#NEILAARON!!!!

[sapphoherselz]

I was going to write a whole thing about every and each image but the fucking "fake hater I saw you gently correct his grip over the control" gave me a stroke I am now born a worse person with worse neilaaron worms user millportisntreal WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S SOSSKWBEJWJSHEHAKQIWWJAKAKWJWJANAJAJAJWJJ

me rn cause many ideas are flowing through my veins and reaching my brain AND FEEDING TJE NEILASRON WORMS!@!!!!!!

Okay. So. Two of these are inspired by me lol. The first is the soda shop bc Nicky’s texts are my go texts (with the location changed) because all of my friends are lactose intolerant and i want to try these weird drinks!!! I also eat dry pasta and i think Andrew would, too, even if it’s bad for your teeth. The rest are either taken from Twitter, tumblr, or my weird little brain!

Tag list (as always lemme know if you want on or off!) @ashestoashes7 @codename-adler @kevinsdsy @simonsrosebud @you-know-i-get-itt @sapphoherselz @minyard-05 @tigtree @librowlian

other aftg socmed posts here <3

[sapphoherselz]

okay so marriedrail, neilaaron bestfriendisms CAUSE............. bitter kevseth exes and neil being messy as usual!!! oh and the foxes bullying coach sorta kinda!!

[codename-adler]

Socmed AU - Pets Edition!!! 🐶🐱🐭🐹

i’m feeling insane.

>> 17 next >>

[ok555ficideas]

Imagine Andriel kisses on the court after a game and that is how the public learns about their relationship. Neil as the captain has to do the press and he sees that as an opportunity to do something hilarious, so he grabs Aaron to go do the press with him and one of the reporters asks the wrong question.

“Are the two of you officially together?” He asked and Neil couldn’t help, but laugh at Aaron's red face. 

“Do you want to take this one, honey?” He asked away from the mic so only Aaron would hear. 

“I will kill you.” Aaron gritted through his teeth, but he approached the mic and addressed the reporter. “Can you read?” 

The reporter was taken aback by the question. “Excuse me?” He asked. 

“It’s quite a simple question. Can you read?” Aaron repeated himself, but didn’t wait for an answer this time. “You see this.” He said while gesturing to his jersey. “This is a five.” He said and held up five fingers to emphasize his point. “Andrew wears one with a three on it” He held up three fingers this time. “Either you can’t read or you are just a shity sports reporter and have no idea who either one of us are and are only interested in silly gossip. So which one is it?” Aaron paused, waiting for the reporter to answer. 

There was only silence so Aaron turned to Neil. “Which one do you think it is, Neil?”

Neil smiled and faked being deep in thought. “I think the latter. He looks the type.”

Aaron nodded. “Yes, I agree it’s the-'' He paused, gesturing in the direction of the now fully embarrassed reporter. 

“It’s the face.” Neil said not really caring that he didn’t make much sense.

“Yes! Thank you Neil. It’s the face.” Aaron agreed like it would bug him all night without Neil input. 

“Any other questions? Preferably about exy this time since that’s why we’re here.” Aaron said and Neil never thought that he would hear the blonde willingly suggest talking about exy. 

After their little stunt no one dared to ask about anything other than exy for the rest of the conference. 

[unwillingtoreachout]

So there's this manga called Goth and one of the twists at the end ***spoiler*** is that the main fl was impersonating her twin sister who died when they were younger (so everyone thinks that the sister is the one who's alive and the fl is the one who passed away)

...Anyway, so I was thinking, how can I make this about the twinyards? And wouldn't it be really fucked up if Andrew - who was pretending to be Aaron - died in the car crash along with Tilda and Aaron just never stopped impersonating Andrew after?

Like what if all of the canon Andrew knowledge we have (sans his foster care era) are all actually Aaron traits? What if Aaron switched to being a goalkeeper? What if Aaron never grew any kind of resentment towards Andrew and the one memory of him he keeps coming back to is the promise he made to protect him and that's why he's so quick to make a similar promise to Kevin and Neil? What if Renee's past reminded him of Andrew and that's why he took her knives and held onto them like they're the last part of Andrew he'll ever get to touch again?

