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jemej3m · 5 years ago

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you’re out there, somewhere

Andrew liked to envision that he had impeccable self-control, that he was patient and calculative.

Really, he was just reluctant with trust and unforgiving. But impulse purchases? He was damn good at those.

“The fuck is this?” Kevin remarked, looking at the van Andrew had bought on a whim with the remnants of his savings. All Kevin wore was a singlet and shorts: his feet were nestled in the pine needles as he approached the vehicle.

The two of them had been living in a lake-side cabin, courtesy of Kevin’s late mother, escaping horrible ex-boyfriends for the summer and feeding themselves purely on Kevin’s ability to fish, and Andrew’s ability to remember what things weren’t poisonous. It’d been a fun summer, spent mostly lounging around, swimming, ignoring the water bills and waking in fits and starts.

One night it’d be Kevin, waking with a strangled scream and clutching his hand to his chest, the one his boyfriend had almost broken. The next night Andrew would stagger out of bed, unable to lie down without memories of overbearing hands.

They were only 18: fresh-faced, school dropouts with ‘missing’ files and no money. Small town boys, down on their luck.

Best friends.

They looked at each other.

“We could go find my father,” Kevin offered, fingertips brushing over the matte-grey exterior, almost irreverent. “And your brother and cousin.”

Andrew nodded, though his thoughts were far beyond his blood relatives, of whom Phil Higgins had enlightened him about when in juvie. No one had come for him. He was inclined to believe that they never would.

Instead, he thought of the blue-eyed boy. The coordinates to the next scrapbook, scrawled in the corner. The garnet hair and sparkling freckles, only captured in the corners of a few polaroid photos. The others were all of his friends, Matt, Dan, Allison, Renee, or places, food, adventures. Andrew wanted to see the next installment. He wanted to see if the trail lead somewhere.

He wanted to meet him. The unnamed boy, writing almost indiscernible, smiles muted but eyes glittering. Someone with corpselight in his eyes but freedom on his lips. Someone Andrew wanted to know.

His scrapbook boy.

Andrew had found the scrapbook in a shoebox, buried on a Seattle beach. It’d been a chance-like thing. In the box had also been a lighter, a pack of Marlboro Reds.

To mum, the dedication had started. Here’s what I’ve been doing whilst you’ve been gone. I never stopped moving, just like you made me promise. But I’ve found good people. I hope you’re at peace.

He’d shoved the cigarettes and lighter into his bag, because, well it was free shit, but he’d stopped a few feet away from the little time capsule. He’d never let himself feel remorse for his actions because dwelling on the past was useless, but his feet had backtracked anyway, his fingers involuntarily taking the scrapbook and shoving it into his bag, someone else’s backstory and collated thoughts weighing on his shoulders.

He didn’t know why he’d taken it. The person didn’t even know how to spell ‘mom’ properly. He wondered what it’d be like to have a mother that wasn’t blind or pretending to be. One who hadn’t given him up at birth. One who loved him.

It had ended up captivating him, coming with him when he got kicked out of home after home, when he grabbed Kevin by the scruff of his neck and ran away the night before they graduated. He wanted to go to those next coordinates. He’d looked them up at the local library. He knew where to drive.

“You’re lucky I have my license,” Kevin muttered, fiddling around with the seat after they’d piled everything into the van. They’d shoved two couches into the back, facing one another, instead of the double mattress Kevin had been sleeping on. Andrew would rather drive his head through a brick wall than sleep on the same mattress as Kevin, best friends or not.

Andrew had never been taught how to drive, too busy getting kicked out of foster homes as soon as he arrived. Cass had insisted she’d teach Andrew—Cass had been the closest thing Andrew had ever gotten to a mom—and even put him on the insurance policy.

Then they ran away.

The van’s engine chuffed to life as they rolled out of the gravel drive, leaving Kayleigh Day’s decrepit lakeside cabin behind. Andrew felt a slight hollowness in his stomach at leaving behind the one place he’d probably felt comfortable in, but it was fine: he had everything he owned in the back of the van, a gas stove, a scrapbook, his best friend.

Kevin made a loud cheering noise, winding down the windows and almost steering them into a pine in the process. Andrew turned up the radio and pulled his satchel into his lap, where the scrapbook was safely tucked away.

When they finally careened onto the highway, Andrew let the tension in his shoulders unravel, the wind curling through his hair. Kevin honked the horn—it sounded like a dying goose—and laughed.

