#theme:andreil

ngl this one stumped me for a hot second but i knew i had the author’s name buried somewhere in my head, i’ve finally found what you’re looking for! -maz

for sure! -halley

Anonymous said: Hey! Looking for a fic that i remember really random details of i.e neil is having some sort of mental breakdown/panic and makes like 13 lasagnas?? (i think the foxes are on vacation together) and like they find a gym and neil overexerts on the treadmill and matt has to stop him?

 that’s what this is - Beth

hold me close, in fact bury me by djhedy (M | 46,809 | 16/16)

this one is the newest! -Halley

don't put me in no box by jemejem (M | 5,945 | 1/1)

here you go! -Halley

How to Lose an Enemy in Ten Steps by gluupor (G | 10,025 | 1/1)

thanks pal, everyone go read this, ewe won’t regret it ;) -Remy

Lately I been, I been losing sleep by jojen_hewitt, Lover_of_Fairy_Tails (G | 22,950 | 1/1)

Neil Josten has been relocated to a small town after a life on the run and months spent testifying against his father's gang. Late one night he shows up at strangers door seeking help, and Andrew Minyard really can't turn away the man with the striking blue eyes no matter how ridiculously late it is. He will find a way to make him repay him though.

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take a slice of this pie -Remy

Next to You by KatherineF (T | 10,101 | 1/1)

Neil Josten works as a math professor and lives a comfortable life in a neighborhood that happens to house all of his closest friends. He meets Andrew Minyard, the owner of the quaint bookstore down the street, at a barbeque and makes the mistake of agreeing to go to his book club.

for you? of course, please enjoy -Remy

flour petals, sugar stitches by ephemeralsky (T | 11,309 | 1/1)

“Thanks for coming with me,” she says, keeping her eyes trained in front of her.

“It is not like I had a choice in the matter,” Andrew says, blowing out a stream of smoke through his mouth.

Renee’s lips curl into a smile. “Maybe you’ll win our next sparring match and I’ll finally have to buy you ten cartons of Haagen-Dazs.”

“It cannot be worse than tagging along to a bridal boutique.”

“Maybe,” Renee allows, humor in her voice. “But what kind of man of honor would you be if you didn’t come with me to choose a dress?”