#Andrew is probably a little ooc

[turquoisepolo]

Take My Hand (And Never Let Go)

Based off of this post.

Summary: Three times Neil reached for a weapon, and one time he reached for Andrew.

Rating: PG-13 (Just for the fact that it's AFTG)

Warnings: None(?)

One.

The first time that Andrew noticed Neil’s habit was in the cabin during spring break. Of course, Andrew had picked up on Neil’s odd tendencies when being removed from a vulnerable state (sleep), however it was hard to learn the other’s sleeping habits when Neil tended to wake up at ungodly hours.

He’d gone to sleep content, for the first time in months. Neil was here, safe. Right next to him and nobody would ever change that fact again. Not the fucking mafia, and certainly not the FBI. Andrew fell asleep to red curls and a peacefully beautiful face. 

It wasn’t morning time when he awoke, the sun wasn’t sneaking through the blinds and Neil wasn’t the first awake. Andrew woke to pounding on the door, and his own disturbance was soon followed by Neil’s. Neil. Neil, whose first reaction was to reach under his pillow, no doubt expected a gun, only to find Andrew’s arm in a weapon’s place. Andrew watched Neil curiously through half lidded eyes, watched as Neil came back to him and away from whatever haunting memories had plagued him. Realization settled in those striking blue eyes, and Andrew would have been content to keep on watching but the knocking hadn’t ceased.

“Come in,” He yelled, hoping that the person on the other side of the door could taste the spite from his voice alone. 

Suddenly pastel hair came into focus, and Andrew was up. 

Two.

Nights spent in Columbia resulted in mornings with slow starts and lazy touches. Andrew was the first to wake, not as uncommon anymore considering Neil always seemed to sleep a little deeper when in Andrew’s arms (a fact that decidedly did not send a pang through his chest). 

Sunlight filtered through open blinds, and Andrew took in the scene before him. Of course he would never forget how Neil looked with a halo of fire around his head and his long eyelashes fanning his cheeks, but regardless Andrew drank in the sight like a dying man. 

Minutes, or maybe days, passed and he watched as Neil’s eyes fluttered open, confusing clouding those blue eyes before panic seized him. The redhead’s hand shot under his pillow, and like every time before, Neil was met with Andrew’s firm arm underneath. 

Andrew waited, patiently as always, waiting for his junkie to find his way home. It didn’t take as long as it would have just a few months prior. Neil met Andrew’s gaze, and suddenly his face softened, mouth curling into a lazy and perhaps unintentional smile. 

His lips tugged into a frown. “187%,” Andrew decided, and Neil flopped back down into the bed with a laugh. 

The rest of the morning was spent memorizing every curve and edge of Neil’s body until he let go.

Three.

Coming home was the only thing Andrew looked forward to during holidays (that and Neil’s slutty brownies, but that was an add on to coming home). 

Technically speaking, Andrew had his own apartment, more conveniently located near his Exy team’s court. An unfortunate consequence of playing on opposing teams was that Andrew and Neil often spent time on opposite sides of the country. 

However, the impossibly neat apartment with a barely used kitchen wasn’t where Andrew’s home was. Home was unlocking the modest apartment and seeing the wreck that was Neil. A jacket thrown precariously over the couch, a cat sitting on top while the other greeted him at the door. and after his sessions with Bee he could finally admit that. Maybe not out loud, but certainly to himself.

Usually, King or Sir would be followed quickly by Neil himself, however not tonight. Thankfully, not tonight. It was far past midnight, and instead of encouraging his children’s screams, Andrew nudged and shushed them as he carefully toed off his shoes and hung up his coat. 

Making his way to their shared bedroom was muscle memory, even in the dark it was effortless. 

The room was dark, however Andrew could make out Neil’s curled up form on the left side of the mattress. Andrew debated going through the effort of brushing his teeth and decided against it. Careful not to make too much noise, Andrew opened their dresser and found a shirt that could only be his (black, too stretched out on the shoulders to be Neil’s) and sweatpants that were probably Neil’s (“#10”). 

He made the mistake of lying down immediately instead of easing his weight onto the mattress.

The light flashed on in time for Andrew to see Neil reaching for a gun and not finding anything. Neil looked up in fear before relaxing as blue eyes met hazel. His breathing didn’t slow and Andrew wrapped his hand around the back of Neil’s neck, pushing his head between his legs. “Breathe,” Andrew said, like it was all so simple. 

And it was, eventually. It took no longer than a minute for Neil to relax thankfully, and Andrew let go. 

Neil turned to see Andrew, hand reaching out for Andrew’s own. “Yes or no?”

Andrew thought about it, before taking Neil’s hand in his own. “Just this.” Neil seemed content with that answer and settled back into bed. Andrew took the liberty of leaning over and turning off the light. 

He stayed awake, listening to Neil’s breathing. It had been about two months since he had last had the other so close to him, and even after five years of this, Andrew would never figure out how he got to keep this.

When Neil’s breaths matched his own, it didn’t take Andrew long to fall asleep peacefully. 

Plus One.

January 19th. Every year for ten years consistently, it had been a difficult date. For Neil, but also for Andrew. Seeing Neil in pain hadn’t gotten easier over the decade, in fact it seemed to be worse, especially with a ring adorning his finger. Especially when Andrew couldn’t kill the people who had hurt Neil, considering they were already dead.

Andrew woke up early, not from nightmares but from King deciding that sleeping at the foot of the bed wasn’t enough and that he just had to lay down above Andrew’s head. Usually, he would have moved the cat away, but Andrew didn’t want to risk waking Neil just yet. No, he took in the view of his husband sleeping soundly before him, a marvel that never had and never will lose its appeal. 

