#I am free anytime you are Andrew . . .

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield - Variety's Actors on Actors

#this is me making a lazy short gifset again #andrew garfield #my gifs #I just had to have an excuse to look at him again #I love his silly lean and his expression in the second one #and I love the way the swirls are in his hair #and the way that shirt is not terribly buttoned . . . I am looking #sir I am free anytime for you #I just am weak for him

[juicegremlin]

Hugs (5+1)

~4~

TW: a bit o’ spice :)

Andrew’s hand is on Neil’s thigh. He’s tracing his thumb along the inner seam of Neil’s jeans, letting the touch taper just before things get to be... too much.

Eden’s isn’t terribly crowded tonight. The lights are bright as ever, music pulsing and familiar. Nicky and Aaron have situated themselves on the dance floor. Kevin disappeared a handful of minutes ago with someone from the bar, and Andrew can’t imagine he’ll be back anytime soon.

Andrew doesn’t mind in the slightest. He’s content to sit here, reveling in Neil’s company and closeness. He’s squeezing the muscles in Neil’s thigh and wondering how he managed to live long enough for his hand to earn a place there.

“More drinks?” Neil asks, close enough to Andrew’s ear to send a shiver racing down his spine.

“No,” Andrew says, and Neil’s lips quirk.

There’s been something weighty about Neil’s gaze all night—something Andrew’s not entirely sure he knows how to confront. He’s used to Neil’s biting sarcasm, his harsh, personal brand of concern. He knows how to handle both.

But Neil has always been less overt with his desire. Andrew can recognize it in bed, when they’re already primed and ready to deal with it, but every once in a while he’ll catch Neil’s eyes lingering on the line of his shoulders at breakfast, the curl of his arms at the gym.

And Andrew is no stranger to attraction, but it’s… different, from Neil. Blink-and-you-miss-it poignant. The intensity is unlike anything Andrew has ever felt before, and it is sweltering. Part of him wishes Neil could tone it down, but the larger, louder part has only one thing to say, and that’s touch me.

Neil’s got his arm slung over Andrew’s shoulders. His fingers are tracing Andrew’s collarbone through the fabric of his shirt, and Andrew wants them on his bare skin.

He won’t lie and say he didn’t put a little extra effort in tonight, just to see what would happen. He forewent his usual combination of rips and buckles for something a little sleeker—more classic. He selected a tight black shirt that’s just long enough to tuck into his waistband, and his best pair of skinny jeans. His boots give him an added bit of height, though Neil is still the proud and smug owner of two more inches.

Andrew doesn’t know if it’s the clothes that did it, or the extra effort at practice. Neither, both—and it’s the not knowing that drives him up the wall. He wants to know how to elicit this side of Neil whenever, wherever. He wants the keys to all Neil’s locks.

The mere press of Neil against his side, however, is enough to remind him that it’s never that simple. No single person comes with an in-depth instruction manual.

He’ll just have to take what he can get.

“You’ve barely had any,” Neil says, and it’s true.

Andrew pinches his thigh. “I am obviously very, very drunk.”

“Oh, sure,” Neil nods in faux-earnest. “How embarrassing.”

“You should probably take me home.”

“So you can continue to embarrass yourself in private?”

“Not necessarily the activity I had in mind.”

Neil’s grin falters in favor of something darker, half-lidded. His fingers slip under the collar of Andrew’s shirt and trace his collarbone again, only this time it’s skin against skin.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, let’s go.”

***

After dispatching the buffoons to their respective corners of the house, Andrew locks himself and Neil in the bedroom. He keeps it dark, opens the window to let the light of the streetlamp shine through. When he turns back to the bed, he finds Neil sitting at the edge of it.

“I want to say something,” he says. “I want to touch you while I do it. Yes or no?”

Andrew considers. His body is loose, relaxed. He nods his assent and crosses to Neil, allowing himself to be pulled into the space between Neil’s knees.

“Where?” Neil asks.

“Hips and up.”

“Okay.”

Neil reaches out, lightly splaying a hand below Andrew’s ribs. The other reaches for the hem of Andrew’s shirt, tugging it carefully free from his waistband. He pinches the fabric between two fingers as if assessing the quality.

“I like this shirt,” he says.

Andrew’s throat bobs. “Jealous that I know how to dress myself?”

“Jealous? No,” Neil pulls him closer. “Just lucky I get to look at you.”

The hand pinching Andrew’s shirt moves to slide up under it, Neil meeting Andrew’s gaze in a silent question.

Andrew grips his wrist and pulls it until Neil’s palm makes contact. “I said hips and up.”

“Just checking,” Neil’s hand passes over Andrew’s sternum. “We haven’t really done anything like this before.”

“Like this.”

“Me, talking to you. Talking in general.”

“You talk to me all the time. In fact, you never shut up.”

“Fuck you, you know what I mean,” a pause. “It’s okay, though? You like this?”

“I never told you to stop.”

A sigh parts Neil’s lips. He rucks Andrew’s shirt up above his ribs—slowly, slowly. Andrew feels a bit of his soul leave his body.

“You’re so strong,” Neil says, breath fanning over Andrew’s exposed navel. “I’ve always thought so. Like you could carry me through anything.”

And before Andrew can break in with a shut the fuck up, Neil presses a kiss to his stomach and everything in Andrew short-fucking-circuits.

Distantly, he’s aware that his hands have moved to grip at Neil’s shoulders, that he might have stopped breathing, a little bit. It’s very possible that Neil is the only thing keeping him upright at the moment, and isn’t that ironic?

Neil’s lips trail over every inch of skin he’s been made privy to. He’s saying things—terrible, wonderful things—arms sliding around Andrew’s waist.

“Can I show you?” Neil murmurs. “Can I show you how beautiful you are?”

Andrew could die. He could fucking die, right fucking now.

“Yes,” he whispers, because what a way to go.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | +1

The beginning of Neil’s journey as the Dirty-Talk King. Thanks for reading!! <33

#aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfiction #aftg fanfic #all for the game fanfic #all for the game #andreil #andrew minyard #andrew minyard x neil josten #neil josten #the foxhole court fic #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil fanfic #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #JuiceGremlin

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e4 slumber party (w. robbie thompson)

were they plugging in some vacuum tubes in this old timey flashback. also thanks for the update on kevin, show, i had lost track of him

DEAN You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves, so I picked you up season one of Game of Thrones.

funny that the game of thrones thing is canon, read a handful of things that mentioned them watching it and it was such an unexpected detail i thought it was just (not terribly in character) fanon LOL

i see you, microsoft surface product placement lol

okay i also see you, pr0n folder. very cute

laughing at the idea that this ~30s-40s era computer has files. but it is magical so *hand wave*

gettin a talk from the dads. but her sneaky distraction worked

SAM You really can't delete those from the Internet? CHARLIE Not even I can do that. Come on! DEAN Where do you even find them? CHARLIE A top-secret place I call Amazon. And someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work.

i like that gentle poking fun at the show

CHARLIE So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other's hair?

CHARLIE Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick. Any plans on moving in anytime soon? SAM I am moved in. This is just my style.

again i shouldn't be surprised these details (sam's uncomfortable bed) are canon but yet i continue to be!

DEAN Yeah, this is his, uh, style. SAM Well, I'm sorry I haven't hung up the, uh, "Hang in there, kitty" poster yet, Dean. Feel free to redecorate. DEAN So, what, our home's not good enough for the "Hang in there, kitty" poster? SAM This isn't our home. This is where we work. DEAN What's the difference?

ouch, sam.

ps if i didn't mention it, isn't it gonna be a problem if the boop-boop magical computer detects angels and is gonna detect the one sam doesn't know is inside him right now

there's too much going on right now. the jar of goo they spilled and don't know about, the goofy flashback witch lady who's obviously related, bickering spouses, charlie hacking the gibson, angel boop-boop

and i thought i recognized this kid's face and voice, yet another person that was on the killing! those vancouver shows, lots of commingling

the killing s3e1 the jungle - andrew jenkins as cody

dorothy, wicked witch, crowley. this is just a lot.

