#andreil drabble

[starregulus]

That line in The Alchemy by Taylor Swift that goes "Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me"

has me thinking about the Foxes winning a game. Neil immediately dropping his racket and running. All the Foxes are running to the middle of the court, cheering and hugging each other. But Neil runs past them, ignoring them calling out to him, straight to the goal. He takes off his helmet and throws it somewhere to his left. And Andrew is waiting, cuz he knows the drill, they've done this countless times before. And Neil just jumps straight into his arms, the biggest grin on his face, cheering and laughing loudly

[sunriseabram]

andreil + nightmares? been thinkng about them a lottt lately

We're Okay (It Wasn't Real) | 08/07 (Read on AO3)

CW / Nightmares, referenced CSA & Rape, Drake Mention

Andrew Minyard was afraid of the dark.

He’d never told anyone—lest they use the information against him—but it was true. The dark was where monsters came out to play, lurking in corners and under bed sheets. The dark hid the horrors of life under its cloak. Nobody could stop what they couldn’t see.

For that reason, sleep had always been difficult. Sometimes, Andrew would stare at the ceiling for hours, hoping unconsciousness would take him. He would lay awake until the sun began to stream through the curtains and then get up just to do it all over again.

Neil had changed things. Against all odds, having Neil in his bed was a positive thing. He felt settled with him close. Even on dark days, Neil being within reach was a cure, rather than a cause. After all, the dark was not so scary when someone he trusted was there to protect him from the monsters.

Today had been a bad day. He felt like bugs were crawling under his skin, every touch akin to putting his hand on a hot stovetop. He knew the night would be difficult. He hadn’t intended to sleep at all, but Neil’s soft voice reading a novel had lulled him to a gentle rest.

It didn’t take long for the nightmares to hit. 

There were hands on him. Strong, muscular, disembodied hands holding him down against the bed. No matter how many times he peeled them off or pushed them away, more would come. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t find it in himself to scream.

He knew it was a nightmare, yet it felt so real. He was seven, so small and weak, so naive to the horrors that the dark could bring. His cries for help were left unanswered, no matter how many times he begged or pleaded for them to just stop.

He willed himself to wake, but he couldn’t. He was paralysed, stuck in a never-ending cycle of unwanted touch. He could feel the hands pulling at his skin, tearing chunks of him away until the bone was exposed. Until he was exposed. Exposed and open for all to see like an exhibit.

If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it wasn’t real. He could pretend that he was numb to it all, that it didn’t affect him, that it didn’t leave scars on his already marked skin. If he zoned out, maybe they would lose interest. Maybe, he could forget—not that he ever had been able to.

And then he heard Neil cry.

Andrew’s eyes shot open, searching. It didn’t take more than a second to find him, and Andrew felt his stomach lurch in response.

Neil was pinned down to the bed by Drake, his head bloody and expression dazed. His face was pressed into the pillow, hands gripping the headboard with a white knuckle grip. No matter how much Andrew screamed and begged, nothing changed. Nothing ever would.

He was a failure. He had failed to protect Neil again. He had let his past hurt the one thing he loved more than anything else, and it wasn’t fair. 

“'Drew,” Neil said. 

His voice felt a thousand miles away.

“Andrew,” Neil said again.

Andrew woke with a start, sweat dripping down his forehead, and promptly threw up over the side of the bed into the trash can. His whole body was trembling, the sheets sticky against his skin. He threw them off and stumbled into the bathroom, needing to be out of bed.

He splashed cold water on his face with a gasp, before aggressively brushing his teeth.

“Hey,” Neil whispered from the doorway as if trying not to startle a wild animal.

Considerate as usual, Neil didn’t approach. He didn’t ask questions nor push Andrew for answers. He stood and waited for Andrew to finish brushing his teeth, before stepping aside to let him through.

Although he knew it had been a nightmare, Andrew still had to check. He had to check. He lifted his hand towards Neil’s head, waiting for consent before checking him over for injuries. His head wasn’t cracked open, and there was no blood on his pyjamas.

He was safe.

“We’re okay,” Neil said.

Andrew believed it.

