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Andrew knows that Neil is not soft, or delicate, or fragile in any sense of the word.
And, yet.
(or, five times Andrew is struck by Neil's growth, softness, cuteness, whatever you want to call it)
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14 Mar 2026
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Predictably, Neil’s automated voicemail message answers for him. The number you’re trying to reach is unavailable at this time. The message runs through its spiel, informing Andrew that he can leave a message after the beep.
Goodbye hovers on his tongue. It’s the least that Neil deserves from him. There are so many more things to be said.
Andrew shuts his phone without leaving a voicemail. He drops his phone onto the counter and slips a knife out of its sheath.
Right before spring break during his fourth year at Palmetto, Andrew Minyard attempts suicide. Now everyone has to figure out how to move forward from here.
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24 Aug 2025
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The Foxes and the Ravens finally get their rematch, from Neil and Andrew’s POV.
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24 Aug 2025
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[static]
[radio clicks on]
You always told me that you wouldn't run. You promised, you know; told me that you were done running, that you were going to stay.
But one day I came home, and you were gone.
Most of your drawers were empty. Your favorite Knights sweater was gone. Your barely-held-together running shoes and your Docs, the ones I got you for Christmas two years ago. You left a note on the kitchen counter.
"Don't come looking," you said.
Well, fuck that. You don't get that choice.
I'm looking, Abram. And I won't stop until I find you.
[radio clicks off]
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An Alice Isn't Dead AU in which Abram is running and Andrew refuses to let him go.
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Andrew had exactly one picture in his wallet: it was black and white, a man sprawled on his knees, shirtless and mottled with scars, arms limp at his sides. He was wearing a tutu—must have been pink, because it looked a soft gray—and he had calf-high tube socks paired with it, no shoes. His right hand lightly held a cigarette, the ember bright in the black and white tones, and the man was staring straight at the camera with heavy-lidded eyes and his head slightly tilted back while he let the smoke seep out of his mouth. The smoke was thick and obscured most of his face, but Andrew could still see the scars on his cheeks, the contours of his lips, the cut of his jaw.
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01 Jun 2025
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i just spent 2 hours trying to find this thank you tumblr