#Andrew is a nerd

[the-fox-with-no-name]

I couldn't resist, sorry for the poor writing I'm improving as I go.

Head Canon Skit: Andrew’s Silent Intent. Part 1

Wymack: [holding up a blueprint] "Andrew, why am I getting calls from the engineering department about you asking them to build...this?" [points to a design that suspiciously resembles hidden blades from Assassin's Creed] "What exactly is this contraption supposed to be?"

Andrew: [deadpan] "It's exactly what it looks like. But don't worry, it’s none of your concern."

Wymack: [raising an eyebrow] "None of my concern? It’s my team, Andrew. You’re part of my concern, especially when you're commissioning someone to make... this contraption. What are you planning to do with these?"

Andrew: [calmly leaning back] "Mind your pay grade, Coach."

Wymack: [rubbing his temple] "I'm not even going to ask. But if you use that thing on the court...or anywhere near my team—"

Andrew: [cutting him off] "You'll never know about it."

After Wymack leaves, Andrew pulls out his phone, quickly typing out a message.

Andrew’s text to Neil: "Payment sorted?"

Neil’s response comes almost immediately.

Neil: "Got it."

Andrew smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He leans back in his chair, glancing at the calendar on his wall. October 5th. Three weeks until Halloween.

With that, he goes back to his usual business, fully content with whatever chaotic plan he's concocted.

Later that day

Neil walks into the dorm after class, dropping his bag near the couch. He spots Nicky lounging with a controller in hand, completely absorbed in a game of Assassin’s Creed.

Nicky: [without looking up] "Hey Neil! You ever play this? It's so cool. The lore is deep. It’s all about this secret order of assassins, and they use these blades—" [pauses the game to wave his hand, mimicking the iconic wrist blade motion] "—that pop out from under their sleeves. It’s wild!"

Andrew, leaning against the counter, barely glances over. He clearly couldn’t care less.

Andrew: [flatly] "Not interested."

Nicky shrugs, going back to the game, but Neil’s attention shifts to Andrew. He watches as Andrew’s fingers subtly mimic the same wrist movement Nicky just made, almost absentmindedly, as if rehearsing something. Neil quirks an eyebrow, stifling a smile.

Andrew catches his glance but doesn’t acknowledge it. He just tilts his head slightly, as if daring Neil to comment.

Neil keeps his thoughts to himself, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He shakes his head, sitting down at the table to finish his homework, pretending not to notice while Andrew goes back to his own silent plotting.

Andrew's phone buzzed. With a single glance, he stood up and walked over to Neil. He didn’t bother slowing down, his hand outstretched, already expecting what was coming. Neil, without a word, pulled a stack of cash from his sleeve. Andrew snatched it without missing a beat and was out the door in seconds.

Neil returned to his homework, unfazed, as if the whole exchange hadn't just happened.

Nicky scoffed at Andrew leaving like that. Neil just smiled to himself.

Later that night, Andrew returned to the apartment. Everyone else was already in bed, except for Neil, who had fallen asleep at his desk again. Schoolwork was piling up, and Kevin had threatened to bench him if his grades started slipping.

Andrew walked over, noticing Neil still resting his head on the desk.

Neil: Did you see it? [Rubbing his eyes]

Andrew: [flatly with no expression] yes, it will be done next week. Although someone sold me out to coach so, Bill will get it done with no issue. 

Bill was a gearhead in Palmetto's engineering program, and he owed Andrew a favor. Andrew had already made sure to call it in.

One week later 

It’s late at night, and the dorm is eerily quiet as usual. Neil hears the soft sound of footsteps and the creak of a door. He sits up in bed, instantly alert, and sees Andrew slipping out. 

Curiosity especially when it comes to Andrew gets the better of him, and he follows, careful to keep his distance.

From the shadows, Neil watches as Andrew bends down to pick up a box left at the door. The label reads: “To Andrew. Happy cosplaying.” Neil’s eyes narrow in amusement. 

Andrew unsheathes one of his knives and without missing a beat, he slices through the tape and opens the box. He reaches in and pulls out a gleaming, mechanical gauntlet, its design unmistakable. 

