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4 + kandreil for the ask game ? hope you’re doing well <33
you could not have chosen better tysm
4. Shut-Up Kiss
Andrew berates Neil endlessly for running his mouth, but Neil has never known anyone to rant as pointlessly and frequently as Kevin. Sometimes it's almost charming; Kevin's love for history sends him on tangents of fascination every now and again, especially with a drink or two loosening his tongue, and his genuine respect and fanboy adoration for the Trojans—and Jeremy Knox—is almost sweet. Sometimes it's concerning; Kevin's breathing turns ragged and his eyes grow foggy when his mind returns to the Nest, and sometimes, now, commentary will come with it, the knowledge that Riko can't touch him anymore allowing Kevin to tell some of the stories that have refused to die with Riko, at least when Andrew and Neil are the only ones around to hear it.
Other times, it's annoying as shit. In these instances, Neil cannot help thinking Kevin's tattoo is glaringly accurate.
Kevin is nothing if not a drama queen.
"You have been doing this drill for two years," Kevin rants now, eyes full of thundery frustration as he looks down at Neil. "You should have long perfected it, even without the addition of your captaincy, and soon I will not be here to pick up your slack. I do not understand how you expect to–"
The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that it's annoying as shit, but the angrier Neil is at Kevin these days the more he wants him. Neil doesn't—will never—find Kevin's scoldings endearing or amusing or anything of the sort, too short of temper as he is, but he has always found a pull in response to Kevin's fire because of how terribly it matches his own.
The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that Neil can still fantasise about punching him while kissing him instead.
Kevin makes a noise against Neil's mouth, indignant and pissed off and wanting, and the fire in Neil's veins stokes higher, burns hotter. He curls a hand around Kevin's neck and draws him down, down, satisfied only when Kevin's arms fall to his waist and pull him up in response.
They only startle apart when a ball thwacks the floor a few inches from their feet, both breathing hard. Neil feels a savage smile curl his lips at the sight of Kevin's hooded eyes, his lips parted and silent.
Then he looks over at Andrew, who appears as bored as ever to anyone who knows him less, but to Neil is amused and annoyed and interested all at once, if only for how his gaze bores into them. He raises an eyebrow at Neil, and Neil is shrugging before he has even consciously decoded the expression, agreeing yes, alright, I'm stealing your moves now.
"Thanks for the show," Andrew says, dryly, and Kevin makes another wordless noise somewhere between dismissive and craving. "Are you done yet?"
To give credit where credit is due, in the past few months of embedding himself more deeply in them than ever before, Kevin had found the remainder of his spine and has been learning to recover himself remarkably quickly. He presses his palm to the dip of Neil's spine and meets Andrew's eyes to return, "Eager to get back to the dorms?"
Andrew flicks his gaze over to Neil, and Neil obliges; Andrew is not quite close enough, but Neil is more than happy to kiss Kevin quiet again.
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#this one was fun#there was no question of what the situation would be here#i knew how to do this one instantly#kandreil#aftg#tfc#kevneil#andreil#kandrew#i have a soft spot for kevneil can you tell#prompts#drabble#ty for the ask and i hope you are well too!!
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Day 5 - TFC
Drabble for @hermitadaymay.
TFC was a very special hermit.
Legends speak of his dwarven stubbornness and stonecunning, voice like an angel and bright laugh that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at any moment, and familiarity with caverns so deep it was as though he had been born there. Diamonds fell into his grasp as if summoned from nothing, and though everyone knew him, no one knew his story, except that he was the most human of them all.
And so, we mine. 32 torches, every five blocks. When they're done, turn and start again. We keep the mine, the memory alive.
#my fic#drabble#hermitadaymay#tinfoilchef#tfc#I should Not be rereading this one at 9 in the morning when I haven't had food yet#it's fine. I'm fine. We're all fine
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i want to get back into posting more about tfc, so i think i'll put myself at the mercy of writeblr.
here is the tfc masterpost, if you're not familiar with me and my gay witches
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Drabble! Joe tending to the Spawn Garden and a Mystery Hermit™️ comes along! (Hermit of your choice)
The garden was useful on the first day. The Hermits spawned where it would soon lay, and they laughed as it was constructed. Others passed by in boats, poking fun at the farmers. They smiled and waved back. By that nightfall, carrots and potatoes and wheat were abundant. Within the next week the small farm was overflowing. But as the days went on, the Hermits built their own farms. They had crops at their fingertips; why go all the way to spawn when one could bonemeal the crop at their feet? Slowly but surely the garden that had been built with such care was abandoned, and the crops stood unpicked. That is, save for Joe Hills. He went around once a week, picked the crops - always full, every root and grain fully grown - tucked the food and excess seeds in a chest or barrel, and replanted. It was there since the early days, much like Joe himself, and he wouldn’t stand to let it be forgotten. Hermits moved on, Joe knew and understood, as did he. But one must tend to the past to preserve and remember it, and Joe was a historian at heart.
He wiped his brow and sat under the small starter canopy, also built in the early days. He sighed and closed his eyes. It was nice to get a break from the pinball machine, as grand and exciting as the project was. The sun was warm, not hot. The breeze was cool and light. The perfect day and time for a rest.
The nothingness in front of Joe’s closed eyes grew darker. “Excuse me kind Hermit,” he said, not opening them, “but I have to say you’re in my light a bit.”
The Hermit laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m just passing through.” They sighed. “You guys sure do a lot around here, huh. I could never. Well, at least not as good as the rest of you.”
Joe smiled softly. “Beauty takes time,” he said. “And practice too. And we all have our purpose too, as you know.”
They chuckled again. “Yeah, but my crap is always ugly as sin. All stoney and not very elegant. But,” they added after a moment, “I suppose I’m proud of it. Just as I’m proud of you guys for building all this wonderful organic redstone-y stuff. I just don’t know how I ended up with all you amazing guys.”
“Well because you’re amazing too!” Joe said, eyes still closed. “You do a lot for us, even if folks don’t often see it.”
The Hermit sighed. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” They both paused. The silence was welcoming, the kind between old friends. “Welp,” the Hermit said eventually, “I’d better head home now.”
Joe waved. “Goodbye TFC.”
He could tell Chef had smiled back. “Goodbye Joe.”
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call me baby
It slips out somewhere between a drag of teeth over the soft skin of Neil’s inner thigh and a soft press of wet lips to the inside of his knee.
Baby.
