#domestic andreil

[detectivebambam]

Andreil Annoying Each Other

whenever Andrew sends a text, he just stops walking. Neil bumps into him or loses him constantly

Neil always turns on the main light in the bedroom, Andrew hates "the big light" and wants to strangle him each time

both of them splash water on each other when they're washing their hands

Andrew is a blanket hog. even thought Neil constantly gets too warm and barely uses blankets anyway, he still gets annoyed

Neil puts empty containers back in the fridge

Andrew never takes out the trash

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

Please believe me when I say that King and Sir are absolute nuisances. Everyone hates them so much except for Neil and Andrew. (And Renee)

The cats tricked Neil into bringing them home (based on an ao3 fic called King and Sirs Gotcha Day)

Sir enjoys pretending to be cute to lure you in to pet him, but will take his first chance to attack you.

King will stalk you and attack your feet. You'll never see her coming. (She uses her claws like Andrew uses his knives)

So photogenic you forget forget all the wrong they've ever done

They are the sweetest to Andrew and Neil, even when guests are over. Nicky whines about how unfair this is

Neil doesn't allow them to have people food

It's okay though, they know Andrew will give them people food when Neil's not looking

(Neil totally knows)

Sir wears a bell on his collar so they know where he is

King refuses to wear a collar

She keeps pulling/ biting them off, much to the boys displeasure, and hides them so they can't find it

They eventually gave up on the collar when King started meowing everytime she entered a room with Andrew or Neil so she wouldn't accidently sneak up on them

Aaron and Kaitlyn babysat them for a weekend while Andrew and Neil were at the fall banquet

They proceeded to destroy Aaron's house without getting caught

King will stare Aaron down until he looks at her. She will then proceed to knock over the closest thing to her.

She even locked him outside his apartment once. (He was mildly impressed)

Sir is all cuddly towards Kaitlyn, so Aaron can't punish them

After the weekend Aaron vows to never see the cats again

(Andrew interrogates them on how they did that so he could do it. They meow and Andrew nods back in understanding)

Renee takes care of the cats when the boys are gone

King likes Renee. Sir begrudgingly respects her

Dan was the first to mention how similar King and Sir are to Andrew and Neil respectively.

Silently, this explains a lot to Andrew

[crystalmethsthings]

Domestic Andreil hc:

- when Neil is studying, Andrew brings him bowls of cut up fruits to make sure he eats something

- Andrew lets Neil draw on him with washable pen, usually he’ll be on his back and Neil will draw on his chest and arms

- Andrew puts little braids in Neil’s hair after he lets it grow out. Kind of like the braids Astrid puts in Hiccup’s hair

- they give each other forehead kisses

- if Andrew is on the couch reading when Neil gets back from his run, he’ll press a gentle kiss to Andrew’s head before heading off to shower

- After tying Neil’s bandana for him, Andrew will kiss his forehead

- if it’s a bad day for Andrew, Neil will have a tub of Andrew’s favorite ice cream and a crime show ready for him when he comes back from the roof or a drive

- Andrew lays on top of him when Neil can’t fight the urge to run and nothing else helps, not even a hand on the back of his neck or an “Abram”

- Neil gets a tattoo on his wrist of the key to the Columbia house

- Andrew gets a tattoo on his forearm (so he can cover it with his armbands if he wants) of one of Neil’s doodles

[exy-shmexy]

andrew slowly tracing shapes over neil’s body with one hand.

he lets his fingers glide over the strong muscles of his stomach, the defined collarbones, the shape of his pecs. he follows the lines of his scars, already knowing them all by heart but wanting to make sure they’ll forever be rooted in his brain anyway. andrew’s touch remains soft, featherlight, which made neil giggle with a barely-stifled effort at not reacting to how ticklish it feels at first. now, now he’s as relaxed as he can. his eyes are closed. he occasionally hums with contentment. nothing indicates this will turn more heated. andrew just focuses on the varying textures of neil’s skin, a canva painted with all his previous lives.

it’s quiet around them, the foxes went out of the dorms together, but neil felt too tired to go with them so andrew stayed behind too, both of them ignoring nicky’s sly comment about enjoying their time alone. it’s just the two of them, together, with nothing to worry about.

[sahana-draws]

Headcanon that whenever Andreil get back home from outside, Neil is the one who opens the door with his keys, because Andrew and Neil both know how symbolic keys are to Neil <3

So here's an art of Andreil back from grocery shopping, with Neil opening the door!

I made this domestic bliss Andreil art for Amora (@exysexualmoron) for @aftgexchange! Amora, I very much hope you like it!