It didn’t take long for Neil to wake up, to Andrew’s slight disappointment. Unlike other times, however, Neil didn’t didn’t immediately reach for a weapon. 

No, he didn’t. He reached an arm out blindly, muttering a soft and drowsy “Drew”, before finding Andrew’s hand and squeezing it tightly. With it, his heart.

Andrew froze. A rush of emotion passed through him, lingering painfully around his chest, refusing to dissipate. “Neil, yes or no?”

Neil opened one eye, before nodding. “Yes.”

Andrew didn’t hesitate to gather Neil in his arms, resting his chin on top of Neil’s head and pressing a gentle kiss against the other’s head. He held Neil tight, and by God he would never let go.

[kjones-fandom]

I do think that Neil and Aaron would eventually get along but imagine if maybe a decade or so after the king's men Neil and Aaron get into a fight. It doesn’t matter what about but Neil runs his mouth and Aaron decks him. It doesn’t hurt that much and he doesn’t actually want to hurt Neil he was just so angry. I think Andrew wouldn’t react that much in the moment. He would assess the damage and Neil’s fine but Aaron’s busted his knuckles. So he wraps Aaron’s hand for him and doesn’t say anything for the longest time. No one knows what he’s thinking but the rest of the foxes are there (think like a reunion) and everyone kind of moves on.

Later that night while Aaron is icing his hand Andrew enters the room. Neil and Aaron already would have made up by this point. They aren’t necessarily friends but they don’t dislike each other anymore. Andrew would be silent as he had been earlier and would stare at Aaron’s hand. Aaron opens his mouth to say something- maybe to apologize or maybe to defend himself. But Andrew gets there first, he doesn’t raise his voice or become violent. Instead, he makes eye contact with Aaron and says “ This isn’t college anymore. If you ever lay a hand on my husband again I will kill you.” His voice isn’t apathetic but it isn’t very emotional.

He doesn’t break eye contact and his voice is steady and Aaron knows he’s telling the truth. Aaron doesn’t look away even after hearing the threat. He just nods his head “ I know”. And he does know because the twins are not the same men they were in college. Andrew doesn’t threaten Katelyn or speak badly about her. The twins do grow up and I think Andrew would respect and even consider Katelyn his sister-in-law first and his brother's wife second. No, this isn’t Andrew and Aaron losing their relationship or having a falling out. They’ve grown and matured and Aaron would be more pissed if Andrew stayed silent the whole time. Because he knows he would have done the same if Andrew had laid a hand on Katelyn.

TLDR: Andrew and Aaron grow after college. They respect each other's partners. Hell, they even like the other significant other. Because Andrew and Aaron love each other and after years of therapy and peace they come to terms with the fact that Katelyn and Neil are both there to stay.

Edit: Also, I am not calling Neil weak or saying he needs protection. He can absolutely defend himself but he shouldn’t have to with family. I love Aaron and Neil’s friendship and the fight doesn’t affect their relationship.

[myfavoritesstuff]

Hi, How are you doin?

May I request a fluffy cuddle scenario/oneshot with Andrew where they're talking before drifting off cause both of them have a bit trouble sleeping? Hmm.. and maybe a little nsfw at the end? Thank you!

“Yes, We Really Do”

Pairing: Andrew Graves x Reader

Prompt: Falling asleep isn’t always easy, but don’t worry, Andrew is there to help.

Note: This does have smut! Ooc Andrew (a bit). This is kind of short but I probably will rewrite it later and make it longer. NOT PROOFREAD

The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm light over the figures nestled under the covers. Andrew Graves, with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, lay on his side facing you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Can't sleep?" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet of the night.

You shook your head, the day's worries still buzzing like distant bees in your mind. "It's one of those nights," you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion without the sweet release of sleep.

Andrew reached out, his hand finding yours under the sheets, fingers intertwining with a comforting familiarity. "Let's talk about something nice then," he suggested, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

You thought for a moment, the presence of Andrew beside you already easing the tension in your shoulders. "Remember the day we spent at the beach last summer?" you started, a fond memory surfacing amidst the sea of thoughts.

A soft chuckle escaped Andrew's lips. "How could I forget? You were determined to build the biggest sandcastle the shore had ever seen."

"And you were determined to help, even though it kept collapsing," you added, the memory bringing a smile to your face.

The conversation flowed easily, each word a stitch in the fabric of your shared comfort. As the conversation fades into comfortable silence, you lean your head against Andrew’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. His fingers start to trace gentle patterns along your back, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his embrace.

After a few seconds of listening to his heartbeat, you look up. Andrew’s eyes sparkle with love and adoration as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. And another. You giggled a bit as he kept lightly kissing you, moving from your lips to all over your face.

The more he kissed you, the more intense the kisses became. Each one lasted longer than the previous one, and each one had a bit more passion to them. His breathing soon became strained, as he whispered to you.

“I know something that would help us sleep”

You immediately knew what he was referring to and became flushed but you didn’t pull away.

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Your walls clenched, as you felt him grinding against you. Slick coaxed your entrance and you felt yourself start to lose focus on what was happening. He seemed to notice and called out to you.

“Hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” You nodded just as he slipped into you. His thrusts had your breath hitching while he groaned in pleasure. You tried raising your hips, only to have one of his hands push your hips back down. “Let me do all the work tonight. You deserve it.”