Andrew let himself smile. Just a little bit.

the scrapbook au, which goes with @sinilumi‘s edit that they gave me for the winter exchange!! will andrew find his scrapbook boy? will kevin crash their van? how will they pay for petrol? who knows

#andrew minyard #kevin day #neil josten #andreil #scrapbook au #van life!!1!11!111 #aka: me projecting onto andrew and kevin because i want to buy a van and just vanish #all for the game #aftg #jem writes

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aftgficlibrary · 6 years ago

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Mutual Pining Masterlist

Andreil

a chance to start again by eikoexe (M | Incomplete | 10/?)

Andrew Minyard was a consulting detective - probably one of the best. He lived a life alone and only kept well to his demands, solving more crimes than nobody could think possible. Wymack usually said he was stuck up on the job, Renee had been suggesting he finds himself someone to live with, just so he wouldn’t live a life full of solitude. Andrew said he didn’t need it, didn’t want it, that he was perfectly fine the way he was. But what if one day he met a boy who stubbornly tripped into his life? Who had been wanted by his father for running away? Who needed a place to stay… and who needed a home?

And so Andrew’s life changed when he met Neil Josten.

–

Or alternatively, a Sherlock AU where instead of Johnlock solving crimes, we get our Andreil boys.

Something, Nothing & Everything by TheBashfulPoet (E | 139,900 | 28/28)

Neil Josten is yet another name in a long list of identities used to hide a boy long since dead from a past blood had been spilled to forget. Essentially, he is and always will be nothing. And yet there has always been one thing that made Neil Josten real: music. After his mother’s death, music and singing were the only things tying him the threads of reality by the strap of a well-worn guitar. Too bad he’s pretty sure that it’s also going to be the thing to kill him. Especially when Kevin Day, international rock star and blast of Neil’s past comes waltzing back into his life demanding he joins the upstart and infamous band EXY as its new vocalist. To make matters worse, Kevin’s unofficial shadow, Andrew Minyard with a rap sheet taller than he is has taken an interest in the lie that Neil Josten and has made it his mission to uncover the bloodied truth that lies beneath.

By all accounts, Neil should just pick up his guitar and disappear like he’s done so many times before, but the chance to be real and seen is almost enough for him to plant his feet for the first time in 11 years he’s been running. Going into the spotlight means certain death, but Neil’s just not so sure that leaving it would mean anything different.

stars may collide by broship_addict, llheji (M | 20,664 | 2/2)

Moonlighting as Abram, member of the city's crime-fighting Foxes, Neil is doing a very bad job at staying under the radar. He's busy enough between his friends, patrol, and bickering with Andrew at work, but with the Ravens gang finally within reach and the reappearance of the Monster, he might have bitten more than he can chew.

(Or, how both Neil and Andrew accidentally fall in love with the same person twice. Lame.)

You Made a Monster Out of Me by basicallymonsters (M | Incomplete | 3/?)

He realizes that everyone feels exactly the same way he does, filthy and buzzed and understood and angry. His eyes find Andrew again, sober but animated like the drums are a live wire and he’s electric.

He thinks, if he could be part of this, if he could stand in the middle of the stage in a garden full of monsters, and sing the audience’s veins open, he would never need another drink, or another moment on court.

Prompt: Andreil in a rock band setting – tattoos, harsh lighting, calloused fingers, Andrew’s sweaty arms, Neil’s striking blue eyes, someone’s excellent voice, an uncomfortable undercurrent of drug abuse.

don’t take that sinner from me by wesninskids (M | Incomplete | 2/?)

In Bono, Alabama, a southern town where nobody ever goes, Neil Josten is a blind boy who used to read and write stories. Now he tells them aloud for his friend to write down, but things are quick to turn bland where there’s no color to see. He finds comfort in religion, thinking God can give him his eyes.

Then Andrew Minyard arrives in town in a dusty Impala and a crumpled suit, claiming he’s there to help Renee Walker take care of the church after the local priest’s death. Everyone soon starts wondering what his motives are and why he’d exile himself to a dead-end like theirs, mistrusting every word—but they’re after the wrong threat. Disillusioned and disappointed by religion, this lonely man of God came for a greater mission than preaching and blessing. He’s after something, and he might have just found it.

The blind boy of the town will either be his salvation or damnation, and he’s not sure which one yet.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence /Underage

doe & josten: deductionists by spanglebangle (M | Incomplete | 25/?)

Andrew Doe, rude but brilliant consulting detective, thought he had no need of a partner as he worked slowly away at dismantling the largest crime family in the country, helping out with other cases on the side to relieve the tedium. That was, until a scruffy runaway with a stupid amount of secrets stumbled into his life. Or, more accurately, broke into his kitchen.

