* EVERYTHING ABOUT ANDREW WAS HOT.

ANDREW MINYARD; #3Andrew had nearly killed four men for assaulting Nicky and would have broken Allison's neck for hitting Aaron, but when it came to crimes against his own person Andrew couldn't care less. He held his life in less regard than he did anything else. Neil hated that with a ferocity that was nauseating.written by ghost.

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N E I L .

distance ,   neil  loathes  it ,   fingers  curled  into  the  lapels  of  andrew’s  jacket  in  silent  desperation ,  willing  him  to  come  closer  again .   what  kind  of  question  is  that  ?   how  does  one  begin  to  answer  it  ?   too  right ,   this  is  dangerous .   this  could  mean  d e a t h  for  the  both  of  them ,   but  that  does  not  mean  this  is  wrong   ━━━━   it  could  never  be.

a  huff ,   balancing  somewhere  between  disbelief   &   displeasure ,   neil’s  fingers  smooth  out  the  lines  in  the  fabric  where  they’ve  gripped  too  tight    ━━━━   afraid  andrew  may  disappear  if  he  releases  so  much  as a  fraction  of  applied  pressure .  ❛   what  kind  of  question  is  that  ?   ❜   tone   &   expression  are  a  matching  set ,   unamused  yet ,   somehow ,   vaguely  humoured  in  some  distant ,  warm  part  of  his  heart .   that  andrew  has  to  ask  means  a  great  deal  more  than  anyone  could  imagine ,   that  he  does  ask  is  a  different  matter  entirely .   what  does  he  wish  to  hear  ?   either  answer ,   neil’s  neck  is  in  the  open ,   either  option  leaves  the  guillotine  to  splice  it  from  his  shoulders .   either  answer ,  he  is  damned .   ❛   ━━━━   of  course  i  do .   how  else  do  you  think  i ,   mm .    ❜   in  penance  for  his  sin ,   a  kiss  is  offered ,   whether  andrew  takes  it  is  up  to  him ,   but  neil  isn’t  moving.

he  smiles  through  the  kiss ,     lips  curling  against  neil’s .     how  can  andrew  breathe  when  they’re  not  like  this ?     the  pain  has  melted  away ,     taken  away  by  fingertips  that  feel  like  they  are  burning  themselves  into  him .      ❝     YOU  DISGUST  ME .     ❞     or  is  he  the  disgusting  one ,     the  mere  connotation  of  neil  whispering  his  name  so  intimately  sending  shivers  down  his  spine .     

❝     A  PRINCE  SHOULD  WAIT  UNTIL  HE’S  MARRIED .     DON’T  YOU  AGREE ?     ❞     his  words  are  a  tease ;     bait  held  out  for  neil  to  sink  his  fingers  in .     they  are  sinners  disguised  as  saints ,     stolen  kisses  hidden  from  the  eyes  of  the  heavenly  father .     andrew  is  familiar  with  the  anger  inside  of  neil’s  betrothed ,     how  neil  could  suffer  at  his  hands .     he  would  never  let  that  happen .     pathetic ,     really ,     how  quickly  andrew  would  sacrifice  himself  for  neil .     his  grip  tightens  on  neil’s  neck ,     staring  up  at  him  like  he  put  the  sun  and  stars  in  the  sky .      ❝      HAVE  YOU  EVER  THOUGHT  ABOUT  RUNNING  AWAY  WITH  ME ?     ❞

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henlo stinky fox.....go burrow a hole ugly

                hi  u  stinky  raven ,     my  bf  wil  roast  u  alive !

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N E I L .

❛   PROBABLY.   BUT  HE  WON’T  BE  MISSING  ME,   ❜    words  drip  mercilessly  from  his  tongue,   doused  in  false  sweetness  that  belongs  to  nobody  but  andrew.  ❛   ━━   IF  THAT’S  WHAT  YOU  ARE  AFRAID  OF.   ❜   fiancée,    a  word  of  which  holds  so  little  meaning  in  this  world   &   the  next,   (   should  there  be  such  a  thing   )   riko’s  name   &   his  promises  loom,   bitter,     in  the  empty  space  between  andrew’s  lips,   warm   /   inviting,   &   neil’s  own,   parted  in  anticipation.

