Pt. 2 Tsc Gang Intro!! < Pt.1 Pt.3 >

Andrew Minyard first join the PSU Foxes just to be able to make sure that Aaron could be a med student and a way to thanks Nicky for dropping everything in Germany for them.

We know the twin love each other really deeply but bc of what happened and their own internal struggles they can’t put words into this AND IT BREAKS MY HEART💔.

Then, disaster.

Kevin Day got his hand smashed like a cookie by Riko and ended up with the foxes, bro was so stressed about everything that Andrew took him under his wing to protect him.

+1 mafia traumatized kid who only lives for exy as a way to cope.

And then, another disaster.

Neil Josten tried to run away from everyone and got a exy racket smashing his stomach by a blond psycho short man, BOOM, join the foxes, BOOM, a millions problem got added since he was literally searched by the mafia for 8 years! And decided to drop everything for stick ball? Andrew and his gay ass did not manage to look away and after making sure Neil was not a threat (he actually is but against his will), he took Neil under his wing to protect too.

+1 mafia traumatized kid who only lives for exy as a way to cope.

Andrew Minyard, the man you are🔥

Bro took every hot mafia traumatized kid and declared they were his and NO ONE said anything to that, AURA + ♾️

(Bonus point for dating Neil Josten after all the shit this ginger caused)

pt. 6 | aftg socmed au pt. 7 | pt. 8

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valentines day special even though its april <3

I know for a fact that Jean CANNOT pronounce the word "throughout" without slithering or having a thick ass French accent cuz that word with hella complicated for French speaker to pronounce correctly.

I’m sure some of the Trojans (Cat, Laila, Jemery, …) love to use certain words to just hear Jean’s accent or Jean having difficulties to pronounce a word correctly, Cat and Laila ofc are giggling to not upset Jean too much but Jemery… HES DYING INSIDE HIS HEART IS RACING SO HARD EVERYTIME CUZ JEAN HAVE THE MF FRENCH EFFECT ON HIM.

(I’m sure Kevin love that little French accent from Jean too but his delusional ass will never admit it)

Laila: I swear, if I see one more pigeon staring at me, I’m moving to the mountains.

Cat: Good luck. Mountain pigeons are tougher. They wear tiny leather jackets.

Jeremy: Yeah, and they demand snacks and rent.

Jean: Honestly, throughout (THICK ASS FRENCH ACCENT) history- pigeons..- hum… is that how you say it..? Throuuuughrhgrgout?

Jeremy: *i found the love of my life, he become more and more perfect every day..*

Laila & cat: *fighting to not laugh*

(I’m French btw so it’s hard asf to pronounce that word too😔)

Baby Pics pt. 3 (final part)

Kevin is being silent in the chat because he fell down some stairs while looking at Baby Aaron

Robin’s parents have religiously kept and cared for all her baby pictures from before she was kidnapped; this one is a few years before she was stolen.

one of the very few things Nicky left with when he got out of his parents’ house are his photo albums; he couldn’t bear leaving any trace of this kid in that house, and couldn’t keep letting his mother enter these phases of grief where she cried over page after page of baby Nicky.

though the internet is full with baby pictures of Kevin from tabloids, for the longest time he has no physical photographs of himself or his mom; when the Nest closed, he was finally handed back Kayleigh’s things that were rightfully his; that was truly an enormous moment of closure.

Aaron went through the effort of digging through the garbage in the attic of the Columbia house to find a semi decent picture; Nicky had some in his own albums, which he offered, but Aaron needed to do that himself, work though some shit.

Andrew told Bee what bullshit the Foxes were doing these days, then told her he knew who had some photos left of him here and there, then told her to make some calls if she was ever feeling bored of her life; because Neil asked; Bee managed to track down 10 photos from adoption agencies and foster families; Andrew chose that one because you can’t see his eyes (and he thinks he looks pretty cool).

