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Protectors and knight

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while i love the idea of neil being so attuned to andrew that he would never confuse him with aaron i can't help but thinking about how hilarious it would be if one day he did. like just imagine a fever ridden neil stumbling out of his bed to go looking for andrew. he stumbles into the kitchen and oh there andrew is, his back to neil while he pours himself some coffee at the kitchen counter. neil in his hazy state makes a stumbling beeline across the room to him. he drapes himself over the back of andrew's tiny figure pressing his face into his neck, andrew's cool skin feeling like a blessing on his pounding head. he wraps his arms around andrew's waist. though, even in his muddled state he doesn't miss the way the body under him has stiffened under neil's touch. he's just about to ask what's wrong before his brain registers the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat.

he lifts his head towards the sound and through his foggy sight his brain slowly registers one of his own oversized baggy t-shirts, black armbands, and the unmistakable glint of a piercing on the currently raised eyebrow of one Andrew Minyard.

it takes neil's brain a second to catch up and when it does he flinches back from aaron so hard and fast he stumbles back into their tiny kitchen table. and stares at andrew across the room a look of horror on his face. meanwhile andrew just quietly sips at his coffee staring neil down over the rim of his mug, ignoring the glare from aaron burning into his face.

finally andrew relents bc neil looks like he's about to collapse and tells him to "come here". neil stumbles his way over all but collapsing into andrew's chest. aaron scoffs loudly before announcing he needs to go scrub himself clean again and walks out the room. andrew rubs at neil's neck gently hiding his little amused smirk into neil's bed head before forcing neil back into his bed

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presented without context or explanation cause i have none

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jason: I hate tim

jason, actively picking tim up and walking out of the manor: I hate him so much we’re actually just going to leave and never come back because I need to beat him up far away from all of you

tim, who is used to this and knows this is just jason demanding he stay at his apartment for the weekend: we’re not watching pride and prejudice again

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Bruce Wayne’s son privilege.

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u may think this is a joke (which it is) but also jon has managed to literally forgive damian for everything hes done in every single universe hes been in and no one else

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This post by @alittleclusterfuckneverhurt

And because exactly two (2) people wanted to see more writing, a little(?) goodie under the cut

Andrew was woken by Neil's rustling in the bed beside him. He scowled through half open eyes, trying to locate Neil enough to kick him for disturbing his sleep.

It took a minute to realize Neil wasn't awake. Andrew blinked into the darkness, looking hard, and found Neil's scrunched eyes and voiceless sounds. He was thrashing. Having a nightmare.

"...Neil," Andrew said roughly, pressing a hand into the mattress. Sometimes it upset Neil's balance enough that Neil would wake up.

It only worked after a hard push. Neil rolled into Andrew's arm and gasped, sputtering something Andrew couldn't understand.

"Neil," Andrew said again. Neil was trying to get away, so Andrew sat up and back. He said sharper, "Neil."

Neil was somewhere else. Andrew could see it in the way his eyes darted around the room, searching for ways out that didn't exist, too tense. Far too tense.

When he saw Andrew, he flinched the smallest bit before he let out a breath that hollowed his chest and tried to get across the bed. It scared Andrew more than anything had in a long time, the way he dragged himself forward with his hands digging into the sheets.

"Andrew," he gasped, and it must have been one of the worst episodes yet because he grabbed Andrew's arm immediately. Andrew quieted himself easily enough - he was too worried about Neil by now to think about much beyond that - and held Neil's arm in return to steady him.

"Josten," he said through his teeth.

"Andrew, my - my legs," Neil said desperately, and it sounded like it tore up his throat. "Where are they -"

"Neil!"

Neil made a stifled sound, too scared to cry. Andrew ducked his head and took Neil's other arm.

"Neil, look at me."

"Andrew -"

Neil finally looked up, but his eyes were blurry and unfocused. He had found one of Andrew's eyes but he hadn't.

"Look at me."

"Where are you, Neil?"

Neil's brow furrowed. He opened his mouth and nothing came out, so Andrew answered for him.

"You are in your apartment, with me, in South Carolina. Your name is Neil Josten. Are you with me?"

"He took my legs," Neil whispered, holding Andrew's sleeves as if he expected the Butcher to come in and rip him away. Andrew didn't feel quite right about it, but he held Neil's bare arms just as tightly.

