#and laila’s shopping w jean

[jeanmoroses]

tsc social media au part four

sorry guys i had to get through like an entire mountain of summer school assignments (biggest mistake of my fucking life i’m STILL working on it)

ok listen i know realistically neil would not touch social media with a ten foot pole but he’s too unhinged for me to not capitalize (here’s a min cai ver anyway i love her)

[transgenderboobs]

jerejean 32 + 11

32 - Date night gone wrong + 11 - “Need some help?” 

idk why/how this happened but this somehow turned into a sort of coffee shop au where jean works at a café where jeremy winds up on a really crappy coffee date w someone else and they meet after everything goes to shit hdfgdjfg 

Jean thought that when he finally got away from Riko and moved from West Virginia to California he was getting a fresh start. But then he got a job at a coffee shop five minutes out from a college with a population of 40,000 students, and now he was convinced he’d simply traded one hell for another.

Of course, that wasn’t true. He had friends and a life and he got to see the sky whenever he wanted. Still, sometimes it felt that way when he had to work the morning shift, when the rush of USC students came in. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d survived his first one. 

Things had gotten marginally easier since he became friends with Laila, the shift manager. She tried to give him late shifts as often as she could, which Jean was eternally grateful for. He wasn’t naturally a morning person if given a choice in the matter.

Still, even working the later shifts got hectic sometimes. It came with the territory of selling caffein within walking distance of a college. 

Jean and Laila were doing a bit of cleanup after a massive rush came in around dinner time. The shop had mostly emptied out by now, but there were stray coffee cups and empty sugar packets left scattered around the place.

Jean was collecting mugs from one of the tables when Laila appeared at his side and bumped her hip against his. “Hey,” she said, “I’m gonna take my fifteen. Sara’s in class all day and I wanted to call her during her break. You got this?”

Jean glanced down at her and nodded. “Sure,” he said. “Go ahead.”

“Awesome, thanks,” Laila said with a grin, squeezing his shoulder and heading to the back room to slip out the back exit for her break. Jean could remember a time when Laila’s attempts at casual touches had made his skin crawl. Now they seemed natural, and it was weird when he went a full day without some sort of affectionate touch from his friend.

Jean finished up what he was doing and then, with nothing else to do, he headed back behind the counter in case anyone came in. In the meantime he took to rearranging the pastry display just to have something to do with his hands. He still got fidgety being left alone sometimes.

Jean managed to smack his head on the top of the pastry case when he heard the little bell above the door gingle, telling him someone was entering the shop. 

He managed to hide his wince as he made his way back over to the cash register to take the orders of the two boys who’d just came in from outside. Judging by the obnoxiously bright red sweatshirts they were both wearing, Jean figured they were more USC students, maybe stragglers from the earlier rush or something. 

They hardly seemed to be paying attention to what they were doing; when they got the the register one of them was laughing so hard at whatever the other had said he let out a very inelegant snort, and the other pulled his phone out of his pocket just seconds before they reached the register. Jean disliked them already, but he disliked most of his customers, so that was pretty normal.

“What can I get for you?” Jean asked, trying his best to keep his polite customer voice in check.

It took a moment, but the boys finally turned their attention on him. “Right, yeah,” the first guy said. He stopped laughing, but he was still beaming. He had a nice smile, even if Jean hated his guts on principal. “Um, I’ll have a mocha with two shots of caramel and one of hazelnut. Iced. And whatever he’s having.”

“Just large green tea. With ice.”

Since there was no one else in line and no other drinks to make, Jean didn’t bother asking for their names, and got to work after swiping the first guys’ debit card. The two of them headed over to a table at the far end of the shop, right by the window. Jean liked to sit at that table with Laila to chat whenever their breaks lined up. the giant floor-to-ceiling, west-facing windows right behind it let in so much light. It was a nice view.

Jean took the drinks over to their table when they were ready, just nodding at the boys’ obligatory thank you’s. Jean retreated back behind the counter, trying to find something to busy himself with. As much as he hated the early morning rushes, he hated down time like this almost as much. He never knew what to do with himself when he was idle like this.

Luckily, or maybe not, depending on how he looked at the situation, Jean wasn’t idle for long.

A couple more people came in to order, but they both took their coffees to-go and left quick enough. By the time the last woman left with her extra-large black coffee, the two guys who’d come in earlier seemed to be arguing about something. Jean tried not to pay any attention, but they were being very animated about it, even if they were keeping their voices down.

Jean only caught snippets of what was going on, but from what he could gather, the two of them were on what seemed to be a spectacularly awful date. Or maybe they were in the middle of a breakup. Or maybe both. Jean continued to do his best to ignore them.

