#andrew neiman fluff

[lokis-army-77]

Andrew nNeiman fluff, him being a dad and putting his daughter to bed and then coming to his wife(reader) and being all cutesy

Sleep tight

Andrew Neiman x female reader

Word Count: 795 (Short and sweet)

The Reader comes home from work and sees her husband asleep with their daughter after reading her a bedtime story.

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I never usually came home late, but today I had. Traffic was worse than it had ever been and my boss at work had dropped two deadlines on me after lunch today. Needless to say, I had to stay a few extra hours and now I was super stressed and wanted nothing more than to see my daughter and husband and then curl into bed. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday or I would be even more on edge. 

The apartment was quiet as I walked through the door, setting my purse on the kitchen counter and kicking my shoes off next to the door. 

“I’m home!” I called out but received no answer. Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway where I saw a sliver of light coming through the crack in my daughter's bedroom door. 

Quietly, I pushed the door open. Andrew was sprawled out on the tiny toddler bed with our daughter cradled in one arm and a book in the opposite hand. She had already fallen asleep, her tiny grip on her plush triceratops loose and mouth wide open with small deep breaths going in and out. Andrew was on his way there too, head, nodding off every so often as he read, not noticing he had gone over the same two sentences three times. 

I smiled, crossing my arms and slowly backing out of the doorway. Waking him up would have startled him and I don’t think I could handle both his and our daughter whining about being woken up at the moment. So, I went to our room at the end of the hall and got ready for bed. 

The shower was hot and, although not exactly what I needed, it helped immensely to ease the tension in my shoulders. I wasn’t in there long, thanks to the shitty water heater going cold after about ten minutes. Then, on to pajamas. The soft fabric of my sleep shorts graced my fingers as I grabbed them from where I had tossed them at the foot of the bed this morning. I tugged them on and immediately began rummaging through the dresser for one of Andrew’s shirts to wear. Ever since we got together in junior year of college and practically moved in together, I had never worn anything else to sleep in, and now, I don’t think I ever will. 

Yawning, I threw the covers of the bed back and snuggled in, shining in relief when my aching feet were finally able to have a rest. It wasn’t long after that, that I started to doze off, only waking when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 

Opening my eyes only a sliver, I watched as Andrew entered the room and left the door cracked open. My eyes closed again while I listened to him rummaging around the room, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake me, but he’s never been the most careful person. A laugh left my lips when he accidentally hit one of the symbols of his drumset in the corner of the room. 

“Shit.” I heard him say as he quickly grabbed it, stopping the vibrations. 

“You know,” I spoke up, “I swear you could wake the dead. You are literally the least quiet person ever.” I rolled over to look at him. 

He stared at me with a sheepish smile. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Hun, if I had been, I wouldn’t be now.”

“Sorry.” He dropped into bed, scooting closer to me. His hand came out to hold the side of my face, thumb caressing back and forth. “How was your day?” 

“Shit. Why did you ever let me apply for an office job?” I couldn’t stop my words from coming out in an annoyed grumble. 

“Hey, you were the one who said it was a dream of yours to have a cubical.” He defended.

“Well, I take it back.” 

He only shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I missed you, and so did Carter.” 

“I know. I tried to make it home before bedtime, but they gave me a ton of paperwork that needs to be submitted by Wednesday next week and I ended up staying overtime. And you know how traffic and the subway can get after work.” 

“You’re here now, and tomorrow is the weekend. So, just close your eyes and get some sleep.”

I did as he said, giggling when he started to pepper kisses all over my face before pressing one last one to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling close to his warm body and quickly falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.

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[thesandwichdaddy]

Drumsticks Prt. 2

{Andrew/Rebecca-Whiplash}

[TW: slight violence, Andrew's dad 👁, mentions of hospital]

AN: I've been playing around with Tumblr a bit, can you tell? Your interaction makes me so happy. I too yearn for more Whiplash content on here. Love you, enjoy

2.2k words

“Shit.” Becca murmured as she called Andrew for the fifth time, looking around nervously at her band mates getting ready. Where are you, Andrew? “Becca, you’re on in ten if he doesn’t show up!” Fletcher yelled to her, just as stressed as she was. She hadn’t talked to Andrew since last night, and it was nearly 8 p.m. “God, Andrew, where are you??” She whispered to herself, blowing up his phone with messages.

Andrew groaned as he turned in his bed, his clothes from yesterday clinging to his sweaty body. He sat up, his hair messy, as he slowly came back to life. He glanced at the clock on his side dresser, and to his horror, it was almost 7 p.m. He stood quickly, bolting to his closet to get changed. "No, no, fuck!” He yelled. How could he have possibly slept that long? All day? That was just insane. He had no time for this. It was almost like a cruel joke the world had played on him.

He didn’t even have time to grab his phone as he finally changed, running a hand through his hand, grabbing his sticks, and running out the door. He felt a bit bad, but he had borrowed his dads car yesterday to make it to the concert tonight. It wasn’t like he was going, so what was the harm?