He’s not entirely sure if Andrew has heard him until he goes completely still from where he’s positioned between Neil’s thighs. Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours go by. Andrew props himself up on an elbow and raises an unimpressed eyebrow. The only thing Neil can process beyond the racing of his own pulse and the rush of blood going anywhere but his brain is Andrew’s lips: red, swollen, and slick with saliva and a hint of precome.
“Andrew I-“
“Stop talking.” Andrew punctuates whatever he’s thinking with a sharp bite to Neil’s thigh, soothing it with his tongue. It draws a pathetic whine from the man spread out above him. Normally hot and rough, Andrew’s hands are painfully gentle where his fingertips stroke up and down Neil’s calf, coaxing another whine when he pauses in the crook of his knee. Neil squirms on the mattress, his back arching. He’s still painfully hard and feels like he might actually pass out when Andrew takes him back in his mouth, flattening his tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. He uses the leverage of Neils bent knees to pull him further down the mattress and finds the angle that allows him to take Neil’s cock all the way to the back of his throat, swallowing around the head.
“Oh..” Neil breathes, barely a whisper above the wet sound of Andrew’s lips around him. His fingers ache where they’re digging into the wood of the headboard. Their headboard. And Neil isn’t sure when the bedroom in Columbia became equal parts Neil and Andrew or when a four letter word started swelling in Neil’s chest between hard presses of Andrew’s lips and drags from the same cigarette. That feeling, that word, is blooming in Neil’s chest now with every pull of Andrew’s mouth and the way the moonlight is casting shadows on the sharp angle of his cheekbones.
“Fuck Andrew. I need..fuck.” Andrew’s hands are rough again, holding him firm to the mattress. When he pulls off, he rubs his stubble against Neil’s thigh and sucks a bruise into the juncture where his hip and thigh meet. Neil jumps at the mix of pain and pleasure and lets out a low moan when Andrew soothes the skin with a slow drag of his tongue.
“Tell me what you need baby.” If they hadn’t been doing this for over two years, Neil might miss the look in Andrew’s eyes, the way his pupils swallow his irises.
“Oh” Neil breathes.
“Dont look at me like that.” Andrew murmurs against Neil’s stomach, littered with memories old and new, scars and marks in the shape of Andrew’s teeth.
“Like what?”
“Dont ask stupid questions.” Neil’s eyes are soft and his lips are chapped, a combination of him biting down and Andrew’s unrelenting kisses. There’s sweat on his forehead and his hair is just an inch shy from falling into his eyes. Andrew can feel his pulse jumping from where his fingers wrap loosely around Neil’s wrist, his thumb rubbing right over his pulse point. There’s a word on his tongue, a tight feeling in his chest that has been lingering lately where it doesn’t belong. It leaves a strange taste in his mouth and makes him want to throw Neil off the roof of Fox Tower.
Tomorrow they will be back on campus, in the suite they share with Nicky and Kevin. Soon enough, their days will be filled with practice and class and their nights filled with extra drills. They will go back to kisses stolen between classes and blowjobs exchanged in the shower. It’s still new, Neil getting Andrew off. It’s happened enough times where Neil doesn’t worry about accidentally using his teeth and Andrew doesn’t go rigid afterwards, doesn’t withdraw from Neil the way he once did. Neil is still learning the map of Andrews body with his hands and tongue, still memorizing the planes of Andrew’s chest and the pulse of his thighs right before he goes over the edge.
Neil is patient, never asks for more than Andrew is willing to give. Like now, Neil has a hand pinned to the mattress and his other hand never wanders below Andrew’s shoulders. They’ve come a long way, complete with false starts. Tomorrow they will be back on campus but tonight belongs to them and Neil won’t admit that he’s terrified. Terrified of failing his team, failing Kevin, failing himself, and failing Andrew. He won’t admit that being captain feels like a death sentence. Won’t admit that he feels the itch in his bones to run. Andrew’s weight above him, his warmth, is the only thing grounding him. He feels lips on his neck, feels the scrape of Andrew’s teeth.
“Stop thinking.” Andrew mumbles against his skin. He bites down for good measure, sucking a mark into the line of Neil’s neck, just high enough to peek out above the collar of Neil’s shirt. When he draws back to check his work, Neil catches the side of his jaw and pulls his bottom lip between his own.
“Make me.” He says between breaths. And just like that, the night is set off again, his thoughts left for the morning.
#andreil#andreil fic#tfc drabbles#tfc fic#i love my sons#all for the game#foxhole court#neil josten#andrew minyard#aftg#this was originally part of a 5 plus 1 fic that I gave up lmaoooo
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Please do write more beefy Andrew stuff, it's been a while since I've seen some :(
I have been WAITING dear anon I'm so glad you sent this!
I decided to call this one "My mood matched the weather until I saw you doing fucking pull-ups in the doorway what the hell". Enjoy!
Guess what you can even read this on AO3 if you want!
Apparently severe thunderstorms means canceling exy practice, or so it had been explained to Neil.
“Kevin’s still going!” he had tried to complain early that morning, glad to see an email that classes had also been canceled, but not happy that he was currently stuck in the dorm room.
“Kevin can breathe through his nose,” Andrew had argued while offering a mug of tea. Neil had taken it, but he wasn’t happy about it, even if it didn’t taste that bad when he took a sip.
“You’d let Kevin go if he couldn’t breathe,” he pointed out.
Andrew had pointedly said nothing and left the room, leaving Neil alone on the bottom bunk under a pile of blankets to help his chills. He didn’t like being sick: it used to be a hindrance when living with his mother, always worried he wouldn’t be able to run well with congestion or that a stray cough would give away a position. Mary had quickly instilled in him the ‘ignore it until you can’t’ way of treating a cold, and it had worked just fine for him until now. ‘Now’ being waking up on a rainy day unable to breathe through his nose and Andrew immediately noticing.
Seriously, all he had was some congestion and a few chills. He was actually fine.
“I can hear you thinking that you’re fine,” Andrew said as he walked back into the room.
Neil hoped that the convenient strike of lighting made his glare look menacing, but Andrew barely blinked when he saw it, so it would seem that he wouldn’t be allowed out of bed anytime soon. The annoying thing about the congestion was that it was just enough that Neil couldn’t concentrate well on doing homework, so he’d given up on calculus until he could breathe normally again and burrowed under the blankets.
“I am,” Neil argued, dropping his head back down on his pillow and sniffing.
Andrew didn’t say anything, so Neil decided he won that argument, and shifted more towards the wall as Andrew started to climb onto the bunk. He leaned against the headboard and put a binder in his lap, which made Neil realize he was actually doing homework while Neil was stuck unable to concentrate or breathe well and annoyed about it. He pulled the blankets closer to his body to fight some chills and laid his head back down on his pillow, right next to Andrew’s thigh.
