What Do You Mean Proust Made Tapes For His Sessions With Andrew To Send To Riko Just In Case He "needed

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

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valentines day special even though its april <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)

Kevin and Aaron are the gayest straight guy in aftg (on earth actually but anyway) and I LIVE FOR THE GAYS, LONG LIFE TO THE GAYS (I’m straight but I’m an allie🔥🔥)

Andreil and Jerejean my babies too

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

"The Sunshine Court"

Nora. Where. Is. The. Sunshine.

I don’t feel like there is any sunshine or sunny thing IN THIS MF BOOK FULL OF TRAUMA.

Where is the sunshine Nora… where is it…

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.

pt. 2 tsc gang intro!! < pt.1 pt.3 >

my french is not what it was so i apologise for any errors but the messages between jean and kevin are:

-you have twitter?

-i am basically a hostage

but Cat and Laila find it funny. it is quite ridiculous and i don’t know what to say

- it’s for your thoughts

-my god

Neil : Im so hungry I could eat Cass

Andrew : ...

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

---

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

“It was not only Riko’s fault, I don’t blame him..- BLAH BLAH BLAH” BITCH???? All the shit he did against everyone in aftg just bc he’s bitchy is really close to being call war crimes

Riko hater 4 lifer🔥

His death was not painful enough, just a shot in his head? Bitch be more creative next time.

Yeah I get it that he also had a fucking shitty childhood but so does EVERYONE else in the books, and yet none of them have done all the shit he did.

(What he did to Neil during Christmas break, all he did to Jean for years, how he treated Kevin, and also Andrew with Drake and Proust)

BURN IN HELL YOU UGLY JAPANESE HOE