He then leaned down and placed wet kisses against your chest and collarbone causing you to shiver. His kisses soon traveled upward, and he ended up placing a few along your jawline.

His thrusts soon became more frequent, each one having both of you grow closer to the end. Exhaling in short breaths, you wrapped your legs around Andrew’s waist pulling him even closer to you.

Your vision then became blurred as you felt yourself release, crying out when Andrew’s thrusts didn’t stop. “You feel so good” Andrew’s voice cut through the air, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

“Andrew” you called out his name, looking directly into his eyes, “make me yours.”

With that he let out his own sound, one that was as sinful as it was beautiful. He then pulled out leaving you to flinch at the feeling.

Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a pleasant sigh as he pulled you in.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked, voice gentle.

“I’m good, I’m happy that I got to spend tonight with you like this.”

“Me too… me too.”

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“Ugh! Andy! Y/n! Why did you guys have to next to my room?!” Ashley called out in frustration. You were standing next to Andrew as he tried to explain.

“Y/n had trouble falling asleep and besides where did you expect us to do it? Out in the living room?” As the two bickered back and forth, you giggled at them, causing them to look your way. Andrew’s eyes softened and he smiled as he turned to give you a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ashley just groaned and looked away in disgust.

“You really love each other, don't you?” The two of you looked at each other and smiled.

“Yes we really do.”

[lookingformoondrop]

Hi!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader

TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;

♡ Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ ♡

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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.

At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.

It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.

It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.

You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.

You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.

The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.

At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.

You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.

After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...

When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.

Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.

Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...

Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.

You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.

You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.

Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).

And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.

It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.

" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "

At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.

You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.

These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.

When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.

So your life would become peaceful again.

You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,

And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...

because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?

...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?

The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?

Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.

"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.

"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.

"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.

"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.

He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.

You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Andrew, we need to talk about something."

"Yeah...?"

"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."

Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."

You bit your lip and finally looked up.

But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.

You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.

"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"

"No."

You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.

"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.

You stood up,

"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"

Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.

"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."

Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.

But you shook your head.

"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."

Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.

"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "

Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,

Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."

Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,

"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"

Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.

When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.

This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.

"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"

"Enough."

You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.

You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.

"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."

You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"

His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.

"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"

Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.

"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."

Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.

Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.

"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."

Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.

You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.

Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.

Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.

He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.

You said, no.

All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.

When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.

"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."

Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.

Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.

Further away from the light, further away from freedom.

You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.

"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."

Thank you for the ask! <3

[palmettoshenanigans]

It's a lil ooc considering Neil isn't insecure about his scars so much as he just doesn't want the attention, but I really want a fic where Neil never joined the Foxes but still had his shit rocked so he has his post TKM scarring, and he still ends up at PSU

and so he covers up his scarring as best he can, covers up most of his physical person really- mask, beanie, long sleeved hoodies. He stops wearing contacts cus Daddy & Co. are dead- thanks Uncle Stuart- but that's it. Just blue eyes and fabric.

He works part time somewhere or another on campus. Makes amiable enough rapport with his co-workers. Co-workers are aware of his Exy obsession. He's cool on Day but he really gets fired up about "the best goalie in collegiate Exy" and co-workers tease him about his "crush"

(Neil is Confusion - he's talking about Exy, when did he say anything about Emotions?)

Foxes post up at the job - I guess it's a restaurant? Idk idc - and co-workers realize Who's Who. They try a roundabout method of teasing Andrew by talking about Neil's "crush"

"So this is the guy!"

It goes on for a little bit. Andrew is reaching for a knife. Foxes try to defuse (except Nicky and Allison, who are trying to escalate- there's gossip to fish for after all)

Enter Smartass Smart Mouth Shit Starter Neil Abram Josten stage left. Dunno what he does or says but yall know him, man that he is. Andrew is intrigued despite himself.

Andrew keeps coming back. They trade cigarettes and insults and obscenities and observations until there's enough truth and trust exchanged between them that Neil removes his mask and beanie one day.

Outwardly Andrew probably just takes a drag of his cigarette. Inwardly he's having his Gay Panic.

Yadda yadda time goes on yadda yadda they start to flirt (Andrew on purpose, Neil by accident, you know, like canon) yadda yadda an exploration in growing closer through the gradual exposure of skin in safe company knowing Show and Tell doesn't equal Invitation but eventually fingers are allowed to trace paths eyes have already memorized-

Andreil becomes canon. Andrew burns Neil's masks. Gifts him arm bands instead.

(He lets Neil keep the beanies. His hair is extra fluffy when he takes em off. Soft between his fingers, gentle on his palms-)

Basically I want Andrew falling for Neil via Words Only before he realizes Neil is also Hot.

[executive-leader-of-ccrp]

Serve? Hah! I’m not planning to serve the entity I seek.

We will be equals when I have some of its power. You’re the one who’s a servant to some… big… monster.

[The silhouette of a man appears in the shadows of Kilgore's doorway.]

Hey there, friendo.

[Kilgore is immediately trying to scan the doorframe, standing up from where he was sitting. His door had previously been locked, but once he realized who it was standing there it made a lot of sense they got in.]

… you. What are you doing here?

[He didn’t grab his gun, he realistically wouldn’t need it. He always tended to assume a situation would lead to violence, but there wasn’t any evidence of that here yet.]