/Rape/Non-Con / Graphic Depictions of Violence

roses are orange, and some also blue by apprenticedmagician (T | 1,295 | 1/1)

Dear Valentine, They aren’t poisonous. I checked. From - your pipe dream

wanting what you think you cannot have by orphan_account (T | Incomplete | 1/?)

this was a fic written for the aftgexchange on tumblr, but i decided to continue it as a multi-chapter fic on ao3! this is a fake dating au with no seth, riko/the moryamas, and drake so it’s the softest thing you’ll ever read

neil is a runaway, andrew works at a bakery, and nicky is really, really nosy. being someone’s fake boyfriend is a lot harder than it looks, especially when you’re hardcore crushing on them

double scoop by broship_addict (T | 3,733 | 1/1)

Neil serves ice cream and Andrew might be addicted. There’s a lot of blushing.

Series: Part 1 of share a pint, share a kiss

only fools by kazbrekker_morelike_kazwrecker (E | 19,833 | 20/20)

A flower shop/coffee shop AU that no one asked for but appeared in my brain and had to get out. Neil never played Exy and never met the Foxes at PSU, but his story with his father remains the same. Neil doesn’t like people much but neither does Andrew and everyone knows coffee brings people together

the foxtrot’s not for the faint of heart by kazbrekker_morelike_kazwrecker, smolmoll04 (M | Incomplete | 3/?)

The Foxes are a dance group working their way up from being mostly underground and found their new studio and Wymack as their producer. The Moriyamas are a powerful human trafficking syndicate and instead of Exy, they deal in dance competitions. Neil’s father wanted to sell him to the syndicate but his mother was like NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH and ran with him.

Neil has found the Foxes and a familiar face… He also gets to meet a certain sarcastic five foot tall blond and things ensue…

trust fall by emeryuu (E | 9,948 | 1/1)

Neil is a florist who loves his job but isn’t going to refuse a second job if he can make good money from it. Even if the said job is bartending at a club. Even if that club is a BDSM club.

Andrew is a tattoo artist working at the studio next to neil’s flower shop. He’s a regular at Eden’s Twilight where he always can find a sub willing to do a scene with him.

One night they meet at the club and that’s a beginning of a new journey for both of them. What starts as simple deal to let Neil explore parts of life he hadn’t chance to explore, slowly becomes something much bigger.

Series: Part 1 of games

hazel and gold by obsessedwithfictionalboys (T | Incomplete | 4/?)

AU in which Andrew doesn’t hate everything and Neil does not know how to deal with this beautiful nerd.

Allison/Renee (renison)

we all need sweets every now and then by downintheflames (M | Incomplete | 1/?)

A storm rumbled towards the team as they ran laps on the lacrosse field. Wymack had proclaimed they needed to breathe real air to get all their bullshit out of their system. Allison had complained about the humidity ruining her hair before she stopped to watch the clouds trip over themselves in the sky. Renee liked to think that in another life, Allison would have been a storm chaser. She was staring at the sky in awe while Renee stared at her. Andrew cleared his throat loudly. Neil nudged him softly then silently assured her that she should continue on - that the vulnerability was a good thing. Nicky rambled on to no one in particular about how one time when he was in Germany with Eric… Kevin slid his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the clouds so he could look up exactly what kind they were when they returned to the dorms. Aaron grumbled about how stupid running laps outdoors was. Dan barked at them to get a move on - that they wouldn’t stop unless there was lightning. Matt immediately picked up his pace with Allison following behind him. Renee shook herself out of her thoughts. Allison was her best friend and nothing more. Andrew needed to stop acting like her saying that was such a joke.

too late. by icebreeze (T | 1,555 | 1/1)

Life never goes to plan. Love is no exception to this.

you, just you by zucheenee (M | 17,651 | 1/1)

Allison grabbed another slice of pizza, leaning back in her chair. Renee worried, not for the first time, that she’d fall and give herself a concussion. Allison sighed and flicked a lock of long blonde hair behind her shoulder, suddenly looking up and meeting Renee’s eyes. “Boys are just so stupid, right?” She said, smiling prettily at Renee. Allison always smiled prettily, and Renee wanted to die.

“Right.”

In which Allison can’t seem to find the right man, and Renee wishes Allison would get a clue.

lonely ♡s club by modernpatroclus (T | 1,719 | 1/1)

“Next time you need an outlet, come to me. I’ll take you shopping, not beat the shit out of you.”

