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jingerhead · 3 years

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Alright so I'm writing even more soft andreil headcanons

This time feat. the cats

King and Sir are the most spoiled cats in existence. Neither Andrew or Neil make any attempt to hide this. These cats get extra treats, attention whenever they want, high quality food and a huge tower amongst other things. Once Sir was sick and both of these men were losing their minds (she was okay, it turned out it was some sort of stomach bug)

Andrew took over laundry duty after he caught Neil washing his clothes with dish soap in the dorms. Neil's excuse was that all the other laundry machines in Fox Tower were being used and he really needed to wash his shirts. ("It smells good, I promise - " "That's not the issue, Neil...")

Sometimes, when things get bad, these two will look for something to focus on. One day, Andrew hands Neil some headphones so he could listen to some music. And while he would usually never wear them because he needs to be alert and aware of his surroundings at all times, Neil accepts them so long as Andrew holds his hand and can be on the lookout for him. In the future, in their own apartment, he gets to return the favor.

These two rarely get sick but if they do, it's awful. Neil knows when he gets sick and he'll admit it, but he'll also complain the entire time. On the other hand, Andrew does everything in his power to convince everyone he isn't sick, even though he has a fever and can't stop sniffing. Whenever there's the slightest sign of Andrew being ill, Neil starts giving him more water to drink immediately until he can assess the symptoms.

The cats aren't technically allowed on the bed, but they climb in anyways. For the first few times they hopped onto the mattress, Andrew and Neil would push them off, but eventually they just let them do whatever they wanted. The cats enjoy cuddle piles if they're in the mood for it.

No matter what, these two will try to have dinner together every night after they move into their apartment. It doesn't always happen, but they'll call each other if they can while away. There's no rule or meaning to it, it just becomes tradition.

They're not sure what to celebrate for the holidays. Neil never got a chance to celebrate anything, and the homes Andrew had stayed in never gave him a chance to, either. Therefore, they start getting each other things throughout December, and that flows to other holidays, too. They never go out for Valentine's day, but hey, they do go out in public more throughout the month. Why celebrate Halloween for one day when you could do it for the whole month? Why reserve one day to give each other gifts when you could surprise your partner any day of the year? For them, it's more fun this way.

Neil asks for every kiss he wants. It doesn't matter if they just pressed a quick touch to each other's lips or if they were making out a second ago, he'll ask if he wants another. And every time that happens, it makes Andrew's heart beat a little faster.

Neil wants a duck. He wants a duck so badly, but Andrew won't budge on that never becoming a thing. To make up for it, they go to a lake nearby and toss breadcrumbs to the ducks there. Neil names them all.

Andrew doesn't like hiking, but Neil manages to convince him to go on trails all the time. They hike up mountains, they hike along boardwalks, they hike through forests, and every time they get to whatever destination they wanted to, Andrew maybe - just a little bit - thinks hiking was worth it if it makes Neil smile like that.

Sorry for some shorter ones today lovelies, take care of yourselves! I hope you enjoyed!

#aftg #aftg headcanon #tfc #tfc headcanon #all for the game #all for the game headcanon #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil headcanon #andriel #neil josten #andrew minyard #why am i making so many of these #they just keep popping up in my head #soft andreil fuels me i will be making more #thanks so much for reading lovelies!#jinger's works

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aftgficrec · 3 years

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Staff Recs - Podfics

Lately we’ve noticed a lot of podfics streaming by our tumblrs from @ao3feed-thefoxholecourt, so we’re reccing some that we’ve listened to and enjoyed. Kudos to the fic writers of course, but also a big thank you to the intrepid podficcers who put in a lot of work for little notice or acclaim. - AFTG Fic Rec Fam

previous podfic ask here

Podfics by Ceewelsh of ‘i swear i only fell for you on accident’ series here (NB: this Allison and Kevin snark-fueled attraction fest is great fun to listen to! If the podficcer continues, part 4 will be a juicy rated M)

