Guys i finally have time to write!! I wish i was able to write more, esp the jerejean fic i have cooking rn :3 summer break is in almost a month, so soon my brainrott can fully take over!!
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.
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Hi all! I'm back with a new AFTG fic: Sink Your Teeth Into Me.
Summary: Andrew Minyard is a vampire. Turned in 1945 as he lay dying on a World War II battlefield, he has since found anonymity and an endless supply of blood on college campuses across the United States. He blends in easily among other students, who jokingly call him the 'Campus Cryptid', collects degrees like candy, and works as a bartender, drinking the blood of customers who are rude and cruel. He moves every ten years or so, always starting over on the campus of a massive university where he can exist relatively peacefully. In his 100 years of life, he has never found true friendship or love, and has never told his secrets to another person, but after Neil Josten, the school's star exy player has a panic attack behind the counter of the campus bar he works at, things start to change.
the idea of nicky bombarding the rest of the monsters with like "yas mama pussy queen slay boots the house down queen" talk to be ironic LITERALLY makes me laugh so hard. because he'd do it, with impeccable comedic timing, and the upperclassmen would die every time. oh my god, i can't get it out of my head.
aaron would just sigh and grimace every time. andrew would be so caught off guard the first few times that it would literally show on his face; the first time the upperclassmen see it they die. kevin and neil would each be so utterly confused the first couple times because it sounds like absolute gibberish to them what's so funny?? they don't get it at all? after a few times they still don't get it but they've gotten used to it. kevin reacts similarly to aaron except with more disgust than disappointment; neil, on the other hand, just plays along, because why not? it makes everyone laugh, it makes nicky happy, and it annoys andrew so much.
nicky: yas queen, slay the boots down mama!
neil: yeah, i'm trying to. thanks. :)
nicky: werk, queen! we love!
neil: thanks, i love you too, nicky. do you want me to call you queen too?
nicky: that's sweet, love, but no. it would sound like a slur. :)
then, one day:
nicky: *makes a good play, has some small accomplishment, etc*
neil, smiling softly: slay!
and with that, he single-handedly sent every one of the foxes to the moon
(This was in my darfts and i wrote it a while ago, enjoy?)
Hi random thought!
What if Andrew has a whole fuck'n album of pictures dedicated to Neil, he also has screenshots of texts that meant the most to him. Not only that but what if Andrew kept voice mails from Neil to listen to when they're at different games and have to stay in a diffrent state. And this stuff isn't even anything monumental it's just random shit Neil's sent andrew like a picture of one of the cats face covering neils mouth and only showing his eyes.
One time for Andrew's birthday neil sent him a voice mail of him tiredly sing happy birthday and he just passes out and the voice mail ends.
Another is of him try to say good luck untill of of his teammates interups thinking it's his girlfriend and then the team joining in.
Neil sends random close up pictures of the cats to piss him off and Andrew retaliates with badly taken pictures of himself until neil responds with 'that's not fair'
prompt idea: 5 times andrew and neil kissed in secret while there were other people around + 1 time they got caught
this is pure uncut fluff and EXACTLY what i needed this weekend tysm.
in which Neil and Andrew are disgustinglyin love, Neil flusters Andrew with tender smooching, and Andrew takes advantageof Neil’s Exy kink to get some sweet, sweet lovemaking. (not explicit)
-1-
Thelights outside smeared, soft and still altogether too bright for the late hour.Neil leaned his face against the bus window, his hair dried in funny tufts fromshowering after the game.
“Goto sleep, Josten,” Wymack grunted. “We can go over strategy in the morning.”
“I’mfine,” Neil said, and immediately yawned hugely.
“Sureyou are,” Wymack said, not letting his eyes leave the road for a second.
“Shutup,” Neil muttered, but heaved himself up off the seat behind Wymack andcarefully made his way to the back of the bus. The Foxes lay in various statesof unconsciousness in their seats. Renee rolled her head up and gave him adrowsy nod from where she sat, squashed between Allison and one of the freshmengirls.
Neil’smouth curled up at the edge as he dropped into the back seat. Andrew glancedover at him, his cheek red from where he’d been leaning it on his hand.
“Can’tsleep?” Neil asked softly.
“Tooloud,” Andrew replied.