“Andrew doesn’t usually beat me. I was distracted this morning.”

Renee realizes she’s tired of being set up with gay boys. Allison realizes that she’s ready to move on from Seth when she sees Renee after her latest sparring session with Andrew.

Jean/Jeremy (Jerejean)

playing on by flybbfly (M | 142,179 | 31/31)

"Who knew California Golden Boy Jeremy Knox could play dirty?”

Jeremy grins. “Best kept secret on the west coast. Told you there was a western division striker who could dispossess you.”

“On a practice court, maybe," Jean says. "Try to get it away from me during a game.”

Jeremy leans back, bracing himself on gloved hands. “Luckily, I won't ever have to.”

In which Jean Moreau and Jeremy Knox play exy, share a dorm room, and accidentally insult each another a lot.

between hoping and believing by cryptidkidprem (T | 47,332 | 7/7)

Jean convinced himself a long time ago that he doesn't have a soulmate. Or maybe he just wants to believe that. Things would be easier if he was destined to be alone. It will at least hurt less when he inevitably winds up that way anyway.

And then there's Jeremy, who's been dreaming of meeting his match for years. For some reason, Jeremy seems determined to convince Jean that sometimes he might actually be able to have the things he hopes for, and that soulmate or no, Jean Moreau has people who will stick with him.

Two Bros Five Feet Apart by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (M | 27,220 | 9/9)

Jeremy sniffed as he looked at his computer screen and the email he had just opened up. Every colourful picture and excited blurb just another stab to his tattered heart. And there at the bottom, the biggest blow of all, “non-refundable.”

He sighed and slammed his laptop shut, not caring that his rough treatment could damage it. Right now, he wanted to damage something. A significant portion of his savings had gone into these tickets and now he had nothing to show for it, no girlfriend, no awesome vacation, and absolutely zero chill.

Jeremy's girlfriend dumps him on the eve of a romantic vacation. Jean fills in.

dreams of being golden by poetatertot (M | Incomplete | 6/8)

The ocean is a healer. This Jeremy knows better than anyone. It’s why he came back himself, when all turned to nothing; it’s why he took the others under his roof when the shadows at their back threatened to swallow them whole. It’s why he lets Jean in when he shows up suddenly, his pale face a soft light in the darkness. Jeremy sees him and knows he can’t subsist as he is, alone.

The ocean can’t change Jean’s past, but maybe it can wash his future into smooth, clean sand the way it did for so many others.

Stupid (for you) by justdk (T | 1,647 | 1/1)

He’s not the only who cares for Jean, the entire team has his back, wants to see him get better. But Jeremy’s the only one who is completely, helplessly in love with Jean Moreau and it hurts.

Face to the Sun by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (G | 1,272 | 1/1)

Jeremy and Jean have been pining for each other for too long. The Trojans plan an intervention.

Series: Part 3 of All for the Game Tumblr Prompts

Shield for a Heart by neilskey (spellitwithyourpeas) (M | 54,949 | 16/16)

“It’s your choice, but you’re rotting away in here, Jean and no matter what she says, you can’t live in Abby’s spare bedroom forever. Time to start fighting again.”

Kevin’s hard and commanding tone was no surprise. The softness had been beaten out of him around the same time as Jean.

“What if I don’t want to anymore?”

Maybe it was because he had been half hidden in shadows-Jean had kept the shades drawn, but light still seeped in the cracks- but Jean thought he had seen something akin to understanding paint Kevin’s cool expression. “He’s gone. You survived. Play or don’t, it’s up to you, but you need to get out of this fucking house.” // Jean's first year at USC. Jeremy falls hard, Jean comes around eventually.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

eyes wide open by jaylocked (T | 13,496 | 2/2)

Jean blinked. Blinked again. Was sure he didn’t recognize the man on his doorstep, with his bright eyes and enormous grin and wavy blonde hair. Waited for him to explain himself with a simple raised eyebrow.

“Hi!” the man finally chirped. The sound was happiness channeled into a single word, and Jean wasn’t sure how he didn’t hate him already.

(based on the prompt from tumblr: "hi sorry I live below you and I hear your dog running around and barking all the time and– no no it's fine I was just wondering if I could pet it?" au)

Kevin/Jeremy

lit me up by thisisallmarvelsfault (M | Incomplete | 2/3)

When Jeremy goes to South Carolina to pick up Jean, he and Kevin go to the court with a bottle of vodka and Kevin brings up Nicky’s “list.”