Much to think about

[lesbiansfor-blackbeard]

heyy!!! dont want to bother you, but perhaps would you have any fic recs where neil and aaron are best friends?? i was searching for recs and i saw one of your post where they were friends. im desperate i cant find anything 😫😫

also excuse me if there are any mistakes but english isnt my first language😭

hi! you are absolutely not bothering me but unfortunately I have no recommendations for you! I haven't been able to find any fics lately with some good neil and aaron bestfriendisms so if anybody has any or is writing any PLEASE help us out (right now I'm being sustained by the socmed aus on here, particularly @sapphoherselz neilaaron tweets)

[wordvomit555]

Just realized that I’ve been tagging Neil & Aaron friendship wrong on my main and went through my posts about them to fix it and damn I had no idea I had so many

[worthlessandembarrasing]

I need everyone to understand the potential of a The Darjeeling Limited inspired aftg AU where Neil, Aaron and Jean go on an extended roadtrip and bond over their individual existential crises

Like maybe Neil suggests the idea as a way to cope with his loneliness and potentially strained relationship with Andrew after his graduation, and he invites Jean because he's recovering from a motorcycle accident so he doesn't have anything going on. Not entirely sure how to bring in Aaron but he's there because he's freaking out about Katelyn being pregnant, but he's also trying to keep it a secret from Neil because he thinks he'sgonnatellAndrewand *gunshots*

*whispers* I feel like @sapphoherselz would see the vision but I'm delusional so idk

[dayurno]

ok how abt neilaaron then bcs i think im HILARIOUS

UNIRONICALLY I LIKE IT i think the idea is hilarious i think they could genuinely work out and i think they have a very interesting relationship in canon ........ i was kind of eh at first but sam sportboysoup likes them so i was indocrinated in that way. it could be real and it could be true

[codename-adler]

@sapphoherselz NEILAARON BESTFRIENDISM

8. “Who did this to you?” with neil and aaron? 💜

who did this to you? - ao3 version

Aaron had a hand-shaped bruise wrapped around his wrist. Neil shouldn't be the one asking hard questions.

cw: implied/referenced child abuse

Aaron Minyard was no stranger to bruises. Being a backliner on a Class 1 Exy team known for their willingness to fight opponents and each other meant an errant elbow was never a surprise, but this particular circumstance hadn’t happened in a while.

The purple wrapping around his wrist wasn’t the result of a particularly unruly stick check or a pair of handcuffs, but he wished it was. If either was the case, the probability of Andrew seeking an early morning murder charge would be lower. Probably.

Aaron tilted his arm to catch the bright area of the broken streetlight and made out the shape of the warped handprint encircling his wrist. Familiar, he thought. And then, Andrew can never know.

It wasn’t that big of a deal. The other student-athletes at Palmetto had never been their biggest fans and this wasn’t the first time Aaron had a less-than-pleasant interaction with one of them. This was just the first time they got physical. First didn’t mean last, but Aaron could hope.

The knuckles on his other hand were swollen from his retaliation, but that wouldn’t be enough for Andrew. Whatever ‘some number of strikes and you’re out’ policy PSU was operating on wouldn’t be good forever. Aaron had yet to get ahold of the most recently revised version, but he doubted Andrew’s response would be by the book.

Andrew didn’t take kindly to hands being laid on Aaron and had never been known for his subtlety. His warnings were broken bones or a blade spilling rivulets of red onto his adversary’s shirt. While effective, the source of the wounds could easily be pointed out and punished which was the very circumstance Aaron was trying to avoid. Andrew didn’t do subtle things and Aaron wasn’t willing to lose him over something like this. Not again.

Besides, he had it handled. Matt had been more than willing to show him a few self-defense moves when he expressed interest, and Aaron was a quick study. Darius’s broken nose would be evidence of Matt’s successful stint as a teacher once he gathered up the courage and the excuses to get it checked out.

Though upon first glance the mark was similar, the imprint wrapped around the skin of his wrist was nothing like his mother’s. Her hand was smaller.

