#andrew aftg

[fairylwt]

just thinking about the fact that when neil realised his father’s men were about to kidnap him all he could think of was saying “thank you. you were amazing.” to andrew because he wanted him to know that he was important to neil. just thinking.

[literary-claustrophobia]

The foxes showing up to practice all dressed like Wymack, complete with wigs and fake tribal tattoos. Wymack turns to Andrew, thinking he'll be safe cause there's no way they convinced him to do it. But when he does, all he sees is Andrew taking a long drag of a cigarette wearing something he obviously stole from Wymacks own closet.

[dysfunctionalcreature]

this came to me in a vision

[quequeishere]

pt 3 of the tangled au (can y’all guess who Madam Flamingola Flaming Hot Cheetos is)

[starrycassi]

Yk how Allison's middle name is Jamaica? Yeah so imagine one long lost cousin that misses her comes to watch a game. Andrew is, per usual, uninterested. At least until that boy — he's tall, lanky, younger than them, comes running down the stands after they win, waving his hands and grinning.

"AJ! You won! That was fucking amazing!"

And, oh. Oh. Suddenly, he can't breathe.

Neil is there in a second, so is Kevin. He can't breathe.

[vampratx]

caught in the act!

[vkeyqqq]

Abstraction 🦎

I need a break after this jobbbb >,>

[sunriseabram]

Imagine Andrew in the supermarket with Neil and he sees a little kid, a seven year old, holding his mother's hand. He sees the mother putting toys in the cart. He sees her bending down to talk to him, to kiss his head and ruffle his hair. He sees the kid laughing, smiling, so innocent, so happy.

And he is frozen for a second.

Because when he was seven, someone looked at him and forced their way into his bed. Because when he was seven, so tiny, so innocent, so frail, someone took advantage of him. Because when he was seven, he was an object to those around him. He wasn't a human. He wasn't loved.

He looks at the kid and the only thing he can think is:

How could someone do the things they did to me when I was seven? How did they look at me, so defenceless, so desperate to be loved, and hurt me like they did? I was a child. I was a child.

He takes Neil's hand and he squeezes it tight. And if he later pays for the mother's shopping, well that's no one else's business.

[exy-conspiracies]

Andrew Minyard doesn't actually have knives in his armbands. He has CLAWS because he is a werewolf. It would explain his anger...his irritability...it all adds up.

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[ravlykpavlyk]

andrew, to neil: stop being so sappy

also andrew, to neil: here are matching armbands <3 also I bought you a phone <3 and even chose you the same song for ringtone <3 i GaVe YoU kEy AnD CalLeD iT hOmE <3 I'd blow you <3 n e i l <3 <3 <3

[luneillusoire]

flashbacks

my last year Andrew art in red palette!! i slightly changed it, so now it looks a bit different

[fairylwt]

post tkm andreil makes me so feral. imagine them going on drives at 3am just because they can. neil falling asleep on andrew when they’re laying on the couch. andrew giving neil forehead kisses. neil hugging andrew from behind. andrew buying fruits for neil even though he himself hates them. neil trying to bake sweets for andrew. them holding hands when they’re sitting next to each other. them studying russian together to be able to talk without their friends understanding. them getting cats and referring to each other as “dad” when talking to the cats. andrew buying neil a camera for him to take pictures of their shared life. them staying together and loving each other.

[bimafe]

five-year-old andrew dreamed of having a family. seven-year-old andrew began to dream of having an older brother to protect him. twelve-year-old andrew realized that this would never happen, that no one but himself would ever even think of saving him. sixteen-year-old andrew decided that he would protect those he thought were his by making deals. nineteen-year-old andrew thought he had found his man, someone he could trust. twenty-year-old andrew realized that he could trust no one else and that he would never be happy when he learned that neil had lied to him, that neil nathaniel was now dead.

[the-siren-queens-lover]

Andrew Minyard, everyone

[quequeishere]

big fan of women

[starrycassi]

Today in Jean and Neil's bestfrienderism. With a side of Andrew being Andrew. And domestic Andreil.

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Jean is having a panic attack.