Stuart sent over the one photo he has kept all these years, from a time Mary was able to visit London after having Neil; the full picture he cropped is below; only Andrew was shown Neil and his mom, Mary Hatford; the mom he lost, the mom he wants to remember.

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Neil : Im so hungry I could eat Cass

Andrew : ...

pt. 12 | aftg socmed au pt. 13 | pt. 14 (coming soon)

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longer post because its been a bit of time and the spring break nonsense was fun <3

You just stabbed me, 57 times, and left me to die with this fucking peace of art in my mind💔💔💔

Cold tile promises

this was a request by the lovely: @ghost-inthemirror

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Aaron had stopped screaming hours ago.  

His throat was raw, his voice reduced to a broken whisper, but he still pressed his forehead against the bathroom door, fingers clawing at the wood like he could tear through it if he tried hard enough.  

"Andrew," he rasped, voice cracking. "Please. Please."  

Silence.  

Andrew was still there—Aaron could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the occasional shift of weight against the door. He hadn’t left. But he hadn’t answered either.  

Aaron’s knees gave out, and he slid down the door, collapsing onto the cold tile. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles twisting under the weight of withdrawal. Every nerve in his body was on fire, his stomach cramping violently. He curled into himself, trembling, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.  

He wasn’t asking for the pills anymore. He hadn’t been for days.  

He just didn’t want to be alone.  

Tilda had locked him in places before—closets, the basement, once even the trunk of her car when she was too drunk to remember he was there. She’d leave him for hours, sometimes days, until she sobered up enough to realize she’d forgotten him. He’d learned to stop screaming, to stop begging, because no one ever came.  

But Andrew was right there.  

Aaron pressed his palm flat against the door, his fingers splayed like he could reach through it.  

"You promised," he whispered, voice breaking. "You promised you wouldn’t hurt me."  

Silence.  

Aaron’s vision blurred. He wasn’t sure if it was the withdrawal or the tears.  

"I don’t—I don’t care if you lock me in my room," he choked out. "I don’t care if you tie me to the fucking bed. Just—just don’t leave me here. Please."  

His breath hitched, a sob tearing from his chest.  

"Andrew, please."  

Nothing.  

Aaron squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead against the tile. It was cold. Everything was cold.  

He didn’t know how much longer he could do this.  

His body ached, his mind fraying at the edges. He was so tired.  

Maybe if he just… stopped fighting. Maybe if he let go.  

Maybe then it would finally be over.  

---

Five days.  

That’s how long it took before Andrew finally opened the door.  

Aaron didn’t move.  

He was slumped against the bathtub, his arms wrapped around himself, his breathing shallow. His skin was pale, his lips cracked, his eyes hollow.  

Nicky was the one who rushed in first, his voice too loud, his hands too warm as he cupped Aaron’s face, trying to coax him into drinking water, into eating something, anything.  

Aaron didn’t react.  

Andrew stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching.  

Aaron’s eyes flicked to him, just for a second.  

Then he looked away.  

Nicky kept talking, kept trying, but Aaron didn’t hear any of it.  

All he could think about was the cold tile.  

The silence.  

The way Andrew had sat right outside the door and listened to him beg—beg—and hadn’t moved.  

You promised.  

Aaron closed his eyes.  

Andrew had kept his promise, in a way. He’d protected Aaron from the drugs, from the things that could hurt him.  

But he’d also broken it.  

Because Andrew had hurt him too.  

And Aaron wasn’t sure he’d ever forget that.

---  

Andrew didn’t realize until it was too late.  

It wasn’t until Aaron was clean—until the shaking had stopped, until the fever had broken, until the hollow-eyed ghost of his brother sat slumped at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the food Nicky had placed in front of him—that Andrew understood.  

Aaron hadn’t been begging for the pills.  

He hadn’t been lying when he swore he’d quit.  

He had just wanted out.  

Out of the bathroom.  

Out of the dark.  

Out of the silence.  

And more than anything, he had wanted Andrew.  