“It’ll clear up in an hour,” Neil grumbled. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Hm,” Andrew hummed once, seeming unconcerned. After a second, he moved his free hand away from his homework and began to gently push his fingers through Neil’s hair, which was probably gross because Neil was pretty sure he had a fever if the chills were anything to go by, but Andrew didn’t look up or stop and it felt nice. Too nice. Neil could feel his eyelids drooping more with each passing second.
This is cheating, he thought angrily.
“If you can breathe without coughing or sniffing, I’ll drive you to the court and practice with you,” Andrew said.
“Deal?” Neil asked, suddenly feeling more awake.
“Yes.”
Neil made an attempt, but was barely able to fill his lungs before he had to sit up to cough. Andrew grabbed the box of tissues and held it out to him before leaning back against the bed in a far too satisfied way. It just pissed Neil off more, but he couldn’t do anything except lay back down and start to drift off again when Andrew’s hand went back to his hair.
Eventually he ended up falling asleep, because when Neil woke up again Andrew wasn’t in bed with him and the storm seemed to be louder, somehow. At one point he’d kicked some of the blankets away, now feeling way too hot and sweaty to be comfortable. Slowly, Neil lifted his head and looked around the dorm room, blinking a few times before finally feeling wide awake when he noticed some movement in the doorway. When his eyes finally registered what he was looking at, Neil realized that Andrew was doing pull-ups on the pull-up bar secured there, back facing the dorm room.
It was an interesting sight, to say the least.
Andrew had taken off his hoodie at some point, now in just a black tank-top and shorts. He’d also taken off his arm bands, which meant the dorm had to be empty, and there was just enough sweat on his flushed skin to tell Neil he’d obviously been doing these for a while. Probably because Neil had been asleep and pull-ups weren’t hard for him to do quietly. Andrew barely made any noise as he pulled his body upwards, arms curling to bring his head to the top of the doorframe and then down again, over and over, in easy repetition.
Neil had a ‘bad habit’ of staring at Andrew when he worked out. He couldn’t quite remember if he’d ever seen Andrew do pull-ups before, but he knew he could watch for hours if Andrew could keep doing them. Andrew liked to be strong, which showed in how he took care of his body. He had well sculpted biceps and broad shoulders, easily capable of lifting weight, including his own. Gym days were always ones to look forward to.
Neil was too busy staring at the way the muscles in Andrew’s shoulders moved every time he pulled his body upwards to count how many reps he did before dropping to the floor with a soft thump and taking a deep breath. He raised one arm and rolled his shoulder backwards, stretching for a second before hopping back up and doing a few more reps. Neil didn’t dare move, not wanting to draw attention to himself and break Andrew’s concentration or startle him.
Very suddenly, tingling spread throughout his nose and he sneezed.
Andrew dropped again and turned around quickly. He didn’t seem tired at all from his short workout or bothered by the interruption, walking to where the tissue box was and holding one out for Neil to take. “What are your symptoms?” he asked.
“Congestion,” Neil reported after blowing his nose. “Hot. Throat’s a little sore.”
The tissue box was left on the bed as Andrew walked out the door, coming back a moment later with a large bottle of water. He stood by the bed until Neil drank most of it, laying his head back down and sniffing again. He wanted to take a shower, but he also really didn’t want to move. Maybe if Andrew started doing pull-ups again, thus blocking the doorway, Neil would have to stay put and have nothing better to do than to watch again.
“Were you working out?” he asked.
“Nothing else to do,” Andrew said as more thunder boomed outside.
“Pull-ups?”
“Strength,” Andrew explained, half turning towards the doorway again. “Want a turn?”
“Ha,” Neil huffed humorlessly, kicking away more sheets. “I think I’ll just watch.”
Andrew rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. “Go shower,” he ordered, jumping up just slightly to grab the bar again.
Neil couldn’t focus for a moment as he watched Andrew start to move again. “I would,” he said once he finally got his feverish mind working, “but someone is blocking the doorway.”
“You know how to duck.”
~*~
Three days later, Neil came back from class and found Andrew sitting on the desk next to the window and smoking. He came to a stop right in front of the desk and pointedly took a deep breath, smirking to himself when Andrew raised an eyebrow.
“I can breathe without coughing or sniffing,” he declared.
“Congratulations,” Andrew mumbled around his cigarette, tone bored.
“We have a deal,” Neil reminded him.
Andrew’s eyes flashed as he clearly remembered said deal. Neil hadn’t asked about what restrictions there were to it for a situation exactly like this, because Andrew doesn’t back out of his deals, which was exactly what Neil wanted.
“It’s a rest day,” Andrew tried.
“Just means nobody else will be on the court,” Neil said, raising his keys. “And today is Kevin’s late day. Just you and me.”
Andrew reached up to hold his cigarette. Neil easily snatched it and decided to take his own drag from it. He knew he won when he saw Andrew’s eyes flash again, quickly untangling his legs to get off the desk, walking towards the door. “Fine, if you want to get your ass beat so badly.”
“Counting on it,” Neil teased, rushing after him.
#aftg#aftg fanfic#tfc#tfc fanfic#all for the game#all for the game fanfic#andreil#andreil fanfic#beefy andrew supremacy#i'm literally going to write a drabble series#don't tempt me#beefy andrew rights#jinger's works
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I have a vivid idea for a fan fic, plus an au if Bombshell was in the TF2 comics.
Her story would definitely end with a bang, literally.
In my headcanon Bombshell and the Team Fortress Classic Spy are the Team Fortress 2 Spy's parents. TFC Spy didn't exactly abandon his family, but he was overseas a lot of the time working as a mercenary while he left Bombshell alone to raise their son. She never really fell in love with anyone else or decided that she would be faithful to the man she loved... But he never really came back and she assumed he died.
But during Comic #6, The Naked And The Dead, Bombshell encounters him... Nearly 40 years after her left her and Spy.
Needless to say she went on a rampage and the two engaged in a brawl, punching and beating the shit out of each other to win for their respective teams... Until they realize what they're doing and sit in a moment of silence and solitude, talking about what had happened, and about their son and relationship...
Until Marissa stabs the man she lets slip into a mercenary role as she was left alone. She stands there beside him for a moment, watching him writhing before he lets a last "$&#@ you!" Out at her and she slowly limps back to join her team.
And as opposed to TFC Spy dying after being punched by Soldier, he dies at the hands of his lover after leaving her broken hearted.