[feelingthedisaster]

im pretty sure its canon neil picks up photography on his last year at psu, so here are some of my hcs about it

nikon guy. dont ask why, but i know better than i know myself that he is a nikon guy

hates mirrorless cameras. reflex all the way

doesnt edit his photos

he would get to the most dangerous/risky/absurd spots to take the perfect shot

his favourite angle is the dutch angle. like, 95% of his photos are taken from a dutch angle

the 5% that it isnt are simmetrical pictures

okay, just picture out this one for me. neil taking a picture of andrew from the backseat (especifically the middle seat, a little to the right/shotgun side), dutch angle like 15° up to the left (or down to the right), andrew on the driver's seat with usual bored expression but with an eyebrow up driving but taking a moment to look at neil/the camera

if we are getting period accurate (like 2010/2011 when he starts) and following the nikon guy hc, i think he would have a D3100 (released in 2010 august, 500gr, 12×9×7 cm, more info here)

he cares about his camera the same way andrew cares about his car

gets really attached to his first camera (who doesnt?), he only replaces it when it broke after years of use

refuses to buy lenses and stuff for years bc it "isn't nessesary" until one day he complains in the passing he'd like to zoom in more but he already zoom the max possible with the normal lense, so the next day andrew appears with a new lense and leaves it in the counter for him. it spirals from there

the only camera paraphernalia he never and completely refuses to get is a tripod. neil josten hates tripods spread the word

only takes pictures, never videos, not even with his phone.

this one is maybe a little bit ooc, but at some point he makes a private insta account, no profile picture, no bio, no followers, not even the foxes, username is probably 12345, it just a little gallery for him to put his favourite photos. he only uses it to upload when he likes one or to look at the old pictures

prefers lighter cameras. over 1kg? thats a no

at first he was a little bit shy so he didnt went out with the camera much (also, he was somewhat afraid something would happen to it), but after a while he just takes it everywhere with him

+when he has away games and the team is not going back inmediatly to homecity, he dissapears for an hour or two to walk around the new city taking pictures

he uses having a camera to avoid social interaction. majority of people when they see you with a camera in public/in an event will leave you alone bc they think you are busy, and he definitely uses that on his favour. on the other side, there is a section of people who will see you with a camera and start bothering a lot about it. when that happens, he just lifts the camera a little bit and goes "sorry, kinda busy right now"

carries the camera like its a messanger bag

[deansapplepie]

Marchweres Day 4 - 5

Prompt: Cursed, Finding out

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: non-sexual nudity, werewolf shifting, mentions of being sick, bruises and cuts, probably ooc Remus lil angsty but ends fluff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I’m only writing for Daryl Dixon since last year, but there are ages that I have an idea about Remus and Sirius’ sister, but the idea is not this story I’m publishing now, but maybe they can be in the same world and that can be just the start. Remus is 20 in this one, therefore that’s why I’m using Andrew Garfield to represent him. I hope in the future I can bring “old” Remus here.

Not proof read.

It was dark times, the dark lord and his followers were unstoppable, killing and torturing muggle born and half-blood wizards and witches. You were part of the Order of The Phoenix and very often you’d need to reunite with all the others to talk about the next plans or missions.

The last thing your older brother wanted was for you to be involved in this, but both of you were already deep on it, being children of pure blood wizards that agreed to everything the dark lord was doing… Gods, you even had cousins that were death eaters. Being a Black wasn’t easy, specially when you were everything your family despised. At least you could stay at home, opposite as Sirius that was kicked out by your parents. There were still Regulus, but he was one of them… or at least you thought.

You pretended to not be involved in any of this, that you were in neither sides. You tried to be discreet so yours parents wouldn’t suspect. You were 18, had just gotten out of Hogwarts a year ago, your brother and his friends being 2 years older than you, the last years in Hogwarts were a little bit tedious to be honest. They were also your friends, and you missed their chaos all around the school, but now you could see them more often… specially because of the order pf the phoenix meetings.

Speaking of it… you noticed that he wasn’t in the last reunion. Remus wasn’t there, and by what you knew he wasn’t sent in any mission. You even asked Dumbledorre just to be sure, and he answered you with a smile and a mischief in his features that he didn’t. As soon as you got home you sent Remus an owl, asking if he would be home, you’d pay him a visit. The truth was, you had a crush on him, since you were 11 and as you got older is just became bigger and bigger, besides being one of your dearest friends, he always refused your investments and you never really understood. Of course he went out with other girls, but he never dated any of them, he looked you with so much tenderness that you thought it was impossible he didn’t like you back like you wished. But he didn’t. Remus looked at the world like this, he was someone so smart and good, and it was clear he struggled with something, but even like this he always looked at the world with love.

Some hours later you received an answer from him, a simple answer.

‘Don’t come, I’m sick.’

Did he really believe it would stop you from going to see him? Now, you NEEDED to see him. Why being all by himself, if he could have someone taking care of him? You changed your clothes, found some chocolate you had stored in your room and then apparated to his small cottage in the middle of the woods. His reclusion was too much sometimes, but that was your opinion and if he was happy like this, what were you supposed to do.

You walked to the front door and knocked on it. It was taking a while for him to open it and you were almost entering the house to see if he was good.

“What are you doing here?” You got startled by the angry voice that was normally so calm and contained.

“You said you are sick. I came to check on you.” You held the bag with chocolates firmly in your hands.

“I told you to not come…” he said greeted teeth.

The sky was getting darker and darker, soon the moon and the stars would appear.

“You shouldn’t be alone when you’re sick.”

“You shouldn’t be…” He started to say, but was cut by a wince of pain.

“Rem… what are you feeling? How can I help?” You touched his arms in comfort for his pain.

