#andreil fics

-still unwell

-still have no hearing in one of my ears and very little in the other

-being sent to school even though i’m dying

-no sleep

-wanting andreil fics

-can’t breathe

-everything is a chore

-eating is 100 times worse now that i can’t breathe

andreil // chapter 1/1 // 3.2k // post-canon // healing and fluff and smut

Andrew pinches Neil's chin between his finger and thumb, heat blooming under his skin. “You did make it.” Neil's gaze drops as he sucks in a breath. “Look at me–” Andrew jerks his face, and Neil's blue eyes find his again. “You did make it. And that's everything.”

Neil stills.

Breath steady.

His mouth curls on one side, splitting into a small grin.

“So sentimental.”

“Shut up."

he kinda end up letting kevin deal with his shit by himself.

except he IS helping.

renee and bee are also there.

There's something about you and I don't know what. 

Neil had never had neither the time nor the energy for music. He'd recognize extremely popular songs that he and his mom would hear on the radio whenever they got into a car and needed to pretend to be normal. The same pop songs sometimes were also played in malls or supermarkets but Neil had never had a head for lyrics and he didn't find that kind of music very enjoyable anyway. 

Andrew knew this. Neil would share small details about his life on the run and every piece would click into place in Andrew's mind, forming a large picture of those tragic chapters in Neil's life. 

Neil's life was still tragic, but at least he didn't have to use all his mental energy in trying to stay alive. 

Which is why Andrew introduced him to music. Basically all music as Neil hadn't known of the existence of anything but generic, chewed out, sparkly pop, and despite not considering himself a connoisseur, Andrew at least had more taste than that. 

Andrew gave Neil an old mp3 player for him to take on his runs, filled with Andrew's favorite songs. 

Unfortunately, Nicky took it upon himself to 'update' Neil's mp3 with something that wasn't 'played by a dead guy or someone who wished he was dead' which Andrew thought was unfair because he didn't see how could purely electronic music could sound like death. Still, he wasn’t about to fight Nicky over such nonsense.

But Neil didn't seem to mind, he let Nicky put anything in there as long as he didn't bother Neil with stories about the personal lives of the musicians or their celebrity partners. 

So it wasn't unusual to hear Neil mumble a song under his breath every once in a while. 

I can't keep straight when I look into your eyes. 

Neil made himself a pre-workout shake in the kitchen while Andrew drank coffee in the living room. 

"You know how to play it right, yeah you took me by surprise…" 

Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo) - an AFTG fic

Andrew’s version of events was grumbling at being woken, his idiot’s soft laugh, a kiss to his temple, falling back to sleep. It was Kevin’s alarm going off before Neil got back. It was making breakfast with still no sign of him. It was listening to Kevin complain about being late to the gym. It was the sound of the dial tone again and again as Neil didn’t answer even though he never went running without his phone these days. It was seeing blood on the sidewalk just a few yards from the Maserati. It was feeling the earth ripped out from under foot.

A year post-canon, when they thought they were safe, Neil goes missing for 8 days.

Read on AO3.

Day 8.

Andrew and Aaron are at odds again, Kevin wants to stretch his spine a little and Neil threatens to kill people.

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Rating T+, No Warnings Apply. Chapters 8/9

Tags: post-canon, past abuse, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, canon typical violence, angst.

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Kevin Day, Nicky Hemmick, Aaron Minyard, Matt Boyd, Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Renee Walker (All For The Game), David Wymack, Betsy Dobson, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Smut, Exy (but like barely referenced), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Gardens & Gardening, Complicated Relationships, building relationships, POV Andrew Minyard, Andrew Minyard Has Feelings, No Beta, Aka all mistakes are mine, Miscommunication, How did I miss this one??? Summary:

It’s a community service event at some garden. Some publicity stunt the board wants them to do for good exposure – improving upon the team’s image, Andrew thinks, especially after the events of last year. While the rest of the team reluctantly goes through the motions, no one can top Andrew in his apathy towards it. But when Neil begins to show interest in a certain pet project, Andrew finds himself reacting in ways he never predicted possible.