He pressed down lightly and winced at the dull ache that arose. It wouldn’t be enjoyable to deal with, but no one would ever have to know. Despite what most of the Foxes would say if asked, Aaron was a good secret keeper when he wanted to be. Aaron had cared about Katelyn too much to do her the disservice of pushing her aside harshly enough that there was no chance Andrew would know of her. But Andrew found out and eventually their deal snapped like the broken ends of a pencil Andrew tossed at his head while studying.

Sometimes, he wondered if in a world where Aaron had not broken it first Andrew's shadow would have been the final piece to shatter their deal. After a longer than usual period of watching the natural light of Betsy’s room rather than catch physical proof of his twin’s ephemeral dissatisfaction, he had almost asked Andrew that very question—Aaron or Neil—but he didn’t want to know the answer.

Andrew might not hate Josten the way his tone around such words would imply, but Aaron could do it for him. Mutual loathing was their preferred and silently agreed upon situation which was why when Josten trailed out in full running gear Aaron didn’t spare him more than a glance.

What a shame Josten couldn’t say the same.

Josten didn’t speak at first, but his worn-in shoes came to a halt only a few feet from the piece of pavement Aaron was directing his gaze at. The cracks and scuff marks could only hold his attention for so long before Josten’s lack of movement edged him even closer to intolerable than usual.

“Go away,” Aaron said, too exhausted to come up with something more poignant.

A shadow fell over his sitting form. When Aaron moved to place his hands behind his back to force himself up, Josten caught his wrist gently. His thumb traced over the marks distinctly shaped like fingers and something dangerous lay beneath his tone. “Who did this to you?”

“Wrong twin,” Aaron critiqued, pulling his arm free with more force than necessary.

“Aaron,” Josten stated, unimpressed. “What happened?”

Aaron stood up and met Josten’s emotionless blue eyes with an entirely warranted mound of surprise. “Like you care.”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.” Josten tapped his foot on the ground as if he had the right to be impatient. By all means Josten could continue ahead and never speak to him again. Aaron would be immensely grateful, had even suggested the option many times to his face and whatever messenger pigeon came bearing Josten’s words. Aaron wasn’t blocking his path or magically removing his ability to run but upon hearing that Josten just frowned. “Give me a name.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and laughed humorlessly. “What? So you can kill him?”

“Him,” Josten repeated, eyes still locked in a one-sided staring battle with Aaron’s wrist.

A Palmetto Fox midnight conversation was never predictable, but Aaron had somehow managed to forget that when dealing with Neil ‘son of a mobster’ Josten murder was very firmly not off the table. “You can’t just kill people!”

Josten looked at him like he was stupid and asked, with genuine intrigue, “What does it matter if I don’t get caught?”

Aaron considered him for a long moment, a thousand words shuffling across his tongue, but couldn’t find anything to appropriately convey his incredulity. It was almost sweet in a morbid sort of way. The presence of such a despicable thought told Aaron the past week spent surviving off almost only energy drinks and whatever protein-filled monstrosity Kevin shoved in his hands once his taste buds had fucked off was truly screwing with him. He could deal with that later. Josten was a much more present and bloodthirsty issue.

“I have it handled,” Aaron said. To his immense dissatisfaction, Josten still didn’t leave. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Andrew you pretended to care if he ever finds out. I’m sure your lies will be appreciated elsewhere. Very far from here. You’ll need some practice if you think that’s fooling anyone.”

Josten’s eyebrows scrunched up making him look almost confused. “You think I’m pretending to care out of some sort of supposed obligation?”

“I can play Exy with a few bruises, no need to have a little freakout. I’m fine—see, that’s what those words actually mean. Andrew currently tolerates you for reasons beyond my comprehension, but he isn’t about to buy you a cheap plastic ring for feigned concern. I’m calling it as I see it, and I don’t want to look at your face any more than I already have to. Fuck off!”

“I’m not pretending.” Josten tilted his head slightly, not rising to Aaron’s attempts at driving him off. “If you let me take care of it, it won’t happen again.”

“What do you mean by again? And cut the movie villain shit it just sounds weird. Wait I thought you were stalking Kevin and he hasn’t bothered—”

“So I’m right.” Josten snapped his fingers and nodded to himself. “Darius Smith. Baseball—” Josten’s face contorted like he had encountered a bad smell “—pitcher. Six feet even. Brown hair. Green eyes.”

