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alex and henry would absolutely have a secret private wedding before the big televised one, just like harry and meghan did
wlw stickball jocks đ€
Alex: is an asshole to Henry for like 4 years
Henry:
âHeâs part of it all now, headlines and oil paintings and pages in the Library of Congress, etched right alongside. And heâs part of *them.* Goddamn forever.â
- *Red, White & Royal Blue* by Casey McQuiston
A bit rushed in the thick of Nano, but I am MANIFESTING GOOD VIBES, YâALL. đșđž
No thoughts head empty only soft andreil
time to remember how to draw by going back to books i read as a teen huhu
congratulations on 500!! feels good to finally be part of something!! for the prompts can i request neil and aaron becoming friends?
sure you can!
@leoisgayforwriting you also requested andrew, neil, and aaron bonding, so i got two birds with one stone!
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Neil needs his appendix out. Really, itâs not surprising. Out of all the things Neilâs endured, an appendectomy is something incredibly minor.Â
But heâs nervous. Sure, heâs been shot and stabbed and literally fucking tortured, but allowing someone to knock him out and then cut him open is a lack of control that he avoids at all times. But itâs better than letting his appendix explode. His abdomen has been on fire for the last eight hours, and Andrew skipped practice and drove him to the emergency room. Theyâve been there for another three, and Neilâs going under in half an hour.Â
Heâs only moderately freaking out. Thereâs an IV port in his arm, which really didnât hurt, and heâs holding Andrewâs hand with his free arm. The anesthesiologist was incredibly patient with him, but Neilâs just worried about loosening his tongue going into and coming out of surgery.
âAndrew,â he says quietly. Andrew hums. âWhat if this isnât normal? You havenât had surgery, I havenât had surgery, what if theyâre waiting for too long or theyâre going to do something wrong-â
âNeil,â Andrew says, shifting his other hand to hold the back of his neck, grounding him. âThis is a routine procedure. Breathe.â
Neil takes a deep, shuddering breath. And another. But he canât seem to calm down. Andrew squeezes his hand twice, and then fiddles with his phone, placing it face up on Neilâs knee. Aaronâs voice, tinny and annoyed, comes through. âWhat is it?â Heâs outside, and Neil remembers that heâs on his day off. He saw Andrew texting him in the waiting room.Â
âNeilâs getting his appendix out and is overthinking everything.â Andrew says, bored, though his thumb is stroking the back of Neilâs hand, calming him.Â
âWhatâs up?â Aaron asks, tone softening. Theyâve gotten closer over the years, if only for a mutual desire to tease Andrew, and Aaronâs provided Neil with many valuable tricks over the years to calm his panic attacks. Andrewâs started keeping a bucket of ice chips in the freezer just for Neil to suck on when he gets nervous.Â
So Neil talks him through their process, Andrew jumping in to correct Neilâs anxious brain. Aaron makes noises of affirmation at appropriate times, and once Neilâs done explaining, he sighs. âYouâre overthinking, Josten. This is normal. Your surgeon has probably done this procedure dozens of times. Andrew will be there when you wake up, thereâs nothing out of the ordinary happening. They wonât take anything you say literally when youâre all doped up. Okay?â
âOkay,â Neil sighs. âSorry for bothering you.â Andrew rolls his eyes.Â
âNothing to be sorry for,â Aaron says. âAndrew, Iâll swing by with lunch in an hour? Kate has soup that I can bring for Neil.â
âSure,â Andrew grunts. They hang up without much fanfare, and they sit in silence until one of the nurses comes in, bearing syringes.Â
They push Valium through his IV and Andrew drops a kiss on his forehead as everything gets very loose. He doesnât remember his trip to the OR, just closes his eyes and relaxes as best he can, replaying Andrewâs light kiss on his forehead and the brush of his thumb against Neilâs knuckles.
Waking up after surgery is strange and warm. Thereâs beeping coming from somewhere, slow and rhythmic, and Neil drifts in and out of consciousness for a bit, barely registering the pain in his abdomen. He feels a hand holding his, warm and familiar, and he knows he mutters something about Andrew. But itâs hazy.Â
Once heâs properly woken up, he gets wheeled up to the room where heâs staying the night. Andrewâs brought him underwear, and it takes a little bit of wiggling to get it on, but heâs warm and comfy and he has soup that he takes occasional bites of while watching TV with Andrew.
