I Love Kevin Day

oblivious neil/jealous andrew but it's not just andrew who gets jealous. all the foxes see some guy flirting with neil, and every single one of them immediately starts to intervene because hey wtf you can't do that! that's neil! neil is andrew's! this cannot happen it is preposterous get away from him!!???

Fox Hybrid! Neil whose favorite place to nap is inside Andrew’s arm bands and if Andrew tries to take even just ONE from the red ball of fur (he manages to hoard both at the same time, trust me) then he [Andrew] gets hissed at and bitten and Neil gets tossed outside for the night until he comes back and apologizes (“nicely”)

without a second thought, Neil grabs every new candy he spots on the shelf and tosses it onto the checkout counter for Andrew. a new candy bar, a chocolate with an unfamiliar flavor, a limited-edition release, if Neil hasn’t seen it before, it somehow ends up in Andrew’s hands, accompanied by a casual, “I just saw it. Tell me what you think.” Andrew never asks him to. Neil simply can’t help himself.

Neil has a habit of slowly slipping lower until his face disappears into the crook of Andrew’s neck or against his chest. he doesn’t even try to hide the deep breath he draws in, filling his lungs with Andrew’s scent as though searching for the one place where nothing else in the apartment can reach him, where there’s only Andrew. “You smell like yourself,” he murmurs, his lips never leaving Andrew’s skin. “Were you expecting someone else’s?” Andrew asks, absentmindedly combing his fingers through Neil’s curls. Neil only answers with a quiet grunt, shaking his head before burrowing even closer. again and again, he makes the same tiny adjustments, clumsily trying to melt into Andrew without disturbing him, until Andrew finally lets out a quiet sigh. “You’ve got ten minutes.” It’s all the permission Neil needs. the very next second, his legs are hopelessly tangled with Andrew’s, his arms wrapped securely around Andrew’s lower back as he presses every inch of himself as close as physically possible. soon, the only part of him still visible is the crown of red hair tucked beneath Andrew’s chin. “Junkie.” Andrew rolls his eyes, thoroughly trapped in a position that isn’t particularly comfortable, but at least Neil finally stops squirming. the top of Neil’s head rests directly beneath Andrew’s lips, making it almost inevitable that he scatters a few absentminded kisses there as they talk. eventually, Andrew shifts, sliding a hand beneath Neil’s back before rolling him fully underneath him, pinning him gently between the mattress and his own body as he settles his weight on top. the moment Andrew’s scent completely overwhelms every other smell in the room, Neil lets out a muffled, deeply content little “Yeah…” as his hands instinctively stroke Andrew’s back and sides. Andrew isn’t entirely sure whether that quiet “yeah” is Neil’s response to being called a junkie or something slipped out from his unconscious mind, but judging by the way Neil melts beneath him, he clearly prefers this position. resting his chin atop Neil’s head, Andrew presses another lingering kiss into his hair, breathing in the clean scent left behind by Neil’s evening shower. “I’ll make it twenty,” he murmurs quietly. “if it's too hard—wheeze." Neil’s arms only tighten more firmly around Andrew’s waist locking them together, making it perfectly clear that he couldn’t care less about the discomfort if it means holding onto this moment for just a little longer.

Neil doesn’t like being touched in his sleep. but the very first thing he does when he wakes up is instinctively press his back against Andrew’s chest, already knowing Andrew is awake too. a heartbeat later, Andrew’s hand settles at Neil’s waist, quietly pulling him the rest of the way into his arms.

i honestly think if mary was presumed dead but showed up post-foxes beating the ravens game that neil would have a fucking heart attack and freak out if she so much as Looked at andrew. she would turn up and neil would immediately be possessed by his entire life worth of mommy issues and as such would seem to be acting So Weird to the other foxes but andrew who Knows The Most about neil's mommy issues is reaching for his knives like Sigh, Here We Go Again, Miss Neil's Mother I Need You To Drive Me Somewhere and mary is like Abram Who Is This Young Knife-Wielding Man and neil is frothing at the mouth like No One He Is Most Absolutely Definitely No One Important At All while vibrating at the speed of light. and ofc in this scenario mary is obviously going to try to get neil to leave with her and neil is like No Im Gonna Stay and mary is immediately like. i see. which one is it. then surveys all the girls like this 😐 until she swiftly decides allison is a no, dan is a maybe, and renee is the most likely option for the girl who has Bewitched Her Son. while neil is like Mom Stop Embarrassing Me Also No Don't Kill Her It's Not Her and then andreil do something weird in front of her and she pauses and stares and is like. wait. boys? and neil is like. well....A Boy. just One Boy. and mary is like 😐 and it just happens to be the One Boy with knives. so you have learned nothing from my mistakes. and neil experiences for the very first time what it's like to be so humiliated by a parent that he considers death as a swift and valid form of escape from the situation.

Neil noticing Jean was into Renee after a few brief moments at the banquet I know Andrew was sick oh that you noticed but when I, Andrew Minyard….