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Angel Neil please!

WIP Wednesday (10/30) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 252)

"I know how to read, dummy." Nicky says, jerking a thumb toward the fridge. Andrew looks over to find a sticky note staring at him. 'Chocolate cake for Andrew!' is scribbled on it in Sharpie. And underlined three times. Nicky says, "You didn't have to leave a note though. You coulda just asked. We live in the same room."

Andrew blinks. He didn't...

He didn't leave a note. Did he? Andrew glances back over. No. The handwriting definitely doesn't belong to him. Doesn't belong to Kevin or Nicky or Aaron either. But the Post-It note is from the stash Aaron keeps in his desk. The ones Andrew sometimes pilfers to make tiny paper airplanes or to stick 'Kick me hard' signs to Kevin's back when he's not looking. (He would maim someone for trying, of course. But it's fun to get on Kevin's nerves.)

"Hey," Nicky says, waving a hand in front of Andrew's face. "You're the only one with a lighter. Do the honors."

Andrew huffs but pulls out his BIC, lighting all four candles. Then Nicky makes them each stand behind the counter, behind their respective cakes for a photo. Andrew goes easily, much to Nicky's visible surprise. But he doesn't feel like being contrary today. Not right now anyway.

Once he's through taking pictures with his cell phone, Nicky performs 'Happy Birthday' like it's a rock opera and Kevin sings along with much less enthusiasm. Finally, each of the twins blow out their candles.

Instead of grabbing a fork and carrying his entire cake to the couch, Andrew turns to look at the note up close. With his perfect memory, Andrew remembers nothing about it. He'd been content with vanilla cake. It was better than no cake, after all. And that's what he gotten for the first... oh, twelve years of his life. But if not him... And if not any of the idiots in the room...

Andrew's eyes widen.

Wait a second. 

Is this Neil's handwriting? It must be.

Sneaky idiot angel. Andrew snatches the note and puts it in his pocket, then turns to find Aaron giving him a look. His twin pushes a plate into his hands and Andrew cuts himself an enormous slice of cake before going to sit in the living room to ponder angels and birthdays and chocolate frosting and brothers.

Everyone files into the living room and Kevin clicks on the TV, but Andrew just stares at Aaron while he shovels cake into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind he starts to draft a letter, but then Aaron notices and fixes a glare on him. Andrew smiles back with all his teeth and turns his attention to the TV.

[leedee013]

101 ways not to say i do, because who doesn't love weddings?

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Andrew paused for a moment. He had an eidetic memory, but he couldn't recall ever telling Nicky about the drive-through chapel they'd found. But of course, one particular loudmouth who knew about the fake wedding came to mind.

"Matt. Matt told you."

"I'm not going to confirm or deny that accusation," Nicky said calmly before returning to a louder volume. "But either way, I should have been one of the first people to know! Aaron's also pissed, by the way!"

Now, why had Nicky gone and told Aaron about it? "Nicky, calm down."

"I will not calm down, Andrew! Ma—my informant also told me that you two don't even have rings! I raised you better than this, Andrew Minyard."

The apartment door creaked open, and a few footsteps later Neil Josten was in front of Andrew, in all his sweaty glory, dabbing at his face with the bottom of his shirt and exposing a midriff littered with scars and accented by toned muscle.

Neil nodded his head at Andrew's phone and raised an eyebrow. Who is it?

Nicky, Andrew mouthed back.

Neil beckoned for the phone, and Andrew happily handed it over. "Hey Nicky," Neil started, only for Nicky's aggravated voice to blare through the speakers, once again lamenting being left out of their wedding.

Neil sighed. "Nicky, it's not a real marriage. We drove through an attraction at Las Vegas that was offering fake marriage certificates and two-minute ceremonies."

Andrew could hear Nicky's response, even if he didn't have the phone: "Yeah, well, that wasn't fake!"

Neil's eyes widened as he locked gazes with Andrew.

"Fuck," they both mouthed.

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Happy birthday to @leedee013! I hope you have a wonderful day! 🧡🤍🧡🤍

Don't forget to wish them a happy birthday!

(If you have a birthday to add, send me an ask!)

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12 Edwin

Kiss Meme!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Mafia front restaurant AU please! Have a nice WW! 💕

WIP Wednesday (10/16) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 236)

Jean and Nathaniel are the first to arrive at their meeting place. It turns out to be an alley in a very seedy part of town, which makes a hell of a lot of sense. But it’s also foreign. Because while Stuart isn’t afraid of getting dirty, he’s got class. He’d never arrange a meeting in this hellhole. No. Stuart’s meetings generally take place in the restaurant or one of a dozen other such smokescreens. 

Speaking of the restaurant, Jean glances down at his watch and huffs impatiently. He's got cooking to do for fuck's sake! Where are these idiots?

"Where are these idiots?" Jean finally asks in French. Nathaniel laughs through his nose and shrugs. Where Jean had opted to lean against the car, Nathaniel's taken to sitting on the hood and fiddling with his mother's gun. Jean can hear the barely audible clicks that signify the safety switching on and off.

"Maybe they got lost," Nathaniel finally answers. Safety on, safety off. Safety on, safety off. On, off, on, off. He holsters his gun with a sigh. "I wish they'd hurry the fuck up, Kevin could be having a category six meltdown by now."

"He was already at category three when we were leaving," Jean says with a huff. "He’ll be in my lap all night.”

With a pitiful look on his face, Nathaniel sighs out, "Oh, poor you."

Jean smiles. "Not the word I would use." He catches movement at the far end of the alley and straightens, rising to his full height. "They're here."

