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Neil was always going to run, the choice to reveal his name and hidden designation never should've swayed Andrew, but they had.
Neil had swayed him, and now Andrew can only reckon with the fact that he was stupid enough to want again.
It's those thoughts that are circling his head when the car pulls up. It's not smooth, he watches as the driver goes over the curb, though Andrew doesn't care enough to tell them off for their horrible park job.
Not until Neil fucking Josten practically collapses out of the driver's seat, beat to all hell and with red hair to boot.
Andrew is at his side before his conscious mind realizes, his body already having made the choice for him. He smells blood, and fear, but they're overpowered by the sweet scent of strawberry sorbet pouring out from Neil's neck.
His mouth starts to water as Neil practically folds into his arms, pupils blowing wide as he catches the heat scent of slick in the air. He has a second to curse before Neil is looking up at him, glazed eyes blinking heavily before getting stuck on Andrew's face.
"Andrew," He says his name like no one else ever has, possibly ever will.
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Neil is practically plastered to his back as they head for the back of the bus. He turns back slightly to glare when Neil trips him, but the idiot doesn't even look apologetic.
Internally, Andrew rolls his eyes; he has a feeling he knows the reason for Neil's sudden clingy tendencies.
Andrew's arms are pleasantly sore from the full half he played, only letting in a single goal like Neil asked on their way here. He doesn't know yet what he'll ask for in return. Possibly a weekend getaway out of state or as many hours as Andrew wants dressing him up in the mall.
From the way Neil is trying to merge their bodies together, Andrew figures what he'll owe is far from his mind.
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“We were talking about true mates!” Nicky says practically hopping up and down in his seat.
Neil blinks away memories from a windowless room, his ears itching with the whispers of a french accent.
“Okay?” Neil asks, not sure he wants to be talking about this. He wants to turn to Andrew for reassurance, for what he doesn’t know, but it feels too vulnerable for some reason, even in this room filled with his family.
Something must leak into his scent because Andrew is moving from his spot on Renee’s bed to the couch Neil’s been leaning back against. Neil adjusts so that Andrew can slide behind him completely, his legs framing Neil’s body from his spot on the floor.
Neil hovers a hand over his calf, only wrapping his arm around it when Andrew pushes into his touch. Andrew’s warm fingers grasp the mess of Neil’s curls next, still tousled from them earlier, and drag him to lean against the plush muscle of his thigh.
“I’m still not used to them being adorable,” Dan stage whispers to Allison.
With Andrew bracketing him, it’s a lot easier for Neil to pay attention to their words now.
“So what about true mates?” Neil asks, all unease forgotten.
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- Part 4 of Last Chance to Lose Control
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Their coach sighed, heavily, “Management decided we’ve gone enough years without a mascot. This was their solution.” Sputters and cries of indignation rang out through the empty bowl.
“But it’s not even a fox?!” That was Allison’s voice, loud and indignant.
Intrigued, Andrew brought his gaze to the sorry group masquerading as a team, only to blink at the sheer absurdity of what he was seeing. Standing next to Wymack at the edge of the rink was their mascot. It was orange, hideously orange, with a yellow mane- beard (?) falling around its face. If you were being extremely generous, something like fox ears were sticking out of its head, but they were more like drooping tufts of fur than anything else. Sandwiched between them was a black helmet, but Andrew’s gaze caught on the creature’s eyes. They were too wide to comfortably stare into, an eerie bright blue, and made of similar material to the plastic googly eyes that decorated the kids toys Andrew never was allowed to have.
The mascot- creature- demonspawn from the depths of hell ignored them all to stare back at Andrew.
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It doesn't take long for Neil to join him on the roof, his face lighting up when he sees him. Neil settles next to him, close enough that Andrew can feel his body heat without touching. Neil's wearing the hoodie he pilfered from Andrew's closet a few months ago; he feels his eyes catch on it a little too long. He forces his eyes away, but he leans closer until their shoulders brush. Neil takes it for the invitation it is, leaning most of his weight into Andrew's side.
"So, what is this?" He pulls the dog clicker from his pocket, still in its plastic packaging.
Andrew's hand ghosts over Neil's covered hip, fiddling with the waistband of his egregious shorts. "Don't ask questions with obvious answers," he retorts.
He slips his hand beneath fabric to reach bare skin, grounding himself with the familiar raised skin. "I want to-" The words get stuck in his throat.
Aggravated with himself, Andrew squeezes Neil's hip hard enough to hurt, but Neil only blinks slowly at him, not a hint of expectation on his face. "I would like to be louder. With you," Andrew forces out spitefully.
"Oh," Neil says surprised, "Like when we-?"
"When we fuck," Andrew says shortly.
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Compilation of my thoughts on Tubbo's character as the streams continue on. Not gonna update regularly or anything just when I feel the need to cry about how sad Tubbo's story has been so far.
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Neil lets his phone die while he's out on a run. Andrew tracks him down with the intent to rip him a new asshole, but plans derail when the Maserati pops a tire, and Neil -- well, Neil is lucky he looks good holding a lug wrench.
- OR - Andrew obliterates Neil's single remaining brain cell in the backseat of the Maserati. Not even remotely sanitary.
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23 Jun 2026
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In which Andrew gets a job as a bouncer in the same club where Neil strips.
He has a rule — a firm one, one he thinks is the only reason he stays sane despite everything — which is to touch Neil as little as possible. It's a self-imposed torture. It’s his last line of defense.
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Or: He fucking breaks it.
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21 Jun 2026
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Neil, an injured surfer, finds relief during summer at Palmetto Resort working the front desk.
It’s uncomplicated until he meets Andrew.
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Or the one where Neil has a broken ankle and the Foxes are surfers with summer jobs.Yeah this is a Stoked AU.
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21 Jun 2026
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Neil was missing and Andrew never knew he was capable of feeling this much. If Neil never returned, runaway that he was, or worse if Neil was dead, Andrew knew he would never recover. Never feel anything ever again. It wasn't the soothing thought it ought to be. Despite the fact that he should know better, Andrew would choose Neil. Neil and these horrible emotions his all-too human heart finally deigned to inflict upon him.
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15 Jun 2026
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In which Andrew tasks Neil with pondering whether he's ready to have penetrative sex and Neil turns to the Scientific Method.
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08 Jun 2026