[neilljcsten]

nathaniel, neil, nathaniel, neil. andrew flips the two names around in his head like tossing a coin. heads or tails, the coin always comes up abram. nathaniel and neil are two sides of the same coin; forged in a dark basement, in musty hotel rooms, on the exy court. both hate sweets, love to run, to talk back any chance they get.

some days, the coin lands on nathaniel. jack makes one too many comments at practice and neil - no, nathaniel - has him on the ground, raquet to his neck in an instant. he can't hear what the strikers are saying but through the grate of the helment, andrew sees nathaniel's smile.

others, it lands on neil. andrew finds neil and matt splayed out on the couch, three movies deep into a "pop culture lesson". neil motions for andrew to sit and absently cards his fingers through the blond's hair. matt hides his grin in his sleeve.

but abram; he runs to andrew after each winning game to tap sticks, he sits each friday in columbia, talking about escape routes for an alien invasion, he keeps ice cream in the freezer and cigarettes in his backpocket.

heads or tails, doe or minyard, doe or minyard.

doe was made and unmade in california. 13 homes, 13 film reels constantly playing in the back of his mind, each scene driving the cuts deeper and deeper. andrew doe learns the danger of wanting and vows to keep everyone out.

minyard went to juvie for his brother. he crashed the car to keep him safe. he spent years on medication that sent him up up up to protect his cousin. minyard guards himself with knives sharper than his glare; he protects those that are his and fuck anyone else.

heads or tails, the coin starts to come up drew.

it starts small; quick grins in columbia at neil; shared dinners with aaron that don't end in a fight; something like excitment in his stomach before an exy game. when neil is hanging out with the upperclassman, he stays.

heads or tails; the coin lands on growth

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

We all know by now Andrew and Neil are light sleepers because of trauma and being in unsafe places but I just read some of the extras and I picture this scenario:

Andrew wakes up night after night when the cats jump onto the bed the first few months because he is not used to their weight and they didn't learn yet to do get on from Neil's side.

Neil of course gets woken up by Andrew's panic and gets worried (he's also starttled at first) and tries to help and reassure him, but at the end neither of them goes back to sleep.

At the beggining is fine, they are both used to fucked up schedules but they are people and obvious they start to get cranky and fight a lot (more) during the day for silly reasons. Other people is noticing it too and then it affects their performance on the court.

So one night, Andrew decides to "sleep" on the couch (he thinks he could be awake all night binging some show to avoid beeing paranoid) and this is because he saw that Neil really needed to sleep well at least one night. He does not feel guilty, tho, he's just Andrew and cares for Neil way more than he cares about himself.

Ok.

So that night he innevitably falls asleep and is woken up by Sir who is now on his chest curled up as a fluffy ball.

He starts to get mad, but he can't. Not really when he picks the cat up and it is sooooo soft. And then Sir tries to lick his hands (he might be snacking when he passed out) and lets out a quiet "meow" because he can't reach him well.

And Andrew looses it. He starts laughing to the point he cries.

Because everything is fine. It's just a cat. His cat.

And no matter how broken he is, Sir would love him and do it again a million times more. Because he had chosen him.

Just like Neil who's staring at this situation in silence from the livingroom door.

[millportisntreal]

Walked around the waterfront and felt a sense of calm so deeply I had to project it onto the boys.

***

The breeze that rolled in from the river had that end-of-winter chill that sent goosebumps up Neil’s legs. March weather was hit or miss. Some days the sun shown brightly enough to warm his skin through his jacket and jeans. Other days had rain pouring down in sheets so heavy you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you.

Today was an in between day.

Fat, puffy clouds meandered lazily through the sky, and every so often they blocked the sun. Distant caws of seagulls blended with the children laughing on the other side of the lawn. Neil felt a sense of calm slowly diffuse throughout his muscles as he laid back against Andrew’s blanket. Uneven ground beneath him had Neil shifting every few minutes, but he didn’t mind. His eyes were closed and a warm hand gripped his ankle, keeping him from floating too far away.

“Falling asleep?” Andrew’s voice was slightly gruff from disuse. On lazy days, neither of them felt the need to talk much. Instead they communicated through silent glances, gentle touches, and contented sighs.

“No. Are you enjoying your book?” Even with his eyes closed, Neil could hear the soft crinkle of Andrew turning the pages of his latest spoil from the library. “It’s the second one in the series, right?”

Andrew’s thumb rubbed small circles into the bone of Neil’s ankle as he hummed in affirmation. The touch was as grounding as it was soothing, letting Neil drift back into that sweet spot between awake and asleep. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool, and Andrew was as steady as he ever was beside him.

[aftg-random-fun]

Imagine Andrew coming back from practice to their apartment and finding Neil acting like a cat. Neil napping in a sun spot, auburn hair splayed out and being chewed on by one of the cats. The other cat curled up on Neil’s chest also napping. Suffice to say that Andrew takes a photo of the scene before joining himself.

