#andreil IF YOU SQUINT

[deklo]

my interpretation of adoptive bee :’)

pls don’t repost!

#the entire time i’ve been working on this i’ve Wished i could write because i have so many opinions (not gonna get into it though) #i do however imagine andrew is like 7-8 when bee fosters/adopts him but also idk how to draw children so he kind of looks 2-4 LMAOOO #also idk how old bee is. listen. whatever :) #and is it unlikely he’d accept touch from bee so soon? again idk but in this case 🤷🏻‍♂️ #my art #my aftg art #andrew minyard #bee dobson #betsy dobson #adoptive bee #aftg #aftg au #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil IF YOU SQUINT #tfc au #also just saying it was so weird drawing a calm smile on andrew so bare with me

[konaiiro]

Neil & Andrew

A thank you for the writer of Deals With Devils, @toadlilyaus. Dialogue is based off a section in Chapter 41 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/47081227?view_full_work=true)

#aftg #aftg fanart #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #i cant draw buildings to save my life #if you squint its okay #neil will be the death of him #andrew minyard: gay disaster #deals with devils

[detectivebambam]

trans!neil josten makes so much sense though

by the time his mom ran off with him, he was probably already feeling uncomfortable as a "girl". he told his mother it would be easier to hide if she started dressing him and treating him like a boy, and she agreed. if Riko was able to find him from his fingerprints, then maybe there's a reason that nobody else thought to fingerprint him. they couldn't fingerprint the Butcher's son, because they were looking for the Butcher's daughter. this also explains how Kevin and Riko and Nathan and everyone was fooled by some box dye and colored contacts. that's not all that changed since that night. Neil obviously knows that he is truly a man, that it's not just another way to hide, that this is really who he is. and Andrew and Kevin know, too. this is who Neil is, runaway or not.

oh but Bam-Bam, what about The Shower Scene™️???

nothing changes, hope this helps

#trans!neil josten #trans neil josten #transgender neil josten #WHERE IS THE TAG #aftg neil #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #riko moriyama #nathan wesninski #aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #andreil #kandreil #but barely #if you squint

[the-gay-cousin-666]

I'm back on my bullshit with a random aftg/andreil idea (this will be long)

So I'm thinking this happens like a year after the canon story, so it's the last season with all the og Foxes.

It's in the middle of a match and they're winning by a big margin, the Fox goal is bulletproof because Andrew is guarding, and the opposing team is Pissed.

The Foxes are getting checked right and left, insults are flying around and escalating.

So, after another particularly cool shot, Neil gets checked a little too hard. They both go down, sticks clatter to the ground, the ball bounces off and the other guy scrambles after it.

But Neil doesn't get up.

He stays laying right where he fell, flat on his back, not moving an inch.

Andrew reacts in milliseconds, sprinting across the field, screaming at Matt who was closer not to take Neil's helmet off because he might have injured his neck.

The court goes dead silent. Neil is unresponsive and Andrew is kneeling above him, fingers twisted in his jersey.

"Come on, junkie, wake up," he whispers. His voice is shaking and he doesn't care that everyone can hear. He's restraining himself not to shake the living hell out of Neil to wake him up, only because he's dead afraid he might hurt him further.

It takes only a minute or two for Neil to open his eyes, but it feels like ten years to Andrew.

Neil frowns at Andrew and squints against the overhead lights. "What?" he asks, like he hasn't just given everyone a heart attack.

Suddenly there's sound around them again. Wymack is screaming the other guy's head off, Dan is asking Neil if he's in pain over Andrew's shoulder and Abby is telling him to be careful as they help him sit up.

Neil insists that he's fine, and Andrew fights the urge to knock him out again. "Try and say that again," he warns instead and tugs at Neil's jersey.

He looks to be fine, though. Other than a headache, there is nothing wrong with him.

Abby wants him to go to a hospital, but Andrew tells her to knock it off after Neil freaks out a bit because Baltimore is still fresh in his mind.

They both get subbed because there is no way Neil is going back to play, even though the look on his face says he wants to, and Wymack doesn't have to ask Andrew if he'll finish the half.

So they get changed, and go sit in the foyer to wait until the game is over.

