A messy thing I wrote in like an hour because I saw this post by @acerenee and then I realized I could use this with the prompt ‘on the commute home’ on the Andreil card from @aftgbingo so like. Yeah
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Neil needs to get to work, and this line hasn’t moved for the past fifteen minutes.
It’s not often that he has to go to campus, because most of his classes are taught online.
Today, however, is special; he needs to physically be on campus for a faculty meeting. But he’s going to be fucking late because somebody is holding up the ticketing queue. He should’ve just gone for the ticket machines, in retrospect.
“Hey!” a man behind him yells. “What the hell is taking so long?”
A few other people shout their dissatisfaction and demand to know the same.
A slew of frantic sentences fly down the line. There is a buzz of murmured confusion among the people, and Neil sighs.
He pushes his way through the crowd to the front of the line. A tall, frustrated man is hunched over the ticket window, throwing a “Patience, please!” to the line of angry people behind him.
The problem is – he is speaking in Russian, and nobody can understand a lick of what he is saying. Nobody but Neil, anyway.
“Excuse me,” he says in Russian. “May I help you?”
The man stops rambling to the station agent behind the window and turns to Neil, eyes widening in surprise. Then his face breaks into relief and delight as he begins to explain that he needs to get to the museum but he wants a three-day pass that covers zones A to C, with a 1-day pass that covers only zone D.
Neil relays this information in English to an unruffled Minyard, who performs the transaction with brisk efficiency. It’s quite contradictory to his claims of I do not care about this job.
Ask and you shall receive. Thank you for the love! Stay scrunching babes.
Here are Part 1 and Part 2 of the high school AU for your reference, but this can still be read as a stand-alone 🙂
CW: Mild violence, underage drinking, implied self-harm, mention of a sexual relationship between a sixteen year old and a nineteen year old
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The thing about Andrew is that he finds it incredibly difficult to say no to Neil.
When he says he wants to steal a car and frame a senior for drug abuse, Andrew says okay. When he says he wants to watch Megamind again because it’s just so ridiculous and fun, Andrew says fine. When he says he wants to try out for the track and field team and asks Andrew to join him, Andrew says you owe me one.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game – Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, background renison Characters: Andrew Minyard, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Neil Josten, Matt Boyd, Betsy Dobson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Bakery, Alternate Universe – Bridal Boutique, author has zero knowledge on how bridal shops work, Mental Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Fluff, Light Angst, Flirting, Asexual Character, obscure French pastries Summary:
“Thanks for coming with me,” she says, keeping her eyes trained in front of her.
“It is not like I had a choice in the matter,” Andrew says, blowing out a stream of smoke through his mouth.
Renee’s lips curl into a smile. “Maybe you’ll win our next sparring match and I’ll finally have to buy you ten cartons of Haagen-Dazs.”
“It cannot be worse than tagging along to a bridal boutique.”
“Maybe,” Renee allows, humor in her voice. “But what kind of man of honor would you be if you didn’t come with me to choose a dress?”
(or: Andrew is a baker, Renee is a bride-to-be, and Neil is a dressmaker)
This is my fic for the AFTG Big Bang 2018 event! Huge thanks and lots of love to Christine (@c-dragon-art) for making kickass fanart for this fic, to Olivia for proof-reading it, and to @aftgbigbang for organizing this event. You guys fucking rock.
TWs: References to past abuse, descriptions of scars. Please let me know if you need me to add to the list.
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By the time the plane lands, Neil has managed to shake off the memory of his mother’s protective grip and urgent hisses. The passengers deboard and the airline employees bid them all a chipper thank you, we hope to see you again.
Neil takes his time, dragging his feet across the washed-out carpets while other people move in big groups around him, talking loudly as they lug their tropical holiday paraphernalia and hop onto the travelator. It’s different, he muses derisively, than all the other times he’s been at an airport, leisurely instead of vigilant.
The airport is old and smells like coconut lotion, and some parts are closed off for renovation. The arrival hall is quiet and dreary except for the rainbow banner that says Welcome to the Aloha State!
(or: Neil moves to a small town in one of Hawaii’s islands, where he works at a beachfront shop, breaks into a public swimming pool, learns how to surf, pillion-rides a motorcycle, and finds a home)
On the first day of summer break, Andrew returns to the dorm and says, I want to break up.
Well, his exact words aren’t I want to break up, because they never really use terms that other couples use, like we’re a couple, or we’re dating.