Another grunt of pain, he nearly snarled and stepped in your direction making you walk backwards. He put his hand in the door behind you. The moon was now high in the sky, a beautiful full moon, it would have been nice to appreciate it with him if he wasn’t feeling bad.

“Rem…”

“You shouldn’t have come!” He looked in your eyes , a hint of insanity on it… his face, it looked different. His nose seemed more pronounced than the normal, his ears more pointer… “Leave.”

“Rem, I don’t… understand.” You were scared, what was happening. If you didn’t know any better…

“LEAVE!” You were static, you had never seen him this aggressive. He wasn’t like that.

He pushed himself away from you, going to the middle of the patio. You couldn’t move as you watched him curve himself in pain as his body changed.

“Go! Go inside!” You didn’t move, you couldn’t as you watched your friend turning into a werewolf.

When the change finished and he howled at the moon, was the moment you woke up from your trance. You turned around and opened the door getting in. You locked the door behind you and observed as he disappeared into the woods.

You didn’t notice when you fell asleep… you kept sat by the window observing the darkness worried about him. You glanced at the sky a few times observing the moon and the stars, and at some point you fell asleep.

You woke listening to soft knocks on the door. You opened your eyes, the morning light blinding you. When you looked around you and noticed you were not home, you came back to your senses. ‘Remus’, you thought.

You ran to the door, opening it as quickly as you could. When you opened you were faced with an exhausted naked Remus, he had some cuts on his skin and you couldn’t care less the man you loved was naked in front of you, your priority was to take care of him. The look on his hazel and eyes were heartbreaking, you tried to get to him and help him inside, but he entered without your help avoiding contact with you.

Before you could say anything to him, he started to talk. “Are you happy now that you know my secret? You couldn’t stay away when I told you to. Now you know I’m a monster! Someone cursed with lycanthropy, a danger to everyone around.”

“Remus… you’re not a monster.” You said, taking a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around him. “You’re just Remus. This isn’t something you choose because you’re evil, I don’t know the story, I just found out, but I know it was probably an accident.”

“Aren’t you disgusted? Aren’t you afraid of me? I could hurt you.” He observed while he studied your face. Now that man speaking sounded more like your Remus, he wasn’t angry anymore, at least not as much as he was before. He seemed relieved, calm… sorta worried, but just Remus.

“I would never have any of these negative feelings towards you. I know you since I was eleven, we’ve known each other for years. I know you aren’t evil. You’d never hurt me, till the last minute you were trying to tell me to go to safety.” You got closer to him, your hands cupped his face while you saw all the bruises and cuts he had. You ran your fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes at such tenderness. “Do the boys know?”

“Yes.” He confirmed and opened his eyes. “Don’t fight them, I asked them to not tell you.”

“You shouldn’t. If I knew, I could have been preparing Wolfsbane potions for you. It would be a little better for you of you could keep your human mind when you changed. You know I’m good at it, I can do it.”

“I’m sorry, I was afraid you’d be scared of me and wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” He trembled a little effect of his shifting and the long night he had.

You directed him to the sofa and made him sit. “I’d never not like you or be scared of you.” You stood in front of him and caressed his cheek. “Take some rest, I’m going to make something for you to eat. If you eat everything, I may give you the chocolate I brought for you.” You smiled at him and curved to give him a kiss on his face. His heart skipped a beat, he had had a crush on you for ages, but even with your brother telling him he should make a move and date you, he’d never put you on that risk, not even now that you knew everything. For him, having your sweet friendship was already enough…

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[combat-pokemedic]

Hey there Rotomblr!

// OOC DISCLAIMER: This is a Pokémon are real blog, my setting contains the Pokemon universe and all of it's canon, as well as all real-world flora placed around the world depending on each regions inspiration and biomes. In my setting each region functions as it's own sovereign country, containing an economy, government, military, etc. My character grew up in a Unova, the pokemon equivalent of the US, his hometown is in a place similar to the Sierra Nevada of western America. If you have questions feel free to send an ask or DM!

My name is Andrew but feel free to call me Andy. I've been on mostly other social media but finally gave in and joined Rotomblr. So here's my introduction!

He/Him

Achillean

Born and raised mountainous rural Unovan but I have family in Apertia City.

Currently a Combat Medic for the Unovan Army

I handle four Pokémon, each registered as military use Pokémon

I have a wonderful boyfriend named Ryder who is a vet

Ask me about pokemon ecology I'm obsessed

Here's my current team!

Percival the Umbreon - Caught as a wild Eevee in my Junior year of high school. Found him as a pup in some forests 'round my home, I think he was abandoned due to being a shiny. He's bold and reckless but I love him. Vincent the Lycanroc - Caught as a stray Rockruff during basic training. My ds said I wasn't allowed to keep him but the little guy followed me everywhere so I got to send him home until I finished training. He's probably my friendliest pokemon and will not hesitate to knock someone over for pets. Lucille the Audino - Was gifted her by my highschool buddy's mom who works at the towns Pokémon Center before I left for basic. She told me shiny Audino's are lucky and that I'd need a lot of luck out there. Lucy is the sweetest little lady ever and keeps the boys in check. Sterling the Talonflame - A friend of mine found him as a Fletchling while on deployment but ended up giving him to me since she had no time or space for a Pokémon. He's quite but don't let that fool you, he's almost always plotting some chaos.

Occasionally I might post about pokemon at my boyfriend's veterinary clinic so stick around to see tons of cute pokemon.

That's all for now! Seeya!!!