[Or, the life and times of Kevin and Jeremy.]

Neil/Riko

burn, baby, burn by wesninskids (M | Incomplete | 3/?)

Nathaniel Wesninski is Riko’s precious #2, his best backliner, weapon of choice, and only mercenary—the first piece of his Perfect Court: in exchange of everything, thirteen year old Nathaniel gets his number tattooed on his cheekbone and becomes Riko’s partner for better or for worse. Soon Kevin Day and Jean Moreau join the envied line of Ravens and become partners in their turn, and the four of them chase after glory and find the missing pieces of their Perfect Court one player after the other, drunk on power and victory, caring for one another no matter what.

But then Nathaniel strikes a deal with Lola Malcolm to protect himself, and it’s all downhill from here.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

#masterlist #masterlistmonday #mutualpining #pining #andreil #renison #jerejean #kevin/jeremy #neil/riko #rikopair #violence #oneshot #complete #wip #fluff #angst #everything

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ao3feed-thefoxholecourt · 6 years ago

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None But You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FoLzUg

by gluupor

When Neil was eighteen he met and fell for Andrew Minyard. Their relationship seemed solid and unbreakable until Neil's mother found out about it and made him end it.

Six years later Neil still has a few regrets about breaking up with Andrew but he's completely over it. Really, he is. Although he does have to admit that it was easier to be over it before Andrew walked back into his life and started dating someone else.

A modern day adaptation of Jane Austen's Persuasion.

Words: 10281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of AFTG Andreil Bingo 2018

Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Matt Boyd, Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Thea Muldani, Kevin Day, Allison Reynolds

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, background Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds/Thea Muldani, background Kevin Day/Jeremy Knox, background Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker/Jean Moreau

Additional Tags: assumed/implied Kevin Day/Andrew Minyard, Alternate Universe, Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Families of Choice, Background Polyamory, Matt is a good bro, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, character injury, Blood, Broken Bones, instead of exy Kevin is obsessed with squash, the sport not the vegetable, everyone is bi, Except Andrew the Gay Disaster, Demisexual neil, AFTG Bingo 2018, Prompt: Old flame, Prompt: Slow burn, Prompt: Self-proclaimed love interest

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FoLzUg

#ao3feed #fanfic #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc fanfic

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alvarezforthegame · 6 years ago

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25 Days of Foxmas

Day One: Tree

super psyched to be posting this story!!! i love christmas and i’ve been working on this series for a few months!

you can read it here on ao3! or you can keep reading it under the cut!

Summary: Getting a tree is customary for Christmas, a long-standing tradition in most families, one that Neil never got. So Andrew brainstorms ideas with Bee and decides that Neil is getting a tree this year.

So Andrew wasn’t exactly a fan of the holidays. This had more to do with the fact that Neil had gone to the Ravens than anything else, because he felt that it was obvious that a shitty childhood would come with shitty childhood memories. He had expressed this opinion to Bee with blunt sincerity, and she had just nodded and asked if he wanted a candy cane to stir his hot chocolate with. He’d accepted the candy while he told her about how much he despised the holidays and gift giving and the adamance with which department stores pushed sales. He hated everything to do with the holidays and refused to participate.

So why was Andrew standing outside of the stadium, leaning against his car with Bee, smoking a cigarette and wrapped in a winter coat? Why was he texting Neil fervently, telling him to hurry his stupid ass up? Why did he have an extra jacket in the back seat? Why had he threatened Kevin to make Neil get off the court on time?

“Are you going to do anything with Neil?” Bee asked, her tongue swiping stray hot chocolate from the corner of her mouth. She reached forward and adjusted the little Santa figurine on her desk, aligning it with the reindeer and a moose baking cookies. “He might be interested.”

Andrew felt his brow drop into a glower, thinking about his dumb boyfriend and how he had probably never had a happy Christmas, and how he had overheard Dan and Matt planning to pool their money to buy Neil an extra pair of shoes so that he could run in the woods if they ever went back to Allison’s cabin.

“He’s never had a real Christmas,” was all Andrew said to Bee.

Because Neil was a little asshole who had never celebrated anything and dammit, Andrew hated the holidays but at least he had them. Nicky bought him gifts, and he and Aaron bitterly posed by the tree that they got every year. Even Bee made him peppermint hot chocolate after Thanksgiving ended.

