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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Vampire Andrew au please! 🩸💋🖤

WIP Wednesday (10/4) | Vampire Andrew AU

“Proud of you.” Andrew says, removing his hand from Kevin’s person. “You didn’t throw anything this time.”

“I don’t have anything to throw,” Kevin seethes. Then he adds, “And Seth deserved that.”

“He deserved you throwing a folding chair at his head?” Wymack asks, interrupting their conversation.

“Yes.” Kevin nods. Andrew sort of agrees with him, but Wymack isn’t impressed with his answer. The three of them remain sitting while everyone else stands to leave, Kevin getting a lecture about ‘minding your goddamn manners in public, there were little kids right in front of us’. 

But the little girl from before didn’t seem bothered by Kevin’s outburst. Her family has already vacated the stands, her brother clutching their mother’s arm. The girl turns to wave at Andrew. Andrew notes the plastic Disney princess in her hand and snorts. Then she positions her index fingers in front of her mouth— like fangs, Andrew supposes— and laughs. Andrew waves back with one finger.

“I love you, vampire boy!” she shouts as she follows her family towards the parking lot. Andrew’s heart squeezes. He can’t recall the last time someone said that to him. Andrew swallows deeply, then turns back to Kevin and Wymack who are still arguing about the proper way to behave around other people.

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[joanofexys]

Hiii! I would love to hear abt any WIPs you're writing rn if you wanna share 👀??

my main wip is a oneshot titled he’ll blame the alcohol and you’ll blame the full moon (after fool’s gold by lucy dacus)

it’s a kandreil fic and the general premise is Kevin gets incredibly drunk, Wymack drops him off, he falls asleep in Andrew’s bed, he wakes up and sad drunk Kevin ensues. basically he has the panic attack of a life time and nobody has a good time

a little snippet from it <3

im currently very very stuck on it cause i cant figure out how to shift to the comfort portion

other than that the other two things i’m working on are a jerejean prompt and drafting up a kevjeandreil (kev/jean/neil/andrew) raven AU

[allforthebirthdays]

Happy birthday to Jem @tidalst! I hope your day is amazing and you get lots of cake and presents and hugs and- 🧡🤍🧡🤍

Don't forget to wish them a happy birthday!

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

[andylantsov]

Another List of AFTG fics to read.. in a while

Part 5 probably.

DUDE- Take care, kornspiracy

List begins henceforth:

my heart, new by @syrenhug

long way up by @annawrites

To Keep Him Safe by EmeraldWaves (their twitter)

For The Dancing & The Dreaming by Tidalst

Two Scoops of Happiness (To Go) by @iamagentcoop

set the lights by Stjosten

The Gaslights Burn Brightly by @strongqueercharacters

Lately I been, I been losing sleep by @blogaboutyafavbirdboys and @jojen-hewitt

The Shoulder of Orion by ringenthusiast (Deadist) (their twitter: @pseudo_aaron)

Prioritise Pleasure by Anonymous and Watergaw

Stay Where I Can Reach by emry_stars (It's a locked work)

Fast Enough by kornspiracy

does the dog die at the end? by @stillmadaboutpetra

Masterlist linked here.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian angel Neil AU please 👼☁️🌟 ?

WIP Wednesday (9/20) | Guardian Angel Neil AU

“That’s fair, I suppose.” Andrew says with a shrug. Then he looks at Neil’s profile and thinks of the conversation he just had downstairs with Renee. Neil isn’t attractive, it’s just too tame a word to describe him. He’s beautiful, ethereal. Just like she said. Fuck. Andrew glances towards Neil. “Did you… hear what we were talking about?”

“No. Should I have?”

“No.” Andrew answers quickly, a bit relieved. He doesn’t need the figment of his imagination to know Andrew’s developed a crush on him. God, the thought alone nearly has Andrew flinging himself off the building.

“You know, Renee’s actually a big fan of yours. She really likes that book you guys are in.”

“The book we’re in?” Neil looks puzzled for a moment. Then he seems to put it together and smirks. “The Bible?”

Andrew nods. “Maybe we’ll have you autograph hers for her sometime.”