[indigothemuse]

Promise- Andriel

Hi everyone!! This is a birthday fic written for Archi, who you may know as @moonscarsandstars

Crossposted on ao3.

Fic will be under the cut! <3

Dan wakes up at 7 am to the sound of furious knocking on her door. She groans and rolls out of bed, regretting the loss of her blanket and Matt’s warmth. She still moves quietly. Matt had a late flight, and she doesn’t want to disturb him. A courtesy whoever’s knocking doesn’t seem to share.

She opens the door, and sighs. Neil Josten stands outside her apartment, in a pair of running shorts and a bright green shirt. “Why in the world are you here?”

He bounces on the balls of his feet, shoes the same green as his shirt. “I need to talk to Matt.”

“Matt is sleeping. Which I would like to be.”

“Oh.” He follows her inside (uninvited) and takes off his shoes. Dan wonders idly if Andrew got them. Neil continues to follow her like a lost puppy. He doesn’t look like one anymore at least.

She turns to face him outside her room. “Okay. I am going to go back to sleep. And so are you.” She cuts off his protest with a Captain Stare™ . “Come on. Sleep.”

He slides into the bed, and Matt rolls over, slinging an arm around him. Dan smiles, takes a quick photo and sends it to the group chat that she has with her Foxes, and goes back to sleep.

☽٭٭٭☾

Neil wakes up at 11:30, face to face with Matt. He’s barely awake, blinking blearily.

“Am I dreaming?”

“Unless you suddenly have hyper-realistic dreams, no.” Neil keeps his voice soft, wary of waking Dan.

“Mm. All right, let’s get breakfast.” Matt stands and Neil follows, feeling more alert than he had before. Their kitchen is nice, bright, and clean. There’s a small plant on the windowsill above the sink, and Neil pauses to read the sticky note next to it. Water twice a day—Breakfast/Dinner. The note is in Renee’s careful script, and the i’s are dotted by little stars, and there’s a cluster of them in the corner. He waters the plant, and looks to Matt. He’s rummaging through the cabinets, and emerges with a triumphant grin, brandishing a skillet and shallow bowl.

“Okay! Young grasshopper—” “what” “—I’m going to teach you how to make the best french toast you’ve ever had!”

“Young grasshopper?”

Matt nodded sagely. Neil smiled a little, and jumped up onto the counter, swinging his legs. Matt starts pulling things out of the fridge and cupboards, and mutters to himself under his breath. Neil catches the fork that Matt throws, reaching up easily. (Years of Andrew and Kevin throwing things that he asks for have been helpful for his reflexes, even if Kevin almost broke his nose once.)

“Right! So we need eggs, cinnamon, vanilla and salt mixed together.” Matt brings measuring spoons over with him and Neil pushes himself onto his knees to watch curiously. Matt measures out the ingredients, talking him through the process.

Neil finds that he enjoys it more than he thought. Matt talks animatedly, if quietly, catching him up on all that he’s missed. It’s spring break, two weeks of time off before Neil has to be back for his final few months of school.

Finally, they end with six pieces of French toast. Matt puts powdered sugar on his, and Neil steals half of their fruit for his pieces. Dan laughs when she emerges from the bedroom and sees powdered sugar over Matt and Neil’s mouth stained red from strawberries. She pours herself a cup of coffee, kisses Matt’s forehead, and plucks a blueberry from his plate.

“Morning!” She’s cheerful now, brown eyes bright. “So, Neil, what brings you to our humble abode?”

He sighs, fork beginning to push his bread around. “I, er…I wanted to do something. For Andrew.” Dan's eyebrow twitched. “He just…he’s really important to me, and since I’m probably not going to get signed on his team…” Andrew lived in Boston and played for the Boston Rebels. Neil had been getting offers, but none from Andrew’s team.

“Did you already have something in mind?” Matt leaned forward, breakfast forgotten.

“Yeah. This.” He pulled the ring box out. “It’s not an engagement ring!” he yelped, as Dan and Matt Looked at each other and then back at him. “It’s a promise ring. For ours.”

Dan had brought a hand up to her mouth, her wedding ring glinting. He smiles nervously, fidgeting with the box. “That’s beautiful, Neil. I’m sure he’ll lo-adore it,” she corrected herself quickly, and smiled at him.”

Matt left his seat and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Neil. He’ll like it. Trust us?”

That wasn’t even a question. He had put his life in their hands before, over and over again, and by now it was second nature to trust them.

“Yeah. Okay. Thanks for breakfast.” Matt pulls him into a tight hug. Dan ruffles his hair after, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“See you, Captain. Have fun with your Foxes!”

Neil grins at her. “Have a good day, Coach.”

