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#andriel supremacy
theravenkin · 2 years
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not only does andrew read books; he annotates books but only by underlining every other sentence and writing "gay" in the margins
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raegingbitch · 11 months
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ALRIGHT I KNOW SOMEONE HAS IT SO IM GOING TO CLOSE MY EYES AND HOLD OUT MY HAND. IF THERE IS NOT A BEEFY ANDREW DRAWING IN MY PALM IN 5 SECONDS YOURE ALL IN TROUBLE.
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kmlnaa · 6 months
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you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes
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fem! andriel is my personal supremacy
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"'I don’t understand.'
Renee hesitated again. Neil watched as she rummaged through a collection of leather wallets. She held one up and turned it this way and that. 'Andrew said you would have questions for me. I asked him what he wanted me to say if you came by, but he said he didn’t care and didn’t have time to play moderator. If he knew this was what you wanted to talk about I’ll assume he knew this would come up.'
Renee put the wallet back, let her fingers linger a few seconds longer as she debated, then turned to face Neil fully. 'When I said I wasn’t Andrew’s type, I meant it. It’s not about my looks or faith. It’s that I’m a woman.'
This scene is the written version of the 'If he asks, but only if he asks, tell him I'm gay and single' scenario
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kazzyboy · 2 years
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Okay, so, Neil is generally stereotyped as “the girly one” (aka the more expressive/weird/emotional one) because most of Andrew’s actual personality is brushed aside as part of his medicine and therefore considered the dark and broody one, but.. this is absolutely ridiculous (not just because of the girl/guy stereotypes). Like, I understand that it probably induced some pretty ludicrous thoughts, but.. Andrew’s brain technically generated them.
As someone who says like 5% of what they think, I feel like he doesn’t say shit like that when he’s sober because he doesn’t have the energy/doesn’t want to.
But people are sleeping on the fact that Andrew, You’re-Like-A-Raccoon-Dramatic-Poetic-Disney-Villain Andrew, is absolutely the one in Andriel to think shit like,”what if we were two porcelain cats drinking spilt milk out of a bucket,” and “would you love me if I was a worm.”
This is erasure
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frisslimbim · 3 years
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older doodle but i have nothing to post rn so we having some andreil smooches after winning gold at the olympics cause i love them.
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jingerhead · 2 years
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Raspberry Tart
Happy birthday to Neil Josten :) here's a little drabble based off an amazing prompt from @tntwme and twinyardtrash on twitter, thank you guys so much! Hope you like it!
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Life for a professional exy player didn’t stop because of a birthday. This year Neil’s birthday was on a Thursday, and the day started as it always did. He got up early in the morning, trying to climb out of bed as quietly and gently as possible to not disturb Andrew, who no longer had to follow such routine. It was impossible to avoid waking him up, but Neil still pretended to try not to, taking care of the cats before getting ready to leave.
The day passed as usual, with Neil arriving at the stadium’s gym to warm up with the rest of his team, getting a couple of birthday wishes that he said ‘thanks’ back to. Thankfully nobody made a big deal about it, but he’d have to check social media later as well as answer the countless text messages he’d get throughout the day. Sometimes birthdays were more of a hassle than anything else. He was glad when practice ended, showering and changing as quickly as he could to avoid talking to anyone else.
When he got back to the apartment, Neil was immediately hit with the smell. It wasn’t a bad one, but something he wasn’t able to figure out: a hint of something burned mixed with a light sweetness, nothing overpowering, but unavoidable. Neil slipped off his shoes and knelt down to pet King, then made his way to the kitchen, where he assumed Andrew was baking. Sure enough, there he was, pointedly not looking Neil’s way and instead staring at something left on the stove.
The kitchen was a bit messy, but not a disaster. All of Andrew’s baking supplies had been taken out of the cabinets, some flour and sugar spilled on the countertops and more than one bowl left out. Sir was sitting on the counter, some white mixed into her gray fur from some flour she’d likely laid down on. Neil barely spared the rest of the kitchen a glance, eyes easily focusing on Andrew instead.
It was still chilly at the end of March, so he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, but instead of a hoodie or sweater he had put on a T-shirt. A particular black T-shirt that always pulled at all the right places, fabric stretching over Andrew’s midsection and biceps. Neil always stared when he wore that shirt and Andrew knew it.
“You going to stand there all night?” Andrew asked, finally looking away from the stove. Neil felt pinned into place by his gaze, caught staring, but not trapped there.
“Maybe I was enjoying the view,” Neil responded, dropping his gym bag to the floor and leaning against the doorframe.
“Enjoy it over here,” Andrew said, raising a challenging eyebrow.
