#dimpled andrew minyard

[medeaaasworld]

The thing you have to know about me— I love dimples.

You have dimples – I'm yours. Like, no fucking resistance. Take me.

Thing number two – I love Andrew Minyard with dimples.

That's my headcanon, fanon, anything—

So I write Andrew Minyard with dimples. Neil can take the freckles tho

[kazoo-the-demjin]

The real reason Neil stares at Andrew when he cracks a smile after Kevin returns to the dorm drunk and with a new tattoo is actually that the motherfucker has dimples Neil can't look away from. Thank you for attending my sermon.

[lolhex12]

ok but what if one day the team sees Aaron smile (probably talking to Katelyn further away), and it's not anything new but it's still unusual, so there's no wonder this is the first time Neil really sees and realizes something life-changing. he looks at Aaron smile and immediately whips around to look at Andrew with the most in-awe look on his face and goes "do you also have dimples????" like a kid who's just found out they're going to Disneyland next holiday.

and Andrew, like the lil emo he is, goes "doesn't matter, it's not like you have a way of finding out" (bc he never smiles) but he later realizes how much Neil likes dimples so he'll occasionally pull the closest thing to a smile which is this face :]

it's still bored and unimpressed in true Andrew fashion but it pulls the right muscles to make his dimples show bc he loves the goofy smile on his boyfriend's face whenever he sees them.

[neil-j10]

Neil josten has dimples because I said so

[detectivebambam]

I'm bored and I have nothing better to do than annoy people about Aaron minyard, sooo seeing how Andrew is ur fav character, do u hate Aaron or love him? I js want ur opinions and thoughts abt him, maybe even ur hcs?

lol 😆

Aaron is,, complicated

i don't like when people pretend to be something they're not ? so Aaron trying desperately to pretend that he's "the normal twin" and not a Fox , is sad of course, but also pisses me off lol

i think he's a good brother, and i really wish he had the chance to be one growing up.

he's slightly homophobic, but since Tilda and Luther are siblings, he was most likely raised that way. he's not violent and he's definitely getting better as he gets older, but Neil said he "gave Nicky hell" for his sexuality. could just be banter and Neil isn't picking up on it bc he's Neil. not something I hold against him, is what I'm trying to say

overall? he's definitely not my favorite character, but he's a great one and I do love him (that's why I always give him twin girls. he deserves that)

as for headcanons:

the older twin, was also heavier than Andrew when they were born. Andrew was like 3lbs 12oz and Aaron was probably 4lbs

gives great hugs, and once he and Andrew grow up (30s?) they like to snuggle

HE IS THE EMO TWIN!!!!! fav bands are MCR, Three Days Grace, etc.

i love the twins with gapped front teeth, so yes

and dimples 😋

he's allergic to shellfish

silently watches how Neil interacts with Andrew so he can figure out how to talk to his brother without animosity

becomes friends (?) with Neil, but only after Kate and Andrew start getting together on Sundays to silently bake together

literally the most amazing dad. reads bedtime stories with funny voices, shows up to every game, recital, etc. he's absolutely incredible

^ he thinks he sucks

Kate is the only person he openly cries around, and she holds him while he does

shorter than Katie 😋 by like 5 inches. he loves it

[hannabeee69]

How I see the foxes 🦊 aesthetics

Also on my twt ✌️

#1 Dan Wilds

• shades of yellow and green, candles, Sunrise, making lists, hair scarfs, middle fingers, loud singing, sunflowers, gold jewelry, working for everything you have, leadership, soft smiles, keeping everyone in check

#2 Kevin Day

• shades of earth tones , shoulder kisses, secret loves, eye rolls, nature over stone, empty locker rooms, drinking alone, the fall of Icarus, believing in yourself, museums, lectures, tough love, returning lost things

#3 Andrew Minyard

• shades of red and black, stars, night time drives, niche movies, low voices, running hands through hair, chipped nail polish, feet hanging over rooftops, sweets, neon lights, promises, cats, gentle holding, letting go

#4 Matt Boyd

• shades of red and blue, friendship, boxing, trucks, warm hugs, jazz music, secret handshakes, dimples, wild hand gestures, loyalty, checking up on friends, petting every dog you see, ballpoint pens

#5 Aaron Minyard

• shades of soft blues, hidden smiles, foggy mornings, conspiracy theories, paper airplanes, yelling, deep sighs, stolen glances, mutual pining, rain, vintage games, yawning, messy notes, lost glasses, forgiveness

#6 Seth Gordon

• shades of green and purple, bruises, up all night, weary glances, static tv, stress cooking, evergreen trees, trying your best, fist bumps, broken dreams, bloody nose, forehead kisses

#7 Allison Reynolds

• shades of pink and reds, loud laughter, click of high heels, lipstick stains, perfume left on clothing, heartbreak, a raised eyebrow, singing in your car, suckers, mini skirts, lost love, holding hands

#8 Nicky Hemmick

• shades of brown and gold, street food, golden hour, coffee shops, loneliness, longing, stained glass, praying and hoping someone will listen, fake smiles, family, peace signs, laughter lines, realizing your mistakes, tears, long phone calls

#9 Renee Walker

• shades of pastels, lavender lattes, messy hair dye jobs, fun socks, sun catchers, fairs, humming, deep breaths to calm down, rings, maxi skirts, cross necklace, snort laughing, running late, tripping over nothing, angels

#10 Neil Josten

• shades of soft blue and grey, smoke trails, cloudy ocean days, shy smiles, stretching, neck kisses, running, subtle staring, bandages, falling in love without realizing, scoffs, oversized sweaters, black coffee, earned trust, grinning with teeth, biting, road trips

[whatmack]

im here to support back dimples on andrew n also raise awareness for shoulder dimples on neil

anon u get it. u fuckin get it. u understand. u smell what i'm stepping in. u smoke what i'm rolling. u bungee what i'm jumping 

neil: takes his shirt off in front of andrew for the first time 

andrew, externally: it's all about the trust and the scars, babey 

andrew, internally: i mean for sure it's about those things but also shOULDER DIMPLES WHAT THE FUCK I'M SO GAY-- 

neil wearing a tank top + his armbands and andrew is just. staring aggressively at the back of his shoulders. and nicky's like Bro u fuckin Good or What man

(andrew likes to splay his hand on Neil's shoulder and fit his thumb into the little divot there, and neil feels so gently held......it takes a while for andrew to be comfortable with neil touching that close to his ass, but even before that, every time neil sees those heart-dimples right above andrew's tailbone he gets the gooiest, happiest smile, and andrew's gonna break something)

[1980salienboi]

Andrew doesn’t move from his perch on the kitchen counter when he hears the crunch of a key in the front door of Neil’s apartment. He stays hunched over, flicking the 2048 blocks this way and that, even when Neil stumbles when toeing his shoes off and swears. “Careful,” Andrew says, not louder than a speaking voice but not too quiet to be heard in the silence of Neil’s apartment. “Would be a shame if you died from cracking your head open after all these years.”

