#aftg wip wednesday

[halfpintpeach]

P.P.P.S.

Should any of my messages find you I pray it be this one for I wish for you to write that which most pleases you dear Pint. For I will love it.

With the utmost sincerity, - @jtl-fics

Prof Neil Prequel || WIP Wednesday 10/4/23 (closed)

Special little thing for you my sweet since you helped reignite the flame that is Professor Neil :))

September 16, 2008 (Tuesday)

Tuesday was probably Neil’s favorite day of the week. He only had two classes in the morning and both were lectures that he didn’t mind sitting in. After his lectures he always went to the small coffee shop that didn’t even serve good coffee, but it was cheap and it was routine. Routines helped and kept him focused. Besides, the coffee shop was the only one that hadn’t tried to demand proof of papers for his service dog. One would think that the prostetic leg would be proof enough but Neil clearly over estimated the mental capacity of most people. 

Armed with subpar coffee and a warm bagel, Neil made his way to the library. The main floor was a communal hub, no volume limits and plenty of chairs and couches for people to sit on. Tucked on the left side was an open room full of tables, the tutoring center. The woman behind the desk smiled as Neil walked up and wrote down his arrival in a notebook. Neil enjoyed tutoring oddly enough, he didn’t like the people persay, but he enjoyed the subjects and the feeling of someone understanding a difficult concept was hard to beat. 

[thornilee013]

Also Etienne because I wanna know more about Andrew's Emotional Support dog's friend.

prev | Etienne | WW 31.7.2024

One minute, Jean had been given at least a dozen plush toys for Etienne to play with, and the next he'd watched her place them all along the edges of her bed and lay on top of them. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, other than that she seemed to enjoy the toys. She simply didn't enjoy them like a typical dog would. 

It all started when he got a stuffed elephant from Camille and Amélie. Etienne had carried it everywhere with her for a month, including on walks, and was sure to show it off to everyone who went by.

“Where’s Albert?” Jean asked her, and without fail, Etienne dropped Albert the stuffed Elephant into his open palm. Time, and dog slobber, had not been kind to the poor elephant, and many parts of his motley body were the result of patchwork Jean had done to keep the elephant whole. 

MASTERPOST

BONUS: I commissioned @emry-stars-art for a glimpse into Jean's life with Etienne!

(THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, @emry-stars-art !!!!!!!!)

[bisexualchaosdemon]

At little "fixed it" for wip wednesday

[danka-in-art]

wip wednesday yipee

[jtl-fics]

Can I get some TBD please

10/9/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

Aaron grabs him by the shoulders and Andrew hates that his expression likely mirrors his brothers in this moment.

Desperation paints Aaron’s face.

“Yes you are! You were! You were happy - before!” Aaron insists, “You are meant to be happy because you were! You were so fucking happy before the accident Andrew. I didn’t understand it back then, I didn’t realize it but you were and I swear to God if you don’t give up you can be happy again.” his hands shake as they squeeze Andrew’s shoulders and there are tears falling from his brother’s face.

It always feels like the closest Andrew will ever get to being able to cry himself and the sight of Aaron crying always brings Andrew back from whatever ledge he had found himself staring down from.

“Aaron-”

“Josten’s a fucking liar and he’s stupid as hell because he definitely fucking likes you. Did he say that he doesn’t fucking like you? Actually say it?!” Aaron demands.

Andrew pauses.

“I’m sorry Andrew, I can’t accept your feelings.” it still hurts to even think about it but…

“He didn’t say that.” Andrew looks at his brother.

“What did he say?” Aaron demands.

“He said: ‘I’m sorry Andrew, I can’t accept your feelings.’ not that he doesn’t like me but-”

“Fucking Neil. Fuck him for real. This is why I can’t stand that guy, he’s such a constant pain in my fucking ass. I swear to God!” Aaron bitches mightily. “That asshole likes you Andrew, he likes you so much that he’s absolutely fucking stupid about it.” Andrew blinks, thrown off by his brother as his tears dry up from the heat of his anger. “You are going to be happy.” 

Andrew, for the life of him, feels threatened.

(End of Chapter 2)

[unfortunately-not-a-chip]

A little treat for wip Wednesday, this is from the same draft as last time if you remember!

Jean’s phone rang and he instinctively hissed and declined the call.

