#you get vampdrew bc this was the only one for him twt

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hello! Know I actually set an alarm so I wouldn't forget to send an ask this time.

Would you please bless us with either vapdrew or angel Neil?

I really missed having the chance to ask for them. Thank you! Have a great day!

WIP Wednesday (6/5) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 136)

After a couple weeks of silently lusting after Kevin and trying to keep his fangs to himself, Andrew finds it time for the Foxes to move back into the dorm. Of course, he and his bunch hadn’t left. Kevin needed to stay near the court and Andrew was able to talk the superintendent into letting them stay through the break. So the four of them have nothing to do today but watch as their teammates filter in and struggle up the stairs with their various junk.

Moving in last year had been a real treat for Andrew. You see, him having vampiric strength meant Nicky and Aaron unanimously voted him the Chief of Moving Heavy Furniture. And he’d brought in the couch, entertainment center, and TV all by himself. Those bastards. Well, at least it was funny hearing Boyd’s thoughts when he caught Andrew dragging the couch up the stairs behind him with one hand. 

(Andrew can very nearly pick up his car. A sofa is nothing.)

But yes, thanks to Kevin’s crippling inability to be more than five minutes from the court, Andrew has no plans today except sitting and staring out the window. And fidgeting a bit. After the third time his leg starts bouncing, Andrew lights up a cigarette and lets the nicotine settle his nerves.

Yes. He’s a bit anxious.

He hates to admit it, but starting today he’s only going to be a couple rooms away from Neil. Over the past month, he’s had the others step between them every time his blood calls out to Andrew. Which… Was a lot. He’s had to stop himself from lunging at the striker at least a dozen times. 

And that’s not even counting the handful of instances where he’s had an intrusive voice in his head telling him to track Neil down and have a bite. He’s still not sure what that is. And he doesn’t want to know. He’ll just keep tuning it out and everything will be fine as wine. 

‘You know exactly what I am. I’m you,’ says a whisper in Andrew’s ear and he slaps it away like a pesky fucking mosquito.