Neil didn’t hesitate to take the invitation, stopping in front of Andrew and following his lead into a kiss that made him lose his breath. Neither went far when they pulled back, too lost in each other’s gaze. It was moments like this that Neil remembered he was alive, that he’d lived another year and that he was allowed to have this. It made his heart race.
“Happy birthday,” Andrew said.
“Thanks,” Neil replied like he had all the other wishes, only this time his voice was just a little bit breathless and he genuinely felt those words. Coming from Andrew, it was a commendation, reminder, a promise.
Despite the annoyances, Neil liked March 31st because he always got reminded about the significance it had. He’d been born on January 19th, but despite all odds he’d survived as Neil Josten to see the birthday date he'd chosen. At the time of his freshman year he’d been in recovery, healing from everything that had happened and preparing to get onto court once again, but the fact that he could celebrate on that day at all…
Finally looking away, Neil focused on what had been left on the stove: it was Andrew’s bread pan filled with what appeared to be raspberries. “What’s that?”
“Raspberry cream cheese tart,” Andrew explained. “Want some?”
“Yeah,” Neil decided. He didn’t care for sweets, but Andrew knew that already, and he also knew Neil loved raspberries to the point that cartons of them would be empty the day after buying them. Neil’s had more than one stomach ache because of it, but it was worth it.
Andrew got a small plate and a knife, carefully cutting the tart and messily getting out a slice. There was a crust that was just a bit too dark, some cream colored filling, and lots of raspberries on top. Neil accepted the plate and went to try some, not sure what to expect. He could feel Andrew watching him as he took a bite.
Hm. It was…chewy.
Years of experience helped Neil mask anything his face might’ve given away. It wasn’t horrible, wasn’t disgusting and didn’t make him want to spit out what he’d decided to eat. It was just a bit weird, probably over-baked to get the tart to the chewy consistency. There was just a hint of sweetness that was overshadowed by the slightly-burned crust, so Neil focused on the taste of raspberry, which helped.
He knew that Andrew could bake. He made great cakes and pies, muffins and scones, cookies and cupcakes and everything in-between. But maybe he shouldn’t ever try to make a tart again. Not that Neil would tell him that, especially not when Andrew had made this for him on his birthday.
He’d had worse. Much worse. Honestly, the bad tart would’ve tasted like heaven compared to some meals on the run. Because of this, Neil went for another bite.
“Good?” Andrew asked.
Neil avoided eye contact. “Yeah.”
Andrew reached up and brushed his fingertips along Neil’s shoulder until he could grip the back of Neil’s neck. “You’ve gotten worse at lying.”
“Maybe you just know me that well,” Neil argued, unable to stop the small smile that formed. He finally turned to look at Andrew, pointedly eating another bite of the tart. “The raspberry is good.”
“I already knew it was bad,” Andrew said, releasing his grip on the back of Neil’s neck to instead wrap the arm around Neil’s hips, standing close. “I took it out too late. Rachel spent too much time talking about her family’s berry picking to write an accurate recipe.”
Neil snorted. “I think it could be good. It’s not too sweet.”
“Good.”
Looking back at the tart, Neil carefully got a bit of the tart onto the fork he’d been using and raised it in offer. “Want to try?”
“No,” Andrew said, nose wrinkling in disgust for barely a second. Neil managed to shrug without spilling anything, eating the bit Andrew had refused. “Why are you still eating that?”
“Raspberry,” Neil said through the mouthful. “Besides, it’s my birthday present.”
Andrew was silent in response. Neil swallowed and turned to look at him, heartbeat quickening when Andrew’s grip got a little bit tighter. “That’s not your birthday present.”
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ianxgallavich · 2 years
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just finished the All For the Game series. I read it within two days, does a book ever leave you feeling so empty?
also, Andriel supremacy
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theravenkin · 2 years
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i know a lot of people think that neil isn't a huge fan of touching or cuddling because his mom never showed him a lot of affection. but i think in the books he mentions how his mom never really showed affection towards him, but he knew how much she cared about him because of how tightly she held him at night while they slept--he knew, at least subconsciously, that he was her baby, and she'd do anything to keep him safe. so in my mind, one of the most important pieces of neil's love language is being held.
i think after a tiring day of class, a rough game, a sleepless night, or just a long day, neil goes to andrew and holds out his arms, question on his face. andrew will allow a couple seconds of fronted apathy, then carefully bundle neil into his arms and hold him tight. neil curls into himself, making himself and small as he can, and buries his face in andrews neck, curls his fingers in andrews shirt or locks his arms around andrew's neck. sometimes neil will wordlessly tug andrew to the couch or bed and andrew will let him curl up against andrews chest. andrew pretends to be exasperated, berates neil for being so needy; but it's obvious he enjoys it by how tender his touches become, how he breathes in neil's smell and kisses his hair. neil will make little contented sounds and andrew will kiss his head in reply.
this is how andrew starts re-associating touch with love and safety rather than danger: andrew is a protector, a caretaker, at heart, so holding neil when he needs it is easier than a lot of other kinds of touch. to andrew, this is just another part of looking after his boy. their love language is protecting/being protected; this act--not just cuddling, but holding and being held--is, in my mind, a big part of their relationship.
ugh. really i am just touch starved and andreil cuddling gives me lots of extra HP, so. yeah. here.
