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listening to the great divide and literally all i can think about are neil and andrew
more Andreil cause im obsessed with them
here is a very rough draft of a singer/songwriter andreil fic i planned but never finished
neil finishes his final song for open mic when he notices the blond in the corner watching him at a tavle. the same blond he’s seen every single friday night for the past 2 months. he steps off stage and walks towards him.
“what the fuck do you want?” he says.
“I don’t know what you mean,” says the blond looking up at him.
“cut the bullshit. you’re here every week and every week you leave me a $100 tip. is this some sort of joke? a set up?”
“maybe i just really like open mics”
neil scoffs, “right.”
neil reaches into his pocket and pulls out at least $1000 dollars worth of bills that the man has tipped him.
“here’s your money just take it and leave.”
“i don’t want the money,” the man refuses.
“then what do you want.”
the blond shrugs. “to hear you sing.”
neil leans closer. “i know guys like you. they say they dont want anything from you until they take it without asking.”
the blond man stiffens. “i dont like generalizations.”
“then leave.”
meanwhile, another, more familiar blond man approaches the two.
“is there a problem?” he asks.
“no, jeremy. he was just leaving.”
jeremy looks at neil and then the blond. “wait i know you. you’re kevins friend, Andrew Minyard.”
andrew gives a slight nod.
neil furrows his eyebrows confused.
“neil, this guy is insane. he’s ghost written a shit ton of famous songs.”
neil’s eyes widen.
“what’s that one song called?” jeremy asks trying to remeber. “it’s named after a color…”
don’t say yellow, neil thinks.
“Yellow! God I love that song. Wait Neil didnt you sing that song at open mic not too long ago?”
Neil freezes.
“Yes, he did.” Andrew says with a hint of smugness to subtle for anyone but Neil to notice.
PLACE YOUR BETS NOW PEOPLE !!!!
that one quote from the boy the mole the fox and the hourse thats like
“if i wasn’t caught in this snare id kill you”
“if you stay in that snare you’ll die”
but its andrew and neil talking, in that order
Studies and doodles
i think we as a collective fandom don’t appreciate the fact that neil buying andrew a maserati, literally HANDING OVER THE KEYS, is single handedly the hottest thing he’s ever done
silly little headcanon that neil’s favorite snack is trail mix and he picks out all the m&ms to give to andrew
part 2 of my andreil au where andrew is. a linguistics major and neil tries to spend his time impressing him.
andrew walks into the court and finds neil sitting on the bleachers reading what looks like a book on phonetics?? in his hand and approaches him.
neil looks up at him, “did u know that in Old english, there were three genders for nouns, and that gender was based in not only biological sex but social factors too.”
andrew nods slowly, eyebrows raised; not because he didn’t know that, because of course he did, but because he couldn’t believe the lengths neil would go to to get what he wants.
“and did you know that some languages have specific writing systems, like the cherokee syllabary, which was invented by a single person,” neil continued.
“neil, can you spell syllabary?”
neil frowned.
andrew sighed signaling him to continue.
neil grinned, “did u know nurses run can be read the same backwards and forwards. it’s called a-“
“palindrome. nice but can you come up with one that actually makes sense?”
neil pauses, “Able was I ere I saw Elba.”
“Not bad. Keep trying, Josten.”
“Are you a palindrome? Because you’re stunning from any angle, even in reverse.”
“Ok, that’s enough.”
“I’m not finished.”
“I am,” Andrew says walking away.
As he turns his back, Neil shouts another one, “No lemon, no lemon. So long, no melon!”
If andrew hides a smirk as he walks away, neil doesn’t”t and will never know about it.
au in which andrew is a linguistics major, and neil who is a math major and is completely whipped for andrew, tries to impress him and fails miserably:
andrew walks around neil’s dorm room, surveying the shelves of books lined up perfectly by edition.
“you have two copies of peter pan.” andrew says, sliding one off the shelf.
neil clears his throat. “yeah one of them is english and the other is french.”
“french”
neil nods. “yeah i learned it from my mother. i’m quite a fan of french literature.”
“i wasn’t aware peter pan was considered french literature.”
“oh, sure. with a name like peter?”
“peter is a greek name.”
neil grins. “so is andrew.”
“why french literature then?” andrew continues, unimpressed.
“i don’t know. it’s less pretentious,” he shrugs.
andrew picks up a book from the top of a stack on the nightstand, “and…anna karenina isn’t pretentious?”
“well that depends who’s reading it and why. if i told you i read it to help me fall asleep you wouldn’t call me pretentious would you.”
“do you?”
“do i what.”
“read anna karenina to help you fall asleep.”
“oh god no, that’s what les mis is for.”
andrew furrows his eyes. “you just said that you liked french literature.”
neil starts fidgeting with his fingers. “yeah, i was talking more like the little prince and uh… peter pan.”
andrew hums.
“neil, do you know where your name comes from?”
neil shakes his head.
“it’s scottish. you know what else is scottish?”
“whiskey?”
“peter pan.”
beil laughs nervously, “go figure.”
“this isn’t your room is it.”
neil sighs, “it’d kevins.”
“and im guessing you’re not a lit major.”
neil shakes his head. “but, the part of me speaking french wasn’t a lie. I do.”
“terrific.”
Andreil cuddles again oops
And here, in case you missed the first three 💕
Do you think that Neil ever gets worried that Andrew will actually get bored of him eventually?
Like maybe after practice one day he'll be rambling to Andrew about exy plays and how the practice could've gone better. He stops mid sentence as he realizes he has been talking about the same thing for five days now. He goes quiet as he searches his brain for a new thing to ramble about to keep Andrew interested. To keep himself interesting.
But then Andrew says, "keep going, I'm listening" and Neil's face lights up as he continues his rant.
Andrew doesn't really listen to the words Neil is saying, he just listens to Neil's voice because the sound of it is comforting and grounding. Andrew will never get bored of Neil or Neil's rants because he could never get bored his voice.
here’s a frightening reminder that there was a draft of aftg in which riko got the closest anyone has ever been to breaking andrew minyard. so much so that nora says bee had to help put him back together “peice by peice”
jeremy knox most definetley has two moms.
neil “you like it. i like that you like it.” motherfucking josten
i propose a new term be added to the urban dictionary for aftg editors:
(noun) the lunapiq scramble: when beloved fan artist lunapiq posts new aftg art and every editor scrambles to edit said art to a song on tiktok.