He hears Neil’s movements stop, and then the sound of quick feet, and then Neil’s is rounding the corner into the kitchen. He stares at Andrew for a minute before getting that look that Andrew absolutely loathes. “You’re here,” he says, unnecessarily.

Andrew gestures vaguely to himself with a flick of his fingers. So I am.

Neil crosses the space to stand almost between Andrew’s legs, spread from the way he sits on the counter. He’s taller than Neil like this, a vantage point he could very well get used to. He looks down into Neil’s stupidly happy face, not comprehending how his mere presence is enough to change Neil’s normally serious and brooding expression into... this. His eyes are shining and his mouth has taken on that slight tilt that holds the place of the smile he can’t bear in his reflection.

Andrew hates him. He wants to smash his fist down into his face and see how easily the expression shatters.

“I didn’t know you were coming this weekend,“ Neil says, unaware of how much Andrew hates him, or more likely simply not caring.

“I wasn’t planning on it,“ Andrew says in response, opening his legs a touch wider and pulling Neil to the counter by the sweaty collar of his tee. Neil braces his arms on either side of Andrew’s hips, not touching.

“Why did you then?“ The cheer on his face is dimmed somewhat, but still present, and his eyes have taken on a shrewd look. His favorite puzzle is Andrew, and for some reason Andrew has never been able to stop himself from giving Neil the ciphers needed to help solve him.

He shrugs a shoulder. “I got bored.” That is the least of it, but he leans down slightly and hovers his face over Neil’s, mouths almost touching. “You stink. Go shower.”

Neil smirks, and Andrew can feel the phantom of it against his own lips. “If only I had the motivation to.”

Andrew clicks his tongue. “Must you always be spoon fed?”

“You know me; I work best with positive reinforcement.“

He sighs and leans down the rest of the way to press their lips together, hard but shorter than either of them want. “Now go. Your dripping sweat is not attractive.”

Neil hums and looks up at him from under his eyelashes. “What do I have to look forward to when I do?”

“You are not cute,“ Andrew growls. He grabs Neil’s head and kisses him more firmly this time, opening his mouth and stroking Neil’s tongue with his own before he pulls fully away.

Despite his stupid heavy-lidded, dazed-eye look, Neil smirks again when he says, “I never said I was cute.” Andrew’s jaw twitches and Neil smiles fully and briefly, an expression of reckless happiness, before retreating to the bathroom and shutting the door.

Andrew can count on two hands the number of times he’s seen Neil truly, uninhibitedly smile over the past seven years he’s known him. It makes Andrew’s traitorous heart stutter in his chest every single time, and sitting here, on the counter in Neil’s kitchen, where soon they’ll make and eat dinner together and then kiss instead of doing the dishes immediately like they should, he feels his own lips twitch in response.

[writtenicarus]

Fuck The Extra Content

The way Nora wrote mental illness especially around Andrew's future is vile and portrays people with trauma to constantly feel the full effects of it all the time and never recover. Andrew will never be an entirely functional human being but give me: Andrew and Neil who DO GET MARRIED even if they don't say I love you because it's just not in their vocabulary, give me Andrew who smiles for Neil, who has dimples and throws his head back when he laughs. He isn't a heartless monster and trusts Neil with his life, it takes time but slowly he DOES get better. Everyone does.

I hate the fact that she said Neil would never see Andrew laugh or cry. It was a survival instinct for Andrew to shut off all of his emotions and act like they didn’t have any effect on him. 

He would have, even if he never said it, wanted to get better for Neil. To be able to give things to Neil that Neil would be too respectful to ask for. Of course, he would have felt bad when he saw how the foxes comforted Neil on bad days, how he cursed himself for not being able to do the same yet.

Andrew’s love for Neil is raw, everything Neil makes Andrew feel is raw and real and nothing short of just what Andrew needs. Neil never gets too close, but he is never too far either.

So fuck the extra content. Andrew Joseph Minyard is a beautiful man. And he is getting better.

[imperfectcourt]

21 andriel

21. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company

It was neither an award ceremony nor a charity function. It was also both. Andrew didn't know or care. All he knew was that his team had arrived annoying early and the canapés weren't out yet. His captain had somehow acquired him a crystal glass of expensive scotch despite the only refreshments going around being champagne, sparkling water, and some alcohol free cranberry cocktail. She was a real one. She reminded Andrew of a bizarre mix of Dan and Nicky. A monstrosity but surprisingly tolerable.

The cavernous ballroom slowly filled with people as more teams and staff and celebrities and press filtered in. Andrew wasn't exactly looking for Neil, but he knew exactly when he arrived. He hadn't even been facing the right direction, just knew when he turned around he'd be there. And he was, standing with false confidence in a tight blue suit, surrounded by tall, tall, taller players who didn't pay him any particular mind.

Their eyes met across the crowded room and Andrew wanted to gag at the cliche. He sipped from his glass instead. Neil didn't come over right away. This was his first big event like this, a period at the end of his first professional season. At some point tonight, his trade would be announced, but until then he had to play nice. Well, save face. Well, not make a scene. Well, not cause a riot. There would be time. They would have time.

Until then, the waiters had started milling around with expensive, bite sized foods. Andrew's specialty. He took out his phone and sent Neil a quick text.

Do not eat any shrimp

 He put his phone away and watched Neil check his messages. Neil shot him an unamused look and, very subtly, stuck his tongue out at him. An actual child. 

Being in the same room as Neil was almost harder than living in different states. His coach gave him a knowing look. It had been his initiative to sign Neil after seeing the lengths Andrew went through to spend scraps of time with him. Andrew wouldn't say he owed his coach for something he didn't ask for but he might have put in a modicum of effort for a few important games.

The event went on. People spoke on stage. Kevin did something or whatever. It was mind numbingly boring. The post season trade announcements went through and everyone pretended to be surprised and happy. His coach went up and stood next to Neil and his stupid tight royal blue suit and just about every camera in the place flashed and then they were walking back towards their group of tables. Andrew realized that the only seat available at his table was his coach's seat to his right and like hell if coach would give it up because he was a tool. He looked to the person to his left, it was a backliner, easy going, a push over.