(I need to write this, but I don't have my chromebook. This is really dark but fuck I love it. I don't know what to call it, so I'm going with some lyrics from Take Me To Church by Hozier)
The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.
#team fortress 2#tf2 oc#tf2#tf2 bombshell#tfc spy#this is just some drabble i wanted help#i need to make this a fanfic#tf2 10th class
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10 (maybe 82 as well?) with Andrew and Nicky, please.
this is a lot longer than a drabble (and i changed both slightly), but thank you anon! here you go:
10. You may be a grown-up, but you’re still my baby
82. Stop worrying so much
Andrew was hiding in the bathroom. The bathroom locked away from the bustle of reporters and people that probably wanted his lookalike dead. This trial would be the death of him, anyway.
While Aaron hadn't exactly disclosed that fact to him, he felt the same and presumed it safe enough to make that assumption. Everyone out there was making even worse ones, so how bad could his be?
A loud knock nearly startled him, his gaze flicking to the door in doubt of the lock’s integrity. “Andrew, it’s me,” Nicky’s voice called. He debated for a short moment before turning the lock.
Standing between the frame and the door, he flatly asked, “Can I help you?” Nicky pushed his palm flat against the door, but Andrew didn’t move. He could piss or have a panic attack somewhere else.
“Can I help you?” he asked back. He was damn lucky one of the swarming reporters spotted them from down the hall.
Once locked inside again, Nicky, for once in his life, didn’t say anything. He watched Andrew cross and uncross his arms, taking two steps one way and two steps back, then push his hair back with one hand. “Spit it out before I feed you to the sharks.”
“You’re nervous--”
“I don’t get nervous,” he shot back, reaching his hand toward the lock. Nicky threw his hands up in a surrender.
He only sighed and dug his fingers into his eyes. “Yes, you do. You’re pacing and fidgeting and nit-picking your appearance. It’s the same thing you did on your first day at Palmetto, and the same thing you did after the riot. For three hours, mind you.”
Andrew did not do any of those things. He was bored. Bored of the accusations, the tension, and the memories that were practically jammed up his nose every time he entered a room. Besides, he wasn’t nervous, and even if he was he knew not to give it away. He wasn’t allowed to be nervous. It’s not like he was the one up against the jury.
“I don’t get nervous,” he repeated, because maybe Nicky ignored it.
Nicky, unfortunately, wasn’t as stupid as Andrew wished he was. “Are you telling me or yourself?”
“Get out.”
“Wait,” he said, pausing just long enough to see Andrew’s hand stop on the handle. “You’re allowed to be nervous.” Andrew half-opened his mouth, about to protest before Nicky read his train of thought too well. “Yes, I know it’s not you on trial for murder, but it’s your brother. Your twin. And I know I’m not Bee, and I know I’m not Neil, and I know you’re a grown-up, but dammit, Andrew, you’re still my kid.”
Oh.
“I may not know you as well as they do, but I still know you. I watched you struggle through English class, and I watched you ace your drivers test. I watched you come home with a black eye when some prick called Aaron a nerd. I’m not stupid.”
Andrew wished he was. He didn’t need Nicky’s reassurance, and want was irrelevant in a circumstance so dire. This was the rest of Aaron’s life, not his. Even if it meant they’d be down a player in Mario Kart. Even if it meant his Christmases to come might be quieter than normal, and his birthday would no longer be shared. It didn’t matter how he felt, or what he wanted.
But maybe, for the time being, he could pretend what Nicky said was true. If Nicky really believed that, then maybe they could be crazy together. Maybe he wasn’t actually all that wrong.
“I don’t need your pep talk,” he finally decided on.
“I know,” he replied. “I thought it might help anyway.”
Andrew sighed silently, listening for any noise outside the door as he turned the lock again. “Worry about yourself.”
Nicky saw it as the thank you it was. “I’ll try. Besides,” he smiled, “Neil just got here and he’s wearing a suit. I know it made me feel better, I’m sure it will for you, too.”
“Don’t push your fucking luck,” he said, nudging the door open and away from the laugh echoing at his back.
#i only believe in fanon nicky#aftg#all for the game#andrew minyard#nicky hemmick#aaron minyard#neil josten#tfc#the foxhole court#twinyard bonding#drabble#jensen answers things
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April 7th.
For most, the date would have no meaning. But Val was hired this day, so long ago. 1930. Young, dark haired, and bright eyed. He met the eight other mercenaries that would become his greatest friends for thirty four years.
There were lows, of course. He wanted to strangle each of them more than once. But that was simply the life of a Medic.
He missed them. So, he did what he normally did when he couldn’t find the vocal ability to express his sadness.
He wrote.
Friends,
I don’t know how long it’s been since that day. You know the one. If you don’t... you’re screwing with me - again. I wish you were here with me, you know. No matter how much I complained at you.
I have a granddaughter now. Her name is Victoria, and she’s so bright, even for just three years old. I adopted that crazy Medic you took on - I wonder if you’re looking down wanting to smack me for that.
Life has been too quiet without you all. I never thought that would be possible. I do hope we’ll meet again someday. I’ll be looking forward to yelling at you all again.
Il tuo amico e medico,
Valerio A. Nieri
#( tfc anniversary. )#( main verse. )#( Let Me Heal You ): IC#( drabble. )#( Are Queue Seeing This? ): Queue#(( happy 23rd tfc!! ))
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Drabble #30 for @hermitadaymay - TFC
TFC whistled his way to the shopping district - conveniently located outside his vault. Somehow, there was even more crammed in than last time he'd been aboveground. Hopefully the shops were stocked. And the leftover traps disabled.
But, everything went smoothly - and he noted that he seemed to have a lot of diamonds left over. He laughed. Funny, that. People had been fighting over less than he owned all season.
Well... he could show off a little too. TFC built a wooden sign above his vault, then added words in shiny blue: "King of Diamonds."
He liked the sound of that.
#hermitcraft#hermit a day may#my fic#drabble#tinfoilchef#I coulda done something with my ConVex!TFC from like 3 years ago I suppose#but tbh I just kinda wanted to write him chillin#show off stuff he *actually* did
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general 42 for andreil?
sure !! thanks for the send in :))
from this prompt list !
neil has always been good at reading other people. he knew how to read body language and how to spot signs of lying by the time he was eight. hes used this skill to save his life more times than hed like to count.
he couldnt read andrew, though.
it should be unnerving to be around andrew, but neil was beginning to realize that he liked not being on high alert when he was with him.
he didnt have to watch for any tells andrew may have when he lied; andrew had never lied to him. there was a certain candidness between them that was like a breath of fresh air for neil. it was as comforting as it was addicting.
as fluent in body language neil may be, he never learned to look for signs of attraction. he never needed to since his mother made sure to beat the want out of him.
so when andrews gaze lingered longer on neil, when his hands skimed neils neck, and when his silence turned into little taunts and need for attention, neil didnt question it.
it wasnt until aaron made a comment one night about how annoying it is that andrew was flirting so openly that neil actually put the pieces together.
