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[aftgficlibrary]

Hey thank you for all the amazing work you do 🦊

I was looking for an andreil fic where Andrew assumes Neil knows what he means when he says that Neil means nothing, but Neil takes it literally. I know it’s completed and I think it’s a 5+1 type of fic. Thank you for the help <3

hi yes this fic lives in my head rent fucking free -maz

not nothing by therainbowelectric (Not Rated | 23,148 | 1/1)

“Have you considered the possibility that Neil has chosen you, but believes you have not chosen him?” Renee says. “Have you ever explicitly told him what you want?”

“Neil knows what I want,” Andrew snaps. This is not Andrew’s fault.

“How do you know?”

Because Neil always knows. He is as fluent in Andrew’s micro-expressions as he is in German and French. He knows which head tilts mean “go on” and which ones mean “shut up.” Without ever asking, he learned what it meant to see Andrew wearing double layers of long sleeves, or taking multiple showers in a day, and learned to hand Andrew the car keys.

That has always been the most terrifying thing about Neil — his patience to wait, watch, listen, learn. The prospect that if Neil were given enough time, there would be no part of Andrew that was just Andrew’s anymore.

“He has to know,” Andrew says.

“Does he?” Renee says. “Have you ever known Neil to assume that he is wanted?”

Five times Neil tells someone that he and Andrew aren’t dating, and one time Andrew uses his words to set the record straight.

[sevsnapeoriginalfanfix]

It’s Okay To Cry, Severus

He heard a hard, deliberate knock on the door. Who could be bothering him at this time of day? Perhaps a nurse was coming in earlier than usual...he must make a note that he didn’t like his schedule changed.

“What is it?” Severus growled. He had never enjoyed being bothered, but since the snake incident and his 3 week (and counting) hospitalization, he had zero tolerance. He looked to the window...raining, again. When he turned back to the door, it was not a nurse standing before him. It was Hermione.

His first look was one of relief...when he realized his emotions were transparent, his look was quickly fixed to bewilderment...then anger.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” he bellowed. Hermione was clearly hurt, but stood her ground.

“I wait three weeks to find out that you’re alive? I’ve mourned you for three weeks now. Now that I see you here and alive…no, I won’t get out.” Severus furrowed his brow.

“Why, you insolent…” He was cut off by the full force of a hug and looked down to find Hermione’s arms wrapped around his waist.

“Severus,” she cried. “Oh, Severus.” His pride wanted to shake her off. His pride wanted to insist that she leave. His pride didn’t want her to see him in this condition. But these were the arms he had missed for three weeks. These were the arms he had convinced himself he would never feel again. After all, he’d told himself it wouldn’t be fair. He knew if she saw him in this state that she would try to comfort him and take care of him. It wouldn’t be fair to her to live her life as he had to now. Still, he couldn’t shake her off and instead wrapped his arms around her. He breathed in the scent of her wild, curly hair and felt himself relax into her. She looked up at him, eyes red and her face tear streaked.

“You absolute ARSEHOLE,” she screamed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Severus was silent and Hermione sat up, her eyes boring into him, demanding an answer.

He supposed she deserved one. Shortly before the war against Voldemort, Severus and Hermione had begun a relationship of some sort...if you could call it that. Technically, she wasn’t a student at Hogwarts anymore and she was of age. Friendly correspondence while Harry, Ron, and Hermione had searched for Horcruxes had turned into more. Severus had a hard time with the emotional, tender side of a relationship, but he had found it much easier with her than anyone. Severus had been hurt badly by Nagini, left to die, until Madame Pompfrey found him and rushed him to the hospital. He begged her to keep his identity and whereabouts a secret.

“Hermione, I’m...I’m in no position to be in a relationship with anyone in this state. I’m…”

“Paralyzed, I know,” she said matter of factly. He looked at her quizzically. “Madame Pomfrey came to find me. She said you were getting worse and worse. She feared that you weren’t going to make it. She also said that you kept saying my name in your sleep...calling for me.” She added the last part with a grin. Severus wanted to confess to it, but as usual, he responded with anger.