though  he  knows  better  than  to  think  andrew  fears  anything  but  falling   (   too  late,   never  fear   )    &   not  being  caught.   ❛   DO  YOU  HAVE  TO  ASK  ?   ❜   a  man  is  impatience  personified;   a  sigh  echoes  through  his  lips   &   the  smile  he  wears  betrays  is  eagerness  to  reassure,   to  give  andrew  what  it  is  he  so  desires   ━━   ❛   YES,   ALWAYS.   ❜   ━━   the  answer,   spoken  with  truth   &   longing  as  he  inches  closer  still,  diminishing  useless  distance  between  them,   waiting,   teasing,   ready.

he  can’t  help  his  scowl ,     lips  curling  at  how  easily  neil  can  respond .     he  hates  this  devotion  that  neil  has ,     like  if  andrew  asked  him  anything  nicely  enough  he  would  do  it  without  another  word .     his  thumb  comes  to  rest  on  the  other’s  lower  lip ,     breath  caught  in  his  throat  and  heart  thundering  in  his  chest .     his  free  hand  tangles  into  the  collar ,     pulling  them  together  until  andrew  can  feel  the  heat  rising  in  his  stomach .

and  then  they’re  kissing ,     lips  brushing  against  each  other  and  an  insistent  need  that  had  once  lay  dormant  sparking  again .     he  can  taste  the  champagne  on  neil’s  lips ;     feel  the  softness  and  every  move  he  makes .     this  is  dangerous  .     anyone  could  walk  out ;     catch  them  entangled  in  each  other .     but  neil  is  intoxicating ,     leaving  andrew  wondering  if  the  d i z z i n e s s  is  from  the  alcohol  or  him .     ❝     DO  YOU  THINK  ABOUT  ME  WHEN  YOU’RE  WITH  HIM ?     ❞     his  lips  part ,     though  they  never  break  contact .     his  voice  is  barely  a  whisper ,     a  question  that  cannot  be  left  unanswered . 

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N E I L .

the  cold  creeps  in  andrew’s  absence,   each  passing  second  a  knife  in  his  chest   -           one  of  andrew’s  knives.   a  constant  reminder  that  they  are  apart,   separated  by  the  foolish  desire’s  of  others   &   the  notion  that  they  are  tainted,   that  what  they  feel   (   not  for  their  chosen  partners,   but  for  each  other   )  is  wrong,   forbidden,  the  idea   impossible  to  entertain  as  more  than  the   mere  speculation  of  childish  idiocy.   in  andrew’s  return,   warmth  blossoms.   the  prince  becomes  rosy  with  yearning,   heart  clenched  until  the  moment  the  blond  beckons  for  him   -             only then,   does  he  breathe  even  if  the  memory  of  andrew’s  hand,   sitting  delicately  on  his  throat,   dances  in  his  mind.

if  there  is  cold  to  be  felt  beyond  the  threshold   &   out  into  the night,  he  does  not  feel  it.   how  could  he  ?   when  the  mere  sight  of  andrew  makes  spring  flowers  b l o o m  within  his  chest,   threatening  a  bloody  escape   through  the  mild  ache  that  sits  centre  as  he  looks  through  a  thin  veil  of  smoke  at  the  one  person  he  could  ever  be  so  unfortunate  (   in  nature,   never  in  spirit,   need   or   want   )   to  l o v e.   ❛   I  WAS  WAITING  FOR  YOU.   ❜   whispered   sweetly,    only  for  andrew   &   the  night  sky,   their  only  company,    the  only  trustworthy  friend  aware  of  their  secret,   of  hushed  words  shared  between  breaths   &   touches  within  bustling  crowds  or  in  the  comfort  of  one  another.

his  words  feel  like  heaven ;     a  reminder  of  how  close  he  can  be  before  his  fall  from  grace     (     a  fallen  angel     ) .     the  cigarette  hangs  loosely  from  extended  digits ,     ash  smoldering  red  in  the  half  light .     he  moves  forwards ,     closer ,     until  they’re  inches  apart .     he tosses  away  the  cigarette ,     hand  moving  to  move  along  the  other’s  jawline .     ❝     SHOULDN’T  YOU  BE  WITH  YOUR  LEGITIMATE  FIANCÉE ?     ❞     he  keeps  his  voice  low ,     head  tilting  upwards .

burning  hazel  and  icy  blue     --------     what  a  pair  they  make .     a  p r i n c e ,     looking  at  him  like  he  is  something  that  deserves  softness .      ❝     YES  OR  NO ?     ❞     andrew  can’t  help  himself ,     lips  parting  and  hand  moving  to  rest  on  neil’s  collarbone  now .     they  are  together ,     after  so  long .     he  feels  whole  again ,     like  the  void  in  his  chest  has  been  filled .     is  this  what  love  is  like ?     (     you  have  fallen  so  far .     )        every  passing  second  feels  like  infinity ,     like  they  can  exist  like  this  until  the  end .

