aaron is so funny with his "i'm gonna pretend that i don't know you"
bro, your IDENTICAL twin is over there. what are you gonna say, that you have no idea who he is? that you've been separated at birth and only met many years later... oh yeah, that may actually work
Aaron minyard socmed part 71
Episode: Twinyards' day out
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Neil is very amused with Beaaron. Aaron swears he only got that teddy ironically, but it's not missed on anyone that he sleeps with it. Helps with his terrible insomnia. He stuffs his head into Beaaron's stomach like a pillow and is out like a light. The twins deserve cute experiences <3
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in honor of the holidays here's some foxes and co going home for the holidays (set sometime in the future)
Somewhere in Wisconsin:
Matt Boyd just won his last game before their winter break officially started.
Dan and Matt make their rounds to say goodbye to everyone as the team dispersed to various cities.
They head out and grab a taxi, making a quick stop by their house to grab their luggage.
They’re headed home for the holidays.
Back to where their family was gathering.
Back to South Carolina.
They were unbelievably excited to see everyone.
They had a secret that they were finally telling the foxes when they got them all together.
Dan cradled her growing belly and smiled as she looked out of the window.
Somewhere in Colorado:
Renee compiled a list of care advice for her neighbor who is petsitting for her while she’s in South Carolina.
It’s a hefty list and Renee is once again grateful for her kind, elderly neighbor who had volunteered herself immediately after hearing Renee was going to be traveling.
She made her rounds saying goodbye to all her pets before grabbing her suitcase and keys and heading to the door.
She sent a text to Allison to let her know she was about to hit the road.
Text sent she said one last goodbye at the door before locking up behind her.
South Carolina, here we come.
The thing about being a drug addict is, you never forget the feeling.
Even though he's been clean for years Aaron remembers the bliss of heroine like it was singing through his veins yesterday. The sizzle of cracker dust on his tongue only ever makes him long for something stronger, something that would really hype him up.
And so, when he sluggishly pulls himself into consciousness, the first thing he notices is the pleasant heaviness of the opioids running through his bloodstream.
God he’d fucking missed opiates. For all he likes to party, most of the time his drugs were about escaping, and his favourite escape has always been sleep. When real sleep first became a pipe dream, around the time mom met her piece of shit boyfriend Jared, the false twilight he found from a handful of oxycodone or the needle of a syringe were a decent enough substitute, a heavy blanket muffling everything and anything, but especially pain. And in the time after mom found Jared and before he found Andrew, pain was something that was never in short supply for Aaron.
He’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to take opiates anymore though. At least, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken them willingly since he nearly died coming off of them and everything else on the floor of his childhood bathroom. Which begs the question- why are they thrumming through his veins right now?
With a herculean effort he manages to lift his eyelids open, something the depressants in his bloodstream really don’t want him to do. He’s half tempted to ride out the high while he can, enjoy this little trip and deal with the inevitable fallout later, but if this really is some kind of relapse he has to drag himself somewhere with a lock so Andrew doesn’t actually murder him when he finds out.
The sterile white sheets and dozens of monitors surrounding him however, make it pretty obvious that a relapse is probably not why he’s currently high as a kite. The bandages wrapped around his torso seal the deal.
So he hasn’t relapsed- at least not by choice. Perfect. And he’s still high anyway. Awesome.
(In a faraway corner of his mind he wonders how bad his injuries must be for them to risk giving him such serious pain meds, especially considering Andrew is his emergency contact and most definitely would have told the doctors everything he’s ever taken and the risk, risk, riskiness of giving it to him again. The rest of him is still too blissed out and heavy to care.)
Speaking of Andrew, shouldn’t he be here? If there’s one thing Andrew doesn’t trust it’s doctors, and no matter how complicated things are between them and as much as Aaron despises admitting it, Andrew does spend an exorbitant amount of time trying in his weird, fucked up, therapy-may-never-fully-cure-this way to look after him. Also, as previously established, he’s Aaron’s emergency contact. Whatever happened to him- hit by a bus? Skydiving accident? Accidentally startling Neil? Aaron’s still kind of fuzzy on the details- Andrew should probably be here, at the very least to sign some paperwork.