So Andrew pushed him over.

Derek let out a little oof as he landed on the ground.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"This seat taken?"

And there he was, standing over Andrew's shoulder with the tiniest little smirk on his face. He looked rested, finally, after weeks of bleary eyed Skype chats during the push through playoffs and finals.

"No," Andrew said. Derek looked grumpy for a brief moment before going off to find a seat at a different table. Neik slid into it as his- their coach took his own.

"Keep it in your pants, Minyard," coach said lowly. Andrew didn't bother responding. He couldn't be bothered by anything that wasn't Neil, here with him, here to stay, on his team, in that freaking tight blue suit.

The awards or whatever went on around them. Neil cared about them about as much as Andrew did, looking to him instead of the stage, head resting on his hand and propped on his elbow.

Staring, Andrew mouthed. Neil stuck out the tiniest tip of his tongue. Andrew wanted to bite it. Instead he kicked out his foot to hook it under Neil's ankle. It wasn't enough. He ran the top of his patent leather shoe along the underside of his calf. It still wasn't enough. The season had only ended a week ago and neither had had time to recover from the exhaustion until now.

Now, seeing each other for the first time in weeks, seeing Neil bright eyed and done up like some hot shot looking like the smuggest motherfucker in a room filled with the cockiest assholes on the planet and it wasn't enough.

"Are you gonna eye fuck me all night or get up there?" Neil murmured in smooth Russian. The sensation of the words hit first, then their meaning. Somehow, he tore his eyes away from Neil to look up towards the stage where his name was projected in big white letters under the title of some award he didn't care enough about to recognize. The applause that had become white noise suddenly became unbearably loud to his ears.

"Go," Neil said. He was smiling so Andrew went. He took his time going up to and onto the stage, uncaring of the audience. The audience. He stared at the award in the presenter's hands for a long moment, hot under the spotlights. He thought of Neil sitting with his team and of not making waves and of the effort he had put in when it counted. He thought of Kevin not getting this award. He took it.

"Speech!" A voice- Matt fucking Boyd- yelled from the crowd, earning an uncomfortable chuckle. Andrew went up to the microphone, making a show of angling it down, of inspecting the award. He lifted it up to his forehead for a salute and walked off the stage. People laughed like he'd made a joke when really he just didn't care enough to pander to them. He barely cared enough to get the award in the first place, and even then he hadn't gotten it for himself.

Neil was badly holding back a smile as Andrew approached. It pulled two deep dimples into his cheeks. Andrew fell into his chair and slammed the award down in front of Neil.

"Yes or no?"

"Now?" Neil asked in surprise, eyebrows high and smiles released as he glanced around at the crowd. 

"Yes."

"Yes."

They both leaned in at the same time, shoulder to shoulder and heads tilted toward each other like they were about to share a secret. Andrew pressed a hard, closed kiss to his lips to the applause of some other award winner. Neil's breath was hot on his cheek and his hand gripped Andrew's knee and it wasn't enough.

But they had time.

[jeanmorcau]

Neil knows when Andrew is happy bc whenever he's amused a little dimple appears on his cheek

[dayurno]

@andrewsrabies and i had a very productive conversation on the kandreil server about catholic au kandreil so here it is the result of my moral obligation to write it as an ex catholic school student

no tws this is just gay as hell. i also might crosspost it on ao3 at some point. so who knows. please be aware this is definitely a little bit blasphemic

the father.

“You will never have him.”

Neil smirks. “Are you talking from your own experience?”

The roof is too windy, too dark —  Neil, with his back to Andrew and draped over the ledge, knows just one push would be enough. He doubts he’d ever resist the fall: Palmetto Academy is too lofty of a building to match its even loftier saints. 

Yet Andrew does not dare to approach the ledge, and Neil does not turn around to see him. There is no reason to, when both know what they are here for — “He is better than you,” Andrew tonelessly points out, the edge of irritation making something red and ripe unfurl inside Neil, “in every conceivable way.”

“One thing we have in common,” Neil observes, crushing his cigarette against the ledge. “You do not strike me as worthy of Kevin Day, either.” He pauses, then lets his smirk widen. “Not that it stops you, of course. He is the best thing you want. The only, too.”

A heartbeat. Two. Neil would never survive the fall —  as he would never survive Kevin. Some choices are easy to make with your head on the line. 

“Are you a believer?” Andrew asks, at last, his voice ghosting over Neil’s back. It drips and overflows, patiently waiting to sink Neil beneath the waves, every turn of his tongue vicious. 

How can a tongue so cruel be used to kiss someone so good, Neil wonders. Surely Kevin had a taste for poison. 

“Oh, am I?” Neil muses, turning ever so slightly. He does not find Andrew —  doubted that he would. Andrew is as much of a nothing as Neil is. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

“You will not have him.”

“Why?” he hums. “You won’t let me?”

“I find it useless to repeat myself.”

Neil taps against his wrist watch. “You should know better than to think that that has ever stopped Kevin before.”

“Define that,” Andrew lazily prompts. A challenge.

“Me, being worthless. Another thing the two of us have in common.”

“We,” he viciously hums, “are nothing alike.”

“No,” Neil agrees. A lie, not his first and definitely not his last. “You hate me and I hate you. Let’s see who hates best.”

Andrew’s gaze burns against Neil’s nape. “I do not hate you more than I want Kevin.”

“How sweet of you.”

For one, Neil wants Andrew to be proved wrong: in some twisted way of his, he wants Andrew to hate him as much —  or perhaps even more —  than he wants Kevin, if only to solidify Neil as a permanent presence in their not-relationship. Hatred, he thinks, is just another form of obsession; almost as intense as desire, but not as contagious. 

One thing was true, though: Neil would not leave Palmetto without having felt Kevin Day’s mouth pressing against his, sweet and young and oh so ill-advised. If that meant having to push through the taste of Andrew’s sour tongue, so be it. The sweetness of Kevin was worth it. 

Neil taps against his wrist watch again, not bothering to look back at Andrew as he says, “Tick tock, your detention is about to start. I believe you have some daily worshipping to do.”

“Daily worshipping,” Andrew scoffs, but, Neil notices, does not disagree. “Is that what you call it when you imagine it in your head?”

“Oh?” Neil drags out. “How Christian of you to think I have to imagine.”

