Andrew

”this fandom ships Kevin with everyone” “Kevin and his 8 situationships” bro KEVIN ships kevin with everyone. that man’s greedy as hell

thank you. you were amazing. is such a devastating goodbye in literally any circumstance. neil is a poet.

it’s so sad that the activities that jean describes to clears his head is cooking, motorcycle riding with cat, things like that, while kevin’s is drinking. kevin’s watching everyone heal and get better while he isn’t at all

anyone who underestimates the relationship between kevin and andrew forgets that THEY ARE FRIENDS. they value each other for more than just the deal. andrew finds kevin interesting, and kevin genuinely cares about andrew’s future. I don’t believe they’re just aimlessly hanging out together and don’t know how to spend time together

headcanoning that riko & kevin both knew very well about the limited number of years that ravens are able to play for, and only spoke of their lives with a lifespan of ~30 or so years. ‘when we grow old’ meant ‘when we reach middle age’, at best. & now i’m imagining kevin reaching that age alone with a pit in his chest because he had never pictured living this long, in the nest.

the top bunk sits low enough that Neil occasionally knocks his head against it while riding Andrew. he’s gotten used to having plenty of room whenever they’re fucking in Columbia, so every time it happens in the dorm, it catches him off guard just how high he can get carried away and lift himself. the moment Andrew hears the dull thud from above, followed by Neil’s sharp intake of breath and a muttered, pained, “Fuck…,” he knows exactly what happened. Neil ducks his head into the crook of Andrew’s neck, his movements slowing before coming to a complete stop. and that’s all the signal Andrew needs. It means it’s time to switch positions, and Andrew is more than happy to take over.

Neil is obsessed with Andrew’s biceps, and God help them all if he ever gets less shame than he already has (thanks for that). one day, while staring at the tight curve of Andrew’s bicep with wide blue eyes, he blurts out, “Choke me with it.” “What?” Andrew asks. and Neil finally tears his gaze away from the bicep, looks up at him in surprise, and replies, “What?”