Neil has his head rested on Andrew's shoulder to ease the headache, running his thumb over Andrew's hand that is again gripping Neil's shirt.

"If you don't stop trying to dig yourself into an early grave, I'm going to help you with it," Andrew says, and Neil humms because he knows what a remark like that means.

He also knows better than to say sorry, so instead he turns his head slightly and kisses Andrew's neck.

"150%"

#aftg #neil josten #all for the game #andrew minyard #aftg memes #the foxhole court #all for the gay #andreil #the kings men #the raven king #coach wymack #dan wilds #all for the angst #nora sakavic #andriel #palmetto state foxes

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I read all your WIPs, I love Guardian Angel Andreil

Neil managed to touch Andrew's hoodie, so he doesn't pierce people/objects, interesting 🤔

It's not Wednesday but for the next one may I request Vampire Andrew?

Ps. Thank you for deciding to participate in WIPW and for sharing your projects. I also just wanted to point out that this post

https://www.tumblr.com/stabbyfoxandrew/725813187248783360/wip-wednesday is missing the Andreil tag, (for ease of finding it on Tumblr )

Thank you 🙏

Have a great day 🙂🤍

WIP Wednesday (8/23) | Vampire Andrew AU

‘Minyard is looking at me again.’  ‘He sure stares a lot. What’s his problem?’ ‘Does he ever fucking blink?’

Oh shit. Andrew’s spine snaps straight and he blinks a couple times in rapid succession before looking away. He’d been staring into space again. He does that a lot these days. It’s just not easy, being what he is. Andrew breathes in deeply, for good measure, and rises from his seat. He glares at the girl as he makes his way across the dining hall to the trash cans and dumps his nearly full tray of food.

‘What the fuck? What the fuck? Is he going to kill me or something?’

Andrew scoffs and rolls his eyes and turns on his heel to stalk towards the nearest exit sign. He pulls up his hood and pushes the door open, stepping through and immediately wincing at the brightness he’s met with. He squints and starts towards Fox Tower, the athlete’s dorm. 

In case you’ve somehow missed it, Andrew Minyard is a vampire. 

He’s got all the basic superpowers that come with such a diagnosis: super strength, speed, hearing, a heightened sense of smell… You name it, he’s got it. And Andrew’s got an extra little perk— or curse, depending on how you look at it. He can read minds. 

He doesn’t do it on purpose. It just… happens. And it’s constant. Other peoples’ thoughts float into his head 24/7 and it drives him insane. It’s hard to pay attention to anything at all with so much going on. Game nights are horrible. Thousands of people packed into the stands, all mentally complaining about how the game is going or the sticky seats or the kid sitting next to them. But he’s not sure how to turn it off.

He really wishes he could.

next->

#andreil #the foxhole court #Vampire Andrew AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #anon #Anon thank you so much for being so nice and I fixed the link you sent! Thank you again you're so sweet. I hope you like this <333

[mostlymaudlin]

i told you i'd come back

andreil, rated t, 800 words

this is a sequel of sorts to my fic I'll Come Back To You and it absolutely won't make any sense if you haven't read that. it answers a question a lot of people have asked but im a meanie and i don't want to answer it on ao3 because i love how mysterious it is LOL. but also i got a few really lovely comments on this fic tonight so i got inspired to write this :)

Andrew wakes up warm. 

He shifts a bit, and the back of his head collides with something hard. 

It’s Neil: the source of the warmth, of the arms around Andrew’s waist, of the groan, of the chin he just knocked into.

“First you drool all over me, then you headbutt me,” Neil murmurs. “Good fucking morning to you, too.” 

Andrew sits back, but not very far, because he’s sitting in Neil’s lap in the damn armchair, and because Neil doesn’t loosen his grip on Andrew’s waist. His spine protests the pretzel position he apparently slept in. He blearily wipes his mouth as he squints at the wet patch on the collar of Neil’s shirt, and then up at his face.