He cannot see Andrew through the ever-thickening fog of tension surrounding them, but Neil knows the twitch of his eyebrow well enough to build a picture in his head. “You will not have him,” he repeats. His voice is far away now — so ready to leave, Neil muses. For all of Andrew’s so called toughness, Kevin’s mouth must keep him on a tight leash. “Even you, stupid as you are, would know not to touch what is mine.”

Neil turns to look at him, catching only a glimpse of Andrew’s pale hair under the dim lighting of the staircase that leads to the rooftop. He hovers by the doorway — waiting for Neil’s next move. Calculating, even; math Neil barely knows the numbers to. “I will make you no promises we both know I will not keep,” is what Neil hums back, dragging out his words like cheap perfume across a hotel room. “I can touch anything, and Kevin doesn’t seem too opposed to it. Kind God of yours, right? Always thinking of those who have less.”

Andrew does not reply. He slams the door behind him, and Neil is once again alone on the roof. 

He lights another cigarette.

Smiles.

Lets it burn.

Rinse and repeat.

the son. 

“And then you— Andrew, you’re not listening to me,” Kevin sighs, his upper lip curling into a soft frown under the egg-yellow lights of the detention office.  

I believe you have some daily worshipping to do. Andrew Minyard hates everything about Neil Josten, from the sharp tip of his tongue to the dim freckles on his cheeks, but for once he is right —  when was the last time Andrew had fulfilled his worshipping duties? Was it last night’s mass, or this morning’s confession? 

Either way: it has been too long. A good Christian is always ready to do better, and Andrew has never been one to slack off on divine duty. 

“No,” Andrew agrees, because he does not lie to Kevin. Leaning against the edge of the teacher’s table and looking all high and mighty with his primly tucked dress shirt, Kevin looks as if he knows he’s worth gold, or at least as if he needs a reminder. “I am not.”

Kevin’s dark eyebrows furrow. “What has gotten you so distracted that you can’t even listen to me?”

Foolish, foolish man that Kevin is, to think that Andrew has ever thought of anything but him. “You,” he replies, blunt and toneless. “Pretty mouth of yours. I couldn’t hear a thing.”

 “Andrew,” Kevin warns, dropping the hands he had just been using to gesticulate. 

“Yes?”

“What are you trying to do?”

Andrew feels the corners of his mouth twitching. “Why, complimenting what is mine. I do it all the time.”

Kevin’s mouth closes, cheeks blushing a ripe red. He is too far away for Andrew’s liking, but preamble is Andrew’s only game, and the view is rather pleasant from his spot at the second row of seats. “You,” he slowly says, raking a hand through his hair, “are too much.”

Andrew motions dismissively, leaning back on his chair to take in all of Kevin’s image. “Kevin and his unwavering self-restraint. So good, hm? I like you best when you give up control.”

“You do not like me.”

“Oh,” Andrew muses, smile sharpening, “I like you.”

It makes Kevin roll his eyes, the reply, but it’s quite fond. “I told you that if you want a kiss, you just have to ask for it.”

He hums in acknowledgement, but changes the subject, “Does your God forgive you for what we do?”

“She knows I’m good,” Kevin replies, all warm smiles and deep dimples. “She’ll forgive me.”

Too good, Andrew thinks —  too good to have anything to do with someone like him. And yet. “Come here, then,” Andrew beckons, motioning him forward. “Give Her something to forgive you for.”

Kevin’s answer is a huffed out laugh, but he complies: Andrew watches in barely-concealed anticipation as he slides through the first row easily, stopping near Andrew’s seat and gracefully leaning against his desk, keeping some respectful distance between them. “I thought I said come here,” Andrew remarks, resting both of his hands on Kevin’s knees. 

Mine, he thinks. And fuck Neil Josten for expecting anything else.

“Lead the way,” is what Kevin says, offering his hands for Andrew to do with them what he wills. 

He does. He tugs on Kevin’s hands to bring him into his lap, to which Kevin easily complies, crossing his hands behind Andrew’s nape and offering him a curious look. “You’re angry about something,” Kevin quietly points out, tipping his head to the side.

Andrew’s hands fly to rest over his thighs. “Ran into your friend at the roof just now.”

Kevin mulls that over on his head for a little before guessing, “Neil?”

“Mhm,” Andrew replies, “the very one.”

It doesn’t fluster Kevin —  Andrew hadn’t it expected it to —, but it does prompt a pensive look in his eyes. “I suppose it makes sense that you don’t get along. You’re too alike.”  

Andrew brushes his lips against Kevin’s, reaching a hand to lightly tug against his tie. “The only thing we have in common,” he says, “is that we both want you.”

Kevin doesn’t look surprised by the new piece of information, but leans in to thoughtfully nibble on Andrew’s lower lip. “Yes,” Kevin agrees, as if he knows the extent of both their devotions —  as if he’s not surprised at all by the enormity of their desire. “You do.”

“And you like it,” Andrew points out.

He is silent for a small while, a warm weight on Andrew’s lap. “He asked me for one kiss,” is what Kevin chooses to eventually say, “and one kiss only. Before he gets expelled.”

“And you love a lost cause.” Andrew tucks a strand of hair behind Kevin’s ear. “Will he get his kiss?”

“I won’t let him get expelled,” Kevin answers, nuzzling against Andrew’s palm as painstakingly eager as always. “I’ll strike a deal if needed. He has potential.”

“To what?” he wondered aloud. “He is nothing.”

Kevin frowns. “No one is nothing. Everyone is worth something.”

“Savior complex,” Andrew teases, fitting his palm against Kevin’s jaw and bringing him down. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“One kiss can’t hurt,” he says. Not an answer as much as it is a thought. 

Andrew hums, fitting their noses together. “But do you want him?” he asks, brushing his mouth against Kevin’s. “Or do you just like that he wants you?”

“Aren’t they the same thing?”

“No.”

“Hm,” Kevin says, “I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Then leans in. 

Andrew forgets what he was talking about. 

the holy ghost. 

“Have you thought about my offer yet?” Neil asks, perched on top of a bench as he stares over at Kevin, the early morning light brushing through his auburn hair. Palmetto’s garden is paler than it has ever been at Autumn’s peak, but Kevin loves the season —  finding Neil on his morning was just a bonus. 

Kevin stretches his arms out lazily, feeling Neil’s eyes follow his every movement, before replying, “What can I give you to make you stay?” 

Neil smiles, tight-lipped. “I don’t stay, Kevin.”

“Well,” Kevin draws out, supporting himself against the bench Neil is perched on to stretch his right leg. “Then I suppose you don’t want that kiss like you say you do.”