“flirting?” neil asked.
aaron huffed and threw is hands out in front of neil and to gesture towards his and andrews seated position. neil was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch in between andrews legs, who was seated on the couch. neils shoulder was pressed against andrews left leg and the touch grounded him.
“this,” aaron gestured again, “is flirting. and i wish you two could keep it to yourselves.”
“c’mon aaron, thats not flirting.” nicky objected, but neils mind began to race.
he turned to look up at andrew. “are you flirting with me?”
andrew stared down at him with an unamused face. he shrugged his shoulders as if he didnt care. although neil could never read andrew, he knew him well enough to know that it was a yes.
neil knew he didnt have to say anything in response so he simply gave andrew a slight nod and went back to leaning against his leg, this time even closer.
“flirting!” aaron shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the both of them.
they ignored aaron, and neil felt a warm feeling overtake his chest and he allowed himself to smile.
“yup,” he said.
aaron groaned and left the room while nicky gasped so loud he hurt his throat and was unable to speak for the rest of the night (much to andrews delight).
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For an Andreil prompt, what about, childhood friends? Or maybe just them going on a date? Oh or Andreil + social media maybe?
okay so neil’s POV is HARD and this is the garbage i came up with? pls be kind
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The thought doesn’t even cross Neil’s mind until Nicky brings it up. They’re all huddled in the girls’ room for Dan-mandated movie night - something about “team bonding” - and Andrew is in an evening session with Bee which leaves Neil at the center of attention. Aaron won choosing rights this week by betting that the freshman wouldn’t even make it through a week of practice before making a “butcher” comment at Neil, which means they’re watching another stupid superhero movie. Neil is bouncing where he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch, glancing at the clock every five seconds. Something is exploding on screen when Nicky leans over and nudges Neil.
“What, you got a hot date with Andrew or something?”
It shouldn’t strike Neil as odd. The question. The assumption. It’s not like he doesn’t know what dating looks like for other people. He watches Matt and Dan get dressed up on off-weekends and go to dinner or a movie. Katelyn and Aaron have a standing date on Wednesday evenings after practice. But for Neil and Andrew, everything is different. It’s been months since Baltimore but Andrew still barely lets Neil out of his sight. The longest they spend apart is Andrew’s sessions with Bee or when they’re in class and even those hours are an exercise in self-control. It’s like Andrew can’t bear the thought of Neil disappearing on him again. Not after falling to his knees on shitty carpet in a shitty motel in the middle of Baltimore with Neil’s battered and bruised face tucked between his palms. Not after feeling the evidence of Neil’s stupidity and Lola’s insanity under his own fingertips. Not after waking up to Neil trembling and whimpering no, no, no in his sleep.
No, Andrew and Neil don’t do dates. They’ve traded them for promises, and stay, and yes. They trade kisses over the hood of the Maserati and unfinished cigarettes and keys to a house and a heart. Neil isn’t sure what going out to dinner or going to a movie could give him that he isn’t already getting. Because the thing is, Neil is happy for the first time in his life. He’s allowed to want things now.
“What?” He asks Nicky, confusion written all over his face. He spares another glance at the clock, counting down the minutes until Andrew is settled in beside him again, close enough to touch. Close enough to remind Neil that he’s alive and he’s allowed to have this.
“You. Andrew. Dinner and a movie?” Nicky prods, jamming his finger into Neil’s ribcage.
“We’re not..we’re not like that.” Neil stumbles over his words, trying to find the right ones on his tongue.
Before Nicky can poke and prod any further, the door swings open and Andrew makes his way in. The sight of him alone is enough for Neils heart to stutter. Andrews participation in team movie night is never a given. It’s as tentative as his consent is. A yes one day does not guarantee a yes the next day. But his sessions with Bee lately have been leaving him more unpredictable than usual. There’s days where Andrew comes back and won’t want Neil any closer than five feet away from him. There are days where he curls up into Neils space and finds contact with every inch of his body. Toes tucked under Neils thighs while they lounge on the couch. Pinky fingers wrapped around one another while Neil works on his homework and Andrew reads. Fingers wrapped in Neils overgrown curls, mouth pressed to the curve of his throat.
Today, it seems to be the latter. He shuts the door behind him and settles in on the floor next to Neil, burying his fingers in his hair almost immediately. Neil leans into the touch instinctively, without even meaning to. He tucks himself into Andrew’s side and presses a kiss to his temple, earning him a bite to his earlobe in retaliation.
“Shut up and watch the movie.”
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The thought doesn’t cross Neil’s mind again until a week later when Andrew is pressed against him, inch for inch. Andrew’s palms are ghosting over his sides, pressing into the curves of his ribcage and hipbones. He’s mouthing at Neils neck and driving his hips forward and Neil feels like a string pulled taut. Every point of connection between him and Andrew feels like a fire sparking.
“Where’s Kevin?” Neil breathes, squirming under Andrew’s hold on his hips.
“Fuck if I know.” Andrew sucks a fresh hickey into the base of Neil’s throat, next to where another is fading. And fuck, Neil might have a fetish for Andrew’s neck but he sure as hell has no complaints about Andrew’s attention to his.
If someone would have told him a year ago that he would have this, that he would have Andrew and the Foxes and a future, he would have laughed. A year ago there were only minutes and hours. He lived in moments between practice and class and games and lies. He couldn’t imagine weeks or even months into the future. He couldn’t dream of a moment beyond the one he was living in.
Andrew is hot and firm where he’s pressed against Neil, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but Andrew’s breath and the scrape of teeth across his shoulder.
“Wanna blow you. Yes or no?” Andrew pushes up onto his elbows to level a stare at Neils face, searching for something in his expression. Whatever he finds there and in the breathy Yes that Neil lets out must be enough because he mouths his way down Neils bare chest. He pauses to suck another bruise into his ribcage, running his tongue along the lines of Neil’s ribs.
It’s not often that they find time to do this, take time with one another. Now that practice has started again, night practices have resumed as well. If Kevin isn’t up their asses about running drills, he’s coping with Riko’s death with the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Andrew bites into the soft flesh of Neil’s inner thigh before tonguing at the tip of Neil’s cock. He’s been rock hard since Andrew undressed him but when Andrew swallows down, he nearly whites out at the feeling. He doesn’t last long. He never does when Andrew works him up first but i when he comes he shakes under Andrew’s hands.
