#nerd josten

[atlalasassy]

It’s giving “Now, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse... expelled!”

[jtl-fics]

math nerd au!

10/23/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Math Nerd

“So he’s not interested in dating in general or he’s not interested in dating you?” Aaron asks.

“In general because he is already with someone.” Andrew says through his still gritted teeth.

“He’s WHAT?” Nicky shouts drawing the attention of half of the tables near them, “Neil Josten, a man who has named his calculator, has enough game to not only be pulling my cousin but also have another person who he’s dating?!” Nicky demands.

Andrew hates that he finds Tom Isaac-84 charming. It shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be charming that Neil named his TI-84 something but Andrew is obviously powerless against this Math Nerd’s draw.

[palmettoshitposts]

[fortheloveofexy]

thinking about Andrew reading to Neil bc Neil never had much time to read while on the run, but Andrew spent a lot of time reading while in foster care and juvie. Books were his only escape for years, his only source of comfort.

[lorethebookworm]

Since you guys are 100% my people I just need to share what I made with you because I'm sure you'll be as exited as me

It's bookish keychains!! Inspired by those awful-amazing books that keep me up at night!!!

bonus Ronan charm because I am in love with him

[the-fox-with-no-name]

I couldn't resist, sorry for the poor writing I'm improving as I go.

Head Canon Skit: Andrew’s Silent Intent. Part 1

Wymack: [holding up a blueprint] "Andrew, why am I getting calls from the engineering department about you asking them to build...this?" [points to a design that suspiciously resembles hidden blades from Assassin's Creed] "What exactly is this contraption supposed to be?"

Andrew: [deadpan] "It's exactly what it looks like. But don't worry, it’s none of your concern."

Wymack: [raising an eyebrow] "None of my concern? It’s my team, Andrew. You’re part of my concern, especially when you're commissioning someone to make... this contraption. What are you planning to do with these?"

Andrew: [calmly leaning back] "Mind your pay grade, Coach."

Wymack: [rubbing his temple] "I'm not even going to ask. But if you use that thing on the court...or anywhere near my team—"

Andrew: [cutting him off] "You'll never know about it."

After Wymack leaves, Andrew pulls out his phone, quickly typing out a message.

Andrew’s text to Neil: "Payment sorted?"

Neil’s response comes almost immediately.

Neil: "Got it."

Andrew smirks, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He leans back in his chair, glancing at the calendar on his wall. October 5th. Three weeks until Halloween.

With that, he goes back to his usual business, fully content with whatever chaotic plan he's concocted.

Later that day

Neil walks into the dorm after class, dropping his bag near the couch. He spots Nicky lounging with a controller in hand, completely absorbed in a game of Assassin’s Creed.

Nicky: [without looking up] "Hey Neil! You ever play this? It's so cool. The lore is deep. It’s all about this secret order of assassins, and they use these blades—" [pauses the game to wave his hand, mimicking the iconic wrist blade motion] "—that pop out from under their sleeves. It’s wild!"

Andrew, leaning against the counter, barely glances over. He clearly couldn’t care less.

Andrew: [flatly] "Not interested."

Nicky shrugs, going back to the game, but Neil’s attention shifts to Andrew. He watches as Andrew’s fingers subtly mimic the same wrist movement Nicky just made, almost absentmindedly, as if rehearsing something. Neil quirks an eyebrow, stifling a smile.

Andrew catches his glance but doesn’t acknowledge it. He just tilts his head slightly, as if daring Neil to comment.

Neil keeps his thoughts to himself, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. He shakes his head, sitting down at the table to finish his homework, pretending not to notice while Andrew goes back to his own silent plotting.

Andrew's phone buzzed. With a single glance, he stood up and walked over to Neil. He didn’t bother slowing down, his hand outstretched, already expecting what was coming. Neil, without a word, pulled a stack of cash from his sleeve. Andrew snatched it without missing a beat and was out the door in seconds.

Neil returned to his homework, unfazed, as if the whole exchange hadn't just happened.

Nicky scoffed at Andrew leaving like that. Neil just smiled to himself.

Later that night, Andrew returned to the apartment. Everyone else was already in bed, except for Neil, who had fallen asleep at his desk again. Schoolwork was piling up, and Kevin had threatened to bench him if his grades started slipping.

Andrew walked over, noticing Neil still resting his head on the desk.

Neil: Did you see it? [Rubbing his eyes]

Andrew: [flatly with no expression] yes, it will be done next week. Although someone sold me out to coach so, Bill will get it done with no issue. 

Bill was a gearhead in Palmetto's engineering program, and he owed Andrew a favor. Andrew had already made sure to call it in.