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would u quit CANOODLING in front of my own two eyes

               UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  i  think  the  FUCK  not

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i  can’t  believe  i’m  that  one  bitch  who’s  only  gonna  ship  with  @runawyes​ .     both  on  here  and  irl ; )

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N E I L .

              ❛                   nicotine  patches.    but  that  might  just  be  for  smoking.                                      or  you  could  live  up  to  my  expectations  &  kill  me.  ❜

❝     IT  WOULD  BE  INFINITELY  MORE  CONVENIENT  FOR  EVERYONE  IF  YOU  COULD  STAY  DEAD .     YOU  SEEM  UNABLE  TO  DO  THAT ,     NEIL .     ❞

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❝     I  WISH  I  KNEW  HOW  TO  QUIT  YOU .     ❞

@runawyes

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kith me

                           EYY  BBY

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stolen  glances ;     fingers  brushing  against  palms  as  paths  cross ;     escalating  into  hidden  meetings  and  exploring  touches ,     until  neil’s  touch  is  the  only  thing  that  makes  him  exhale     -------     a continuous  pattern  of  holding  his  breath  until  they  can  see  each  other ,  hold  each  other .     how  desperate  he  becomes  when  neil  stands  on  the  other  side  of  the  room ,    body  yearning  for  his  touch .

the  beating  of  a  cigarette  package  against  steady  palm ,     locking  eyes  from  across the  room .     he  raises  one  to  his  lips ,     a  signal  of  his  exit ,     meant  only  for  neil .     he  hopes  knows  that  neil  will  follow ,     away  from  the  prying  eyes  of  the  guests .     it’s  been  too  long ;     andrew  feels  as  if  a  part  of  himself  has  withered  /  died     --------     though  now  it  has  life  breathed  into  it ,     his  heart  beating  so  hard  it  might  break  the  walls  of  his  r i b s .

@runawyes  because  this  isn’t  about  gay  cowboys .

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❝     ALLISON ,     WHAT  HAVE  YOU  DONE  TO  NEIL’S  JORTS ?     I  WILL  NOT  HESITATE  TO  HURT  YOU  IF  YOU’VE  FUCKED  WITH  THEM  IN  ANY  WAY .     ❞

@holdsground   ♡

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❝     DON’T  YOU  HAVE  STICK  BALL  PRACTICE  TO  ATTEND ?     ❞        

@courtqueen   ♡

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runawyes.     *  DON’T  GO  WHERE  I  CAN’T  FOLLOW.

SHOULDERS LIFT IN A BLUNT  &  uninterested  response,   focus  turns  to  the  tenderness  no  longer  quite  so  unexpected,   it  is  all  he  is  granted  in  moments  of  d e a d l y  silence,   (   is  anything  QUIET  anymore  ?  always,  a  monster  lurks  beyond  the  fence,   but  whatever  monsters  there  are,   they  are  not  in  here.   )   eager  eyes  follow  andrew’s  touch,  savouring  each  mindful  graze  of  fingertips  against  marred  flesh              still  warm,   still  alive,   still  fighting  to  survive;   clawing  through  loss  of  hope  to  reach  the  light  no  longer  shining.   both  yet  untouched  by  death’s  cold  hand,   but  never  for  lack  of  trying  to  tear  them  limb  from  limb. 

❛ stopped  before  i  took  watch.  ❜   hunger,   a  pain  this  body  is  no  longer  familiar  with.  years  of  this,    the  run  &  go  of  it  all  taught  him  to want  for  nothing.   his  mother’s  hands  upon  his  skin  as  a  warning  to  keep  quiet,   stop  whining,   do  not  draw  attention  just  sit  quiet  &  wait  engraved  the  idea  that  food  was  unimportant  next  to  survival  (   mary  should  have  perhaps  bettered  the  logic  behind  her  teachings,  starving  children  are  no  more  use  than  those  who  cry.  )   and  so  an  apple  is  a  mere  object  of  finality,   a  last  resort               an  unoccupied  hand  however  reaches  into  the  pocket  of  his  jersey (  #03,  MINYARD   ) and  emerges  holding  out   none  other  than  a   reese's  candy  bar.  ❛               yours.   snagged  it  during  the  raid  matt  &  i  did  this  morning.  ❜ 