CROWLEY Write it down so daddy can help.

--

DEAN Damn it, I just cleaned in here. SAM Really?

home? what's that?

excuse ME keep those eyeballs away from the fourth wall, mister. i know these episodes are the fannish variety but :p forced me to open premiere AND photoshop

DOROTHY I can't believe I've lived here for 75 years. How long have you called this place home? SAM My brother calls it home. Me, I, uh -- I haven't had that much luck with homes. DOROTHY Me neither. Overrated, you ask me. Yellow bricks or not, give me the open road any day.

LOL okay. thanks for clarifying this point about sam

hey now charlie gets to up her death counter. exciting. the plot machinations around ezekial are so tiresome

does Wicked break the fourth wall? why is this happening?

y'all are creepin me out

SAM Look, I never had what you had with mom and dad, okay? DEAN What are you talking about? SAM I don't have any memories of home. And whenever I've tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn't ended well. DEAN Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. I mean, this is about as close to home as we're gonna get, and it's ours.

this is such a mishmash of shit happening

this whole plot of the oz thing being real, her dad sanitizing it... this is very much like, a main plot of the magicians. (fantasy books kept main character man alive during depths of depression, turns out the dude who wrote them did live next door to the kids and they did actually go to the magical place but it's all very dark and disturbing)

CHARLIE Me? What about you crazy kids? You gonna be all right without me?

apparently not. dean getting attached

the very special episode where sam learns home can be Good, Actually

how big is the hole gonna get that dean's digging himself into with the angel possession situation. but i don't even really care to think about it because then i get irritated at how the show set up the situation

#supernatural #spnwatch #mygifs #spn 9x04 #charlie bradbury #spnhiky #hiky #the killing #andrew jenkins #robbie thompson #spn canon not fanon #spngifs

[reclusivedouche]

Riverdale Thoughts: 3x06

PEEP SHOW! Please, I am the Barchiest of stans so like yes to all of it. Anyway, thoughts.

Jughead is not interesting to me rn if he's not with Veronica and since that's currently over... (Also like I better see him kiss Ethel properly at least ONCE omg before Tabitha comes back ofc bc Tabitha)

What I wouldn't give to have a window's view into Archie Andrew's bedroom wow

50's Archie is honestly the best Archie, it's so good

Betty and Veronica should kiss again in the 50's as a treat.

Also, Archie and Jughead have to kiss before the show ends to complete the circle or else!!!

Surprise Evelyn Evernever is really out here saying things like "lezzie" honestly Toni should punch her.

Can you dig it?

Cheryl's face of both gay excitement and gay fear when Toni asked if she could show her some appreciation.

It lives in my head rent free forever now

I did absolutely rewind mid episode to watch that part again bc idk it was giving everything.

50's Toni is so hot

Is Fangs Elvis yet?

There is no difference between Cheryl, Evelyn, and Midge and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen. Don't @ me

I love new Midge tbqh

I'm tired of Julian, he was only fun for like one episode lmao

Someone should top him so he can cum to jesus

Veronica is really that bitch and I am here for it like yes absolutely allow me in your room to peep on the hot carrot top next door

I need to see Veronica and Jughead hook up properly once PLEASE

Dan and Blair got to (IN AN ELEVATOR)

I am not sure what order I'm remembering all of this in

Betty not feeling the lingerie at first is me anytime I buy something different from what I usually where so it just sits in my closet for eternity

Toni and Betty should kiss also

I'm gonna need Archie and farmboy Reggie to also kiss at some point as they are actually boyfriends

Anyway, the cringe dialogue about maybe ending up in our rooms at the same time was incredible

Archie saying he's excited is too adorable

Still thinking about how he snatched Betty's teddy bear to cover his boner when she felt up his thigh

Incredible really

Oh and also, why is Frank? I'm so over him completely. He sucks. Just let Mary do all of the parenting. More Molly!

Frank was at least hot with the like beard this mustache is not it

The gifsets of Archie and Betty undressing for each other in the window are my everything rn

As are the ones of Cheryl and Toni kissing!!!!!!

Does this mean the episode where they are going to bone is coming soon?

Please say yes

Back to the window stripping - what are Frank and Hal doing that they both barged into those rooms at the same time

I'm telling you the white men in this season are up to some shit. Principal Warden Norton, Francis Dupont Werthers, MAYOR Clifford Blossom, Basketball Coach Uncle Frank, HAL

God for some reason Hal

A terrible actor

TBK should've been Hal or his twin bc he is also a blossom so like why do the coopers not have twins Hal??

It was so disappointing but whatever I digress

Even tho I hate Hal

Also save Ethel?? We just threw her back to the sisters and? We've moved onto comics from the murders.

BRING BACK MY GIRL

Give her a proper full season storyline for once ffs

You give Kevin things and he's not even remotely interesting at all

Loved and episode with no Kevin tbqh

Anyway, the ending with Archie and Betty getting caught is in my top like 3 endings rn

One is the very precious moment where Archie ASKED if he could kiss Josie (it was adorable they are my crackOTP okay)

I think I've stopped thinking about this episode and instead am thinking about the whole show

We must stop before I never stop

I hope Archie and Betty kiss soon also

#Riverdale #riverdale s7 #riverdale season 7 #barchie #choni #pls do not comment @ me about your ships or w/e #i do not care #Riverdale is a whole story not a fucking one lane love story #love ATH

[hard-core-super-star]

good morning! I was so tired yesterday that I forgot most of what I wrote so it will be a surprise for me to read it all again 😶 ALSO, EXCUSE ME??? I wake up and see that you posted a fic, I was expecting something cute (it was cute) and I got punched in the middle of the face!! I love parker!reader because I wanted to be spider-man sooooo bad, but I'm halfway there because I'm miles morales coded, it's more than enough to make this girl here happy 🙏

not even with a second star...? Hjdkaajk I would like to know how I make this easy, would you tell me? 👀

to preserve myself I will neither confirm nor deny this. you have a point there, but by the way the carriage is going your star won't arrive anytime soon. I won't be waiting. oh that's good, because I don't like doing that either and it's not like I wasn't climbing the walls with that last fic you posted. since we're not talking about alpha!Kate, will there be more of this, like a part 2 or something like that? asking a friend-

c'mon, I'm trying but you're not helping at all! I could easily say aww and laugh at the same paragraph again because I definitely see an opening. why financial compensation?? I just laughed! OH- you're threatening me with the sad eyes emoji?? again!?!?!?

thanks. i am still learning. YOU- JDHKSAKAK It's always a phrase that matches the context, how is that possible 😭

yeah? why does portuguese scare you? 🤔 there's definitely a lot to add, but in a way you kind of left the idea complete??? she knows what that feeling is like and not wanting anyone else to go through the same thing and not wanting to drag people down with her is so- this makes me think that she hates being alone but thinks that maybe it's the best thing just so she doesn't bring someone into this mess that she is (I'm pretty sure I said exactly what you said). anyway she just needs a hug damn ☹️

– 🌟

good morning! i''ve been awake for a while but i have a feeling my responses will still be messy af 😶 at least i only have one class today and then i'm free to freak out over my assignments. i love being unpredictable like that :) but yeah, i tried to make it cute to counteract the sadness. i honestly feel that, i liked tobey's version of spiderman a lot but andrew's is...i honestly can't decide if i want to be him or with him [and i'm gay af lmao] miles morales coded, you say? interesting.

hmm, i might be convinced with a second star but idk. it kinda sounds like you'd be willing to bribe me 👀 i could tell you but then i'd have to delete my blog so, these thoughts will stay in my mind.