Well, not quite. It's not a full blown attack, yet. But it is close. Very, very close. He is thirty. He is alive. He is Jean Moreau and he has endured so, so much. He is, somewhat, free. As free as the cattle are in a pasture. As free as the shrimp are to the breeding pond.

He has a wonderful husband. He is reconnecting with Kevin. He visits Cat and Laila whenever their schedules allow them the time to do so. He has a dog — well, he technically has three. Charbon is his, and his alone. She is a wonderful Black Labrador that Dobson appointed him. The other two, Caramelo and Dulce, (both named by Catalina, of course) are his and his husband's.

Charbon is moving as soon as he's clawing at his neck. She knows what to do. She knows what to do.

"-breathe. In, and out. Com'on, Jean. It ain't hard. In, and out. You're, like, an athlete. In, and out. You don't even smoke. In, and out. Drew? Water, yes. In, and out."

That's, unfortunately, not the voice of a cybernetically enhanced service dog. It's a different type of animal. Neil Josten.

He manages to make his brain claw around, trying to find where his hand is (in his neck, of course) and puts it up, flipping the bipedal cockroach off.

.

Jean doesn't have a panic attack. Thanks, Charbon.

He's still on the edge. He plays with the dog's ears, floppy and bendy. She seems content to let him do so. They're all on the floor. The two cats are in Neil's lap. Andrew is in the kitchen.

"Breathing okay? Didn't break a rib, did you?"

Jean flips Neil off again.

"I take that as a no. But we did do a RCP training course, you know? Aaron was being a little bitch about me being 'death-prone' or whatever. So you wouldn't even have died. Not on our watch"

"Pretty sure RCP is not the standard solution to panic attacks, junkie" Andrew says, sounding bored, while he walks into the room, tray in his hands. "Panic attacks, also, don't really kill people that often. He would've fainted, at worst"

"Should be standard. Gets the heart right again, does it not?"

Andrew drops the tray to the floor. Only, he doesn't drop it. The jug full of ice and water is intact, as is the glass right next to them. Jean serves himself a glass, drowning it as quickly as possible. It stings. It helps, with the whole "I hate my throat" thing. Harm reduction, Dobson called it.

"You're such a fucking idiot" Andrew says, before reaching down to tug Neil's hair. Neil looks up, their eyes lock, and Jean feels so disgusted that he almost forgets why he's on the floor, to start with. Can they be any less PDA-inclined?

Then again, Jeremy and him are worse. So.

There's silence. And, then, "Jean. We could find a way"

Jean is confused. Andrew, clearly, is not. Jeremy and him love each other, but even theh can admit that there's no other couple with such a level of telepathy as the Josten-Minyard one. It's quite off-putting.

" 'We' sounds like a lot of people" Andrew complains, his tone one of slight annoyance. Regardless, he drops down next to Neil. One of the cats migrates to his lap. He absentmindedly scratches its head, just like he did Neil.

"I'm not following"

They both look at him like he's an imbecile. In return, he glares.

"To get you out of the contract" Neil clarifies. Except, that doesn't clarify anything. Jean Moreau, even as a free man, belongs to the Moriyamas. Not the Nest, or Riko, anymore. It's as much freedom as anyone like him can wish for. Jean Moreau has, is and will endure.

Yes, he hyperventilates whenever the topic of children comes up. Because Jeremy wants kids. A big, happy, loving family. Jean, unfortunately, wants the same.

He doesn't want kids as much as he fears his debt. Their future. His work. Their worth.

Andrew made the offhand comment of Aaron's twins coming to visit next week. About how it seems that the whole group of "Neil's friends" are eager to overpopulate the world with mini nuisances and how he pitied the teachers that had to ever work with such offspring. How it feels like they're the only ones sane enough to avoid such a burden. He didn't mean anything by it. That didn't stop Jean from spiraling. Intent and reaction are, often, not the same thing.

"I stress that you should just get the Care Bear to replace you. He likes Exy. He likes you. Surely we can guilt him into agreeing"

"Non," he answers immediately. They've had this conversation. Jeremy has offered. Jean has refused. It is enough, that one of them is tainted by the Moriyamas. Jeremy's life is not and has never been perfect, but Jean refuses to add a whole ass mafia deal to that.