“Can I-“
“Shoulders only and don’t watch.” Andrew says through gritted teeth before Neil can even finish his question.
It’s like this most often, Andrew getting himself off above Neil. There are bad days, days where Andrew kicks Neil out of the room or retreats to the bathroom to take care of his own arousal but most days it’s like this. Andrew holds himself up on one elbow while Neil runs his fingers across Andrew’s shoulders. Andrew’s other hand dips below the waistband of his sweatpants and minutes later, he’s burying his face into Neil’s neck and his entire body goes rigid above Neil.
After they’ve showered, they settle against one another in the bottom bunk, Andrew’s back to the wall and Neil tucked against Andrew’s chest.
“Andrew?” Neil asks sleepily, just on the edge of being awake.
“Unf.” Andrew grunts in response.
“Would you want to go on a date sometime?”
Andrew’s even breath against Neil’s neck is the only sound in the room for what feels like hours until Neil realizes that Andrew has fallen asleep. His hand is still wound tight in the fabric of Neil’s shirt but the small puffs of breath in Neil’s ear is distinctly even, the only evidence that Andrew is capable of relaxing.
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It’s after Andrew’s next session that Andrew drops onto the couch where Neil is knee deep in calculus homework. He drops two tickets into Neil’s lap and twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
“Friday after practice. I heard you like that shitty band that Matt always plays.” Andrew says unceremoniously, like he hasn’t just dropped two concert tickets into Neil’s lap. To anyone else, concert tickets might not mean much but Neil knows just how much Andrew is giving him with these two small strips of cardstock. It’s more than just acknowledging that he heard Neil’s question between warm sheets and Andrew’s breath against his neck. It’s acknowledging that he cares about what Neil wants, acknowledging that whatever this is between them is something he cares enough about to indulge Neil’s fantasy of normalcy.
“You heard me.” Neil says, eyes shining and jaw slightly agape.
“Of course I did. You never shut up.” Andrew says, though the quirk of the corner of his mouth betrays his smugness at knowing he’s the one to make Neil look like this.
“Andrew..” Neil says, still unbelieving. He stares at Andrew, as if he will disappear if he looks away.
“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll take Kevin.” Andrew replies, the small tilt of his lips saying otherwise.
Neil leans down to where Andrew is trying his best to scowl at him, slowly enough that Andrew could pull away if he needs to, and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.” He whispers.
If they spend the next thirty minutes making out on the couch, Neil’s calculus homework forgotten, well that’s nobody’s business.
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Andrew’s fingers grip Neil tightly as they weave through the crowd. The concert is standing room only and Neil already offered to stand at the back of the club so Andrew can press his back against the wall instead of leaving it to strangers. A few tables litter the edges of the standing room but they’re all full and Andrew is pulling Neil through the crowd until they’re close enough to the stage where Neil can see above the heads bobbing in front of them.
“If we’re going to go to a concert you may as well be able to see.” Andrew explains, as if he hasn’t turned the world on its axis with the amount of concessions he’s made for Neil in one week alone.
The evening is an exercise in growth and trust for them both. Andrew stands rigid through the opening act, though he does allow Neil to stand at his back with his hands on his waist. They’re not pressed close together but allowing Neil to touch him outside his direct line of vision is a first.
By the time the main act crosses the stage, Andrew is leaning into Neil’s touch. Whether it’s exhaustion from the week or just giving Neil another permission, Neil isn’t sure but he hooks his chin over Andrew’s shoulder and crosses his arms over Andrew’s stomach. “We don’t have to stay long.” Neil says, instead of I’m here and I see you.
“Shut up.” Andrew says despite curling into Neil’s lithe body. And Neil presses small kisses wherever he can reach: the side of Andrew’s neck, his cheek, the shell of his ear. The music is familiar, some songs Matt has played in the changing room after practice or during team dinners. Neil isn’t familiar with the lyrics by any means but between the sway of bodies around him and the heat of Andrew’s body, the lyrics strike him harder than music usually does.
'Cause somebody hurt me
Somebody hurt me
But I'm staying alive
And I can tell
When you get nervous
You think being yourself means being unworthy
And it's hard to love with a heart that's hurting
“Yes or no Andrew?”
Andrew is turning around in his grip before the question leaves Neil’s mouth, his hands finding Neil’s hair and tugging until Neil’s mouth is sliding against his. For a moment the crowd melts away and it’s just the two of them wrapped up in each other, pressed together at the chest and at the hips. Neil never takes Andrew for granted and anytime he has Andrew’s lips sliding against his, he is acutely aware of how lucky he is but getting to hold Andrew tight against him in a crowd of people is something else entirely. It’s stupid that he should feel possesive after everything they’ve been through. Andrew has shown him in more than words that he chooses Neil but there’s something that unfurls in his chest at knowing that Andrew is his.
“Idiot.” Andrew mumbles when they pull away for a moment, as if he can read Neil’s mind.
Their surroundings come back to them in pieces. They’re hardly aware of the song ending as they push through the crowd to make it out of the club. Neil reaches over the center console of Maserati in silent request. Andrew takes his hand wordlessly as he rolls his eyes.
“It’s just a hand.” He says.
“Its your hand.”
#Andreil prompt#answered#prompts#andreil#Andrew minyard#neil josten#rating: t#this is mostly just fluff#I attempted Neils pov and its HARD#tfc#tfc drabbles#aftg#andreil fic#foxhole court#all for the game
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no but if Andrew was taller Neil could definitely do the hang-on-to-his-arm-by-his-biceps thing...
Every time I'm off writing something y'all come at me with stuff like this and I CAN'T RESIST writing tiny drabbles for it!!
I'm convinced the only thing that would make Andrew more powerful is if he was taller than Neil, but Neil could also bend his legs to hang onto Andrew's biceps. But I also suddenly wanna explore taller Andrew...but when I say taller I mean like 5'4 Andrew. He's like an inch taller than Neil and Neil HATES IT. Oh well, please accept my tiny drabble dear anon, I love your idea so much :)
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It started when Neil was walking back to campus and took a shortcut through a park. It was a nice day outside, which meant there were tons of families around, and Neil happened to glance at a man with a child hanging off his bicep. The child was screeching and laughing with a huge smile on their face, hanging on tightly for a few seconds before being let back to the ground.
Huh, Neil had thought before letting it leave his mind.