hmmm, i think that just proves my point further but sure. well, considering you were offering me another star to get me to admit you were right, i'm not too worried about my second star not arriving. good 'cause it's not like that's what i'm going to do later today. i'm so glad we're both on the same page about this 'cause it'd be awful if you kept doing it. i'm definitely not very excited that you're not asking about a part 2 to alpha!kate. and because you're not asking and i'm not excited i won't tell you that i really, really, want to do a part 2 but idk what i want the plot to be. i could just suck it up and do like...multiple fics in one, like a look-through of the relationship starting from when alpha!kate rescues R. but idk. i certainly wouldn't like to hear your thoughts on this.

how is it my fault that you're laughing at me??? you could just say aw and move on, you don't have to laugh 😑 you don't think that requires financial compensation? i'm out here being vulnerable and you're laughing. i'm one sentence away from spamming the sad eyes emoji.

like i said, you're doing great, i might have to pull out my handy emily dickinson poetry book and really test you. i honestly don't know how i do it either, i just associate a lot of words with things so when i see an opening i drop a reference.

i don't know, it just feels like a lot to tackle which is, again, ironic since you could argue all the other languages i've chosen are difficult af to learn. i think it just scrambles my brain when i hear it spoken out loud 'cause i can catch some words while others sound very different. my ideas are anything but complete lmao. that's exactly what i mean. although i do wonder how much of it is just me projecting lmao. it's just striking that someone so talkative and excitable has like...zero friends. that we see anyway. and considering how loyal she is, you'd imagine there'd be at least one reference to her friends. which definitely adds to why she instantly attaches herself to clint. like yes, she's trying to prove herself but also, she doesn't really have anyone else. i definitely agree that being alone is sort of a defense mechanism for her and that's probably why i love her sort-of friendship with yelena. they compliment each other in a way they both so desperately need, even if they won't admit it. hard agree with that last point, see all my headcanons about kate being touchstarved af.

#rubix replies #🌟

[godsmanforeverhis]

(via "God’s Got This" 12/08/2022 Written by Beth Andrews for “Deeper Roots”)

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[jingerhead]

Please do write more beefy Andrew stuff, it's been a while since I've seen some :(

I have been WAITING dear anon I'm so glad you sent this!

I decided to call this one "My mood matched the weather until I saw you doing fucking pull-ups in the doorway what the hell". Enjoy!

Guess what you can even read this on AO3 if you want!

Apparently severe thunderstorms means canceling exy practice, or so it had been explained to Neil.

“Kevin’s still going!” he had tried to complain early that morning, glad to see an email that classes had also been canceled, but not happy that he was currently stuck in the dorm room.

“Kevin can breathe through his nose,” Andrew had argued while offering a mug of tea. Neil had taken it, but he wasn’t happy about it, even if it didn’t taste that bad when he took a sip.

“You’d let Kevin go if he couldn’t breathe,” he pointed out.

Andrew had pointedly said nothing and left the room, leaving Neil alone on the bottom bunk under a pile of blankets to help his chills. He didn’t like being sick: it used to be a hindrance when living with his mother, always worried he wouldn’t be able to run well with congestion or that a stray cough would give away a position. Mary had quickly instilled in him the ‘ignore it until you can’t’ way of treating a cold, and it had worked just fine for him until now. ‘Now’ being waking up on a rainy day unable to breathe through his nose and Andrew immediately noticing.

Seriously, all he had was some congestion and a few chills. He was actually fine.

“I can hear you thinking that you’re fine,” Andrew said as he walked back into the room.

Neil hoped that the convenient strike of lighting made his glare look menacing, but Andrew barely blinked when he saw it, so it would seem that he wouldn’t be allowed out of bed anytime soon. The annoying thing about the congestion was that it was just enough that Neil couldn’t concentrate well on doing homework, so he’d given up on calculus until he could breathe normally again and burrowed under the blankets.

“I am,” Neil argued, dropping his head back down on his pillow and sniffing.

Andrew didn’t say anything, so Neil decided he won that argument, and shifted more towards the wall as Andrew started to climb onto the bunk. He leaned against the headboard and put a binder in his lap, which made Neil realize he was actually doing homework while Neil was stuck unable to concentrate or breathe well and annoyed about it. He pulled the blankets closer to his body to fight some chills and laid his head back down on his pillow, right next to Andrew’s thigh.

“It’ll clear up in an hour,” Neil grumbled. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Hm,” Andrew hummed once, seeming unconcerned. After a second, he moved his free hand away from his homework and began to gently push his fingers through Neil’s hair, which was probably gross because Neil was pretty sure he had a fever if the chills were anything to go by, but Andrew didn’t look up or stop and it felt nice. Too nice. Neil could feel his eyelids drooping more with each passing second.

This is cheating, he thought angrily.

“If you can breathe without coughing or sniffing, I’ll drive you to the court and practice with you,” Andrew said.

“Deal?” Neil asked, suddenly feeling more awake.

“Yes.”

Neil made an attempt, but was barely able to fill his lungs before he had to sit up to cough. Andrew grabbed the box of tissues and held it out to him before leaning back against the bed in a far too satisfied way. It just pissed Neil off more, but he couldn’t do anything except lay back down and start to drift off again when Andrew’s hand went back to his hair.

Eventually he ended up falling asleep, because when Neil woke up again Andrew wasn’t in bed with him and the storm seemed to be louder, somehow. At one point he’d kicked some of the blankets away, now feeling way too hot and sweaty to be comfortable. Slowly, Neil lifted his head and looked around the dorm room, blinking a few times before finally feeling wide awake when he noticed some movement in the doorway. When his eyes finally registered what he was looking at, Neil realized that Andrew was doing pull-ups on the pull-up bar secured there, back facing the dorm room.

It was an interesting sight, to say the least.

Andrew had taken off his hoodie at some point, now in just a black tank-top and shorts. He’d also taken off his arm bands, which meant the dorm had to be empty, and there was just enough sweat on his flushed skin to tell Neil he’d obviously been doing these for a while. Probably because Neil had been asleep and pull-ups weren’t hard for him to do quietly. Andrew barely made any noise as he pulled his body upwards, arms curling to bring his head to the top of the doorframe and then down again, over and over, in easy repetition.

Neil had a ‘bad habit’ of staring at Andrew when he worked out. He couldn’t quite remember if he’d ever seen Andrew do pull-ups before, but he knew he could watch for hours if Andrew could keep doing them. Andrew liked to be strong, which showed in how he took care of his body. He had well sculpted biceps and broad shoulders, easily capable of lifting weight, including his own. Gym days were always ones to look forward to.

Neil was too busy staring at the way the muscles in Andrew’s shoulders moved every time he pulled his body upwards to count how many reps he did before dropping to the floor with a soft thump and taking a deep breath. He raised one arm and rolled his shoulder backwards, stretching for a second before hopping back up and doing a few more reps. Neil didn’t dare move, not wanting to draw attention to himself and break Andrew’s concentration or startle him.

Very suddenly, tingling spread throughout his nose and he sneezed.

Andrew dropped again and turned around quickly. He didn’t seem tired at all from his short workout or bothered by the interruption, walking to where the tissue box was and holding one out for Neil to take. “What are your symptoms?” he asked.

“Congestion,” Neil reported after blowing his nose. “Hot. Throat’s a little sore.”

The tissue box was left on the bed as Andrew walked out the door, coming back a moment later with a large bottle of water. He stood by the bed until Neil drank most of it, laying his head back down and sniffing again. He wanted to take a shower, but he also really didn’t want to move. Maybe if Andrew started doing pull-ups again, thus blocking the doorway, Neil would have to stay put and have nothing better to do than to watch again.

“Were you working out?” he asked.

“Nothing else to do,” Andrew said as more thunder boomed outside.

“Pull-ups?”

“Strength,” Andrew explained, half turning towards the doorway again. “Want a turn?”

“Ha,” Neil huffed humorlessly, kicking away more sheets. “I think I’ll just watch.”

Andrew rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. “Go shower,” he ordered, jumping up just slightly to grab the bar again.

