#jsteneil

they’re too short to reach them when they’re standing

12. favorite character to write about this year

always Neil. he’s such a sarcastic shit; I love him.

15. something you learned this year

that actually trying to be social with other people can make your fandom experience better

18. current number of wips

oh ,, oh no ,,,, i was so hoping i’d get away with not having to talk about the cursed mess that is velcro ,,,, look it’s a fic where everything is the same but andrew can’t tie shoelaces so he wears velcro shoes and neil thinks it’s hot (for the record, i blame nico entirely for this)

iambic pentameter though !!! ooh that’s a sad one,, it’s about nicky’s depression (though to be fair it also features his subsequent recovery and erik’s endless support, i promise it’s not all angst). i’ll leave the opening below but tw/ for mental illness, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implicit references to self-harm and eating disorders.

Okay, so I hope you’re not mad at me for this, but since I got 22 in another ask and cause inspiration hit me when i read the original prompt you sent me (which was “It looks good on you.”), I decided to write that instead! Hope you enjoy it either way!

Read it on ao3

Andrew’s first mistake was accepting to go with Neil to the upperclassmen’s ‘onesie halloween party’. The second one, was letting Nicky pick his and Neil’s onesies for them. Andrew couldn’t have been bothered to do it and he knew Neil had shit taste when it came to clothing, so Nicky seemed to be a harmless enough pick. Except it wasn’t, as Andrew would find out on the night of the party.

The party -although it looked more like their usual movie nights (granted that now all of the foxes were here at the promise of alcohol and, in Andrew’s case, free candy)- was held in the girls’ room, everyone already there by the time Neil and Andrew arrived. All activity seemed to cease as soon as they entered: Matt and Dan were stiffling a laugh, Kevin stopped drinking to gape at them and money exchanged hands as they were making their way to the middle of the room, where the foxes created some sort of blanket fort littered with candy wrappers and solo cups. Andrew ignored their stares and settled on the outskirts of their little circle, while Neil got swept up by the rest of them, in a wave of compliments and grins.

happy valentine’s day, @jsteneil! i saw that the @aftgexchange needed a last minute pitchhit that could involve a harry potter au and couldn’t stop myself from leaping on it,,, i hope you like it, all 2.8k words of pure slice of life at Hogwarts!<3

summary:

Neil meant to say something, but Andrew grabbed his chin, expression unreadable. He turned Neil’s face from side to side, seemingly looking for something. “You look like shit.”

“I’m just cold,” Neil responded defensively. He hadn’t thought he was looking particularly bad today.

“No, you’re definitely coming down with something,” Andrew dismissed Neil’s answer, dropping his hand back down to his side. “Cough.”

“What-”

“Just do it.”

Neil, slow to pick up on what Andrew was trying to get at, forced a cough out of his throat. It was pretty pathetic, but hey, he wasn’t the most practiced in faking illness.