“Ha.” Neil says, leaning back with both arms behind him and his head tilted back to look upwards. “You know… Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one in person.”

“And yet you’re an angel.”

“Yet I’m an angel.” Neil sighs. “And a lousy excuse for one, too.”

“I told you, not your fault. Forget it.” Andrew says. And that seems to smooth down the angel’s ruffled feathers. Huh. Feathers… Andrew’s brow furrows.

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hiii happy valentines, hope ur doing good (^^)/💗! Can I ask for Vamp Andrew AU 💥🖤?

WIP Wednesday (2/14) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 81)

Thankfully, Aaron doesn’t seem to be much of a talker. Neil thinks more people should be content to sit in silence with a stranger without trying to make awkward small talk. The only sound is the radio, but it's barely audible. He couldn’t even hazard a guess of what station is playing, but Aaron’s head is bobbing to some sort of rhythm. 

It would probably be rude to turn it up, so Neil doesn’t. He just leans back and watches the builds go by, the other cars on the interstate zip past. Until he hears Aaron clear his throat. Oh damn. Maybe he is a talker. Neil turns and looks at the back liner with an expectant brow raised.

But Aaron doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even glance Neil’s way. He just rubs at his nose with the back of his hand and coughs a couple of times into his fist. Neil merely watches this strange scene, wondering whether this man is going to choke to death on nothing.

“Are you alright?” Neil finally asks, because it seems the polite thing to do. Aaron nods, his mouth pressed into a firm line. Neil nods in reply and notes that it’s sort of stuffy in the car. He shifts slightly to unzip his hoodie and Aaron inhales sharply. “What’s—” Neil cuts off when Aaron’s arm jerks towards him.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii, hope you're doing well! Can I have Guardian Angel Neil please 😇 💓?

WIP Wednesday (12/6) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 81)

Neil thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to see his face ever again. It’s bad enough that there’s mirrors and windows everywhere…”

Andrew hadn’t even thought of that. How horrible it must be to face your abuser every time you see your reflection. Neil does look like his father, but a bit softer somehow. Nathan Wesninski in a different font.

Andrew stares at him for a moment, trying to come up with differences and finding a couple more similarities in the curve of Neil’s mouth and the slope of his nose. It's strange to think, but Nathan’s looks sit better on Neil. Andrew supposes his mother’s genes must’ve smoothed them out and made them pretty instead of rugged.

“He doesn’t have those. Those are just yours,” Andrew says finally, gesturing to the smattering of freckles on Neil’s face. Neil winces.

“Yeah. They’re real bad, huh?” He says, covering the scars on his cheeks with both hands.

“Not what I meant.” Andrew tells him. He deigns not to tell Neil how pretty he is, freckles or not. Scars or not. Instead he just says, “They’re not that bad. Put your hands down.”

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian Angel Neil AU please ☁️🌟💘?

WIP Wednesday (10/11) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 48)

Practice is more or less the same as always. Wymack puts Andrew in his goal and his so-called teammates shoot balls at him. Andrew purposefully dodges them, lets them fly past him time and time again. He stands there with his stick in hand and elevator music in his mind until a time out is called.

“Minyard, we’re in the middle of practice. Ya know, in case you’d like to join us and do something!” Wilds shouts from the other side of the court. When Andrew gives no reply, she huffs and spins on her heel to start for the court door. Wymack lets her out and they’re definitely talking about his shining team spirit, but Andrew can’t make out what they’re saying.

He lets his eyes wander past them, out into the stands where he’s shocked to see someone sitting in the nosebleeds. They’re just barely visible in the unlit section of the stadium. Who the hell is… Andrew squints at the figure, confused. Then an arm raises in an enthusiastic wave. A gray hoodie. Neil?

Andrew snaps his gaze back to his teammates. None of them seem to have noticed the interloper. They’re all busy bitching about one thing or the other, most likely Andrew’s lack of effort or Kevin’s general existence. Andrew leans against his racquet. He’s got the urge to show off for Neil. That’s so stupid and yet... it’s a better motivator than anything Wymack has tried to bribe him with.

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