aaaah your Madison headcanons were so amazing! I would love to hear more about Neil and Andrew's parenting and how they gain Madison's trust, or some Madison POV for the first few weeks of living with them... or even Nicky and Aaron's reaction! (In other words I agree you should totally write a fic of all this)
Thanks! So, I know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I still love Andreil + Madison and I’m definitely going to write a fic but in the meantime, here’s a tiny little preview that I might end up putting in the fic or might end up scrapping later:
Madison’s first evening in the house was too quiet. Neil wasn’t sure what he was expecting and he knew a grand celebration would just make an already strange situation so much more uncomfortable for Madison.
Still, he had thought that there would be something more than Madison sitting in silence the entire drive to their house and holing herself up in her new bedroom with her one slightly overfilled backpack that Neil doubted she was unpacking yet the moment they showed her which room was hers. Andrew had installed locks that let her lock the room from the inside so she would feel more safe. Neil wasn’t sure if the door was locked now or just closed, but he would guess she had locked the door on impulse like he had used to lock his dorm the moment he got inside it, back when he was at PSU rooming with Matt.
She didn’t come back down until the pizzas Andrew ordered arrived. Andrew sent Neil upstairs to tell her it was there while he paid for the pizza.
The mention and smell of the pizza was enough to draw her out of her room temporarily, but she didn’t speak a word during dinner and she ate like she wasn’t sure when her next meal would be after this. When she disappeared upstairs again the moment she was finished, Neil wondered if they were making backwards progress and she already regretted being adopted by them.
The silence of the house was deafening and even the skitter of cat claws across the kitchen tile sounded too loud in comparison. Of course, Andrew picked up on Neil’s worried expression and he told him coolly, “She came down to eat. That’s more than I was willing to risk my first night in most foster homes.”
“We’re not a foster home,” Neil pointed out. “This is permanent.”
“She’s used to new houses being new threats,” Andrew said. “And we both know she doesn’t really believe this is permanent.”
Andrew was right. Even with the leap of trust she had shown them after they had told her they wanted to adopt her if she would have them, Neil knew she didn’t trust that this was real and permanent and safe. She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop back then, he had seen it written all over her face, and it was going to take a lot for them to convince her that drop wasn’t still coming.