Andrew’s head swarmed with panic, thinking of too many things at once. He knew he shouldn’t be driving in this state, but he had to. So what if he was speeding a little? He was late. And he was an excellent driver. Right?

Right?

——

Just as Becca put up her phone with a worried expression and grabbed her sticks, in came Andrew. Becca’s eyes widened as she saw the blood soaking his clothes and face. His sticks were held shakily in his hand as he went right past her and to the stage, sitting at the drums. He wasn’t in his right mind. Becca could only watch in shock and worry. It was at this moment that Becca knew that drumming wasn’t just some hobby for Andrew. This was his life.

Despite Andrew's state, he played. And since Fletcher didn’t know, he let him. Becca wanted so badly to just get him and stop this madness, but she knew he’d never let her. This was a disaster; everyone was shocked at his desperate playing, which he had practiced for hours just for it to turn out like this.

He didn’t want to believe it; his body was on autopilot. Repressed emotions overwhelmed him with fear and anger. He didn’t mean to make a scene. He didn’t mean to attack Fletcher, either. Becca finally stepped in, running on the stage to pull Andrew back with the help of some other students to distance them. Even though Andrew was quite large compared to Becca, she was strong. Becca’s arms came under his to wrap around his chest from behind and pull him back. It was the last contact he felt before he passed out, finally succumbing to the damage from the wreck. He didn’t remember his body going limp in Becca’s arms as she whispered words of reassurance to him, slightly panicked. Becca looked to Fletcher, horrified by what Andrew had done, an apology almost spilling out of her mouth before Fletcher stood and just gave her a wave of dismissal, his nose bleeding. The whole scene was traumatic. For Andrew, for Becca, and for everyone around that witnessed it. Becca’s hand was firmly on Andrews chest, making sure that every second his heart wouldn’t stop. Her hands shook as she whispered to his unconscious body, trying to make both Andrew and herself feel better.

——

The buzz of the hospital lights and the soft beep of the machine were the only things that filled Andrew's head as he slowly started to wake. His eyes were heavy and glazed over as he glanced over himself and around until he spotted someone in the chair next to him—his dad. Andrew paused for a moment, trying to bring himself to form a coherent thought. He spoke, his voice raspy and tired. “Dad?” Andrew asked, which made his dad look up at him with a slight surprise. “Andrew, thank god.” His dad replied, sitting up straighter and searching for him.

Andrew brought a hand to his head, careful with the IV in his arm. He started to remember, grimacing at the events that had happened. How could he be so stupid? He made a damn fool of himself in front of all those people and Fletcher, in front of Becca. Not only that, but he had totaled his dad's car. “I’m so sorry.” Andrew said, on the verge of crying as he covered his face. His dad stood, coming over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t the best father, but he was a father. “It’s okay, son. I’m not even worried about that.” His dad said, giving a concerned look. Andrew could tell that he was uncomfortable in this situation and that his dad wasn’t used to it. He was lucky to be in the emergency room just for exhaustion and nothing else.

Andrew briefly composed himself, removing his hands and looking to his dad, small tears pricking Andrew's eyes. “How did I get here?” Andrew asked, needing to know. His dad mulled it over for a bit, thinking about how to tell him. “Your friend brought you; that girl.” His dad finally said. Of course she did. Andrew looked away, taking a deep breath. What did she think of him now? First, he completely blew her off, and now he acts like a total maniac in front of her. It made his throat sting with emotion even thinking about it. He longed for her comfort, terrified that he would never deserve it.

“She’s here, Andrew. In the waiting room.” His dad said it softly, giving him some space, knowing that something had to be going on between his son and this girl. Andrew looked at him, taking in his words. “How long have I been here for?” How long has she waited on me? That's what he meant to say. His dad checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. “Almost five hours.” His dad answered, trying to find out why he had asked him. Andrew felt horrible, but he was also a little touched that she would stay that long for him. Andrew took a deep breath, trying not to let the situation upset him that much. The last thing he needed was to cry in front of Becca. “Could you get her?” Andrew hesitantly asked his dad, trying to ignore the concept of Becca interacting with his dad. It upset him—the idea of someone he really liked having to talk to his dad. It didn’t feel right. It was too personal for him.

Andrew could hear the distant sound of their voices down the hall, gradually getting closer. Becca’s voice alone made him want to cry out and hold his arms out for her like a child, but he didn’t, swallowing the pit in his stomach he felt. “Andrew.” Becca spoke almost instantly, coming in and going by his side. She looked concerned and worried for him. "Hey,” she said softly, kneeling a bit next to his bed. “Hey.” Andrew spoke back, looking at her with a slight sense of shame. He wasn’t sure what to say or how to apologize. And just as he was about to, she cut him off. "God, I'm so glad you're okay, Andrew. I didn't know if you would..." She trailed off, swallowing her words, as she realized she was rambling. "Never mind. I'm just glad that you're okay." She said it softly to him. She looked like she was about to cry. How odd, Andrew thought.