Right?
Should, being the key word, because even through his half blurry vision and drug addled mind, Aaron quickly establishes that Andrew is not here.
It shouldn’t feel as bad as it does.
Aaron has been let down by Andrew before, dozens of times. It’s not like this is anything new, even if it does feel a lot bigger than Andrew bailing on lunch plans or choosing Neil over him even in the stupid arguments. But as much as he’s tried to keep his distance, much as he tried not to care, the undeniable truth about Andrew Minyard is that he’d crawled into a corner of Aaron’s heart the second Aaron found out he existed, and he’d lived there ever since, even if sometimes it felt like the tiny Andrew that lived there seemed determined to tear that corner of Aaron’s heart apart again and again and again, for no reason other than he could, because he was trapped there forever and no matter how hard he tried or how hard Andrew fought, he couldn’t ever get him out.
So it hurts, waking up alone, or it would if the drugs didn’t numb his emotional pains almost as well as his physical ones.
Fuck he loves drugs. Why did he ever stop taking them?
Even still, there’s a sharp sting of betrayal fighting it’s way under the blanket of apathy, and behind it a wave of loneliness and self loathing that Aaron knows will crash over him the second the drugs start to wear off. He is and has only ever been the kind of bitter, lonely creature everyone eventually leaves behind. His dad did. His childhood friends did.
His mom did.
He thinks of the last time he was in the hospital, a true hospital, for aches and pains that weren’t caused by chemistry and his fucked up brain, back when he was ten. He’d been alone in the hospital then too, had held one of the nurses hands and looked away while the doctors reset his broken arm because mom had grown bored after she half assed filling out his intake paperwork and had wandered away to the tiny hospital gift shop half an hour before he’d been called back.
This kind of feels like that moment all over again, except this time he’s hurt far worse than a broken arm and Andrew hasn’t bothered to show up at all.
Stupid, he chides himself. He and Andrew don’t cook each other breakfast when they’re in the the same room. Why did he honestly believe he’d show up for him at the hospital?
The knowledge of it hurts so much it shoots through the numbing of the drugs, the little Andrew in his heart tearing gleefully at Aaron’s muscle fibres like he’s trying to tear him apart from the inside out.
If it hurts this badly now, it’s going to hurt so much more when the drugs wear off.
Maybe he shouldn’t let them. They’ll keep him on a prescription for the first few weeks after he gets out of here, if the bandages and what he can glean from the monitors are anything to judge by. And after that…well, he can try hitting up some of his old high school contacts. If Andrew doesn’t care enough to be here then Aaron no longer cares about their deal and he certainly doesn’t care to face the heartbreak that comes with loving someone who can’t show him that he loves him back, even if he somehow does. Better to choke it, strangle it, drown it out, to stuff that pain and the ever present loneliness deep and bury it under the false comfort of chemical oblivion, than feel it and feel it and feel it again.
“-telling you his fingers moved, I’m not fucking lying.”
A familiar voice carries through the door and Aaron has just enough time to think, ‘oh’ and experience a muffled wave of regret mixed with something he’ll forever deny is gratitude, before Andrew is bursting in, practically shoving some poor nurse ahead of him.
“See?” Andrew gestures sharply, only the tiniest bit rattled out of usual unflappable demeanour, evident from his slightly raised voice and the way he kept folding and unfolding a piece of notebook paper obsessively.
“Oh,” the nurses eye’s widen in disbelief, despite the fact that Andrew is no liar, “Mr.Minyard, how are you feeling?”
Aaron thinks for a second.
“High.”
“I meant more how are you feeling physically? Any pain?”
“Nah,” he manages a slight shake of his head, but can’t manage to look her in the eye when Andrew’s gaze is boring into him, icy and furoious, “th’ drugs are too good. ‘M feelin ’like twelfth grade again.”
“Shut up.” Andrew’s voice lashes like a whip and Aaron decides to shut up. He doesn’t want Andrew to leave again, and he also doesn’t want Andrew to kill him, and both of those seem like very real possibilities at the moment.
