andreil enthusiast

biggest whore for aftg (she/her) pfp: @neroholik

[nixkxart]

apologies in advance—

[hamrikaa]

[patitojus]

lazy andriel morning sketch

[illustration-ivy]

My muse at this point

[plantbvn]

boyfriend first, then cigarette

[lillapillas]

touch my body tender

[lillapillas]

Neil hadn’t been kissed in four years

[busyliving-busydying]

Andreil my Andreil <3

[grechgor]

😝

[humlase]

The face in the mirror.

[ouijacine]

Girls in love

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[viiiiiliiiii]

Neil is a terrible loner, and it’s not something he can just switch off the moment he starts sharing his space with Andrew. not that Andrew is overly controlling or anything, but there’s still that quiet, persistent fear in him whenever he realizes Neil isn’t there. was he taken again? did something happen? Is he even alive? but in Neil’s mind, it’s simple. too simple.

he’ll just go out for a run without saying a word if he sees Andrew’s busy. he’ll text, “I’ll be back around nine,” and then show up closer to eleven, carrying a bag from the store like nothing happened. “I got distracted,” he’ll say. and it doesn’t matter that, in the meantime, Andrew has already started mentally listing which morgues he’d have to check. Neil doesn’t mean to make him anxious. he just doesn’t see the point in updating him, because, in his head, I’m still coming back, so what does it matter when? until Andrew finally spells it out for him. “I can’t read your mind. If your plans change—text me. Call me. Just let me know you’re going to be late.” and it hits Neil like he’s just been told something completely foreign. something that shouldn’t need explaining. and yet does. but he gets it. eventually. because after everything they’ve been through, all he really wants is to know that Neil is okay, and that his absence doesn’t mean something has gone wrong.

[lurie-yoshi]

Idk if I'll finish this, but I don't want to just keep it stored anymore.

[mcmilkan]

A little thing I headcannon is that Andrew never asks where Neil is. Neil is CONSTANTLY asking where Andrew is if he hasn’t seen him for approximately 0.5 seconds and even Jean notices how they give “lingering looks when one fell out of orbit for too long”, but Andrew never asks, wanting conceal to the others how much Neil is a weak spot for him. Instead, his eyes slide across the room, scanning, and if he can’t see Neil then Andrew simply gets up and goes in search of him, he knows all of his spots anyways. The foxes, initially just put Andrew’s abrupt leave up to his blatantly disrespectful self, deciding he wasn’t interested enough in the conversation, so they don’t really care. However, that isn’t until they notice the pattern. First, Renee, then Dan and Aaron, and soon the others catch on. They observe the way Andrew’s fingers start tapping at his sides when his head swivels round and cannot find his specific ginger. They observe the way he gets up immediately and strides towards the door. They also observe the way Andrew hands still slightly as Matt says, “he’s on a run” or Kevin tells him Neil’s just practicing on the court. Andrew doesn’t acknowledge it openly of course, he never asked and would’ve been able to find him himself easily, but they all don’t miss the way his head lowers for a second, giving a subtle nod, placated by the fact someone always knows where Neil is. I guess they all know the alternative, when his hands were shaking, wrapped round Kevin’s neck in Baltimore. He didn’t ask, “Where’s Neil?”, he screamed it. And the others didn’t know. And Andrew couldn’t find him.

[bread-crust-brust]

Omg fem Andreil 👅

[viiiiiliiiii]

Andrew, who moans for the first time during sex. Andrew, who was taught he had to stay quiet, who learned that any reaction would be taken as proof: see, you like it, stop pretending, you whore. too tense to let go. too tense to lose control. because if you want to keep face, or whatever is left of it, you don’t show weakness.

but now it’s Neil. Neil, whose scarred palms settle at Andrew’s waist and thigh with careful precision—not pushing, just holding him steady. Neil, whose steady thrusts hit just right, and suddenly it’s too much, so much that, before he can stop himself, Andrew lets out a low, drawn-out moan, muffled deep into the pillow. his body tenses immediately. he realizes—he’s slipped. he’s given something away, something he wasn’t ready to show. but instead of anything else, he feels the rhythm slow slightly. Neil shifts his weight, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his bare shoulder. “I like the way you sound,” he murmurs, so quietly it almost disappears. Neil could’ve picked up the pace. he knows exactly what triggered that reaction, he could’ve done it again, easily. but he doesn’t. he won’t push, not when Andrew is already on edge from his own response. Instead, he returns to a smooth rhythm—deep, controlled, hitting that same point again and again. and slowly, Andrew starts to give in.

the muffled sounds come more often now, slipping through the pillow, turning into heavier breaths, broken now and then by quiet, low groans as the rhythm gradually builds. because it’s Neil. Neil, whose lips trace down his spine. whose hand finds Andrew’s, covering it when he grips the pillow like a lifeline. Neil, who leans in close and murmurs something quiet, soft and irritating right as Andrew’s body shudders for the last time: “Just like that.” who soothes him through it, hands steady on his trembling thighs, the one who would do anything just to hear those sounds again.

[gremlinnddraws]

Neil gets in a nasty brawl after an opposing player insults Andrew, but it should be clear to Andrew by now that Neil will never sit back and let Andrew be mistreated.