As if sensing his presence, Andrew raises two fingers without turning around, motioning Neil to come over. Neil freezes for a second, realizing Andrew had known he was there the whole time. He walks over cautiously, his heart beating a little faster, but Andrew doesn't seem upset.

Andrew: [calmly, without looking up] "You're terrible at sneaking."

Neil stays silent, watching intently as Andrew slips the gauntlet over his forearm, adjusting the fit with practiced precision. He takes the knife he used to open the box and with a soft click, locks it into the gauntlet’s mechanism.

Andrew tests the motion, flexing his wrist. In a swift movement, the blade ejects, extending with a soft hiss. Neil can’t help but be impressed as Andrew stabs the box a few times, his strikes fluid and precise, just like an assassin from the game Nicky had been playing.

Andrew: [still focused on his work] "It’s not for cosplay."

Neil watches the blade retract with a soft click. Andrew finally glances at him, his expression unreadable.

Andrew: [deadpan] "Keep staring, and you’ll find out exactly how sharp this is."

Neil: [smirking slightly] "I’ll pass."

Andrew retracts the blade and stabs the box again, more out of habit than necessity. The blade moves with lethal accuracy with each strike 

Neil: “You’ve been practicing.”

Andrew: [calm, flat tone] “Some things don’t require practice. Just... intent.”

Neil leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Andrew’s movements. He stays quiet, his own thoughts churning, but he’s careful not to break the fragile stillness.

Andrew retracts the blade, letting the silence hang heavy between them for a moment.

Andrew: [finally turning, meeting Neil’s gaze] “What?”

Neil: [shrugs, unbothered] “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Andrew: [raising an eyebrow, with a hint of challenge] “Good luck.”

Andrew says nothing, continuing to toy with the gauntlet, but Neil catches the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. He steps back, giving Andrew his space, but now he knows he is enjoying the hell out of that. 

[dykekarkat]

the image of neil getting reluctantly dragged to a party going to light a cig and realizing he doesn't have his lighter so he's like 'hey does anyone have a light?' and suddenly there's like 15 different lighters directly in front of his face...his popular girl aura and stunning good looks literally EVERYONE is begging to be chosen...of course andrew immediately swoops in and steals him away but still...

[falafels]

pt.82!! <pt.81 pt.83>

katesethaaron in the club all long distances carabinered together so 1) aaron doesn’t get lost in a sea of tall people 2) katelyn doesn’t start doing cartwheels (does anyway, brings them crashing with her) and 3) seth doesn’t. just so that seth Does Not

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[scipunk]

Pretty in Pink (1986)

[ran7a]

[peachchiie]

in every universe

[lifemod17]

Hozier explaining the "river lithe" line in First Time

🎥: bitedownsalvador | tiktok

Roger's Place, Canada || 08/24/2024

[dustykneed]

not a SINGLE day goes by where i don't think about that post with the photo of andrew's death grip on alex's waist. you know the one

(i have, regrettably, once again, lost the damn post. if anyone has any clue as to its whereabouts i would be much obliged if you could drop the link lol. but at the very least i had the presence of mind to download the photo so here yall go xDD:

[half-shadowgalra]

And I Present you…

Will Solace being an Absolute Mad Man

Rip quality

rip me at school in 8 hours

I love this boi so much tho

he would freak out about Voltron

I love him <333

[starlordcumidk]

surprise visitor

TASM!Peter Parker x friend!reader

(reader has a crush on peter, peter doesn’t know)

summary: on a nightly walk you get surprised by the friendly neighborhood spider-man who offers to walk home with you. but you recognize his voice.

cw: not proofread, reference to song (Tek It Cafune), reader is friendly with a handful of spider-man characters, mischaracterization, swearing

wc: 1.5k

It was cool out, a perfect opportunity to get some fresh air and you took it. Headphones on your head, running shoes laced, comfy sweater and gym shorts on lock. You checked to make sure you had your keys and walked out the door, music playing as you snuck off into the night.

It was weird, walking around Manhattan with minimal foot traffic, but it was in between the hours of ‘going out’ and ‘stumbling home’ on a Friday night, so it was just you and some passerby’s. Quiet, easy, safe. Perfect. Just what you needed to get your mind off of finals for a brief period.