What Andrew says is, I want to put an end to this.
It’s the end of Neil’s first year, a few months after Baltimore, after spring break, after the championship. When Andrew had gone out earlier that day, right before the sun had risen, Neil had gone out for his run. He had returned to the suite, which had been as empty as when he had left, so after taking a shower and eating some apples, he had pulled out the Russian textbook they bought together and studied it.
He is quiet for a while, thinking, staring at Andrew’s unmoving face. In the scalding afternoon light, the planes of Andrew’s face are stark; strong lines that look like they’re drawn in fine ink. His cheeks are a bristling pink against his usually pale skin. It’s because of the heat, Neil knows. Freckles are sprinkled across the bridge of his nose like cinnamon.
If that’s what you want, Neil says, then I’ll go with it. But just know that I don’t want this to end.
Andrew doesn’t say, everything ends, like he once did. Instead, he continues to be silent.
On the first day of summer break, Andrew returns to the dorm and says, I want to break up.
Well, his exact words aren’t I want to break up, because they never really use terms that other couples use, like we’re a couple, or we’re dating.
What Andrew says is, I want to put an end to this.
It’s the end of Neil’s first year, a few months after Baltimore, after spring break, after the championship. When Andrew had gone out earlier that day, right before the sun had risen, Neil had gone out for his run. He had returned to the suite, which had been as empty as when he had left, so after taking a shower and eating some apples, he had pulled out the Russian textbook they bought together and studied it.
He is quiet for a while, thinking, staring at Andrew’s unmoving face. In the scalding afternoon light, the planes of Andrew’s face are stark; strong lines that look like they’re drawn in fine ink. His cheeks are a bristling pink against his usually pale skin. It’s because of the heat, Neil knows. Freckles are sprinkled across the bridge of his nose like cinnamon.
If that’s what you want, Neil says, then I’ll go with it. But just know that I don’t want this to end.
Andrew doesn’t say, everything ends, like he once did. Instead, he continues to be silent.
Hi! Thank you for sending me a prompt. I apologize that it took…3 months…to answer this….life has been crazy and I’ve been a lazy bitch who hasn’t been writing a lot.
This fic is basically a sequel to this high school AU, but it can be read as a stand-alone as well. It’s a bit rushed because I just remembered this ask last night, but I hope you like it! And I guess I made it just in time-ish for @andreilweek – I saw the prompt ‘felony’ and decided that it can be used with the prompt that you sent me, which is “Didn’t you hear? You’re dead,” based on this list. Thanks again ❤
CW: Bullying, implied homophobia, references to child abuse
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The thing about Andrew is that he is always watching.
“They’re not going to make it,” Neil predicts around a mouthful of popcorn, and true enough, the protagonist and his band of merry men indeed do not make it through the portal that would bring them to their home planet. While the characters on the television screen cuss and wallow at the face of adversity, Neil turns to Andrew. “These things are too predictable. Unrealistic too.”
Andrew hums in unspoken agreement, lightly kicking Neil’s foot so that he would return his attention back to the screen.
Hi! Thank you for sending me a prompt. I apologize that it took…3 months…to answer this….life has been crazy and I’ve been a lazy bitch who hasn’t been writing a lot.
This fic is basically a sequel to this high school AU, but it can be read as a stand-alone as well. It’s a bit rushed because I just remembered this ask last night, but I hope you like it! And I guess I made it just in time-ish for @andreilweek – I saw the prompt ‘felony’ and decided that it can be used with the prompt that you sent me, which is “Didn’t you hear? You’re dead,” based on this list. Thanks again ❤
CW: Bullying, implied homophobia, references to child abuse
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The thing about Andrew is that he is always watching.
“They’re not going to make it,” Neil predicts around a mouthful of popcorn, and true enough, the protagonist and his band of merry men indeed do not make it through the portal that would bring them to their home planet. While the characters on the television screen cuss and wallow at the face of adversity, Neil turns to Andrew. “These things are too predictable. Unrealistic too.”
Andrew hums in unspoken agreement, lightly kicking Neil’s foot so that he would return his attention back to the screen.
the maserati is soaring down the highway. the windows are down. the sky is black. charli xcx’s “boys” is blasting at full volume. people think nicky is the one to put the song on the radio. it’s andrew
Kevin: Riko is going to kill you.
Neil: Only if I die.
Kevin: Yes, that’s what killing you means.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 