[andrewjosephminyards]

bold of you to assume that Wymack doesn’t retire the original Foxes’ jersey numbers as they graduate

[stickballjost10]

Actually this is like entirely fucking plausible because (as a sports player on a small team) we reuse our jerseys every year (I’ve had the same one for about 4-5 years) because we don’t have the funds to get new ones. As a small team that didn’t win very much before Neil and Kevin, the Foxes would have just reused their jerseys every year until they got ore players and then only those players would probably get new ones. But after Neil and Kevin getting them some wins and training the rest of the team, they start making more money and are able to retire the old jerseys. Wymack has them hanging in cases around the foyer because he just does, okay?

[allforthecourtt]

[i-care-bout-things-too]

Y . E . S .

[jeni182]

Unspoken

Andrew Minyard was not good with words.

Actually, scratch that. Andrew Minyard was very good with words. Cutting remarks and biting insults and sarcastic responses. He was very good at all of those. It was the simpler words he had problems with.

Words like love and relationship and trust.

“Hey,” Neil said, knocking Andrew’s shoulder with his own. They were on the roof, as they usually were this time of night. “What are you thinking?”

I’ll miss you when I graduate. I wish you could come with me. I don’t want to lose this.

Instead, Andrew took a long drag of his cigarette. Instead, Andrew shrugged too tight shoulders. Instead, Andrew wrapped a hand around the back of Neil’s neck and brought him in for a cigarette laced kiss. It was the only thing he knew how to say right now.

When he pulled back, Neil was grinning. “Is that what you were thinking?” Andrew shoved him back with a hand to his face and took another drag of his cigarette.

****

“I don’t know how to say words.”

Bee raised a brow at him. “No? I’d say you have a gift with words, Andrew. I’ve never head someone describe things as succinctly and as to the point as you do.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Andrew shook his head. He didn’t even know how to say this to Bee. He sighed and rubbed his face. Played with the edge of an armband. Jiggled a leg. Bee watched him patiently, waiting for him to get his thoughts in order.

“I’m graduating soon.” Bee nodded. “Neil is not.” She nodded again. “I don’t know how to say words.”

“Ah,” Bee said, finally getting it. “You would like to express some things to Neil, but you don’t know how to put them into words. Is that it?”

Andrew gave a tight nod.

He tried to show the words physically. He could feel them, when they were alone, and it was dark, and they were tangled together in sheets with warm breaths and gentle hands. He tried to say so much in those moments, because he couldn’t say it out loud.

A kiss behind Neil’s ear. I want you. A finger lightly trailing a scar. You’re perfect. A hand on a jaw, foreheads touching, breaths mingling. I love you.

Was it enough?

“I’m worried,” Andrew told Bee. “For when I’m gone, and Neil is here. We’ll have to communicate via phone calls and skype and…” Bee waited patiently again. “I just want to be able to say it out loud when we’re not in the same place. I’m worried it’ll be different.” I’m worried he won’t want me anymore.

“Hmmm,” Bee nodded and made a note of something. “Well, there are a lot of other ways for you to say things to him. I think Neil probably knows that speaking your emotions and feelings out loud is not something you claim to be proficient in. And I think he would understand that, even when you’ve left PSU. But let’s talk about some ways you can express what you’re feeling without having to put it into words out loud.”

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[drogonfish-deactivated20190622]

coach wymack: so i hear you play exy

neil:

[orgasmicmilkshakes]

Neil: *antagonizes the mob* The foxes: fuckign superb you funky little disaster

[stsgyuri]

hc: neil gets braces bc his teeth are fucked from his time on the run and also bc when he smiles he doesn't look so much like his father anymore

suddenly,,, braces become attractive 

[03josten]

Aaron: Hey, can you do me a small favor?

Andrew: I’ve literally killed for you, but go on.

[defractum]

Andrew Minyard can only be a goalkeeper.

Why would Andrew ever have started playing Exy? It’s a violent contact sport. Andrew’s spent his childhood moving from home to home, all of them shit and abusive. Everyone thinks he’s violent, so on the surface, Exy is perfect for him. It’s a good, safe release for his rage and tension, a la Regina George at the end of Mean Girls.

But we know better than that. Andrew is only violent when he’s been threatened. Andrew doesn’t start fights - he finishes them, preferably as quickly as possible. It’s a calculated, cerebral move. It makes no sense for him to join in the gratuitous violence of Exy.

Except. Checking the goalie is one of the worst fouls in the game, we’re told. Andrew put himself in the only safe position, the only position on the court that doesn’t get bodyslammed, because he gets enough of that at home. 

But there’s more to it. Andrew is a goalie in terms of personality as well. He doesn’t go on the offence. He’s not flashy. Instead, he waits, and he watches, gets an overview of the game. He is the last line of defence. He watches your back, after you’ve fucked up and let the opposition past, and he shuts them down.

[starlonging]

Twinyard Bonding

•After Drake and Proust and all those years they’d spent apart, Aaron’s relationship with Andrew changes because now he knows. In true Minyard fashion, no one says a word but there are subtle changes.

•Aaron is a lot more careful of his brothers’ space now. He has seen Andrew blink wide awake in the middle of the night eyes filled with a terrible fear, breaths still heavy from a nightmare (now he knows why) and he dares not not touch him without consent and will never let anyone else touch his brother either.