One week later 

It’s late at night, and the dorm is eerily quiet as usual. Neil hears the soft sound of footsteps and the creak of a door. He sits up in bed, instantly alert, and sees Andrew slipping out. 

Curiosity especially when it comes to Andrew gets the better of him, and he follows, careful to keep his distance.

From the shadows, Neil watches as Andrew bends down to pick up a box left at the door. The label reads: “To Andrew. Happy cosplaying.” Neil’s eyes narrow in amusement. 

Andrew unsheathes one of his knives and without missing a beat, he slices through the tape and opens the box. He reaches in and pulls out a gleaming, mechanical gauntlet, its design unmistakable. 

As if sensing his presence, Andrew raises two fingers without turning around, motioning Neil to come over. Neil freezes for a second, realizing Andrew had known he was there the whole time. He walks over cautiously, his heart beating a little faster, but Andrew doesn't seem upset.

Andrew: [calmly, without looking up] "You're terrible at sneaking."

Neil stays silent, watching intently as Andrew slips the gauntlet over his forearm, adjusting the fit with practiced precision. He takes the knife he used to open the box and with a soft click, locks it into the gauntlet’s mechanism.

Andrew tests the motion, flexing his wrist. In a swift movement, the blade ejects, extending with a soft hiss. Neil can’t help but be impressed as Andrew stabs the box a few times, his strikes fluid and precise, just like an assassin from the game Nicky had been playing.

Andrew: [still focused on his work] "It’s not for cosplay."

Neil watches the blade retract with a soft click. Andrew finally glances at him, his expression unreadable.

Andrew: [deadpan] "Keep staring, and you’ll find out exactly how sharp this is."

Neil: [smirking slightly] "I’ll pass."

Andrew retracts the blade and stabs the box again, more out of habit than necessity. The blade moves with lethal accuracy with each strike 

Neil: “You’ve been practicing.”

Andrew: [calm, flat tone] “Some things don’t require practice. Just... intent.”

Neil leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Andrew’s movements. He stays quiet, his own thoughts churning, but he’s careful not to break the fragile stillness.

Andrew retracts the blade, letting the silence hang heavy between them for a moment.

Andrew: [finally turning, meeting Neil’s gaze] “What?”

Neil: [shrugs, unbothered] “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Andrew: [raising an eyebrow, with a hint of challenge] “Good luck.”

Andrew says nothing, continuing to toy with the gauntlet, but Neil catches the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. He steps back, giving Andrew his space, but now he knows he is enjoying the hell out of that. 

[omokel]

✰ — andreil (all for the game) / thank you (clairo)

[thepriceofsurvival]

God Neil is such a fucking fan girl

[bookburners]

Everybody is wrong actually

Neil: Bard

Andrew: Paladin

Kevin: Wizard

Renee: Monk

Aaron: Cleric

Matt: Fighter

Allison: Rouge

Dan: Paladin

Nicky: Bard

[justheretolurk24]

AFTG Chicago (the musical) AU where Neil is Billy Flynn, dramatic spectacled liar extraordinaire, and Andrew is Roxie Hart, murderer hellbent on telling the truth on the stand (at least initially)

[atlalasassy]

There’s no way Neil got any school work done throughout the entire trilogy literally all we read about in terms of schoolwork was him drawing fox paws on his work

[jtl-fics]

Math nerd please!!!🩵

WIP Wednesday 9/11/24 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU (10/10)

Andrew stares at Ichirou, but does nod. “So what’s your offer?” he asks and for the first time watches Ichirou’s facade visibly falter.

“Offer?”

“Kevin and I made a deal. I am getting something out of that deal, what are you offering me?” He sips his water and Ichirou stares down at him. Andrew would have done it without requiring anything if Neil had been the one to offer, but he wants something from Ichirou.

“What is it that you want?” Ichirou asks as he regains his composure.

“I want a turn. With both the jackass and your father’s dog.” Andrew stares up at Ichirou.

[casstelli]

neil josten needs a hobby that isn’t exy or his boyfriend so i’ve decided he plays the guitar. neil josten in a band. neil josten playing silly duets with his lesbian best friend. r u catching my drift. do you understand the vibe

[detectivebambam]

I'm about to fall asleep so

dyslexic Neil Josten

discuss amongst yourselves

[neil-minyard-josten]

I have a feeling Neil Josten would love learning about Reinforcement learning.

[afurtivecake]

no, see, the thing is right? i bet neil would have done great as a business major. would it have been what he loved? no, nothing can outshine playing exy in his heart but doing little spreadsheets and finance and organizing shit and all that? he'd have enjoyed it and been good at it.