#how kevin or even andrew would come across in their own povs

[foxstens]

i love neil because while you're in his head his words and actions seem somewhat reasonable

but then from jean's pov he's just insane

[afurtivecake]

ok I'm going to have to defend Abby here. I know there is an argument that Abby should have known better than to say something like "My Foxes fight back," to Jean, a victim of recent brutality. It definitely comes across as tactless from Jean's POV and you would expect the nurse of a team of traumatized students to know what to say. But I don't think Abby actually knows what to say in these situations - and I don't think it's her fault.

This line from Wymack's bonus chapter suggests that Abby really doesn't have the same sort of background as Wymack and their players:

"David had sworn years ago not to interfere with his kids' fixes so long as they didn't get caught or end up hospitalized. It had led to more fights than he could count between him and Abby in the early days. She'd given in eventually, though she'd probably never forgive him for taking such a stance when he should be setting a better example. Maybe she was right, or maybe she didn't have enough nightmares to understand."

While Abby has agreed to back Wymack up on the issue of allowing players to take drugs, Wymack still believes that Abby privately disagrees. Wymack insists upon it because of his personal experiences in life and guesses that Abby doesn't have those same experiences to understand why he insists upon it.

It's easy to forget because of the POV the story is in, but Abby's reaction is the "normal" one. Most people do not support giving students alcohol and see it as their responsibility to stop students from taking drugs if they find out about it. Wymack only takes the harm reduction approach (i.e. allowing/giving recovering addicts the substance they are addicted to safely, instead of forcing them to be cut off immediately. A divisive approach, even nowadays.) because of his own experiences, not because he has formal training in addictions counselling/treatment. All Abby is doing, is sticking with what she knows and believes will help these young people.

Abby is very "by-the-book" in comparison to Wymack or even Betsy. She argues against taking Andrew off his medication and putting him in rehab immediately because she believes it goes against the recommended procedure of these situations. She argues against it out of genuine concern for Andrew, because she believes going against the recommended procedures will do him more harm than good.

It makes me think back to Abby's interactions with Neil back in AFTG, where Abby says, "Sometimes I think this job is going to kill me, seeing what people have done, what people continue to do, to my Foxes," right after Neil's been through hell at Evermore. This always rubbed me the wrong way because Neil's just been put through the wringer and all Abby can talk about it how much it's affecting her? She can give up this job at any time and walk away but Neil can't just walk away from being in his situation. But this is a really common sentiment among people who work with vulnerable populations. It's called "vicarious trauma" and it can happen when working with and empathizing with survivors of trauma. It can lead to lingering feelings of anger, sadness, guilt and burnout. Those feelings are no more Abby's fault that the feelings experienced in response to direct trauma.

The way I read it, Abby isn't trying to blame Jean or shame him for his victimhood. What Abby sees is a kid who acts like he's already given up on life, a kid who doesn't want others' kindness. It's not an unreasonable assumption to make; even Kevin and Neil have said that Jean "isn't a fighter." My interpretation is that Abby's "My Foxes fight back," is her attempt at copying Wymack's gruff support. I think she's hoping that a direct challenge will spark pride or defiance, or at least enough anger, to stop Jean from giving up. She's seen Wymack and Neil strong-arm Kevin into being brave all year, and I think she thought that that's what Jean needed to hear too. After all, it really seems to work when Wymack does it. But the difference between her and Wymack is that Wymack's understanding of what their players need comes from personal experience. He knows when the right time to say certain things are. Andrew tells Neil first thing, "Coach always knows what to say." And that's not because Wymack is a better person than Abby; it's just because Wymack knows from experience what they need to hear.

It's not Abby's fault that she doesn't understand them the way that Wymack does and that she can't help them the way that Wymack can. She doesn't have Wymack's lived experience. What's she's been doing this entire time is trying to understand what these kids need and trying to do the best she can for them with what she knows. She genuinely cares and she's trying, but she's making all the mistakes a normal person would make. And that's perfectly realistic and fine! It doesn't mean she doesn't care about the students she works with. It doesn't make her a horrible person. It just means that she's just kind of painfully normal. In fact, her painfully normal responses have helped too. Like when she hugs Neil and though Neil's not used to hugs (like, at all), it's new and comforting and something only she would have and could have given him at the time. And yes, she's going to fuck up from time to time and not be able to give people what they need, but that's part of caring for anyone.

[fandomtrash-whataboutit]

Another thing about the early chapter of sunshine court: the way jean spits vitriol at Kevin and Neil, everything he would be supposed to say to them like Riko was still in the room watching, only for him to still, deep down, care so much. Watching the game, begging for Andrew and Neil’s safety; looking at Neil and begging him to be telling the truth. It reminds me of Andrew and Renee: when everything in you tells you to write it off because no one has ever understood except, you can’t, because you know exactly how violently the person before you has suffered. The way jean’s pov is written is heartbreaking, because he comes across like an ASSHOLe because even his INTERNAL MONOLOGUE, his own MIND, have been turned against him. It’s funny, because seeing into his head makes us see so much less. If we only saw his actions, there would be no question about how kind and empathetic and caring he is. Im going to throw up

[mindthekat]

For an Andreil prompt, what about, childhood friends? Or maybe just them going on a date? Oh or Andreil + social media maybe?

okay so neil’s POV is HARD and this is the garbage i came up with? pls be kind

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The thought doesn’t even cross Neil’s mind until Nicky brings it up. They’re all huddled in the girls’ room for Dan-mandated movie night - something about “team bonding” - and Andrew is in an evening session with Bee which leaves Neil at the center of attention. Aaron won choosing rights this week by betting that the freshman wouldn’t even make it through a week of practice before making a “butcher” comment at Neil, which means they’re watching another stupid superhero movie. Neil is bouncing where he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch, glancing at the clock every five seconds. Something is exploding on screen when Nicky leans over and nudges Neil.

“What, you got a hot date with Andrew or something?”

It shouldn’t strike Neil as odd. The question. The assumption. It’s not like he doesn’t know what dating looks like for other people. He watches Matt and Dan get dressed up on off-weekends and go to dinner or a movie. Katelyn and Aaron have a standing date on Wednesday evenings after practice. But for Neil and Andrew, everything is different. It’s been months since Baltimore but Andrew still barely lets Neil out of his sight. The longest they spend apart is Andrew’s sessions with Bee or when they’re in class and even those hours are an exercise in self-control. It’s like Andrew can’t bear the thought of Neil disappearing on him again. Not after falling to his knees on shitty carpet in a shitty motel in the middle of Baltimore with Neil’s battered and bruised face tucked between his palms. Not after feeling the evidence of Neil’s stupidity and Lola’s insanity under his own fingertips. Not after waking up to Neil trembling and whimpering no, no, no in his sleep.

No, Andrew and Neil don’t do dates. They’ve traded them for promises, and stay, and yes. They trade kisses over the hood of the Maserati and unfinished cigarettes and keys to a house and a heart. Neil isn’t sure what going out to dinner or going to a movie could give him that he isn’t already getting. Because the thing is, Neil is happy for the first time in his life. He’s allowed to want things now.

“What?” He asks Nicky, confusion written all over his face. He spares another glance at the clock, counting down the minutes until Andrew is settled in beside him again, close enough to touch. Close enough to remind Neil that he’s alive and he’s allowed to have this.

“You. Andrew. Dinner and a movie?” Nicky prods, jamming his finger into Neil’s ribcage.

“We’re not..we’re not like that.” Neil stumbles over his words, trying to find the right ones on his tongue.

Before Nicky can poke and prod any further, the door swings open and Andrew makes his way in. The sight of him alone is enough for Neils heart to stutter. Andrews participation in team movie night is never a given. It’s as tentative as his consent is. A yes one day does not guarantee a yes the next day. But his sessions with Bee lately have been leaving him more unpredictable than usual. There’s days where Andrew comes back and won’t want Neil any closer than five feet away from him. There are days where he curls up into Neils space and finds contact with every inch of his body. Toes tucked under Neils thighs while they lounge on the couch. Pinky fingers wrapped around one another while Neil works on his homework and Andrew reads. Fingers wrapped in Neils overgrown curls, mouth pressed to the curve of his throat.