•Consent is another thing that changes, that he learns. He has seen Andrew and Neil in those rare quiet moments of almost stillness, heard their careful ‘yes or no’s’ for the barest of touch and Aaron learns too.

He starts small.

It’s a drowsy morning when it first happens, when everything is quiet, Neil and Kevin still passed out after last nights’ tiring game. Aaron lounges on the couch, back pressed to the arm rest and legs pulled to his chest. Andrew sits on the same couch, a warm mug of hot chocolate in hand, idly changing channels on the T.V.

Aaron thinks he has never seen his brother this calm and relaxed. It’s almost as if he is happy content and then, “Andrew. Yes or no?”

Andrew stiffens and he thinks I'veruineditI'veruineditI'veruinedit. But then Andrew looks at him through the corner of his eye and Aaron still can’t get over the thrill of seeing himself looking back and-

“Yes.” It’s cautious but he is hopeful.

Aaron’s feet slide against the couch and settle against Andrew’s thigh, cold toes tucked under his steadying weight. Nothing else is said but the morning doesn’t lose its relaxing drowsy state until Kevin gets up, demanding they get ready for practice.

•Later in the year, as they stand outside the court house, still haunted by the shadows of the demons of their pasts but undoubted victors, Andrew quietly brushes his hand against Aarons’ and hesitantly hooks their pinkies together.

Some past version of Aaron might’ve thought this childish but this version, the version who has learned to stand beside his brother rather than behind him looks at the act as nothing but a step forward.

It’s a thank you and a you’re welcome and I would do it again and I want you and I choose you all rolled in one and Aaron is determined to hold firm to this. He had lost a brother once, he won’t lose him again.

[rosebudbasilton]

a list of the photos kevin eventually begins to stick up on his dorm wall over the years.

an old one of him and Kayleigh on Christmas day when he was 5

the foxes sleeping on the bus after a loss

neil and andrew sitting on the couch, studying

aaron and kevin clacking racquets on the court

a selfie of nicky (put there by nicky)

a selfie of allison (put there by allison)

a selfie of andrew (put there by a dead man) ((neil))

candid family dinner with wymack and dan (abby took the photo)

family dinner with the monsters

matt hugging kevin off the ground when he announces he’s 6 months sober

kevin and thea on a beach, soaked in sun, smiling like they were never ravens

neil kissing kevin’s cheek while andrew glares in the background

andrew and kevin leaning on each other, sleeping, their arms crossed

renee, allison, and kevin all in a blanket fort (the Feelings Fort) painting their nails

kevin and wymack hugging after a miraculous win

neil, andrew, and aaron all frowning in their halloween costumes at eden’s

selfie of kevin and dan

renee being piggy-backed by allison

renee being piggy-backed by kevin

renee sparring with andrew and Winning

a series of allison and kevin posing in shop mirrors

aaron and nicky playing videogames (both smiling after they cleared a level)

kevin staring at thea from down the table at brunch one day, super Heart Eyes

kevin and thea doing silly poses in the gym mirrors (andrew glaring in the background)

rare photo of andrew smiling at kevin (once in a lifetime) (or so they say)

matt and kevin lying on the couch together, cuddling, watching a documentary on the anglo-saxons

foxes all piled together on a fox night, smiling and laughing. kevin is behind the camera, but he remembers he was smiling, too

[palmettofoxden]

[todreamforever]

neil josten + runaway train (soul asylum)

It seems no one can help me now I’m in too deep There’s no way out This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I’m neither here nor there

[epilcgo]

Jean hated his lot in life, but he was past the point where he could even think of fighting back. He wasn’t a rebel; he was a survivor. He did whatever it took to get through the day.

@kevinfuckinday

[gothgerry-deactivated20251121]

neil comes home late sometimes to find that andrew has fallen asleep sitting upright with a book in his hands and his glasses still on, sliding down his nose slightly, and neil knows he was trying to wait up for him 

he smiles fondly, calls andrew’s name to wake him so he doesn’t panic, so he knows it’s only neil, before gently removing his glasses and putting them on the bedside table along with the paperback, making sure the bookmark is in place 

andrew will startle a little but his reactions aren’t so violent these days, especially when neil warns him first. which he always does. he reaches out to take neil’s hand and pull him toward their bed and neil laughs softly and says ‘give me a minute’ so he can get changed out for bed. he climbs in next to andrew who is just barely keeping his eyes open, waiting for neil and reaching out with sleep heavy arms to pull him close 

neil goes without hesitating, nestling against andrew’s chest and relaxing immediately against him. he’s warm. he’s safe. he’s home. he smiles into andrew’s skin at the thought that he is the only person in the world who gets to see andrew like this, this soft and affectionate, almost needy, and then drifts into sleep knowing that there will be no nightmares for either of them tonight 

[03josten]

[jeanjosten]

↳ the twinyards

His own trauma was inconsequential; he’d cared about the blood splattered across Aaron’s skin.

[whatmack]

I still can’t believe Neil thought nobody would notice he was homeless and parent-less in a bumblefuck tiny town like Millport. Like bruv, everybody’s up in each other’s business in places like that. Your teachers are discussing your dollar-store shampoo choice with the local quilting club over muffins and coffee. Boy truly has the survival instincts of a gnat