Neil had never had that, Andrew knew. He had been on the run for so long, and more importantly, he had never learned to not stress about his money. Blending in didn’t cost a lot, and Kevin had felt inclined to inform him that chapstick didn’t count as a present. The problem was that Neil didn’t know how to celebrate, and he didn’t want anything because he didn’t know how to want anything. He didn’t understand that he was allowed to enjoy things, and that people wanted to buy things for him.

“Allison asked me what she should buy Neil for Christmas, but I don’t know what he wants.”

“Neil doesn’t want a lot, hm?” Bee was just asking questions to ask them - obviously Neil didn’t want a lot. He was a dumb idiot and Andrew was wondering if Wymack would get mad if Neil showed up to practice in his first set of dirty clothes again. Probably.

Neil’s head emerged from the doors of the court, stopping for a moment when he saw Bee sitting on the hood of the car alongside Andrew. He jerked forward for a moment, and then began walking, and Andrew realized that Kevin had probably shoved Neil forward because he was blocking the doorway.

Andrew had threatened Kevin that he would kill him the next time he laid a hand on Neil, but he figured that he could extend his holiday spirit to Kevin too, if he had to. Even annoying strikers had to be shown some cheer every once in awhile.

“Maybe you do some Christmas stuff with Neil? Do you remember what Nicky did for you and Aaron? Or maybe Nicky can take Neil out?”

“No, I want to take Neil. I remember what Nicky did.”

He paused for a moment, thinking about Nicky bringing the tree home, decorating it while Christmas movies played on the television. He usually danced around the kitchen and would go through the cabinets looking for ingredients to bake cookies - he always left out the tray, even if Andrew and Aaron weren’t in on the Christmas spirit.

Andrew made Bee leave the hacksaw in the trunk of the car, saying that it was something to do with Neil being impulsive, but he was pretty sure that Bee knew it was because of Neil’s somewhat rocky past with blades. He watched Kevin herd Neil away from the stadium and to the parking lot.

“Andrew! And Bee?” Neil asked, jogging up to the car while Kevin rolled his eyes.

“Get him home by midnight, Andrew.”

“Not likely, Kevin. Leave me and Neil alone.” Andrew flicked his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out before opening the driver’s side door. “Bee gets front seat, Neil,” he said before slipping into the car.

Kevin rolled his eyes again and walked away toward Fox Tower, while Neil made way for the back seat. Bee looked like she wanted to offer her place in the passenger seat to him, but Neil didn’t like being studied, and therefore didn’t want to have her behind them, watching and taking in all their little quirks and interactions.

“Where are we going?” Neil asked, watching the road stretch ahead of them. They drove past Columbia, further into rural area than he wanted to be.

Andrew kept his eyes on the road as usual, but he was dying for another cigarette. If he didn’t have to worry about Bee, he would pull over and light one. She didn’t like when he smoked, and he had to respect that.

“Go to sleep, Neil. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

An hour and two phone calls to Nicky later, Andrew pulled into the dirt lot outside of a “Saint Nick’s Christmas Tree Farm” and turned the engine off. He reached back and tugged on a chunk of Neil’s stupidly long hair, trying to wake him without too much trouble. Neil grimaced, but slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Where are we, Andrew?” His hair flopped into his line of sight, his bandana still on the seat where his head had been.

“Fix your hair, Josten,” Andrew said bluntly, reaching for his cigarettes before deciding against it. Bee wouldn’t be appreciative of it, and this seemed like a family-friendly area. Instead, he crossed to the back of the car and popped the trunk to grab the saw.

The trio walked into the fences and were met by a jaunty college student with her braids tied up into two buns and elf ears clipped in. She bounded up to them with her hands in her green canvas apron and a huge smile across her face.

“Hey! Welcome to the farm! We’ve got firs, spruces, and pines, it just depends on what you’re looking for and how big you want it to be.”

“We’ll go for the Douglas fir, thanks.”

“Nicky always got us Douglas firs. I don’t know why. He says they’re the best one to get.”

Andrew had finished his hot chocolate, and staring at the slush of the candy cane that was left over. He could taste the film that the drink left in his mouth.

“Do you think that you can bring a real tree into the Fox Tower?”

Andrew could practically see Bee thinking about all the needles across the floor.

“Why would I bring a tree into Fox Tower if Neil and I are spending the break at the house in Columbia?”

Bee nodded, taking her final drink of her hot chocolate. She’d always been slower at drinking hers than Andrew had been. She looked at the clock, and Andrew knew that it was time for their session to end.

“I’ll see you next week, Andrew. Thank you for talking to me about the holidays. I think you and Neil will have a lovely time.”

Andrew stood and made his way to the door, pushing open part way, before turning back to.