Today, it seems to be the latter. He shuts the door behind him and settles in on the floor next to Neil, burying his fingers in his hair almost immediately. Neil leans into the touch instinctively, without even meaning to. He tucks himself into Andrew’s side and presses a kiss to his temple, earning him a bite to his earlobe in retaliation.

“Shut up and watch the movie.”

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The thought doesn’t cross Neil’s mind again until a week later when Andrew is pressed against him, inch for inch. Andrew’s palms are ghosting over his sides, pressing into the curves of his ribcage and hipbones. He’s mouthing at Neils neck and driving his hips forward and Neil feels like a string pulled taut. Every point of connection between him and Andrew feels like a fire sparking.

“Where’s Kevin?” Neil breathes, squirming under Andrew’s hold on his hips.

“Fuck if I know.” Andrew sucks a fresh hickey into the base of Neil’s throat, next to where another is fading. And fuck, Neil might have a fetish for Andrew’s neck but he sure as hell has no complaints about Andrew’s attention to his.

If someone would have told him a year ago that he would have this, that he would have Andrew and the Foxes and a future, he would have laughed. A year ago there were only minutes and hours. He lived in moments between practice and class and games and lies. He couldn’t imagine weeks or even months into the future. He couldn’t dream of a moment beyond the one he was living in.

Andrew is hot and firm where he’s pressed against Neil, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but Andrew’s breath and the scrape of teeth across his shoulder.

“Wanna blow you. Yes or no?” Andrew pushes up onto his elbows to level a stare at Neils face, searching for something in his expression. Whatever he finds there and in the breathy Yes that Neil lets out must be enough because he mouths his way down Neils bare chest. He pauses to suck another bruise into his ribcage, running his tongue along the lines of Neil’s ribs.

It’s not often that they find time to do this, take time with one another. Now that practice has started again, night practices have resumed as well. If Kevin isn’t up their asses about running drills, he’s coping with Riko’s death with the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Andrew bites into the soft flesh of Neil’s inner thigh before tonguing at the tip of Neil’s cock. He’s been rock hard since Andrew undressed him but when Andrew swallows down, he nearly whites out at the feeling. He doesn’t last long. He never does when Andrew works him up first but i when he comes he shakes under Andrew’s hands.

“Can I-“

“Shoulders only and don’t watch.” Andrew says through gritted teeth before Neil can even finish his question.

It’s like this most often, Andrew getting himself off above Neil. There are bad days, days where Andrew kicks Neil out of the room or retreats to the bathroom to take care of his own arousal but most days it’s like this. Andrew holds himself up on one elbow while Neil runs his fingers across Andrew’s shoulders. Andrew’s other hand dips below the waistband of his sweatpants and minutes later, he’s burying his face into Neil’s neck and his entire body goes rigid above Neil.

After they’ve showered, they settle against one another in the bottom bunk, Andrew’s back to the wall and Neil tucked against Andrew’s chest.

“Andrew?” Neil asks sleepily, just on the edge of being awake.

“Unf.” Andrew grunts in response.

“Would you want to go on a date sometime?”

Andrew’s even breath against Neil’s neck is the only sound in the room for what feels like hours until Neil realizes that Andrew has fallen asleep. His hand is still wound tight in the fabric of Neil’s shirt but the small puffs of breath in Neil’s ear is distinctly even, the only evidence that Andrew is capable of relaxing.

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It’s after Andrew’s next session that Andrew drops onto the couch where Neil is knee deep in calculus homework. He drops two tickets into Neil’s lap and twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

“Friday after practice. I heard you like that shitty band that Matt always plays.” Andrew says unceremoniously, like he hasn’t just dropped two concert tickets into Neil’s lap. To anyone else, concert tickets might not mean much but Neil knows just how much Andrew is giving him with these two small strips of cardstock. It’s more than just acknowledging that he heard Neil’s question between warm sheets and Andrew’s breath against his neck. It’s acknowledging that he cares about what Neil wants, acknowledging that whatever this is between them is something he cares enough about to indulge Neil’s fantasy of normalcy.

“You heard me.” Neil says, eyes shining and jaw slightly agape.

“Of course I did. You never shut up.” Andrew says, though the quirk of the corner of his mouth betrays his smugness at knowing he’s the one to make Neil look like this.

“Andrew..” Neil says, still unbelieving. He stares at Andrew, as if he will disappear if he looks away.

“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll take Kevin.” Andrew replies, the small tilt of his lips saying otherwise.

Neil leans down to where Andrew is trying his best to scowl at him, slowly enough that Andrew could pull away if he needs to, and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.” He whispers.

If they spend the next thirty minutes making out on the couch, Neil’s calculus homework forgotten, well that’s nobody’s business.

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Andrew’s fingers grip Neil tightly as they weave through the crowd. The concert is standing room only and Neil already offered to stand at the back of the club so Andrew can press his back against the wall instead of leaving it to strangers. A few tables litter the edges of the standing room but they’re all full and Andrew is pulling Neil through the crowd until they’re close enough to the stage where Neil can see above the heads bobbing in front of them.

“If we’re going to go to a concert you may as well be able to see.” Andrew explains, as if he hasn’t turned the world on its axis with the amount of concessions he’s made for Neil in one week alone.

The evening is an exercise in growth and trust for them both. Andrew stands rigid through the opening act, though he does allow Neil to stand at his back with his hands on his waist. They’re not pressed close together but allowing Neil to touch him outside his direct line of vision is a first.

By the time the main act crosses the stage, Andrew is leaning into Neil’s touch. Whether it’s exhaustion from the week or just giving Neil another permission, Neil isn’t sure but he hooks his chin over Andrew’s shoulder and crosses his arms over Andrew’s stomach. “We don’t have to stay long.” Neil says, instead of I’m here and I see you.

“Shut up.” Andrew says despite curling into Neil’s lithe body. And Neil presses small kisses wherever he can reach: the side of Andrew’s neck, his cheek, the shell of his ear. The music is familiar, some songs Matt has played in the changing room after practice or during team dinners. Neil isn’t familiar with the lyrics by any means but between the sway of bodies around him and the heat of Andrew’s body, the lyrics strike him harder than music usually does.

'Cause somebody hurt me

Somebody hurt me

But I'm staying alive

And I can tell

When you get nervous

You think being yourself means being unworthy

And it's hard to love with a heart that's hurting

“Yes or no Andrew?”

Andrew is turning around in his grip before the question leaves Neil’s mouth, his hands finding Neil’s hair and tugging until Neil’s mouth is sliding against his. For a moment the crowd melts away and it’s just the two of them wrapped up in each other, pressed together at the chest and at the hips. Neil never takes Andrew for granted and anytime he has Andrew’s lips sliding against his, he is acutely aware of how lucky he is but getting to hold Andrew tight against him in a crowd of people is something else entirely. It’s stupid that he should feel possesive after everything they’ve been through. Andrew has shown him in more than words that he chooses Neil but there’s something that unfurls in his chest at knowing that Andrew is his.

“Idiot.” Andrew mumbles when they pull away for a moment, as if he can read Neil’s mind.

Their surroundings come back to them in pieces. They’re hardly aware of the song ending as they push through the crowd to make it out of the club. Neil reaches over the center console of Maserati in silent request. Andrew takes his hand wordlessly as he rolls his eyes.

“It’s just a hand.” He says.

“Its your hand.”

[s3r-en-d1p-ity]

Ego // Sweet Pea (part 1)

first imagine for sweets <33333 did this in honor of Riverdale s4 coming out ehehehehe also this is from the pov of sCaRLEtT bc I really like that name eheheh

As a serpent, she had an ego just like all of the other members. When Scarlett Calahan’s dad died the day she turned 13, FP was quick to follow James Callahan’s (known as JC) orders and she became a serpent.

Only, Joaquin, FP and Jughead were the only ones who knew that her dad died. FP told all the Serpents that he was diagnosed with alzheimer and that he should be left alone.

Scarlett had an amazing group of friends, until that fateful day. Her, Fangs, Sweet Pea, Joaquin, and Toni were that group of friends that everyone wished they had. When JC died, she moved to the Northside, enrolled in Riverdale High for freshman year, and abandoned her group of friends. She was taken under the wing by Fred Andrews, per se FP’s request. Because her and Archie were the same age, they got along quite nicely. Archie wasn’t bothered that she came off as rude sometimes, or that she had a massive ego and was quite the pessimist. He was, however, bothered by the fact that she was a Serpent.