Neil couldn’t focus for a moment as he watched Andrew start to move again. “I would,” he said once he finally got his feverish mind working, “but someone is blocking the doorway.”

“You know how to duck.”

~*~

Three days later, Neil came back from class and found Andrew sitting on the desk next to the window and smoking. He came to a stop right in front of the desk and pointedly took a deep breath, smirking to himself when Andrew raised an eyebrow.

“I can breathe without coughing or sniffing,” he declared.

“Congratulations,” Andrew mumbled around his cigarette, tone bored.

“We have a deal,” Neil reminded him.

Andrew’s eyes flashed as he clearly remembered said deal. Neil hadn’t asked about what restrictions there were to it for a situation exactly like this, because Andrew doesn’t back out of his deals, which was exactly what Neil wanted.

“It’s a rest day,” Andrew tried.

“Just means nobody else will be on the court,” Neil said, raising his keys. “And today is Kevin’s late day. Just you and me.”

Andrew reached up to hold his cigarette. Neil easily snatched it and decided to take his own drag from it. He knew he won when he saw Andrew’s eyes flash again, quickly untangling his legs to get off the desk, walking towards the door. “Fine, if you want to get your ass beat so badly.”

“Counting on it,” Neil teased, rushing after him.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #andreil #andreil fanfic #beefy andrew supremacy #i'm literally going to write a drabble series #don't tempt me #beefy andrew rights #jinger's works

[miniyrds]

idk maybe it’s time to consider that the choking scene is literally:

“There was a hollow look on Kevin's face and dark bruises on his throat.”

[several pages later]

“Did they tell you who I am?"

"They didn't have to. I choked the answers out of Kevin on the way here.”

[about two chapters later]

“Neil assumed Andrew's territorial streak in Baltimore had a lot to do with Matt's change of heart. "Did he really choke Kevin?"

"Took three of us to pull him off," Matt said.”

i mean, at least it’s not:

Kevin got his hands on Neil's neck in an instant and slammed Neil up against the opposite wall. Neil dug his fingers into Kevin's wrists, trying to loosen Kevin's grip enough that he could breathe. He tried to knee Kevin, but Kevin crushed him against the wall with his own body.

"What the fuck did you call me?" Kevin demanded again.

Neil didn't have the breath to answer. It didn't matter; Kevin's angry voice and the loud smack of Neil's body against the dormitory's concrete walls was enough to fill the hall with Foxes. Andrew was the first to show up in the cousins' doorway, but Matt was the one who went for Kevin. He wrapped an arm around Kevin's throat and wrenched Kevin's head back at a dangerous angle.

"Get off him, Day," Matt snarled.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," Nicky said over Andrew's shoulder. "Come on, Matt."

Kevin let go of Neil with one hand and drove an elbow into Matt's ribs. Matt grunted and tightened his grip, forcing Kevin to release Neil entirely if he hoped to breathe anytime soon. Matt hauled Kevin away from Neil, but Kevin wiggled free two steps later and swung at Matt. Matt deflected it with one swipe and punched Kevin hard enough to send him sprawling.

#tw choking #feeling like causing some chaos #if we're gonna have an issue with one person choking someone let's be consistent :) #tfc #mine #i have nothing left to lose tbh lmao #aftg

[thefanficmonster]

Sign From The Past

Andrew/Abraham (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Spoilers for Little Hope, Swearing, Blood and Injury, Bus Crash (Mentioned)

Genre: Romance, A bit of Angst

Summary: Following the bus crash and the group of students and their professor getting stranded in the eerie town of Little Hope, Y/N and Andrew come to find out a lot about and themselves as in their thoughts and feelings as well as about each other. It does take a little push from the past to pass the threshold though.

Requested by 💞 Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was a real joy to write. Also thank you so much for your patience - I know the wait has been really long and I’m extremely sorry for that but I still hope you come across the fic and read it. If so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

Y/D/N - Your Double’s Name (Same first letter as your name)

Y/N stands behind John and observes as her professor is attempting to wake up the possibly concussed boy sitting on the ground with his back against the roof of the flipped bus they had all been safely seated in less than ten minutes ago. Her classmate and best friend Taylor’s struggling to fetch even the tiniest possible signal with her phone held up in the air, muttering curses under her breath. Two more classmates are unaccounted for at the moment but that’s not what’s bothering Y/N the most right now - maybe it’s messed up, but it’s true. 

The girls main attention and worry is focused on the boy who’s still unconscious. The boy she’s praying will wake up soon.

Being the only one with a med major, Y/N was quick to tend to any external wounds such as the cut on Andrew’s forehead which was rather deep but nothing to get too worked up about. There was not much she could do without a med-kit which made her feel utterly helpless and useless while John continuously reassured her Andrew and the rest of them would all be ok.

Come on, Andrew. Don’t scare us like this

As if overhearing her thoughts, Andrew’s eyes started fluttering open, causing Y/N’s heartbeat to pick up, her legs automatically carrying her closer to him, ducking down in front of him to get a good look at him.

She’s the first person his gaze lands upon before fluttering over to John. His eyebrow seems to raise ever so slightly before he looks at Y/N again, “Y/N, what happened? Who’s that?“

Her heart dropped and so did the smile that appeared on John’s face as a result of Andrew’s consciousness returning.

Overhearing Andrew’s question, Taylor quickly comes over as well, ducking down next to Y/N. “Rise and shine, Andy. We’re stuck in a ghost town, this is no time to be taking naps.”

Andrew scoffs, looking at Taylor, “Maybe you could run that back a bit cause I have no idea where I am or what on Earth happened.” His eyes shift back to you, “Any explanation would be nice, Y/N. Even a shitty one.”

Y/N sighs, “We were going on a fieldtrip and our bus crashed. This is our professor,” she points to John and then to Taylor, “And this is our classmate. Two others are with us but we don’t know where they are at the moment.”

The boy stays quiet for a moment, his gaze distancing and becoming unfocused to the point of scaring Y/N but then he starts talking, focusing again, “You’re a med major, so doc can you please tell me why the hell I remember none of what you just told me?“

Even though the girl is rather shocked by his memory of her and her major, she hurries to recompose herself and reply, “You’re just concussed, Andrew. Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly fine soon, nothing to panic over. I promise.”

Taylor snorts from next to her, cutting the tension, “Wow Andy, you know Y/N AND her major but you can’t even remember our names. Just wow!”

“Not everyone leaves the same impression on a person, Taylor.“ John says, looking between Y/N and Andrew knowingly.

“You got that one right professor.“ Taylor agrees, nudging Y/N’s shoulder with her own, sending a wink her best friend’s way despite the other girl desperately avoiding her gaze.

All she can really do is sit in the intense heat of her blush and hope it’s not as apparent as her crush on Andrew seems to be.

It’s gonna be one hell of a night, she thinks to herself.

If only she knew how right she was...

                                                            *  *  *

“Feeling any better? Any fatigue or nausea?“ Y/N asks Andrew as the two continue down the road, walking ahead of everybody else. This is a routinely question she’s been asking him every thirty or so minutes while hoping she wasn’t annoying him too much with it.

Luckily, he never made her feel like she was, always replying in a friendly, light-hearted manner and even with a hint of a smile, “No, I’m good, don’t worry.”

Right, as if Y/N had a switch to flip to turn her worry off. She’s always been the nurturing type. The one who always over-cares and is always over-kind. She’s been like that with everyone since forever. But with Andrew, though she refuses to admit it, it’s obviously a bit different and more intense.

Seeing as how she’s the only one he remembers, he’s been sticking by her side and gravitating towards her the whole night - much like she’s been doing as well. Little do they both know that even back on campus, in the gardens and the hallways of their college they’d somehow always end up finding one another and walking together to or from class. There are invisible magnetic forces between them, pulling them towards one another so subtly neither of them have noticed. Not yet, at least.

“Hey look! An old train station.“ Y/N points out, looking first to Andrew then turning around in search of the rest of their group members. Her heart drops when all her gaze lands upon is the thick fog that’s been following them everywhere they’ve gone so far and doesn’t seem to show any sign of thinning anytime soon.