“Bee?”

She stopped putting her notebooks away and looked at Andrew. “Yes?”

“Can you come get a tree with us?”

The girl pointed them in the direction of the Douglas firs and turned her attention to the next group of people who had entered the farm’s gates. Andrew walked forward without question, and Neil and Bee followed. It took them ten minutes to reach the section with the trees, whereupon Bee decided that she needed to use the restroom, and disappeared off in search of the building.

Andrew turned his attention to Neil, who was glaring at a Douglas fir for no apparent reason.

“Did the tree say something about exy?” Andrew asked, walking up to Neil’s side. “Or do you just look like that all the time?”

Neil turned his grimace to Andrew, who had done nothing to deserve it, much like the tree.

“It’s cold, Andrew.”

“No shit, Josten. Do you like this one?” Andrew motioned to the tree that Neil had been making faces at.

Neil shrugged. “How do you know how to pick them?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “You check to see if the needles are brown, and if the trunk is healthy,” he said, inspecting the tree. He found a bunch of dried parts and shook his head. “This one isn’t good. We can find a better one.”

“I want to be closer to Neil,” Andrew said softly. He stared into his lap and twisted his thumbs. He could hear Bee sit up straighter while her pen ran against her paper, before she finished and tapped it three times.

“Is there any reason why?”

“I don’t know.”

Andrew chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked up at Bee. She was giving him a sympathetic look, which Andrew didn’t usually appreciate. She folded her hands together.

“Do you want to brainstorm ideas?”

“I don’t know.”

Bee thought for a moment longer, and then smiled again.

“Why don’t you wait for a moment? I trust that you’ll be able to figure out a good one.”

He turned on his heel and began to wander through the trees, trying to find one that looked like one that Nicky would have picked. At one point, Neil was dawdling in front of one tree that was still too brown for Andrew’s liking, and Andrew found his moment. He took a deep breath and reached for Neil’s hand.

Neil stood up as if ice water had been poured down his back. He looked down to their interlocked hands, then slowly looked to Andrew.

“Yes or no?”

Neil nodded jerkily. “Yes.”

“Then let’s find a tree.”

Bee found them twenty minutes later and helped them carry the tree to the front. The workers at the gates helped them trim the trunk down to the house’s dimensions and tie it to the car.

Andrew paid at the kiosk, Neil standing closer to him than they had started out.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #all the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #christmas andreil #christmas fluff #andrew minyard x neil josten

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Coffee Shop&Cafe

The smell of coffee and respecting boundaries. Love it.

Only Fools by KazBrekker_morelike_KazWrecker (E | 19,833 | 20/20)

A flower shop/coffee shop AU that no one asked for but appeared in my brain and had to get out. Neil never played Exy and never met the Foxes at PSU, but his story with his father remains the same. Neil doesn't like people much but neither does Andrew and everyone knows coffee brings people together

I'm Young and In Love by elenawrites (T | 1,942 | 1/1)

Allison's pining over the cute girl at the coffee shop. Dan finds it hilarious. Renee notices everything. For reneewalkerx for the tfcfemslashnet exchange, title from Lana Del Rey's 'Love'.

The Smell Of Honey by lilaliacs (T | 11, 601 | 4/4)

Martha's was a cozy little coffee shop that always smelled of honey, lilacs and something that couldn't be described as anything less than home. And that's what it was to Jeremy, who had spent his childhood sat on a stool at the tiny bar, coloring in the patterns of the menus, or watching his mother creating the most beautiful cakes and pastries that he had ever seen.

The place was filled with good memories and everyone who came in could sense the atmosphere of peace that seemed to fill the soft light falling in through lacy curtains at any time of day. In fact, multiple patrons had stated that they came in for exactly this, for a break from their everyday stress, to just grab a coffee and absorb whatever magic the smell of Martha's cakes emitted and it was something Jeremy's mother was very proud of. It was also something Jeremy was very proud of, and the reason for him to put his all in making the customers' time there worthwhile. He never thought that one day, doing that would be a challenge. (AU in which everything is the same only that Jeremy isnt captain of the trojans but works in his mom's coffeeshop instead)

I Want You To by minyrrds (T | 21,385 | 8/8)

The Foxhole was a hole in the wall, quite literally. It was painted a muted orange with a series of white paw marks trailing across the wall that glowed under the pale yellow lighting of the café, with a small curled up fox painted right up against the counter. The sign said open, and the lights were on (well some of them were), but there was not a soul else in the café. The chairs were still stacked on the tables, and the register appeared to be turned off. Neil checked his watch, it read 5:26, and he figured he would have to get moving soon to keep to his schedule (even though there was nothing that required him to keep that schedule), coffee cart coffee wasn’t terrible (only it was), and maybe Renee had messed up and meant to tell him a later time (even though he had gotten his hopes up for halfway decent coffee entering his life).

