Tag: thank you op

dysfunctional-college-roommates:

Okay, so this is my very last-minute gift for @nakasomethingkun through @aftgexchange. So, I meant there to be stuff related to the 4th of July and to Andreil reuniting during their long-distance relationship, and this… sort of has that stuff. Anyways, it might not be exactly what I meant it to be, but I kind of like it, so hopefully you will, too?

[Now on AO3 with some minor edits]

Neil Josten didn’t pay much attention to birthdays. He willfully ignored his own, did little more than slide a phone to Andrew on his, and in that tradition, America’s birthday was hardly a blip on Neil’s radar.

Other people turned the Fourth of July into an entire spectacle party. Other people woke up early, spent hours in the car, and made their way to a beach or a backyard. They made small talk with people they would have avoided otherwise; they drank more than they would have otherwise; they ate food they wouldn’t have otherwise. Other people turned a regular day into something else, like it was so unique that this country had come to be.

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some soft andreil fic recs

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