Having noticed her mild distress at the absence of their professor and classmates, Andrew hurries to approach her, subconsciously resting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey, they’re probably right behind us, don’t freak out, ok?” His eyes stare into hers so convincingly that all she can do is nod. When she does so, he continues, “Ok, good. Let’s go into the station, see if we can find anything or anyone.” She nods again, praying the blush that’s appeared on her cheeks as a result of the physical contact isn’t visible in the faint light of the streetlight.

As the two turn to venture onward, Y/N nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels Andrew’s hand slide down her arm to take a hold of hers as if afraid he’d lose her in the dark. She tries not to pay too much mind to it and not read into it, biting her lip to suppress the involuntary smile that’s creeping up on her face.

Seeing this moment with the two so at peace and relaxed, the horrors felt mocked apparently and felt the need to intervene.

Just as the two students are about to pass the threshold into the station, a hand covered in cracked ashy skin takes hold of Andrew’s forearm, pulling him in the station.

And simultaneously into the past.

When him and Y/N come to they are shocked at the sight that greets them: themselves. The two of them are standing next to a horse carriage, wearing attire from centuries ago and speaking in hushed tones and whispers but loud enough to be understood at the distance they were at. Y/N and Andrew decide to stay quiet and avoid being spotted by them.

“Never have I thought I’d have to send you off such a way and for such a reason, Y/D/N.” The man who looks exactly like Andrew says, his head hanging low with disappointment, regret and sorrow.

“Abraham, listen to me, this is no fault of yours. You are doing what you think will keep me from harm and I’m grateful with all my heart. I just worry the Reverend will find out you had something to do with me...“

“I’d regret not a single thing even if he did find out.“ The man, Abraham apparently, cuts the girl - Y/D/N - off, his eyes coming up to meet hers again, his hand taking hold of hers. The girl looks around nervously as if to make sure she’s got permission to hold the hand of the man she clearly loves, but then just nods in gratitude.

“I’m forever in your debt, Abraham, thank you.“ She says, bowing her head now too.

“Do not thank me, Y/D/N, and do not speak such nonsense as debt. I would rather die seen as a betrayer of God than see you burnt at the steak or hanged. My lover is no witch and won’t be treated like one till the day I draw my last breath.“

With that Abraham and Y/D/N share one final hug before he helps her up on the carriage which takes off in a direction where Y/N and Andrew see nothing but darkness.

And just like that, the two present versions of those people, are put back where they belong - in the present, surrounded by fog and darkness as previously. The surroundings that previously gave them an uneasy feeling now make them feel comfort because of their familiarity.

“You ok?“ Y/N jumps when Andrew’s hand’s hold on her tightens ever so slightly as if to free her from the web of confusion and fear.

She nods then shakes her head but manages to let out an affirmative hum to reassure him. “You?”

Andrew repeats the same motion she did - a nod followed by a shake of the head, “Yes and no, if I’m being honest. And on the topic of honesty: I haven’t been at the peak of mine as of recent.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?“

The boy lets out a heavy sigh that is meant to prepare him for what he’s about to say. What he’s about to confess to. “There’s plenty of things I haven’t told you. Things I refused to tell myself too...”

“Andrew, sorry but, I’ve had it with puzzles and riddles all night long. Can you please be straight-forward, I promise I won’t freak out or anything.“

Despite still being hesitant on the matter, Andrew decides to listen to Y/N’s advice - or rather request - and nods before continuing, “You’re one of my best friends, Y/N, I hope you know that and I trust you and I care for you and...and I just tonight came to understanding that it was always something...more than a friend. More than a best friend. I’m sorry if this makes you feel weird or awkward or if you don’t feel the same way please don’t cushion the rejection or pity me. I just...” As he’s talking he makes the mistake of looking her in the eyes which are giving him the most unimpressed look which gets him to shut up asap.

“If you didn’t already have a head injury I’d smack you.“ She says, eyes narrowed, “Andrew, I’m sorry, but you have to be one of the densest and most oblivious guys I’ve ever met. Like, you’re up there at Daniel’s level when he refused to believe Taylor liked him back. That’s how high up you’re on the scale.“

Her words confuse him, leaving him to process all that she’s said until some type of realization hit him. Only one is turning up and he refused to believe it cause it seems so impossible to him.

“I like you too, you dumbass.“ She says, a smile on her face hiding the tons of exhaustion he’d been seeing on it for the past few hours.

“FUCKING FINALLY!“ The familiar voice of no one but Taylor arises from somewhere behind the couple who have now found themselves at a closer proximity than before, arms automatically reaching for the other to take them in their embrace.

Fucking finally indeed, Taylor.

#the dark pictures man of medan #the dark pictures #the dark pictures house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures little hope #dark pictures anthology #dark pictures little hope #little hope #little hope andrew x reader #little hope andrew #little hope abraham #little hope john #little hope taylor #little hope angela #little hope daniel #little hope reverend #reverend carver #andrew x reader #man of medan #until dawn #supermassive games #supermassive #video game #video game fanfic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #romance #request

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield | Variety's Actors on Actors

#I finally found something I haven't giffed before (granted it's old but still) #andrew garfield #my gifs #I love the way he talks with his hands #it's so expressive #his eyes are so sparkly in whatever lighting they had here #these were so freaking dark before editing though #I'm still thinking about the way his neck has so much free real estate for kisses #I'm just wild about him . . . sir I am free anytime for you

[aesopsbaby]

Soooo, I'm turning in one for the match up request now lolol

Can I please have a match up for Genshin Impact?

I am an INTJ, I typically like to read a lot and I like to play the piano too. I am also really into stuff like numerology and astrology.

You can give me boy or girl, I don't mind lolol

My friends said that at first glance I'm quite scary and they thought I was very hard to talk to ;-; but when they get to know me I'm super chill.

Things I like to do when I'm free are listening to music or play games since I don't like going outside.

I hope that's enough information....

I'll be doing for both Identity V and Genshin for you hehe <33 I lost the identity V match up I had for you so hopefully I can make it up to you with this! :,)♡♡

Genshin Impact:

I match you up with: Kamisato Ayato!

Would definitely love to just shower in gifts, anything you'd like/wish for, he'd get it for you!

THE NICKNAMES!! Ayato likes calling you endearing nicknames because he loves making you feel special <3

Ayato would love to listen to you play the piano as he sorts out paperwork. You'd occasionally hear a few compliments throughout the duration of you playing the piano,some consists of:

"That sounds wonderful dear!"

"Hmm..if you're up for it, I can clear one of my days to accompany you as you play. Perhaps I can pick up some of your skills and play for you as well."

You don't like going outside? That's alright! Ayato would want nothing more than to stay inside with you all day <3 He loves your presence so much.

If you enjoy stargazing, he would for sure love to join you! I'm you were to point out the different constellations and explain them, he would try to understand what you're saying (Although, he probably would give up half way through- :,) ) but he would just smile at you as you ramble on about your interests.

He's a good listener!! Even if he doesn't have a clue on what is going on, he would still listen to you talk with a soft smile.

Forehead kisses with Ayato as he leaves for important meetings and cheek kisses when he's tired from a long day and just wants to be in your arms <3

Identity V:

I match you up with: Andrew Kreiss!

Andrew would at first be weary of you, choosing to avoid you because he as well assumed you wouldn't like him/ you were intimidating.

Then he realises that you're actually a great person to talk to, and from then he would start to be more comfortable around you. <3

Andrew finds great comfort when he's around you, he doesn't have to be so tense all the time anymore.

He's more prone to telling you how he feels instead of bottling all his emotions, but, knowing him, if you were to give him advice he wouldn't take it so well, get mad and probably just ignore you :(

He doesn't mean to do that though! He's just not used to genuine care and concern so he thinks that you're looking down on him.