(A fake dating coffee shop au blend!)

Stayin' Up Til We See The Sun by minyrrds (T | 5,184 | 5/5)

It's hard, figuring out a relationship when neither Neil nor Andrew wants to deal with their own problems, but here they are, trying to figure things out anyway.

(a coffee shop, no-longer-fake-dating au!)

you are what you love, not who loves you by gaypeach (G | Incomplete | 1/?)

andrew doesn't even drink coffee. yet he finds himself at a coffee shop with the tackiest orange and white paint in the history of paint.

the neon signs read "the foxes' den" with a trail of pawprints flashing in a pattern that made it seem like they were walking away from whoever was reading the sign.

andrew debates between entering or ending his life right then and there.

(he opens the door anyways)

/Graphic Depictions Of Violence

to know a man by moonix (M | 47,928 | 8/8)

In which the Foxes all work at a coffee shop run by Wymack, Neil is their newest recruit with a dark past, Andrew is obvious, Neil is oblivious, and everyone ships it apart from Aaron, who just wants to study in peace. With guest appearance by a stuffed jellyfish called Josephine.

The Girl with the Dyed Tips by reecesronan (Not Rated | 2,821 | 1/1)

Allison works at a small coffee shop downtown and she has a crush on one of their regulars - the girl with the dyed tips.

Tastes Like Damnation by deathanddestruction (Not Rated | Incomplete | 8/?)

Kevin Day didn’t like his job at the local coffee shop. He didn’t particularly hate it either, but he could count the number of reasons why on one hand and still have extra fingers. One - the hours left him plenty of time for exy. Two - the discounts. Three - a certain customer named Andrew Minyard.

weight of it all by azneara (G | 2,534 | 1/1)

the first time Andrew meets Neil he is not Neil. he has black hair and his eyes are green and his name is lost to the rumble of chatter in the coffee shop.

the boy with the ever changing face and the boy with the face that never changes have nothing in common. except they do.

ink over flowers by stardusting (Not Rated | Incomplete | 1/?)

there's a flower shop opening up across the street and that shouldn't change anything. it really shouldn't, but maybe it does.

sky blue sky by jaylocked (T | 3,709 | 1/1)

Neil collects the cup a moment later, almost absently, as he thinks back to the nightmare that had started his day. He takes a sip, planning to turn away, and is almost assaulted by the sheer quantity of sugar in his drink. Who knew coffee could taste that sweet? It’s disgusting.

Neil looks back to Andrew, who is once more leveling a blank gaze at him, hazel eyes deeply unimpressed. Neil quirks an eyebrow, confused. It’s definitely not worth it to say anything. After all, it’s been engrained in him not to draw attention to himself, to order whatever is blandest and least interesting, to get in and out best he can.

He can feel the weight of Andrew’s gaze on his back as he leaves the cafe, but he tries to ignore it.

start a war by jaylocked (T | 3,213 | 1/1)

Andrew pretends that it’s out of spite that he pours a ridiculous amount of sugar into the drink. He pretends that he’s not disappointed at the lack of reaction when the boy merely raises an eyebrow at Andrew before leaving the shop. He pretends that he doesn’t think about the mystery boy later, trying to decode his careful movements and haunted eyes.

(He’s never been good at pretending, no matter how unreadable the rest of the world finds him.)

i would rather look at you (than all the portraits in the world) by BurningFairytales (G | 1,814 | 1/1)

Jeremy smiles as he slides the cup closer to him and hands him the receipt. That smile, Jean notes distractedly, makes his eyes appear brighter.

(On the backside of that receipt, written in neat handwriting, is the word ‘Cariño.' )

Give It a Try or Give It Up by Anathennadevice (G | 534 | 1/1)

Anonymous said: Neil and Allison being great friends?

Neil has so many BFFs, but Lord knows he needs them.

#masterlist #andreil #andrewminyard #andreil fanfic #andreil fanfiction #neiljosten #kandreil #kandreil fanfiction #kandreil fanfic #jerejean #jerejean fanfic #jerejean fanfiction #renison #renison fanfic #renison fanfiction #all for the game #the foxhole court #theme:coffeeshop

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