“She had NO right. I specifically instructed-”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m here now.” Hermione reached down, grabbed his hand, and gave it a little squeeze. “Your hands are so cold. We really must get your temperature up,” she expressed. They were interrupted by a nurse. From the looks of it, she was new. Neither Severus nor Hermione had seen her before...and Lord knows Hermione had been there plenty of times with Harry and Ron.

With a dull, monotone voice the new nurse said, “Severus Snape? It’s time for your change.” Hermione cocked her head to the side and then understood.

“Oh! I’m sorry...it’s only 5pm, I didn’t think you’d get in pajamas so early! Could you give us just a few moments?” She felt Severus drop her hand and his face turned the slightest shade of pink. The nurse shook her head.

“No ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the room. Mr. Snape has to have his nappy changed every 2 hours on the dot due to the incontinence from the paralysis.” Hermione looked at Severus, but his head was down...eyes glued to anything that wasn’t Hermione’s gaze. His pink cheeks turned to red.

“Get out, Hermione. Go.” Hermione opened her mouth to speak. “I said GET. OUT. I didn’t want you here in the first place. LEAVE,” he screamed. Hermione’s eyes filled to the brim with tears and ran out of the room. But she didn’t leave. She sat in the hallway and processed everything she had just witnessed.

First, she was furious with Severus. How dare he speak to her like that when she was only trying to help! How dare he not inform her of his whereabouts in the first place! She had cried so many tears it was a wonder she had any left...and all this time he was here. She couldn’t believe he had thrown her out. What had she done?

After the initial fury, Hermione began to feel sorrow for him. Did he really think she would leave him because he was paralyzed? Did he not know how she felt? That nurse should be fired...it was a breach of confidentiality. That should have never been said in front of anyone except the patient. She would have to speak to Madame Pomfrey about that. Poor Severus, she repeated in her mind. He was a proud man...he had just gotten comfortable with affection. He had just started to trust. And now this? The door to the hospital room closed. Hermione stood. She took in a deep breath, braced herself for what was yet to come, and walked in the door.

“Before you say a word,” she began sternly, “I’m not leaving. You can yell at me, spit at me, throw things at me, but I’m not going to go. Severus, I’ve missed you...and I’m not just going to leave after 5 minutes with you.” He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his head still down, but she saw a slight nod and she took a seat beside him. She grabbed his hand, but he jerked it away. Determined, she grabbed it again and this time he gave it a squeeze. They sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.

“Why didn’t I tell you?” he questioned softly. “Why didn’t I tell you that I was paralyzed from the waist down? That I’m fragile and weak? Why didn’t I tell you that your boyfriend has to wear a nappy now and has to be changed like a child every two hours because he can’t control himself?” he paused and shook his head. His eyes still never moved from the spot on the floor he was focusing on. “Why would I tell anyone that? Why would I want anyone to know? Most of all...why would I want you to know? To see me like this?” For once in her life, Hermione was at a loss for words. She cupped his face and brought it near to hers, but he still looked down.

“Severus, look me in the eyes,” she commanded. Slowly, his eyes met hers. His black eyes were swimming with tears and he cursed himself internally for showing emotion.

“Because I love you. Because I want to be here for you every step of the way.”

“That’s not your responsibility,” he muttered tersely. Hermione kissed his cheek.

“You’re right, it’s not my job. But I want to be here for you.” She brought him into an embrace and stroked his long, black hair. She felt him tremble. “You’re shaking,” she whispered. Embarrassed, he turned his head away. “Severus...I don’t care if you can’t walk. I don’t care if you need to be changed. I don’t care if we can never be intimate again. As long as I have you, that’s what matters. I thought I’d lost you.” She looked at his still trembling body but he refused to turn his head. She grabbed his chin and turned his face towards her. His eyes filled with tears that he had yet to release and his lips quivered as he desperately tried to cling to the only shred of emotional control he had left. The stoic Severus Snape was moments away from coming undone.