Once he finally understands that you care for him, is when he starts to bring his walls down <3

Andrew looks for you anytime he feels down so be prepared to be woken up in the middle of the night to Andrew just standing beside your bed telling you he's bored and he wants to talk--

If you don't sleep alot at night and tend to stay awake, Andrew would insist that you follow him on a walk.

"I..I like going on walks at night, it's much more peaceful and having you with me, that just makes this so much more enjoyable."

He finds comfort in the night and also in you! It's a win-win situation! He gets the best of both at the same time ♡

He enjoys listening to you talk about your interests <3 He would engage in it and really understand them just so he can have more common topics to talk to you about.

He doesn't like going outside too! :D

His favourite passing time activity to do with you is to just lay down and listen to music <3 Anything you'd like, he just wants to be with you.

#Aesopsbaby Matchup Event #Matchups #Event #Matchupevent #ForMoots #Identity V #Genshin Impact

[khaleesiofalicante]

what are your thoughts on aftg so far?? (im making a list cause it got very messy asdfghjkl)

the bar scene is icky and i never liked canon nicky after that :( all the other characters are>> tho except seth he deserved to die

WYMACK :D he's my father actually daddy issues who

did you meet [redacted] moreau yet

matt and dan bro just.... them

neil IS very relatable but if i were him i'd start crying ain't no way i'm surviving all that

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING literally NO ONE knows what exy is. no one. you ask ANYONE in the fandom they'll blank.

WHy is renee sus she's my fav character 😭

THOUGHTS ON ANDREW MINYARD PLEEK

WHY THE FUCK DOES RIKO MAKE YOU HORNY you should be scared cause honestly i was so scared for kevin after finding out what he did to him but i dont know which book they reveal that i hope i didnt spoil anything for you i'm sorry if i did 😭😭

these are just stuff i wanted to ask you everytime you updated lkjhgfd i really hope i didnt spoil anything

OKAY LET ME RESPOND

That bar scene was disgusting and yep it ruined Nicky for me too. I don't particularly like Nicky because irl I hate people who flirt a lot (Even as a joke) because obviously Neil told him to stop and he is just doing that so like no (lmao when Andrew threatened him to stop flirting kfdhskjhs okay then)

WYMACK SAME BRO SAME. also do we have a fancast for this man???

I haven't met the Moreau person yet. Nope.

MATT AND DAN ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DESERVE RESPECT (and abby)

I know Neil needs to be protected at all costs but he is also a fucking idiot (they all are tbh - this is a book about clowns)

EXY? I DON'T KNOW HER

idk bro Renee is very quiet and just being all nice and I am like who is this jem carstairs wanna be huh (also "she and Andrew have an understanding" dkjhfjsd girl wtf that mean)

ANDREW MY GOD. no thoughts. head empty. I laugh every time someone literally calls him a monster like ksjdfcjsd wtf yall. So far I neither like him nor hate him - which is usually good in my opinion. Also THE FACT THAT HE IS 5 FEET (I feel so represented bless)

ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHY RIKO MAKES ME HORNY BUT HE DOES OKAY LIKE I CAN'T EXPLAIN THIS SHIT I HAVE VERY BAD JUDGEMENT WHEN IT COMES TO MEN

Thank you for this. Please feel free to come shout at me about this anytime you want. I should be done with the second book tomorrow or day after!!!!

#dani reads atfg #aftg spoilers

[statticscribbles]

Spooky

Summary: John/Plus Sized!Reader Request: a plus size reader and John from the breakfast club were he’s Frankstein, Allison is a ghost, etc and John likes to mess with reader cause she’s like Jekyll & Hyde and he likes to see how she changes, but she hates changing so instead of Bender saying that he doesn’t wanna be around the other people it’s her?

“You know it’s not that big of a deal.” Claire rolls her eyes as you scowl at her. “Coming from a Siren that’s rich all you gotta do is sing to humans and they love you.” “Allison is in the same boat as you. Half the people can’t stand her.” “Half the people can’t see her; she’s a ghost.” Andrew snickers and you roll your eyes shivering as you can feel your Jekyll side slipping out. “And what would you know, a hairless werewolf, the first of your kind. Does your skin wrinkle up like a bulldog when you change?” You laugh pointing to Andrews bare face, and can see John’s grin stretching the stitching around his mouth. “Careful John, wouldn’t want you popping anymore stitches, you’re horrible at sewing and I don’t really feel in the mood for helping.” “Aww come on Y/N you know you love me, well at least half of you does.” He winks and you scowl.

“Top or bottom half?” Brain cackles when Andrews bursts out laughing. “How can you tell, makes sense she has to be that big with two selves inside her.” He manages between gasped laughter. “They have a point you know.” John means it as a joke but you can feel the Jekyll side of yourself prickling under your skin. “Oh come on I just settled back on t-“ “But it’s so easy to rile you up all I gotta do is complain how your Hyde side is too much of a goody two shoes for you Jekyll side to corrupt and your Jekyll side is too much of a pussy to actually corrupt anyone let alone the other part of you. Ahah see.” He grins as you snap and snarl Jekyll settling onto your bones and face too comfortably.

“Will you piss off you creation of corpses.” “Oh wow never called me that before.” He laughs and you snarl shaking your head. “You’re disgusting! You’re so horrible!” “You hate me? That what you gonna say next? We both know you love me, somewhere in there.” You swallow shaking your head when you can feel a headache bubbling forth as your Jekyll side relents control of you and your fingers nervously dance over John’s arm, where he’s picking at a loose thread. “Let me. You’re never any good at stitching up this, especially with your non-dominant hand.”

“I’m ambidextrous; my dad did something right when he made me.” You hum in response pulling out the sewing kit you keep in your bag. “This is gonna hurt, I don’t have anything to numb it this time.” Your voice falters worriedly and John’s free hand brushes your hair. He doesn’t even grimaces as you lace the needle and thread through his skin. You don’ say anything despite Allison’s figure hovering over you and John; you know she’s only doing it to protect both of you as Claire has decided to practice her singing which usually leads to at least on of the others being ensnared. Something about Allison seems to bounce back her powers and you make a point of taking longer than necessary to stitch John up so he won’t be pulled under. “You don’t need to do that for me you know.” “The stitching?”

“The loitering so I don’t have to listen to her singing.” “Someone has to look out for you, god knows self preservation is the only thing your dad forgot to add.” John shrugs and you run your finger over the stitches on his neck. “He threaten you again the other night?” He nods and you sigh bumping your forehead against his. “You know I can scare him if you need, since he thinks I’m just a Hyde descendant. He doesn’t know about the Jekyll part, most people don’t.” “You don’t need to do that for me.” “I want to; if you want.” -“Come on Y/N. You know its easier just to give into Jekyll, Just suck it up and let it loose; you’re more fun that way.” Brain grins and you narrow your eyes about to respond before Andrew nods enthusiastically “You’re better as Jekyll anyways; you even look better. Come on Bender tell her how much better she is when she lets loose, even the werewolf and zombie agree; doesn’t our resident frankenstein’s creation agree?” “Y/N; you don’t mind this do you?” You shake your head trying your best to keep Jekyll under your skin. ”I just don’t want to be around anyone y’all understand?” “What’s going on Y/N?”

“What isn’t? anytime I’m around anyone they’re constantly trying to figure out ‘which one i am’ or they assume I’m Jekyll and try to stay away from and do you know how many fat jokes I get form everyone who sees me?” “Babe, you know I don’t think that about you? I don’t care how you look you’re beautiful to me; I may not be the best base, considering how many dead people I’m made of but I like to think my opinion is worth more considering how many people i’m made up of.” He grins and you can’t help the faint smile. “There’s my girl.” “Don’t you want to know which one?” You question and eh shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter you’re mine either way.”

