#andrew is already planning to get nicky to send him the video even though he doesnt react at all during it
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iam-anordinary-human-orami · 7 months ago
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Give me Nicky creating a video full of blurry photos and awkward 2000s transitions for Neil's bday (not the actual one, the 31st of March one) with the "Bitch" song by meredith Brooks.
Lyrics come up, "I'm a bitch" and it's a still of Neil roasting on press duty
"Im a lover" Neil stealing a glance at Andrew, a small smile on his face
"Im a child" photo taken from high angle of Neil looking up at the camera, indignation all over his face, a granola bar in his mouth
"Im a mother" Neil pointing at Kevin chewing him out while Kev is saying sth arms crossed on his chest (or better yet, Kevin and Jean walking to opposite directions but there's a leash around their chest that Neil is holding)
"Im a sinner" shot of Neil eating pinneaple on Pizza and Matt and Dan looking horrified and disgusted on the background
"Im a saint" meme of the cat with the dozen knifes at its throat but on the face of the cat is a poorly cropped picture of Neil raising his eyebrow
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itsstickball · 6 years ago
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Can you please write more of the rivalry thing? It’s soooo good. I would love to see Neil’s teams reaction
I didn’t forget you, I promise!! Here is Rivalry pt. 3: All Star Week 
(pt.1 pt. 2)
Three days before the start of All Star week, Neil makes the mistake of posting the kitten video he meant to send as a private message directly to his twitter feed. In the clip, a kitten bats away a ball a few times before missing three in a row. The final attempt, the ball goes directly over its head and the kitten topples backwards trying to stop it. By the time he figured out that it hadn’t gone directly to Andrew, there were several hundred likes already. Rather than try to find the tutorial again on how to delete a twitter post, he tags Andrew in a comment instead and adds #shootout.
He doesn’t realize the magnitude of his mistake until he’s sitting in front of a camera, geared up for the shoot-out event, with a microphone two inches from his face and an excited looking reporter.
They’ve made it through the general questions. How does it feel to be called an All Star after only three years in the professional league? (Satisfying, but not as good as being signed to Court last spring). Which event is he looking forward to the most? (The final game, obviously) Does he have any tricks up his sleeve for the shootout? (We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?) The sudden gleam in the reporter’s eyes should have tipped Neil off that things were about to go a bit sideways, but he was running on an Exy high and so dismissed it as fervor for the sport he loved.
Looking back, he can practically hear Andrew’s voice in his head: “Junkie.”
“Speaking of the shootout, we can’t help but wonder; most guys -”
“- And girls.”
“Right, most guys and gals treat this week as a celebration of talent, putting aside rivalries and bad blood to just enjoy the sport, but it fans seem to think from your recent social media postings that this might not be the case for you.”
Neil tried to think about which post, in particular, the reporter is referring to. The only person he can remember roasting recently is Nicky, and he’s in Germany doing – well, Neil doesn’t actually know what he’s doing (Erik aside). Thankfully, the reporter had taken his blank look in stride and then exposed more on the situation. Truthfully though, Neil didn’t hear much more than “Minyard” and “kitten.” His expression flattened further as the lightbulb in his head went off. He still didn’t get the merit of his so called rivalry with Andrew, but apparently it made for good media coverage and the blonde hadn’t mentioned anything about stopping it or setting the record straight, so Neil didn’t fight it either.
He shrugged at the reporter.
“Someone told me once that life imitated art. So I guess we’ll just have to see if that’s true or not. With no plays to analyze, Andrew will have to actually put some effort in to protect his goal today.”
Unfortunately – or fortunately, really, for the media. Andrew did not imitate the cat video and stopped roughly 80% of the shots. Of Neil’s, he missed one and blocked the other.
After that, the goalie sat and watched as the rest of the players took part in passing, aim, trick shots, speed, and one-on-one competitions – most of which kept Neil busy.
When it came time for the one-on-one, Neil grinned when he saw who his first opposing backliner would be. Jean seemed less than enthused, but Neil was more than used to that by now. Just because Jean wasn’t smiling didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself. If anything, his resting bitch face was just as famous as Andrew’s – maybe more.
The backliner turned his head when Neil called out his name and a greeting in French, his expression flattening when he realized who was talking to him. Annoyance was easily Jean’s most common reaction to Neil’s presence, but he put up with him nonetheless.