“That’s creepy,” Aaron said, but he didn’t deny it.

Josten started walking off, calculations swirling behind his eyes when Aaron realized the gravity of what Josten was planning out. What he had just inadvertently sent Josten out to do. Could he be charged for conspiracy to commit murder over this? Was this coercion? Josten would probably find some way to talk at least one of them out of chains for the sake of Exy, but would it be Aaron?

This was the moment when he was supposed to call Wymack or campus security or someone who would be inclined and able to stop Andrew’s menace from committing what at the very least would be a minor felony. But Josten already knew who it was and Aaron didn’t really feel like chasing after him.

If Aaron got Josten in containment—knowing the FBI they’d pull some shit like that—Kevin would be a mess and Andrew would be insufferable. Again.

Aaron was the first person Darius had taken a swing at, there was no guarantee he would be the last. He watched Josten walk away and felt the weight of his silence like handcuffs covering up the remains of blood spatter he would never really be able to regret. Next could be Nicky or Andrew or, as the man had threatened before Aaron broke his nose, Katelyn. Josten might just prove himself useful after all.

“No killing!” Aaron called out before the man steadily vanishing into darkness could go out of hearing range.

“Maiming?” Josten shot back, voice loud enough Aaron winced. He couldn’t tell because of a conglomeration of factors that could be summed up to lighting and distance, but the fucker was probably smiling.

“What? Are you planning to give him a stern talking to?” Aaron wasn’t sure which option would be preferable.

Whenever he was given cause for anger—a strange thing to think of in Aaron's favor rather than wielded against him—Josten was vicious. Removing his filter created a different beast entirely. Josten always went for the throat, words or a borrowed blade would strive for the same typically disastrous outcome.

Aaron should be horrified; he didn't know what to think about all the ways in which he wasn't. Violence wasn't endearing, it was a fact.

Josten shrugged emphatically enough that Aaron could see it. Then, he held up his hand in the air. It took a few moments for Aaron to realize his fingers were crossed. “No promises!”

“Asshole,” Aaron murmured under his breath.

He was thankful there was no one around to make the egregious and mistaken claim that he sounded almost fond. Aaron said Josten’s name again, drenched it in as much loathing as he could muster, and then let it vanish into the night air.

It wouldn’t be the first time Josten proved himself a liar.

The next morning, Darius Smith was not in his Hal seat or mingling around about the edges of the room. He wasn’t in the hallway or lurking within a doorway. Darius Smith was abruptly gone, and Aaron knew why.

It seemed the most prolific of liars could dabble in honesty once in a while for unpredictability’s sake. That was the only reason Aaron dared to consider.

When the professor landed on ‘Darius Smith’ in the attendance record Aaron didn’t say a word. The clock ticked on closer to the start time, and no familiar flower awaited him through the small windowpane placed in the entrance. His suspicions were confirmed when moments before the bell the empty seat in his physical chemistry class was filled by a redhead who had vehemently sworn off any iteration of the subject.

Neil met Aaron’s eyes immediately and with an intensity that wouldn’t be out of place speckled in blood. He drew a finger across his neck slowly and took enjoyment in Aaron’s brief hesitancy to return his enthusiasm

Andrew didn’t have taste by any means, but perhaps Neil wasn’t the worst person he could have chosen. Second worst, perhaps.

No, that was too generous. Definitely the worst. Andrew would probably agree with that, and might have even said it in their weird pseudo-flirting that sounded more like threats than foreplay. In Aaron’s voice. Oh f—

Aaron was not going to head down that particular train of thought. That momentary lapse in judgment would never leave the secrecy of his head.

“I hate you,” Aaron reminded them both.

Neil’s eyes lit up like it was the greatest compliment Aaron could have ever offered him. “We should do this more often.”

“No. If I wanted a terminal annoyance, I’d ask Nicky about how Erik finds all of his games. Or Kevin about the Greco-Roman wars.”

“I did that once,” Neil said, mouth downturned in remembrance.

“I know.”