So he ignores the rest of the nurses questions until she gives up with an eye roll, and tolerates her adjusting his IV and oxygen monitor. He winces as she helps him into a semi sitting position, the movement finally jostling his injuries enough to send a sharp stab of pain through the haziness of the drugs, and his pained groan seems to be Andrew’s breaking point, because he orders her out with a sharp ‘get out’ and she doesn’t bother protesting, just lets them know the doctor will be by soon and closes the door behind her with an annoyed snap.
Then it’s just him and Andrew alone in a hospital room, and Andrew’s eyes are so cold Aaron genuinely thinks for a moment that he might try and smother him with a pillow.
They stare at each other for a while, Andrew furious and Aaron so stupidly comforted and happy to see him it’s actually embarrassing. But he’s not alone at the moment, doesn’t have to worry about saying or doing anything stupid while on the drugs because Andrew is here and he’d never let that happen.
Finally, Andrew drops into the chair at his bedside with a sharp exhale.
“You fucking idiot.”
“Wha’ happened?”
The question causes a fresh wave of anger to flit across Andrew’s face before he schools his expression once again.
“Car accident.”
Oh. That made sense. Too much sense really. No wonder Andrew was so worked up.
Serves him right though. At least know he knows how Aaron felt.
Andrew’s still fidgeting, folding and unfolding that piece of paper, an uncharacteristic tick. The creases are so worn it’s a miracle it hasn’t fallen apart yet.
He’s opening his mouth to ask how long he’s going to be stuck in the hospital, when Andrew’s gip slips the tiniest bit and Aaron gets his first real look at the paper in his hands.
It pulls him up short.
“You kept it.”
Andrew follows his gaze to the folded up paper in his hands and scowls, quickly stuffing it back in his pocket as if by doing so fast enough he could pretend Aaron hadn’t seen it.
“Shut up.”
“You kept it,” Aaron repeats, and even in his drugged addled mind the fact that all these years Andrew still has the first and only letter he’d ever written him, feels significant, “why?”
Andrew is quiet for a moment.
“Because you gave it to me.”
He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't have to.
When Aaron falls asleep a few minutes later, not a single piece of him feels alone.
(Wholesome twinyards, slight kevaaron, slight neilaaron reluctant besties) Aaron sleepwalks and cuddles people part 1
Aaron's always had an infrequent sleep schedule.
He grew up never really having a bed time be enforced on him. He grew up being in a drowsy drugged state where days blissfully and perplexingly blurred like nonsensical dreams.
Sometimes he'd pass out like the dead whether from exhaustion as an exy player or a pre-med student or both.
Other times the paranoia would keep him up all night, body itching with no amount of scratching nails satiating the greedy hunger, the fiending for his monopolozing addiction like it's the first callous day of his withdrawal.
Then, of course, are the nightmares when he finally realized the lengths Andrew will go to make sure Aaron is the Minyard twin worth achieving his potential.
So, it comes as no surprise that all of the burdens and the habits that make Aaron, well, Aaron manifest into an outlet none of the Foxes are prepared for during finals week.
The fact that Nicky and Aaron are both backliners protecting the goal is somehow so incredibly beautiful. They protect Andrew during the game like Andrew protects them outside the game.
better through letters
twinyards | andreil | 11.8k
Andrew and Aaron are trying. Sometimes it's too hard to say out loud, so they give writing notes to each other a try. Neil jumps to conclusions and panics.
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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Aaron Minyard, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game) Additional Tags: Wholesome Twinyards, Twin Shenanigans, Mistaken Identity, Hook-Up, Obnoxious Pet Names, Bad Flirting, this is very silly, but smutty too, Forgive Me, Nipple Piercings, a bit of dirty talk, Alternate Universe - No Exy (All For The Game), Masturbation, Rimming, Neil Josten & Allison Reynolds Friendship Summary:
Aaron desperately needs to prove to his employees that he isn’t homophobic—and that he can survive an entire night of shameless flirting with another man. Just to be safe, though, he sends Andrew in his place.
Neil agrees to go on the date and put on his best performance to expose some asshole as a homophobe—if it means getting the Lana Del Rey concert tickets Allison is holding hostage.
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