Neilnodded. Since getting sober, Neil didn’t think he’d ever seen Andrew sleep infront of the team; it left him too vulnerable. “You played so good tonight,” hemurmured, scooting in a little closer.
Andrewscoffed, but he shifted to accommodate Neil. “You scored a few goals yourself.”
“Oh?”Neil asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You were watching?”
“No,”Andrew said, and before Neil could call him out on the obvious lie, his handgrabbed Neil’s hair, tugging their lips together.
Neilsighed happily and nosed in closer, parting his lips to breath Andrew in. Heatbloomed in his exhausted body like sunlight soaking into a cold day. Andrew’sfree hand slid up his thigh, fingers kneading into Neil’s sore muscles.
Thebus dropped beneath them with a crash. Neil’s forehead smashed into Andrew’s ashe was thrown sideways. Groans echoed up the bus as the team grumbled at therude awakening.
“Pothole,”Wymack called, his voice barely audible all the way at the back. “Go back tosleep.”
Neilgrimaced, rubbing his face ruefully, and looked down to find himself halfwayinto Andrew’s lap. The red lines on Andrew’s cheek from before had been joinedby a darker mark just above his eyebrow. His hands were tight on Neil, holdinghim in place.
Hisgrip eased as Neil settled himself back down onto the seat. He brushed hisfingers over the red mark on Andrew’s forehead, unable to stifle a small smile.“Oops,” he said.
Andrewhuffed, letting go of Neil and shuffling so that he could lean against thewindow comfortably. “He’s right. Go to sleep.”
“Hmm,”Neil said, propping his head sideways against the seat. “Okay.”
Andrewshot one more irritated glance at him, then reached out and tugged Neil down sohis cheek rested against Andrew’s shoulder. Neil made a small, happy hum,squirming into a more comfortable position, his forehead tucked into the crookof Andrew’s neck.
“Sleep,”Andrew said again.
Neilsmiled and brushed a kiss over Andrew’s exposed throat. “Okay.”
-2-
“Ihate these things,” Neil said, flopping into the chair next to Andrew andshoving two fingers under his tie to loosen it.
“Finallygot tired of playing nice with the other teams?” Andrew said, pushing his glasstowards Neil.
Neilpicked it up and sniffed it, getting a whiff of the distinct bite of hardliquor mixed in with banquet punch. Normally he’d say no—he’d just neverdeveloped a taste for alcohol—but after two hours of Kevin bullying him intosmall-talk and networking with the other teams, he took a quick swig, making aface as the sweet-sharp taste slid down his throat.
“Disgusting,”he croaked, placing the glass back on the table and glancing over at Andrew.His eyes were fixed and intent on Neil, staring at his rumpled suit jacket.“What?” he asked. “Do I have something on my suit?”
“Moron,”Andrew muttered. “Yes or no?”
Neilfroze, mouth still open. His eyes darted around; there were hundreds of peopleon the repurposed court, but most of them were on the dance floor, bouncingalong with the beat of the shitty pop music blaring over the speakers.Christmas trees speckled the sparsely occupied tables, partially blocking theview.
“Neil?”Andrew interrupted.
“Hm?”Neil said, eyes returning abruptly to Andrew. “Yes.”
Andrewstudied him for a second longer, as if to verify that he really was comfortablewith it, before leaning in and looping Neil’s tie around his hand, pullinglightly. Neil followed his lead easily, letting himself be drawn into a searingkiss.
Andrewpulled back after only a second. “So,” Neil said, trying to keep his breathingeven, “you like the suit?”
“Ugh,”Andrew said, releasing Neil’s tie and shoving him back onto his chair.
“Youdo,” Neil said, a smug grin on hisface.
“Fuckyou.”
“Maybelater.”
“Ugh,”Andrew repeated, and reached for the spiked punch on the table.
-3-
Christmaswith the Foxes was a lot better than Christmas with the Ravens.
“Asliterally anyone could have told you,” Andrew said, when Neil expressed thesentiment. After two hours of sitting through an intense round of gift-giving,Abby’s living room was littered with the detritus of torn apart wrapping paperand empty mugs of hot chocolate. Each Fox had been tasked with gettingsomething that could go to anyone on the team, so that they could each blindlypick a gift. It had quickly devolved into a cutthroat game of barter and theft.