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[kevindayisafrog]

Part 8 of the Kevaaron thing

TW - mentions of child abuse, drug abuse, alcohol abuse and withdrawal

Sunlight cascaded through the open curtain and blinded Kevin as he stirred awake. He glared at the sun before clutching his head as his eyes threatened to burst away from the pounding migraine. “Fuck’s sake”, he groaned as he fell back onto the pillow and pulled the cover over himself. “Breakfast”, Nicky yelled from the next room and Kevin’s stomach swirled in disgust at the word. His body began to overheat under the cover as he pulled it off of him and stood up to open the window. He stumbled forward and leaned on the window frame as his stomach churned and every muscle in his body ached. “Kevin”, Aaron’s soft voice came through the shut door as he kicked it in lieu of a knock. “No”, Kevin groaned as he pushed the window open and looked away from the blinding sun. The cold breeze was welcoming upon his burning skin as Aaron kicked the door again. Kevin swore in Japanese and dragged his heavy limbs to the door. He swung it open and stumbled back by the force as Aaron walked in with two plates of fried food and an annoyed expression. “Open the door quicker next time”, he muttered as Kevin looked him up and down. “I’m not hungry”, Kevin gripped his twisting stomach tightly as he shut the door and made his way back to the bed. “Yeah, I don’t care”, Aaron sat down heavily at the foot of the bed and crossed his legs with his plate on his lap. They stared at each other in silence for a while before Aaron rolled his eyes and motioned for Kevin to sit down opposite him. Kevin did as he was told, sitting down skeptically as Aaron began to tuck into his greasy breakfast. “About last night, I said that I’ll wait until today to talk to you and here I am. I know-“. Kevin didn’t let him finish as he shot up and made to leave the room, “I’m not talking to you”. Aaron swung his legs around so he could face Kevin by the door. “Would you rather have this conversation with me or Andrew?” He watched as Kevin hesitated and shook his head, “I’d rather not have it at all”. He didn’t look up at Aaron as the floor began to sway beneath him. “That option is off the table, it’s not even in the same room. Now sit down and eat, you’ll feel better”, he took a bite from his bacon as Kevin sighed and sat back down on the bed. “I’m not eating that mess”, Kevin looked down at his own plate and grimaced at the dripping oil sliding off the bacon. “Don’t eat it then”, Aaron set aside his food and shifted to sit further from Kevin. “Right so, I’m not entirely sure where to start. I’ve never spoken to anyone like this before, you know, like advice giving..” he trailed off and began to pick at the crumpled sheet between Kevin and himself. “I guess I should start off with saying that I know exactly where you are right now, with your addiction and mine”, he hesitated before looking up at Kevin’s stony expression. “We’re not the same, I’m perfectly fine”, he glared at Aaron and started to bite the inside of his cheek. “You don’t always have to be a dick, I’m trying to help”, they stared each other down until Kevin broke and looked out of the window. “I don’t need help”, he muttered, barely audible. “Denial is a shit stage, I know. But once you’re past it then it gets easier”, Aaron shifted his legs so that he was kneeling and let out a sarcastic laugh, “well, not easier, but you get what I mean”. He watched Kevin quietly and sighed, “I’m giving you help now before it gets worse. I mean it’s bad now as it is, what with you downing vodka straight without an effect, but before it gets too uncontrolled”, he looked out of the window to watch the birds that had transfixed Kevin.

“I never got the chance to ask for help. Andrew killed Mom and waited until after the funeral to sort me out”, he cringed at the memory and swallowed a hard lump in his throat. “I stole my Mom’s pills because I thought that it would help with numbing the pain that she caused me. But I guess it just made it worse. I think she knew that I took them but she never said anything, just bought more for herself. I thought that because it was medication it would make me better, but I became addicted too quickly and..” he cleared his throat as his voice wavered. “And I couldn’t stop. It got to the point where I wasn’t sober for weeks because the feeling of being conscious hurt more than the burning feeling in my stomach. I didn’t really know about the side effects though. My skin became fucked from the picking and my throat always had that dry burning feeling. Mom didn’t care, she just let me burn myself out. Alone. But when she died Andrew locked me in the bathroom at home for days, away from the pills. I thought he was doing it as a joke, but I lost track of the time and all I could focus on was the pain. It started pulling at my stomach and all I could do was puke and rip at my skin. I felt like I was dying and I guess I sort of accepted it. But I hated Andrew so much in that moment, and I think I hated myself more. Because I never thought that I’d ever have to be in that position of crying on the floor and shaking until the thought of the pills made me want to puke more. I guess it did help though, I’ve never done anything extreme since”. He didn’t realize he was crying until Kevin slowly reached over and lightly stroked his thumb across Aaron’s cheek. “Shit, sorry”, he tried to laugh but it fell flat. “Don’t say sorry, it’s fine”, Kevin whispered and let his hand drop down between them. “I didn’t really know what you went through, I guess I didn’t really care”, he shifted uncomfortably and looked up into Aaron’s eyes, “I’m sorry”.

The room fell into a heavy silence until Kevin cleared his throat and brought his knees up to his chest. “We weren’t allowed alcohol in the nest because Tetsuji said that it would fuck up our lives”, Aaron looked up at Kevin in silence; not wanting to say anything in case Kevin stopped opening up to him. “I should’ve listened. I tried it once, someone a few years older smuggled it in when I was fifteen. Me and Jean tried it and it was pretty anti-climactic, but we felt like adults, you know? We could do what we wanted. I finally felt something other than the pain”, he dug his nails into his palms and sighed. “Anyway, Tetsuji found the bottles and beat us unconscious. So I told myself that I wouldn’t try anything like it again. But when I came here I was free to do and try anything. I didn’t want to at first, but when I first had a..a panic attack at Coach’s, he handed me my first vodka. I drank it so quickly without a thought because I thought it would help. I guess it did, but only in the short run. Then anytime I felt anxious in any way I got handed a bottle, so I guess I kind of got used to it. I didn’t mean to get too comfortable with it, but whenever I get that breathless feeling my hand aches for a bottle and I can’t tell myself no”. He looked down at his empty hands and clenched them tighter. “I know that he didn’t mean to get me...addicted, I guess. I don’t blame him for it”. He finally looked up into Aaron’s blank eyes. “So, yeah”, he shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his left hand along his arm. Aaron slowly smiled tightly, “well done, you’re out of the denial stage”, Kevin made to argue but he held his hand up to silence him. “Now we can look ahead and actually help you. We don’t have to start today, but I don’t know..I’m just, I’m proud that you managed to confess it”, he looked down to avoid Kevin’s intense gaze. “Is it scary?” Kevin whispered and tilted his head to the side. “Fucking terrifying, but if you can face your past, you can face this”, they watched each other carefully before Andrew pushed the door open; making both of them jump. “Bathroom’s free”, he looked between them with a quiet frown before turning and leaving again. Aaron picked up the plates and slid off the bed to leave. “Um, Aaron?” Aaron looked over his shoulder as Kevin turned on the bed to fully face him. “Thank you....for helping”, a small and wary smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as Aaron nodded in reply. Once Aaron left, Kevin fell onto his back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling and felt as the nausea creeped back in. He didn’t want to let Aaron down.

#aftg series #aftg hc #aftg au #aftg fic #aftg #aftg fanfic #aftg headcanon #all for the game #kevaaron #kevin day #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #nora sakavic #headcanon

[maandarinee]

💝📎📌🐥😿

thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about podcasts, it is greatly appreciated 😌

💝 A podcast you think deserves more love

*screaming from the roof tops* OUR FAIR CITY

📎 Any episode you’ve listened to 3 or more times

I actually very rarely relisten to specific episodes (it's all or nothing for me lol), and I don't think I've actually listened to podcast more than twice, so far (I like to keep long periods of time between relistens, to give my brain the chance to forget and reexperience stuff)

BUT, I did say "rarely", and these are the episodes I've relistened to outside of complete podcast relistens

Wolf 359: Episode 30 - Mayday

SAYER: Episode 83 - Twin Voices

Our Fair City: Episode 7.1 - The Cube

arsPARADOXICA: Timeswimmers

King Falls AM: Episode 68 - The Best Imitation of Myself

The Magnus Archives: Episode 165 - Revolutions, Episode 200 - Last Words

WOE.BEGONE: Episode 42 - Absence makes the heart grow fond.

