They're all dating except Art isn't aware of it bc he's stupid. He recognises Patrick x Tashi x Reader are dating but he thinks they just let him come out with them to be nice. Let's have some angst. Art is like "I don't want to keep going out on dates with you guys" - because he thinks he's third (fourth?) wheeling them. Patrick, Tashi and Reader assume he's breaking up with them. Miscommunication: Art never says he thinks he's the third (fourth?) wheel, They never say the words breaking up. Everyone just assumes everyone else is on the same page. Art wonders why all his friends have gotten mad at him because he wants to stop third (fourth?) wheeling their dates. He assumes they must have found out he likes them and are grossed out by him. Thankful reader posts like "When your boyfriend breaks up with you 😔" and Art sees and is like oh, Patrick left you? I'm so sorry. And Reader/Tashi/Patrick are like No? You left us? And he's like I wasn't your boyfriend? And they're like yes? You were?
aww this is so cute, thanks for the req!
(take a shot everytime someone says "im lost" LOL)
Hello its the anon from a few hours ago, hope I'm not bothering, just wanted to ask if you will do some one shots, maybe something like the jealousy headcanon you did with neil and Andrew but as a fic or how they met reader...
No pressure, just asking, in any case I'll be happy to read whatever you write! -😭🙏
The bass of the speakers was loud enough to rattle your bones, you could feel it in your teeth.
Eden's was never quiet. It was its own beast with a heart that beat to the rhythm of the music. The drinks were the blood flowing through it's veins. It's the only beast Andrew and Neil were willing to let you get devoured by, as they themselves indulged in the belly of the beast.
All around you bodies danced; pressing up against one another, grinding, kissing, touching.
At times it was hard for you to imagine why such a place would call to Andrew. He didn't like being touched, not by strangers. It was probably the feeling of being separate and connected all at once.
The first time you came to Eden's, it was like entering another dimension, one that wanted to eat you and suck out your soul. Andrew and Neil were your tether back to Earth, both then and now.
Andrew was at a table, watching over everything with a drink in his hands. At least, that's what he was doing last time you looked over.
Neil had been dragged onto the dance floor by Nicky, whether or not he was dancing, you hadn't a clue.
You were by the bar, waiting for a cold glass of iced tea. It was time to sober up, at least a little bit. All of you, meaning Kevin, Nicky, Aaron, Neil, and Andrew, would be leaving within the next hour or so.
The alcohol had done it's job and you were very much ready to come back into your own body.
Absently, you wondered about what the rest of the night would hold once you were back at the house. Would Neil and Andrew drag you onto the porch for a smoke? Would you grab a tub of ice cream and curl up next to your boys and enjoy one another's company? Would Andrew grab onto your hair or clothes or the chain around your neck and ask you that blessed question; "yes or no?"
You could feel your face heat pleasantly.
All was well... Or it was.
The feeling of fingers trailed up your spine, too warm, too sudden. Every muscle in your body tensed.
Andrew grabbed, he tugged, and he would slide up next to you. Neil would lay himself on top of you as if trying to engulf your very being. They didn't touch you like this, not with dancing fingers up your spine, not without asking.
"Hey, there.~"
You tense because there was no way that was one of your boys. Some part of your brain had been hoping it was Nicky, being handsy and friendly, and oh so unaware of himself. But it wasn't Nicky, it wasn't Aaron, it wasn't Kevin drunkenly stumbling into you, and it wasn't your boys.
You shift away, not wanting to engage further.
You and Bee had been working on aggression, the kind that suddenly built in your gut and exploded outwards. The you of the past would've swung without thought or you would've ducked under the counter until one of your friends came to collect you.
"I'm talkin' to ya, lil un." His breath was warm on your ear, and moist.
"Back off," you hiss, tensing up every muscle in preparation. Surely Bee would forgive you for what you were about to do to this guy.
You didn't get the chance.
Not with Crashout Josten driving his fist into the side of this guys face. Not with Andrew tugging on the chain around your neck and guiding you closer to him and away from the man.
"Fucking try that again!" Neil growled to the man sprawled across the floor, foot raised as if to stomp on him.
"Neil!" You could hear Nicky hiss.
Oh, you had an audience.
"I'm gonna kill 'im." Neil said with so much calm, it sent shivers up and down your spine. Was it from fear or excitement? Those wires often got crossed when you were with them.