“Oh,” Neil’s smile melts into a lazy smirk, the dark bags under his eyes competing against the brightly lit end of his cigarette. “Oh, you don’t know how bad I want it.”

“Prove it,” is Kevin’s easy reply, his rosary dripping down his chest as he moves to stretch his other leg, Neil’s eyes boring holes through the exposed skin. “Put some effort into staying. Don’t let yourself get expelled.”

Neil mulls it over in his head for a moment, but Kevin is in no rush —  this early in the morning they are the only people awake on campus, which means there is no danger of interruption that is not divine. 

Good Lord, Kevin quietly thinks to himself, all of my life I have been good. Let me have this. 

At last, Neil prompts, “You sure think highly of yourself to believe that one kiss is enough to make a man stay. Aren’t your people supposed to be humble?”

“I’m God-fearing,” Kevin corrects, “not stupid. I see how you look at me.”

“We all have our gods,” Neil hums, turning around to straddle the back of the bench and stare straight into Kevin’s front. “I’m just wondering what I have to do to keep the Goddess on my side.”

“Which Goddess?”

Neil smiles. “You.”

“Stay,” Kevin replies, “and I will be close enough for you to get tired of me.”

“Oh, I don’t reckon I will.”

“Can’t know if you never try.” Kevin bends to stretch his left leg one more time before pulling himself up, now face to face with Neil. “And you still haven’t disagreed with me, so I’m guessing a kiss is enough to make you stay, after all.”

“Hm,” Neil hums, thoughtful, without ever taking his eyes off of Kevin’s face. “It might just be circumstance. You should burn those shorts of yours before the fire of Hell does.”

Kevin tips his head to the side in challenge. “But Andrew likes them so much.”

“I’m sure that he does.” He breathes into the smoke of his cigarette one last time before killing the flame against the bench. At last, Neil concedes, “Keep my interest, Kevin Day, and I’ll stay.”

“You’re interested aplenty already,” Kevin observes as Neil’s eyes dart downwards. “So much so I might have to schedule a session at the confessionary for you.”

Neil swipes his tongue over his teeth like a snake licking venom out of its own fangs. “Why wait? I’ll confess to you now all of my thoughts.”

“I recognize I’m a creature of the divine, Neil, but I’m not fit to be a priest.”

“Of course not,” Neil solemnly agrees. “What would be of that Andrew of yours, if you were?”

Kevin presses his lips together, the memory of Andrew’s bed still fresh against his skin. “He’d be just like you,” is what Kevin limits himself to replying. “Just waiting to get expelled.”

Neil’s mouth spreads in a smile that’s a bit more genuine, not snarky or coy as it usually is, and Kevin offers him a curious glance. “Ah, so the rumors are true: you did straighten him up. Was one kiss enough, I wonder, or was Andrew more expensive to keep?”

“He knew what he would lose if he got expelled,” Kevin replies, “and he made his choice.”

“So you say,” Neil hums. He pushes himself closer to Kevin almost lazily, using his hands to keep himself up at the same time as Kevin leans an elbow against the back of the bench to stare up at Neil, meeting him halfway. “The Catholic church owes you so many converts. You are a Saint among men.”

“It is the men that I often convert,” he chooses to say. “They are easier to lure in.”

Neil chuckles under his breath. “I think Andrew and I are just weaker than the majority,” he observes, then pulls away to light another cigarette. “Go have your run. Burn those shorts when you’re done with it.”

Kevin rolls his eyes, but does what he’s told.

Not the shorts, though —  those stayed in his closet.

[willowbird]

for the prompt thing andreil, 16(Au with vampire! Neil), Trope 4, dialogue 15 + if possible 39

Anonymous asked:

Vampire! Neil Au requester I meant 25 and not 15

Supernatural AU with a Vampire Neil, meet messy, “i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not" & “you confuse me.”

I'm not sure if this was what you were hoping for when you send me these prompts, but I rather had fun writing it so I hope you enjoy, Anon!

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If Andrew was being completely honest, he really didn't mind his job. Sure, it wasn't all that impressive, but it also wasn't like he had someone around that he wanted to impress. It was easy, too, and no one bothered him. Well, no one bothered him because he had third shift, and the only people grocery shopping at three-am were literal vampires; and in a tiny town like Palmetto, there were really only a handful of those, none of which would ever have any reason to bother the short, scowly human stocking shelves over in the candy aisle.

Which was exactly what Andrew was doing when he heard the crash over in the refrigerated section.

Shifting the headphones off one ear, Andrew tilted his head and listened. There were a few more minor crashes, then a bumbling, scrabbling sound of things being kicked and jostled around. No screaming, though, so Andrew reaffixed the cup over his ear and got back to what he was doing.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup by the refrigerators."

Andrew lips moved soundlessly to Fall Out Boy, willfully ignoring the fact that refrigerators was in his section of the store and thus his responsibility should there be a call made to it.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup by the refrigerators."

Andrew juggled three snickers bars to the beat, tossing them onto the shelf just as the guitar solo started.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup -- Goddamnit Minyard get your ass over to refrigerators and clean the mess up."

Welp, he tried. With a heavy sigh, Andrew dropped the candy in his hands back into the box he'd been unloading, then gave two middle-fingers to the nearest camera.

The gruff voice over the intercom said, "Don't be a cheeky bastard, you little ingrate. Just do your damn job."

"Yeah, yeah," Andrew muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned to head down the aisle. From all those crashes it was sure to be an epic mess. Maybe he wasn't as okay with this job as he thought he was.

Whatever Andrew thought he was expecting to see when he rounded the corner, it was not what he actually saw.

Because there, sitting in the middle of fallen displays and drenched in both blood and pink lemonade with an unconscious (dead?) human sprawled across his lap, was an annoyingly pretty disaster of a vampire.

Andrew stared at the tableau for a long moment, the tugged his headphones down around his neck and moved forward, surveying more of the damage as he got closer. Two of the displays near the fridges had been completely toppled, sending s'mores supplies and snack cakes as far out as lunchmeat on one side and paper goods on the other. There wasn't as much liquid on the floor as Andrew suspected there might be, the blood confined only to the vampire's actual person and only a small pool of pink lemonade leaking out of the nearest container. Upon closer inspection, the human appeared mostly unharmed and definitely alive, as he was breathing. He didn't have a drop of blood on him.

The vampire flashed fang as he gave a weak sort of smile. "I know this looks bad, but I swear, it's not."

"Uh-huh. Right." Andrew crouched down and picked up the carton of pink lemonade. It wasn't even opened properly. There were punctures in the side exactly the right size and distance to have been caused by pretty-vamp's fangs.