❝     WE  HAVE  EXTRA  NOW  THAT  NICKY’S  GONE .     YOU  HAVE  TO  EAT .     ❞     pathetic  really ,     how  quickly  andrew  would  sacrifice  himself  for  this  boy .     his  own  safety  is  irrelevant ;     he  would  throw  himself  into  a  hoard  of  the  living  dead  to  save  neil .     what  he  had  once  reprimanded  aaron  for     (     being  in  love !     ) ,     he  now  felt ,     chained  into  his  bones  and  sewn  into  his  flesh .     all  that  for  his  m a r t y r  boy .      

then  he  produces  the  candy  from  the  pocket  of  the  stained  jersey ,     lips  parting  silently  and  eyes  widening  at  the  orange  wrapper .     ❝    YOU  CAN’T  KEEP  DOING  SHIT  LIKE  THIS .     I  DON’T  WANT  YOU  TO  GO  OUT  OF  YOUR  WAY  TO  GET  ME  SHIT .     ❞     the  edge  in  his  voice  is  meant  to  leave  an  impact ,     is  meant  to  snap  neil  into  the  reality  of  the  world .     i  don’t  know  what  i  would  do  if  i  lost  you .     digits  curl  into  themselves ,     though  knuckles  never  leave  the  skin .     free  fingers  pluck  at  the  hem  of  the  jersey ,     brow furrowed .     ❝     THREE  HUNDRED  FIFTY  SEVEN  PER  CENT .     ❞     the  edge  is  entirely  gone ,     dissipating  into  the  air .     shoulders  brush ,     forearms  clash .     his  breath  still  catches  in  his  lungs  when  neil  touches  him .     (     it’s  like  neil  sets  him  on  fire .     )     the  sounds  of  those  asleep  are  comforting ,     the  small  noises  echoing  throughout  the  room .     head  turns  to  look  outside  the  small window ,     looking  at  the  empty  street  below .     ❝     YOU  WANT  TO  SHARE ?     ❞     he  quickly  opens  the  wrapper ,     biting  into  one  of  the  peanut  butter  cups .

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hey  rats ,     like  this  for  a  starter  of  varying  length

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runawyes.     *  FOR  YOU  I’D  BURN  THE  WHOLE  WORLD.

this  doesn’t  scare  him.   the   running,   the   hiding,   the   constant  lingering  fear  that  a  fallen  tree  branch  could  somehow  mean  (    the  end  of  all  things  ).  no,  it  doesn’t  scare  him.   what  he  fears  is  powerlessness,  the  gnawing  feeling  in  his  gut  that  this  is  all  for  naught                  nothing  they  do  will  keep  them  safe.   knives  are  useless,  guns  are  useless,   PEOPLE  ARE  USELESS   (   they  die  &  they  rise  again,  again,  again   ).   the  world  has  crumbled,  is  killing  everything  that  used  to  thrive  within  it  & the  measures  past  taken  to PROTECT  are  simply  another  means  to  THEIR  END.

❛  don’t  say  stupid  shit.  ❜  nothing  can  keep  me  safe,   he  doesn’t  say,  andrew  knows  it,  is  as  much  a  believer  that  this  resistance  (   looking  death  in  the  eyes  &  refusing  to  surrender   ),   is  futile              &  slides  to  be  next  to  him,   shoulder  to  shoulder,  band  to  band,  knife  to  knife  even   sheathed  and  unseen,  palm  open  with  an  invitation.  ❛  stay  up  with  me              i  fucking  hate  doing  nights  on  my  own.  ❜   honesty,  his  only  policy,  now,  even  if  it  means  admitting  to  the  fear  of  being  eaten  alive,  of  not  being  enough  to  protect  what  little  family  he  can  call  his  own.

do  not  speak .     instead  he  moves  silently ,     gaze  unwavering  as  his  golden  head  tips  upwards ,     lips  parting  as  a  hand  lifts ,     digits  dancing  on  the  others  jawline .     ❝     YOU  SHOULD  HAVE  SAID  SOMETHING  EARLIER .     ❞     disappointment  laces  every  syllable ,     lips  turned  downwards  as  he  talks .     ❝    I  WOULD  HAVE  TAKEN  OVER .     ❞     maybe  he  is  the  real  machine ;     ready  to  starve  and  lose  sleep  to  please  neil ,     to  accommodate  for  him .     