“Not now you imbecile.” Jean typed out fiercely.

“Why not?”

I’m not ready, I don’t want to do this, I’m scared you will see the hurt on my face.

Jean didn’t say any of that though, instead he swallowed his pride and called him back.

“Oh! We’re doing this now, okay,” Jeremy hustled over to Jean sitting next to him on the bed. Jean tried not to think too hard about the way the mattress dipped.

Ring… Jean takes a deep breath

Ring… Jeremy shifts next to him, if Jean was thinking anything other than dread he would think he was worried.

Ring… Goddammit Kevin just called him why isn’t he answering

Rin- Click.

Jean fumbled to prop up the phone on his bedside table, angling it to include both him and Jeremy in the frame. The other end of the call loads and-

Oh no. fuck no. Sitting next to Kevin Day, with a little too wide of a grin on his face, sits Neil Josten. Not that Jean minds Neil as a whole, he feels indebted to the man for more reasons than he can name. But Neil and Jeremy in the same call? At the same time as himself and Kevin? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Jean hopes the look on his face tells Neil to keep his mouth shut, and by the way his smile widens he can tell he got the message and is choosing to go against it.

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

inspired by tumblr user @dayurno 's raven jeremy scene titles here's a collection of some of my favorite chapter titles of the raven neil AU for today's wip Wednesday

[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

Im curious about the andreil competency kink wip :)

I hope this satisfies your curiosity!

WIP Wednesday 1/15/25 | Andreil 5+1 Competency Kink

Matt hears Andrew and Neil quietly speaking back and forth in quiet Russian in the locker room before he goes to shower. Their tones are subtly heated, almost sounding like they’re fighting. Matt pushes the thought aside, no need to get involved when they clearly don’t want anyone overhearing them. In the shower, Matt turns up the water as hot as he can stand it. The spray of hot water slowly loosens his sore muscles, washing his aches down the drain with the soap. By the time he finishes, there’s only one shower stall still occupied. When Matt exits the locker room he finds an annoyed trio waiting in the lounge with Dan. 

“Neil and Andrew taking a long time?” he asks.

Kevin doesn’t respond, just sighs loudly and crosses his arms. Aaron barely acknowledges him from where he’s sat presumably texting Katelyn on his phone. 

“They always take so long after a hard practice,” Nicky complains. “You’d think Neil worked us enough to want to go home as soon as possible, but no. He and Andrew always take forever.”

Matt’s starting to put two and two together now. The pair taking so long after practice, all the Russian in the locker room, the single occupied shower. He gets it. They’re fucking. Goddamn it. Allison was right.

[silbermilch]

Andreil smooches for wip Wednesday

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hiii, glad to hear you're feeling good to do wipw!

Since I now have three favorites I love equally, can I request whichever gets the least asks between Guardian Angel Neil, Arsonist Neil and Mafia Restaurant? If it's too annoying to count them back and forth just pick the one you want the most, or at random hehe :D I'll be happy with whichever but I just can't pick. See, this is me:

(idk if you've seen The Good Place but Chidi (the guy in the gif) is notoriously bad at making choices)

Anyways, have a good week!! <33

WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 271)

"Not who. What." Andrew clarifies, tracing the ruined skin with the pad of his thumb. After a moment, 10 lets out a tiny sigh and tilts his head slightly to gesture to the front of the car.

"One of those."

Andrew turns his head to look to the side and finds nothing but the dashboard. There's nothing in either cup holder, save for a couple handfuls of change. He's about to give up and ask again, when finally his gaze lands on the empty outlet under the radio. He chews the inside of his jaw in lieu of grimacing, then he realizes the scars on 10's hands match.

"Tell me something. Why does a man with so many burn scars play with fire?"

10 blinks slowly. "Why do you?"

"I put them out. There's a big difference."

"I'm talking about me." 10 says. "I'm nothing. A nobody. I’m somebody you should've turned in the moment you figured me out. So tell me Andrew, why are you playing with fire?"

"Because I am self-destructive, perhaps a bit stupid." Andrew thumbs 10's cheek again. "And I like the smell of smoke."

That makes 10’s eyes sparkle and he smiles. “I want to kiss you again.”

"I—" Andrew cuts himself off before he can admit too much. Because he wants. God, he wants. Much more than he's prepared for right now. After allowing himself one more stroke of 10's scarred cheek, he lets his hand drop to his lap.