Neil lifts one arm, smoothing a hand through Andrew’s hair where it’s surely sticking up. Andrew rests his face in Neil’s palm when it cups his cheek, closing his eyes as he yawns, then leaving them closed a moment longer. Because it’s bright, with the early morning sun shining directly in through the living room window. Because he’s not ready to fully face consciousness quite yet. Because he’s exhausted. It feels like Andrew hasn’t gotten a full night’s sleep in weeks, not since—

Andrew’s eyes shoot open. He jerks away from Neil’s touch so violently that he almost falls out of the chair. Neil keeps an arm on him only long enough to steady him, then lets it drop as Andrew lunges to his feet, tripping over to the couch on the other side of the coffee table. 

“Andrew, it’s okay,” Neil says, and he’s using that voice that absolutely shatters Andrew’s chest, warm and rich and low, full of promises of safety and security and home. But it’s not real — Neil doesn’t remember making these promises. He doesn’t remember any of the things that would make Andrew holding him hostage in a chair all night okay.

Andrew shakes his head. “It’s not.”

“Andrew,” Neil says, climbing out of the chair too. He doesn’t join Andrew on the couch, instead sitting on the coffee table in front of him, their knees jigsawed together but not touching. “Look at me. It’s okay.”

Andrew is already looking at Neil. It’s all he ever fucking does — looking at Neil across the room, or on the lock screen of his phone, or in the film reel of memories that plays through every quiet moment in his head. 

Andrew is already looking at Neil. His hair is flattened on one side. There’s a puddle of Andrew’s drool on his shirt. His lips are chapped. His blue eyes are focused on Andrew, always too intense, piercing straight through Andrew’s chest to the things he still doesn’t really know how to put into words. 

Andrew’s breath stutters.

It’s been weeks since Neil has looked back at Andrew and really seen him. It’s been weeks since Andrew last felt like anyone really knew him at all. Andrew used to think that’s what he wanted, but he was wrong. He used to think he could squash the hope that’s now blooming in his chest as Neil looks back; he was wrong about that too.

“Neil,” Andrew says, and the single syllable is angry, rammed through clenched teeth. Neil’s expression doesn’t change. He’s never been as afraid of Andrew as he should’ve been. “Don’t fuck with me.” 

Neil holds a hand over Andrew’s knee, palm up, a gesture so familiar that Andrew has to swallow a hard lump in his throat. He tries again when it doesn’t work — no such luck. 

“I told you I’d come back,” Neil whispers. “I’m sorry I left you alone in the first place.” 

Andrew inhales sharply and takes Neil’s hand, then slumps forward. His head swims as his muscles just… shut down. It’s over, Andrew thinks, the words pounding against the walls of his brain. It’s over it’s over it’s over. 

“It’s okay,” Neil says — warm and rich and low — his mouth pressed to Andrew’s crown. “I’m right here.”

He rests a firm palm against the side of Andrew’s neck, thumb rubbing in well-practiced patterns behind Andrew’s ear, and it’s over it’s over it’s over. Everyone said it would be okay, but when has Andrew ever gotten to keep a damn thing in his life? It’s over. Even Andrew’s own nightmares hadn’t produced this specific horror before it happened in the light of day. It’s over. What would he have even done? He’s never figured out how he got ahold of this in the first place. He’d never be able to do it again. 

“I told you,” Neil says, weaving their fingers together. Andrew can feel the cool press of the wedding band that Neil never took off. “I promised.”

Andrew is exhausted. He drops his head to Neil’s shoulder, and for the first time in weeks, he can finally rest.

#my writing #aftg fic

[tsunamieaqua]

Renee ordering the Foxes their McDonald's orders

#based on an aftg meme #help tell who made that post so i can credit them #also help to the foxes who are drunk af #andreil if you squint #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #namie doodles #andreil #the foxes #renee walker

[youknow-igetit]

Andrew always says that he has strict rules for himself and the world, that everything must be black-and-white, good or bad, honesty or lies, no in-between whatsoever. Unsurprisingly however, his life isn’t so clear cut. He says that he doesn’t trust people and he makes deals for people to stick around, and yet he’s friends with Renee and trusts Bee, with no strings attached. He says that everyone sees him as a monster and says that he doesn’t care if people do, and yet he’s absolutely dying for someone to see himself, a person who was fucked-up by the monsters of the world and desperate to keep himself alive. He says that his brother and cousin, and later Kevin, are the only things keeping him around, but the truth is that he found the smallest reason to stay and latched onto it with all he had. He wants to stay just as bad as Neil does because no one has ever let him stay, every home he’s ever been in has been temporary and he’s just waiting for this one to go away too. Andrew himself contradicts his own rules because he is nether good nor bad, he’s not a saint and he’s not a monster, he’s just a person, he’s just an incredibly wounded human being who has stopped believing that truly good people exist and yet still craves love and trust so fucking deeply.