After twenty minutes, one of your all time favorite songs is playing and you can’t help but step in time to the music, quickening your pace as you smile a little, mouthing the words. Then another comes on and you can’t help but to skip a bit, losing yourself to the sound, feeling for a moment that you were completely free, even if there were teenagers on the opposite side of the street judging you heavily for your whimsy.

Well, that is until you see a bit of webbing hit the fire escape a few feet ahead of you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you look around for trouble. When there’s no smugglers, trenchcoat creeps or monsters in your line of sight you furrow your brows and turn around to keep going, but are stopped by an upside down Spider-Man.

You jump, heart pounding as watch as his jaw moves under his mask before you yank your headphones off and catch the end of his sentence.

“-ing tonight?” His voice is deeper than you anticipated.

“You scared the shit out of me, dude.” You say a bit breathlessly, moving your hand to your chest. “Repeat yourself, couldn’t hear you.”

“Ah- uhm… sorry- sorry.” He laughs softly and lowers himself to his feet, turning midair like it was nothing. “Are you having fun dance-walking tonight?”

“Uh- yea.” You say softly, suddenly a little embarrassed. Teenagers can go to fuck themselves but Spider-Man? Him stumbling upon your whismy walk makes you feel a bit too seen. ”Shouldn’t you be like… punching Green Goblin or something?”

The hero shakes his head slightly and shrugs, looking up and down the street. “Have you seen him anywhere? I’m really tired of that guy ghosting me.”

You let out a soft laugh and roll your eyes, nervously crossing your arms over your chest as you look at the masked man. “What about minor criminals? Any of those?”

He looks up and down the road again, somehow showing a lot of emotion even beneath the big white eyes.

“Note taken….” You say before looking up and down the road, only a few people off in the distance walking the opposite direction. The silence fell over the two of you other than the soft hum of ‘Tek it’ by Cafuné and the sounds of New York.

You were just standing there, eyes locked on Spider-Man, quite literally saying nothing for a long, long time. After you had enough of the silence you just nodded and went to put the headphones on.

But he jumped and held a hand out, stepping closer. “Wait! Wait-“ he paused, causing you to put the headphone back to their spot on your neck. “Let me walk with you?” A part of his voice was… familiar now. As if he was deepening it and speaking slower than normal before. It reminded you of someone but you weren’t sure who.

“Why?” Your voice is laced with the curiosity rattling in your brain, your brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched.

“What if a creep tries to rob you, can’t have that.” His voice is back to the slow, deep version, and now you can’t unhear the undertone of… someone you know.

“I thought you just implied that the streets were safe right now?” You add, turning slightly and starting to walk back in the direction of your apartment.

“Well, maybe I’m just bored and saw a very… fantastical dance-walk while sitting on a gargoyle.”

“I prefer the term whimsy walk, but I’ll take fantastical.”

“Whimsy walk?” He says with a laugh, the hint of his real voice slipping again and your mind starts to try and place it all on its own.

The height could be anyone, the build? That really rules out everyone you know. Most of your guy friends — Ned, Peter, Harry —- didn’t have this lean of a build. At least you don’t think Peter does, you’ve never seen him outside of his baggy sweaters or hoodie-flannel combo. Even when it was hot out, he keeps himself cozy, saying he has low iron.

“Do I know you?” You ask as you keep walking, turning your headphones off as you look him over, your mind still searching for the connection it desperately wanted to make.

“What?” He stutters out, deepening his voice a bit, knocking down to an unrealistic key. “I’d remember someone as whimsical and pretty as you.”

“Oh ew, don’t flirt. And don’t lower your voice like that, it’ll mess with your vocal folds.” You say, your nose scrunching again.

“You mean cords?”

“Nuh-uh, folds.”

He just laughs a little more, shaking his head as he continues to walk in step with you, looking at you for a moment before he softly speaks up. “I think maybe we have bio-lab on Tuesdays together.”

You immediately start to scan all 40 other students in your lab and try to find the ones that match his height and build. Only three are there, so you narrow your eyes at him. “So you’re either the frat bro with the curly hair, petri dish licker or…. Guy with the gauges.”

Except, he doesn’t sound or act like any of them. You can’t imagine petri-dish guy would be smart enough to fight the evil doers of New York, but then again, double lives are separate for a reason, maybe petri-dish was secretly charming and witty.