He was doing pretty well at it until one of them abruptly stood from the table, knocking into it with his hip as he did so. The entire table rocked, causing both of the drinks to tip and spill all over the table, the floor, and the other guy.

Jean cringed internally. Both drinks had had their lids off, and tea and coffee was swirling together on the table top and dripping everywhere. The guy still at the table had sprung to his feet as well, but he looked too stunned to do anything besides watch coffee drip off his shirt with his mouth open.

He finally snapped out of it when the boy who’d spilled the drinks stalked off and made for the door. He sort of half-turned, and called out for him to wait, but it was like he’d kind of expected that not to work because he was turning away almost as soon as the word was finished leaving his mouth.

Jean gave his head a little shake and ducked down behind the counter to where they kept a stash of rags. It wasn’t his job to worry about some random guys’ social lives, but it was his job (literally) to clean up the mess they’d just made.

On Jena’s way over to the table, the remaining boy had almost emptied the napkin holder and was using the napkins to try and mop up the spilled coffee and tea on the floor. Jean wasn’t used to customers having even an ounce of consideration.

Jean realized he’d slowed, and picked up his pace again, until he reached the table. Jean thought it might be awkward to just intrude on this guy’s space with no warning, so he stopped and cleared his throat. “Need some help?”

Jean was not expecting to startle him so bad that he jerked and knocked his head on the underside of the table. Jean winced internally. He should probably apologize, but he was beaten to the punch when the other guy started blabbering.

“Oh, shit, uh,” he stammered, looking up at Jean with wide, helpless eyes. “No, it’s fine, I’ve got it.”

Jean had not expected that answer, and it took him by surprise. He elected to just ignore it; he was pretty sure he’d get in trouble if he just let a customer mop up a spill with a handful of napkins. Things would be sticky for days. “Okay,” Jean said, and then bent down to help clean up.

“No, seriously,” he said, casting a dismayed look over at Jean and running his free hand through his hair, thoroughly mussing it up in the process. “I can handle it.”

“It’s my job to handle it,” Jean told him, not even looking up.

“But it’s my mess!”

“You are just going to make it worse smearing it around like that, and I don’t want to get fired because some silly university student feels guilty,” Jean snapped, and immediately regretted it. Thank god it was just him around right now. If his manager had been in the store he would’ve had his ass handed to him.

It got even worse when Jean looked up to him to see that he actually had tears in his eyes.

Jean cursed under his breath, his hand clenching into a fist around the rag. Jean had had thousands of shitty customers, but this is the one he snaps at? “I’m sorry,” Jean said, “That was very rude. I–”

“No,” the guy said, shaking his head and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. “You’re right. Anyway, I should be the one apologizing for fucking up your store.”

Jean sighed. “I was rude, and I apologize,” he said, and then, because he couldn’t make this any worse (right?) he added, “And it was not you who made the mess. It seemed to me that it was the other guy did that.”

That started a laugh from him, even as a tear finally broke free and slipped down his cheek. Jean looked away, not really wanting to be witness to this strangers meltdown. “Yeah, okay, fair,” he said. “And you— you’re fine. Really. This—” he gestured at his own face. “This isn’t ‘cause of you. I— I think I just got dumped.”

Jean had no idea how to respond to that, but he felt silence would probably be rude, so he just said. “Oh. Sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t even know you. I shouldn’t just— dump all this one you. You’re just trying to do your job, I should shut up,” he rambled. “God. Sorry. I wish I could say I’m not usually this much of a mess. But. This is pretty par for the course, honestly.” He asked. 

Jean bit the inside of his cheek. He probably shouldn’t say what he wanted to say, but. Things had gotten pretty familiar between the two of them by this point, so what was the harm? “Well. That is one thing you and I have in common,” he half-mumbled.

That earned him another short laugh. “You seem pretty put together to me,” he commented.

Jean snorted. “Good. They pay me to look that way,” he said, gesturing around at the store with his free hand. “You should see me outside of this place.”

Another laugh, this one more genuine than the last ones. Or at least less hysterical. Jean couldn’t help but think this self-proclaimed mess of a man had a nice laugh, and felt a little prickle of pride for having earned it three times now. “Well, hey. You’re doing a good job,” he said. “You got my fooled me fooled.”

Jean hummed, biting back a smile of his own. At that point he’d pretty much gotten the mess on the floor cleaned up, and he stood to finish up with the table.

“Right, well. I should go before I fuck up your store anymore,” the guy said.

“Wait,” Jean said, looking up. “Let me remake your drink before you leave.”

“No, oh my god, you don’t have to do that,” he tried to argue. “I’ve already cost you so much time and energy and. You don’t need to.”

“I really do,” Jean told him. “My boss will have my ass if she hears I let you leave here without giving you a free drink after all that.”