Aaron swings by, plopping himself down in a chair and asking Neil how he feels. Thinking about it, Neil actually feels better. Heâs still on a lot of painkillers, but thereâs no more fire in his stomach, and he can eat. âSee?â Aaron says, smiling slightly. âNothing to worry about.â
Heâs still there when a nurse comes in to check on Neil and make sure heâs feeling alright. He and Andrew shrug at each other when the nurse says that the procedure went completely as planned, because while Neil and Aaron have bonded over teasing Andrew, the brothers have grown closer over Neilâs disregard for his well being and the slightly hilarious stories that come from it.
Either way, Neil has to concede. Aaronâs right. He really didnât need to worry.
When Henry gets a new portrait
this blog turned three years old today.
Iâve been on tumblr since I was fifteen (my main: leaping-blizzards ....but I wonât say what my username used to be in 2012, itâs too embarrassing haha) and somehow Iâve stayed on this dumb app for 8 years and counting. I made this blog as an outlet for all my fandom posts so I wouldnât annoy my irl friends that were following my main. It was mostly just a place for me to reblog all the trc and aftg posts that were overwhelming my feed. I didnât expect anyone to actually follow it or like my shitposts or care about my thoughts.
And now it has almost 1200 followers?? Thatâs so wild to me. Anyway, I know Iâm not as active on here as I used to be (adulting leaves little time for tumblr, lol) but I just wanted to come on here and say thanks for following, thanks for the love. Iâve loved reading all your thoughts and fanfics, reblogging your fanart and obsessing over all these incredible works of literature with all of you.
xo, Rachelđ
(p.s. I know some people do like...fics or art to celebrate milestones on their blogs but I can neither write nor do art so lmk if thereâs something yâall want me to do)
during the height of the minyard-josten rivalry, a tiktok account is made titled âandrewminyardshusbandâ
At first itâs believed to be a stan account or something similar, since all they do is post clips from his games and interviews, half the time zoomed in on his arms with a ridiculous commentary dubbed over it
No one knows who makes the videos, mainly because they always use voice filters
But then the account starts posting videos of andrew?? Like at home?? And theyâre not like reposted Instagram stories, it really seems that this person is living with andrew
(these videos coincidentally start posting around the same time that neil josten joins andrews team)
the gang on their way to get shitfaced in columbia
andrew minyard, drumming on the back of the stadium seat in front of him during night practice: bored in the court and iâm in the court bored, bored in the court and iâm in the court bored, bored in the motherfucking in the court bored, and iâm bored in the motherfuâ
Andrew, plucking petals off a flower: I love him... I love him not... I love him... I love him not... I love him... fuck
andrew shredding the flower to pieces like a subway sandwich (jalapeños and lettuce only): fuck flowers renee, sitting beside him, peeling blades of grass apart to add to the growing pile in her lap: I donât think Iâve heard of that kind, actually. Is it a type of rose?
âWhen I was younger,â Henry says, âI had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that heâd love it as much as I did, and weâd slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a... daft pubescent fantasy.â
- Red White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
(Cue up Elton Johnâs âYour Songâ) â€ïžđâ€ïžđ
Oh maybe for the aftg drawing recs, some Andreil judging eachotherâs coffee orders or something? If youâre still doing them that is,,, Also I love your art, and have a good night or day!
ive been thinking abt this ever since i got this req... sorry it took so long hehe
Alice in wonderland fix but I really donât know what character Andrew would be. Like the twins seem so obvious but I think the Cheshire Cat would be better bc of the smile and also how extremely unhelpful he is? Or maybe the mad hatter idk. Rikoâs definitely the queen of hearts, and Kevinâs the white queen. I just think the concept of Neil running from his parents and falling down a rabbit hole is neat.
brUHHHHHHHH
(i didnt bother with the anthropomorphic shite because effort)
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Neil flattened his palms on the hem of his sky-blue skirt, wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this place. Heâd followed a harrowed-looking man with three red hearts tattooed and a pocket-watch clutched in his hand into a rabbit hole, and now he was standing in a field of talking flowers after growing to the size of his fatherâs manor and back down to an eighth of an inch.Â
His father would be furious. Heâd vanished from a very important gathering, of which Nathan Wesninskiâs son was expected to attend. Then again, his mother would be relieved heâd found an escape, even if it meant she paid the price for his absence.Â
Neil was terrified of his father, but he didnât want his mum to bear the weight of his actions in his stead. So he had to find a way back.Â
âWhy,â said a voice. âAre you lost, young one?â
I'm in fucking love with this???? Please make an entire fic or let me at it to my list of ideas to write on?????? Holy shit????
@jem-jam thank youuuu