Andrew turned the carton to show the leaky punctures to the guilty vampire.

"I was thirsty?"

"Mm. What about the snack draped over your lap?" Andrew gestured at the guy, who was, admittedly, definitely a snack. He was significantly bigger than either himself or the vampire, with black hair and a small tattoo of a chess piece on the crest of one cheek.

The vampire did not seem to share Andrew's opinion. His pretty face screwed up in distaste, those damn-near cerulean eyes flashing with ire. "Ugh. No way. I only drink from Kevin when I'm on my deathbed."

"Is that your way of telling me that he's your boyfriend and you nip him every night, then?"

"What? No?" The blatant confusion on the vampires face had Andrew sighing. The vampire shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry about the lemonade. I was going to pay for it, but it couldn't wait." The skepticism must have been visible enough on Andrew's face for even this idiot to be able to read it because the vampire sighed and continued after just a short judgmental pause.

"I don't drink human blood. That brand of lemonade in addition to regular food can keep me going for weeks at a time without me having to go after animals either."

A vegan vampire, now Andrew had seen everything.

"Right, so why is your boyfriend passed out?"

"Not my boyfriend. The dumbass decided to go out while sick with moon-fatigue. He fainted."

Moon fatigue? Andrew looked back down at the man in the vampire's lap. That meant that 'Kevin' wasn't a human at all, but a were-something.

Instead of commenting on this, Andrew refocused on the vampire's face and said, "You sure you aren't dating?" Because it seemed pretty fated, a dumbass vampire who starves himself to the point where he has to raid the local grocery store for magical lemonade, hooking up with a dumbass were-somethingorother that resisted the change to the point where he got sick and then went out like that, thus necessitating the aforementioned situation where stupid starved vampire has to come rescue him. Speaking of... Andrew took another look at the carton in his hand and memorized the brand. There was no way he was ingesting anything that was able to keep a vampire off his bloodlust for weeks on end.

"Very," the vampire confirmed. Then he sighed and looked down at his friend for a moment before smacking him sharply enough that the sound even got a little echo. "Wake up, asshole!"

Kevin jolted awake with a lurch, then moaned and covered his face his hands. "The liiiiiights, they're so briiiiiight. Neiiiiiiiiiil where aaaaaare weeeeee?"

The vampire - Neil - rolled his eyes and gestured to the man in his lap. "See what I have to deal with?" He shook his head and shoved Kevin off his lap before standing. He was a little shaky as he rose, but managed to keep his feet. "Get up Kev. Thanks to you there's a huge ass fucking mess and if we ever want to come back again we're gonna have to help clean it up."

"Nooooooo."

"Yeeeeeees."

Kevin peaked his eye open, saw Andrew, and pointed. "Make him do it. Its basically his job!"

"I don't work here," Andrew said immediately, despite the violently orange vest he was wearing that sported both a name-tag and the logo for Palmetto Grocery.

Then a truly awful thing happened: Neil grinned at him. It was like the goddamn moon rising over an enchanted fucking lake, is what it was. Those blue eyes shined and his whole face softened. Two perfect dimples winked at him, his fangs flashing in a way that was both really sexy and kinda... cute. Even with the blood-spatter on his face the man was downright captivating.

Kevin woozily stumbling to his feet snapped Andrew out of his momentary stupor. The were looked from Neil to Andrew and sighed, shaking his head. "Tiny assholes. I am surrounded by tiny assholes." Then he turned and began to shuffle around, picking up boxes of Twinkies and stacking them in one arm.

Andrew turned back to Neil. "So if all you are here for is lemonade, why are you covered in blood?" It distantly occurred to Andrew that this probably should have been the first question he asked.

Neil shrugged. "Had to kill someone when I picked up Kevin."

Ah, well, that was that then. Andrew nodded his understanding and the two of them joined Kevin dealing with the mess. It was after Andrew had righted the display fixtures and Neil had started stacking all the boxes on them upside down that Neil looked over at him and asked, "Do you usually work nights?"

Andrew paused, blinked, and looked over at him. "Why?"

"Just curious. Kev and I are new to town."

"I am not a tour guide."

Ugh, no there it was again - that grin. This time accompanied by a short, bright laugh.

"Understood." Neil placed the last box on the top of the fixture, somehow getting it to balance on a single corner. Satisfied, he then looked back at Andrew, still fucking smiling. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

"You confuse me," Andrew said, almost without meaning to.

Another fang-flashing grin. "I'm a bit of a puzzle."

Andrew studied him for a moment, considering. He wondered if the idiot vampire even realized he was flirting with him. It sure seemed intentional - but he hesitated to give the dumbass that much credit.

"I guess I will just have to solve you then," Andrew finally said.

"Guess so." Neil then had the audacity to wink, and Andrew's ears turned pink. Intentional then, definitely intentional.

Luckily, Neil had turned to collect his friend, so probably didn't see his traitorous ears. The vampire looked back at him one more time, just long enough to raise a hand in farewell, before leading Kevin away from the refrigerators. Andrew tracked him with his eyes until they turned the corner, and were gone.

Well, if nothing else - Palmetto sure as fuck got a hell of a lot more interesting.

[senstia]

if you are taking prompts, neil doing something that makes andrew smile or chuckle?

yes!!! these two boys are so in love they deserve all the happiness. Here you go!! (:

Today was a good day, for both of them. Andrew felt lighter today, not as heavy as he normally did. Whenever he closed his eyes all he saw was Neil’s pretty smile and his bright blue eyes. All he heard was Neil’s excited voice, his laugh.

Andrew had never seen Neil in as good of a mood as he was in right now. His eyes were bright and his face was flushed as he made his way into the locker room after practice. Andrew had been in awe of him all day as he watched him shine with happiness. Every time he looked at Neil he felt his heart constrict. Neil’s happiness must have been rubbing off on him too because now every time he looked at Neil he had to fight to keep the smile from his lips.

Neil was talking excitedly to Matt and Dan as he entered the locker room ahead of Andrew. The rest of the team followed and Andrew hung back and just watched Neil interact with his teammates. Neil glanced back and when he spotted Andrew at the edge of the room his face split into the brightest smile. Andrew felt his pulse race at the sight of Neil’s beauty and he couldn’t quite stop the grin that tugged at the edge of his lips.

After the team had changed out they all made their way to the lounge. Wymack had said they had a required team meeting after practice. Andrew slid into his spot on the couch next to Neil and may have sat a little closer to him than he normally would have. Neil just looked at him and grinned softly.