“Petri-dish licker?” He sounds horrified. You made Spider-Man physically tense up as he walked next to you. “God, I can’t believe you’d think I was Reid.”

“Hmm, but you know his name, so you know him. And your ears don’t look like they have gauges, so you’re curly.” You claim it proudly, even if you were extremely wrong.

“Nope. Not curly, good guess though.” He laughs and there’s that brightness, the one your brain can’t place without seeing his face and it’s bugging you so badly.

“What? But only curly, petri and gauges are tall enough for me to look up at and this… built.” You huff and close your eyes, walking blindly for a moment as you try to place him. “Are you petri? I mean- Reid?”

“No, stop suggesting I like to lick petri dishes.”

“Well, I can’t figure out who you are and I can quite literally see an indent of your ears, and you don’t have any piercings. So… if you’re none of them, I’m lost. You’re lying.” You keep your eyes closed, walking ahead and trusting yourself to find him in your mind somewhere.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you walk blindly, you know?” His voice lifts a bit and there’s a hand hovering over your lower back, ready to catch you if you trip or fall. “Open your eyes.” He says your name and it makes your skin crawl, you know him. You know you know him, more than you know any rando from bio-lab.

He’s a friend, or a friend of a friend. Maybe he is MJ’s new boyfriend. The one you met at her birthday party last weekend and comes around your group study sessions every time it’s supposed to be no distractions.

“Cam?” You ask softly, stumbling a little over a grate and feeling his hand grip the back of your sweater, keeping you upright.

“No.” He sounds clipped, like he was a bit offended by the suggestion.

“I swear, I know you… your voice.”

Spider-Man just shakes his head and peels up his mask just to the ball of his nose, taking in a deep breath, holding in a laugh. And the sound of his breath makes you look at him again, peeking with one eye, and you know that mouth, that small beauty mark on his chin. You look at them every day.

It all starts to click in your mind, the late night texts, the last minute canceling, the shit excuses. Your friend group chalked it up to him being busy with his part time job at the Bugle and his twenty credit hours and tutoring. But maybe he wasn’t actually working or tutoring. Maybe he was a fucking skyscraper crawling, bad guy pinching little shit.

“Peter?” You stop in your tracks and watch as Spider-Man trips slightly over the side walk, looking back at you as he starts to pull the mask back over his lips. Everything in you was on fire. This may be the angriest you’ve ever been, for some reason you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and grabbing at his mask. “What the fuck-“

Peter quickly grabs your hand, pulling it away from his mask and stumbled backwards, looking around and huffing. “Jesus, stop- don’t- I’m not….” His voice is low and he keeps your hand in his. “I don’t know any Peter’s.”

“Yea. Because you’re Pet-“ Before you could finish the words he’s gone, his hand dropping yours and swinging off somewhere in the distance. No goodbye, no explanation. Just… gone.

[sullenshrugs]

i love nerds.

the way they speak so passionately about topics that interest them. their hands flying around in the air as they explain with such intent and love. when they all get shy and flustered, face flushed pink after given a complement.

the way their glasses get all foggy and their eyes go so hazy after making out. how breathy and whiny they become after just a few kisses. heart practically beating out of their chest at the sight of you in their lap, kissing down their neck.

the way their hands grasp onto any part of you as you start to pull away. staring into their eyes, fingers running through their hair while they plead and beg for something more. anything more than just the sweet kisses your leaving on their face.

it's so adorable. i love nerds.

[yd-jinx]

Nerd Project

[nerdby]

I think toxic romance should qualify as a subgenre as horror, and I can't stand horror nerds that don't believe in subgenres. Like the kind of people who think that anything that isn't oozing shock value and gore doesn't count as "real" horror. The kind of people who say Flowers In The Attic is a psychological thriller or tragedy instead of a horror-tragedy.

Like how is tragedy not horrifying???

What is not horrifying about children being locked up, starved to death, and so completely cut off from human interaction that they develop an incestuous bond as a coping mechanism???

[thatneoncrisis]

race as an element in fantasy stories will never not intrigue me btw i will always yap about the external choices and author makes affecting the internal machinery of text itself and how intentional any given off the cuff statement appears to be

[yaoigremlin]

[cherryb4b3s]

Want that, need that, carve that