"We are so not going to jail tonight!" Nicky grabbed at Neil, a futile task without the help of Kevin or Aaron. Kevin was too out of it to give a shit and Aaron wasn't willing to touch Neil with a 50 foot pole.
"Nicky," Andrew's voice rang as a warning. His hand had moved from the necklace chain to the back of your neck where he gave the occasional squeeze.
"He's not worth it, let's just go," you grumble. There was no point in prolonging this, you just wanted to go home and rest.
Neil's cold blue eyes locked onto you, staring you down. For a moment, you felt as though you were the one under Neil's foot, at his mercy of stomping down.
Andrew squeezed the back of your neck.
That's right, Andrew wouldn't let that happen and Neil wouldn't do that in the first place, not to you.
"Let's go back to the house, I bought some frozen yogurt earlier and I'm hungry," You say.
Andrew makes a displeased grunt behind you while Neil's smile stretched into place. The smile of a predator.
Neil's shoe slams into the mans slide and he steps over him, towards you and Andrew.
"Rabbit," Andrew acknowledged, hand releasing your nape to squeeze Neil's for a quick moment.
And then, he was dragging you both out of the bar. Neil was being dragged by his nape and you by the collar of your shirt.
You could hear the stumbling footsteps of Kevin, Aaron, and Nicky following.
Neil climbed into the passenger seat and dragged you on top of him, Andrew got the drivers side, and the rest packed themselves into the back. No matter your height or muscle mass, Neil always found a way to make these cuddling positions work.
Typically, you would stack in the back but it seems that Neil was feeling awfully cuddly possessive. His face was tucked into the side of your neck and his hands held your waist securely.
Aaron scoffed from the backseat, Nicky reached over Kevin to smack him, Kevin groaned.
Neil smiled against your neck, no doubt pleased about bugging Aaron with such blatant displays of affection. You could feel his teeth skim your neck. It was obvious what he wanted, it was a matter of if he was willing to do it.
Before pulling out of the parking lot you caught Andrew's eye. It was a silent question he was asking, 'yes or no?' Because if he got the sense that you didn't want to be touched, he would make sure that you weren't.
Slowly, you blink back at him. He turns towards the road, lips twitching.
By the time you get back to the house, Neil's hands are under your shirt and resting on your belly, and his teeth have made a few indentations around your shoulders and the junction between them and your neck.
Once the snoring had started in the backseat, Andrew's right hand had drifted away from the steering wheel and his pinky brushed against yours.
All was well, in an emotionally constipated way, but nonetheless, it was just as you wanted and needed.
Arriving at the house was as eventful as usual. Andrew crawled out of the car and slammed the door, waking the three in the back. Neil refused to let you get out of the car until Andrew came around to pull you both out.
Kevin was frog marched up to bed by Nicky and Aaron, leaving you, Andrew, and Neil on the main floor.
You weren't particularly tired and Neil looked way too wired to sleep. Andrew always looked a little tired, probably has to do with his half lidded eyes and bored expression.
"Frozen yogurt," you untangle yourself from Neil to retrieve the frozen treat.
Andrew glares at you from the living room.
Such a baby, only wanting ice cream and not even trying frozen yogurt.
Of course, you grab a tub of ice cream for him as you leave the kitchen along with spoons and your own sweet treat.
Andrew was draped across a bean bag and Neil was on the couch behind him. His legs were on either side of the bean bag, one of Andrew's hands was wrapped around Neil's ankle.
You plop the ice cream tub into Andrew's lap followed by a spoon. You then sit beside Neil, pressed up close to share the delight of frozen yogurt.
"I hate you." Andrew grumbled through a mouthful of chocolate ice cream.
Neil snickered and shoveled another spoonful of frozen yogurt into his mouth.
There was no point in thanking Andrew or Neil, they wouldn't appreciate it. They already knew how you felt. So, you said the only thing you knew would appease them.
"We like you too," you simper, earning a squeeze from Neil and a side eye from Andrew.
Yeah, none of you were going to talk about what happened earlier that night. All of you knew what happened, and now you were together, within each others orbit once again.
Andrew giving you his back and glancing at you while you ate, that was trust and care. Neil pressing you close and whispering stupid lines during the movie you put on, that was his version of care.
so like, this didn't go according to plan but i like it a lot and so i'm gonna post it anyways.
i'll do a proper, funny jealousy one shot a different time!
