Reblog And Put In The Tags The Last Book You Read, The Book You’re Currently Reading And The Next Book

okay so in ch 3 of tfc andrew says they should throw a talent show to see what else neil can do. basically what i’m getting at is,, imagine if the foxes actually had a talent show ??? oh my god the Chaos that would ensue-

aftg au where aaron realizes that the only way he can safely date katelyn is if andrew is also dating somebody so he embarks on the dangerous and daring quest of Setting Up Andreil. phase one of his plan requires that he befriend neil (🤮), so he reluctantly puts away his disgust and starts being nice to him. neil is confused because Why Is Aaron Suddenly Interested In Exy When Did He Memorize My Coffee Order Why Is He Accompanying Me To Classes but he manages to look past the weirdness and starts genuinely enjoying aaron’s company.

now that aaron has neil in his pocket it’s time for phase two of the plan, in which aaron attempts to get neil and andrew on a date. the catch is that andreil have been hooking up for literal months, so now there’s the fun dynamic of neil and andrew worrying aaron is onto them and deliberately distancing themselves when he’s around as aaron tries more and more desperately to get them together. the end result is neil and aaron accidentally becoming besties and aaron walking in on them making out one day and accrediting himself with their relationship

i just need to reread all for the game

do you think andrew knew his birthday when he was in foster care? tilda didn’t even leave him with a last name - did she leave his birthday? or did he grow up with a random estimation? was aaron the one that told andrew what day they were born? is part of the reason he doesn’t bother celebrating because he just never knew what day to celebrate before and he wasn’t going to start that late in his life?

it’s really trippy to search for allison reynolds, expecting the blonde defensive dealer and absolute goddess allison jamaica reynolds, just for the search to give you allison reynolds, the basket case emo girl from an 80s movie

okay we can all agree that andrew likes to read, BUT it’s also a fact that he dog ears pages, ruins spines by leaving books lying open, shoves them in bags even if the pages get crumpled, and stains the books by eating messy foods while reading

so i'm currently consuming only orange food (on accident) and my mind just decided this needed to happen so consider this:

it's neil's sophomore year and they've managed to make it to championships again

this year it's a home game, so they don't have to travel anywhere

enter neil

it's the morning of the game, and as he pulls an orange from their fruit bowl he gets an idea

how much orange food do you think can he eat before the game?

he tells no one, but eventually they all catch on

the foxes were never one for superstition or pre-game rituals

the closest they got was tapping the "riko racquet" before each game

but suddenly it's like they're on a mission

that first year it's mostly neil, but after he scores the winning shot of the game it's cemented in the team forever

the next year almost all of them join in, going to every length to keep it orange

neil buys orange ice cream and special orders all orange m&m's to try and get andrew to join, to no avail

his junior year he stops to pick up coffee (the one thing they agreed to allow, though they usually shoot for orange mugs) when he has an idea

"do you think you could make an orange coffee"

the barista: 👁👁 can i what now

turns out they can

when neil shows up at the dorms with orange coffee for everyone andrew has never been so close to murdering him

nicky all but loses his mind when he sees the tray

matt very excitedly adds it to their running list of orange foods held to the fridge with a fox magnet

when neil graduates allison frames it and they hang it next to the trophy stand

by his senior year andrew still outright refuses to join in

until it's his last college championship game

neil comes home from his run early and flips on the kitchen light to find him on top of the counter

3/4ths of the way through a pumpkin pie, orange whipped cream and all

and halfway through a two liter of orange crush

they both freeze

for a long moment nothing is said

a clock's ticks echo through the room

neil grins, "don't believe in superstition, huh?"

"shut up, junkie"

"i'm not the one devouring an all orange pie like a gremlin right now"

"i will kill you"

"you'd have to put down the pie first"

eventually he does, in favor of a very different pre-game ritual

okay hear me out:

mary and neil always had tea on hand

yes, i know they only packed the essentials 

tea is essential

they would cram it into their duffle bags wherever it fit, and made sure to never run out

the only mugs they used were travel mugs, because regular ones would break too easily

tea became neil’s comfort drink over the years

it was something constant in his life, something that was always there for him after a long day or sleepless night

he guzzled tea after he’d been shot

his mom made it better than he did

their travel mugs were warm and full in the cup holders when mary was bleeding out

neil had to reach over them to shake her shoulders, trying to keep her awake when her eyes so desperately wanted to flutter closed

he tried to pass mary her mug to keep her conscious, tried to get her to drink just a sip mom, please, you can do it

the mug slipped out of her hands, covered in blood

neil let it burn in the flames of the car

he doesn’t drink tea anymore

but it doesn’t matter. he has a new comfort drink. andrew makes the coffee every morning

andrew makes it better than he does

here’s my @aftgexchange fic for @foxyroxisworld :) i had so much fun with this piece, and i hope you enjoy it <3

Summary:

Andrew Minyard couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t have flower tattoos adorning his skin. The sloping curves and sharp edges were dark and striking, and he thought that they might be nice to look at if they didn’t make his stomach drop. His foster families always averted their eyes at the sight, pity etched into their faces. Every time a new tattoo crept across his body, Andrew wanted to tear it off. He didn’t want them to appear in the first place.

He hated knowing that somewhere, he had a soulmate that was being hurt, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated that his skin was permanently stained with ink that he had never asked for. He hated flowers.

or

andreil soulmate au with scars and flower tattoos

andrew definitely sets alarms for like 6:13 and 8:19 and it makes kevin So Mad