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay,” Jean said, and left a rag on the table while he walked back behind the counter to make another mocha with caramel and hazelnut. It didn’t take long, and Jean handed the guy his drink, and then, after some additional I’m sorrys and thank yous, he left.

Jean watched him go, and after he was gone, it took him a moment to remember that he still had to finish cleaning up. 

Three weeks later, and Jean hadn’t seen any of his customers from that day come back in. Not that there was any customer in particular he was keeping an eye out for. It had just been another day, another disaster, Jean had no reason to think about it.

But he still did. He was really bad at lying to himself, and so he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t thinking about that day. Or more specifically, that boy who called himself a mess but had one of the prettiest smiles Jean had ever seen. 

And, god. Jean hated himself for thinking that; what kind of idiot got a crush on a random stranger who bought coffee from him once? Well. Apparently a very lonely, gay idiot who hadn’t had anything even resembling a boyfriend in a long time. So, in other words, someone exactly like Jean Moreau.

“Hey,” came Laila’s voice at Jean’s shoulder, snapping him out of his depressing reverie. “You wanna come hang out with Sara and I when your shift ends?” She asked.

“Sure,” Jean said. He’d been in his head too much lately. It would do him good to spend some time with other people outside of the café.

Laila beamed at him, hip-checking him on her way by as she passed him to bring a bin full of dirty cups back to the sink to be washed. “Great,” she said, and then threw him a look over her shoulder. “Oh, hey, also, just warning you, I think Sara’s gonna bring a friend. Jeremy. A guy she knows from her classes. He’s pretty cool.”

Jean frowned. “Wait,” he said, but Laila had already vanished into the backroom. He sighed, trying to replace the instant dread that had just sprung to life inside himself with something more like optimism. If Laila and Alvarez liked this guy, Jean supposed there was a good chance he might, too. He could at least give him a chance.

An hour later, Jean left the shop with Laila at his side, her arm hooked through his elbow as she texted someone, presumably her girlfriend. They’d been mistaken for a couple before when walking like this, which was laughable considering they were both gay. But the truth was that Laila was just a very physically affectionate person with her friends.

She finally looked up from her phone, stuffing it into the back pocket of her jeans. “We’re meeting them in ten down at the park,” she told him.

‘The park’ wasn’t actually a park, but just a stretch of grass with some trees and benches about halfway between Alvarez’s campus and the shop Laila and Jean worked at. 

Alvarez was sitting at a picnic table at the far end of the block. (Or, actually, on the table, because apparently the bench just didn’t cut it.) The person sitting beside her (also on the table) must’ve been the friend Laila mentioned. Jean mentally prepared himself for the hassle of meeting a new person, but as they got closer, Jean’s apprehension was replaced by pure shock.

Laila didn’t notice the way Jean stopped dead a few feet from the table. She was too busy greeting her girlfriend with a deep kiss.

For a moment, Jean thought he must be hallucinating or something, but then he saw the way Alvarez’s friend (Jeremy, Laila had said his name was) looked at him, his eyes going wide before he let out a quick laugh. “It’s you,” he said.

“It’s you,” Jean returned, unsure of what else to say.

Laila and Alvarez looked up, Laila’s brow furrowing and Alvarez looking between the two of them. “You guys know each other?” Alvarez asked.

“Um,” Jean said, swallowing.

“We met,” Jeremy said. “Once.”

Alvarez blinked. “What? When? How the fuck did I not know about this?”

Jean shot her a frown, but as usual, it had no effect. 

“Remember last month when I went on that really shitty blind date with Toby’s roommate?” He said.

Both girls nodded. “You mean the one where some rando spent half-an-hour ignoring you for his phone and then spilled coffee all over you and bailed?” Laila asked. “I seem to recall you mentioning it.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, “and then, um, remember—“

“Wait,” Alvarez cut him off. “Moreau is the hot barista you told us about? The one you wouldn’t fucking shut up about?”

Jean almost choked on the breath he was taking, and Jeremy practically squeaked out, “Sara!” 

Wide-eyed, Jeremy turned to Jean. “I didn’t— I don’t know your name. I didn’t know what else to call you, and I— don’t listen to her. She has it out for me. They both do.”

Jean stared back at him, the gears spinning in his head as he searched for some kind of response. “You can just call me Jean,” he finally said. “That’s my name.”

Jeremy blanched, and Alvarez snorted before bursting out laughing. “Wow,” she said. “Not even gonna cut him a little slack?”

Jean wasn’t entirely sure what she meant, but he pinched his brows together and frowned at her.

“Um” Jeremy said, drawing Jean’s attention back to him. “Right. Okay. I’m Jeremy, by the way.”