Dan beams at him, he’s waving and leaves, and then running back to Andrew’s apartment.

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Andrew looks up when a key turns in the lock. Neil had visited Dan and Matt the day before and had come home looking much more relaxed. And now, returning from his morning run, he comes inside sweaty, but not gasping for air.

Neil comes over and peers down at Andrew. “What are you working on?”

Andrew frowned at his laptop. “Lacey, the PR manager wants me to ‘have a more active presence on social media.” Hence, his screen displayed a view of their most recent emails, where he ran out of reasons not to post more.

“Mm. You could post a picture of us!” Neil grins at him, crooked, blue eyes shining and auburn hair tousled.

“In your sweaty workout clothes?”

Neil nods seriously, but amusement glints in his eyes. “Of course. They want the authentic versions of us.”

“Which includes you, post-run?”

“Yep! Smile!!” Neil loops an arm around his neck and sits in his lap. He takes the photo quickly and spins his phone to show Andrew. He’s looking at Neil, eyebrow quirked. He’s resolutely not smiling, but that means nothing when his face looks so…soft. “Can I post it?”

“Do you even know how to use social media?”

Neil pouts. “Rude.”

“It’s one of my better qualities.”

He grins at that and presses a butterfly soft kiss to his cheek. “Can I post it though? Or at least send it to the others?”

“Yes. You can post it.”

Neil does so, writing out a caption with the focus he typically reserves for reviewing Exy footage (Junkie, he thinks with something almost like fondness), tongue poking out between his teeth. He glances at his phone when it sounds off the Twitter notification. @jos10exy tagged you in a post!

He looks at it. Neil had posted the picture, and he was grinning at the camera. Andrew doesn’t look at himself again, instead amusing himself with how quickly the people react. Neil has a popular social media presence, probably due to his nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter.

The responses roll in, and people lose their minds.

Lacey messages him, a simple ‘Good.’

☽٭٭٭☾

Neil is, simply put, losing his mind. The ring sits, heavy, in his pocket. The weight of Andrew’s gaze is almost crushing. And he tries, so hard, to act normal. To act as though it does not burn under his skin, as though the secret lies across his tongue, ready to take the fall.

He has two days before his flight back to Palmetto and the Foxes, and then the final game of the season—championships between the PSU Foxes and the USC Trojans. Jeremey, Jean, and most of the original team that he had played in his first year had graduated. This was a new lineup too, led by Captain Olive Brant, a backliner.

But he doesn’t want to have to plan out strategies and deal with Jack and Sheena. He’s just happy to be here, with Andrew, in their little pocket of the world.

“What,” Andrew says, crushing the silence like how he grinds out his cigarettes.

“Huh?”

“Something’s bothering you.”

Warmth unfurls in his chest, blooming, flower petals opening up. “Yes,” he says, simple, sweet, offering up a truth for their game.

Andrew waits. Neil sighs, softly, and pulls the ring box out of his pocket. Andrew stiffens ever so slightly, but still, he waits. “It’s a promise ring. Not—not an engagement ring. Not if you don’t want one. And it’s for us. Our yeses, and our nos. And the promise to be there for each other, to protect each other. But if you don’t want it—”

“Neil.” Andrew had moved during Neil’s rambling, and he gently squeezes the back of his neck. “Yes, I want it.” He takes the box and slides it carefully onto his right ring finger. It’s a simple black band, but there are stars engraved on the outside, a small cluster of three. Inside, ‘Home’ is written. Andrew smiles. “Can I kiss you?” Neil breathes, overcome.

“Yes.”

Andrew leans in first, and Neil meets him, in a soft, sweet kiss. He’s smiling against Andrew’s lips, but Andrew just tangles his fingers in Neil’s hair. When they pull away, Neil is beaming. Andrew has a tiny smile pulling at his mouth.

“Is this why you’ve been running all over the place?”

Neil laughs. “Yeah. I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“I do. …Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m glad you do.”

Andrew reaches into his own pocket and pulls out a similar ring box. “It looks like we had similar ideas.”

The ring is black, and simple, but there’s a moon inscribed on the top. He checks under the band, and smiles at what he sees. ‘Junkie’.

“Thank you, Andrew.” He slips it on, and looks at it. “We match, see?” Neil holds out his right hand, and he obligingly holds out his.

“Yes.” Andrew studies him. “Something’s still wrong though.”

Neil frowns. “I just…miss you. Yeah, you’re here, but I’m going back soon. And then I probably won’t be able to sign with your team, but I’ll be pro, and—”

Andrew leans forward and again, gently squeezes the back of his neck. “Neil. Breathe. Our relationship is not dependent on being close by. You could live in Europe, and I would still be with you. Our promises are not just the result of being in the same area. I will protect you, no matter what.”

