andrew: at first I was like ✨neil✨ as a joke???
andrew: but bro,, I don't think its a joke anymore😰😰
andrew: at first I was like ✨neil✨ as a joke???
andrew: but bro,, I don't think its a joke anymore😰😰
i somewhat agree with the extra content that Neil and Andrew don’t say ‘i love you’ because of how their relationship is and there are other ways to show love than verbally. but, i do think there are special occasions where they do verbalize their love for each other.
so here are some moments where Neil and Andrew say ‘i love you’:
• Neil is the first to verbally express his love. it’s the one year anniversary of the events in Baltimore, and Neil found it very hard to get out of bed for his morning run. Andrew noticed immediately that it was going to be a hard day, and by the end of the day, they both just wanted to go to sleep. Neil asked if Andrew could sleep in his bed with him, and Andrew hesitantly agreed. by the time that he was ready for bed, Neil was nearly asleep. Andrew debated on going to sleep in his own bed, but Neil groaned and held his hand out for Andrew to join him. once Andrew was settled, Neil whispered a quiet “yes or no?” to which Andrew nodded. Neil intertwined his fingers with Andrew and whispered a soft “i love you” quietly enough where Andrew wasn’t completely sure if he had heard him right, but he ran his thumb over the back of Neil’s hand as the room settled back into silence. Andrew didn’t know how to feel. love was such an unknown concept to him.
• Andrew was consistently anxious whenever Aaron had to appear in court for his trial. Neil was always stuck by Andrew, staying up with him to smoke and drink on the roof of PSU until the nerves temporarily subsided. but now, Aaron’s trial was officially over, and Andrew wasn’t entirely sure how he should feel about it. Neil could tell that something was wrong, but he didn’t push Andrew to talk about it. Andrew summoned Neil to the roof, telling Kevin that their night practice wasn’t happening that night. when on the roof, they shared cigarettes and kisses before Andrew grabbed Neil by the collar, pulling him in nearly close enough to kiss him, and told him he loved him. Neil swallowed hard and nodded in response. they went back to smoking and staring off at their dark campus.
• it was a grueling game in Neil’s junior year. at half time they were down by three, and the opposing team had an entirely new line up. Neil, in a desperate attempt to close the gap, asked Andrew to shut down the goal. Andrew did, only letting one goal in in the second half, causing the Foxes to win the game. Neil turned to Andrew, ignoring his teammates, and saw him looking back at him. Neil thrusted his racquet at the Foxes sophomore striker, and ran towards Andrew. they had grown from asking ‘yes or no?’ but Neil asked because they were in public. Andrew agreed, and Neil pulled him into a hug, and said into Andrew’s ear: “i fucking love you.” Andrew slapped his back signaling Neil to back off, but he didn’t look upset when Neil met his eyes. Andrew pointed at their celebrating team behind them, silently telling him to join them.
• the second reunion between the monsters and the upperclassman they decided to play a game similar to truth or dare, but if you back out, you have to take a shot. after a few rounds most of the Foxes were drunk save for Renee, who respectfully sat out, and Andrew. Nicky looked to Andrew and asked him if he wanted a truth or a dare. Neil didn’t expect Andrew to play along, but to his surprise, Andrew asked for a dare, and Nicky’s face lit up. “tell Neil that you love him,” which elicited whoops and shouts from the Foxes. Andrew took a shot in response to which the shouts turned into boos. Nicky’s eyes went to Neil, and Neil shrugged. Nicky asked why Neil wasn’t upset by it, and Neil responded by saying “i know how i feel about him, and he can feel whatever he wants about me.” Andrew stood up, pressed a soft kiss into Neil’s hair, made eye contact with Nicky, and walked to the front door to walk to his own dorm. when Neil returned that night, Andrew said that he did love him, and Neil said it back.
When Andrew and Neil sleep on the same bed together, they rarely, almost never fall asleep cuddling. Because it’s uncomfortable and both like to have personal space. (Of course if they are just chilling in bed they will cuddle but when they sleep? There’s always a few inches between them)
On the other hand, Jeremy and Jean must be tangled up to be able to sleep. Because Jean wants to wake up to know that he’s safe and that Jeremy is safe and he’s home. Jeremy is just clingy.