NEIL

Neil immediately misses the warm weight of Andrew's hand against his cheek. He wants it back, that warmth and care. He's not used to it. He can't remember the last time he was given a kind touch. It must've been decades ago. He survived without it but now he's craving it more than he's ever craved nicotine.

"Andrew?"

Andrew looks from Neil to his now-empty hand and clears his throat. "You still owe me a muffin."

Neil glances at the cafe, then back at Andrew. "Okay."

It's easy to get out of the car and stroll into the Magnolia with Andrew right beside him. And, Neil thinks he'd buy the entire establishment (or perhaps burn it down) if it meant Andrew would touch him again. He doesn't voice this, because it's insane. But he follows Andrew into the cafe like a dog on a leash and pays for their food.

Neil orders himself a black coffee and the first sandwich on the menu, whatever it was— he has no idea. He barely glanced at the menu before turning his attention back to Andrew, who was staring up at the menu board as if it had personally offended him. Andrew ends up ordering a different sandwich— presumably one he actually wants— plus a huge mug of hot chocolate and a double chocolate muffin. The same kind Neil had bought him last time. The time he didn't stay.

When Andrew asks where Neil wants to sit, Neil pulls at the leash and takes them to the booth nearest the front windows. And they eat and drink and talk. And Neil is nervous again, which wouldn't be so bad if his nervousness weren't connected to his flight or fight instinct. His leg is bouncing a mile a minute underneath the table and he knows he's bumping Andrew's knee, because Andrew keeps glancing down under the table when it happens.

Finally, the thirtieth time Neil's knee knocks into Andrew's, Andrew stops mid-sentence and gets up from his seat. Neil almost gets up to follow him, no questions asked. Then Andrew is gesturing for him to scoot over. When Neil does, Andrew slides into the booth beside him and it should make him feel trapped. Boxed in. Something.

But it doesn't. It makes him feel safe with Andrew between him and everything else in the world. Eventually his leg stops bouncing and Neil is able to convince his nervous system he's not being hunted by a tiger. Or worse, his dead father. He settles into the booth beside Andrew and picks at his food while watching the way Andrew's eyes glow under the sunlight pouring through the window.

[problemduetest4life]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!!

The Golden Raven comes out in a month and I have ~3 WIPs that depend on the current canon. Ofc it would be no big deal to post them after TGR, but my #goal is to get them out before then! SO IM RECRUITING EVERYONE TO PLS HELP!

1. Kevjean Fic: Interview - The Remix! I've posted a segment here. Jean tries not to revert to his old self around Kevin when he visits for their joint interview while also fiercely protecting the life he's built for himself at USC. Putting Jean and Kevin in a jar and shaking it up, but adding Jeremy, Cat, and Laila too. Angsty, but a few shenanigans :)

2. Coach Rhemann Fic: (formerly known as Three) Coach Rhemann's POV as he struggles to help Jean and protect him from the new threats of the outside world. He tries to understand Jean by looking back at his own life and his history as a coach. Way back in July, I posted a segment, I can't believe I'm still working on it AHHH!!!

3. Jeremy Knox Backstory: In the same universe as All the cookie wrappers, and the empty cups of tea, this is Jeremy's POV of what went down his freshman year, as it happened. If you've read Chapter 8 of All the cookie wrappers, you know what it is, but this will be written so it can be read as a standalone as well! Basically, this is the big bad backstory of Jeremy Knox: it starts in at a banquet and ends in an ambulance.

My asks are open! If you want to send in the name of either of these fics I will respond with a segment of ~100 words :)

and if you are like "problem what about the other fics you're working on?" shhhhh don't worry about it ;)

[halfpintpeach]

could i get some tutor neil plsss🙏 Can’t wait to see andrew again and i love neil so much already!

Tutor Neil || WIP Wednesday 11/22/23

Neil flicked through the binder halfheartedly before handing it back. It was a welcomed surprise when a short man clad in all black walked in ahead of Matt. Matt waved with a large smile on his face, Neil easily returned the wave and smile before setting his attention on Andrew. Once again, the blond didn’t carry anything with him besides the scent of smoke. He wore no backpack and Neil doubted that he had a pencil in the pocket of his leather jacket.