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theravenkin · 2 years
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my sports brain and my fandom brain had a heated makeout session and had this thought:
neil would become famous for finesse plays, but especially for no-look passes. he would be dropping absolute dimes. think about it. isn't it sexy? it's so sexy.
also he would be sliding between defenders' legs and shit cus he's so small and fast. i also bet he has an amazing vertical but i'm not sure how that plays into exy yet. anyway. yeah.
edit: this is kinda canon!! there's a paragraph where it's like "kevin is all about precision and rules and shit, but neil likes the riskiest, stupidest plays, he plays best when he's following his instinct rather than logic" and i just love that about him. sports 😫🥴
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frisslimbim · 3 years
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Andrew is a big softie for his niece and I will not take any criticism.
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frisslimbim · 3 years
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I promised beefy andrew and i am here to deliver.
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Bonus: (as a treat)
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theravenkin · 2 years
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the idea of nicky bombarding the rest of the monsters with like "yas mama pussy queen slay boots the house down queen" talk to be ironic LITERALLY makes me laugh so hard. because he'd do it, with impeccable comedic timing, and the upperclassmen would die every time. oh my god, i can't get it out of my head.
aaron would just sigh and grimace every time. andrew would be so caught off guard the first few times that it would literally show on his face; the first time the upperclassmen see it they die. kevin and neil would each be so utterly confused the first couple times because it sounds like absolute gibberish to them what's so funny?? they don't get it at all? after a few times they still don't get it but they've gotten used to it. kevin reacts similarly to aaron except with more disgust than disappointment; neil, on the other hand, just plays along, because why not? it makes everyone laugh, it makes nicky happy, and it annoys andrew so much.
nicky: yas queen, slay the boots down mama!
neil: yeah, i'm trying to. thanks. :)
nicky: werk, queen! we love!
neil: thanks, i love you too, nicky. do you want me to call you queen too?
nicky: that's sweet, love, but no. it would sound like a slur. :)
then, one day:
nicky: *makes a good play, has some small accomplishment, etc*
neil, smiling softly: slay!
and with that, he single-handedly sent every one of the foxes to the moon
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theravenkin · 2 years
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hc that, every time andrew says "i hate you", neil starts replying with "that must be hard for you"
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theravenkin · 2 years
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hc that neil has some absolutely devastating puppy dog eyes
it takes him a minute to figure it out, but he definitely realizes it sooner or later. he can't ignore how dan and allison pinch his cheeks and wail "omigod neil why are you precious"--at first it absolutely bewilders him, because he would never describe himself as "cute", and then he swears they can only be joking; but the upperclassmen find him absolutely adorable, especially when he makes a 😠 face, and they tell him frequently. so whether or not he believes it, he definitely files it away as a resource.
then he starts noticing how when he pouts about something, or plays innocent when he's annoying andrew on purpose (because we all know he's a Little ShitTM like that), andrew pointedly avoids looking at his face. as they get more comfortable and as neil starts learning how to press andrews buttons a little, neil will pull the "look at me l, why aren't you looking at me?? 🥺 Im so cute???🥺🥺🥺" when he's being a Shit. and andrew will scoff and say, "you're the farthest thing from cute. you're fucking annoying." and neil will get a little confident, get in andrews face a little, and say, "then look at me." andrews ears and face go bright red and the whole debacle usually ends in lots of andrew kissing the shit-eating grin off of josten's stupid face.
it's not long before neil starts utilizing The Face whenever he can. he magically coerces people to do him favors, share their snacks, work drills with him, leave him and andrew alone in the dorm--really, no one is safe. neils favorite is using them on andrew while the other foxes are around--he loves boggling their brains (they always knew neil had some magic power over andrew, but they've never seen andrew turn that pink??? they've never seen him fumble with words like this??? is neil some kind of wizard demon??). also, it really annoys andrew in that way that andrew also secretly hates that he loves. (it always earns neil lots of frustrated kisses later on)
so yeah. i'm trash for neil being adorable, but even more than that, neil being adorable while also being the hot-headed badass he is. i love how he can go from sweet soft boy with his family to terrifying force of nature on the court to complete and total asshole towards those who fuck with him/his family. the duality! i love him.
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theravenkin · 2 years
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it's always "neil's daddy issues" this, "neil's daddy issues" that-- when are we gonna start talking about the mommy issues plaguing every single one of the foxes
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