keinnn

so you’re telling me Andrew is the gay one, and KEVIN, according to the books, is STRAIGHT??? listen, I know this is incredibly stereotypical, and I hate judging people by stereotypes!!!! but indulge me for a second, okay? and yes, before anyone says it, we all remember how close we came to kandreil. so you’re seriously telling me it’s not Kevin who likes men??? come on. even Neil fucking noticed. Neil, of all people, never seemed to question Kevin’s sexuality for a second, while Andrew’s was the one that remained a mystery. call me crazy, but if Kevin Day is straight, then Andrew Minyard is the straightest gay man I’ve ever seen.

Andrew was sucking on a little lollipop while talking to Neil when Neil’s eyes widened slightly the moment he fixed his gaze on Andrew. “Show me your tongue,” he asked. Andrew frowned, only squeezing his lips together more tightly. “No, Andrew,” Neil drawled, leaning closer. “Come on.” Andrew still furrowed his brows, but eventually stuck out just the tip of his tongue. “More,” Neil urged, a grin stretching across his lips as he edged closer. Andrew obeyed. the sight of Andrew’s brightly colored tongue sent Neil reeling back against the couch, bursting into laughter. Andrew rolled his eyes and punched him lightly on the shoulder, already preparing to walk away. “It’s blue,” Neil managed to say, catching Andrew by the fabric of his t-shirt before he could escape. he pulled him closer, cupping Andrew’s cheeks in his hands. deep down, Andrew was grateful that Neil’s palms were covering his slightly flushed cheeks. “May I try it too?” Neil asked, still smiling. when Andrew gave him a short nod, his expression remaining deeply gloomy, Neil leaned in. the slow, lingering kiss soon made the tension drain from Andrew’s body as he shared the sweet blueberry flavor with Neil. even though Neil is not particularly fond of sweets, he clung to Andrew’s lips with a passion that made it seem like this was the greatest thing he had ever craved. “Now we’re both blue,” Neil said between quiet laughs, still leaving a few short kisses against Andrew’s cloyingly sweet lips. “You’re an idiot,” Andrew muttered before silencing Neil with another kiss.

shy andrew😭😭😭😭😭

Neil has the shittiest handwriting ever. Like look at his life, he had bigger concerns and bigger things going on, handwriting was the least of his worries.

Nicky went to almost all the twinyards high school exy games ☹️☹️

Matilda by Harry styles is in fact about Aaron

louder

andreil kid but the day the kid meets aaron for the first time, they get confused and anxious and end up refusing to leave andrew's side until aaron is gone because they're afraid they won't be able to tell the difference if they don't keep an eye on him

Andrew minyard thinking he could take on the mafia is so 19 year boy of him

okay, now imagine just how hopelessly stiff one of Andrew’s shoulders must be if he really sleeps the same way every single night, curled onto one side with his back pressed against the wall. sometimes, while walking through the apartment, he’ll absentmindedly roll his shoulder in a slow circle, trying to work the stiffness out. Neil notices every single time. so when evening comes and Andrew is about to settle into his usual position, Neil gently catches his wrist before he can turn onto his side, quietly urging him onto his stomach instead. the moment Neil’s hands come to rest on his shoulder, Andrew understands exactly what he’s trying to do. he doesn’t protest, he simply gives in, allowing Neil’s firm, hands to knead the tension from muscles. before long, Neil has settled against the backs of Andrew’s thighs, using him as a cushion while he works, his weight warm and familiar, his touch slow enough that Andrew can feel every knot gradually loosen beneath his fingertips. by the time Neil is finished, rolling back onto his usual side somehow feels… unnecessary. so Andrew falls asleep on his back instead, listening to Neil’s quiet breathing beside him. the silence lasts only until a small, almost childishly serious voice drifts through the darkness. “Aren’t you afraid of sleep paralysis?” Andrew turns his head just enough to find a pair of blue eyes peering at him over the edge of the blanket, catching the faint glow of the moonlight. “Shut up and go to sleep, Josten.” he reaches over without looking, plants a hand against Neil’s forehead, and firmly turns his face toward the pillow.

“Walk ‘em like a dog” but it’s Jean following Jeremy around wherever he goes without a second thought. It’s Jean stepping down from a fight because Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder to lightly shove him back so he won’t get in trouble. It’s Jean doing whatever Jeremy tells him to without

Andrew 100% lies to the press all the damn time. “Kevin sleeps with a stuffed animal.” “Seth isn’t really dead, we hid him in Nicky’s locker.” “Did you know I’m secretly Kevin Day in disguise?” “Kevin has a Jeremy Knox body pillow and he cuddles it every night.” And the best part is half of the time he’s not even lying.