[alexis-fontenay]

OOC Ask Thursday! You should put your characters through this and see what you get :D

https://perchance.org/character-headcanon-generator-by-outergirlsound

// Alright I had way too much fun with this so here's three for each of them, and how accurate they are XD

Alexis:

HE ISSSSSS

I think he'd have a panic attack if he put something dirty in his mouth tbh ;-;

True! *nervous laughter*.... I may have traumatized him just a little...

Andrew:

If he knew about A03, I wouldn't doubt it

Hmmmm, I can't decide if he would or wouldn't XD

Andrew is probably my least emotionally constipated OC ever lmao, so he'll probably ask for a hug if he needs one XD

Emeryk:

OMFG absolutely. Little fellow has a oral fixation, anything will go in his mouth

...Probably so tbh

Well, he did almost drown one time, so that would make sense

[theoddshq]

PETER LOPEZ (alberto rosende fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: Sierra/32/she/they/cst Triggers: [REDACTED] If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? Pete is an interesting blend of Peeta (devotion and loyalty) and Finnick (charm, a bit of sass, rizz out the wazoo)

basics

ALBERTO ROSENDE, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes PETER LOPEZ, a DISTRICT 10 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re LOYAL AND HARDWORKING but can also be BITTER AND SELF-DEPRECATING. According to sources, they’re 24 and were once described as late night diaper changes, untamable curls over broken glasses, oversized sweaters, forgetting words in english, and always eating a little less. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

Peter Andrew Lopez, the eldest of three, the big brother, the protector, the hard worker. He was born a year before his siblings, twins, and they were a close knit little family. Of course, that was all until the night, the worst night, the night that no one talks about anymore. Peter was six, Marisol and Adair soon to be five, and the screaming started well after the sun had set and everyone was supposed to be settled into bed. Loud, angry voices, banging cabinets, the sound of glass shattering. Peter was too scared to move out of his spot, curled up in his little makeshift cot on the floor, but he heard his siblings shuffling around and knew he had to do something. “Stay here.” His voice had been so soft when he’d whispered those words, and then he’d slipped from the window, falling what felt like the longest stretch to the ground, hurting his little leg on impact, but still standing and brushing himself off and running all the way to the one person he knew who could solve any problem. Abuela.

It wasn’t until he was much older that he found out the story of what had happened that night, the worst night. Perhaps it had been a kindness on Abuela’s part not to speak it aloud until he was much older, but it also left a large gap in his childhood after that. Abuela had moved into their home that night, and Peter had never seen his dad again. An angry old drunk, probably drinking himself to death somewhere else in 10. Peter never really gave him a second thought, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer questions his brother and sister raised to him. He always told them that it didn’t matter, that Abuela was there to take care of them. That seemed like a good enough answer to him.

Peter never was the smartest kid in 10, but he had a few practical skills that couldn’t be matched. He was amazing at taking care of children, having helped with his own siblings since he was young. He was great with the livestock. Reading was hard, because he grew up in a house where that simply wasn’t something anyone cared about, but his Abuela taught him, even if it was hard, mixing the two languages they spoke in their home so often that he would constantly forget certain words even as he looked at them on the page in front of him. He gave up on school when he was only 14, deciding that he would much rather work, help his family in the best way that he could. Education was something he wanted for his siblings, not for himself. He had become the man of the house, it was his job to take care of everyone, Marisol and Adair and Abuela, especially as they all got older and Abuela got a little more frail than she had once been.

He worked every day up until this years reaping, having stashed away a little bit of money, and though he had no idea why he’d done it, he could say that it had certainly come in handy when his name had been pulled for the reaping. His family would have that little bit of money to live on. They would have that stash for a rainy day, something to keep close to the vest. He couldn’t bring himself to cry as he waited for the goodbyes that his family offered him before being shuttled off on the train. He felt too sick. He would try his best, of course, but what could a boy who was good with cows and pigs really hope for in the games he’d watched every year? He wasn’t sure he would ever be a winner.

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stats

Deceive 1 Fight 3 Lore (knowledge) 2 Notice 2 Physique 3 Provoke 2 Rapport 2 Resourcefulness 2 Stealth 1 Will 2

[cucco-haha]

Heya, Jade here, runner of the Paradox Research Team blog and part of The Nest Writing Team. I'm here to let you know that things... are gonna dial back a bit. yeah, we didn't want to do this, either, but Matthew and Pierce got a bit hasty (Matthew's words, not mine), and we just wanted to let you know that while asks in our storylines won't be slowing down *too* significantly, the big drops and drama *will* be cut down significantly as we come closer to the end of the storyline (which is closer than we calculated, unfortunately. oops -Matthew). We respect your dedication and cooperation with this stoyline, but I'm sure you understand the circumstances here. Also, we decided it would be ultimately better to inform your actual blog rather than flooding URS's inbox with ooc shit that Nori can't reasonably respond to. (Jade suggested it, I made the final decision -Matthew) [He's in charge of the Andrew storyline and I assist, it just made sense to leave it to him -Pierce] If you want things to keep going as is, that's great! We're more than fine to keep things like they are if you wish, but otherwise we're going with Option A. Sorry for the inconvenience, but we thought it was important you knew how we felt. P.S: Even if things are coming to a close faster than we expected, we just wanted to let you know that we really appreciate your cooperation and dedication to this, truly. This has been one of the most fun experiences we've had, even if it was shorter than expected. From all the team, thank you. -Benjamin Ryder, Head of the Team