Podfics by Flowerparrish for ‘high up in the hills of california’ here (NB: includes author commentary, backstory, tidbits, sequel talk, and general fandom chat/headcanons)

10-15 minutes

NB: a multicast podfic of a podcast…! [podfic] i've been confused on how to move (real love's so hard to find) by growlery, knight_tracer, the24thkey [Rated G, 14 min, Complete, 2021]

Original by Talls recced here

Justin: John Doe says “I am a student athlete and I have an issue with someone on my team. The first time I ever met him, he hit me so hard in the stomach with a racquet that I went flying to the floor...

20-35 minutes

NB: it’s great fun listening to Neil on his worst behavior and Andrew’s family losing their minds! [Podfic] For He's A Jolly Good Felon by Aliteralgarbageheap [Rated T, 22 min, Complete, 2021]

Original by gluupor recced here

What's a guy to do when he's forced to go to his conservative, homophobic aunt and uncle's for Thanksgiving dinner?

Why, invite along his ex-con, tattooed, argumentative roommate as his fake boyfriend, of course.

NB: don’t miss hearing this au of Neil’s first interaction with Andrew — a sassy Harry Potter-esque howler and ode to the Grinch mashup — and Andrew’s lingering golden stare. [Podfic of] temper temper by Flowerparrish Pods (Flowerparrish) [Rated T, 21 min, Complete, 2020]

Original by Ominous here

“You paid for the deluxe package,” Neil says as he scrolls through his payment history to find his client's invoice. His system is simple:

Basic Package: Fuck you…

Intermediate Package: Fuck you, with passion…

Deluxe Package: Fuck you to hell…

And it looks like Andrew Minyard is the unlucky soul today.

NB: this fic is filled with rich descriptions that I read quickly but could more fully appreciate in the podfic version [Podfic] hands like birds by Aliteralgarbageheap [Rated T, 26 min, Complete, 2021]

Original by lolainslackss recced here

Busy working on his thesis and waiting tables, Andrew Minyard doesn’t have time to think about boys.

That doesn’t mean certain boys can’t be distracting, though, and between his cat-sitter who won’t stop flirting with him via post-it note and the new, unforgivably attractive kitchen assistant working at the restaurant, Andrew is very distracted indeed.

tw: ableism, tw: implied/referenced character death, tw: scars, tw: anxiety disorder

NB: an original podfic work! With a voice cast and sound effects! The Looking Game by Ceewelsh, impersonal_villain, mahons_ondine, mistbornhero, Poddragon27 (Penndragon27), Ravin, RhetoricalQuestions [Rated T, 5268 Words/33 min, Complete, 2020]

Don’t be mad, Andrew. And don’t take it personally. This isn’t about you. I wanted to make everything work. Dorming with you, Exy with the foxes, graduate from undergrad, go pro, go Court, and with you I wanted… with you.

I couldn’t make it work.

Don’t try to find me. I’ve been planning this for a while, I have resources, I’ll be safe. Don’t try to find me. Andrew?

A voice murmurs. The recording cuts out.

tw: kidnapping, tw: abuse, tw: torture, tw: drug use, tw: car accident, tw: implied major character death, tw: blood/gore, tw: gun violence

45 minutes to 1 hour

NB: I have a soft spot for Andrew’s pov, and now we get to hear it! And those concoctions Neil makes, omg. Maybe fill up on something healthy before listening? [Podfic] Daily Special by Aliteralgarbageheap [Rated M, 45 min, Complete, 2021]

Original by moonix here

Detailing the fast and slow seduction of one Andrew Minyard by a coffee shop specialising in hot chocolate and rude baristas.

tw: mental health issues, tw: medication side effects, tw: dissociation, tw: implied/referenced rape/non con

2 hours plus

NB: the reader’s cadence and tone pair beautifully with andreil’s developing relationship and the healing nature of this fic [Podfic] right side of rock bottom by frecklebombfic (frecklebomb) [Rated M, 2h 26min, Complete, 2016]

Original by allyasavedtheday, recced here (Locked)

Neil thinks it might be the first time he’s taken a breath in days.

