#kirsctein

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Trick or treat! 🧙‍♀️🔮✨

Verdict: TREAT!

more jerejean! :D (continued from here)

Jeremy's expression tinges with sympathy and quiet rage. After a long second, Jeremy raises his hand again. This time he brushes Jean's hair off his forehead, his touch feather-light but lingering. When Jean doesn't move away, Jeremy's fingers push gently into Jean's hair, barely scratching an itch he hadn't yet felt. It's nice. Jean doesn't say so.

"He can never hurt you again." Jeremy's voice comes out a whisper, but it's fierce. "No one is ever going to hurt you again."

"So you say."

"I hope someday you'll believe me." Jeremy gives Jean's scalp another soft scritch before taking his hand away. It takes everything in Jean not to chase after it, after Jeremy as he starts to leave the room.

"Jeremy," Jean says abruptly. When Jeremy turns to give him a questioning brow, Jean doesn't have any clue why he stopped him. Jean just swallows. "Thank you."

Jeremy lights up with a smile bright as a sunbeam and Jean is overcome with a feeling he hoped he'd buried in South Carolina. (The one that died when Kevin left. The one revived by a few text messages with Renee. The one that's constantly and consistently fucked him over since the first time he ever felt it.)

He ignores it. Tries to.

Fails, when Jeremy licks his lips.

"Anytime." Jeremy says softly, then he clicks his tongue and points his thumb towards the kitchen. "Guess I better go supervise."

With that, the moment is broken and Jean is infinitely thankful. He stands up. "You mean you're going to steal bits of the vegetables as Cat cuts them up."

"Well, duh, someone has to make sure they're not poisoned."

[aanyaforger]

tagged by @kirsctein thank you!!!

Rules: Tag 15 people at the end of this challenge!

Five Things You’ll Find in My Bag:

wallet

a book

supermarket recipet

pencil case

sketchbook

Five Things You’ll Find In My Bedroom:

art books

laptop

food

textbooks

art supplies

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

go to japan

take a watercolor class

Take the folklore class with Steve!!! Whoa his folklore stories are so interesting!!!

Go to a U2 concert (;A; so sad I didn’t go to the Joshua Tree Concert bc it’s my favorite album and my favorite U2 song is on that album)

????

Five things that make me feel happy:

the people around me (aka my family and friends)

pokemon

going to art school!!! 

MY DOG

Team Rocket in the newest episode of Pokemon Sun and Moon!!!

Five things I’m currently into:

Love Live! Sunshine!!

Queen - You Don’t Fool Me

Queen - The Great Pretender

Riding my bike to school!!!

Maine!!!!

Five things on my to-do list:

painting homework

PERSPECTIVE HOMEWORK (pls save me im not kidding)

Try to go to another life drawing class on Saturday

Anatomy Test

Watch the newest episode of Love Live Sunshine (whoa i’m finally home and i’ll finally be able to watch it right when it comes out I haven’t done that yet)

tagging (i’m not going to tag 15 people): @whiteswordmoon, @kishitan-iis, @ponchizs, @kaiyochins, @kxrosawa

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii may i request some mafia boyos? ❤️❤️ hope you’ll have a great week Aerie!

WIP Wednesday (5/28)| Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 322)

Kevin flinches just slightly, but Jean squeezes his shoulders yet again. It's magnificent to think he had a calm down button all this time and Andrew never knew. How handy it could've been!

"I'm not gay. I like... women too, sometimes."

"Still not straight." Andrew points out. He has no idea what this conversation is about anymore. But arguing pedantics with Kevin Day is something he remembers like the back of his hand. He falls into it and Kevin pushes back, looking just as aggravated as he used to whenever Andrew would make a game of pissing him off.

"I said it was easier. I never said I was."

"Touché," Andrew says, but he pronounces it wrong. Toosh. Jean's face pinches hilariously.

"Andrew," Neil begins, drawing Andrew's attention. Oh, how had he lost it? "We were talking about you joining Kevin's team."

"Oh right. No." Andrew tells Kevin. "By the way, Moreau, you need to work on your caramel. Gritty."

"What are you now, a food critic?" Jean says contemptuously. At his tone something lights in Andrew's chest. He locks eyes with a pair of gray ones.

"I'm the man who saved your boyfriend's life. And the man he kissed during a panic attack. And the man who looked for him for six fucking hours the night he disappeared. For all the trouble he gave me, I think you owe me decent caramel. Do you disagree?"

Jean's mouth opens and he looks down at Kevin before turning his gaze back on Andrew. Then he and Kevin are passing French words back and forth and Andrew doesn't understand any of it, but it sounds sort of... nice. Just as it had out of Neil's mouth earlier. As if on cue, Neil jumps into their conversation and Jean looks at Andrew yet again before answering him. Neil raises his hands and backs off, leaving the two alone.

"Care to fill me in, Neil? I've never learned the art of gibberish." Andrew says in German, halting the French. Neil doesn't get a chance to translate to any language before Jean steps out from behind Kevin's chair. He swallows and Andrew watches his throat move.