fingers  move  to  trace  a  pattern  onto  neil’s  palm ,     hazel  stare  focused  solely  on  the  contact  between  them .     he  knows  the  exact  measurements  of  the  lines  that  etched  themselves  into  those  hands .     he  knows  how  hot  they  feel  against  him ,     how heavy  they  can  be .     how  andrew  adores  those  hands .     eyes  raise ,     shoulders  brushing  slightly  as  physique  adjusts .     ❝     DID  YOU  EAT ?     ❞     the  softness  in  his  voice  is  one  that  is  reserved  just  for  neil ;     the  only  person  who  has  ever  held  him  like  he  could  break .     he  wants  to  speak ,     wants  to  say  something  more .    the  silence  is  deafening ,     i m p o s s i b l e  to  escape .     it  sits  on  everything ,    unable  to  break .     they  are  the  only  thing  with  a  heartbeat .

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hey half-pint, where's ur boy toy. i wanna burn his ugly ass jorts :/

❝       TAKE  THE  LIGHTER  TO  YOUR  OWN  CLOTHES  FIRST ,     PRINCESS .     ❞

[halfminyyyard-blog]

runawyes.      *  I  CAN  FEEL  YOU  UNDER  MY  SKIN.

UNDER  THE  COVER  OF  NIGHTFALL  even  still,  relaxation  is  hard  to  come  by.   the  desire  to  sleep  is  masked  by  the  guise  of  someone  in control  of  the  world  around  them,   in  control  of   the  fear  lingering  in  their  chest.   it’s  a  lie           but  neil  josten  knows  all  too  well  how  lies  can  give  false  security,  the  patchwork  hope  in  his  smile  &  shaking  hands  frozen  to  the  tips  (   trying   hours  long   to  wash  away  the  blood  of  a  stranger  &  it’s  odd  -        it’s  never  bothered  him  before,   the  feel  of  another’s  blood  coating  his  skin,   burning  away,   acidic  iron  sitting  crimson  on  fair  skin   ).

            ❛  hey           andrew,    you  awake  ?  ❜  not  a  question  so  much  as  it  is  a  request,   whispered  so  as  not  to  wake  up  the  sleeping  figures  on  the  other  side  of  the  room.   a  shuffle  to  follow  as  he  moves  away  from  the  window  to  the  floor,   gently  prodding  andrew’s  foot  in  the  process.   wake  up.   i  don’t  want  to  keep  watch  on  my  own  anymore.   ❛   andrew.   psst.   if  you’re  pretending,   i’m  gonna  kick  your  ass.  ❜  starter  // @eideticals· !

fluttering  heart  has  yet  to  still ,     veins  filled  with  blood  diluted  with  serotonin .     sleep  is  dangerous ;     they  wait  ‘til  eyes  shut  and  breathing  stills  and  then  they  are  ‘pon  you ,     teeth  and  nails  digging  into  supple  flesh .     they  are  unrelenting ,     machines programmed  to  do  nothing  but  e a t .     that’s  how  nicky  went .     he  screamed  until  his  throat  was  torn  out ,     the  teeth  clamping  down  and  ending  the  sound     (     replacing  it  with  a  gurgling  noise  that  still  echoed  in  andrew’s  ears     ) .

the  slight  touch  has  eyes  snapping  open ,     dilated  pupils  finding  the  figure  only  an  arm  lengths  away     (     too  far  away     ) .     ❝      SCARED ,     NEIL ?     ----       --     THEY  CAN’T  HURT  YOU .     ❞     i  wouldn’t  let  them .     digits  curl  around  the  other’s  ankle ,     head  tilting  as  unspoken  words  hang  onto  parted  lips .      ❝       YOU  SHOULD  SLEEP .     NOW .     ❞      the  watches  are  long ,     hours  spent  waiting  for  a  noise ,     muscles  tensed  and  heat  pounding  at  the  slightest  creak .      the  hours  stretched  longer  when  neil  was  not  with  him ,     when  their  heartbeats  were  not  one ,     when  andrew  could  not  feel  him  under  his  fingertips .      ❝       OR  DO  YOU  WANT  ME  TO  STAY  UP  WITH  YOU  ?     ❞