He hadn’t realised it because he’d been so caught up in packing and saying goodbye to everyone but now that it’s over he remembers his self-imposed countdown was meant to be up by now. It’s the end of the school year and five months ago, he thought he’d be dead by now.

Instead he has a team and a future and a home and Andrew.

(The last two might be interchangeable.)

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: alcohol, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

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phantaloon-books · 3 years

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All We Are is Bullets

AFTG songfic, Andreil centric, Andrew POV, inspired by Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance

Trigger warnings: violence, graphic descriptions of violence, death, major character death, gunshots, guns, gunshot wounds, injury, angst, hurt no comfort, sad ending, blood, car crash, life on the run. This one’s on the heavy side sorry.

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

I would drive on to the end with you, a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full

It had been over 7 months since they last had an encounter with anyone from the Moriyamas or the remaining of the Butcher’s people.

They had grown too comfortable, too soft. Andrew wasn’t even sure how that happened, considering both his and Neil’s upbringing, but it happened anyway. They were reckless and careless, jumping from town to town along the United States, jump starting cars and making gas station stops and robbing liquor stores, and they’d grown to feel safe.

What a ridiculous thing it is, safety. Neither Andrew nor Neil should be able to afford to feel safe.

But they did.

And these are the consequences.

Andrew shakes his head, pressing harder on the gas, willing the stolen sports car to just go faster. One hand on the wheel, the other hand hovering over Neil’s pressed against the bleeding wound on his stomach.

Neil’s breaths are getting rougher, and Andrew tightens his hand on the wheel. Of course Neil notices, and icy blue eyes look up towards haunted hazel.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry, I’ve dealt with worse, it’s gonna be fine,” Neil’s words are supposed to be soothing, but his voice is too hoarse for them to work. Andrew snarls.

“Shut the fuck up, Josten, just stay awake, I’ll get us out of here, and we’ll stop soon to patch you up.”

“They’re gonna be on our tails soon, Drew, I don’t-”

He breaks off in a coughing fit, his lungs rattle, and when he pulls his hand away from his mouth, Andrew sees the red that paints his hand. Andrew swears his soul leaves his body.

“I’ll pull over on the next stop-”

“Andrew, we don’t have time to stop right now, you know we don’t, it’s fine, I’ll be fine, if we stop we’re dead.”

Andrew knows that’s true, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate it. Instead he holds on to Neil’s hand tighter, and Neil’s expression softens.

“Until the end, forever, remember?”

I will drive until the end with you. I mean this forever.

This isn’t supposed to be their lives. They were supposed to be done after the shitshow that was Neil’s freshman year. The Moriyamas were supposed to leave Neil alone. The FBI was supposed to deal with what was left of the Wesninski circle. They never should have trusted the feds to do their fucking job. Instead what was left of the Wesninski claimed war on the Moriyamas and Hatfords. Ichirou was beyond furious, with both Wesninskis and Hatfords out for blood and revenge. And he blamed it all on Neil.

Andrew would never understand the Moriyama lord’s logic. To blame a mob war on a 19 year old kid, whose only crime was being born to two mob families, one of which was tied to the yakuza.

But they were out for Neil’s blood then. Had nearly killed him outside the Court the first time, he would have been shot in the head if it wasn’t for his incredibly quick instincts. The shot hit his shoulder instead. They didn’t wait for a second time, Andrew just shoved their stuff in a bag, took Neil’s remaining money and together they ran. He only left a letter for Aaron, and he didn’t regret leaving their family behind.

Neil had been upset with Andrew at first.

“You have no idea what you just did, Andrew! You have no idea what it’s like to run for your life every single day, not knowing if you’re gonna live long enough to see the next, you have no idea what you just did!”