[little2nerdy]

“Okay, when he gets back, don’t say anything, don’t look at him, let him come to you, and if he doesn’t, just ignore him.” Aaron was nervously wringing his hands, pacing the kitchen while they waited for the pizza.

Kate nodded along, she and Andrew still did not get along, but they were civil, the past couple of years had allowed them to adjust to each others presence.

She was friends with Nicky and Neil and hoped they would be a buffer between Andrew and her unexpected few days in Columbia before she headed out with Aaron.

They had had to take a later flight but the dorms were closed so Aaron had made the executive decision to have her stay with his family for the extra two days. 

“I know how your brother is, but it’s just for a night, I promise it’ll be okay.” Nerves still churned in her gut. She hoped she was right…

—-

When Andrew walked into the house he was met with a living room full of people. He knew his family was spending part of the break together.

Neil, Nicky, and Aaron, the house’s usual occupants, were expected. But Aaron’s cheerleader had joined them. Sending a silent nod to his family in greeting, he purposely kept his eyes off the additional redhead.

He dropped his bag by the door and grabbed a slice of pizza from the counter. He filled up his water bottle and made to exit the kitchen to head to his room. He could feel the quiet tension, not even Nicky filling up the awkward silence like he normally would. 

“How was your drive?” Neil broke the quiet.

“Kevin was annoying as usual.” He had dropped the striker off at the airport so he could spend his break in California with the frenchie and the human embodiment of sunshine.

He motioned to Neil to follow him upstairs. As Neil passed he squeezed Andrew’s hand and headed up, Andrew followed a few steps behind before he stopped at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Hello, Katelyn.” With that, he moved up the stairs and away from the commotion he was sure to have created.

----

based on an interaction i had with my sisters boyfreind (i'm andrew in this situation), he stayed with us for a weekend and the only words i spoke to him the whole time where hello and his name. the conversation between aaron and katelyn is one my sister had with her *awful* boyfreind before i got there because apparently i fill my role as indimidating older sibling too well...

i love katelyn this isn't to imply i dislike her i just felt like the situation was something that could def happen between kate & andrew

[vykio]

“You are not subtle.”

Neil shifts his gaze from his palm to Andrew’s face. Andrew is standing at the door with two mugs of coffee, one in each hand, and Neil grins up wide at him.

“No,” he agrees, then makes space on the bed for Andrew. Andrew walks up and sets the mugs on the floor by the foot of his bed. He points at Neil, then at the mugs. Neil nods his acknowledgment and Andrew climbs into the bed. He takes advantage of still being upright to lean down and steal a kiss, which Neil is more than happy to return.

Andrew lies on his back after a minute and Neil lifts his hand up between them, an invitation. Andrew slides his fingers into his, then tucks their clasped hands against his stomach.

Neil is not someone who needs affection. They kiss and touch and exist near each other, and that is enough, but he has a fascination with Andrew’s hand. Yours, Neil had said once, when Andrew let him inspect his hands closely; steady, he’d said another time, pushing their palms together before tangling their fingers like this. Andrew isn’t the type to need affection either, but the serene smile this puts on Neil’s face sometimes satisfies him enough to oblige.

[300foxholecourtt]

ABC (anything but a costume) party

Neil stared at the bags on the table. Nicky had bought the Halloween supplies this year- unsupervised. It was a disaster in the making and he didn’t want any part in it. Unfortunately, Andrew’s presence at his back meant he could only stand there and watch as the too-bubbly Nicky started to bring the items out.

“So for Kevin- a toga, duh, because he’s obsessed with the Trojans,” he explained. Neil saw a bundle of red and gold fabric, the USC logo haphazardly written in sharpie on what could only be sheets for a child’s bed.

“That’s not going to cover anything.” Kevin was blunt, arms crossed and foot tapping. This little show was cutting into their late night practice schedule. Halloween was only two days away. Eden’s Twilight had a contest, of course, but the theme for the exclusive back-party was something weird this year. ABC, and Neil couldn’t figure out how this was supposed to line up. Was Kevin representing the letter U? Why did they start there?

“That’s the point,” Nicky waggled his eyebrows, “you can get free drinks for the rest of us, too.” Kevin scoffed, taking another swig from the protein shake balanced in his arms. It wasn’t a no, Neil noted. Interesting. When it came to Nicky they were all a little on edge. His tendency to look like a kicked puppy, an analogy brought from Matt, when someone disappointed him unsettled everyone. Neil just couldn’t figure out if it was genuine or an intentional play on the others’ emotions.

