I JUST FINISHED TSC!!!!

JEREJEAN ARMY FOLLOW ME.

(tsc spoilers?)

Andrew isn’t stupid. He knows Neil is touch starved. He’s noticed the way Neil melts under him when they kiss, the way he stills and shivers at Andrew’s fingers sliding under his shirt. He’s noticed the uncertain hunger in Neil’s gaze when Andrew pulls away after getting both of them off. Like he wants something more, but he doesn’t quite know how to ask for it. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Neil doesn’t ask for it. Or at least, he doesn’t ask Andrew.

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I literally forget that Andrew and Aaron are canonically indistinguishably identical and people can only tell them apart by Andrews armbands because they also DRESS the same. In my mind for some reason they look completely different.

My finished Andreil piece 🧡 I changed a few things and I like it more now. Chubby Andrew is my truth.

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I got a commission from @emry-stars-art of my Professor Neil AU!

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Based on my professor Neil Au where Neil is a college professor and a below the knee amputee with a mobility support dog named Duke :)

You can read it here: Professor Neil!

currently in desperate need of completed time travel fix it fics where both Andrew and Neil go back to first year and fix everything so no one has trauma and they be the murder husbands that we know and love and the foxes are very confused as to how tf andrew and neil know each other and whether they're dating or not

i might just have to write it myself...

my favorite thing about fanfic is that we're all just making shit up (affectionate) but sometimes y'all are really just making shit up (derogatory)

Okay so this has very probably already been done before, but the thought stuck with me so I had to share it with y'all:

Andreil Soulmate au - you only see colors after you’ve looked into your soulmates eyes for the first time

The burst of colors is the real reason why Neil feels like he can't breathe after he looks up to see who slammed the racquet in his chest. He’s used to pain, but - colors? There’s no reaction from Andrew, but Neil is too stunned to really care. There's colors now. Colors. The onslaught of bright orange at the Foxes court beats the rest. Neil loves it. But Andrew doesn't say anything. Ever. So of course Neil assumes it's one sided. Of course he thinks he doesn't get more and of course he accepts it. But it's Andrew. It's only ever Andrew for him. Later Neil will go to the Nest and it’s almost like it’s the distance from Andrew that drains the colors from that place. Everything just seems so much more alive when Neil is back.

For Andrew there is no burst of color when he sees Neil. Only some time later, when he gets off his meds the next time, there’s something. It's not a burst. It's just a slow leak.. some colors here, some colors there. Mostly gone again when he takes his meds. Naturally, Andrew assumes it's a fuck up. A glitch. A mistake. Naturally, Andrew assumes he doesn't actually deserve a soulmate. He's Andrew Minyard of course. So he ignores the colors. Monsters don’t get soulmates.

But eventually - eventually he starts putting it together. He's sober. The colors stay and so does Neil. And why else would he be able to see colors, if not to see the vibrant red of Neil's hair, the bright blue of Neil's eyes. Andrew knows.

They never talk about it, but one day Andrew comments on a color and Neil is absolutely fucking shocked.  There’s a silent hiss of ‘idiot’, a hushed ‘yes or no?’ and the rest is history.

some quotes I pulled from my Andreil reincarnation fic. it's a wip (fyi dark and stormy is Kevin)

It’s once again time for a reread of one of my favorite AFTG fanfictions by @gluupor

This will be my 6th reread of this fic, it’s become a comfort read for me ❤️

for research purposes (whatever wins goes in the andreil smut fic)

Calling all the aftg fandom. 🦊☀️🗣

SOOO, in TSC it's confirmed that Jean is 19, but im confused, how old is Jeremy then? I used to think he was the same age as Kevin, between 21-22 or just on his 20s.

Collab with sundowne on AO3 for her amazing andreil fic, “Firelight”, as part of a birthday gift for @butallmystars. I had so much fun working on this - happy (belated) birthday, Eve!

You can read “Firelight” here

Neil josten is the worst fucking narrator ever when it comes to his feelings cause the whole time his internal monologue is like, “Andrew is being cranky” “mafia mafia mafia im going to die” “exy exy exy exy” “I’m scared”, “Andrew is a nice listener. He kisses well.Andrew gave me a cigarette .” “my head hurts” and then all of sudden his dialogue to Andrew is like. “I only want you.” “You are everything to me.” “You make me feel safe” “we are going to be together forever.” Like??????

I have to say the role reversal au that me and @paradoxolotl are working on is coming along very nicely 👌 (1st screenshot is written by para, 2nd two by me)

Late Night Studying Andreil

(Posted to twitter as well! Also writing it currently but here's the idea that I couldn't get out of my head last night)

It's late, Neil's been at the library for hours. Calling off evening practice and heading to study after the Foxes practice ended. It's Friday, dead day on campus where classes are canceled in preparation for finals week starting Monday. He knows it's late. Knows he's been studying and working for too long as now he's yawning and fighting to keep his eyes open.

It's then he hears someone walking behind, deliberately making their footfalls louder. They jingle their keys in their pocket and Neil knows who it is. He's always been able to recognize Andrew's walking pattern over the others. Andrew doesn't say anything but he steps up right against the back of Neil's chair. Leaning forward to look at the textbook and papers scattered about the table. Andrew is warm where he's pressed against Neil's back. His weight is a comfort. Andrew reaches over to flick one of the papers, sending it fluttering over the table. Neil rolls his eyes and drags it back (it has the formulas he's memorizing on it). For a moment, it's just them in gentle silence. Content and comfortable in the presence of each other. Andrew breathing out heavily before he pulls off of Neil, leaving only warm lips to the curve of Neil's neck before he's gone.

Neil isn't worried, Andrew always comes back.

He keeps working and studying. It isn't long till Andrew is back, quieter this time now that Neil is aware he's there. There's no brief warning in the jingle of keys or the scuff of boots as Andrew returns pressed to his back again. He has the height advantage with Neil seated and it's hardly a secret that Andrew enjoys it. His arm moves around Neil, a small cup with stream curling up from the lid is placed directly on top of the problem he'd been working on. Neil huffs and leans back into Andrew's body. His hands curl around the cup, warmth seeping into his fingers. Andrew returns his lips to the last place they were. Creating a line from Neil's shoulder and up his neck. It ends with a kiss to his jaw and gentle teeth around his earlobe. Neil laughs, hands gentle as he brings them up and drags his knuckles over whatever skin they find before he gentle pushes Andrew off of him. The blond goes easily, dropping into the vacant chair beside him and tearing a page out of Neil's notebook. Neil sips the tea he's been gifted greedily, eyes back on his work as he continues on. Andrew beside him folding the paper as many times as he can before unraveling it and tearing along the newly formed lines. His space becomes a winter wonderland of torn paper.

It isn't long until Neil is stretching a his arms up and bending backwards to pop his spine, deciding he's down for the night. Packing up his things and slinging his bag over his shoulders they head out. Andrew's destruction winds up in the recycling bin, flakes falling from his hands like snow. Taking Andrew's hand as they walk back to Fox Tower is the easiest thing to do. He swings them gently.