“I don’t care about that, Neil.”

“You should! This isn’t a little adventure, this isn’t a road trip, this is fighting to stay alive, and bullets and knives and hiding and lying forever!” his voice broke, and dropped to a whisper, “I never wanted to put you through this.”

“You’re not understanding me here, I’m trying to show you but you don’t understand. You mean too much to me to care about all the things you’re saying, I’d end my days in a hail of bullets to keep you safe, I would drive on to the end with you, I’ll keep running with you to prove to you how much you mean to me.”

Leaving bought them 4 more years.

Until today.

Until the end of everything.

The sun is going down on the highway as Andrew floors it, going too high above the speed limit running from Neil’s demons. But he’d signed up for this, as Neil had so kindly put it. Neil’s hand trembles, growing cold. His blood is slowly pooling on the car seat below him. He fights to hide his grimace, but his face is pulled tightly in pain anyway.

“I’m going to fucking stop, Neil.”

“Goddammit, Andrew! No, we can’t afford to stop, right now!”

I’m trying to let you know how much you mean.

“Andrew, we’re not stopping, I can hang on however long we need to get somewhere safe.”

“Nowhere is safe, Neil, we’ll never stop,” Andrew can’t help the snarl, anger is curling inside his chest and it’s too much, “You’re bleeding out, don’t you understand? We need to stop now.”

“I know this is frustrating for you, Drew, I get it, but we have to wait until we reach somewhere safer-”

“Goddammit, Neil-”

The car is thrown forward at once, and Andrew has to take both of his hands to the wheel to stop the car from veering sideways and crashing. With a curse, he takes a look through the rearview mirror, and he curses once more.

Fuck.

They’d been too busy arguing to notice the black SUVs and trucks on their tails. There’s a lot of them, nondescript, but obviously Moriyama. Andrew’s heart starts to race, as he wills the car to go faster, beyond its own limits. But there’s too many of them. There’s no way they’ll make it out this time.

He glances at Neil, blank mask long forgotten, worry and dread and terror seeping out of him like it never has before. Because Neil is crying softly, despite the serenity of his entire posture. Tears are streaming down his face, eyes closed but body and face relaxed.

The car is nearing 200 mph when Neil opens his eyes, tears flowing freely. The black SUVs are getting impossibly closer, caging them on the sides.

“I’m so sorry, Drew,” Neil’s voice is a shattered whisper, and it breaks Andrew’s already shattering heart, “I never wanted to get you involved in all of this, I never wanted this life for you, I’m so so sorry, I ruined your life.”

“Shut the fuck up, Neil, I chose this, I chose to run with you, I wanted-” the words are stuck in his throat and he can’t get them out. I wanted to spend however much time was left with you. That’s how much you mean to me. That’s how much this means to me. “I meant it then, and I mean it now, Neil Josten, until the end.”

Neil’s eyes are pained, something like grief and sorrow shining through the icy blue. But he still forces himself to smile, as if he can read what Andrew thought, and Andrew knows full well he does.

“We’ll show them all how much we mean.”

The first shot comes from Andrew’s side and he barely manages to dodge the bullet that cuts through the glass like it’s nothing, shattering the window at once. Neil crouches with a cry, and Andrew shoots a glance his way as much as he can as he attempts to keep the car under control. Neil’s right shoulder is bleeding, the window on his side just as shattered as his own. Andrew didn’t even notice the car getting close enough to Neil’s side, or the shot aimed his way. Neil feels his stare, the overwhelming alarm and horror that drowns Andrew from the inside, and turns pained yet calm eyes his way.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

Understanding.

Neil knows he’s not going to make it, they are not going to make it. This is going to be their last run. With a deep breath, Andrew buries all the fear and worry deep down, and stares at Neil with nothing but determination.

“I’m about to get us killed, but when it stops, we run in the other direction and into the city, we hide as best as we can.” The or die trying goes unsaid, but Andrew knows Neil understands, he always does.