“I just don't understand,” Archie had shrugged one day, sitting on his bed doing homework while Scarlett sat across from him, staring at that stupid football poster on his wall. “How could you be apart of a gang that’s so... violent?” He had said it like he was disgusted. And he was. Disgusted that a girl he was so in love with was in a gang, full of drugs, murders, and thieves.

“Dad’s request, Arch. I don’t mind, though. It makes me feel like I’m in control of something.”

She continued to show up to Serpent meetings and sometimes special occasions, if necessary. She fit in nicely in the corner, observing. On rare occasions, Tall Boy noticed her and gave her a smile.

Of course, even after she moved to the Northside, Joaquin was always in contact with her. On Fridays, when he wasn’t at the Wyrm, he’d climb up to her window and she’d tell him about her week. Sometimes during meetings he’d slip in the back with her.

At school, she didn’t have very many friends. Archie and Jughead, of course, but they all usually stayed clear of each other during school. Betty was very much creeped out by Scarlett, so that meant Kevin was too even though he was dating her best friend.

By the middle of sophomore year, everyone had found out that Scarlett was a serpent. She didn’t bother to hide her serpent jacket, and wore it to school. Josie started talking to her more, probably to use her as a charity case.

Cheryl, who was okay with her before, began the shaming as soon as she found out. All Scarlett could do was clench her fists and squeeze her eyes shut to avoid a fight, but one too many times that didn’t work.

One by one, everything crashed. She was accused of Jason Blossom’s death, found out her best friend and FP were partly responsible for Jason’s death, found out Mustang was found dead in a bathtub, and Joaquin had to wish her a tearful goodbye before he left town for good. Fred was shot, she spent days in the hospital, and the Black Hood was born.

“So, a little birdie told me today was your first day at Southside High? How’d that go?” Scarlett asked, finding Jughead typing on his computer at Pop’s.

Jughead looked up, smiling at Scarlett. “It was... interesting. Place is a shit show, I feel bad for all of them.” Jughead shrugged. Scarlett laughed softly, not expecting anything more from the Southside.

“Yeah? How was lunch? No Ghoulies messed with you, right?” Scarlett piled on the questions, narrowing her eyes. Jughead snorted, shaking his head.

“Sat alone. This girl named... Toni Topaz? You probably know her. Anyways, she showed me around and invited me to sit with her and the serpents since my dad’s one. I said no, and blah blah blah. Day went on and I met uh... some very interesting people.” Jughead explained.

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. I know Toni. Who’d you meet?” Toni had since brushed her off after she left the Southside. She remembers one time, just a few months after she cut them off, she was walking back to the trailer park to talk to FP, and Toni slammed her against the wall and slapped her.

“You think you’re so cool, ditching us for Northsiders huh? Were we really that bad? Stupid bitch, you may be a serpent by tattoo now but you’ll never be a serpent by heart.”

“This one guy, he asked me about you. His name’s Fangs I think? He seemed like he genuinely cared. Then, Toni cut him off before I could say anything and told him to shut up. This other guy, Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. Sweet Pea’s a real jerk, got mad at me because I wouldn’t hang out with them after school.” Jughead said.

Her heart jumped at the mention of Sweet Pea. She’d always had a huge crush on him when they were younger, and even now sometimes she found it hard to get him off her mind. She hadn’t talked to him or seen him since before she left unexpectedly. On another note, The fact that Fangs asked about her too surprised her.

Her phone dinged, and she picked it up only to find Fred messaging her that Archie was going to be with friends tonight and that he was almost done making dinner if she wanted some.

“Hey, Jug, I gotta go. But... will you do me a favor?” She asked, sliding her phone in to her pocket. Jughead hummed in response, looking up at her. “Tomorrow, you know, if Sweet Pea gets his head out of his ass, would you ask him about me?”

Jughead furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded nonetheless. I waved goodbye to him and then left, hopping on my motorcycle and going home, thoughts of Sweet Pea in my head.

Not but a few days later, Archie’s video of the Red Circle spread around and the red dot painted on white t-shirts everywhere began to make her feel sick. She had voiced her opinion to Archie, who completely brushed it off. The first red Circle meeting was held at their house, where Scarlett stayed in the kitchen and did her homework, since she had nothing better to do. She also just wanted to eavesdrop on them.

Then, there were people at the door. Veronica walked in to the kitchen, breaking Scarlett from her trance. “Um, Scarlett? Your... buddies are here. And I think they want to cause trouble.”

Cause trouble my ass, Scarlett thought. If only Archie could use his brain, this wouldn’t be happening right now. She got up, walking down the hallway to where everyone was crowded around the front door.

She pushed past everyone, joining Archie. “No, Scarlett-” Archie started, but was cut off by a tall black haired hottie she didn’t recognize.

“Calahan? This is the fucking idiot you’re living with? I thought Jones was lying.” He scoffed. Then, she recognized him.

“Sweet Pea?” She mumbled. He stared at her for a second, then looked back at Archie.

Before she knew it, they were all outside. She watched, with slight pride. She’d never doubt the Serpents’ pride.

After a while, she began to feel like something was going to go wrong. She saw Dilton bend down, pulling something out of his pocket.

“Oh hell no.” She grumbled. She ran over to him, tackling him to the ground. Then, she groaned in pain and felt Dilton do the same. The knife had sliced them both. Then, a gunshot rang out. She sat up in pain, seeing Veronica with a gun in the air and the Serpents racing away in their bikes.

Dilton was helped up by Reggie, and Archie grabbed her and helped her inside. Scarlett could tell Archie was pissed, so she didn't say anything to him when he stormed out of her room.

“Did you guys really jump Dilton Doiley and Scarlett? She’s a fucking serpent.” Jughead stormed out to the courtyard at Southside High during lunch. He approached Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea who all looked at each other.

“Where’d you hear that from, Jones?” Toni scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Archie.” Jughead responded plainly, looking between all of them.

“No,” Fangs shook his head. “The idiot stabbed himself, and when Scarlett tried to stop him from stabbing Sweet Pea, he stabbed her too.” 

Sweet Pea’s eyebrows raised in surprise, unaware of this. Of course, somewhere down inside his black heart, he had a soft spot for Scarlett. That spot was covered by a hard shell though, especially after she left them for some stupid Northsiders and thought she could remain a serpent.

“Um.. speaking of Scarlett... How is she?” Toni asked carefully. Jughead sighed, shrugging. “No one really knows these days. Not even me or Archie. Used to talk to Joaquin, but ever since he left... not really.” He explained.

“She was still talking to Joaquin? He never said anything about her.” Fangs said, looking at his friends. Toni shrugged, confused too.

“Um.. she’s coming to my trial tonight. If you guys wanted to see her.” Jughead added. Toni nodded and looked at Fangs. Sweet Pea only scoffed, mumbling something under his breath.

Scarlett found herself standing in the corner at the Wyrm, like always. Just this time, she didn’t have Joaquin making unnecessary, hilarious side comments. As  if someone was reading her mind, a tall figure appeared next to her. “Didn’t know you actually came to events like these.” Sweet Pea scoffed. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m a serpent, whether you like it or not, Sweet Pea.” She snapped back, not bothering to look at him, and lose her whole I’m-a-bad-girl facade.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Calahan.” The tall boy replied. He stepped closer to her, and she only straightened her posture to show him she was just as tough as him. “You may think you’re a serpent because of your jacket, or your tattoo, but you’ll never be a serpent by heart. How could you be, if you ditch the people that need you the most? Your own family? If you never show up to the meetings, mingle with the enemies, you could never be a serpent.” Sweet Pea said, in his slow, deep, intimidating voice.

Scarlett snickered, stepping closer to him. They were chest to chest. “Honey, you’ve got me all wrong. I’ve been here the whole time. Maybe not the same school, but I’ve been at all the meetings, all of the important events, hell, I was there when you were initiated, I was there when Toni was, I was there when Fangs was. You just didn’t see me. And, don’t assume things if you don’t know the whole story. You think you know shit, but you don’t. Get your head out of your ass.”

“I should be the one saying that to you, Calahan. You think you’re hot shit, prancing around with the Bulldogs, pretending you don’t know us. You ditched us for crying out loud! And not once did you explain, or even say bye! This is the first time I’ve seen you in 3 years, for gods sake!” He yelled.