"Thank you." He says in English. "For taking care of him. I'll work on the caramel. It will be better next time." Then he turns on his heel and goes back to the kitchen. Andrew blinks at his retreating form, wondering if Hell has just frozen over. From the looks on Kevin and Neil's faces, they're wondering the same.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hi Aerie <33 may I request some mafia front? I’m glad Neil didn’t forget Andrew in the fridge 🙈 hope you’ll have a great week!

WIP Wednesday (2/5) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 275)

ANDREW

"Shouldn't you pick up the icky bits before you try to mop?" Andrew asks, noting the brain matter and slivers of skull at Neil's feet. It is quite a grisly scene, but it doesn't phase Andrew. Not really. He's seen the same, in textbooks and TV shows and slapped across faded wallpaper. Aaron's clothes. He raises his gaze to Neil's annoyed face.

"What are you, a crime scene cleaner?"

"No, I just have a bit of common sense." Andrew counters, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side. Neil holds out the mop.

"You want to do this?"

"Not my job, Neil." Andrew says, flicking his fingers. Neil scowls at him, but Andrew ignores him. He crosses the floor and heaves himself onto the restaurant's order counter to watch Neil work. It takes him a little longer than it should— because he did not remove the solids first— but Andrew doesn't point that out. He just watches Neil's back, elbows, ass, as he cleans up the floor.

When he's finally done, Neil lugs his bucket of filth to the bathroom. Andrew watches him go, spinning around on the countertop to do so. He sits there, staring at the bathroom door and listening to Neil curse as he flushes the evidence, with his feet on the built-in desk on the inside of the counter. That's when he notices something interesting tucked into a recess in the wood. A small black book. Andrew swipes it and flips it open, eyes widening at the names and figures inside.

The names are surely fake ones, unless Neil's uncle seriously knows people named 'Benjamin Buttons' or 'Sally Sunshine'. He wonders exactly what this ledger is for, what Stuart does to make his apparent fortune. A few things come to mind and none of them are pretty. Drugs, guns, human trafficking—

Andrew goes still, his stomach turning more at that thought than it had at the head guts. Is Neil involved in shit like that? Surely not. Not Neil.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy birthday to your puppy!! 💕 may I request some guardian angel Neil (my beloved)?

I’m not up to date with your aus rn (shame on me) but I keep thinking about them all the time…! 🥰 hope you’ll have a good week!!

WIP Wednesday (7/10) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 206)

Andrew ignores his twin, focusing on Kevin. “Did he work for the Moriyamas, Kevin?”

Green eyes go wide, “Wha-?”

“I just said he was a gangster who killed people because it was business. You just said you met him once when you were a kid. When you were a kid, you were under the care of Tetsuji who is Kengo’s brother. Did he work for Kengo?”

“I… Yes. He showed up at the Castle once and we. um… We had to…” Kevin says, suddenly far away. 

“Had to what?” Nicky asks, hanging on the edge of his seat.

After a barely concealed shudder, Kevin shakes his head. His voice is raspy when he says, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh come on! This is the first interesting thing you’ve ever said—”

“Nicky.” Andrew warns, when Kevin’s brow furrows. 

“What? It’s true! It’s always exy with this one.”

“We’re done talking about Nathan,” Andrew insists. Then he thinks of a critical question. “Almost. Kevin, I heard he had a son who went missing. Did you meet him too?”

“Yes. He was a pretty decent backliner and— Wait a second,” Kevin cuts off to think for a moment. “Na— Nathan’s son isn’t public knowledge, Andrew. How did you—”

“Dunno,” Andrew lies. “Interesting though, isn’t it?”

“Wonder what happened to him,” Nicky says, still invested.

“Nothing good, I’m sure,” Kevin says softly, looking down at his feet. Andrew knows he’s right, but he can’t say. So he merely sighs before twisting back towards his desk. After a moment of silence, the TV comes back to life and everyone resumes their own activities.

Andrew circles the Butcher’s name and shuts his notebook.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

omfg the mer au??! if I may request some more of it 🙇‍♀️🫶 so excited!

WIP Wednesday (5/1) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 2)

“We just had to nab the little bastard on the hottest day of the year.” Romero mutters, sounding as miserable as Nathaniel feels. Nathaniel thinks it serves him right, but doesn’t make it known. Instead he just slowly bounces his leg and tries not to let himself panic. Panic is useless. Especially when he’s already caught in a snare with nowhere to run.

-

For a while, the three of them sit in complete silence in the suffocating heat. Nathaniel has sweat dripping from every pore and he’d kill for a bottle of water. Of course, he’d never ask for it. His luck they’d produce a bottle of cyanide from under the seat and dare him to refuse it.

No, he tells himself. If they were going to kill him they’d have already done it. They’re taking him home like Lola said. And that means Nathan himself is waiting for him. God, the thought makes Nathaniel’s stomach roil. Or, maybe it’s heat sickness. He doubts it.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve got to roll the windows down at least. Get a little air moving in this bitch.” Romero says. It sounds like he’s making a statement, but really he’s asking permission from Satan’s favorite child. Because Lola is in charge here and all three of them know it.