“It’s okay to cry, Severus,” she offered gently. He shook his head.

“Not when you’re me,” he responded. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed, “Yes, Severus, even for you. But especially when you’re with me.” In this moment, he let out a choked sob. She stroked his hair again and pressed his face into her shoulder. “Let it out, Sev.” His walls began to crumble as soft sniffles grew into shaking sobs- uncontrolled and full of pain. He wailed without abandon, letting out the emotions he had hidden within himself for God knows how long. She encouraged him along the way with gentle reminders of, “I know, love” and “I’m right here”. When the crying diminished from bawling back to sniffles, she kept him in her arms. She finally touched his face and when he looked up, she wiped away the tears.

Hermione took off her shoes and placed them on the floor. She scooted herself up to where her head was on half of the pillow. Realizing instantly that he wouldn’t be able to move himself, she cast a levitation spell until was lying beside her in the hospital bed. She put the sheets over them and snuggled into his frail arms.

“You’re not going to go through this alone. Not anymore,” said Hermione as she nuzzled into his shoulder. For the first time in three weeks...and for one of the few times in his life, Severus smiled.

[sussietheotherme]

Michael Guerin fics?

Are there any fics out there that handles Michaels abusive past? In all fics I’ve read so far it’s mostly Alex’s abusive past that is the main... “angst”. I love angst and h/c (with a happy ending!) so that’s great but what about Michael? 

He’s got some pretty bad abandonment issues to process for sure. 

1. He was not picked at the group home. And it’s not just that he wasn’t picked by the Evans but he was not picked by anyone else either. So how was he as a child to be seen as too much trouble to handle? 

2. He was taken away from Max and Isobel completely for a period of time. (Not sure how long) How did that isolate him further? Fueling his anger and resentment?

3. He seems to have had only bad foster home experiences. We don’t really know what happened but I feel it’s implied they were no good. He would rather stay with a drunken parent (neglecting and/or abusive parent?) over that religious place? (Was Max correct when he said he felt “every beating, every burn, every heartbreak”?) 

4. How did he handle that exorcism btw? Did he ever think that maybe they were right because he WAS different and he DID FEEL like a misfit so maybe there WAS a demon inside him? And that’s why he was no good and not worthy of love? Isn’t that his main issue? That he don’t feel loved and that he don’t belong in this world. 

5. That takes me to Alex. Or how Michael might interpret Alex “leaving him behind”. He said he felt like Alex finally gave him a home. Alex saw HIM. Saw a kindred hurting spirit that just wanted to belong? For the first time ever Michael felt something in return too? Love? But then Alex enlisted so his home was ripped apart. Did Michael understand why Alex left or couldn’t be with Michael after what happened? I don’t think he did. I think he just felt rejected and abandon. Again. 

Q: The shed was their first time. Was it also their only time until the reunion? 

After seeing a whole lot of Malex videos on youtube it seems like it to me at least. But if I go with my assumtions here then they never really were together as a true couple FOR REAL were they? They had a beautiful beginning to something that was ripped apart before it could become real and then nothing until 10 years later and they just couldn’t help themselves. If I’m putting myself in Michaels shoes here he was then AGAIN rejected because Alex said that could never happen again. So Michael tried to walk away then but they ened up together once more and Alex STAYED the night. Giving Michael hope? Only for that to shatter again when Alex won’t even let Isobel know. I think that’s where Michael decided that this won’t lead to anything good. Not anymore. And if he would give into his feelings (which he still has of course) he would actually shatter into a million pieces.

Michael is hiding behind a “I-don’t-care-about-anything-and-anyone” attitude. He doesn’t even share himself with Max or Isobel. And yet it seems he would do anything he can to help them if trouble is brewing. So he loves them like family but does he trust them to love him in return? There’s a lot of burried emotions in Michael. Emotions that hurt. Deeply. I want to read fics about it. Fics that have a happy ending. Fics that has Malex as the end game of course. But also fics with the 3 “siblings” bonding and letting Michael heal. 