Desperado: Episode 14 - Haz Lo Que Tengas Que Hacer

📌 A moment that lives rent-free in your head

EOS 10: "It wasn't the eggs."

Our Fair City: Andrew in 7.1 tbh 👀

Primordial Deep: Episode 4 - Serpentine Rains; the "unthinkable disaster" mentioned in the episode description, like, OHMYGOD

Rusty Quill Gaming: Episode 177 - Last Words (Part 2), the whole "I need you" conversation 😭❤️

The Magnus Archives: uhh anytime Jon does anything Spooky or goes full Ceaseless Watcher on someone's ass

🐥 A character you think needs a hug

the obvious choice would be Jon from TMA, but I'm giving my vote to Resident Hale from SAYER because man, dude just can't catch a break huh

😿 Favorite character who’s just trying their best

TMA Jon, you've done nothing wrong in your life, ever, and I love you

(send me an emoji, and I'll talk about podcasts!)

#ask #anon #podcasts

[chachkayes]

Bad Idea - Mer x Hayes

Gee! Would you look at that - another Merhayes fic. Title obviously inspired by the cheating anthem, Bad Idea from Waitress. I cannot stop writing for these two. I wrote this one very late last night after @/emrobs on twitter posted about how she wanted merluca to break up later than they did so that Merhayes could cheat on DeLuca. Since I am not a fan of Andrew DeLuca, the idea of writing this fic became very intriguing. Alas, here we are, with a sexy Merhayes fic where Meredith cheats on DeLuca with Cormac Hayes because this story isn’t real and I can take it wherever I want ;)

“God, it’s always Derek this, Derek that nowadays! Just forget about Derek, Mer! You’re with me now!” Andrew DeLuca yelled at Meredith in the hospital hallways, something that had become the norm for the estranged couple. Jaws dropped from surrounding hospital staff, including Cormac Hayes who was just in earshot of the argument. Meredith flinched at his words, recoiled and went completely silent. She stared at him, tears in her eyes, expecting him to immediately apologize, but he stood by his statement.

Meredith held her composure as best as possible, and sharply turned away from DeLuca, storming off. In a blind rage, she stormed into a nearby on-call room and slammed the door shut. She sat down on the bed, and the fits of tears came flooding in. Her tears blocked out all the noise around her – to the point that she didn’t hear the door to the on-call room open and close. For a whole minute, Meredith Grey didn’t even realize that Cormac Hayes had entered in the room, staring at her sobbing in the way that only a widow could.

Carefully, he sat down beside her on the bed and placed his hand on her knee, catching her off guard, long enough for her to realize who was beside her. Her first instinct was to wipe the tears away and act like she was fine, but when she realized that Hayes was the one beside her, she melted back down into a puddle of tears, falling quickly into his embrace. He covered her as she cried and rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her breathing and stop her from hyperventilating. A few minutes later, Meredith’s breathing stabilized and her cries died down. Cormac’s heart broke every time Meredith would stop crying for a moment, only for it to start up again a few seconds later. His scrub shirt was now stained with tears, but in that moment, nothing and no one else mattered except for Meredith.

Meredith looked up at Cormac, who’s eyes were filled with concern. “Is there anything I can do?” Meredith thought of every kind thing he could do for her as a friend, but the only thing Meredith wanted to do in that moment was get back at Andrew DeLuca for hurting her the way he did, and forget about him in the same way he’d told her to forget about Derek, even if it was just for a little while. “Kiss me.” She said, staring at him. He looked at her, confused. He couldn’t say that he didn’t want to kiss her, but he would’ve preferred her to not be in a relationship when doing so. “Grey, I can’t. You’re-“ He was cut off by the feeling of Meredith’s hand around his bicep. “I don’t care. I need to stop thinking about him, just for a little while. Please.” She leaned in closer to him. Cormac couldn’t help but feel like he was taking advantage of Meredith’s vulnerability, but she was asking, he really wanted to, and they’d already had their fair share of close-calls previously, especially after pulling off incredibly adrenaline-boosting surgeries together. Still, he hesitated. Meredith was at the point of begging. She needed the relief of kissing someone who genuinely cared for her.

“Please. I don’t trust anyone else, except you right now, Hayes.” She asked again, pleading. The small waver in her voice as she said his name was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Cormac Hayes wrapped his hand around the back of Meredith’s neck, kissing her in a way that was so passionate and fiery, it could have only been the result of many months of unresolved sexual tension. Immediately, Meredith felt a sense of safety with Hayes, something she didn’t realize she hadn’t felt since Derek, until she’d felt it again. As things began to heat up and escalate, Meredith remembered that everything they were doing was a first for Hayes. As she began to feel the urge to take things further, she stopped kissing Hayes and stared him straight in the eyes. “I want to do more than just kiss you, right now.” Hayes smirked at Meredith. “But these are all firsts for you. And if we take this any further, like I want to, I want you to have a safe word. If it becomes too much for either of us, the safe word is Switzerland. Okay?” Even with the slight pause in activities, the fire between Meredith Grey and Cormac Hayes only grew exponentially. There was no extinguishing that fire anytime soon. “Got it. You realize this is probably a really bad idea, right?” Meredith laughed, and leaned close to his ear, getting very close to full on straddling him. “Who doesn’t need a bad idea every once and a while?” She whispered. Immediately afterwards she pulled herself fully onto Hayes’ lap, and went straight back into kissing him, as if they’d never stopped.

It did not take long for them to find themselves entangling their bodies together on the bed. Luckily, the fight had happened at the end of both Meredith and Cormac’s shifts, meaning there was quite literally nothing stopping them from letting the inferno between them keep building. Meredith knew well enough to not let things go too far, but shirts definitely came off and found their way to the floor.

After things between Cormac and Meredith finally died down, they laid together on the bed, feeding off each other’s safety and warmth. Meredith’s head laid comfortably on his chest, one arm around his torso. His one arm wrapped loosely around her waist, and he ran his fingers through her hair with the other. “Are you okay now?” He asked her. Her smile following the question was all the confirmation that he’d needed. “I should be asking you that.” She said, looking up at him. “Why?” He asked, confused. “It’s just… I know how hard those firsts can be.” Cormac used his free hand to grab Meredith’s, lacing their fingers together. “I’m okay.” He finally told her. “Good.” Meredith felt nothing but a complete and utter sense of safety, peace, and happiness as she laid beside him. “What?” She said as she looked up, happily confused as she felt Cormac begin to laugh a little to himself. “I’m sorry, it just hit me. You cheated on DeLuca. We’re cheaters now.” Meredith laughed along with him. “I guess we are. And the thing is, I don’t even care.” Meredith said as she snuggled in closer to Hayes. “So, is this a good time to mention that I may or may not have given DeLuca a piece of my mind after you left?” He asked, completely serious. Meredith laughed. “No, probably not. But thank you, for standing up for me.” Hayes kissed her palm. “I couldn’t listen to him talk to you the way he did and not say anything, so it was no problem. I’d do it again if you ever needed me to.” Meredith sighed, closing her eyes for a decently long time. She found herself ready to doze off for a little while as she laid there, completely safe, still, and quiet. “Do you mind if I take a quick nap? I forgot how tiring crying is.” She said quietly after a few minutes of silence. “Do whatever you want, I’m perfectly content to stay here however long you need.” With that, Meredith closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep on top of Hayes’ chest, with the complete knowledge that she’d just become a cheater, yet with absolutely no guilt whatsoever.

#merhayes #cormac hayes #merwidow #grayes #meredith x hayes #hayes x grey #meredith x cormac #cormac x meredith #hayes x meredith #mcwidows #merhayes fic #grayes fic