“Just yours.” Lola says, waving her right hand, the one that's not on Nathaniel's wrist. “We’re fine back here, aren’t we Junior?”

Nathaniel nods obediently and Lola grins. Romero rolls down both the front windows, but it doesn’t help in the slightest. The car’s barely moved in the last five minutes and there’s not even the slightest hint of a breeze, so they’re just cooking this deathtrap of a sedan. And they will be for a long while, judging by the scene laid before him. Traffic around here is a nightmare on a good day, which today decidedly is not, and it’s bumper to bumper for what seems to be miles. They might as well be in a parking lot.

What an idiot Romero must be. Why he’d have chosen this road, which leads right into Los Angeles, is beyond Nathaniel. It makes no sense. It— Nathaniel glances at the dashboard where a GPS is shoddily mounted to the A/C vents. They're headed for the airport, which he figured, but... Oh.

Romero took a wrong turn, he bets. He was probably supposed to take Santa Monica Boulevard, not the freeway. Well, at least he hasn’t gotten any smarter since Nathaniel’s been away. That’s sort of reassuring.

“What are you smiling for, Nathaniel?”

Nathaniel wipes the grin off his face and clears his throat. “I’m just happy to see you, Lola. It’s been so long.”

“It has.” She says, leering at him like he’s a piece of meat. Her free hand grips the side of his face and turns him to look at her. “You’re all grown up now. You look just like your father, you know.”

“He really does," Romero says, looking into the rear view mirror. "It’s sorta eerie.”

“It’s not eerie, it's genetics,” Lola says, rolling her eyes. Then she finally releases Nathaniel’s face, he turns away from her to look out the window even though there’s nothing to see. Wait. Nathaniel’s eyes slide down to double check what he just saw.

The door isn’t locked. 

Maybe there’s a way out of this net after all.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wipw aerie! may i request some guardian angel neil (my beloved)? ♡

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 140)

“Yes!” Nicky claps excitedly. “We’ll all be so fucking cute! What are we going to be?”

“Since it’s two days till Halloween, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’ll be slim pickings.” Kevin says, then he plops his headphones back on. He’s probably right, but who is Andrew to deny his cousin a trip to the mall?

“Oh. That’s true.” Nicky starts to pout. “If all else fails, we could always sneak into the upperclassmens’ dorms and steal their sheets.”

“Why…?” Kevin asks, his face scrunched in confusion.

“To make ghosts, duh.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, “Because they don’t hate us enough.”

“Personally, I’m rooting for that idea.” Andrew says, because he loves pissing people off. Especially the upperclassmen. He wonders what color ghost Renee’s sheets would make and how angry she would get. She wouldn’t. Not outwardly anyway.

Even if she got angry at him, Neil would—

Oh shit. Neil is real now. And he already has it out for Renee because of that sparring accident the other day. Andrew remembers Neil’s knife and thinks that maybe they shouldn’t piss anyone off. Just in case.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy wipw and also happy tsc release week !! ♡ may I request some mafia front restaurant? (*'ω`*ʃƪ)

WIP Wednesday (4/10) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 132)

“What was the verdict? Am I allowed to stay?” Andrew asks when Neil comes back out. He gestures to the kitchen. “Now that you’ve discussed with the council, I mean.”

Neil makes a face, “I wouldn’t call Jean and me a council.”

“Ah, but you’re forgetting your third member.” Andrew says, wagging a finger. When Neil opens his mouth, Andrew holds up his hand. “Don’t bother. You can’t lie him away this time.”

“I can’t?”

“No. I’m afraid Kevin is a bit too loud to ignore.” Andrew admits. Hearing Kevin's voice again, even from another room, did something to Andrew’s stomach that he’s trying his best to ignore.

“God, tell me about it,” Neil grumbles, rolling his eyes. Andrew raises a brow at that, but Neil just shakes his head. “I asked and Jean is making bœuf bourguignon today.”

“Bœuf bourguignon, huh? I thought this was supposed to be an Italian place.” Andrew says, thinking of the spaghetti he was served during his first two visits despite the French name on the sign.

Neil bites his lip. “New management.”

“So soon?”

“Yes. What do you think about the menu for today?”

“Huh. I’ve never had it before. What is it exactly?”

“Uh. Stew, I think.” Neil guesses with a shrug. “I’m not really sure. Whatever it is, it takes forever apparently. It won’t be ready until dinner time. So if you don’t want to stay—”

“No, I don’t mind. I have nowhere else to be. And I like pancakes. So jot me down a pile of those, would you?” 

Neil’s mouth pops open. “How did you—”

“I just told you. I heard Kevin say, ‘You’re making pancakes?!’ like an excitable toddler.” Andrew says, pitching his voice higher in a bad imitation. Neil lets out a breath.

“Okay. I’ll tell Jean you’re staying. And I’ll get us something to drink while I’m back there.”

“Us? You’re going to join me?”

“If that’s alright,” Neil says, looking about as sheepish as the nephew of a mob boss can.

Andrew nods after a second. “It is.”