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When I first saw your ask prompts out of excitement I was going to ask you to write every single one them .i was like "write every single one them ,I will be your sole reader" then I calmed down
So if you can could you plz write something with 10 and 7 .if it's about andrew and neil it will be much appreciated
KSDFJH no pls this made me laugh so hard i can't-
7: squishing their cheeks
10: lifting someone up out of excitement
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7.
Andrew could tell it was one of those days.
Normally, he wouldn't say anything if Neil told him "no" or if he didn't want to take his shirt off; Andrew felt the same sometimes. But picking at his scars, scratching his cheeks, fidgeting with his armbands — something was up.
So, he asked.
"What is with you, Josten," Andrew sat down next to him. "Acting more rabbit-y than usual."
Neil rolled his eyes and slumped into the sofa cushions. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“What did we say about lying?”
Andrew heard a huff from Neil as he shifted to rest his nose in the crook of Andrew’s neck. “It was just — I heard some kids today talking about how I looked so much like my- like Nathan, and that it was insane that they didn’t recognize me,” Neil mumbled. “I don’t want to look like him.”
Andrew of course was fully prepared to cut a bitch when he heard that, but decided that he could commit murder after making sure that Neil was in the right headspace to hear about his stabby plans.
“You are nothing like him,” Andrew told Neil. Hopefully it was somewhat reassuring.
Neil did not look reassured. Damn.
Andrew was sure that Neil was going to say some bullshit about how he’d be “fine,” and well, he would not be responsible for the combination of the roof and gravity that would likely be soon to follow it that occurred.
So instead, Andrew took initiative.
He got up and dragged Neil to the bathroom (and yes, Andrew was very calm about the fact that they were holding hands. This was not the time to have a gay panic). He fully ignored Neil’s sputters and questions until he kicked the bathroom door open.
Andrew whirled Neil around until they were facing the mirror. (He did have to go on his toes to see over Neil’s shoulder properly but thankfully Neil was standing in front and couldn’t see Andrew).
“Andrew,” Neil blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Proving to you that you don’t look like that asshole.”
“In the bathroom— ?”
Andrew proceeded to place his arms above Neil’s shoulder and promptly squished Neil’s cheeks.
”See?” Andrew said monotonously. “I bet Nathan never had his cheeks squished.”
Neil was silent for one moment. Two. Andrew was starting to think there may have been more effective ways of improving Neil’s mood, when he saw Neil bite back a smile.
“What?” Andrew demanded. “You really do not resemble a serial killer right now.”
It was true. Neil, with his rough scars and bunched up cheeks and a reddening face from holding back a laugh, couldn’t look less like his sperm donor father.
He looked like… Neil Josten. And Andrew would be a lying homosexual if he said it wasn’t the nicest sight he’d seen.
10.
Neil's legs were beginning to go numb.
There were very few things that Neil wouldn't do for Andrew, and so when Andrew called him over to the sofa, well, Neil couldn't exactly say no! He happily abandoned his essay (that he wasn’t putting too much effort into writing anyway) and climbed into the little opening Andrew made under his blanket, fully prepared to be used as a personal heater for a few minutes.
What he didn't expect, however, was for Andrew to yank him onto his lap and bury his (cold) nose in Neil's neck. Neil smothered a smile and crossed his legs around Andrew's back, running his fingers through Andrew's hair.
That had been 20 minutes ago.
It was a cozy position, sure, but Neil didn't exactly want to fail his classes (and then get kicked off the Exy team. and then die.), so he lightly nudged Andrew's back with a socked toe.
"Andrew," Neil said, voice a bit muffled in Andrew's sweater. "Can I get off now? I have homework."
Neil received no response other than Andrew squeezing him tighter.
It was another 10 minutes until anything changed, but suddenly there was a loud beeping noise. Startled, Neil nearly fell over, but Andrew grabbed him, lifted him up, and promptly walked over to the kitchen.
"Andrew, what— " Neil sputtered in confusion as he scrambled to hold onto something. He was dropped unceremoniously as Andrew grabbed a pair of oven mitts and yanked open the oven, a sweet smell wafting in the air.
Neil stumbled back as Andrew pulled out a few trays of monster sized cookies, placing them on a rack to cool down. After finishing up, Andrew slowly turned around to face Neil.
"Cookies," he said as way of explanation.
Neil didn't know whether to laugh or groan.
"You were so excited to get your cookies out of the oven that you carried me over to the kitchen instead of just telling me to get off your lap."
"Yes."
"Andrew."
"..."
"You better be this excited to go to tonight's night practice— "
"I cannot hear you over the sound of me eating this cookie. Crunch crunch."
"Andrew!"