“Ah, so you’ve come to antagonize someone other than the midget for once.”
He answered in French. Neil faked shock with a hand to his chest as he jogged over to where Jean stood, but let out a laugh.
“I’m wounded that you think so little of me, Jean, really.”
“Yes, little.” Jean replied, icily looking down at Neil. Their height difference was supremely pronounced now that they stood next to each other. Neil gave him a wry look for that one, but Jean had a point. Instead he tugged on the corner of Jean’s sleeve.
“How about instead of insulting my mother’s genes, we talk about your new team. Please tell me you switched for the captain, not for the color scheme.”
The Sacramento Sentinels were a relatively new team, with only one full season under their belt. They also chose the colors gold and black to represent them – both of which Jean wore at some point during his college career. Neil was far more interested in Jean’s reunion with exy’s golden boy Jeremy Knox than any homage to the backliner’s former teams. He watched with a grin as Jean’s eyes involuntarily sought Jeremy out among the players. He scowled when he looked back down and saw Neil’s amused expression.
“Just for that, I’m not letting you get twenty feet from the goal, ma puce!”
Neil laughed as Jean pushed him to the bench with a large hand on his face and then stalked away. His grin only grew when he saw that Jean was, in fact, heading over to where Jeremy was talking with their coach for the game at the end of the week.
True to his word, Jean kept Neil well away from any easy close shots on goal, forcing the striker to resort to a strange trick-shot hail-mary that made it in more on luck than skill. Jean snorted and shook his head when Neil cheered at the goal, but he accepted Neil’s handshake-turned-hug nonetheless.
The rest of the week was a blur of exy and stolen moments with Andrew in the locker room or hotel. Andrew’s transfer to Denver at the end of last season put him in the same division as Neil, meaning they’d have to play and practice on the same team for the All Star game. The increased proximity brought great joy to the striker, even if Andrew continued to glare as he batted Neil’s shots away or look bored as they sailed past him.
Neil could feel the measured looks and camera focus whenever the team practiced for the game at the end of the week.
On Wednesday, after the sixth shot that Andrew had rebounded with just enough force that the strikers had to sprint to rebound it, their All Star coach called for a break. Neil removed his helmet and turned to face Andrew from half court.
“Are you going to shut Kevin out like that on Saturday?” He called out in Russian, not bothering to keep his voice down. From what he knew, none of the others on their team spoke the language. Andrew followed suit, taking his gear off and letting everything but his helmet and stick fall carelessly to the floor.
“What will you give me in return?”
Andrew tossed back. He sounded bored, but just the fact that he was replying at all told Neil he was interested in the deal.
“What, the sheer satisfaction of denying Kevin doesn’t do it for you anymore?”
He shot back, earning one of Andrew’s arm guards thrown at his face. Aware of the eyes watching them from the outer court and the open door, Neil grinned and put as many expletives in his answer as possible.
Andrew rolled his eyes, finally coming up to where Neil stood waiting. He grabbed his glove from the red-head’s grip and pointed it menacingly at him. In English, he said.
“Someone ought to wash that mouth of yours out before it gets you in trouble.”
Only when Andrew stomped past them did Neil take note of the reporters who had paused in their interview of a Dallas backliner to watch their little interaction. His smile turned a little less genuine and slightly sharper until they went back to what they were doing. He didn’t bother to collect any of Andrew’s gear, but hummed to himself as he fetched his water-bottle and then sat down to chat with his fellow strikers.
Andrew hadn’t said no.
He did, however, put fuck all effort into guarding his goal in the preliminary game against the Pacific division on Friday though. Neil flicked him off when he realized what Andrew was doing, grateful that he would only be playing one half. Because the goalie was putting zero effort in, it meant that Neil and the other strikers who played first half had to double theirs in order to keep the goal differential down.
“I fucking hate you.”
Neil wheezed, gasping for breath as they headed back to the locker room afterward. He’d never cared much for the shows that supposedly big stars put on during the halftime breaks at professional games, and he especially didn’t care about whatever spectacle they had planned between the preliminary games and the final All-Star match. No, after clinching a 10-9 win, all he wanted to do was rest until he had to get up and do it all again against the Eastern teams.
Andrew, lumbering ahead of him and quite unaffected by it all, didn’t even have the good graces to wait for him.
“No, Junkie, that’s my line. Or did all that running finally scramble your brain?”