First of all, it’s definitely been fun to write with you guys so far! I’ve always like collaborative storytelling and it’s been super cool to be a part of what you’ve created (although Nori probably wouldn’t agree with that much). As for the pacing, that’s definitely for the best. Not because I think it’s bad it’s just that life has decided to give me All The Work so I’d be getting a little behind anyways (speaking of that I’m working on the two latest ones just might be a bit) so it all works out.

but yeah thank you :)

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats to Jay on your application of Danny Andrews! Please send us his blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Jay Preferred pronoun: she/her Age (Must be 20+): super old Timezone/Country: EST RP Experience: i’ve never seen an RP in my life Activity Level: 6.5/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Danny Andrews Designation: Dom Age: 22 Birthdate: June 17, 2000 Faceclaim: KJ Apa Orientation: Pansexual Kinks: Orgasm denial, genital torture, public play, spanking, Daddy kink, body worship, dacryphilia, slut play, wax play, brat taming, chastity Anti-Kinks: scat, blood, age play, CNC

 Key Points: - spent most of his life being seen as a dumb jock

Relies on his looks and charm to get what he wants

Has never really faced the way his father’s death affected him

Fiercely possessive

BIO: 

Danny couldn’t remember a time in his life where he wasn’t doted on. Sure, his family was middle class, they weren’t rich. He wasn’t spoiled by any means. But between his dad and his brother, Danny never lacked for praise. Getting into sports when he was in elementary school only allowed for more. Team sports proved to be exactly what Danny needed to excel, the structure of it pushing the young man to do better in every aspect of his life - in school, taking care of his family, his own personal training. Football, wrestling and lacrosse kept him busy but he always had time to hit the gym on his own or spend time with his family. The grounding effect of the Andrews clan kept him from becoming overly cocky but he couldn’t lie - confidence was never something he lacked for.

Graduation saw Danny staying home and taking classes at the nearby community college to get the essentials out of the way. Spending plenty of time with athletic trainers had inspired Danny to pursue sports medicine, and the classes were definitely out of his price range, but between working for his dad’s company and the few scholarships he could apply for, he thought maybe in a year or two, he might be able to make it into University of Michigan to go after the life he wanted. And then - everything fell apart.

Fred’s death devastated Danny, but with everything that needed to be done, he couldn’t let himself feel what he needed to. He had to keep the family business alive. He had to make sure Noah was taken care of. The house, the bills, insurance… Danny wasn’t lacking for smarts, despite years of playing the dumb jock, but it all piled up and got overwhelming even for him. Noah’s disappearance only added to the stress and lingering grief under the surface. His dream of pursuing sports medicine seemed further and further out of reach, but he worked to save every penny he could, hoping that maybe he could manage somewhere smaller after he found a claim.

Noah coming back into his life changed everything. Once his brother was set at Stonewall, Danny got everything in order for the business and the house before following himself. He had hoped to get his degree before a claim, but with life getting in the way and time ticking away, he thought maybe he ought to get a collar on a submissive or two before trying his hand at college full time. And hey, from what he’d seen - the view wouldn’t be too bad while he was looking for his claims.

 BIO QUESTIONS:

 What are your feelings about the mark you have received? 

It makes sense. I was never the type to lie back and take it - I’d rather be the one giving. Great power, great responsibility and all that, right? Responsibility isn’t something I’m a stranger to.

 How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it?

 Similar, I guess. Dad never talked much about it but he never said anything bad about the system. I think I’m a little less sold on it though, after what happened to my brother.

 Where do you see yourself after you graduate?  

In a claim with multiple subs, probably thinking about kids. Oh, and finishing my sports medicine degree.

 How do you feel about authority? 

As long as it’s not being abused, I’m not against it. Someone has to be in charge or anarchy will reign.

[taylorshope]

This is old and I should update it but here's a dumb thing I made

[golden-web]

(Ooc: sorry this is all confusing but we’re going Dr. Simmons POV now so bare with me)

I look at the screen showing Finley’s brain data. They’re asleep now, thankfully they accepted some sedatives tonight to rest. I rub my eyes and plop my head on the table.

“Hey jemma,” Fitz says as he walks into the lab. “I brought you a sand which. Well us sandwiches.” He sits down next to me. “Have you called their dad?”

“No, I probably should.” I stand up and reach for my phone. I scroll through till his number pops up. Before the phone can even ring once Mr. Fitzgerald picks up.

“How are they?” He asks shakily.

“They’re asleep right now. We… we’re not really sure what happened yet. We are having Mr. Barnes come in tomorrow to see if anything is happening in his brain.”

“He said that, do you think it’s something to do with hydra?” He says.

“We don’t really know. We have called Shuri cron Wakanda who helped both of them and she has been looking over the little we know. We hope note. Your child is safe right now though. How are you sir?”

“I’m okay,” his words say that but his voice says everything. “Bucky went back to his apartment but came back saying neither of us should be alone.”

“How is Mr. Barnes?”

“Oh, his arm is okay, and the… the cuts weren’t bad.” He seems to choke slightly at this. “I’ve never seen her do anything like that.

“Is that Mr. Fitzgerald?” Dr. Garner asks as he sweeps into the lab. I nod quietly. “Can I have the phone?”

“Sir, I’m going to give the phone to Dr. Garner now, alright?” I hear a whimper on the other side and hand it to him. They seem to talk for a while as my and Fitz sit in silence eating our sandwiches. After a while Dr. Garner comes back over and hand me my phone.

“He’s such a good father.” Dr. Garner sighs and sits down.

“Why do think Finley isn’t a good kid?” I say a tad too harsh.