Nathaniel immediately switches into business mode, hopping off the car and standing as tall as he can with a bitchy expression on his face. It's his neutral expression, Jean supposes, but it generally serves to induce fear. Nathaniel shrugs his shoulder towards the approaching men and starts walking, to meet them in the middle.

It's symbolic or some shit, Jean figures, since Nathaniel always does this. Jean falls into step right beside him and soon enough they're toe to toe with a mirror of themselves. One mouthpiece, one brick wall.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Also would you kindly share something about one of your OCs? If you've got their birthdays then maybe a character with a fall birthday 👀

sorry i'm so late lee thank you for sending me this <333

okay so! leander and jace's birthdays are in the fall and a couple days apart so i'm giving you a random little snippet i wrote a while back (probably around the time i got this ask if i'm honest)

LEANDER

"Hey Jace," I said as I flopped down on the couch beside him. It wasn't until I had my legs tucked under myself that I actually registered his presence and jolted in surprise. "Holy shit! What are you doing here?"

Jace just smiled. "Not much. Just waiting for you."

"You..." I blinked at him, then yanked the towel out of my hair and scrubbed my hair dry before throwing it at the stairs. "How did you get in?"

"You left the backdoor unlocked."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, I locked it for you." He smiled, then made a face. "You really should be more careful though. Anyone could've come in, Lee."

I scoffed and gestured to his person. "Clearly."

"Someone worse than me." Jace said with a playful roll of his eyes. "By the way, I brought Taco Bell for you."

"Oh?" I glanced at the coffee table to find a familiar take out bag. "Thanks. Did you eat yet?"

"Yeah. But I wouldn't say no to the burrito," Jace said, pointing into the bag. I grabbed it and handed it over Jace's offering before pulling out my chalupa. (One of two.) After taking a bite, I gave Jace a look.

"I didn't hear you pull up."

"Oh, I was out on a run and decided you needed Taco Bell," Jace said with a shrug. He must've been joking because the food was still warm. If he'd really run here from town, it would be ice cold. But I was hungry and I'd been craving this all day, so I didn't call out his lie.

"What are you, telepathic?" I joked. Jace's eyes went wide for a split second and some rice fell out of his burrito onto his shirt. He looked down at the mess and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger before bringing it to his mouth.

"Yep. I can read your mind." Jace said, wiggling his now-greasy fingers at me. "And right now..." Jace closed his eyes and pretended to read my mind, making a humming sound. "You really want to watch the new episode of Enchanted Rivalry with your best friend. Who ran through a blizzard to bring you food."

I groaned. "Jace, you know I hate that show."

"You love it." Jace said as he grabbed the remote off the table. "You just think you're too cool to watch it." He dropped his voice to mutter, "Which makes no sense considering the Twilight thing, but whatever."

"Well you just wanna watch boys kiss." I accused as Jace navigated a streaming service to find his current favorite show. It was about a school for magical teenagers and the two main characters were constantly at each other's throats— either with teeth or lips. Sometimes it took them a whole episode to decide if they hated each other or wanted to make out. It drove me crazy. But it was sort of hot, so...

"Not true," Jace said with a pout. "I like the plot."

"Ninety percent of the plot is the boys making out. Or slamming each other into walls. Or floors. Any surface, really."

"Yeah well. I like those parts too," Jace said with a grin. And then he started the episode.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

And then mer roadtrip please! Happy WW! 🫶

WIP Wednesday (10/30) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 86)

Andrew polishes off the rest of the pizza in record time then frisbees the box towards the small trash can in the corner before uncapping the two liter of soda and taking a swig. He holds it out to Neil, who takes him up on it and hands it back. The two of them watch Jeopardy together, each of them taking turns guessing answers the way Andrew and Aaron used to. It shouldn't make him feel hollow, but it does.

When the show ends, Neil turns out the lamp and slides under his blankets facing away from the television. "Goodnight."

"Night." Andrew answers, watching Neil curl himself around his duffel. He clicks the volume on the TV down quite a bit, showing the same consideration Neil had shown him the night before. It's only fair. Neil is not only his pod, but his gracious benefactor. If not for Neil, Andrew would likely have been left to rot in that fucking cove.

It's sort of insane that they only met a day ago and they've already come so far. Andrew's memory flickers through the last twenty-four hours. Meeting Abram, going to the motel, the diner, the mall, getting the car, coming here... It's such a blur. But compared to the constant cycle of sleep, eat, sleep, eat... The mundanity he'd become accustomed to in the last month of so-called freedom, it's a welcome rush.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Angel Neil, please!!

WIP Wednesday (9/27) | Guardian Angel Neil AU

When Andrew finally does drag himself up off the ground his ankle feels fine. He’s still not sure how he’d convinced himself he was injured when he wasn’t, but he’s grateful that he’s not crippled. He turns, ready to go downstairs and meet the drudgery he’s grown used to, but before he can reach the door Andrew pauses in his step. 

There, on the ground in front of him, is a long, white feather.

Andrew’s eyes widen as he crouches to pick it up. It’s real. It’s… He runs his fingertip along the vane, moving the soft barbs back and forth. Neil’s wings were real. Neil is real. Andrew staggers back a step. How can this be true? 

He’s not crazy? He’s not… He’s got a guardian angel who can really heal busted joints and whose wings glow silver and whose laugh sounds like the Heavenly choir. Andrew turns to look behind him, but there’s no other proof that Neil was ever here. He considers calling his name but doesn’t know what to say right now, so he just pushes the feather into his jacket and heads downstairs.

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