A box of giant trash bags was next. Neil frowned, missing the point, but Nicky pointed to Andrew with a smooth hand.

“They’re black- there’s enough and Neil could even match, because you’re both so tiny.”

“No.” Andrew’s voice was flat. Unlike Kevin, he didn’t care if it hurt Nicky’s feelings. Still frowning, it took Neil another long moment to realize what Nicky meant. Stepping back, memories flashed through his brain. The last time he wore trash bags was in the shower, with Andrew. The careful tape protected the deep burns that still littered his arms.

“You can have the arm bands, too,” Nicky continued, oblivious to Neil’s distress. Two fingers and a thumb pushed on the back of Neil’s neck. His body shielded the others from seeing the moment of grounding and clarity. The burns on his arms ached with phantom pains. His hand came up to the scar on his cheek, pads of his fingers pressing in like he expected the flesh to pull away again.

The fingers on his neck pinched, digging in. They brought another part of the memory up. Neil, in trash bags and pushed against the wall. Andrew, dripping wet and using his hands and his mouth to take their mind off the events of the previous few days.

“I said no.” There was no argument from Nicky this time, only a dramatic sigh as he turned to Aaron.

“Absolutely not.”

“You could go as a-“

“Shut the fuck up, Josten.” The pre-med student glared daggers at him. There was a vitriol to them that was almost comical. The dead hatred in Andrew’s gaze was more impressive than Aaron. Like a stray kitten, he was puffed up and hissing and still the size of an ice cream pint.

“It’s okay,” Nicky breezed through the tension in the room, “these are actually just for the dorms.”

[starregulus]

Hatred

Andrew hates Neil. This a known fact. One of the many truths of the universe. As sure as the sun rising each day.

Andrew also hates heights. But he still goes up to the roof everyday, hanging his feet over the ledge whilst smoking a cigarette.

This may seem like insanity at first glance. But both these truths, these hatreds, have something in common. They make Andrew feel.

They break through that wall of apathy he wears as armor against the dangers of the world. They make his pulse race and his hands sweat. And Andrew hates it.

Or maybe he doesn't.

Andrew values honesty above anything else. He is not a liar and he never will be. After all they were all liars and Andrew will not anything like them.

So he's not lying when he says he hates Neil. He does hate him. More than anyone could ever possibly understand. But Andrew also hates heights. He's not afraid of heights, contrary to popular belief. He hates them. He was, however, afraid of falling.

[allforthegaymes]

Post Evermore drabble

(Andrew x Neil x Jean)

When Neil had told Jean about Andrew, way back in Evermore. Stumbled through shaky words between whichever torture sessions Riko and the Master had scheduled. Jean had wondered how in Neil’s mind, Andrew could ever seem as looking larger than life itself.

His brief meeting with the man at the banquet was nothing remarkable. A short welch for Kevin to cower behind. Likely too drugged to even comprehend what he had been saying.

But the way Neil talked about him then. What information would have been nothings if it had been spoken to anyone besides Jean.

Whispered tid bits as they lay in the dorm at night, fit together onto one bed for the comfort of company. Neil would tuck his face between Jean’s shoulder and talk about how Andrew always sat on the desk when he smoked in the dorm. How even though he was scared of heights, he would always lean far through the busted window screen to exhale smoke. How he took Kevins need for the buddy system in stride, letting the Foxes believe it was Andrew who needed it more than Kevin.

Jean couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful. Even knowing he had no way out of Evermore, at least Neil would have someone waiting who had experience taking care of the post Raven abuse.

The hope drifted slightly when Renee reached out to him. Neil had mentioned the system, how the Foxes were split between being Andrew’s or Renee’s. Hope bruised that maybe he could’ve been one of Andrew’s too.

Hope near crushed when Renee is the one to sweep into Evermore and drag his beaten body out.

He’s not sure why he was so convinced that Andrew would find him intriguing. The man doesnt visit like Renee does. Only making an appearance when Neil and Kevin feel the need to bully their way through Abby’s house to see him.

He is the one who rebukes Kevin’s offer to ask Jeremy to take in Jean with the Trojans. He doesnt give an explanation, just a steady stare towards Jean and a nod to him before they leave again for the dorms that night.

When the Foxes win against the Ravens, and Riko gets his arm near ripped off by the heavy swing of Andrew’s racket. Jean is glad someone else was able to protect Neil from Riko.