Maybe Andrew Minyard pretends that he lives in the black-and-white to keep others from realizing that he’s so gray.

#andrew minyard #character study #andreil #if you squint #i'm doing my psychology homework and Thinking #i have made myself crY #being andrew is so nuanced #the moment you realize that andrew is rude and harsh because he's protecting himself from hurting like he did before #is the moment you really understand how human he is #and just how fucking brave he is #and how scared he must have been letting himself have happiness and have neil #i have made myself cry again

[awakenatmidnights]

the foxes, trying to figure out whether neil and andrew are together or not: ??????

kevin, who has known for weeks and is throwing hints because he's so fucking tired of this bet: i ain't never seen two pretty best friends, it's always one of 'em gotta be ugly

#i'm SORRY #aftg #the foxhole court #aftg shitpost #all for the game #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #andreil #kandreil if you squint #incorrect aftg

[kazzyboy]

So, like, it’s canon that Andrew doesn’t like exy. He downright hates it. Nora has probably said in her extra content that he never ends up liking it.

But you wanna know what I think? I think that I remember Neil promising his exy dream to Andrew until Andrew could find one of his own. He let him borrow it. Keep it, if he wanted.

Andrew didn’t keep it, exactly. But one day he’s in his goalie box and his heart is thudding and it feels good and he’s watching the ball. He’s watching Kevin and Neil and his teammates twist, fight, run. For the ball. For the trophy. For the win. He feels, a little bit, like it’s for him, too. He’s watching and every rough jostle of the other team against his makes him downright angry, every goal sends his heart soaring. He blocks as many shots as he can. The few he misses, when he’s sweating and sick and refusing to sub out, burns. His limbs are numb. Every minute feels like a year and he’s sure he’s loosing lifespan, but he feels. He feels Kevin swing, he sees Neil run, he sees them twist and pass, and thinks, stupidly, it’s like a dance.

There are only a few seconds left in the game— Olympics, worldwide. He feels that fire he’s spent so long holding down burn his palms; it lights his lungs on fire and he can feel it rising in his throat. His walls have burned down, at least for now.

It’s getting interesting.

They’re tied. Japan is riding his ass and he’ll be damned if anyone gets past him. That goal is his. No one touches what’s his. Ever. He’s blocking and blocking until, suddenly, there’s nothing to block— he sees Kevin running down the court, rivaling Neil’s speed. Neil is there, then, in a flash— the goalie barely has any time before Kevin twists and Neil shoots and it’s so so close. He doesn’t hear the final bell ring. He feels it in his numb limbs, feels his teammates slowly start to scream.

Later, after the screaming and the tackling and the cheering, Andrew sits down on the bus with still-numb limbs, and the gold metal thuds against his chest. Neil is asleep at his side, and his face is still red from the running and screaming and tackling, from the laughing and smiling. If Andrew looks hard enough he can make out the dimples on his face. Kevin is in the near-same state, laid out on the row behind them. Wymack, Bee, and Abby had called to congratulate them, and they’d gotten similar calls from the rest of the team. The original team. His team.

Andrew looks down at his palms, which are still shaking, looks at the metal— and he smiles.

He has come so, so far, and maybe he’ll never tell anyone, but he’s proud of the metal— if not for himself, for Neil, for Kevin. He doesn’t keep exy, not forever. He finds his own dream in helping kids like them— but, he thinks, exy was a nice dream to borrow.

#he doesn’t like exy #but he finally gets what Neil meant when he said he was allowed to be whatever he wanted on the court #he’s himself when he’s apathetic obviously #but he lets himself feel something on the court for once #Andrew Minyard has feelings #try and pry it from my cold dead hands #all for the game #all for the gay #aftg #sports #andrew and smiling #andrew minyard #neil josten #Kevin day #andreil #andriel #kevandriel if you squint #olympics #I am so gone #right in the feels

[honestlyzenoouh]

So Hold Me Close

This came to me after i read this post, and my brain went “no, you do it because you have small legs and can’t keep up with your bf” and thus this was born.