Andrew shrugs, unapologetically. Jean is not offended. Andrew is a no-nonsense kind of man. A "straight to the point" kind of man. He, probably, thinks that his suggestions are helping, somehow.

"There has to be another way." Neil muses, looking at the ceiling. "We already negotiated with Ichirou, once. Maybe time's made him softer? He's got kids, now. Fatherhood softens people up. Or so I hear."

"Your father tried to kill you. At least thirty times. Almost succeeded half of those, too" Jean reminds him, trying to stay out of the whole family conversation. Neil has never been one for careful sentences. He doesn't mean anything by it. Then, again, intent and reaction.

"It's his personality. He brings out the worst in people" Andrew adds, interlocking his pinky with Neil's pinky, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Gross.

"Rude. Also, Ichirou is way more level headed than Nathan. We could try, at least."

"Absolutely no, you neuron-lacking flea."

"Over my dead body, Josten."

"Again, rude. You two never let me have any fun. Kevin is influencing you too much, I swear."

Jean doesn't feel like thinking about Kevin, so he takes out one of the bobby pins in his hair and throws it at Neil's face. Andrew snorts. Charbon looks at the interaction with curiosity. So does Neil.

There is silence, again. For a while. And, then, "Neil will play Exy until he can't, anyways" Andrew points out.

Jean is confused. Neil, clearly, is not. He looks at Andrew with such an open expression of vulnerability and worry, that Jean has to look away.

"Drew, you know that-"

"I said 'life', didn't I? Same team. Same house."

"Five years ago."

"Haven't changed my mind."

"Still. I know you hate it."

"As much as I hate you. I've put up with you this long. I will handle it."

"Are you two always this fucking cryptic? Jesus Christ"

They share a look. Andrew nods. Neil hesitates. Andrew pokes him in the ribs.

"Andrew is willing to make a deal. We- we talked about it, some years ago, when Kevin had that skating accident. It's, uh, a backup plan. Asking Ichirou to pass the contract down."

"For a price." Andrew adds. As if that isn't the most unhinged, crazy and stupid thing Jean has ever heard them say. And God knows that that's a very high list.

"You're joking with me."

"Do I look like a fucking clown, Moreau?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I will not pass down my burden to you. Plus, it is, surprisingly, a decent plan. There is no other goalie out there who is making more money than you. Ichirou would be stupid if he didn't agree. Which means that you have to keep that option open. Neil is constantly looking for new ways of getting himself killed. I will not tolerate having you, either of you, on the chopping block for me. Not if I can help it"

He is angry. Do they think so selfish? So entitled? So uncaring? He feels nauseous. Charbon puts her paws on his chest, licking his face. He shouldn't feel offended, but he does. They don't mean anything by it. Intent, reaction.

"I'm already involved with our dear asian Shobhuza. Pretty sure he doesn't like me, already."

"Non. Absolutely no. Don't even- no. No. Are you listening to me? Never."

They glare at each other. Years ago, Jean would fold, Andrew's gaze reminding him too much of handcuffs and needles. He doesn't.

"Dramatic" Neil mutters in singsong. They glare at him, now. He has the audacity to giggle.

"We'll figure something out." he says, so sure of himself. How can someone so short be so full of confidence, Jean will never know.

"Even if we don't," Andrew adds, with something close to warmth in his tone, "surely the two of you can survive without passing on those dreadful genes of yours for a few more years"

"We were thinking of fostering" he murmurs, softly. So softly that he's unsure if they heard him or not. Andrew freezes, midway through petting his cat. Neil's eyes widen. Charbon gives a friendly bark.

Andrew and Neil look at each other. Do they ever do anything else?

"We'll find a way," Andrew says. Promises. Begs. Asks. Neil nods, gaze heavy with duty. They hold hands. Neil squeezes. Andrew squeezes back.

Jean feels like he might have another panic attack. How can they be so reckless? For him, out of all people?

Then, again, he would do the same. Sacrifices and promises.

Is there any other way to live?