Yoooooo guess who just posted
So here's the link for my new art piece it's neil josten and i put a lot of effort to it so pls check it out :DDDD
your honor i was bored
The hardest thing to come to terms with is that Andrew Minyard would absolutely despise me
good morning I can't even listen a song without think about some character in aftg why am I like this
Oh you know, just andre and neil making out at any possible moment (also this legit took me 13 hours to make, so please show it some love)
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Neil Josten *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
And his beloved jorts <3
AFTG Headcanon #2
(I’m gonna be doing a few more of these for writing/idea practice)
TW: canon typical violence, blood
Neil, while being very attractive, does not have a perfect face. And I don’t mean the scars. Whenever I see fan art of Neil, he always has this super symmetrical and straight nose, and I just cannot believe that is the case.
Neil’s nose is crooked and has a large bump in the middle.
He first broke his nose when he was 8. He had been running around the kitchen, experiencing a rare moment of genuine childlike joy in the Baltimore house. His father was away for business and had taken Lola, Romero, and Patrick with him, leaving Neil alone with Mary and only Jackson guarding them. Neil didn’t pose much of a threat so Jackson stayed practically glued to Mary’s side. There was soft music playing throughout the house and Neil, Nathaniel then, was happily humming along as he did laps around the kitchen island. However, as one song bled into the next, he heard Mary shout followed by a big crash. As he whipped his head around to find the source of the noise, he lost his balance and fell headfirst into the marble counter top. His nose cracked, and he felt himself begin to cry. Mary had told him to stay out of trouble though, and he didn’t want to make her mad, so he went to the bathroom closest to his bedroom and locked himself inside. He tried desperately to keep the blood off of any light materials and sat prodding at his injured nose for about an hour before he squeezed it tightly, and tugged it straight. It hurt, but not nearly as much as his fathers hands or lolas knives. The bleeding stopped, so Neil did his best to clean up his mess and carry on with the rest of his day. His mom didn’t even question it when he came down for dinner that evening with swollen eyes and a purple nose; she couldn’t really talk with the bruises around her throat left by Plank.
The second time he broke his nose, it wasn’t his fault, and his name was Stefan. They were driving through the Swiss alps when a member of the Moriyama’s syndicate caught up with them. The roads were snowy and the 1972 Volvo they were stuck with did not make the best get away car. Despite Mary’s skill, the car spun out after hitting a patch of black ice on a particularly winding road. Neil couldn’t remember the car colliding with the tree, but he could remember the feeling of his mother’s freezing fingers snapping the cartilage back into place. He could remember the scream he tried and failed to bite back, and the slap he received for making too much noise. The slap jostled his nose and though it had been properly reset, that break never quite healed properly.
There was a third, fourth, and fifth time; all on the run as well, but the first time he broke his nose as a fox was different.
It was the second game of his Sophomore season. The Jackals had put up a hell of a fight, but the foxes had managed to pull out a win. When the final buzzer sounded, Neil pulled off his helmet and shook out his sweaty hair before looking to the score board; the 8-5 he saw there put a smile on his face. If he hadn’t been quite so distracted, he might have noticed the angry looking backliner for the jackals watching him. He might have noticed the ball being tossed in the air, and he might have noticed the racket swing that sent the ball hurdling towards his face. Andrew noticed. He noticed immediately but didn’t quite make it to Neil in time to push him out of the way. The court rang out with a deafening crack as the ball connected directly with the bridge of his nose. Andrew was over him as soon as he hit the ground, muttering a quick yes or no before pulling Neil’s head into his lap. The other foxes had thrown themselves at the Jackal player in question as soon as they saw Neil fall, but Andrew couldn’t be bothered. He gently touched Neil’s nose and dabbed at it slightly, trying to stop the blood from going into his mouth. Neil groaned and sat up, leaning back on his hands. The fight between the jackals and the foxes had ended with the offending jackal player being benched for the next two games thanks to a much deserved red card.
As his teammates began to circle him, checking in, asking him questions, Neil put a hand up to quiet them.
“Guys, I’m fine, I swear,” Neil said before reaching up and resetting his broken nose without so much as a flinch. “See, all good.” The foxes went deadly quiet.
“Neil,” Matt said softly, “that’s not all good. How do you know how to reset a broken nose?”