Neil looks at him. Hazel eyes steady, maybe not warm, but caring. Protective. “Yes,” he says, slowly. “I know. It’s just…difficult, not being by you anymore, especially once I go pro.”

“I know.” Then, Andrew moves his hand to rest it against Neil’s cheek, ring cool against his burn scar. “I’ll be here. I promise.”

Neil is overcome. “I will be here too.” He brings his hand up to squeeze his hand. Andrew smiles.

Maybe it isn’t perfect. Not now, maybe not ever. But Neil knows, with Andrew, he’ll be okay. Able to thrive and not just survive.

He’s happy. And he’s going to do his best to stay that way.

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I sincerely hope that you had as much reading it as I did writing it <3

happy birthday, love. i hope that you had a wonderful day, and I'm so excited to seeing what this year brings you. i love you dearly, and you're one of my absolute best friends.

love,

indigo (the muse)

[the-gay-cousin-666]

Once Neil and Andrew start living together, Andrew starts leaving the books he reads laying about the flat. On the coffee table, sofa, kitchen counter, just sort of wherever. After Neil notices this pattern, he will pick it up and start reading from the beginning. If it interests him enough, he'll find a piece of paper and bookmark it.

Andrew doesn't notice at first, but he can see his books are moving around and odd receipts and scraps are falling out of the pages. Eventually he catches Neil in bed, engrossed in his latest pick, and quietly slips in to peak at what part Neil is currently at, maybe even comments on what he thought about it.

It becomes a common practice for them overtime, maybe they even take turns picking books, and whoever is ahead leaves little notes for when the other catches up.

Maybe, when they're both in the mood, they take turns reading aloud and discuss the plot over dinner.

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

ANDREW SLEPT WITH HIS BACK TO THE DOOR IN WHEN THEY WERE AT THE CABIN AND NOT ONLY DID HE DO THAT HE ALSO HAD HIS ARM UNDER NEILS PILLOW!

[violettehoneybee]

I'm a sucker for soft andreil hcs like them being all sappy and lovey- mwah give them happiness fr , so I took upon myself to draw soft andreil

[starregulus]

everytime i remember that Andrew and Neil are canon I giggle

like they kiss and stare lovingly into each others eyes across the room. and andrew calls neil and asks if he wants anything from the store. and neil calls and asks andrew what brand of cat food he should get

and andrew makes sure there's always fruit and yoghurt in the fridge. and everytime neil buys andrew like family variety packs of candy for andrew every Valentine's day and halloween and christmas (and buys even more when they go on sale) and and and

[detectivebambam]

thinking about Andrew and Neil choosing to adopt shelter cats that are super old, or blind, or amputees. kind of becoming mini wymacks by taking care of the ones that nobody wants.

plus Andrew healing his inner child by adopting unwanted strays is just so important to me

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

Something I couldn't get out of head today, so I'm bringing it to you.

Neil reads to Andrew

After a while of living together (in the dorms, then their house/apartment) Neil knows which books Andrew would like

He gets a library card so he doesn't actually have to buy the books that Andrew would unboubtly remember every single word of

Neil says he prefers to read aloud so he can work of different accents

Andrew allows the lie because he likes listening to Neil's voice and all the accents that come with it

Andrew will subtly (nor so subtly) drop hints for future books/genres he likes

They do this almost every night for an hour or two before they go to bed

When Neil has a bad day/ sore throat/ doesn't feel up to it, Andrew will pick up from where they left off for the allotted reading time

He says it's because he doesn't like to break routine but they both know different

[ninyard]

From the banter fic prompts #14 "who does this belong to" pretty please

short silly fluffy domestic andreil for you my friend! thank you for the ask <3

“Who does this belong to?” Aka the disagreement over sharing clothes sometime in the distant future.

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“You are long past the days of being a liar,” Andrew was lazily folding laundry at the end of the bed as he insisted on continuing the meaningless play argument they’d started earlier. One pile next to him was freshly dried clothes Neil had washed earlier, the other side haphazardly folded clothes Andrew simply refused to fold neatly. “Admitting it to yourself is the first step.”

“I have nothing to admit.” Neil held his hands up as he sat with his back to the headboard of their bed. It was one of those days full of nothing but chores, the day of the week in which they had to force each other to complete the menial domestic tasks that kept their home running smoothly. He was trapped by the cat on his lap, of course, his excuse as to why he wasn’t helping Andrew with the folding. Both of them were comfortable in their sweatpants and pyjamas, and a record played softly from the living room. “We’ve been sharing clothes since my sophomore year. I’m telling you this argument is invalid.”