It’s not in the way Neil looks at Andrew with his blue, blue, so extremely fucking blue eyes sporting pupils blown wide that makes Andrew’s stomach pang with something he couldn’t quite place.

It’s not the fact that Neil has these beautiful, slender piano player hands that thread through Andrew’s hair and tug just hard enough not to hurt but to still pull low groans from Andrew’s throat in a way that no one had ever done before that made Andrew wish he was better at articulating his feelings.

Andrew promised himself that watching Neil slink around the kitchen of the Colombia house in the morning after a rare night where they had the house to themselves in nothing but a foxes hoodie with his number plastered on the back Andrew knew wasn’t issued to the team and had to be bought from a merch stand had nothing to do with the tight curl of what could be called contentment pooling in his stomach.

In all the ways Andrew Minyard values honesty it seems he can’t be honest with himself. Bee tells him as much, a little more carefully worded and wound into something he could digest right in a very slow way, words he would have to let sit with him. Andrew couldn’t find the words to respond. He was getting better at speaking up about things he liked, better than he was months ago as Neil nipped at his throat and ran his warm hands over Andrew’s shoulders and Andrew had liked it so much he made Neil stop. Andrew also knew Bee was right in the way Andrew knew he loved Neil, never to be acknowledged.

The lying continued as he told himself he didn’t enjoy waking up next to Neil and realizing he slept peacefully after months of working up to sleeping in the same bed with Andrew’s arm stretched over Neil. Andrew told himself he hated the way the sunlight seemed to set the halo of hair spilled across Neil’s pillow on fire and cast shadows across his face due to the dark, thick eyelashes and sharp angles of Neil’s unreasonably pretty face.

In the way all things do, the lying stopped gradually. Bee had called each step towards admitting Neil was part of what kept his world in orbit with the way Neil checked up on how Andrew was feeling mentally, as well as physically in a way he was only ever asked by Wymack, Kevin, Abby or Bee. Kevin used only ask because he wanted to know if Andrew could play but like the way Andrew stopped lying about how he felt about Neil to himself, Kevin gradually started asking how Andrew was because he cared for more than exy or Andrew’s game. Neil wasn’t Andrew’s answer but he sure as hell made it easier to find one.

The first time Andrew admitted how he felt to Neil was when he told him that he liked the way Neil looked, liked the way he spoke, and liked the way he stopped when Andrew asked and Neil looked surprised, looked almost scared. It made Andrew wonder if Neil was unaware of how disgustingly beautiful he was. He has asked Andrew if he was okay, like he was worried was going to blow away into the wind or off the top of the fox tower. Andrew then realized that Neil might have taken the compliments as his own version of ‘you were amazing.’

The second time was after Neil had blown him in the shower of the Colombia house and as the water ran down Neil’s body and droplets dripped down off of his chin as he angled his face up into the spray and the words ‘Well, that wasn’t nothing,’ slipped from Neil’s mouth like how he might in the cramped combined bath and shower if he wasn’t careful and Andrew had in turn, responded with the fact that no, that wasn’t nothing. If his usual apathetic drawl was tinged with arousal and something neither could quite place no one mentioned it.

The third time was when Andrew realized he would rather be at the Colombia house with Neil instead of the Eden’s surrounded by thumping bass of the club music and had decidedly told Neil as much, Neil had tentatively asked if he could sit in Andrew’s lap as Andrew licked into Neil’s mouth and kissed the life out of him in the sticky table booth of their regular spot at Eden’s.

The fourth time is after a long, hard game against the Trojans that left both teams sore and exhausted. The foxes came away with a win and a serious need for ice baths and to roll out their muscles. Andrew watched as Neil giggled about Matt’s incredulous expression as he watched Andrew sink into the ice bath the whole team was having to be subjected to as sports medicine majors milled about making sure the team had water and whatever fancy donated sponsor roll out tools they needed. The truth was that the freezing, constantly circulating water stung like a bitch but later that night as both men curled into bed together Andrew whispered that he liked when Neil giggled into the space between them.