I rolled my eyes, pushing past him and walking out of the bar. I could hear his footsteps behind me, and before I knew it, I was being turned around and my lips were pressed against the one person I’ve been dreaming of kissing since second grade.

i think this is really bad ahahahah i didn’t edit it oops

[jeni182]

Possessive

I had a few people request my fic His from Andrew’s POV, so here you go! You can find Neil’s POV here.

Andrew was in the gym lifting weights with Kevin spotting him when his phone buzzed with a text message. He finished his reps and put the weights down and checked his phone. It was from Neil

‘I’m fucking bored come sit next to me.’

Andrew let the warmth he felt furl in his stomach for just a moment before pushing it down and sending back a response that just said ‘ok’. He stood and grabbed his bag and went to leave.

“Hey! You’re supposed to spot me next!” Kevin yelled to him as he was walking out the door. He lifted his middle finger in response, his back still turned to Kevin and left the gym. He was only slightly sweaty since he was only halfway through his workout, so he decided to skip the shower. Not like they could get in to too much while sitting in the library. Also, he looked damn good after lifting weights in the tank top he was wearing. He wasn’t an idiot.

Neil was there studying…something. Math probably? He wasn’t sure but it didn’t matter. He would go sit next to Neil because he had nothing better to do, he told himself. He was sick of Kevin’s mouth anyway.

Also, Neil was nice to look at when he was concentrating. He always stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, just a little. Andrew didn’t even think he was aware he was doing it and he did not want to draw attention to it because if Neil ever stopped that tiny tongue blep…well. The quality of Andrew’s life would never be the same.

He made it to the library and walked through the doors, immediately searching for Neil. As soon as he found him sitting with a stack of books and looking like he’d been running his fingers through his hair, a guy stepped in front of Andrew blocking his way. He looked up in annoyance. Really? Didn’t he know who Andrew was? It was like, the 3rd lesson freshmen learned when they came to PSU. Stay the fuck away from the Minyard with the armbands.

“Hey,” the guy said. “I’m Jason. I’m a transfer to the soccer team this year.”

Well that explained the lack of survival instinct. Andrew was confused. Why the fuck was this guy telling him this?

Jason shifted nervously from foot to foot at Andrew’s stare. He was too tall and had fake blonde hair slicked back in a greasy hair cut. “Ah, anyway. I’ve seen you around and…well I think you’re really hot. So…here’s my number if you ever want to hang out?” He held out a slip of paper to Andrew.

Andrew looked down at the paper, and then up at Neil. And almost laughed at the look on his face. He was livid. His face was flushed and Andrew could see his nostrils flaring from across the room. Oh, yes. That was Neil’s murder face for sure. Andrew willed his own face to go blank.

“Here,” he said gesturing to a nearby table. “Come sit over here and I’ll give you my number.”

Jason’s eyes went wide. He obviously wasn’t expecting that. He agreed eagerly and walked over to the table, sitting down in one of the chairs. Andrew followed and took the phone Jason offered him. He played with it for a minute before looking up at him.

“I’m so bad with technology. I still have a flip phone, if you can believe it,” Andrew said, pressing random buttons and pretending to enter his number into the phone. Jason tilted his head back and laughed too loud for it to be natural. Andrew flicked a look Neil’s way and raised and eyebrow at him.

‘What are you going to do, hm?’ that eyebrow said.

He looked back to Jason who was grinning stupidly at him. He held the phone in one hand and leaned the other one on the table, moving in a way he knew would made his arm flex. Jason took the bait. Jocks always did. He eyed Andrew’s arm with a glazed look and bit his lower lip. Andrew had just handed him back his phone when he felt a wave of rage approach him. He looked up to see Neil, still red faced and fuming, stomping over to them.

Oh. Oh, this was going to be good.

Much to Andrew’s surprise, he marched right over, grabbed Andrew by the face and kissed him. Hard. It was quite a nice kiss, actually. Andrew decided he liked fucking with Neil very much.

Neil broke the kiss and looked to Jason.

“Andrew’s busy right now. Sorry.”

Andrew didn’t get a chance to see Jason’s reaction before Neil grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. Neil stopped a few feet away from the entrance and spun around to face Andrew.

“What the fuck was that?” Neil practically yelled. Oh, he was so mad. This was a very good day.

“What was what?” Andrew asked, feigning confusion. “Oh, you mean Jason? Nice guy.”

Neil was bright red all the way down his neck. He was breathing hard now, and Andrew thought he really might choke. There was a vein right below Neil’s eye that always stood out when he was really mad, and Andrew was delighted to see it make an appearance.

“Nice – what the fuck, Andrew? That guy gave you his number and you took it?! And you gave him your number back…” Neil’s shoulders slumped. He looked away from Andrew, out across campus at nothing. His breathing slowed down and his eyes dimmed. Andrew could see where this was going, and this was not what he intended.

Andrew grabbed Neil by the back of the neck and brought him close to force him to look. He knew Neil was an idiot. But for him to think Andrew could possibly want that guy over him? That was insane, and Andrew had seen and done a lot of insane things in his life.

“Hey, I was fucking with you, you idiot. I didn’t give him my number. I played with his phone and handed it back to him. I couldn’t resist after seeing that ridiculous fucking look on your face.”

“What look?” Neil asked, all innocent eyes.

“That ‘I’m the butchers don and I’m plotting a murder’ look.”

Neil winced slightly and Andrew almost regretted the words, but the wince was replaced with acceptance and Andrew knew had been contemplating the best place to hide a body before he stomped out of that library.

“So, you have no interest in DBP?” Neil asked, as he took a step away from Andrew. Andrew dropped his hand and watched Neil fold his arms over his chest. He was standing with his feet shoulder width apart, planted firm as if he was prepping for a fight. Or to run. But that was lost on Andrew as he processed Neil’s words.

“Who the fuck is DBP”

“DBP! Douche Bag Pompadour!” Neil said with all the seriousness he could muster, like Andrew was an idiot for not knowing the ridiculous nick name he had bestowed upon this guy in the 5 minutes Andrew was talking to him in the library. Douche Bag Pompadour? Really?

But, Andrew supposed, that guy really was a douche bag. With really bad hair. He stared at Neil and tried to beat down the smile that was threatening to break free. Neil did not deserve to be rewarded for his idiocy. But he didn’t quite manage to beat it down all the way, because as he stood there staring, Neil moved closer.

He leaned forward slowly into Andrew’s space, and he pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth where Andrew knew that traitorous smile was lingering. Andrew’s breathing hitched and something warm and familiar curled up in his chest. Those lips were always a brand on his skin.

“I do not want DBP,” Andrew said when Neil pulled back. Why would he even have to say that? He lifted a hand to the side of Neil’s face and ran his thumb right under his eye. Right where the worst of the burns from Lola were. He looked Neil dead in the eye.

“You’re all the idiot I can handle.” He meant that to the depths of his being.

Neil leaned forward again, Andrew’s hand still on his face. He slid it around to cup the back of his neck again when Neil put his mouth right next to Andrew’s ear so they were cheek to cheek.

“Do you want me to show you what an idiot I can be?” he whispered. Andrew found it suddenly difficult to breath. He sucked in a breath and felt Neil smile against his cheek. When did he suddenly lose control of this situation? He wasn’t sure, but he was suddenly very interested in being alone with Neil in a dark room somewhere. Didn’t matter where, really.

He forced his face back to neutrality once Neil pulled back to look at him. He was grinning slightly, but his eyes were still a little unsure. Andrew rolled his eyes to hide how badly he wanted press Neil against the nearest wall and turned to walk away.

“Come on. I’ll buy you a coffee to soothe your fragile feelings.” It was a peace offering the only way Andrew knew how to make one. He wanted to have a bit of fun with Neil and it was fun. But he couldn’t even fathom Neil thinking Andrew could possibly be interested in anyone else.

Neil grabbed his hand as he caught up with Andrew, and Andrew allowed the small bit of PDA. Neil was staking his claim and Andrew was okay with that.

He liked possessive Neil.

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Daycare: Andrew Hey I love you u make me cry a lot can u tell me if Andrew gets attached to bee because like as someone who works with children if we even give the slightest attention or appreciation to the “special” (meaning hard to deal with or special needs) they just kind of... latch onto you?