Andrew paused and pointed at the hoodie Neil was hearing. Neil took the strings in his hands and smiled, his head cocked to accompany the cheeky grin. “That is mine.”

“This is ours,” Neil corrected him, and Andrew shook his head as he placed down the T-shirt in his hands. “Not yours.”

“I specifically remember buying that before a game in New York because all the clothes I’d packed were too thin, and it was cold.” Andrew said, then re-corrected Neil. “It is mine.”

“So, whose t-shirt are you wearing right now?” Neil nodded towards the beige top Andrew had pulled off the floor that morning.

“My own.” Andrew said, nonchalant, knowing Neil hadn’t succeeded in proving his point. “Because I bought it without explicit intent for it to belong to the both of us. I bought it for me. You can wear it if you want, but it’s still mine.”

“Bad example, then, because I’ve never worn it.” Neil leaned forward and pulled a sweater out of the pile of clean clothes that he knew both of them adorned pretty often. “Who’s is this?”

“Yours.” Neil tutted in disagreement, and Andrew waved the reaction off. “Just because we are living this domestic nightmare doesn’t mean we have to become the same person, you know. You can just settle for saying you like wearing my clothes.”

“But I’m not wearing your clothes.” He folded up the sweater to help out, throwing it onto the already-folded pile. “That’s our sweater.”

“If you say so.” Andrew shrugged and threw a T-shirt at him. It disturbed the sleeping cat, who jumped off the bed and skittered away on the hardwood floors. “Who does that belong to?”

Neil held it up and looked at it. “Both of us.”

“That’s yours.” Before Neil could put the tee down, Andrew threw another, causing him to drop it anyway as the second article of clothing hit him in the face. “And who does that belong to?”

Neil recognised it without having to look. “That one is mine. I’ve never seen you wear it.”

“You are so close to getting it.” Andrew threw two more at him in quick succession, and Neil laughed as he struggled to catch them both. “Rapid fire. Tell me, Neil, who do they belong to?”

“This one is yours because it’s too big for me.” Neil held them both up, dodging another one being thrown his way. “This one is ours, and that one,” he nodded at the third one that had gotten caught on their headboard. “That one we both wear, so it’s both of ours too.”

“Yes, no, no.” Andrew caught them with a soft, barely there smile, as Neil hurled them back his way. “You bought the second two, so they’re yours.”

“But you love that one.” Neil gestures towards the one his boyfriend was currently folding. Andrew pouted, neither agreeing or disagreeing, even though he knew the statement was true. “You always wear it. Is it too romantic to just admit that there are some things in this life that belong to the both of us, together?”

“Our home does.” Andrew tilted his head back and forth. “Our cats do. There are things we bought as equals that belong to both of us. There are pieces of clothing,” he held up a hoodie as an example. “That we bought together. Although it may come as a surprise to you, the things you buy these days do actually belong to you.”

“Sure,” Neil leaned forward to pair together some of the socks that sat with the pile. “But normal couples share things.”

“And we do share things,” Andrew nodded. “My point is that if we ever had to go our separate ways again, there’s things you would take, that if I asked you right now who they belonged to, you would say both of us. That’s all.”

“Oh, so it’s like, you’re just covering your ass for when we break up, is that it?”

“I meant if you transferred teams, dumbass. But if that’s where your mind takes you, then maybe you and I should have a conversation.” Andrew said. Neil didn’t bother to argue and just shook his head at the suggestion, still smiling as he tucked one sock into the other. “I just don’t agree that everything we share has to belong to the both of us.”

“That’s your opinion. I just don’t have to agree with it, either.” Andrew placed the empty laundry basket on the floor and picked up the pile of folded clothes to put them away as Neil spoke. “But truthfully, you only think that because it means you can still say that you like how your clothes looks on me. I know that’s it.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Andrew tucked the t-shirts into a drawer. “Maybe you’re wrong. Usually wrong.”

Andrew knew there was some semblance of truth to what Neil had said, and Neil knew it too. They would argue about it again, at some point. For now, they agreed to disagree, and Andrew tucked away his own hoodies.

Neil put away their socks.

[miehczyslaw]

I LOVE YOU IM GLAD I EXIST.

[exy-shmexy]

in case anyone needs some fluff today, i got you covered.

Neil couldn’t help biting his lips, hope shining bright in those infuriatingly blue eyes of his. “Yes or no?” he asked again, completely unable to hide his amusement while he clicked the pen for emphasis.

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Yes.”

***

Or the one where Andrew lets a bored Neil draw on him and then keeps a permanent trace of it.