Neilhad given Andrew his gift—a package of bath bombs—without much thought, andleft Andrew to the complicated negotiations with Nicky that seemed as muchcoercion as commerce. Most of the others had by now headed for the kitchen forAbby’s attempt at Christmas pudding.
They’dagreed not to get anyone personal gifts, but the couples had all exchangedgifts, and Matt had warned Neil that Nicky was hoarding “New Years Evepresents” in their dorm room. Dan had slipped Neil a wrapped box just momentsbefore disappearing into the kitchen, dodging his protests that he hadn’t gother anything. He ran his fingers over the wrapping paper, still a littleoverwhelmed.
“Areyou going to stare at it, or are you going to open it?” Andrew said, grufflyimpatient. Neil knew he wasn’t really upset; he’d bargained his way up to afancy set of whiskey stones in the gift exchange. Even Allison had admittedthey were pretty nice.
Neilplaced the box on the table and turned to face Andrew. “I didn’t get youanything,” he said.
Andrewnodded, unruffled. Neil checked the door covertly and slid his fingers intoAndrew’s hair. It slipped through his fingers, soft and a little sticky fromthe heat of the fireplace.
Voicesclamoured from the kitchen, Kevin’s strident tones echoing over thegood-natured griping of the others. Neil leaned forward, a question.
Andrewleaned in to meet him, answering him with a light nip and then nudging his mouthopen. Neil melted into the kiss, tangling his fingers deeper into Andrew’s hairas their tongues slid together, familiar and still heart-stoppingly new.
Abump from the hallway stopped the kiss before it could grow too far. Neilrested his forehead against Andrew’s. “I bought the whiskey stones,” hemurmured.
“Iknow,” Andrew said, and got to his feet. “It’s a camera,” he added, jerking hischin towards the package on the table. “I overheard the busybodies talkingabout it last week.”
Hefollowed the voices into the hallway. Neil picked up the gift again, his lipcurled up on one side. He wondered how much had been overheard and how much of the idea had been planted.
Hetore open the wrapping paper to reveal a brand-new Polaroid camera. A smallnote on the side of the box read:
To keep the wall going,
Love Dan
-4-
Snowsprayed up into the air as Neil careened to a stop. He paused for a second tocatch his breath before twisting around, the skis under his feet limiting hisrange of motion.
Kevinskidded in behind him a second later, cursing loudly. “That doesn’t count, youcut me off.”
“Areyou trying to call a foul on me?” Neil asked, a grin splitting his face. Thecold air nipped at his skin, bright and sparkling. The ski lodge behind themsat caked in over six feet of snow.
Kevinscooped up a bit of snow and tried to fling it at Neil, but he overbalanced,his skis slipping backwards. He hit the snow hard, spluttering.
“Betterluck next time,” Neil said, popping out of his bindings and leaning his skisand poles against the rack. Day three of their skiing holiday had brought outthe competitive spirit, not that Neil had any illusions about being thefastest.
Reneeand Allison waved as Neil stomped inside in his heavy boots, the steamy heat ofthe lodge instantly fogging up his goggles. He pulled his helmet off andunzipped his coat as he made his way to the table they’d claimed.
“Whattook you so long?” Renee asked sweetly, eyes sparkling over a steaming mug ofapple cider.
Neilscrunched his nose up at her and dumped his helmet on the table, stripping offhis snow jacket. “Kevin needed to be taken down a peg.”
“Whendoes he not?” Allison said, shoving her plate of fries towards Neil. “We’re goingto the spa for the rest of the afternoon.”
“I’lltell the others,” Neil replied, dropping into the seat opposite. There was noservice at the lodge, which meant everyone had to pass messages along in personlike a convoluted game of telephone. Neil was secretly kind of pleased to spenda few days without being pestered about having his phone turned off.
“Ta,”Allison said, standing up and pulling Renee along with her. Renee shot Neilanother cheeky smile and followed Allison out.
Kevinclomped his way in a second later, Andrew on his heels and his jacket stillcovered in snow all up one side. “You shouldn’t be eating that,” he said,pointing at the plate of fries. “We’ve got a game in just over a week—”
“Iwill shove snow down the back of your neck,” Andrew warned, dropping into thespot next to Neil.