Oh, Andrew definitely gets attached to Bee and there is going to be a lot more of that coming up in future extras and in future chapters. At this point in the fic, he’s already known her for a while and has grown attached to her. That’s going to come up more in the future and has come up a bit with Nicky calling her for help in the fic, but here is an extra from Andrew’s pov with some context of how he and Bee got to where they are now with a scene that may also appear in next chapter from Nicky’s pov at the end of this.

Fox Daycare extras 6/?

Andrew wasn’t used to trusting adults and he had been sure he was going to hate Bee.

Sure, Bee didn’t get mad in front of Nicky when he made a mess or got angry and lost control, but that meant nothing with eyes on them. She’d made other kids leave the area he was in to give him some space but she had never taken him to her office before he knocked over and smashed all of Matt’s Lego because he was bored and Matt had gotten onto his nerves trying to play with them. They had gotten into a fight and even though Matt was bigger, Andrew held his own and didn’t immediately feign remorse when adults interfered.

“Andrew,” Bee said when she stepped between them. “I think you need to come to my office to calm down.”

“No,” Andrew said.

“If you want to stay out here, then you need to show me you can be calm,” Bee said.

Andrew really did mean to, but Matt was already talking about him and Nicky was looking at him all disappointed and Matt still had Lego that hadn’t been broken, so Andrew kicked it as hard as he could in Matt’s general direction.

“This is not calm,” Bee said. “Come to my office.”

Andrew had zero desire to go to her office and be alone with her, but he stalked off ahead of her anyway so that she wouldn’t grab him to drag him there against his will.

When he got to her office, Andrew pushed her as hard as he could to test her and to try to convince her that she did not want to spend time around him so that she wouldn’t keep taking him to her office, even if she had left the door open. He kicked and punched at her and bit her, but she didn’t hit back or get mad. She didn’t grab him to stop him. She just took a step back or to the side to get further away whenever he struck her. She was different than other adults. She didn’t try to touch him after he first flinched and jerked away from her when she reached her hand out toward him after he first punched at her legs.

“You can be as angry as you want,” Bee told him. “Everyone gets angry. There’s nothing wrong with it. But it’s not okay to hit people. I brought you in here so you can calm down and keep yourself and everyone else safe.”

Andrew didn’t think it was okay for people to hit him or Aaron, but when he was angry he had a hard time keeping his own body in control. Something about the fact that Bee didn’t fight back and that she was against hitting made Andrew switch to kicking the armrest of the couch in her office as hard as he could instead.

“Hit whatever you want,” Bee said as she sat down in the armchair across from the couch. “Let your anger out on the furniture all you want. It won’t feel it.”

Andrew didn’t get quite the same sense of satisfaction as he kept kicking the couch, but he was angry enough to keep going. He expected Bee to be bluffing and snap at him to stop, but she just sat there and waited. She didn’t care that Andrew was being bad. She wasn’t yelling at him or grabbing him or punishing him. She was just sitting there and watching.

He kicked and kicked and kicked until he was too tired to keep going.

“Are you done now?” She asked.

Andrew said nothing.

“Will you come sit with me when you are?”

Andrew ignored her for a moment and stood there in defiance, but he didn’t get a reaction out of her so, eventually, he sat down. Maybe, if he listened to her, she would let him go back to Kevin and Aaron sooner.

“Do you feel better now?” Bee asked.

“No,” Andrew said honestly.

He expected her to argue with him or try to force him to feel better.

Instead, she asked, “Would you like to sit here for a while longer?”

Andrew said nothing. It felt like a trap. He didn’t think he would be allowed to leave so easily.

“We don’t have to talk,” she said. “We can just sit here until you’re ready to go back out. I can even get you an extra chocolate milk.”

“Okay,” Andrew said cautiously. He still did not trust her, but he at least was going to get chocolate milk out of this.

She got up and went to a mini fridge in the corner of her office and pulled out a chocolate milk container that resembled a juice box. He was surprised when she handed it over to him with no strings attached. He thought for sure she would try to force an apology out of him or try to make him promise to clean up Matt’s Lego before she would hand it over.

They sat in silence as Andrew tugged his straw off the box and jabbed it out of the plastic. He stabbed it into the box and drank his chocolate milk as quickly as he could, afraid that she would change her mind and start questioning him, but she sat in silence while he drank. She didn’t ask him if he felt better when he finished.

“You can leave whenever you feel ready,” Bee said. “Or you can stay as long as you want. This door is always open to you when you need it and you can always go back when you feel ready.”

Andrew dropped his empty milk box on the floor and left.

The next time Bee pulled Andrew, it was after Allison had shoved Aaron out of her way. Andrew had shoved her back much harder and Allison had yelled at him about how much trouble he was going to be in and how important her parents were.

Andrew had shoved her again and warned, “Don’t touch him.”

“Then tell him to stay out of my way,” Allison insisted.

Andrew had been about to hit her again when Bee interrupted.

“Allison, go,” Bee said.

Allison hesitated but then after a moment, she left with a smug smile that said she was certain she had gotten Andrew in trouble.

Andrew knew that she had not learned anything so he went over to the cubby where she kept her stuff and grabbed her backpack. He dumped her backpack out and grabbed books off of the floor and began ripping them while Bee followed him.

“What are you doing?” Allison snapped as she walked back over. “Stop touching my stuff, freak.”

“That’s not yours!” Dan yelled at him.

“Hey, stop!” Matt insisted as he reached out and grabbed Andrew’s arm to try to stop him.

Andrew jerked out of his grip so hard he almost fell.

“All of you away,” Bee said. “Go play by Nicky. It’s my job to worry about Andrew, not yours. Go.”

None of them seemed very happy about it, but they slowly trailed away. Andrew could still feel their eyes on him though.

He was angry and he wanted to wreck more of his things but something in him didn’t want to disappoint Bee any more than he already had when she was getting them away from him. He stood there seething and trying to decide whether to wreck more or not and Bee seemed to sense how frustrated he still was.

“Would you come to my office with me?” She asked.

Andrew considered, then asked, “Do you have chocolate milk?”

“I always do,” she said.

Andrew stomped over to her office without a word.

“Would you like me to leave the door open?” Bee asked.

“Yes.” Andrew was surprised that she had bothered asking for his opinion but relieved when she listened to him and left the door wide open.

He stomped over to the couch and sat down on it with his arms crossed while she got him chocolate milk.

He waited for the lecture as he opened his straw, but she just sat down in her chair again without yelling at him for hitting Allison and wrecking her stuff when she had shoved Aaron first and shown no remorse for it. Andrew had no doubt she would do the same again and he knew he would react the same next time.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” Bee asked.

Andrew glared at her and said nothing as he slurped chocolate milk.

“Maybe why you hit Allison?”

Andrew said nothing. He knew that saying she deserved it would get him nowhere, but she had deserved it.

“If you ever do want to talk to me, you can tell me anything you want and it will be our secret,” she said.

Andrew wasn’t going to fall for that so easily. He barely knew her. Maybe, she wasn’t totally intolerable, but he wasn’t about to give her information to hand over to Nicky and whoever else she felt like telling.

“Okay,” she said. “If you don’t feel like talking, then can I tell you a story? Maybe it will take your mind off of Allison and help you calm down.”

Andrew glared at her but didn’t tell her no.

“Is that a yes?” She asked.

Andrew glared for a few moments longer, then decided it wouldn’t be the worst thing to listen to her story and find out more about her so he would know better whether or not to trust her.

“Yes,” he said and then purposely slurped his milk box extra loud so that she wouldn’t think he was too eager to listen and so she wouldn’t think he was behaving too well and expect him to act the same way again later.

At first, Andrew only walked to Bee’s office of his own accord at her request so that he wouldn’t be carried or dragged, but as time went on he started dreading entering Bee’s office less and less. It became a much-needed break instead of a timeout. He liked having extra chocolate milk. He liked getting away from the other kids when they were getting on his nerves. He liked that Bee asked him if he wanted the office door open every time and respected his answer every time. He liked that Bee didn’t push things or yell at him and would let him sit in silence when he wanted or would tell him a story when he was in the mood for a distraction.