“Ugh. Always.”
Neil groaned and though the look Andrew shot him for it was lethal, he was willing to bit it tugged into a smile as he shouldered through the doorway into the locker rooms. A few of his teammates tried to talk to him about the game, how it went well, all things considered and such things, but he mostly tuned them out as he grabbed his water bottle and joined the string of people disbanding into the locker room.
They played first, so the Central team had over an hour to sit and mingle. Neil smiled when he saw a couple of his teammates and members of the Pacific team walking around with their jersey and a marker. When the first one got to him, he asked what it was for. Laila Dermott grinned down at him, making sure that he took the items and started signing as she spoke.
“Some of the players just keep them as souvenirs – a cool way to remember all of the people they played with that year. A couple of us auction them off for charity. This year the proceeds are going to Stand Up For Kids. It’s an organization working to help homeless kids and those out on the streets.”
“Oh, cool.”
Neil said, a bit stunned by the generosity. He knew from Nicky’s ranting how much a normal jersey worn by a professional athlete could go for, let alone one signed by this many of them.
“Ah yes, gotta keep them off the streets,” Andrew piped up. Somehow, Neil had missed him coming up beside them. “Wouldn’t want them to get into anything dangerous.”
Laila frowned, but Neil didn’t think trying to engage Andrew on some social justice issue was worth the risk. He cut her off by handing her the jersey and marker back and replying himself.
“Don’t be a dick, Andrew.”
The blonde made a show of plucking the Jersey out of his fellow goalie’s hands and signing his name in the largest space available. He flicked his gaze back up to Neil even as he held the shirt and marker back out to Dermott.
“Who said I was?”
Neil let out a huff and stood, grateful that he’d brought slides to wear between games rather than his usual running shoes.
“I’m not doing this here.”
He said. He gave Laila a brief smile and then headed for the hallway. Hopefully most of the reporters would have returned to the outer court to watch the Eastern and Southern division teams play. At the very least, he could find an open office somewhere. Behind him, he heard the noise from the locker room crescendo as someone opened the door behind him. As it swung shut, he faintly heard someone asking if they should stop Minyard from following him. Neil sincerely hoped they didn’t – for everyone’s sake.
When Andrew closed the office door behind them, effectively cutting them off from the rest of the world, Neil felt something settle. Of course, just because he was more comfortable this way didn’t mean he wasn’t cross with Andrew still. The blonde seemed unimpressed as he turned to see how Neil was leaning up against the desk, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Are you going to spit it out, or waste my time staring?”
“I’m not mad about the comments to Dermott.” He clarified, mostly because he knew Andrew would be entirely uninterested if he thought that was what had Neil bothered. Then again, he probably wouldn’t like the actual topic of his ire either. Neil sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a habit of frustration he’d picked up from Matt.
“You couldn’t have blocked…I don’t know, half of the shots?”
He asked exasperatedly. True to form, Andrew’s expression flattened.
“That,” He enunciated with great boredom and disdain. “Wasn’t our deal.”
Four words. All it took was four words for Neil to be simultaneously filled with petty ire and a huge sense of relief and satisfaction. Because when Andrew implied that something wasn’t a part of a deal, it meant that there was something else that was.
“Oh.”
Neil breathed, letting all of his anxiety wash out with it.
Andrew looked like he wanted to roll his eyes. He stepped into Neil’s space.
“Yes, or no?”
Neil’s eyes were drawn to the curve of Andrew’s neck, the golden sheen of his eyes in the dimly lit room, the way his lips were slightly damp from licking them. Compulsively, he licked his own lips, but his eyes strayed to the clock on the far wall.
“We don’t have a lot of time before we have to get back, someone’s bound to notice us missing for too long.”
The dead look Andrew gave him said he’d wait for an actual answer. Neil heeded his own observation, however, and didn’t waste time talking. Instead, he leaned forward the last few inches and aligned his lips with Andrew’s.
Later, the final buzzer sounded and Neil whirled to face the scoreboard with a grin. He always had the goals running in his head, but it was indescribably satisfying to have the numbers glowing down at him from the jumbotron. Central 6, Eastern 5. They’d won. Even if it was only by the one point, Neil felt the victory singing in his veins. His teammates yelled and jumped off of each other like they hadn’t just run their legs out for the past twenty minutes. Neil joined them briefly before turning his attention to the goal.