The next time he thought about it was when he was talking to Katelyn, who had become quite the unexpected friend. She had said something about cheerleading which reminded Neil about what he'd seen in the park, and then his thoughts suddenly turned to Andrew. About Andrew holding out his arm and Neil holding on, which was...well, it was weird to think about, but Neil thought Andrew could do it.
"Do you think Aaron could hold you up?" Neil asked.
"Yeah," Katelyn said with a shrug.
"Like, from one arm. If you hung off it."
"Like a kid?" Katelyn snickered. "Maybe? I'm not sure." Neil was prepared to let it go, but Katelyn suddenly got a glint in her eyes and she grinned. "Do you think Andrew could hold you up?"
"Yeah," Neil said without hesitation.
"Then let's find out," Katelyn declared.
Easier said than done. That night, Neil went to the dorms and forgot about the competition for a little while, content to work on his homework and watch Andrew play videogames. He only remembered when they got into bed.
"Hey, could you hold me up?" Neil asked. "With one arm?" he clarified.
Andrew just frowned at him, looking confused. "Why?" he dared to ask.
"To prove that Aaron can't."
"When?"
Neil smirked. "Tomorrow, maybe?"
So, after practice the next day, they tried it.
Neil explained what he was thinking: that Andrew would basically hold one arm out and Neil would try to hang from it. Andrew would hold for as long as he could and they would time it so that Neil could send the number to Katelyn, who was convincing Aaron to do the same with her. They'd compare and find out who was stronger.
"This isn't a fair competition," Andrew said when Neil was done explaining.
"Why not?"
"You're heavier than a cheerleader."
"Ouch," Neil said, feigning hurt. "Just think about the bragging rights you'll have after you can hold me for longer."
Andrew blinked, then seemed to accept the challenge. Nobody else was on the court, so they could do this without an audience. Andrew held an arm out, forming a fist and planting the other hand on his hip, legs about shoulder-width apart. When he said so, Neil pressed the start button on his timer and found a good grip on Andrew's arm, slowly raising his legs until he was off the ground.
Though Andrew's arm shook, he managed to keep it steady enough. Neil was slowly lowered to the ground as Andrew's arm buckled under his weight, and as soon as his feet touched it, Neil fumbled for the timer. He decided to take a few seconds off to account for him grabbing on and touching the ground.
"About fifteen seconds," Neil said, texting Katelyn the number. "Thanks."
Andrew was rolling his shoulder. "Done?"
"Yes," Neil said, getting back on his feet. "That was impressive."
"Holding your weight for fifteen seconds was impressive?"
"Yeah. Makes me think you could hold me up forever, if you had to."
Andrew rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards the locker room. "That had better be worth it."
Neil shook his head and quickly followed, seeing Andrew's red ears as they went. He'd let Andrew have that for now, but he would take the chance to remind Andrew about how admirable his strength was at a later time. He knew it would be worth it, because he got to do that.
And in the end, Andrew had his bragging rights.
(Aaron was not happy. Andrew didn't say anything, but he gave his brother looks, which was enough for Aaron to tell him to fuck off and shut up.)
#aftg#aftg fanfic#tfc#tfc fanfic#all for the game#all for the game fanfic#the foxhole court#andreil#andreil fanfic#andriel#jinger's works#this was fun#i hope you enjoy my sloppy little drabble#yall i gotta write other stuff but you keep TEMPTING MEEE#love ya lovelies :)#beefy andrew supremacy
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Neil + getting hurt
this is badly written bc it’s just me brainstorming but
alright so this boy has a pretty high tolerance for pain, but he knows when he’s hurt. he knows how to feel for cracks in his ribs or when he’s broken something
he’s pretty used to getting hurt and the foxes all cry at night bc of it
he’s not an idiot when it comes to injuries but he is when it comes to knowing when to stop because of his injuries.
his first reaction to just about any injury is to patch it up and deal with it himself (if he can pry himself away from the courts long enough)
sometimes he’ll bother Andrew if he needs help
but
if Andrew can’t/won’t help, the next person he goes to is Aaron
(he doesn’t go to Kevin because even though Kevin gets it, he would actually hurt Neil if Neil didn’t treat an injury properly right away. Kevin doesn’t play that shit. Go see Abby)
the other foxes might know what to do, but even if they did, they would make him see Abby too so he doesn’t waste his time
anyway so Andrew is out with Renee and Allison one day and Neil goes out for a run. It’s fine until some student wasn’t looking where they were going and crash into Neil as he turns a corner
They’re both fine, but Neil lands hard on his shoulder and the concrete scraped the shit outa him. He finishes his run and gets back to the tower not really thinking anything of it till he goes to shower and realizes his shoulder looks really bad
Aaron is next door studying for a biology test when just. Neil just walks in with literally zero warning and sits down across from him
Neither of them say anything for a minute. Aaron finishes the page he’s taking notes on them looks at Neil like what do you want
Neil’s like “I hurt my shoulder and I can’t reach it to bandage it up.”
Aaron’s goes ???? He’s so done. “whatever let me see it”
and Neil takes off his shirt
a COUPLE OF THINGS TO NOTE HERE
aaron has seen Neil after the nest and after his father. He’s seen Neil beat to shit and looking like hell. He hasn’t seen Neil’s scars though.
and it’s not that Neil’s comfortable showing his scars off because he’s definitely not. He can just barely show them to Abby. But he’s tired and Aaron already looks annoyed that he’s wasting time and whatever, Andrew will be back soon and they have practice tonight and Neil can’t reach so Aaron is gonna have to suck it up and bandage him
His shoulder is a little more than “hurt”
Aaron goes straight into doctor mode. He has to disenfect it and it’s way too much for just a band aid so he gets some gauze and patches that up
They don’t say anything the entire time. Aaron works in silence and Neil is just staring. Aaron can’t tell if he’s focused or not
Neil leaves with a half-assed thanks and Aaron is just. He’s annoyed ok. His brother’s tool of a boyfriend just comes in and interrupts his studying to demand that he kiss his scrape better and then just leaves. Fuck that guy
like exactly 5 minutes later when Aaron gets back to studying he has that “oh shit” moment of realiziation where it hits him that Neil came to him for help and showed him his scars. He appreciates what that means, even if he is still petulantly grumpy at being bothered
this happens just a couple of times but Aaron doesn’t take it for granted. theyre both aware that Neil’s letting himself be vulnerable in that moment, which is really hard for him
Neil also goes to see Abby sometimes. He doesn’t like to because he has to leave the tower but if he’s already out and hurting then he’ll drop by
Abby worries about him all the time and constantly reassures him that it’s ok!! she wants him to see her if he’s injured!! nothing is too small
Abby also starts to load up on Neil’s favorite snacks. He refuses to go easy on her and just give her a grocery list so she has to pull some Sherlock Holmes type shit and piece together what the kid likes on her own. (he drinks water and/or orange juice, he won’t eat anything too sweet, chips are a maybe, fruit is always good)
So, to recap, if he’s not pretending that his injury isn’t serious (which is still the majority of the time), he’s paying a discreet visit to Andrew, Aaron, or Abby
he prefers to handle his shit himself, but this is progress!