“Well no, it’s just—”

“I’m not trying to place blame Andrew, but it seems a bit like you and Finely don’t always get along. That you’ve done some things.” I’ve never been so short with him before. His lips purse into a line.

“Are you saying this is my fault?”

“Well no…” I shake my head. “I’m sorry sir, I’m tired. But you don’t always seem to be doing the best for them.” He sighs at this.

“I’ll be honest. I know how to help adult soldiers. Finleys a child who was forced to play soldier. There’s a lot of foreign territory. I’ve never dealt with teens.”

“Do you not like finely?” Fitz says through a full mouth.

“I’m quite found of them, really. I just wish I could help more. Most adults seem so much more willing of help than they do. It’s frustrating. They don’t always want to listen to authority.”

“That’s most teens,” I say. But I understand. Finley is difficult sometimes. “I’m sorry sir. We need to work together. Because regardless, somethings not right with them.”

[im-really-confused121]

Ok so i've decided put all of my A03 works in one post, for ease of access or if anyone is interested (yes this is a blatant plug)

The format will be: Name / Link Word count/content warnings Tags/ships Description Any thoughts or comments from me

Completed works (as of DEC 2021):

Call The Doctor (I May Need Help)

Part 1 of the Joshua Fucking Minyard series

Words: 23372 Chapters: 8/8

#Andrew Minyard/ Neil Josten #Kid fic #Aaron Minyard / Katelyn #Angst #Happy ending #Explict discription of abuse #Mental Health #found family

Aaron's been a doctor for over 5 years now, and every once in a while he gets a patient that reminds him of his past.

Aaron gets a new patient, and it hits a little too close to home

cue the Minyard family

A/N Probably my proudest work but also could do with some major editing

UPDATE: There are is now a Russian translation available (wtf!?!? i'm so honoured)

Table Talk

Part 2 of the Joshua Fucking Minyard series

Words: 2693 Chapters: 1/1

#Family dynamics #Found Family #Kid Fic #Homophobic and ignorant comments #fluffy

Andrew gives some surprisingly helpful advice

OR

Andrew parents hard

A/N short and sweet, honestly just hadn't moved on from Call the doctor (I may need help) so I wrote this

First Impressions

Part 3 of the Joshua fucking Minyard series

Words: 11346 Chapters: 3/3

#references to mental health issues #trans character #polyamorous relationships #shovel talk #sexual references #kidfic #found family #fluffy

Andrew and Neil have found themselves with three kids, one adopted and two honourary. Nevertheless, when it's time to meet their children's significant others... well no one would like to be in that position

A/N I'm just milking it at this point, and desperately needed to stop procrastinating work and move on - I still Iike it tho

Bees Bagels

Bagel Cafe Meet Cute

Words: 5315 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew/Neil #cafe meet #meet cute #Universeity / college au #genuinely very discriptive about bagels #oneshot #there is actually plot #shockingly

Andrew would arrive with a huff smelling of stale coffees and burnt bagels. He’d throw his bag on the ground in the middle of the walkway and in the way of everyone, he’d unwrap his bagel loudly, wrapper crinkling and crumbs dropping, and he’d smudge his chocolatey fingers all over everything he touched, leaving a trail all over Neil’s stuff, that leads right to the boy that seemed to make everything feel just a little bit better. ---- Neil's local bagel cafe with fresh hot bagels piled high on delicious overflowing fillings captures Neil's heart and stomach quickly. The Blond man behind the counter, who always knows his order, and helps Neil in a way no one else has before, captures his heart just as quickly.

A/N: honestly love this sweet summer child of a fic, short and sweet, but will also make you hungry ~I got so hungry writing this~ . Good bedtime story read, if i do so say myself

What it's like (dating Andrew)

Words: 2633 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew / Neil #neil vs reporter #established relationships #dialogue heavy #fluffy #very very very light angst #slightly ooc #swearing

Neil is happy, he won his game, and he gets to go home to his boyfriend. First, he's got to speak to a reporter.

In which Neil gets sick of the questions, goes off at a reporter and defends Andrew. Andrew isn't impressed (or so he says).

A/N this was the first AFTG fic I wrote, and honestly don't expect much from it, it's short but sweet

It's a farty party

Words: 2159 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew / Neil #fluff and humour #crack fic #slice of life #fart jokes #poo jokes #oneshot #bad jokes

Andrew refuses to accept he's lactose intolerant, but Neil's had enough of the farts ~ truly one of the most stupid fics I've ever written, but hopefully it makes you laugh.~

A/N this is a very stupid lighthearted and kinda gross fic, if you don't like fart or poo jokes this is truly not for you

Works in Progress (WIP) - as of AUG 2023

Interlaced

Words: 26K Chapters: 7/?

#Andrew / Neil #highschool au #mental health issues #explicit recreational use of drugs #andrew and Aaron adopted by Bee #Neil adopted by stuart #explicit sexual content #established relationship #twinyard dynamics #codependecy #more tags will be added

What happens when you only have one best friend and start dating him? your therapist gets concerned, and you have to make new friends.

Andrew and Neil are told to make widen their social circle (that consists of two, maybe three if you count Aaron), and as far as Andrew and Neil are concerned, they are not a fan of this idea, and would really rather not.

The Palmetto high school Exy team, however, are determined to prove otherwise (and maybe find some more team members along the way - but that’s not the point Kevin)

A/N my current WIP, I've been terrible with updating, but I SWEAR I will finish the story. Otherwise Its a high school au where they are already dating from the beginning, it has some pretty heavy content, but nothing worse than cannon.