Not Nicky. Not some half-stranger who barely knew him. His brother. His twin. The one person who was supposed to keep promises.  

Andrew had sat on the other side of that door for five days, listening to Aaron scream, listening to him sob, listening to him beg—beg—in a way that should have made Andrew’s skin crawl.  

But he hadn’t moved.  

Because in his head, it was just withdrawal. Just an addict’s desperation. Just empty words to get the next fix.  

He hadn’t listened.  

Not really.  

Not until now.  

Aaron picked at the food, his fingers twitching slightly, like his body was still adjusting to being in control again. His voice, when he finally spoke, was flat. Dead.  

"You promised you’d never hurt me."  

Andrew went very still.  

Aaron didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the table, his expression blank.  

"But you hurt me so bad I kept wishing my body would just give in and die that week."  

Something sharp and cold lodged itself in Andrew’s chest.  

Aaron’s fingers curled into fists.  

"You sat there," he whispered. "You listened. And you didn’t—" His voice cracked. "You didn’t care."  

Andrew’s pulse roared in his ears.  

He had cared.  

That was the worst part.  

He had cared so much that he locked Aaron in there in the first place. He had cared so much that he stayed, that he listened to every scream, every plea, every broken sob—because he thought it was the only way.  

But Aaron wasn’t Tilda.  

And Andrew had treated him like he was.  

Andrew had become her.  

Aaron finally looked at him then, his eyes empty.  

"You’re just like her," he said softly.  

And Andrew—  

Andrew had no defense.  

Because Aaron was right.  

He had locked him in a room and left him to suffer.  

He had broken his promise.  

And now Aaron was looking at him like he was a stranger.  

Like Andrew had taken something from him that could never be given back.  

Andrew opened his mouth.  

Closed it.  

There was nothing to say.  

Aaron pushed his plate away and stood, his movements slow, unsteady.  

He didn’t look at Andrew again as he walked away.  

And Andrew—  

Andrew let him go.

END

I actually need Aaron Minyard up against a wall being kissed senseless. Whether that's Katelyn or Kevin or both doing it idc but get that man airborne!!!!

I refuse

thinking about how Jeremy knows that Jean is afraid of water but not necessarily that he was waterboarded at evermore.

thinking about how Jean knows that Jeremy got clean off coke but not necessarily that he spent 5 weeks in rehab.

thinking about how Jeremy takes the stairs with Jean because Jean is claustrophobic but he doesn’t know Jean was locked in a box.

thinking about how Jean lets Jeremy nap instead of practicing because he’s tired but doesn’t know he’s fallen asleep driving.

thinking about how Jeremy knows Jean had feelings for Kevin but not how deep the pain of Kevin’s betrayal truly goes.

thinking about how Jean has no idea that Jeremy was left high and dry by the first man that was more than just a hookup to him.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know Jean cried so hard he almost vomited after Grayson’s attacks back in the Nest.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Bryson has threatened to plant drugs if Jeremy doesn’t fail the LSAT.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean has had his life sworn away to a man who can and will use him as an income.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy’s entire life and future are locked away somewhere that Jeremy doesn’t even know.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean wouldn’t have lived in any other life.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy would’ve been waiting forever for him.

just thinking about them and what they don’t know about each other.

also on a lighter note:

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean crushed hard on his photos.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that he is undeniably Jeremy’s exact type.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean’s favorite color is brown because of his eyes.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy saw gold peonies reflected in his eyes during the fireworks.

thinking about jean struggling with seasonal allergies. at first, he is so confused because he has never had this problem before but then again, he never spent so much time in nature in the past so it makes sense. it's fairly interesting for others to watch him go into a sneezing fit and then swear in french. his face is all red and puffy and he is so annoyed with everything. it was so hard to get him to start taking medicine but once he did he was glad because now he could finally breathe, but it did not fully go away of course. he loves looking at flowers and admiring how pretty they are but do not get them too close to him or he'll kill you