He couldn't stop staring at her, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes slightly wide, like she was a ghost. Andrew quickly closed his mouth, his eyes darting away as he realized he was gawking at her like a dumbass. Was his face turning red? What was wrong with him today? He hoped she didn't notice. He held his breath, reaching for her hand. "I'm fine, Becca." He reassured her softly. Her hand was so warm against his. Or was his hand just cold?

Becca was pleasantly surprised by this gesture of his, holding his hand back and feeling how much larger it was than hers. It was surprisingly not as rough as she thought it would've been considering how much he plays. She smiled, resting her head on the side of the bed. Her smile soon started to fade into a slightly sad one as she felt the guilt of the night before. "Andrew," she murmured quietly to make sure that his dad wasn't listening from outside. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given you that stuff...I didn't know it would..." She trailed off again, looking away as she buried her lower face into the bed. 

"It wasn't that." Andrew said quickly, squeezing her hand gently. "It wasn't your fault, Becca, not at all," he said, looking at her to make sure that she understood that. Never would it be her fault for what happened. "It goes deeper than this...all of this, Becca," he says, almost a whisper as he swallows back his nervousness. Becca looked at him with a curious and caring look, waiting for him to continue. "I'm scared, Becca." He admitted it, whispering to her as she leaned a bit closer to him to listen. "I got so wrapped up in this drumming stuff...and I don't know how to get out." He continued, looking off at nothing as he gathered his thoughts. He thought all he needed was drumming. That was until Becca showed up. Now he was yearning for something more—something much more than his drums could give him. He yearned for connection.

"You're much more than that, Andrew." Becca said to him, hoping he wouldn't push her away like last time. And he didn't, looking at her with a soft look like she was his mother comforting him with her words. “Let me in.” She whispered to him, close to his face now as she searched his. Her thumb softly grazed over his hand as she held it. Andrew wanted nothing more than to do that. It was so hard for him to do, but he met her gaze, looking into her eyes. He gave a soft nod, pushing his fears back. “We’re like two drumsticks, me and you.” Becca said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the moment a bit. “We work together well.” She added, resting her head back down next to him as she relaxed, happy to be here with Andrew. “Against the drum of life.” Andrew added with a slightly amused smile, looking at her. Becca chuckled and nodded, agreeing.

Andrew felt good about this now, less nervous. He looked over to her, looking like he wanted something from her. Becca must’ve caught his look because she was soon staring back at him with a curious look. "Oh, uh,” Andrew said as he realized he had been caught staring. “I was wondering if you could join me. Do that thing from the other night again,” he said, extremely quiet. If he wasn’t blushing earlier, he definitely is now. Becca thought about what he meant for a moment and realized. She gave a smile and nodded, climbing up on the bed with him, almost giggling at how silly she must’ve looked. He was quick to throw the blanket over her legs as she sat up next to him and put her hand in his hair. On instinct, his head rested against her collarbone, closing his eyes and letting out a breath he’d been holding. No more pushing, he thought. He’d longed for this—to feel her hand in his hair, to feel her hold him. He felt like a stray dog finally giving into pets from a stranger. But Becca was no stranger to him, not anymore.

Becca was finally holding him, her fingers going through his hair softly as she felt his warm cheek on her neck. This was really nice—more than they both anticipated. It was funny how close they had come after being so cold to each other in the beginning. Now, drums were the last thing on their minds.

Beep. Beep. Beep

Becca looked at him. What was that noise? She glanced at his monitor. Andrew went red. Becca gave a soft chuckle, looking at his slight change in heart rate. It wasn't concerningly high, but she could piece together the reason for it. "ignore it." Andrew dismissed her, trying to escape his embarrassment in Becca's neck. "Sure Andrew." She said it with that same smile, relaxing in their embrace. At this point, Andrew was starting to doze off, mumbling something incoherent that seemed not so important against her skin.

The door clicked softly as it opened, with Andrew's slightly nervous dad peering inside and making eye contact with Becca. Becca's eyes widened with slight embarrassment, and she gave a sheepish smile. Andrew had been completely oblivious to this, thankfully, getting some much-needed rest in Becca's arms. Andrew's dad gave her a reassuring smile and mouthed. 'Call me if you need me' and closed the door. Becca sighed with relief, looking over to the clock, which read that it was almost two in the morning. They'd let Andrew leave in the morning after he got his rest. Becca closed her eyes as well, taking a much-needed nap with him.

[thecitysgraveyard]

im gonna start writing for andrew neiman :) okay well you can request smut, fluff or angst

you can give prompts if you want :>

[wowe-ed]

I'm back with a Whiplash fanfic 👉👈 for this February 14th!

(I just wanted to write something for them lol)

"Good at love"

♡ Andrew Neiman / Terence Fletcher

♡ 3K words

♡ Rated: T

♡ Unhealthy relationship + fluff & angst

♡ Valentine's day fic!

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[wowe-ed]

Hey everyone! I'm back with yet another whiplash fanfic 🫶

"Incinerate our shackles"

✓ Whiplash 2014

✓ Andrew Neiman/Terence Fletcher

✓ 9K words

✓ Fluff + crack treated seriously

✓ Marriage proposals

Rated: Mature (mostly for language because Fletcher)

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