there is one (1) time though where Neil gets hurt and demands to go to the hospital
It’s nothing too bad. Nothing life-threatening. The team is actually really happy that they didn’t even have to force Neil to call time and see a doctor, but they don’t quite understand why he’s freaking out so bad
It happens when they’re playing a game. No one sees what happens but Neil goes down and he takes a little too long to get back up. Wymack and Kevin both look ready to drag him off court but he surprises everyone by signaling to the ref and limping off himself
he goes straight to Abby on the bench. Something happened to his leg, he pulled a muscle or something, idk, but it scared the shit out of him
they’re in the last quarter so Neil holds out until they foxes win but then he’s like “Abby. I need to see a doctor, now”
everyone is confused af but they go with it
They get him to a doctor who checks it out. Something’s definitely strained but it’s not too serious and he can play in a few weeks at most
the foxes get ready for Neil to just absolutely ignore that but??? Neil is like ok and actually sits out practice and shit
he doesn’t get back onto the court until Abby clears him
The next day the foxes can’t help it. they have to know
Andrew and Kevin tell them to leave it alone, but. My boys aren’t immune. They wanna know too. They just have a feeling the answer is gonna be bad
it is
After practice everyone just kinda invites themselves over to Wymack’s and Abby cooks. They’re chatting for a while, just fucking around, when someone brings it up
It’s Nicky
“So, not that we’re not all thrilled you’re taking care of yourself, but what happened when you hurt your leg?”
And Neil debates not telling them but he catches Andrew out of the corner of his eye pretending not to be interested and really there’s no reason to hide anything from the team, so
“idk. It’s just, when my father-“
collective wince
“-kidnapped me in Baltimore and he had me in the basement, he was debating how to torture me-“
so yeah this is not great. The foxes are in Instant Regret. Andrew’s fork is bending. Dan looks like her vein might explode. Matt has tears and his eyes and may or may not be actually crying
“-one of the things he said was that he’d cut my hamstrings so I couldn’t run this time. He didn’t, obviously, but...” Neil kinda takes a break there and wow this is hard to admit but it’s them so it’s ok “it just really scared me. I wouldn’t be able to escape. I could never play exy. Everything would’ve been for nothing if I couldn’t run. My career would be over, the Moriyamas—“
ok he stops there
they get the point
Kevin changes the subject bc believe it or not he isn’t useless and has gotten really good at Not Talking about things and redirecting conversation
it takes a while but the night goes on and they’re all fine, it’s in the past, they know that neil is here and he’s okay and his father is dead
any questions of “are you okay” are met with a withering look and yeah that’s fair but neil knows it’s with good intentions
andrew drags neil out of the room when nobody is looking
he kisses him hard and whispers about his father and the moriyamas never being able to get to him again
neil reminds him that andrew doesn’t have to protect him anymore
andrew knows that it isn’t their deal but he wants to okay? he wants to protect neil and keep him safe
170%
everyone goes home eventually
later andrew and neil will be in bed and andrew will kiss his thighs and replace any memories of cold stone floor and axes with soft lips and soft hairs tickling the insides of his legs
#listen i know this is trash it was just a quick little drabble ok#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#tfc#the foxhole court
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Because of @sadboyayeron ‘s evil ways I’d like to write I how I think the twins (or at least Andrew) react to the awkwardness that finding this out would make anyone feel.
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When Katelynn got pregnant there had been a quiet discussion where Aaron and Kate told Andrew about the babies before Nicky because they didn’t want anything to get out just yet because Kate’s family has always been prone to tricky pregnancies and they didn’t want to get everyone’s hopes up when Nicky told the whole wide world. Andrew looked both horrified and as excited let himself show and honestly, Aaron felt the same. Neil was sitting on the couch next to Katelynn with his hand on her baby bump, the pair had become friends in the last couple years and were constantly talking, Kate always told him it was because they both spoke minyard that they go along so well.
Everyone had been drinking, besides Katelynn, and the vibe of the room was more or less relaxed as they talked about doctors visits and when they should be able to tell the sexes. Andrew’s face was quick to turn to less exited and doubly more horrified when “According to genetics you’re technically as much as the father as Aaron because you have the same DNA,” slipped from Katelynn’s lips and Neil struggled not to laugh as both Andrew and Aaron went completely still “Not in the sociological sense but you do share the same DNA, obviously you’re different, Andrew has a better ass and you have different finger prints,” Neil was full on belly laughing and Aaron looked offended. Andrew thoughly objected to the whole thing stating that “I may have been high off my entire ass during the years I had to take bio, but I would fucking remember something like that.” as Aaron explained he knew twins were monozygotic but he never really thought of it when it came to him and Andrew.
The whole situation was completely weird for both twins but Neil and Katelynn looked like the situation was the funniest thing in the goddamn world. The whole situation got even weirder when “So if Andrew got some girl pregnant then the your kids and his would be more of half-siblings than cousins?” Andrew tried to shut down the line of questioning as soon as he heard ‘Andrew get a girl pregnant’ with “I thought we all knew I was gay? Stop with the theoretical children, Neil.” The conversation only moved on after Aaron and Andrew had joint existential crises and Neil and Katelynn had almost pissed themselves laughing. They had to have planned this. They were both too calm and unfazed about the whole thing. Andrew and Aaron where going to find a way to get back at them for springing this on them and effectively short circuiting their brains.
#all for the game#andrew minyard#aftg#tfc#the foxhole court#neil josten#andreil#aaron minyard#all for the gay#aftg art#katelynn minyard#aftg headcanon#andriel#aftg hc#aftg prompt#aftg drabble#all for the game hc#all for the game fics#allison reynolds#dan wilds#matt boyd#nicky hemmick
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I wrote a thing!! It's super short, but I'm pretty proud of it.
#fan fiction#fan fic#fic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf the fourth closet#tfc#the fourth closet#elizabeth afton#william afton#afton family#tw for subtle mentions of abuse and murder and all that jazz#drabble
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