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                                      andreil flowershop & tattoo artist au (insp)

                                 in which andrew works at bee’s flowershop and happens                              to notice a tattoo artist with pretty eyes and one hell of a mouth.

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Nighttime arrangements

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I’ve been so inactive these days!! Here have my apologies wrapped up in a cozy andrew + cats that I just realized was missing in my art tag!

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kevin, when someone asks why he always follows andrew around:

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Kevin, trying to give advice: Be the bigger person.

Neil: No. I’m 5'3" and bitter. You be the bigger person.

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“stickball” i say into the mic.

the foxes cheer loudly. i begin to walk off proudly when incoherent screeching demands silence from the room.

“IT’S EXY YOU IGNORANT FUCK”. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 4th row, jumping over the seats to beat the shit out of me is: kevin day.

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i Had to

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andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

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The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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it’s a spooning train

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My foxes <3

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mundane domestic things that are a part of andrew’s every day life now 

neil’s dirty socks strewn all over the apartment 

cat fur. everywhere. 

making coffee half asleep while he dumps five spoons of sugar into his mug with neil standing next to him all sleepy eyes and mussed hair 

neil yelling from the other room ‘i’m doing laundry babe do you have anything to throw in?’ 

dumping an armful of dirty clothes on neil’s head and walking straight back out of the room 

kissing neil goodnight, every night, before falling asleep next to him 

waking up next to neil every morning with the sun pouring through the small gap in the curtains, making neil’s auburn hair turn gold and red like fire

neil cooking dinner in that stupid apron with the kittens on it 

threatening cold-callers who interrupt their first meal together since one or both of them have returned from an out of state game 

never feeling alone because he has someone in his life who will stay with him through all the good and all the bad and knowing he’s in love even though he doesn’t know how to say it 

so instead he kisses neil every chance he gets. deep lingering kisses and sweet soft kisses and everything in between 

because this is his life now, and this is real

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iconic: neil literally throwing his phone to the other side of the room for going off when him and andrew are making out

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Aaron: You keep touching Neil when he’s upset.

Aaron: Next thing you know, he’s going to fall in love with you. Is that what you want?

Andrew, scoffing: Is that what I want.

Wymack, loudly over a speaker: Yes.

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just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask

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yeah i just miss you

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Sorry, but you can’t tell me that Neil and Andrew don’t go to Dunkin Donuts almost every morning. You also can’t tell me that Neil doesn’t get a bagel and Andrew doesn’t get a half dozen donuts all for himself.

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andrew: nothing in life is promised except death

renee: edgar allan poe?

andrew: kanye west