Neil blinked at Matt owlishly before responding, “cause I’ve done it a dozen times? To my mom and myself. Couldn’t go to hospitals while on the run and the nose is a very delicate part of the body.” This wasn’t the first time the foxes had heard something like this from Neil, but it didn’t make it any less heart breaking. Neil began to shift around in discomfort from all the eyes on him, and Andrew, as always, noticed right away.
“Come on junkie, you and I are doing press duty.” Neil nodded, his face blank, but he found himself able to breath easier thanks to the distraction. Andrew always knew exactly what Neil needed, always.
As the press conference came to an end, a lingering journalist asked for Neil’s opinion of the Jackals player who had, quite literally, taken a shot at him. Neil’s composure slipped slightly and he let out a laugh at the question before answering,
“If only they had aimed that well during the game, they might have won”
Andrew let out an exasperated sigh beside him and grabbed Neil’s wrist before pulling him out of the press room, leaving the wrap up to Wymack.
“Okay, but was I wrong?”
“208%, thin ice junkie.” Andrew said, before turning and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Neil’s very crooked and very swollen nose. “It’s time for you to go see Abby.”
Years down the line, Neil is having a particularly bad day and Andrew sits down next to him in their shared bathroom. He had found Neil on the bathroom floor with a hand mirror, a box of black hair dye and a fifth of whiskey, and decided enough was enough.
“Neil, you look nothing like your father.”
“Yes I do Andrew. Every time I look in the mirror, I see him. His eyes, his jaw, his hair-“
“Neil, I have an eidetic memory, I know what he looks like and I know what you look like. You do not look the same. The nose is all wrong.”
This puzzles Neil, he’d never really taken the time to look at his nose. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, your nose is completely different from his. It throws off the resemblance completely. You do not look like him, and you never will.”
Neil signs, letting his head drop between his knees before bringing his fingers up to dance carefully across the bridge of his nose. “It is a little crooked isn’t he?” He says with a slight chuckle.
“Yes,” Andrew responds before taking Neil’s chin in the palms of his hands and bringing his face up so their eyes meet. “It’s perfect.”
Neil smiles at that, a soft smile that is typically only reserved for Andrew.
“Yes or no, Neil?” the words are softly muttered into the mere inches of space separating their lips.
“Yes,” Neil murmurs in response, closing his eyes and leaning forward into Andrew’s space. He’s expecting a kiss on the lips, so is surprised when Andrew delicately kisses his nose instead. He smiles and Andrew’s lip twitches upward in response.
what do you mean this wasn’t neil’s costume andrew said it was perfect
(do u remember that time they went halloween shopping??wtf)
Kevin to Neil and Andrew
Hoodie weather!!!! Happy fall y’all!
@levi-ackerham this is my favorite hoodie and I’m so excited it’s cold enough to wear it now!!!
i really, really dont think andrew was "flirting with neil the entire series and neil was just too oblivious to notice it" the things that are often writen off as andrew flirting are really just signs that hes slowly becoming more comfortable around neil and also andrew puts consent above anything else in a relationship (romantic or otherwise) so??? if he was under the impression neil didnt swing at all why would he flirt w him
Not Very Observant - dantemndoza
Summary- 5 times the foxes find out about Kevin being apart of the andreil unit, and the 1 time they all already know (with the exception of one unlucky person.)
I’m gonna throw this into the world: Neil loves exy, and emotionally speaking it saved his life. By the end of the books he’s literally bound to exy in order to survive. Something he loves and is passionate about, becoming a chain to the mafia. Very… hm ironically tragic I think.
Neil: what is breads favorite artist?
Andrew: do i wanna know?
Neil: ...Vincent Van Dough
andrew should’ve eaten aaron in the womb
idc what anyone says andrew minyard loves getting frou frou sugary drinks at bars. the man loves sweet things you really want me to believe he’s a sipping alcohol kind of person? no he gets all the tropical drinks with the little umbrellas that are so unnaturally colored they practically glow in the dark. andrew is 5 tf even and gay he is not going to feel emasculated￼ by drinking a chocolate martini in public
Chapter 5 of Take a chance on danger.
“Hi,” Neil whispers, because he isn’t sure what else to say—because he doesn’t want to break this moment by saying the wrong thing, because Andrew is beautiful and shuddering and his.
“Hi,” Andrew echoes, eyes flitting across Neil’s form, drinking him in. Neil wonders what he see’s.