The first time Andrew went to her office without being asked was a day when Kevin was annoying him more than usual. He kept pushing for Andrew to play games he didn’t want to and talking about exy and arguing and Andrew couldn’t listen to Kevin try to convince him to play pretend exy one more time so he stalked off and walked into Bee’s office to get a break.

She seemed surprised that he was there as she glanced up, but she covered it up quickly.

“Andrew, what a surprise,” she said. “Would you like me to leave the door open?”

Andrew glanced over his shoulder and saw Kevin watching him from too close, waiting for him to come back out. He didn’t want Kevin watching him and listening. He didn’t want to see Kevin while he was trying to get a break from him.

“No,” Andrew said, even though he was well aware of the risk he was taking. At least this would be a test to see if trusting Bee was a smart move or not. She hadn’t given him a reason not to trust him yet and if she did this time, then he would avoid her from now on.

“Okay,” Bee said as she closed the door behind him. “If you change your mind, we can open it whenever you want.”

Andrew said nothing as he sat down on the couch and waited for his chocolate milk.

“Did you just come here for milk or is there something bothering you?” She asked as she handed him a milk box.

Andrew figured the truth wasn’t too dangerous and he didn’t feel the need to be openly hostile to Bee anymore, so he answered, “Kevin’s annoying and I need a break.”

“Thank you for coming here and taking a break when you need one to keep you and everyone else safe,” Bee said. “I am glad this is a safe place for you.”

Andrew didn’t say anything and played with the straw in his milk so he wouldn’t have to look at her because he did not know how to react to her words and was uncomfortable.

“You and Kevin do spend a lot of time together,” Bee said. “It’s hard to spend so much time with someone and get along with them all the time.”

Andrew definitely did not get along with Kevin all the time, but he had promised to keep him safe when he had found out what had happened to Kevin at his old daycare that made him so skitterish and clingy. Kevin had agreed and they had become inseparable. Kevin could be annoying, but Andrew had picked him to spend time with nonetheless and he wasn’t about to go back on his promise.

“I don’t want to talk about Kevin,” Andrew said.

“What do you want to talk about?” Bee asked.

Andrew considered for a moment. “Tell me another story.”

Andrew knew that most of the other kids at daycare had two parents. Kevin only had Wymack because his mother was dead and Neil only had his mother, but the other kids had two parents as far Andrew knew.

There had always been two parents in the foster homes Andrew had been in and he hadn’t liked either foster parent. Tilda hadn’t had any permanent figure in her life, but she’d had a string of men that Andrew had not liked in the brief time he had lived with her and Aaron before her death.

Andrew had never thought that he would want Nicky to start dating. Another adult around had never been a good thing in Andrew’s experience and he was still getting used to Nicky and didn’t fully trust him.

One day, as they were leaving daycare, Andrew heard Wymack talking to Nicky about Nicky being lonely though, so Andrew decided to take matters into his own hands. If Nicky was lonely and wanted to date someone, then maybe Andrew could help Nicky pick someone he could trust and wouldn’t mind having around.

The next day, Andrew walked right into Bee’s office when he got back to daycare after school.

“Do you want me to leave the door open?” Bee asked.

“No,” Andrew said because he had plans and he didn’t need anyone hearing and interfering or messing things up.

“Did something happen at school?” She asked as she got him a milk box, just like always.

“No,” Andrew said.

“Is something wrong or are you just visiting?”

Andrew shrugged.

“Are you here to talk or for some quiet?” She asked as she handed him his milk.

“To talk,” Andrew said. “Are you married?”

Bee looked surprised by the question.

“No,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

Andrew considered how much to reveal as he took a sip of his milk.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked.

“No,” she said. “But you’re a little young for me if that’s why you’re asking.”

“I’m not asking for me,” Andrew said. “But I bet if you wanted to come over for dinner with us, Nicky would let you.”

Bee let out a chuckle and then said, “I would love to come to dinner with all of you if Nicky asks, but don’t expect anything to happen between him and I.”

“Why not?” Andrew asked. “You don’t like Nicky?”

“I like him as a friend,” she said. “But I am not Nicky’s type anyway.”

Andrew mulled that over for a moment.

“Okay,” he said, but he thought he would still have to have a conversation to make sure that Bee was definitely not Nicky’s type.

Andrew and Aaron were watching cartoons while Nicky cleaned the dishes when Andrew got up and left Aaron behind to go talk to Nicky that night.

“Nicky,” Andrew said to get his attention.

Nicky turned away from the sink with a smile on his face that Andrew didn’t understand. Nicky looked like he had won the lottery just because Andrew had decided to talk to him and Andrew didn’t know how to feel about that.

“What’s up, bud?” Nicky asked.

“What do you think of Bee?” Andrew asked.

“I think she’s great,” Nicky said and Andrew felt his hopes get up against his will. Bee had said she liked Nicky but wasn’t Nicky’s type but Nicky thought she was great and that sure sounded like she could be his type. “You like her too. Don’t you? She’s been helping, hasn’t she?”

There was something in the way Nicky asked that made Andrew feel like his answer held weight, so he chose to ignore Nicky’s question altogether.

“If you like her, you should ask her over for dinner,” Andrew said.

“Maybe we could have her over some time,” Nicky said and then realization crossed his features. “Oh, do you mean like a date?”

“You said you like her,” Andrew pointed out.

“I like her as a friend and a coworker and someone who helps you,” Nicky said. “But not like that. She’s not my type, Andrew. I like boys like that. Not girls.”

So that was why she had said that she wasn’t Nicky’s type.

There was a moment of silence and then Nicky asked, “Is that alright with you?”

Andrew didn’t know why it wouldn’t be, but something in the way Nicky looked nervous about his answer made it harder to answer. Andrew didn’t want a big reaction out of Nicky just because he was alright with something he had no control over anyway. What did he care if Nicky liked boys or girls or both? It wasn’t like Nicky was bringing anybody around anyway and either way, if he started dating someone, Andrew probably wouldn’t like them if they weren’t Bee regardless of their gender.

“You don’t have to date Bee,” Andrew said.

“Maybe we can have dinner with her sometime as friends when we can afford it,” Nicky suggested.

Andrew left the kitchen and went back to watch cartoons. He pretended he didn’t care either way because he knew that ‘when we can afford it’ could mean that they had to wait a few weeks or could be the same as a no.

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Vegemite. Neil won’t have it on anything unless theres a lot of avocado involved. He tells the Foxes its best eaten by itself. Gives them each a spoon with Vegemite on it, gives himself one and cringes internally putting it in his mouth, but had to make it believable that it was the best thing his ever had. The Foxes all coughed and gagged trying it.

The one time Neil met a kangaroo, he got in a fight with it. Mary recorded the encounter. Later she had to prevent Neil from running it over with their car, not because she was trying to save the kangaroo, but because a crash with a kangaroo would land them both in hospital or kill them.

Neil’s motto when it comes to animals that could potentially kill him, “If an Irwin can do it, so can I.”

He swears a lot; “that little fucking fuck decided he wanted to fucking be a dick and took a fucking shit on my shoe when i wasn’t fucking looking! I hate ducks, like what the fuck!”

Wymack doesn’t let Neil do press duty unless he promises not to say the word fuck or any other swear. Neil physically struggles and ends up swearing in a whole other language, being banned from press duty once Wyamck got a translation of what he said.

First night at Edens and the Monsters lose him in the first second. Andrew had his back to Neil for a moment on their way to the bar, when he turned around the guy was nowhere to be seen. He was found later talking to strangers, a friend group, and they were treating each other like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in months. Mentioned strangers almost fought Nicky when they came across him assaulting Neil later that night. Neil went home with them, he was drugged and his new friends didn’t trust the people Neil came with. They took him back to Palmetto the next day when they were sober. Got maccas on the way back. Aussies are quick to make friends and are very welcoming to most.

Neil treats everything like its nothing. The Raven drills? Hard sure, but his pretty laid back about it which pisses Kevin off to no end. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously?!” Is met with an amused look. “But I am.”

He pronounces words differently thanks to his accent, its not heavy but its not subtle either. Andrew bites his tongue from correcting him. Allison and Matt try to have Neil pronounce it their way. Aaron and Seth mock the way he says things. Nicky, Dan and Renee just move along with the conversation.

Nathan is Australian. I’m comparing Nathan to Katherine Knight, only he gets away with it. That poor family…but I’m only comparing because Katherine was also a butcher.

