Neil: *clenches fist* fight me
Andrew, standing behind Neil, softly shaking his head, knife ready in his hand: *mouthes* do not
Tag: andreil
My skills include crying obsessively over shows and films months after the last piece of canon
hey so i know you do head canons and i was wondering if you’d write an andreil one about them adopting a kid thanks
i have this issue where i start headcanons and they end up being fics so enjoy
- Okay so Neil and Andrew are on the
same professional Exy team- They live in like the small urban
part of Missouri or something, and they have a lot of free time because it’s
the off season- So Andrew goes to the library every
afternoon like clockwork
- He’s studying up on law and
entertaining the idea of going to law school after they retire- Neil tags along sometimes and loves browsing the crime/mystery section
- The library workers recognize them as
the famous exy-playing assholes, but they’re all older women who have nothing
better to do than gossip behind the desk- Mary, the senior librarian, runs the
children’s programs during the summer and makes sure to invite all the kids
from the nearby elementary school- It’s raining pretty hard outside when
Neil and Andrew stumble in one afternoon during Mary’s dramatic reading of The
Fox and the Hound- Andrew saunters off upstairs while
Neil heads to the bathroom so he can wring out their wet raincoats
- (Nicky got them matching raincoats
for Christmas that year, insisting that he needed to “keep up the theme”)- (Andrew refuses to wear the matching
red rain boots)- Neil hears muffled crying from one of
the stalls, interrupted every now and then by a small hiccup- He knocks hesitantly on the stall
door- “I’m in here!” the kid shouts
- “Everything okay?”
- “Uh.. yeah,” he sniffles, “I think”
“When we are wounded it’s as if something is stolen from us. We adapt and accept a particular truth that sets us up to behave a certain way in the future when we are faced with a situation that reminds us of the past. What we know about ourselves becomes influenced by our perception of these events. We associate and project the qualities of those who hurt us onto others unfairly. Every situation may appear similar, but people are not. Look at the people that love you and not the reminder of ghosts.”
FALSE PERCEPTION;
Happy new year guys!! i hope you’re all well, and that you had a good time with your loved ones. If you didn’t, it’s okay, you’ll get through this year, i’m sure. You’re not alone, there’s a lot of people that love you uncondicionally.
Give your best! 💪💖
AU where Neil is a vampire and Andrew figures it out but doesn’t actually have any proof because everything Neil does it just typical college student behavior
Andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil’s mouth.
my heartbeat is hesitation (but it’s just you and me)
There’s no such thing as perfect compatibility when it comes to sex. Andrew figures Neil is probably the best he’s ever going to get.
the long-awaited andreil first time fic :))) (nsfw)
“I want to fuck you,” Andrew says.
Neil’s hand jerks so hard he draws a crooked line across his notes. They’ve been sitting in companionable silence for at least an hour, and he doesn’t think he can be blamed for not being able to come up with an answer when he’s halfway through an equation.
After a moment of ringing silence, Andrew’s face twists the closest it really gets to a sneer. He drawls, “What, you didn’t expect me to want that?”
Neil looks between his notes and Andrew several times, pointedly. It’s 3 AM and he has his last and most difficult final tomorrow morning. “If you were hoping for a more enthusiastic response, you could have tried asking at literally any other time.”
Andrew goes one of two ways – he instigates something new when they’re already having sex, or he brings it up verbally in the least sexual situation possible. For example, he may have blown Neil that first time without discussion, but he brought up fingering on the drive to a game. With Nicky, Aaron and Kevin in the car. The only saving grace had been that he said it in Russian, but Neil had still almost choked to death.
And Neil gets it, really. He knows Andrew saves the latter option for things he wants Neil to consider carefully, that might be complex for both or either of him. It’s not that Neil isn’t grateful – he just thinks it’s a little ridiculous to imply that he gets so sex-stupid he’ll say yes to anything after all this time.
Andrew is still watching him, lip curling a little. Neil leans back in his seat and looks back at his notes. “Fine.”
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Skilled by wildfrancium (T | Incomplete | 5/?)
Neil has a talent for deactivating sensors that tell doctors when a patient takes their medication. Andrew, a famous Exy player, has a sensor that needs deactivating.
A Brief History Of Andrew’s Protective Streak
Andrew learned to do stick-and-poke tattoos during juvie.
Nothing fancy; he had always been good at sketching, so his line art was crisp, and he could do shading easily enough by filling in the design with less passes of ink. It was amazing how much cooler a pubescent teen thought he looked with a dragon jabbed under his skin in blue ballpoint ink, instead of just doodled on top. That was, in fact, one of the top requests. Andrew considered it distastefully ironic – Dragon, Draco, Drake.
He was amused by the idea of stabbing “Drake” hundreds of times in black and blue. But why would anyone want that permanently etched into their body? Andrew had given himself enough marks to remind himself of the opposite: that Drake was temporary, that he could be outlasted. Andrew’s marks were carved as a distraction, dulling one kind of pain by making a fresher, sharper, controlled version. They were for endurance, not aesthetic. He covered his marks with black armbands, not filled them with ink. They were necessary but nothing to be proud of.
Andrew had no urge to give himself a tattoo. But the favors he garnered in trade for his skill were invaluable.
Shadow In The Light 