Now also on AO3

*****

Neil is a little bewildered. He is not at all complaining about this new development in his relationship with Andrew, just a little confused. Andrew has gotten a little, how do you say it delicately; clingy, after they won the championship. The other foxes hasn’t commented on it yet, but they might not have noticed it. Neil has though. By god has Neil noticed it. Luckily, he doesn’t feel smothered by the clinginess, but it seems like he can’t be more than a couple feet away from Andrew now, before his eyebrow furrowed the smallest amount together. And if enough time passes with neither of them moving closer, Andrew shifts the slightest bit towards which ever direction Neil is in. 

Okay, the couple of feet is a bit of an overstatement, when in reality it’s 8 feet and 2 inches. Neil knows, he tested it. Kevin was looking on in severe judgement that day, what with Neil moving half an inch away from Andrew, who was sat gaming with Nicky, waiting a few seconds before glancing at his face to see his reaction. The pinch came at 8 feet even, and the shift came at the infamous 8 feet and two inches. 

And again, it’s not as if Neil is complaining. It’s always nice to be able to look around, and be able to immediately spot him. Safe even. But that is not what has gotten Neil confused, oh no, the closeness is just on observation. What Neil is having a hard time wrapping his head around is the fact that Andrew has gotten handsy.

But it’s not even the normal handsy he sees from other couple’s PDA. No, there is no hands on his hips, he isn’t casually touching his ass like Matt sometimes does to Dan, nor is he absentmindedly petting his hair like Allison did to Seth. No, he just. Wants to hold his hand. Or his arm. Or on bad days, his sweater sleeve. And Neil doesn’t get it. He doesn’t mind it, really he doesn’t! Andrew always asks first, or just straight up offers his hands to Neil, and Neil somehow always find himself saying yes and taking his hand, even though he doesn’t get his newfound clinginess. 

Neil would just have just put it down as a weird form of affection from Andrew. With both of their shitty childhood, general emotional constipation and mistrust of most physical touch, handholding was an acceptable first type of affection. That is, if it wasn’t for the pattern he noticed 3 weeks after the first incident of handholding.

Andrew doesn’t seem to need to hold his hand when they are staying somewhere. Like if they are in the locker room or in any of the foxes room, the 8 feet and 2 inches seems to be enough for Andrew’s clinginess. But whenever they are going somewhere, it literally doesn’t matter where, Andrew hand shoots out after 15 seconds of walking, and he only lets go when they have reached their destination. Sometimes that is. He has started to linger a little, and by now the other foxes has undoubtedly noticed. They still haven’t said anything, though it looks like Allison really wants to sometimes. And it’s not like she can corner Neil alone to get some answers that way, what with the 8 feet two inches.  

It is two weeks after the pattern revelation that Neil finally finds the courage to ask Andrew about it. Just because he doesn’t get it, doesn’t mean he dislikes holding hands with Andrew. He’s actually come to really like it, and what if Andrew stops if he points it out? But he needs answers now, and if Nicky’s few comments on the matter only resulted in scowls and grunts, Neil feels a bit reassured. So they are sitting on the roof, sharing a single cigarette between them, and looking out over the campus. Neil steels himself, gathers his last bit of bravery and opens his mouth. “Andrew?”

Andrew shifts his head towards Neil, indicating he’s listening, and Neil starts to play with his own fingers. A couple more seconds go by, and Neil thinks he has formulated his question harmlessly.

“Why can’t you be more than 8 feet and 2 inches away from me?” Andrew inhales his next lungful of smoke a bit to suddenly, and freezes for maybe two seconds before he exhales. “Riko.” Is all he answers. Neil mulls over his answer for a bit, but can’t find an explanation within it. “What?” he prompts confused.

Andrew exhales again, and Neil could see his arm flexing from the corner of his eyes. Whatever Andrew was about to say, wasn’t something he was happy having to share, but technically, it was his turn in their truths game, and it seemed Andrew knew that as well. 