(I need you to know that I saved your ask for the last one so you could get Andrew's appearance :) hehe)

[rabbitsbackliner]

Oh my god my first wip Wednesday? With actual progress?? Aka mostly just Kev’s one eyeball but still lmao

[thechaoscryptid]

It's been ages since I wrote anything just for me and it's my birthday in a week and a half so for WIP Wednesday pls have some of the SHAMELESSLY self-indulgent Andreil/Andrew Minyard study I've been working on this week as an excuse just to write pretty things. As a treat. A lil present. Just for funsies for once

Andrew Joseph Minyard makes it easy to forget he was not born with blood in his teeth and blades kissing his wrists. It is survival, plain and simple: excise what doesn't matter, and it's easier to wrap his jaws around the remains and gnaw until he hits marrow. His history remains hidden in his snarl and his tendons scream with the force of holding on. He is ten feet of rage hemmed in by five feet of skin, and he is bitter bile upon porcelain, and he is—he needs to be—the monster everyone knows and no one loves.

Restless energy scratches at his skull, each staticky frisson feeding off its predecessor until the world is cotton and his breath is a fluttering mess nestled against a dead heart. His knives weigh heavy against his forearms, but he doesn't reach for them. He tangles his fingers between his knees as he glares down at the parking lot; in his haste to flee another "I'm fine" that's starting to sound a lot like "Help," he—so stupidly—hadn't stopped to consider how nothing feels like the worst thing of all as it tries to slip through his hands.

Neil Josten, who exists as a bandage-swaddled lie, has not yet learned that "I hate you" is acquiescence: belly-up vulnerability delivered straight into uncomprehending palms. Neil doesn't understand because they are not the same—Andrew does not allow his desperation to seep out of every pore. He is not a blue-eyed fool. Moreover, Neil would not know vulnerable even if Andrew beat the idea into him.

He cannot—will never—explain the significance to Neil, and so he says I hate you, because he refuses to allow Neil a foothold.

I hate you, he says, because it is easier to keep people alive when they don't matter.

I hate you, he says, because he has never quite known how to like without loathing.

I hate you, he says, because lying is easier than admitting he might—at some nebulous future point he feels coming like a freight train—want to allow Neil to see the craven creature he keeps locked deep behind his ribs.

Because though Andrew will not—

(Andrew does not allow himself to name it, because want is a prelude to please, and if he never pleads again it will be far too soon.)

—Neil, he still has to grapple with the fact that something stronger than apathy rears its ugly head when he sees Neil struggling to maintain his facade.

[jtl-fics]

TBD please 🙏 😢 😭

11/6/24 WIP Wednesday (CLOSED) | TBD AU

“We have to get you fully checked out Andrew. I can’t…” Neil’s voice is tight and scared and Andrew hates that it is his fault that it sounds like that. He doesn’t regret signing himself out in the slightest, not when this was the result, but he’ll accept that he needs to go back.

“Come with me,” Andrew’s hand finds Neil’s again, “Stay.”

Neil blinks and there’s a warm smile on his face again even if the concern and fear isn’t all gone, “I’ll stay.”

Andrew leans in for another kiss.

“Again, I am telling you this as a DOCTOR not as your brother! You cannot have sex with Josten until you are medically cleared! Andrew! Do not do it!” Aaron’s voice cuts through the moment again.

Andrew wants to kill his brother.

[sunriseabram]

Bodyguard au pls ✨✨

Nathaniel Bodyguard AU | Part 24 | 20/11

“I know my brother has an obsession with you, and I intend to use it to my advantage,” Ichirou said.

Taking a sip of his drink, Ichirou watched Kevin's every move with eager eyes. His gaze flickered between Nathaniel's hand and Kevin's face before he nodded in approval. 

“He will come for you,” Ichirou continued. “And when he does, I will be ready.”

For a second, Ichirou smiled, if such a horrific grin could even be called such a thing. The glee in his eyes was manic. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone. His indifferent mask snapped back into place as if had not ever fallen.

“I would not want any harm to come to my star player, of course. Tell me, Day. Is my assumption that you plan to go pro correct?” Ichirou said.

Kevin nodded. “Yes, My Lord. I will go pro and make court. My injury will not impact that.”

“I am sure it will not,” Ichirou said. It was not a question but a demand.  “Therefore, to protect my investment, especially from my brother, I have taken the necessary precautions to ensure your safety."