Neil doesn’t realise that he has to pay when it comes to healthcare in the US until he does something stupid for fun and ends up injured, which leads to the hospital. One of the many things he doesn’t like in the US, if it weren’t for the amounts of money he had, he would have just changed identity and left.

Coffee. It’s not until he tries the coffee that he regrets coming to the US and immediately wants to go back to Australia. He makes his own coffee in the dorms and has to experiment until he somewhat replicates the coffee he loved.

You know the scene that was incredibly gay between Kevin and Neil like near every scene between them? Neil actually knows how it looks from outside POV and cracks jokes about it. On the Kathy show especially. The second Riko comes on set, Neil is laying the jokes on thick to direct Kevin’s attention off of Riko and onto him. Stealing the show, which pisses Riko off and leaves Neil satisfied.

He watches someone of the opposite team get injured, because of something he did, and shrugs it off. “She’ll be right.” A saying directed at anyone and any object regardless of gender.

Gets asked all these questions about Australia and bullshits every answer, especially if it’s Nicky asking.

Kevin and Neil start dating, but because of all the previous jokes Neil made about them, everyone thinks its a joke that Neil somehow dragged Kevin into. Even the media. Neil’s jokes about him and Kevin were doubted by many, besides fans who had spotted the duo when they were by themselves away from the media and team.

Neil’s went to the Ravens for two reasons. One you know so I won’t bother, and the other was to annoy Riko. Laying his accent on thick when the pair were in the room together and pissed him off like he had Kevin. Doing hard work but behaving like it was nothing. That Riko’s attempts to torture him was nothing.

Neil has a pet dingo, and a snake. The snake he still had, he had to save her from the Foxes when they first saw her and tried to go straight for the kill. She hung around his neck as he lectured them. Thankful that he wasn’t able to bring his dingo…jokes, he did. He was staying with Abby, since Wymack refused to take care of him. Abby thought he was just your average dog.

Anyway yeah, Kevin, Riko and Neil still knew each other as children. Only Kevin and Riko visited Australia to see Nathan butcher a guy. This plays into Kevin figuring out who Neil is pretty quickly because who else does he know that’s Australian, with a dark sense of humour, makes jokes about the Butcher of Baltimore and a case about him butchering a man and feeding the guy to his kids. A guy whose mum was British. That and he walked in on Neil dyeing his roots and putting the contacts in.

Yknow how Aussies are said to put shrimps on the barbie? yeah, someone says this to Neil in attempt to get along with him. An hour later Neil comes back with a barbie doll and some shrimp, sat the doll down and delicately put the shrimp on it.

Aussie Neil makes friends real fast, one word from him and the other person is treating him like they were friends who hadn’t seen each other in months. The time at Eden’s was different, he was pulled into the group because they noticed his hair was dyed and loved it, another asked where he got his contacts from. Just full compliments from them and Neil told them not to tell a soul since his friends from school haven’t noticed yet.

Wymack didn’t have to deal with book Neil when Aussie Neil appeared and slept on his couch. Aussie Neil was very talkative and cracked jokes whenever Wymack saw him. “what are you doing?” “everything but you” a wink and Neil was being kicked out for the day “mate, no need to be so butt hurt over a joke”

“I’m fine” is still said many times that it annoys people when he says it. But he also repeatedly said “mate” which the Foxes slowly picked up gave hints to how he felt about certain things. “mate” would mean his annoyed. “mate” would mean his exhausted. “mate” would be a subtle fuck off. “mate” would mean his excited. “mate” would be awkward. there was many “mate” being said

anyway, I’m Aussie born and raised, I don’t know anything about the stereotype and kinda just mixed in what I did know and what happens in my day to day life. the mate thing, i feel like only an aussie would understand ? fr idk, not sure about it

you don’t know the Irwins? how ???

Katherine Knight? search her up, I did an assignment on her for my english class back when I was in school (I picked her, teacher just wanted a random essay and podcast for whatever we wanted it to be on) and fuck that bitch was crazy, gotta write something similar about that case for Nathan

I didnt reread any of this, so spelling mistakes, repeated stuff, um idk, a mystery ? anyway beware i say even though i put all this at the bottom

listen listen,,,Neil but make him an Aussie, the stereotype type of Aussie

[writing-in-riverdale]

the list | short series

a rosie original story

written by: rosie and kelly

a/n: i’ve been working on this project for almost two months now and im so excited to finally share this with you all. special shout out to my amazing friend kell aka @sweetwater-cheryl for all the support and for helpin me bring this idea to life with all the behind the scenes stuff you do! please comment if you’d like me continue this series!!

plot: following a small town girl on a journey through letter form as she attends riverdale high the summer after one of riverdale own sophomores commits suicide, leaving behind a list of rhs finest and the events leading up to the teens demise. will guilt eat them alive? find out by reading the list inspired by riverdale and 13RW.🎤💰🔪🎸✨🍒📄💔

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y/n’s pov

it was just another friday night in the life of a teenager living in riverdale.

the almighty bulldogs had defeated the away team in over time and lead into their victory by our river vixens. the crowd went wild as the crowd scattered across the field.

so, we celebrated the only way we knew how, pop’s.

it had begun as a ritual between me and my best friend, cheryl bombshell blossom.

we’d spilt a milkshake and i’d get a burger, despite cheryl’s constant disproving tuts and glares as pop set down the greasy burger overflowing with fries.

she’d roll her eyes and sip her milkshake as she lectured me about how the beef would go straight to my ass. i’d just smile with ketchup stuck on the corner of my smile.

but tonight it wasn’t just me my burger and my best friend it was filled with all of riverdale high students, all basking in the glory of beating our stupid preppy enemies.

bringing me to where I am now, squeezed into our infamous booth with my 5 best friends.

the fiery river vixen captain cheryl blossom, super smart and kind even though she doesn’t let anyone see that side of her. she was the HBIC and everyone either feared her or wanted to be her.

the captain of the bulldogs and my second favourite redhead jason blossom, cheryl’s twin brother. he was a total player, when he wasn’t breaking up and making up with polly cooper he was exchanging saliva with half the juniors at the glorious thornhill parties

the raven haired jock that went by the name of mantle the magnificent, reggie mantle. he was a typical tough jock softened to an actual puppy by the likes of me.

the closeted jock moose, between you and him he was a bisexual and hooking up with kevin keller at sweet water river, but if anyone asks he’s dating midge.

and last and definitely least riverdales resident golden boy chuck clayton. jock and coaches son, huge player that doesn’t believe in commitment or morals for that matter.

it was just the six of us -well- seven if you count midge sitting on mosses lap with her tongue down his throat, but I don’t.

the six of us squished into the small booth all picking from each others food as they talk sports and their grand win.

“mantle you were a beast tonight!” chuck leans over me to place a punch in reggies right arm.

he moves his hand to ruffle the jocks hair, resting his arm around my frame.

“I had a lucky charm.” he winks to the group

snaking his hand down to my waist placing a kiss on my forehead, I move closer to him my hands settling on his thigh.

“okay stop you’re being too cute its gross.” moose grimaces which causes everyone to groan.

“coming from the two swapping spit.” I retort swirling my straw in my coke glass, spiked with a little jacks.

midge shifts uncomfortably on her boyfriends lap, her hair falling from her high pony.

“yeah midge, why are you still here?” cheryl pipes up leaning across the booth where the couple resides.

“cheryl.” I warn giving her a glance 

“what?” she snaps back looking from her brother to chuck then over to me.

I sigh shaking my head.

“i’ll just go.” she announces pushing herself past reggie and I to exit the booth, practically sprinting out the front door.

“and the ice queen strikes again.” my boyfriend roars the group falling into laughter besides cheryl of course.

moose stands from the booth and rushes after midge the bell dingy as he departs.

“and then there was five, y/n you still turning down my offer to ride the chuck wagon?”

I roll my eyes, my boyfriend scoffing from beside me.

“in your dreams clayton.” he retorts pulling me closer to him.

I glance over to cheryl as her eyes train on the group a few booths away from ours, I stand quickly and slide between the blossom twins looping my arm in cheryl’s.

“you’re staring.” I state.

“gazing.” she corrects me.

