he caught their colds.

Eventually, no one was sick in the house. Neil and Aaron pretended they hadn't been cozying up for a week half-conscious and fatigued. It was too late to be embarrassed, Nicky had properly snapped a bunch of pictures of Neil and Aaron sleepily hugging and drooling. Pictures Aaron prayed would never see the light of day if he had a say so. Neil, gold medalist in gaslighting, had perfect amnesia of such events and miraculously changed the subject every time it was brought up.

“Delete them all. Do it or else. Nicky, I swear I'll kill you.” Aaron hovered over Nicky's shoulder to make sure the evidence was destroyed. “If I find any in the cloud or sent to the Foxes group chat, Erik will be coming to your funeral.”

“Sheesh. Okay. I'm doing it. Not my fault you and Neil were sick buddies hogging the couch.”

“You don't remember anything. You sure?” Kevin once again tried to get Neil to acknowledge the truth.

“How about those Trojans?” Neil easily distracted Kevin, who fanboyed close to the sun over his favorite Exy team.

Little did Aaron or Neil know that Andrew already bullied Nicky into sending him the pictures. Andrew keeps a particular wallet sized picture tucked in his back pants pocket; Aaron and Neil leaning against each other, heads knocked together, snoring away.

“They'll never see the light of day. Scout's honor.” Nicky reassured, both Aaron and Neil's faces falling into relief.

Andrew wordlessly agrees with Nicky. Those pictures are for Andrew's eyes only.

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Someone: Is your husband... angry?

Neil: *looks at Andrew and processes all ten of his micro expressions and the position of his shoulders in the span of two milliseconds*

Neil: Oh! He's having a great time :)

Andrew:

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aftg social media au inspired by posts I saw and memes I had saved to my phone

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andrew winning an award in a big exy event idk like goalie of the year or the golden rackets

the camera focuses on him, his face is blank but he tilts his head so smug and pretentious. not because of the awards or the loud crowd cheering for him but!!! because andrew KNOWS he's about to get the best bj ever as soon as Neil get him alone in a room

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i’m sorry but andrew thinking neil would become less interesting when he came off the medication because drugs made everything bright and colorful but reality was dull and gray only for neil, brown eyed brown haired plain neil, to coincidentally turn up after winter break with bright red hair and bright blue eyes. they didn’t even let andrew have a moment of hope huh

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Tonight I am thinking about Kevin trying to buy a postcard during an away game at Texas. Going into the airport gift shop and coming back with a bag.

With nothing else to do during a long layover, the other foxes notice and ask why he’s suddenly buying postcards. Maybe Nicky takes the bag and pulls out the singular card. It’s got the outline of Texas on it, and unable to resist making a stupid joke, Nicky says,

“Thea’s never been to Texas?”

Kevin’s of course annoyed by this and takes the bag back without saying anything. Andrew, who’s nervous in airports and not opposed to starting a bit of drama cuts in and says,

“It’s for Jean, not Thea.” He was, after all, there the last time Kevin bought a postcard.

Nothing shuts the foxes up faster than the reminder that Kevin actually has a soul. Despite his best efforts and a “fuck you Andrew,” from Kevin, it’s Renee who smiles. She holds out her hand for the bag which Andrew swipes using his good arm and hands to her.

She studies the front of the postcard then gets up and walks to the same store to buy a different one. Neil catches her while she browses and asks her what she’s looking for. He makes a mental note of their conversation.

Two weeks later Jean receives two postcards from Texas. One from Kevin and one from Renee. It upsets him that Kevin said anything to anyone else about it but he hangs both of them up.

When Neil and Andrew finally take a short trip for a holiday break, Neil buys a postcard from a rest stop in Atlanta and sends it to Jean.

Jean almost drops this one in the sink.

“Neil?!” Cat asks, “oh my god, is he actually nice?”

“No.” Jean replies though he puts the postcard on the wall next to the other ones.

Between the three of them, Jean’s wall fills up. He meets the mail with excitement and hunger instead of dread now.

Renee sends one from Stephanie’s house with the the words, “you know, you could send one back.”