When Neil didn't react other than to nearly sob, somehow something Andrew understood as fear and not discomfort, Andrew let go of one arm. Neil held even tighter, snapping into focus as soon as he thought Andrew might be leaving him.

"Andrew, don't - I can't -"

"Neil."

Andrew spread his hand over Neil's closest leg, squeezing firmly. Neil's muscle twitched under it.

"He didn't. Nathan is dead and your legs are right here. Can you feel it?"

Neil went still as Andrew squeezed again, and for the first time he shifted his leg under the blankets.

"Andrew," he whispered again.

"Neil."

They sat there, Andrew's hands on him and Neil's on Andrew's shirt, for a minute that felt like ten. then Neil started to pull himself back.

"No, no. Andrew. I didn't mean..."

Andrew didn't believe in the least that it was for Neil's sake that Neil let go. He pulled Neil closer to him, foreheads brushing together.

"I'm fine," he said shortly. "Are you with me now?"

"Yes. Are - are you sure?"

"Yes."

Neil still hesitated, then let his forehead rest heavily against Andrew's collar. He relaxed faster than Andrew had expected, shifting his feet back and forth as if just beginning to get feeling back in them.

"Do I need to move?" Andrew asked.

"Don't," Neil muttered.

So Andrew didn't. He kept his hand on Neil's leg and slid the other to the back of his neck, scratching lightly. It relaxed Neil's shoulders rather than heightened them.

They sat long enough that Andrew started to feel Neil growing heavier on him with each breath. He squeezed one more time and turned his head to speak quietly in his ear.

"I'm laying you down," he said. "Let go."

It took a few seconds for Neil to register the words. Even half asleep, he let go of Andrew's sleeves and sat up, swaying slightly. Andrew guided him back to the pillow easily, and when he lay down beside him, he found Neil's eyes already on him. He frowned as he pulled the blanket up high over their shoulders.

"Go back to sleep, Josten."

Neil didn't move, to speak or to look away. He was unnervingly still. Andrew stared back, searching between his eyes.

Sometimes Neil was still hard to understand. He reacted too differently compared to Andrew, or even to Kevin. And while Andrew was getting better at understanding what Neil might need, it sometimes took him a while to get there.

Eventually, Andrew settled on this: Neil would not admit he was not fine. He wouldn't want to put Andrew out anymore than he already had, because he must have thought Andrew was stupid enough to let Neil touch when he didn't want him to.

Neil also would not lie to Andrew. Not if he asked the right questions.

"Tell me why you won't sleep."

Neil twitched, and after a minute or so Andrew thought he would have to try again. Neil spoke before he could.

"It hasn't been that bad in a long time," he whispered.

So he was afraid of the nightmare. Andrew turned onto his side to face him.

"Tell me if it would help to keep pressure on your legs."

Now Neil glanced away. "It... wouldn't stop another one."

"That wasn't my question."

"Andrew... just because I had a stupid nightmare doesn't mean -"

"I don't want to hear anything other than a yes or no. Can I put my legs over yours so I can fucking sleep?"

Finally, Neil let out a breath that was half a yawn and half a laugh.

"Yes."

Andrew rolled his eyes and kicked the blanket up to twine their legs together, one of Neil's underneath his and the other between them. The solid weight of muscle from them both pressed Neil firmly down into the mattress.

"'M not going anywhere," Neil mumbled, and even with his eyes closed Andrew knew he was smiling.

"I said go to sleep."

Neil said something far enough under his breath Andrew couldn't understand, but at least he shut up. Andrew, despite the fading panic, already felt himself sinking into the pillows.

They slept that way until morning.

(Thank you alittleclusterfuck for letting me bounce off your post :) )

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Kevin Day and his golden boys

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I drew him while high 🥰

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Now that I’m using instagram as intended, if you’re not following me there you’re missing out

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Reposting

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This is what happened when Kevin and Andrew went to get Neil from Millport right

(Go check it out in video-audio format on my Instagram)

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This sound was stuck in my head for a while and I thought I’d post here too lol

might colour the forehead kiss later✨

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Wymack cries when Kevin and Andrew graduate with their respective Nerd Degrees