“Hi,” Neil said, only loud enough for him to hear.

Andrew rolled his eyes, “We’ve been together all day long.”

Neil just grinned wider, “Still, hi.”

“Hi Neil,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes again.

Neil giggled brightly at Andrew’s eye roll and leaned in closer.

“You’ve been staring at me all day,” Neil said mischievously.

“I have not,” Andrew said, flicking Neil’s nose.

Neil just hummed and said, “Well I have definitely been staring at you all day.”

Andrew snorted, “And why is that?”

Neil cocked his head to the side as if considering the question, “ Hmm probably because you’re just so pretty.”

Andrew felt his ears and neck flush deep red at the words, “What’s got you in such a good mood today Josten?”

Neil giggled again and sighed, “I’m just happy, and safe, and I have you.”

Andrew couldn’t hide his happiness anymore as he looked at Neil. As Neil said all the most beautiful things to him. He felt his face split into the biggest smile and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the fact that he’d probably never made a face like that in his life. He felt like he was floating, like he was bathing in sunshine. Seeing his stupid junkie so happy made his heart race. He loved seeing how happy he was, he loved that he was part of the reason for it.

~

The foxes had been staring at Neil and Andrew for minutes now. Wymack had attempted to get their attention to start the meeting twice but the two were too absorbed in each other to notice anyone else. They had been talking too low for the others to hear but they saw Neil’s smile and heard his giggles. They saw how intently Andrew listened to Neil talk. And then Andrew’s face had split into the biggest, most beautiful smile at something Neil had said. No one had ever seen Andrew smile like that. He looked radiant. He had dimples. Andrew Joseph Minyard had dimples.

Neil traced Andrew’s smile with a hand and murmured something softly to Andrew. Andrew just kissed the tips of Neil’s fingers and turned to face the rest of the team. Neil stared at Andrew for another moment and then he turned to face the room as well. Andrew raised a brow in challenge at all the faces staring at him but no one said a word.

Wymack coughed, “Alright now that the rest of our team is present lets get this meeting going.”

Andrew leaned into Neil and pressed a kiss to his neck, “Junkie.”

Neil shined brightly at the words and took Andrew’s hand in his and squeezed. The pair tried to pay attention during the rest of the team meeting but if anyone had asked them what had been said, neither would have been able to say.

[girloikawa]

daysten baking au

so, the premise is that for a competition you’re supposed to team up with another bakery in your area to compete for a $15,000 cash check that you have to spilt. kevin decides to ask neil to team up with him, and neil begrudgedly agrees because kevin is a great baker, even though he seems terrible to work with. they submit the form to the enter the competition, and they get in. as the weeks go by leading up the competition, neil and kevin do some baking for practice. they mostly bake cakes, because that’s what the competition is for. neil learns that kevin’s favorite cake is lemon, that kevin is ambidextrous, and that the reason kevin’s cakes taste like there’s something added to them is because he often puts alcohol in them. another thing that neil learns is that kevin is actually wonderful to work with. he gives precise orders, knows what the fuck he’s doing, and is pretty creative when it comes to coming up with flavors. the only thing is that kevin doesn’t know how to communicate in a nice manor, and neil can be snarky when he wants. so they clash a little bit, but once they get it figured out through some bickering and one very drunk night of bonding, they get into a grove. after that night neil also starts to notice things about kevin. the way he’ll subconsciously touch his nose when he wants to smile, the one dimple on his left cheek, his hands kneading the dough. neil doesn’t exactly know what it is, all he knows that it is there.

but then it’s competition time. opponents: renee walker and andrew minyard, dan wilds and matt boyd, aaron minyard and nicky hemmick, and then allison reynolds and seth gordon. when they all meet, they hate each other, and neil loves it. he figures out through nicky that andrew and aaron are twins and from the same bakery and entered a bet of who would win, and when neil told kevin that, kevin almost laughed.

they start the competition, round one: your partner is blindfolded and you have to steer them in the direction of the ingredients (not basic things like flour, but ones to make a unique cake) you want, but from twenty feet away. neil is blindfolded because he’d better at moving around, plus kevin can give better directions. kevin give directions and means for neil to grab lavender, lemons, and blueberrys, and—thank god—neil grabs the right things. (allison ended up grabbing tea mix and not coffee. ) kevin gave neil a big high-five. then they got to baking the cake. there was a moment where neil almost collided with aaron, but the cakes were safe!! neil got a stink eye, though. as they were making the frosting, neil randomly said, “what’s that scar from?” and kevin said, “not the time neil. but long story short, this guy broke my hand. we were on a lacrosse team together, I’ve put it in my past.” and somehow that was the first time neil heard kevin talk about lacrosse, and so neil rushed to make little fondant lacrosse rackets “because,” he told kevin excitedly, “i played lacrosse too and we’re bonding over it.” (kevin internally: we are?) round one comes to a close. the judges are eliminating two teams this round. neil and kevin make it through along with renee and andrew, and then matt and dan. the only complaint on their cake was “too much lemon” from one of the judges. kevin disagreed.

round two: bake a cake with one hand tied to your partners. neil and kevin were side-eying each other. they worked well together, but not that well. once they started, neil looked to andrew and renee and saw them working perfectly, even though andrew looked like some kind of devil and renee some kind of angel. needless to say, kevin and neil weren’t that smooth. they constantly bumped into each other, fought over who was using the middle hand, and on top of that were trying to make a carrot cake with pineapple filling, topped with cream cheese frosting. “carrot cake. for your hair.” neil laughs, “is that supposed to be a joke?” “no,” kevin says more like a question. that was the only civil moment. neil felt weird the whole time touching kevin’s hand like that, but he didn’t think about it much. by the end of it, kevin and neil resented each other a little bit. the judge said that their cake was a little undercooked and that the warmness of it made the filling a weird texture, but they still went through due to dan and matt’s cake being overcooked and barely having any flavor.

round three: no rules. make the best cake you can. oh, wait, it has to be three layers and you have two and a half hours. kevin goes right into focus mode, and neil is left running around the kitchen. he runs into andrew and has deja vu, but that’s because he actually did run into the same looking midget. andrew doesn’t even react. just looks at him. they get into a stare down, and renee notices and comes over. “andrew, we have work to do.” and then they left. kevin asked what took so long because he didn’t even look up from dumping flour in. “wait, did you even grab the eggs?” neil has to go back to the fridge for the eggs. this round they’re making a chocolate espresso cake with maple frosting, topped with candied bacon. it comes down to the wire, and kevin and neil do argue a bit, but they finish when the count gets to one. and, you know what, they’re proud of it. neil hugs kevin when they get to zero, and kevin is completely still for a second before he reciprocates. the judges love their cake, but they also love andrew and renee’s cake. and the winner is...........andrew and renee.

