So Still Like Drawing The Aftg Kid Oc I've Used A Picrew To Show What He Looks Like For The Moment Until

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper AU but make it Twinyards

i think about a version of aftg where andrew had to chase after neil and actually catch him in order to keep him. like i imagine a scene where neil's paranoia gets triggered so he runs away and andrew chases after him, not used to the effort so his legs burn and chest hurts but neil is right in front of him, arms length. his knees ache, threatening to buckle but that firey hair in front of him urges him forward. he's about to give up, wonder what makes him even run after this thorn on his side but then neil's looking over his shoulder. eyes wide and blue, shocked for all they're worth and then neil's stumbling.

he falls and stares up at andrew's hunch figure over him amazed. no one has ever caught up to him, no one's ever tried. but here they were, eye to eye with neither one clear what causes the stand still. unsure of why andrew chased and unsure of why neil stayed.

beautiful. wonderful. no notes.

so we're talking baltimore, right? if neil found out lola and romero came for him and instead of going, he did what his mother taught him to do. he dropped everything and ran. he ran even though his muscles ached from the game and he ran away from the best year of his life because maybe for a fleeting second he thinks his mother is waiting for him he thinks she's going to be there when he turns the corner, she's going to give him a new passport and a new name and they're going to escape like they always do and no, maybe she's behind him, maybe she's calling his name, maybe he can hear her, why is he running from her, he needs to stay with her, he has to stay with his mother, he needs to keep her safe just like she kept him safe. for a moment he is alex and stefan and chris and nathaniel and all twenty-two names when he turns around for just a second, and it's not her, and it's not his father either.

the hands that catch hold of him don't hold weapons. andrew stops him from running and he says his name and suddenly neil isn't anybody other than neil, and for one fleeting moment he wonders if he dreamed it, if he could stay here for real. andrew looks scared, but his grip is firm and his voice insistent when he says "you're staying."

for a second neil thinks he can. for a second he wants to.

then he glances over andrew's shoulder, and the past he's spent nine years running from is standing right there.

all he can say is "you have to let me go."

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SNIPPIT 1 FOR UHHH the fic that has no name the full chapter 1 isn't written yet I just wanted to get the snippit out

so the snippit is basically when neil has the racquet slammed into his gut its not all that good written as its a snippit for a reason so enjoy:

Elio had his ear pressed to the bathroom/stall door hearing the locker room door get pushed open hoping it was his mommy and not anymore of the people who were already in the outside room, he didn’t hear the other give the signal to come out of hiding but worry was gnawing at his gut rubbing at his arm faster.

The boy was snapped out of his worry at the sound of someone hitting the floor and the sound of a gruff mans voice chastising someone, Elio pushed open the bathroom/stall door rushing around the corner slightly seeing Neil on the ground trying to take gasps of air, he seemed to have not noticed that Elio had came out from where he was hiding until the toddler{small boy} had rushed to grab onto one of his arms causing the short blonde to pause at what he was saying “well that’s interesting.” the blonde had mentioned a strange smile on his face. “Anyways if he was nice coach he wouldn’t be any use to us, would he?”

Elio noticed that his mommy had put a arm around his middle the boy didn’t share the same care for exy as Neil did having no interest in the sport other than watching the older one play and seem more alive.

I don't know if the bathrooms/stalls in the Millport locker were stalls in a room with a door or just stalls so uhh yeah

why do people need to know my sexuality or how many people I've kissed that's very personal questions, it's so nice to now that I'd run from danger based on the fact I don't wanna die

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me with all my wips when I only have a prologue written for we'll be fine eventually and just haven't written the first chapter

the fuck is the heel its a goddamn topper like its on the top of both sides of the rest of the bread, like its called a topper (idk if this is a British thing actually it may be a British thing) But like WHO THE FUCK CALLS IT THE CRUST, THE CRUST IS THE STUFF ON THE PUTSIDE OF A BREAD SLICE NOT THE TOPPER (I'm sorry I shouldn't yell in caps)

I legit thought that the two were dating but no we suffer from another non relationship break up that ended in deaths, man that shit could have been solved by kisses and hand holding

oh he was itching to hold his hand