[kiiroitori97]

Rain, Rain, Go Away! Part One

In which you, the reader, seek comfort from Doofus Rick because of a nasty storm

It was storming. It wasn't a gentle storm either, it was the kind of storm that convinced you that the house was going to be blown away a la Wizard of Oz.

You shook about as hard as the house itself.

Rick was of course unawares of your plight. You didn't want to worry him, and you felt silly for being scared of a stupid storm anyway. You had been in worse weather conditions without a roof over your head, so what gives?

You sighed, air warm and almost suffocating under the several blankets you had pulled over your head. You thought they might muffle the crashing thunder and violent lightning, but you thought incorrectly.

Another booming sound shook the house; the frames, fixtures, and various vases rattled and clinked together creating a symphony to fuel your fears.

You tried to stay put under the covers, but all you kept thinking about was running across the hall and banging on Rick's bedroom door until he answered; but it was 2am, you didn't want to wake him unnecessarily!

It took one, large stroke of lightening to light up the whole house bright enough you could see through your blankets to convince you to jump out of your bed and rush over to Rick's room.

Rick's POV:

I was asleep, I liked the rain, even stronger storms like these made me feel content and I drifted off easily. However, I was pulled from my dream by the sound of someone knocking on my door, rather insistently. Was that y/n?

Hm, maybe storms bothered her? I didn't even consider that when I watched the forecast with her this evening; after all she's boasted and reminded me multiple times about her travels and she hadn't seemed concerned.

I think she thinks she's hiding things from me, and I don't want her to feel violated by admitting that she's pretty easy to decipher.  The knocking continues, and I realize I've spaced out, I am a bit groggy it seems.

I crawl out of my bed, the chill hitting me and chasing away my warmth, I should probably turn up the thermostat.

I open the door and see y/n standing there; looking like a deer caught in headlights, impossibly scared based on the way she flinched when another flash of lightening hit and lit up my room.

Your POV:

You knocked and knocked, hands shaky. You were desperate to not be alone and you were beginning to worry why Rick hadn't woken up yet.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Rick blinked blearily at you, oh he was deep asleep and you woke him up, oh I am so stupid you thought.

“I-im so sorry,Rick! I didn't realize you were that fast asleep, I'm sorry I woke you, Goodnight!” you attempted to flea back to your room, having lost all your nerves to seek comfort from Rick.  He reached out and grabbed your hand to stop you.

“-it's alright, y/n. Is the storm bothering you? Do you want to stay in here with me until it's over?”

Your breath hitched, voice caught in your throat. How the hell did this guy figure these things out so quickly!?

Instead of giving verbal affirmation, you swallowed thickly and nodded your head, looking down. You were way too embarrassed to look at Rick right now.

Rick led you inside by your hand, then after dropping you off by the bed, he walked over to the closet and grabbed a couple of extra blankets.

As Rick was walking back over to you, you realized that his room was brighter than yours, but there weren't any lights on? Why then -?

You looked up and saw that Rick had those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceiling; but these glowed brighter than any you had seen, and you grew up with stars on your ceiling too. It was both familiar and not at the same time.

“Rick did you make these yourself? They seem brighter than I remember mine being.”

You had found your voice, and something about the nostalgia of seeing the stars chased away any anxiety you had about bothering Rick, if he didn't want to help you, he wouldn't have invited you to stay with him.

“Oh! Y-yes these are of my own design, I um, I made them for baby Beth, but when I learned she wasn't coming home I … I set them up in here, as- as a reminder.”

Oh, well now you felt sad; but then thunder rolled and suddenly fear overrode that sadness, and you jumped at the sounds.

