andreil going on roadtrips is literally??? just the?? warmest thing ever????? they werent able to do it before, for spring break, because of all the bad stuff that happened…but just imagine like sometime in the summer. for 2 weeks or so they get to be together, alone, free of worry leaving it all behind ((including kevin much to his distaste bc he didnt want to have the court so far from him but hes able to stick with his dad so its ok. also andrew pulled out the knives))
having just the road beyond them!!! they travel for hours with no real destination in mind, only the feeling of being able to be with each other like this
with their fingers loosely laced together in the middle of the console and the windows down with the wind blowing through their hair. sometimes neil will stick his head out to really breathe in and feel his blood rushing because freedom is right here in front of him in the palms of his hands and it feels so good
andrew glances at him before turning back to the road again and his heart is clenching and burning with this entirely new feeling because neil still feels like a fucking pipe dream even though he is right there with him. and he always will be.
after a while they’d stop at a rest area, or maybe just the shoulder of an empty road. andrew would step out and go to neil’s side and lean against the hood of the car while lighting 2 cigs
they both breathe in the smoke while they lean back to stare at the starry sky which is extremely clear without light pollution, except its only neil doing so, because andrew is staring at him from the corner of his eye instead
the awe on neil’s face makes the realization hit him that he’d burn down the world if that meant nothing would ever be able to take this away from him again ((am i speaking about neil’s happiness, or neil with andrew? ;)))
this muddles his thoughts and almost melts his fucking brain, so much that he has to ask “yes or no?” and pulling neil in by the collar of his shirt when he whispers out a “yes. always yes.” and biting his bottom lip for the last of it in retaliation which makes neil smile against his mouth
they spend nights in shitty motels with junk food and candy surrounding them on their bed, courtesy of andrew
theyre wrapped in blankets like a cocoon and sharing kisses and nuzzles to necks and soft touches like hands running through hair, warm hands on the back of necks and sometimes barely-there fingertips grazing up and down arms when andrew is comfortable with it
neil will send a pic of them on the balcony with the sunrise behind them to the foxes’ groupchat and everyone dies from it. andrew is glaring at neil and flicks the ash of his cig towards him and neil just smiles
neil would want to go on runs in the morning, to stick to routine, to sometimes push away nightmares he had the night before, but in the end he will always come back to andrew because he knows he no longer has to be actually on the run. and andrew will be waiting for him
and he is, with takeout breakast and a 2nd cig in between his fingers for him, and the steadying presence with the feeling of home
they dont exactly have plans for their days, just whatever comes to mind and whats easy, either lazing about watching boring movies with andrew’s legs thrown across neil’s lap or andrew slowly taking neil apart bit by bit with hot hands and harsh kisses. it all works for them
((once neil asked if he’d wanna go running with him sometime and maybe check out whats around and what to do and andrew just stares blankly at him like ‘are you kidding me’ and neil has the audacity to laugh))
and even after many years that pass they’ll still take these roadtrips, a lot of them on a whim just to get away from everything and to wrap up into each other and feel how they still fit together like 2 pieces of a puzzle even after all this time
I just wanted to take a moment to say that whether or not your fic makes it on to rec lists, or gets a lot of reblogs, and regardless of whether or not you get nominated for awards, or make it onto lists of authors people should read, you still matter. Someone, somewhere, appreciates you. They love the thing that you wrote. They squealed, and flailed, and probably messaged their friend about it at 2am in the morning. You have written sentences that have made peoples’ hearts flip-flop in their stomachs and have little moments of ‘oh I wish I’d thought of that! Headcanon!’.
You are still a writer, and a damn good one at that.
In which Jungkook takes the KTX from Seoul to Iryeong hoping to gain inspiration for his latest novel. He stumbles upon an old village myth about a boy who would wait in the snow for his lover to come home. Intrigued, Jungkook writes a diary about the emotions he’d collected and crafts his characters. Yet, each time he walks along the train tracks and kneels in the cold, unrelenting snow, he thinks he sees himself here, kissing a boy wearing blue, blue and only blue. Jungkook leaves Iryeong only to realize that he is the reincarnation of the boy’s lover and the boy’s name is Kim Taehyung. Dear Diary, Jungkook lets grief ink the pages black, it will be my turn to wait in the snow for him.
i am constantly growing as a person and i’m very thankful for it.. i just.. love myself? in the most sincere way. i am aware of my flaws, and i accept them, but i don’t encourage them. i allow myself to make mistakes, and forgive myself for them, but push myself to learn from them and use the experience to become better. i am understanding of my limits, but i also make myself take chances sometimes, because i also know i’m capable of more than i’d like to think i am.. and sometimes, the only way to grow is to make yourself… i don’t have it all figured it out, and i still have a long way to go, in my own personal journey, but i’ll be there with myself every step of the way. and that’s a very nice thought.