Ghost

I love the idea that if Bruce had picked any other way to cope, Alfred would still have been ride or die for him. Bruce wanted to become a doctor? Alfred would be up helping him crunch before the MCATs at 3am. Bruce wanted to become an actor? Alfred would be enrolling him in all the best schools and getting Sir Ian McKellan to coach him. Bruce wanted to fight for the environment? Alfred would be showing him learn how to dismantle deforestation equipment. Alfred loves that boy but it's just Alfred's luck that his boy wants to dress like a Bat and fight crime with pointy boomerangs and a bitching car.

Cannot confirm but wholly believe that Andrew puts straight vanilla ice cream on top of his waffles in the mornings as opposed to syrup or even whipped cream. And Kevin sits beside him, shaking his head because he keeps telling Andrew that “There is absolutely no nutritional value in this,” but Andrew just grab Kev’s hand and flips his middle finger up, dragging the digit thru the mess of cold sugar and then sucking it into his mouth, all while maintaining direct eye contact with Kevin, who is forever shocked by the display even though this is by no means the 1st time that Andrew has done such a thing. He gawks at the goalkeeper, cheeks blazing and if the Queen tries to talk- Andrew drags one of his own fingers thru the mess and presses the tip to Kevin’s lips, making the brunette whimper but otherwise open up almost too readily.

A little thing I headcannon is that Andrew never asks where Neil is. Neil is CONSTANTLY asking where Andrew is if he hasn’t seen him for approximately 0.5 seconds and even Jean notices how they give “lingering looks when one fell out of orbit for too long”, but Andrew never asks, wanting conceal to the others how much Neil is a weak spot for him. Instead, his eyes slide across the room, scanning, and if he can’t see Neil then Andrew simply gets up and goes in search of him, he knows all of his spots anyways. The foxes, initially just put Andrew’s abrupt leave up to his blatantly disrespectful self, deciding he wasn’t interested enough in the conversation, so they don’t really care. However, that isn’t until they notice the pattern. First, Renee, then Dan and Aaron, and soon the others catch on. They observe the way Andrew’s fingers start tapping at his sides when his head swivels round and cannot find his specific ginger. They observe the way he gets up immediately and strides towards the door. They also observe the way Andrew hands still slightly as Matt says, “he’s on a run” or Kevin tells him Neil’s just practicing on the court. Andrew doesn’t acknowledge it openly of course, he never asked and would’ve been able to find him himself easily, but they all don’t miss the way his head lowers for a second, giving a subtle nod, placated by the fact someone always knows where Neil is. I guess they all know the alternative, when his hands were shaking, wrapped round Kevin’s neck in Baltimore. He didn’t ask, “Where’s Neil?”, he screamed it. And the others didn’t know. And Andrew couldn’t find him.

it's so funny when u remember the monsters were going to the gay club every damn weekend. they were straight up regulars. at the gay club. a whole town over. they never once gave a fuck abt the mafia. they had a booth and a 'complicated handshake' with the bouncers and got free drinks from the bartender. no wonder the upperclassmen hated them so much. kevin wdym ur in practice yelling at everyone to push their bodies harder and berating anyone who so much as looks at processed food but last night you were doing bumps of powder poppers and got so drunk that you blacked out. like oh ok aaron you're so broody and uncooperative but u were screaming the lyrics to Crazy in Love on the dance floor last night. cool cool. at least nicky was consistent. getting piss drunk is one of the highest forms of social bonding so u just know those 3 were having drunk convos every week being like *aaron voice* You Guys are Actually My Best Friends. No no listen seriously stop laughing i feel amazing right now i love you guys soo much please be the groomsmen at my wedding oh my god this song is amazing let's dance. then they would wake up the next morning hungover as fck thinking god i hate those guys. never again. rinse and repeat every friday. such is life

nsfw: andrew blowing kevneil at the same time because both can def fit (barely) and yes he’s confined to just the tips when he wants to have them both in his mouth but andrew makes it work for him: swirling his tongue around the heads, taking a second to play with their slits before he commits to one and swallows them down with natural ease, his hand jerking off whichever one he isn’t servicing at the time. andrew staring up at them with hazel eyes that have a quiet but raging fire inside them. kevneil trying to focus on kissing each other but the way their third is doling out pleasure to them both simultaneously has their legs trembling and their hands clutching onto each other’s, soft moans filling the bedroom while they each try hard not to lose themselves and cum too soon. andrew switching from neil to kevin and the way that he licks the underside of kevin’s shaft has kevin bucking his hips up a little, causing andrew to squeeze neil’s dick a little meanly in his hand. neil hissing and telling kev to act right and the only reason kevin doesn’t snap back and they don’t argue is because they both know that if they start, andrew will stop. two men who andrew has wrapped around his finger, nevermind the fact that this group blow sesh was andrew’s idea solely for their pleasure. praises and sighs & lil grunts falling from kevin and neil’s lips as they try desperately to chase each other’s mouths, wanting to be doing something as well but not daring to reach down and touch andrew’s head because they know better. andrew switching off, going back & forth between his two striker boyfriends and when he’s decided he’s had enough of edging them, he takes both their tips to rest on his tongue as he jerks them & kevneil both cum at the same time, hips shuttering and neil tipping his head back to curse at the ceiling while kevin hangs his head forward and scrambles to clutch the sheets, knuckles going white under the pure pressure of how much his orgasm makes him tense up. andrew milking them for every last drop and once the duo come back to their senses, of course one is getting andrew water while the other is finding something to help wipe his mouth, andrew’s lips shiny with spit but completely cum-free because of course he swallowed it all; spitters are quitters, ya know.