Rick gave you a reassuring smile, and held out his hand, grabbing the covers on the bed with the other,

“-I, I don't mind sharing if you don't.”

The storm made the decision for you when another, even louder bout of thunder and lightening shook the house harder than it had the whole night, and you dove under the covers as your answer.

You hid your head under the blankets like last time, but now you had the warm and comforting feeling of Rick laying beside you, you could feel his chuckles more than hear them.

You were eternally grateful that your face was covered when you felt yourself blushing.

Something in the back of your mind told you that Rick probably knew anyway. But bother that, you were not going to wuss out now!

“Goodnight Rick, thank you. I think that your stars are pretty, and Diane and Beth would have loved them.”

He didn't answer right away, and you wondered if you shouldn't have said that, but then you felt him snuggle a bit closer and whisper next to your ear, with the blankets muffling his voice even more,

“Goodnight, y/n. Sleep well.” a pause, “Thank you.”

[aftgficlibrary]

theres this fic that i’m desperately trying to find but i’m having no luck. katelyn breaks up aaron because “he can’t love her the right way” and then aaron goes for a walk in the middle of the night and stops answering his phone and andrew has to go pick him up. I think at one point katelyn calls nicky to make sure aaron made it back to fox tower after their breakup. it might have been a kevaaron fic? that’s pretty much all i remember and it’s bugging me so much right now, if you can find it you’d be a total lifesaver.

is it this? -maz

The Reason by love_in_the_city (T | 11,944 | 1/1)

Aaron thought he would get his happy ever after with Katelyn, but after she refused his proposal, Aaron ends up with the same feelings of worthlessness when his mother was alive. He relapses. Someone unexpected becomes the reason he holds on.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

[aftgficlibrary]

Hey! I would like to recommend a fic! It’s called Thank You for that, Andrew Minyard by Cuppa_Char. It’s an amazing fic about Andrew comforting Neil while Abby cleans his arms in the hotel.

okay, here it is! -maz

Thank You For That, Andrew Minyard by Cuppa_Char (T | 2,736 | 1/1)

Browning gives Neil back.

--- Andrew, Abby and Wymack look after Neil after The FBI let him go.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

[aftgficlibrary]

Hey, I love the stuff you do here... wondering if I could recommend a book called Call the doctor (I may need help) by Im_really_confused. It's a really well written story, and part of a series. Highly recommend it, super cute and the fic is complete. Thanks, love the effort put into this page, I truly appreciate it.

you sure can -maz

Call the doctor ( I may need help) by Im_really_confused (M | 23,372 | 8/8)

Aaron's been a doctor for over 5 years now, and every once in a while he gets a patient that reminds him of his past.

Aaron gets a new patient, and it hits a little too close to home

cue the Minyard family

[aftgficlibrary]

hello! love your blog!

do you happen to know of any andreil breakfast at tiffany's au? thank you!!

i think there’s this one -maz

wider than a mile by absolutelithops (Not Rated | Incomplete | 1/?)

They’d given Andrew the wrong key.

He slammed on the buzzer for the person in the apartment below his, again, and again, and again. He was dead tired, and his stupid flip phone was just plain dead, so he couldn’t even call Roland to get his key fixed. Andrew pressed the buzzer again. He was standing in front of the shitty apartment building with everything he owned, and, although it wasn’t much, he really wasn’t in a forgiving enough mood to deal with someone who might try to take something. Finally, a voice that sounded just barely awake came through the intercom.

“Hello?”

“I’m moving into the apartment above you, but my key doesn’t work. Let me in,” Andrew said.

His neighbor paused for a moment, until, finally, he said, “How do I know you’re not a dangerous criminal?”

It was a joke, Andrew could tell by the challenge in his voice. He hated this place already.

“Dangerous? Yes. Criminal? Not unless you don’t let me in.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said the neighbor, audibly yawning. Andrew heard the door unlock and quickly gathered his things.