Andrew never joined his teams in celebrations - not once he was sober, and no one ever tried to include him. It was a bit of a shock then to see him leaning casually on his stick talking to another player. The surprise mitigated significantly, however, when he realized that the other player was Kevin. Judging by his stance, he didn’t seem to be picking a fight, but with Kevin and Andrew that was always just a breath away from changing.
Neil excused himself with a slap on the back from the huddle of players to jog over to them. As he joined them, he caught the tail end of Kevin’s sentence.
“…tell me it wasn’t worth it.”
“Mmm,” Andrew mused, taking a moment like he actually had to think about his answer. Neil almost felt bad for how Kevin fell for it every damn time.
“Not quite.” He said, to Kevin’s vocal dismay. Then his eyes slid over to where Neil stood just behind Kevin’s shoulder. “Not yet.”
Kevin made another half-squawk as he turned around to follow Andrew’s gaze, but his expression narrowed when he saw it was just Neil.
“Of course.” He muttered, running a gloved hand down his face. He gave Neil a disapproving look.
“If I were to take his neck guard off, how many hickies would I see?”
Neil grinned wolfishly, but it was Andrew who replied.
“Why don’t you come try to find out for yourself, Kev?”
The taller striker shot a fearful glance behind him and then physically shook it off.
“God you two were meant for each other. How anybody thinks you’re rivals is blind to the most blatant sexual tension I’ve ever seen.”
He grumbled, removing his gloves and clearly getting ready to leave the court. Neil didn’t mind dragging their conversation out, but Kevin seemed to have a sixth sense for how long a private conversation could be before it drew unwanted media attention.
“It was a good game!” Neil called out after him, earning a sharp grin and a wave from Kevin, even if he didn’t stop walking away.
Andrew caught his attention again my poking him in the chest with his racquet. Neil lifted his eyebrows in question.
“Go shower before the exy stench sinks even further into you.” He said in Russian. Neil mirrored the grin he’d given Kevin.
“And here I thought it was too late for that.”
Andrew didn’t respond to that, just pushed Neil towards the locker room again with the giant head of his racquet.
When he was ten steps away, Andrew called out again from behind him.
“And don’t antagonize any fucking reporters. You have a deal to uphold!”
At this, Neil just laughed and flicked Andrew off behind his back.
Unsurprisingly, someone got a great picture of it to plaster across exy news and fan sites alike in the morning. Neil saved it to his phone and then rolled back over into the warm spot Andrew left when he got up to pee.
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thelastlesbean · 7 years ago
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okay but imagine this pt 2
Aftg Buzzfeed unsolved au pt 2 inspired by @aglionbyfoxes​. Find part 1 here.
Andrew is still Sceptical™ about ghosts, but aliens? 100% most definitely Real. This seems like common knowledge tho so it doesn’t come up until...
It’s a movie night with all the foxes and Neil managed to even coax Andrew into coming by promising tons of ice cream and less innocent things he likes 
The foxes are all huddled up around the tv and watch The Fourth Kind 
(Which if you haven’t seen it yet you should check the trailer of here) 
Now there are two reactions to this movie:
Either A) you are scared shitless because fucking hell how can u not believe after seeing that (People who fall in this category: Matt, Allison, Dan, Kevin and (although he will never in a million years admit it:) Andrew) 
Or B) you think its paranormal activity levels of Bad (People who fall into this category: Nicky (surprisingly), Renee, Aaron and... )
Neil
Andrew can’t fucking believe it
“you believe in fucking ghosts but not in aliens which are statistically more probable?????!!!????? Don’t they teach you anything in maths????” 
It’s the first thing andrew says when they’re on the roof 
but like Andrew is Offended okay
His idiot junkie really is stupid 
Neil in the meanwhile just blinks at him like 
“u believe in aliens but not in GHOsts” 
It becomes a Thing 
That bugs Andrew enough to actually so something about it 
So... he goes to Kevin the history Nerd™ for help because surely there needs to be proof in history of aliens existing 
They live in a universe where fucking stickball is a thing so aliens shouldn’t be a reach
Kevin actually delivers with stories and paintings of things that look a hell of a lot like space crafts and spacemen 
Andrew basically holds a presentation for Neil thats how dedicated he is to proving him wrong 
Now Neil is the one who is Sceptical™
Because like yeah those paintings exist but who tf knows it could have been fashion back then and it could have looked like that for any number of reasons 
Kevin is back to useless status when he kind of half heartedly agrees with Neil
Next up: Actual footage of flying saucers and interviews and all that stuff that is also very much Proof and his junkie better fucking believe him now 
But when Neil sees it
When Neil fucking sees it 
He has the nerve 
to throw Andrew’s words of “that could just be edited with special effects or even just dressed up people/” back at him 
 Never has Andrew hated him more 
He also realizes that he went about it the wrong way 
So....