Kevinscowled, but stomped off towards the cafeteria without another word. Neilpushed the plate towards Andrew, studying the faint redness of a goggle-shapedsunburn on Andrew’s cheeks.
“Allisonand Renee are turning in for the afternoon,” he said.
“Hm,”Andrew said.
“Doyou want a hot chocolate?”
Andrewhummed another affirmation. “Okay,” Neil said, rising and rummaging through hiscoat to find his wallet. “Sandwich?”
“Chicken.”
“Alright,”Neil said. He tried to head for the cafeteria, but was stopped by a slight tugon his sweater. He turned, tilting his head to look at Andrew’s hand, tangledin his hem.
Andrewgave another light tug and Neil followed, stepping in close so that Andrew hadto tilt his head back to meet his gaze. Neil hummed, sliding his hand overAndrew’s and feeling his sweat-damp skin. “Do you want to turn in for theafternoon?”
Andrew’seyes darkened imperceptibly, his grip on Neil’s sweater tightening. “Dowhatever you want,” he said.
“Ithink I’ve had enough skiing for the day,” Neil said, a sly smile pulling athis lips. He ducked his head, planting a quick, warm kiss to Andrew’s lips. “I’llget lunch.”
Andrewreleased him and waved his hand dismissively. Neil’s stomach squirmed happilyas he spotted Dan and Matt leading a bedraggled Nicky into the lodge. He gavethem a quick wave and headed to the cafeteria, already looking forward to alazy afternoon.
-5-
Neilshovelled his notes into his bag and slung it over one shoulder, shoulderinghis way into the crowd already thronging around the door. It wasn’t like he hadanywhere urgent to be, but the hallways near his second-year calculus class gotabsolutely manic around lunch, and he wanted to find a table to study at forhis hour-long break.
“Neil.”
Neilcame to an abrupt stop, his attention magnetically drawn over to the side ofthe hallway. A guy bumped into him from behind, looking annoyed at his suddenstop, but when he saw the scars on Neil’s face he rethought whatever he wasabout to say and hurried on.
Neilcut through the stream of people to where Andrew stood, a pillar of stillnessin the surrounding chaos. “Shouldn’t you be in class right now?” he asked.
“Cancelled,”Andrew said, and shoved a paper cup into his hand.
Neilhid his smile in the rim of the cup, inhaling the smell of rich, warm coffee.He took a small sip. “Do you have any more classes today?”
“No.”
“Mm.I have stats in an hour.”
Andrewonly hummed in response. Neil took another sip of his coffee, admiring theslight flush to the tip of Andrew’s ears. He was bundled up in their matchingcoats, though Neil didn’t have his today; it wasn’t so cold he couldn’t managewith just a hoodie. He had a second cup in his hands, probably containing somesugary monstrosity. “Want to go get food?” Neil asked.
“Okay.”
Neilled the way through the press of people. The line outside the campus café wasalready about a mile long, so they walked five minutes off campus to one of thediners off of Perimeter Road.
Theline was still pretty long, but Neil didn’t mind waiting. The cold air hadbitten a spot of red onto the tip of Andrew’s nose. The others would probablyconsider this a date, he thought idly. He didn’t hate the idea.
“Hey,”Neil said, leaning in. Andrew blinked up at him, unimpressed. “Yes or no?”
Mostof the other diners were hidden from view behind a shelf of coffee, but Neilstill waited. A small crease formed between Andrew’s eyebrows as he nodded,slowly.
Neilpressed a small kiss to the red tip of Andrew’s nose and pulled back, smirkinginto his coffee cup. Andrew’s shoulders hunched, his chin tucking into hisjacket as two spots of colour rose on his cheeks.
Neilgrinned, knocking his shoulder against Andrew’s lightly. Andrew scruncheddeeper into his coat, eyes hooded.
Notthe worst way to spend a Tuesday, Neil reflected, as the door opened behindthem, bringing in a group of college students and a gust of cold air. Not evenremotely.
+1
Danpunched Neil’s shoulder, a fierce grin on her face as she led him back into thechangerooms. “We’re going to finals!”