[aftgficlibrary]

There’s this one fic where Neil is forced to chop riko’s body into pieces in front of the foxes?

here it is -maz

The Butcher's Boy by mittamoo (Not Rated | 2,289 | 1/1)

He'd done it plenty of times in his life, as a child, on the run with his mom. He'd hoped that the others would never had to witness the darker parts of himself.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

[aftgficlibrary]

Hi I was reading this fic where Andrew was a bookstore owner and neil was a maths professor but he was in a wheelchair and I can’t find it anymore :( would you be able to find it?

take a slice of this pie -Remy

Next to You by KatherineF (T | 10,101 | 1/1)

Neil Josten works as a math professor and lives a comfortable life in a neighborhood that happens to house all of his closest friends. He meets Andrew Minyard, the owner of the quaint bookstore down the street, at a barbeque and makes the mistake of agreeing to go to his book club.

Lots of Andrew being an obviously lovesick fool, Neil being oblivious, and their friends loving them unconditionally.

[aftgficlibrary]

A fic where Andrew and Neil play against each other and what follows.

yeah! you can find a lot of fic like this on our andreil rivalry masterlist and here is another! -ari

Whatever It Takes by Marimimi14 (T | 3,822 | 1/1)

Andrew and Neil are now with the pros, but they play for different teams. How do they manage playing against each other?

[aftgficlibrary]

Hi! Are there any fic where Andrew has to reconquer, re-woo, win again Neil after a fight/break up? Thank you for the hard work xx

sure here’s a new one! we’ve also answered previous asks like this here and have a breakup tag here! -ari

Take Root by Chenan (G | Incomplete | 9/?)

Neil had thought that Andrew would have signed with a closer team, like Atlanta, or even Chicago.

But no.

Of all the cities in the United States, Andrew had chosen arguably the farthest city: Seattle.

And now he's alone.

[aftgficlibrary]

Hi, you guys are awesome! I love this blog so much 😇 I'd like to rec Voicemails to the Dead by notsomagicath, it's a fantastic jerejean fic by a really amazing author 😊

thanks!! -ari

Voicemails to the Dead by notsomagicath (T | 6,189 | 1/1)

“Alright, I’m just going to say this straight out. We found Riko Moriyama’s phone.” “Okay.” all the laughter has faded from Jeremy’s voice, “What about it?” “There’s some… messages… that we found. And we thought it would be best to give them to you. Kevin should have emailed you the audio files we extracted just now, and you can give them a listen.” “Messages? What? Neil, what aren’t you telling me?” “They’re… fairly recent. From within the last year. And… they’re from Jean.”

[aftgficlibrary]

Hey so does anyone know the fic where i think neil was tied up by some guys and dumped in a lake? And i think the foxes were out or something and kevin found him waiting outside the tower?? I swear i read it recently but i cannot for the life of me remember the context, so if you guys could help out itd be really great, thanks!! xx

this one?-maz

the key to fighting. by andreil (M | 6,151 | 1/1)

It’s rare for them to fight, but when they truly do, it’s destructive.

[aftgficlibrary]

Do you guys know a fic about andrew getting into a car accident and calling nicky to come and help him? the second chapter is like nicky taking care of andrew during a panic attack.

I believe this is it!! - Sam

The Family of Things by indigo_inkpot (T | Incomplete | 3/?)

Nicky was used to being called because he was Andrew’s emergency contact, but there was only one time Andrew called him because it was an emergency.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

[aftgficlibrary]

Hello, I am not sure if it is on AO3 or on tumblr, but I am looking for a fic where Neil was having a severe dissociation and ended up lying on the floor in the dorm kitchen thinking there was blood and Matt or Nicky had to get Andrew because they couldn't get through to him. Thank you for all that you guys do! :)

hm you might mean this?-maz

all i need by modernpatroclus (T | 1,085 | 1/1)

A few weeks into Neil’s lonely senior year brings him a surprise visitor who’s determined to see him happy again. So who does he call? The least smiley person he knows, of course.