Andrew drops the whole thing for two weeks while he plans 
Fun fact about the idiot called Neil Josten: if u want to get through that thick skull of him you can’t rely on the facts
no no no 
instead you have to rely on feelings and smarts and stories
It’s a saturday when he drags Neil Nicky and Kevin out of bed 
Without telling them where they’re going other than making them bring some of the semi useful ghost hunting stuff they get in Andrew’s Maserati
See as it turns out there’s actually quite an active location with alien sightings a few hours from PSU 
It’s in the middle of the woods
Nicky and Kevin complain the moment they arrive but a glare from Andrew shuts them up 
For a little while at least 
Neil is just walking around with a stupid smile on his face that makes Andrew’s hand twitch 
fuck his junkie with his stupid opinions on what is real and what isn’t 
So yeah they’re actually renting a cabin 
Which Nicky is v excited about even though its shitty 
and he has to share a room with Kevin who has been snoring enough lately for Neil and Andrew to kick him out 
 Andrew instructs them to set up the semi useful ghost hunting stuff 
and for Nicky to record everything 
There was a report about sightings the day before around the very cabin they’re in so Andrew comes as close to hope as he does
He’s still Andrew after all 
That night it gets real 
Andrew dragged them out of the cabin in the middle of the night 
And now they’re walking around the woods 
Nicky is recording everything and mindlessly chattering to the camera when he finally points it at Andrew and asks “So Andrew what are we actually doing here?” 
“We’re alien hunting” Neil answers instead of him with a shit eating grin 
The junkie has the nerve to actually go into detail on how Andrew tried to convince him to no avail that aliens are real 
Neil sadly doesn’t actually go up in smoke from the glare Andrew sends him
it actually seems to make him more excited about the whole thing 
"Why do you believe in aliens anyway?” Nicky asks Andrew then 
and ohhhh its on
Time to bring out the big guns 
“Story time” Andrew announces with about as much cheer as he can muster
Everyone is immediately focused on him 
“Way back when I lived in the middle of fucktown nowhere - which was in a desert - I saw something” 
It was at night 
One of those nights where he was left to sleep on a porch by his shitty foster parents after staying out too late 
as he was sitting on the porch he could see something move in the darkness
It was one of those super clear nights without any clouds at full moon
he could see.... something .... flashing from one rock to another in the distance
The movements unlike any he’d ever seen any animal on earth make
He followed whatever it was for a while with his eyes not daring to move
because while it was human shaped it was somehow... not human enough 
legs too long
a tail
skull a little too big 
it was fucking terrifying
Then when whatever it was reached a set of rocks three lights seemed to emerge from them 
shooting up in the sky and buzzing around for a while until disappearing entirely 
A rabbit shoots over the path in front of them and everyone except Andrew - including Neil let out a scream 
“Ok I believe in aliens now lets go back I dont think I want to encounter that” Nicky wails 
The others quickly agreeing 
Of course nothing really happens
They go to sleep 
There’s a rooftop window just above Neil and Andrew’s bed 
and just as the junkie is snoring softly next to him Andrew sees a few lights flash above the window
Buzzing around just like that night 
The second he reaches over to shake Neil awake they disappear
of fucking course 
The next morning they get back into the Maserati 
“Better luck next time” Neil says 
Andrew doesn’t even dignify that with a response 
two days later Nicky shoves his laptop up Andrew’s nose again
Check this out 
It’s the video of the trip 
It already has almost half a million hits 
Andrew low key is pleased about this
Nicky called the episode: Unsolved hauntings: alien abduction 
In the end it gets more views than any of their others combined 
Neil and Andrew decide to make it a bet
Whoever proves the existence of their paranormal beings first either a - gets to dress the other for a month or b - gets to decide what the other eats for a month 
and damn him to hell if Andrew would ever let Neil fucking Josten decide what he eats for a month
Those aliens better fucking show themselves
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