I Love Kevin Day

Aaron throws a pillow straight at Andrew’s face during one of Bee’s sessions because Andrew won’t stop mocking him while Aaron yells: “Shut the fuck up, it’s my turn to speak!” he snaps before turning to Bee with, “He’s not listening to me!”

also, Neil started kissing with tongue almost from the very beginning because he genuinely doesn’t understand any other way, and it’s honestly so funny. the moment he finally felt safe with Andrew during those late-night makeout sessions on the roof, the moment he realized he was actually allowed to kiss him, he just started using his tongue naturally—carefully pushing it out until it brushed against Andrew’s lips. to Neil, it simply makes more sense; kissing with only his lips feels incomplete somehow, like stopping in the middle of an action. he wants to smooth out every touch with a stroke of his tongue afterward. he isn’t sure if it’s okay. maybe it’s too soon, too bold, maybe he’s doing it wrong, but since Andrew never stops him, Neil keeps going. he barely pulls the tip of his tongue away from Andrew’s mouth before pressing close again a second later, tracing softly over lips already swollen from kissing. maybe he’s rushing it, maybe he looks ridiculous. but every time he does it again, he feels the heavy breath Andrew lets out against his mouth and the way Andrew’s hand curls against his cheek, pulling him closer just to help him kiss him again.

I wildly need to know how badly the whole world must’ve shaken when Nicky the most “childish, dramatic, weakest, gayest boy alive” person imaginable tried to lunge at his own parents in a fit of rage so violently that it took the entire security team to hold him back and drag him away from them just so he wouldn’t smash their faces in. was that the first time the rest of the Foxes saw the real monster in him?

Thinking about that vine where the mom asks the kid what he has and he runs by and yells “A knife!” and the mom yells “NO!” totally horrified except it’s Wymack with kid! Andreil who BOTH have knives and are a little psycho and they’re running in diff directions so he’s gotta figure out which he wants to chase first and oh the poor man’s heart-rate has never been higher lol

here’s the thing: Andrew is terribly stiff when it comes to bottoming. he wants affection, he wants to feel good, but he’s afraid of taking an active role in it, because his own participation was always framed as something shameful, as proof of his “dirtiness.” Neil notices it immediately, and he tries to ease some of that tension out of him. his palms settles slowly on Andrew’s waist, beginning to move in small, steady circles—gentle, grounding motions that subtly rock Andrew’s body as he buries his face into the pillow. Neil keeps it up, accompanying it with slow, deep thrusts, until Andrew starts to let go, bit by bit. the rhythm between them begins to blur: where Neil’s guidance ends and Andrew’s begins. gradually, Andrew starts to give in to it, pushing his hips back on his own, his lower back arching slightly beneath Neil’s hands. each time Neil lifts his hands away, Andrew’s movement falters, as though the spell weakens without that touch. Neil hovers closer again, leaning in over him, pressing warm kisses along Andrew’s shoulders and neck. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Keep going.” then his hands return to Andrew’s waist, tightening just enough—soft pressure, slow encouragement, drawing him back into that shared rhythm, coaxing him to move, to participate, to meet the motion halfway. a quiet, broken moan slips from Neil’s throat when he sees it happening—Andrew’s thoughts clouding as he starts to move more freely, more instinctively, almost moving against him on his own now, while Neil simply holds him steady around the waist, no longer interrupting his pace, only supporting it. Andrew’s rhythm wavers as he nears the edge, his body gradually straightening, tension gathering in him. that’s when Neil takes over again, gently building the pace, guiding him through it until Andrew collapses into the sheets, breathless and undone. Neil follows him down, pressing one last lingering kiss to the nape of his neck. “Well done,” he murmurs between breaths.

Andreil who counterbalance eachother perfect because Neil literally spent two & a half books looking at Andrew, trying to figure him out, or telling us the readers what Andrew was doing at any given time meanwhile Andrew was fighting for his life thru the trenches trying to do the exact opposite because FUCK he liked Neil sm

Imagine never once picturing yourself in something as ordinary as a relationship or domestic life, and then suddenly you’re Andrew Minyard, stopping by a pet store on your way home from practice to buy food for your two cats while your partner cooks dinner waiting for you to get back. and then you’re Neil Josten, waking up early in the morning, rolling over beneath the blankets only to find a blond man standing in the doorway with a towel slung low around his hips and damp hair still dripping from the shower, casually asking, “You want coffee?” and then you don't understand how your life has turned out this way, but you're definitely happy.

(VERY) friendly reminder that Andrew thought Neil was good looking from the very start, even as he was slamming a stolen racquet into Neil’s stomach. Man was looking at Neil and thinking “fuck he’s pretty” every single time, even when he didn’t like nor TRUST Neil in the beginning