“I was 8 feet and 2 inches away from you when Riko swung.” Now it was Neils turn to freeze. That admission floored Neil, not having excepted such a thought-out answer. Gearing up answer, or maybe getting Andrew to elaborate, he got cut off, because apparently Andrew wasn’t finished yet. He took yet another breath and continued,��“Evermore I was not present for, and Binghamton I had you out of my sight for 5 seconds to check on Nicky and you were gone. But with 8 feet and 2 inches I could get to you.” It was quiet for what felt like hours afterwards, with Neil processing and Andrew quietly chain smoking. 

“Oh” Was Neil’s answer maybe 4 cigarettes later. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but he also wanted to acknowledged Andrews vulnerability. Andrew shrugged, and Neil finally looked over at him and saw how tense he was. Not really knowing how to make the situation better with words, Neil slowly reached his left hand towards the blond boy, offering the same kind of comfort Andrew has had lately.

Andrew looked from his hand, and up to his face so Neil offered him a small smile and wiggled his fingers a small bit. Andrew huffed at him, but took his hand and intertwined their fingers. With his hand in his, Neil remembered his initial question and kinda blurted it out,

“But what’s with the handholding then? I get the distance, I’m kind of a trouble magnet, but why hold my hand? That doesn’t seem necessary.” Andrew huffed out his version of a self deprecating laugh. “You are fast, and have longer legs than me.”

“So what? The handholding is just you making sure we are walking in the same tempo, and you don’t lose me in a crowd?” 

“Maybe not so stupid after all” At this point that is just flat out slander against Neil Josten.

*****

I have no clue how to end this, so I give you this! There you go, hope you like it. This is my first completed and posted fic

#Andreil #Andriel #all for the gay #all for the game #aftg #Neil Josten #Andrew Minyard #oneshot #is this angsty? if you squint i guess #my writing #Zenoouh writes

[professionalfangirl24601]

Hmm what if... Andreil? 👀

#Everything is aftg if you squint enough #This one though #Even if it's au #It's still so andreil #Aftg #Youtube

[bloody-wonder]

talk about the armbands scene and ur take on it plsss

i’ve always seen it simply as andrew anticipating that neil won’t want people to stare at his scars and taking care of that matter for him - firstly, bcs he knows that neil doesn’t like people to see even his old scars, but secondly, bcs andrew also has scars on his arms for which he needs armbands. so on one hand andrew is definitely self-projecting a bit and wants neil to wear armbands just as he does (just like with the phones) but on the other andrew is the only person who - in the midst of all the exy plotting and publicity planning in the aftermath of baltimore - thinks about something as small and basic as armbands to bring neil a bit of mental comfort. and that’s cute. 

#all for the game #the foxhole court #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg mine #aftg ask #i guess if you squint there might also be some parallels #with how neil was the one to retrieve andrew’s armbands from luther’s house

[mostlymaudlin]

So I'm shaking, absolutely about to vibrate out of my skin, at seven am in the morning, and it's NOT because I've yet to sleep??

If it's not because it's a medical emergency, there's only one other thing. A Trigger update.

You were Spot On with the name for this fic, you know that? Except this is a serotonin trigger. I am but a rodent, pushing the little happy hormone button in my little cage, squinting at my phone, jubilant at the recent update.

I hope you have a fabulous day and week and month. <3

Omg you are so funny 🤣 I am also a little lab rat who survives on steady on injections of andreil thoughts. I hope YOUR day/week/month are fabulous as well!!

[cryptid-neil-josten]

every time i remember kevin has to share a dorm room with andrew and neil i just think... god, sis, u poor thing. y'all know andrew and neil wouldn't give a fuck about whether or not kevin is in the room when they're makin out and shit, kevin's going to wake up one night at like 3am to neil moaning or dirty talking cause we know neil can't keep his smart mouth shut

#andreil #andrew minyard #kevin day #neil josten #aftg #all for the game #fucking imagine #kandreil #if you squint #kevin #andrew #neil #tfc #tkm #trk #the foxhole court #somebody PLEASE write a kevin reacts to andreil fic or I'll have to do it myself #jay says