Neil peered at him curiously. “You know, you’re not so bad.”

“Wrong twin,” Aaron reminded him.

Neil’s face turned into a mockup of a glare and he pushed out of his seat sharply, interrupting the lecturer’s chalk etchings with a high-pitched squeal. “Numbers shouldn’t work like that.”

Aaron stuck his foot out so Neil tripped as he moved to shuffle by him. Neil caught himself on the edge of Aaron’s desk and not-so-incidentally tipped over his pencil case.

Neil flipped him off once he reached the doorway in plain view of the rest of the class. Aaron stared pointedly forward until Neil gave up and the wave of whispers commenced.

Aaron would rather jump out of a moving car than call them anything close to friends.

[millportisntreal]

This is Aaron and Neil to me

[sapphoherselz]

hii this is entirely my wife's fault cause she tagged me on her beautiful jaw dropping funny amazing aftg soc med aus and I something inside me went "man I kinda miss it" so....code...if you're seeing this..........

andrew reading aftg and highlighting crazy stuff neil does in red (not bc that's what I do not at all dw bout it) and sethnicky friendship for....reasons....

[codename-adler]

16.

Some interesting (gay) developments down here in the studio today…

[ok555ficideas]

Neil's idea of a cheer up

“She looked alive.” Neil’s voice next to him made him look back up. 

He squinted at Neil with his mouth open in disbelief and not for the first time since he met the guy, he wondered if they were from the same planet. Surely not, because what the f*ck. was that.

“Excuse me?” 

Aaron had no idea why he was responding to this. The shere ridiculousness of the situation made him forget where he was and why for a moment. HIs leg stopped bouncing and his heart slowed down a little.  

“You look worried.” That was Neil’s idea of an explanation, apparently. 

“Yeah, I am. My girlfriend has just been dr*gged by some a$$holes, almost r*ped and is laying unconscious in a hopsital and your idea of a cheer up is to tell me that she looked alive?” Aaron couldn’t believe that he was having this conversation. 

He knew Neil lacked any skills in social interactions, but that had to take the cake. He had half a mind to throw him out right now, but somehow found the presence of the other almost comforting.

The redhead only shrugged and looked into the distance. Aaron shook his head and decided to ignore the other man for the rest of time if not longer. 

Of course, he wasn’t lucky enough for Neil to shut up for good. 

“It wasn’t that bad, you know? People have gone through worse and made it, so there is no need to worry.” Neil was back at it with his poor excuse of comfort. “So she is going to be fine and you know I can take care of the di*ks that did this to her.” 

Neil’s voice was sure and sounded almost predatory, but the thought of Neil f*cking Josten, a guy who has either ran from every fight he had ever started or lost it spectacularly ‘dealing’ with anyone made him snort. 

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Run from them?” He asked, not really looking at Neil. 

“I know people.” Neil’s voice had a tone to it that made a shiver run down Aaron’s spine.

He looked up at Neil and saw honesty and determination in his stone cold, blue eyes. 

“Also I still have some money left, wouldn’t be the first time I used it to take someone out.” Neil added almost offhandedly, like him putting a hit on someone was a regular Tuesday for him. 

Aaron had no idea why, but the thought of it made him feel calmer. He leaned back in his seat and put his head on the wall behind himself, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Let’s keep that as a plan B.” He replied and Neil seemed satisfied enough. 

Part of the next chapter of "Soldier, Poet, King"

(The fic is Katelyn/Aaron/Kevin btw)

[unwillingtoreachout]

What are you guys' aaron minyard coded songs (or twinyards coded)? For science, obviously

[dayurno]

This is genuinely. Crack but I’m cuties if you could come up with a scenario in which neilaaron end up together

IN TNOTG???? i dont think so LMFAO i mean their relationship is fairly better at the point tnotg starts because aaron and andrew have been in therapy for so long, but for them to actually End Up Together so much would have to happen. like first of all kandrew would have to probably die gruesome deaths. and then katelyn would have to like cheat on aaron. and then they would have to be in close proximity (probably for kandrew’s joint funeral). it would be really going out of their way to work LMFAO but i respect your neilaaron inclinations