they go back home, and they’re exhausted. they don’t talk to each other for a whole week, mostly disappointed in theirselves, but they’re also reflecting. neil has lots of time to think, and he thinks that he doesn’t really want to not bake with kevin anymore. neil started his bakery because baking was one consistent thing his mother did for him before and after she had to take neil and run away to another state because of his abusive father. she never missed a birthday, until she died, and then neil baked himself a birthday cake, and he realized that he was actually good at this from the few things he learned over the years. neil baked because he was connected to his mother (and because he just really was good at it), but with kevin, neil felt like he could utilize that skill in more meaningful ways. kevin made him think about what ingredients to mix, to think outside of the box, to play with things. kevin lit a lot of fires, and neil wasn’t ready to put them out.

so, he drove to the town over and went to kevin’s bakery. apparently, he’d been working the whole week and not giving himself time to rest, which sounded a lot like him. not that neil rested either, because he didn’t. kevin asked what neil was doing there, and neil asked if he could go bake something in the kitchen. “i guess...just don’t mess up anything i have premade in there.” kevin works the counter for a little bit, his other workers are off today for covering all his shifts during the competition, and so neil’s alone in the kitchen. neil baked kevin a lemon carrot cake. when he sees it, kevin doesn’t get it. and so neil has to spell it out. “i want to keep baking with you, but i also want to keep learning things about you. i want to know you, i want to understand you, and never in my life have i wanted that with anybody. i want...you, really.” kevin’s brain explodes a bit, and he has to force himself to say, “okay,” because his brain can’t translate holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit fast enough. “okay?” “yeah. okay.” neil kisses kevin.

they smoosh their bakerys together and live happily ever after the end

[aftgficrec]

Anonymous said: do you know some christmas aus/fics?? or maybe november/decemberish?? or even just some winter aus pls❤️ i love your page :))

Annnd we’re back with part 2, Christmas! There are many more one-shots for this, so y’all feel free to ask for more. Plus, December staff recs are coming; care to guess the theme? 🥰- A

Here’s part 1 of this ask, winter

previous recs with Hanukkah

‘Blessed Are You’ (Jewish Neil) here

‘I get why Aaron and Neil aren’t friends…’ (Jewish Neil) here 

‘seven years that andrew minyard does not catch fire …’ (Jewish Neil) here

(find our Jewish Neil Josten tag here)

previous recs with Christmas

‘white sleeves’ here

‘First Christmas’ here

‘happy holidays from the foxes’ here 

‘Son of a Exy!’ part 17 here

‘Andrew and Neil Family's Adventures’ part 14 here

‘The thunder for the storm’ here

‘All the Little Lights’ here

‘Love and Other Assorted Foolishness’ here

‘Amnesiac Christmas AU’ here

‘Twelve days of Christmas music’ (kandreil) here

‘Douce Nuit (Sainte Nuit)’ (neil/andrew/jean) here

‘Under the Christmas lights’ (nerik & twins) here

‘It’s Not Family Without Love’ (chapter 8, nerik & twins) here

‘traveled down the road and back again’ (AU) here

‘Bigger Than A Hexadecimal’ (AU) here

‘Settled’ (kandreil) and ‘hearts’ series (AU) here

‘Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder’ (AU) here

‘Surreal But Nice’ (AU) here

‘paint my body gold’ (jerejean) here

‘Coupure Électrique’ (jerejean) here

‘my midwinter sun’ (jerejean) here

‘rayons du soleil’ (jerejean Hanahaki disease) here

‘Whispers in the leaves, shadows in the moonlit night’ (Nightmare Before Christmas AU) and ‘feels like tragedy's at hand’ (werewolves) here

‘morbid stuff’ part 2 (kevineil, fantasy) here

Snow Angels by ihaveacleverfandomurl [Rated G, 1394 Words, Complete, AFTG Winter Exchange 2019]

The Foxes aren’t going to let Neil spend Christmas alone this time.

Twelve Days of Christmas by nothingbutajunkie [Rated G, 4283 Words, Complete, 2020]

Neil didn’t understand why Andrew was suddenly giving him all these gifts.

Life of the Party by MusicandDancingThroughLife [Rated G, 1560 Words, Complete, 2020]

Erik and Nicky spend Christmas Eve with each other, decorating for the holiday. Lots of fluff.

Happy Together by wesawbears [Rated G, 1034 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange 2017]

Just in time for Christmas, Nicky and Erik's family grows unexpectedly.

25 Days of Foxmas (2018) series by kiraisstillhere [Not Rated, 8509 Words, Incomplete, 2018]

A 10-fic series (to date) of holiday vignettes featuring Andreil, Katelyn/Aaron, Renison, Jerejean, Kevin/Thea with Wymack, and Nerik

Renison Christmas prompt fill by @zeniksnina [Tumblr, 2017]

- Normally they and Dan go up to see Dan’s sisters, but Allison and Renee just bought their first apartment together so they host this year!

tw: past eating disorders

my midwinter sun by poetatertot [Rated T, 3307 Words, Complete, AFTG Holiday Fanzine 2019]

Even with Jean’s initial effort to keep to himself, he knew too much. He knew how Jeremy liked his coffee (sweet); he knew Jeremy preferred citrus over chocolate. He knew Jeremy was the eldest of five children, and that he majored in business. He knew his favorite color was red.

He knew how Jeremy smiled, bright and dimpled. He knew how that smile made him feel—something terrifying, like a trapped bird that ached to fly free.

Jean swallowed hard. How could he give a gift better than that?

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Hang a Shining Star by @nekojitachan [Tumblr Fic, 2017]

“I got u in an office secret santa and i no Nothing about u so now i have to get to know u so i can buy u a gift”

Christmasy things to think about hc by @higgins5 [Tumblr, 2017]

You know, I think we should take a moment and think about how, before the foxes Neil, Kevin and Andrew probably never had a real Christmas

tw: implied/referenced rape/non con

Christmas to Andrew Minyard by @bramlouisgreenfeld [Tumblr Fic, 2016]

Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

Art

Andreil under the mistletoe art by @coldcigarettes

Andreil, Sir & King under the Christmas tree animation by @psuvevo

it makes me happy thinking about these losers on Christmas art by @snackboiminyard 

“Enjoy your last Christmas, junkie” comic by @requiemofkings