When Jean hears about Rikos suicide, and finds himself in that bathtub, and then finds himself dragged through the halls of the Fox Tower to the waiting ambulance. He thinks about whether Neil will be okay with just Andrew to take care of him.

He’s surprised to wake up in the hospital bed and see Andrew sat beside it, more surprised even to see that Andrew’s alone.

The blonde doesn’t offer him any words, but tugs off his black armbands, grabbing Jean’s hands to place them onto the faded, but raised scars beneath. Jean grips onto him harder than necessary but Andrew doesnt sway. A steady force for Jean to lean into.

When Jean releases his wrists, Andrew lets them tangle into his shirt instead while he pulls the bands back on.

“Dont touch me, just touch the clothes.”

Jean hooks one finger around a belt loop and a fistful of the shirt in another, and keeps them right there to fall back to sleep.

Hes moved back to the Fox Tower within a week, Kevin moves to sleep on the couch in order to give Jean his bed, but Jean finds himself crawling into Neil’s every night anyways.

“Does it bother you?” He asks Andrew once.

Neil is fast asleep beside him already but Andrew is sat on the desk by the window, leaning as far out as he can.

He gives Jean the quirk of one eyebrow.

“Me sleeping next to him. I know you two…and you know my…reputation”

Andrew snubs his cigarette out on the windowsill before dropping it to the concrete below.

“I’m not in charge of Neil and I will not be in charge of you either”

“But that doesnt-“

“It doesnt need to make sense,” Andrew shrugs “I told Renee I’d take care of you, and that means letting you have what you need to feel better”

“Would you come over too then?”

Andrew doesnt hesitate, barely remembering to kick off his shoes before he climbs in next to them. He stays closest to the edge of the edge of the bed, “no skin, but clothes are okay.”

Jean turns to his side to tangle his fingers into the sides of Andrew’s shirt, and lets the arm that Andrew slings over his shoulder tug him closer till his nose can be tucked into Andrew’s chest.

A deep breath.

The smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, and cheap deodorant.

Neil mumbles in his sleep somewhere behind Jean, but he tunes it out as Andrews fingers slide into his hair, scratching softly against his scalp until Jean’s breathing evens out, slipping into sleep as well.

[dykekarkat]

might do a fic which is just a compilation of andreil pov missing scenes from tgr...i feel like its been weeks since ive tried to write andreil and this is technically post canon so we shall see if it goes well or not.

[fivescocoa]

Prompt: gifting sweets Chapters: 1/14 Words: 365 Relationship: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Summary: A collection of soft andreil drabbles that are 100 ~ 400 words each. For @millportisntreal's AFTG Valentines Drabbles 2025.

[sunriseabram]

Fic Masterlist

Kids In The Dark (That Were Doomed From The Start) (Andreil) - Mature - 1.7k | Ongoing - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Bodyguard Nathaniel

It's quiet now and you're waiting on me (Twinyards) - Mature - 1.4k | One-shot - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Telepathy and Easthaven

Got A Secret (Can You Keep It?)  (Matt/Andrew/Neil) - Explicit - 7.4k | 3/6 chapters - Sexual Content - Actor Neil / Actor Andrew / Camera Man Matt

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Wolfsbane (Andreil) - Vervain Sequel - Mature - 32k | 9/9 Chapters - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Vampire Neil / Vampire Andrew

We're Okay (It Wasn't Real) (Andreil) - Mature - 710 | drabble - Nightmares - Drake

Eden (Andreil) - Explicit - 4.4k | one-shot - NSFW / Explicit sexual content - BDSM

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Bullet With Butterfly Wings (Andreil) - Teen and Up - 2.1k | one-shot - Canon Compliant - Angst with a happy ending Devil Sent To Plague (Andreil) - Teen and Up - 15k | 7/7 chapters - Demon Neil / Human Andrew - Comedy

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The Ghost of Nathaniel Wesninski (Andreil) - Teen and Up - 839 | drabble - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Canon Compliant | BAMF Neil Josten

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A Hunger Only You Can Fulfil (Andreil) - Gen - 620 | drabble - Soft Andrew

Not that type of body count (Andreil) - Mature - 727 | drabble - Canon Compliant | BAMF Neil Josten

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Whenever you are is where I call home (Neil) - Teen and Up - 2.4k | one-shot - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Neil at nest | warning: riko moriyama

[merceyca]

My neilmas drabbles are now complete!! Each relationship/pairing is listed in the chapter titles and all of these can be read seperately.

If you’re still in the christmas mood, you can read these here!! <3