“I love you, until the end of everything.”

Andrew stares at Neil, and he wants to say I love you too, you mean everything to me, but instead what comes out is “Hang on, tight,” and he hits the brakes at once.

Despite Andrew’s eidetic memory should make sure that he remembers what happens next, but it’s all a blur, and when he can get to consciousness and focus his eyes, it’s to Neil half carrying him as he limps his way down the highway, looking frantically behind him. A quick glance behind them and Andrew sees the wreck he left behind; cars pile one on top of the other, some are on fire, including the one they were driving, and they set each other aflame, like pouring fuel on scarecrows. Moriyama men are dragging themselves out of the cars, and trying to find a way out of the wreck. Andrew can’t help the smile. He didn’t think they’d make it after braking a car going 200 mph, but he somehow manages to make his legs listen to him, as his ears echo.

Neil notices when he feels Andrew take back some of his own weight, turns a bloodied and dirty face at him, and smiles back brightly. Neither of them have much hope of making it to the other side of the road and finding a place to hide, but in that one second, they begin to run hand in hand, and things are okay, despite Neil’s bleeding wounds, and Andrew’s aching head.

They both know it won’t last long, so Andrew pulls Neil for a kiss, as long as he dares to, it’s merely a brush of their lips, but it’s everything that matters.

They’re about to reach the other lane when the first shot rings through the air, but Neil’s always bright instincts pull them both out of the way. They would be helpful if there were two or three men, but Andrew risks a glance back. There are dozens of men regaining their composure, readying their weapons, and before he knows what’s happening, both Neil and him are hitting the ground hard.

Neil just pushed him.

And then the bullets come, lead rain passing through phantoms.

He’s too disoriented at first, but then burning pain lights his body, like nothing he has ever felt before. He gasps, but he pushes through the pain, and forces himself to look around. He doesn’t have to look far, he finds what he needs next to him.

“Neil! Neil!” His voice seems far, far away, but Neil is looking up at the blue, blue sky, breath coming in insignificant little huffs, more like sighs than breaths. Blood is pooling underneath them. “Neil, look at me, stay with me.”

Moving hurts, burns, but he makes himself push through it harder, until he’s somehow leaning on his side, with a clear view of Neil. Neil who’s bleeding too much. Neil who has too many bullet holes on his body. Neil who just pushed him to the side to protect him. Neil who is bleeding out. Neil who despite everything turns his head so he’s facing Andrew, even if his eyes are still looking up.

Andrew’s own eyes are blurring with unshed tears, and he blindly reaches forward to grab Neil’s hand lying limply by his side.

He feels like he’s falling.

Neil’s lips are turning red, and he’s coughing, choking, trying to force out words that can’t come out. He gasps and moans in agony, and Andrew’s own chest hurts, not just from the bullets he couldn’t escape. This is it, a pool of blood, falling and touching hands.

“Neil, look at me, look at me, it’s gonna be alright, we’re gonna be alright.”

Andrew’s own voice is cracking. He doesn’t understand how Neil remains awake, but his stubborn idiot rabbit is still breathing. With another strained whine and a choked sob, their eyes meet at last. Icy blue and deep hazel, one last time.

And Andrew is falling, falling, falling.

He squeezes Neil’s hand as tightly as he can, and chokes out a whisper despite the metallic taste flooding his mouth, “It’s okay, we’ll be okay, just let go, it’s okay.”

He feels the thuds of footsteps approaching, but black is already creeping at the edges of his vision, his eyelids are growing heavy, and Neil’s own breaths are coming slower.

Neil closes his eyes, and Andrew closes his as Neil’s shredded chest stops moving.

I’ll meet your eyes, I mean this, forever.

lol sorry

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#all for the game #aftg fanfic #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc fanfic #tfc #tkm #trk #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #this was dark lmao #ngl i made myself cry for a bit there #demolition lovers

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