annawrites:

because the best way to spend your weekend is in bed reading fanfic that will make you feel all the things, right? as usual i’m including ratings and summaries but please check any warnings before you read.

middle of my mind by sikenswinter (M)

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.“
– Richard Siken, You are Jeff. Crush (2005)

Or,
where Andrew and Neil go on a late night escapade and engage in Soft™
activities, like truth or dare, driving around aimlessly, laying under
the stars, listening to their playlist, and overall Extra Fluff™.

Work is inspired by Siken’s poem.

sugar, spice, and something nice by ephemeralsky (T)

Andrew appears by his side seconds later, takes one
look at the charred disaster, and says, “At least you did not burn the
Tower down.”

Neil sighs. Happy birthday, he thinks mockingly as he chucks the brownie into the garbage bin.

(or: Neil finds a new hobby and indulges his family with sweets,
Andrew indulges Neil, and they both can’t stop staring at each other)

perfect by spanglebangle (G)

Ten years on, and things are just perfect.

this storm too shall pass by remux (not rated)

“I’m trying,” he wanted to say; wanted to take a deep
breath and return to where he’d been five minutes ago, wanted to have a
simple Sunday, wanted to tell Neil to keep going and get lost in his
hands.

What came out of his mouth instead was a sudden, angry, unbidden, “Can’t I catch a fucking break?”

sickeningly sweet like honey by rheniumvolution (T)

“Where to?” he asks, buckling his seatbelt.

“Do we need a destination?” Andrew asks.

Neil
thinks about it, but only for a moment. His skin still feels too tight,
and his heart is jack-rabbit fast in his throat. It almost makes him
smile. “Yes,” he says. “Otherwise we’re just running.”

‘till the gravity’s too much by benjji2795 (T)

Alternatively Titled: How Andrew Gradually Learns to be Soft