I let my eyes wander over to them, the sad breakfast club as cheryl liked to call them. they were my childhood friends, I guess I outgrew them.

but there they were,

my oldest friend and once my next door neighbour, a jock that was also major eye candy but more baggage than any one could ever managed, archie andrews.

the new raven haired mystery girl, despite being here for at least 4 months everyone still referred to her as the new girl or ‘fresh meat’ as the boys liked to say as the stared at her ass. she was daddy’s little girl, veronica lodge.

the gay best friend, and the only member I seemed to keep in contact with anymore because he’s an actual cinnamon roll and always has the latest gossip, kevin keller. 

then there was the raven haired boy that lived on the southside leather clad of course, granted that he was now a fully fledged biker. he was quite the loner, no self esteem, always wore that stupid hat but i was glad to see he traded it in for a leather jacket. jughead got hot.

the only one missing from the club was the perfect girl next door, sweater wearing, kindest soul to ever be in riverdale, betty cooper.

my mind flashes back to that night and I sigh, guilt creeping in.

I catch cheryl glances at the cold seat in the booth, the teens that vacate it looking tired and glum. I don’t blame them.

“cheryl, don’t.” I warn her trying to pull her gaze

“I can’t help it.” she admits looking down as jughead catches her gaze, I offer a small smile and he just dips his head.

the boys feel our sombre aurora and fall silent.

“everything okay?” jason ask glancing between the two of us.

I open my mouth to respond but cheryl does before I get my first word out.

“we’re going home.”

she grabs my hand and pulls me from the booth.

reggie looks up at me confused, he thought you’d be going home with him tonight, shrugging your shoulder you mouth a ‘sorry.’

you knew he hated sharing you with the red head and it had been a long semester with the constant arguments between your two bestfriends as they claim that it was ‘their day.’

“okay. well, bye.” I smile dipping down and place a soft kiss on reggies lips before cheryl whisks me out of the diner and we begin the walk toward thornhill.

it was pitch black outside only dimly light as the street lights illuminate the side walks, the cool breeze fanning my face.

my phone buzzes, the blue light shining on my face.

Reginald: I miss you already

I smile to myself typing at a reply.

Y/N: I’ve been gone 5 minutes babe, i’ll see you tomorrow.

“who you texting?” cheryl asks cutting the silence with her sharp words.

“reggie, he gets worried when we walk back by ourselves.” 

she rolls her eyes, her head shaking from side to side as she unloops our arms.

“what?” I laugh, “he’s my boyfriend cher he’s allowed to be worried.” 

she continues to ignore me, her pace picking up as she struts forward.

“cheryl!” I call after her.

“what!” she yells back causing me to stop in my tracks.

“what’s gotten into you?” I argue crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

“your always with him even when he’s not here! can’t you just be with me for 10 minutes?”

you sigh kicking the pavement with the bottom of my chucks.

“you’re right, I’m sorry. you have my full attention.” I admit defeat and she huffs.

I roll my eyes and run over to her jumping on her causing her to let out as stiff chuckle before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“here this is all the attention.” I joke clinging to her as I nestle my head into her neck.

“okay, okay, I get it.” she laughs trying to pry me off her.

we both laugh as we loop arms and head up the cobble driveway leading to the iron gates of thornhill.

“are we going inside? cause i’m feeling a little tipsy.” I giggle leaning against the girl.

my phone vibrating once more.

“it wont be the first time my parents have seen you drunk.” she laughs back.

the sound of yelling and the front door slamming shut makes us both jump

I watch as Clifford darts across the courtyard rushing toward the barn.

“maybe I shouldn’t stay-” I add wearily fishing my phone out of my pocket only for cheryl to grab at my wrist.

“its not like its the first time you’ve experienced my family’s drama.” 

I dip my head in guilt reading reggies name across my dimly lit phone, the truth is that you didn’t want to stay and listen to penelope and clifford argue all night.

I wanted to see reggie, not stay trapped in thornhill.

“sorry cher. I can’t, I have to walk my sister to school, mom has to work a double, raincheck?” I smile trying to remove the disappointed expression from the pale girls face.

“I can’t.” 

puzzled i raise my brows, “can’t wait? if you’re busy tomorrow night we could do it another night?” I offer.

she shakes her head removing her arm from mine.

“i should go.” she announces, pivoting and strutting to the large wooden doors to her house and disappearing.

I sigh rocking back on my heels, my buzzed complete diffused. half of me waited for cheryl to open the door back up and call me a bitch and pul me inside but the other half just wanted to walk away, relief in each step.

but I waited, I even sent her a forgiving text, not wanting to leave things on bad accords for the following school day. we could never really stay mad at each other for long.

or at least that’s what I thought.

cheryl: I’m freezing my ass off out here, talk tomorrow? xox

after waiting for a reply that was never going to come I wonder down the drive way and out of the tall iron gates, spilling out onto the quiet street when I spot a familiar raven haired boy.

he was leaning against the hood of his car, a silly smirk etched onto his tan skin as he runs his long fingers through his jet black locks.

“stalker much?” I joke taking small steps over to the boy, my arms wrapped tightly around my body to try and preserve my body heat.

“you didn’t answer my texts.” he defends 

“sorry, I was with cheryl you know how she can be sometimes.” I sigh leaning into his tall frame.

“just cause she’s jealous.” he tuts wrapping his hands around my waist

“oh cause you can talk mantle! what about that time-” he cuts you off when he lifts me up and spins me around.

“put me down mantle!!” I squeal causing him to drop me down burying his face in my chest.

“where were we?” his speech muffled against my uniform.

“you were stalking me..” I drift off.

he pulls away from me before placing a chaste kiss to my forehead, I smile and rest my head on his chest as it rises and falls with each steady breathe.

“I was worried about you pup.” he admits, a smooth hand combing through my hair.

I roll my eyes as he rambles on about how much he hates us walking alone in the dark when the faint sound of sirens fill my ears.

I place my hand over his mouth to try to listen again, nothing.

“its really late we should go” I tell him climbing side of his jeep.

he rushes over to the other side and plugs in his music before he starts up his car peeling away from the park and heading toward home.

the drive was smooth and quiet, james blunt pulsing through his speakers as I glance out the window, soaking in the dimly lit nights sky.

the quiet started to get somewhat overwhelming, and a sense of dread pulsed through my veins. i see the red and blue lights of an ambulance as we approach sweetwater park. 

i think reggie can sense my worry.

“its okay babe, its probably just another minor accident.” he breaths, looking out the rear view mirror.

“yeah its not un-common, this road gets really dewy at night.” i grin back at him, happy at the slight conversation.

the rest of the drive was once again peaceful.

we reach the front of my house and he puts the car into park.

“thanks for getting me home..” i smiled, staring into his big brown eyes.

“anything for you.” he mentions, giving me a hug.

i raise my hand to open the door.

“y/n wait.” reggie announces.

i look over at him and he looks as if he wants to say something.

“is everything okay?” i ask

“i- i just wanted to ask- i mean tell you…” he stutters

“ask me what?” i question, cracking a grin at the stuttering jock.

“i really like- i really love you y/n.” he mentions faintly, almost in a whisper.

butterflies emerge in my stomach. this is the first time a boy has told me that he loved me.

“really?” 

“yeah. really.” he added.

i dip back into the car and place my hand on his cheek, bringing his lips to mine. the kiss was probably the best one i’ve ever had, because it had substance. it had a meaning. a story.

as our lips part, he continues to stare at me. 

“i love you too.” i broke in, causing a smile to spread like wild fire across the boys face. 

with that, i close the door and walk backwards, waving at him as he leaves my driveway.

i stop in the middle of my front yard and laugh. like a child. smiling, feeling pure happiness and euphoria. it was as if all of the problems in the world melted away, leaving me well and truly happy. 

i take a few steps, skip up the stairs and open the front door.

i see my mom.

shes standing by the stairs, clutching her phone looking at me in a sombre state.

“you’re okay.” she whispers, latching onto me tightly.

“yeah i told you where i was.” i say defending myself, she knew that i was out tonight.

she backs away fro the hug, placing her hands on my shoulders.

she was very over dramatic so i didn’t thing it was a big deal.

“y/n, baby..” 

“yes.” i answer in a sarcastic tone, smiling at her.

“cheryl blossom is dead.” she announces.

and just like that, everything came crumbling down again.