Neilgrinned back, elation thrumming in his veins. Even the blood-hungry mediacouldn’t dampen his mood. He glanced back at Edgar Allan Stadium, soaking inthe glory of the ten-six score one last time.
Danheaded straight for the women’s changeroom and Neil stopped in the waitingroom, spinning slowly. Every decoration on the wall was meant to be a taunt, areminder of the Ravens supremacy: banners, championship photos, trophies. Itfelt more than a little ironic, now that the Foxes were moving on to finals andthe Ravens weren’t.
Heturned back to the door and found himself facing Andrew. His hair was stillglued flat to his head from his helmet, sweat drying tacky and shiny on hisskin. He’d taken the time to get out of his bulky armour, but he was stillwearing his orange jersey.
“Youwere fucking incredible,” Neil said, crossing the room in three strides. Andrewcaught him easily, snagging his armour and spinning him back against the wall.“The look on their faces when you shut them out—”
Neilcouldn’t even finish his statement, he was grinning too hard. Andrew pressedhim into the wall and Neil let his helmet and gloves drop from under his elbowso that he could rest his arms over Andrew’s shoulders.
“Wewon,” he said, unable to contain it.
“Yes,”Andrew agreed.
“DoI owe you a favour this time?”
Andrewtilted his head up so their noses brushed. Neil watched his eyes dilate in thepartial light, the pupil reflecting a glint of Neil’s reflection. “The Ravensyou can have for free.”
“Fuck,”Neil mumbled, pulling Andrew into a heated kiss. His body felt leaden from thebrutal second half, but Andrew held him up, his hands rough and hungry againstNeil’s jersey. His knee found its way between Neil’s legs, grinding againsthim. Neil bit back a moan and rocked once, the heat of Andrew’s bodysurrounding him, caged against the wall.
“Oh,fuck, Andrew,” he said. “We should—”
Andrewbit his lip to silence him, slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Neil tangledone hand into Andrew’s hair, the other wrapped around Andrew’s neck to hold himclose.
Someonesqueaked.
Andrewwhipped his head around, his grip on Neil tightening. Neil sucked in a gulp ofair. Nicky had both hands over his mouth, sudden terror overcoming hisfeatures. “Oh my god—guys don’t—”
Kevinshoved Nicky aside impatiently and made it halfway into the room before spottingNeil and Andrew, still entangled against the wall.
Herolled his eyes. “Can’t you wait for the hotel?” he groused, dropping onto acouch and folding his arms.
Andrewreleased Neil, stepping back out of his space. A slow redness crept over Neil’sface as he spotted Matt and two of the freshmen standing behind Nicky in thehallway.
“I,um, Andrew, I’m so sorry—” Nicky said, eyes wide with fear as Andrew turned toface him.
“Nota word,” Andrew warned.
“Right,of course, just gonna zip those lips, ha-ha—”
“It’sfine,” Neil said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Neil,I—”
“Isaid it’s fine,” Neil repeated. “I’m just going to go—shower.”
Hehurried out of the room, Andrew a step ahead of him, hoping against hope thatnobody would notice the rather compromising state the front of his jerseyshorts were in.
“Don’ttake too long!” Kevin called after them.
“Fuckoff,” Neil shouted back, grateful for knee-jerk response. Matt gave him a grinthat was equal parts surprise and congratulations, and a big thumbs up whichNeil kind of wished he could un-see.
Thechangerooms were pretty much empty, so Neil quickly stripped off his gear andpiled it into his bag, wrapping a towel around his waist. He felt Andrew’s eyeson him and glanced up, spotting Andrew in a similar state of undress.
Helicked his lips, eyes darting over to where a couple of the showers were stillrunning. “Hotel?”
Andrew’sgaze slipped down his bare chest to the slight tent at the front of his towel.Neil felt molten, his body tingling and a little shaky from the unexpectedinterruption. Andrew reached out, slow and deliberate, pressing his fingersinto the iron scar on Neil’s shoulder. Neil’s heart kicked up another gear, thetips of Andrew’s fingers like tiny, burning stars on is skin.
“Hotel,”Andrew agreed, dropping his hand. Neil blinked rapidly, his chest stuck andpulse pounding.
Andrewvanished into one of the shower stalls and Neil took a couple deep breaths,willing himself to calm down. The hotel was less than twenty minutes away.
