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Neil Josten, post-game interview
Jean in every other universe is marked with the number ‘4’, a very unlucky number in Japan and a homophone for “death” and in every other universe Jean dies.
However, in this one Jean takes Nathaniel’s number, ‘3’, a lucky number symbolising stability and abundance. And he lives.
Neil would be marked with ‘4’, marked for death, but Lola burned it off. And he survives.
it's so funny and sad how jean thinks he's this unloveable thing meanwhile he's like the people's princess of the aftg universe. he won cat and laila over immediately and the rest of the trojans are completely obsessed with him. neil, kevin, and renee care about him so much and would do anything for him. andrew begrudgingly respects him and took his heavy-handed advice. thea calls him her little duckling. oh and jeremy knox is head-over-heels in love with him. he really is just that loveable
when you have plans in the morning you can still live an eventful & fulfilling life afterwards but when you've got plans in the afternoon? well that's your whole day
In tkm, after andreils done showering together (hehe) Neil tries to end the truth for truth game cus he has no more secrets and Andrews like nooo we can't end the game I still need to know every thought in your head as u should mine and you're not getting away we should merge souls
I will never get over Kevin giving Neil such a disgusted look that it made the guy self conscious about his clothing choices for the first and only time in the series.
we talk a lot about how much of a revelation andrew’s confession is for neil, and not enough about how revelatory neil’s reaction is for andrew. because like. imagine you like this boy. but he doesn’t swing. you know the answer would be “no,” so there’s no point in even asking. then he goes and gets himself needlessly tortured for you, and tells you there’s no amount of suffering he wouldn’t endure for you. not because he thinks you’re weak, but because he thinks you’re worth protecting. he says things that you would interpret as advances if it were literally anyone else. you remind yourself that he doesn’t swing. now you’re at eden’s and he’s asking about your feelings for him in 12 different ways. he really wants to know. so you tell him, in the most casual and crass way you can, thinking that’ll put an end to it. but unfathomably, it doesn’t. he asks you why you didn’t tell him. why would you have? it would have been a “no.” you say that, and instead of confirming it, he just echoes your words, clearly still reeling. you start to leave, and he tells you that he wants to keep playing your game. while the absence of a “no” is obviously not the same thing as a “yes,” you’ve been operating for months and months under the assumption that the answer would be unequivocal. so you keep waiting for that answer, but it never comes. for the first time since you met him, you wonder if maybe it’s not a “no” after all. if maybe you could have this. you can’t remember the last time you were able to have something you wanted. the world tilting on its axis, indeed.
you didn’t hear it from me but this is the polaroid neil keeps in his wallet and looks at every day
Neil and Andrew spend time together, but Kevin is always nearby and watching Exy
jean and neil having this conversation
Neil noticing Jean was into Renee after a few brief moments at the banquet I know Andrew was sick oh that you noticed but when I, Andrew Minyard….
Forty-year-old, married, absolutely spoiled-as-fuck Andrew.
Neil who never lets Andrew carry his own bag through an airport or out of a stadium, even though Andrew is inarguably bigger and more muscled than him. Who always keeps the freezer stocked with ice cream no matter the circumstances. Who keeps a bubble of space around Andrew when they’re walking through thick crowds, always a bicep or an elbow in the way to stop people from getting too close. Who gets his wallet out every time they get dinner like Andrew doesn’t make 80% more than him. Always free shoulder and feet massages, post-game and in-bed and whenever, without Andrew ever having to ask. He always washes Andrew’s hair first in the shower, always cups the water away from his face so soap doesn’t get in his eyes.
Neil who is always down to do Anything Andrew Wants, Ever. Andrew wants to go on a drive in the middle of the night? Or an impromptu road trip in the off season? Sure, Neil’s grabbing the keys. On the road they pass a pungent, fresh-made bakery and Neil turns the car around without uttering a word. Neil, who, after years, always answers the phone when Andrew calls on the very first ring — who turns his full-attention to Andrew when he calls his name, even in the most crowded room. Who does pretty much anything Andrew asks of him and anticipates dozens of other wants and needs. Who always goes out of his way to make Andrew’s life easier. Neil, who puts Andrew above anything and everything else.
Spoiled-as-fuck Andrew, and he knows it, and he carries that comfort and security with him everywhere.
i dont think straight people should be allowed to do "enemies to lovers" i think if a man is your enemy you need to trust that you were correct the first time and slay him in battle
can’t stop thinking about Jean sitting there in a ridiculous, brightly colored Happy Birthday hat, staring blankly at a single lit candle while all the Floozies, for reasons known only to themselves, sing at him with an almost alarming level of enthusiasm. meanwhile, Jeremy has Jab perched on his lap, happily clapping the dog’s paws along to the rhythm of the song. and Jean just blinks. he looks at the candle. then at Jab. Jab looks back. then back at the candle. slowly, it dawns on him that he and the dog are apparently in the exact same situation: unwilling participants in whatever is happening, and neither of them has the slightest idea what they’re supposed to do.
I’m the first and last person in my bloodline with a tumblr blog
sometimes kevin reads exy rpf. he’d break his right hand before admitting it, but if anyone were to find out, he has rationalized it enough to pass it off as a normal thing to do (or so he thinks). he would say it’s a helpful gauge to see what fans think of him as a person, which is important because image is a big part of his career and ergo his likelihood of survival, because of ichirou
that being said, there’s this one fic. and it’s a mafia au. and the more he reads, the more suspicious he gets. it’s all very accurate, except all of the friendships he has are portrayed as a lot more erotic. but there’s the yakuza… evermore being a coverup… riko being bashed to shreds, which is not the norm for these works… and then, a detail, so small, so insignificant, that it sends a shiver down kevin’s spine. something a little bit embarrassing that no fan should know. he becomes as paranoid as neil for a couple of days, maybe even asks neil to have his contacts track down the ip adress of whoever wrote the fic -- and it's at fox tower. just as kevin's debating admitting all of this to the world only so that security can track whoever is obviously stalking him, he catches nicky updating the fic.