um so i wrote this whole thing and then accidentally went back a page and lost it ALL so this is sort of abridged bc i dont have the patience to redo the whole thing also it’s only sort of relevant to the prompt? it’s just cute andreil and the foxes having no chill that’s close enough right??
so they’re in the dorm on the couch, (nicky and kevin are on the beanbags)
andrew’s against the arm rest reading a book and neil’s sitting in the middle watching exy, just far enough away that andrew doesn’t feel trapped (andrew has his toes under neil’s thigh to reassure him that it’s okay)
at some point a strand of andrew’s hair falls in front of his eyes and he can’t really be bothered to move it but neil reaches over absentminded and slow and brushes it back away from his face
his eyes are still on the screen
nicky couldn’t get a picture but he’s live tweeting this shit, honestly, what a beautiful moment to have witnessed
neil and kevin, in unison, says “nicky watch the game this is important” when they see him on his phone
nerds
on the flip side, when neil’s studying his hair’s all over the place. it’s always all over the place but he runs his hands through it when he’s stressed so it’s just a mess
and andrew will walk up behind him and tie it up in a lil pony tail for him (with copious amounts of just running his fingers through his hair bc like… come on)
a concept:
andrew getting really used to
physical contact from neil
he accepted
neil lacing their fingers together pretty quickly
or neil’s fingers in his hair
and neil
kissing him
it took him
a little longer to say ‘yes’ to neil’s hands elsewhere, like his shoulders or
his chest, but he got there eventually
but can you
imagine
when one
morning in columbia
weeks and
months and maybe even years later
neil wakes
up, on his back, sleep still heavy on his limbs and his mind
but after
like a minute
he realises
that’s not just sleep that’s heavy on his limbs
there’s
hair in his face but he’s just got a haircut so??
that’s not
his??
so neil
opens his eyes
and is
immediately met with a schock of blond hair
and slowly
his mind starts to comprehend that right there
right. there.
a certain goal
keeper has his head on neil’s shoulder/chest
and an arm thrown
over neil’s middle
and neil’s
face is still buried in andrew’s hair
he can
smell the faintest trace of his own shampoo that andrew always denies he uses
and at some
point when he was still sleeping he had curled his arm around andrew’s shoulder
and neck and buried his fingers in his hair as well
and neil
doesn’t dare to move even just an inch
but he
can’t help the stupid grin that forms on his lips
and the
warm, fluttery feeling that bubbles up in his chest and his throat
and he
closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and just relishes the weight of andrew’s head and arm on his body and the
way his heavy breath ghosts along neil’s collarbone
anon: 10/10 would be down for more of that Jake au!!!
anon: Ohmygod please make that a thing
soooooo apparently y’all liked it? for those curious, here’s part 1, and there is at least one more scene in my head if y’all want it
Of all the things that Andrew has been forced to give up and change about himself, he’s refused to stop smoking, and he’s refused to stop wearing his armbands. He’s not giving up his nicotine, and no one is seeing his scars.
“Jake” – that’s not his real name, Andrew has learned, and his current name is Noah – doesn’t seem to mind the smoking, though it’s obvious that his mother has tried to quit and is bitter at Andrew for making that worse. Good. Fuck her.
“Antagonizing her isn’t going to help anything,” Jake says, watching Andrew from the corner of his eye as they wait on the sidewalk for “Brenda” to get them from school.
Andrew drags from his cigarette. He doesn’t care. She hasn’t been welcoming to him since he joined in their little runaway tag-team. Trust must be hard for her, not that he has any pity for a woman who packed up and ran at the first sign of trouble.
Jake sighs. “You find it amusing, don’t you?”
“Nothing else to entertain me,” Andrew says. He doesn’t want it to sound meaningful, but it does, and Jake isn’t stupid, even when he’s pretending to be.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 