“I know,” Jean said, before he realized how creepy that sounded and had to add, “Laila told me. Before we arrived.”

“Okay,” Laila said, “I’m ready to be done with all this awkwardness. You’ve met. Jeremy thought you were hot. Let’s move on, yes?”

“Oh my god,” Jeremy said, dropping his face into his hands. “That’s so not helping.”

Jean stuffed his own hands into his pockets. By now he was fighting to suppress a grin. He thinks I’m hot, Jean kept thinking. Maybe Jean wasn’t so pathetic after all. Or maybe this guy was just equally as pathetic as he was. Either way, it put Jean in an oddly good mood. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I think they have it out for me as well,” he told Jeremy. “You’re not alone in that.”

Jeremy looked up at him and managed a sheepish smile. “At least I’m in good company then.”

Jean ducked his head to hide the way his cheeks flushed faintly. Luckily, no one else seemed to notice. Or if they did, they didn’t mention it.

Jean learned something over next hour of his life he spent hanging out with Laila, Alvarez, and Jeremy. He learned that his stupid, pathetic, maybe-crush wasn’t as stupid and pathetic as he’d originally thought, because it turned out Jeremy was the sweetest, most charming human being Jean had ever met.

Jean honestly found himself a little disappointed when the afternoon inevitably had to come to a close. They couldn’t just sit around there forever, Jean knew, but he still had a little pang of displeasure when everyone started to disperse. Laila gave Jean a quick hug, and Alvarez gave him a nod at the end of the block before they went their separate ways. (Jean’s apartment was in the other direction from the one Laila Alvarez shared, so he would have to head home alone.)

Jean was about to round the corner and get going when he heard his name and turned back around. Jean’s heart did a little hop when he saw Jeremy walking towards him.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, once he’d caught up with Jean. “So. Um. I was just wondering if, maybe sometime you’d want to, like, hang out sometime? I mean, I dunno about you, but. I had a lot of fun today. And I just think. It would be cool if we spend more time together.”

Jean blinked. He knew he should say something, but he was too stunned that someone might actually want to spend more time around him. Someone that he really liked spending time with. Someone who seemed just as nerve-struck as Jean was himself.

“You mean,” he finally said. “You mean. Just you and I?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy nodded, biting at his bottom lip. “If you want.”

There were a million reasons for Jean to say no and turn him down. He was hard to get to know, even harder to like, and probably near impossible to fall for. He’d never really dated (if this even was a date) and had no clue how to do it. The one real relationship he’d ever been involved in had ended in catastrophe and heartbreak. His past was a horror show that left Jean a patch-work mess of a human being, so if it was more than likely that if none of those other things scared Jeremy off, that would probably do the job if he stuck around long enough to really get to know Jean.

But even with all those reason, Jean found one truly compelling reason to say yes: He really fucking wanted to. 

And Jean had spent two years and what probably accumulated to thousands of dollars in pretty intensive therapy learning that sometimes he could actually have things he wanted. So really, if he just walked away from this very good-looking guy who wanted to spend time with him, what was the point of all of that? 

Jean swallowed, and nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Yes I would. I would like that.”

Jeremy’s face lit up in a sunshine grin. “Awesome,” he said, and then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fumbled with it for a moment before handing it over. “Here,” he said. “Put your number in my phone. I’ll text you.”

It was so all so normal Jean had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing. Maybe that’s why he found the confidence to do what he did next. He paused, looking up at Jeremy. “We don’t have to get coffee, do we?”

Jeremy blinked, and then he laughed. “No,” he said. “We can got for pizza or something. Or just come back here. Whatever you want. Definitely no coffee.”

Now it was Jean’s turn to smile, as he input his phone number in Jeremy’s phone and handed it back. “Alright,” he said, “then I will see you later?”

“Definitely,” Jeremy said, flashing him another smile before he left. Jean took a moment watching him walk away before he turned back around and headed for home. This time, he felt significantly lighter, with something that felt like happiness stirring in his chest.

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Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor

Updated 3 October 2018

Foxglove Fridays by moonix (T | 4,207 | 1/1)

Every Friday, Neil comes into Andrew's shop to buy flowers.

purple violets, scarlet sage by wesninski for alwaysayes (T | 2,020 | 1/1)

"I thought you were here to buy some flowers for once," Matt says with a good-natured grin, "instead of just flirting with my best employee."

Neil blinks.

He says, “Andrew’s not flirting with me.”

At the same time, Andrew says, “stay out of it, Boyd.”

Neil stares at Andrew. Andrew stares back.

Matt, smile fading, says, “oh.”

Or: the flower shop/tattoo parlor au you all know you want

Only Fools by KazBrekker_morelike_KazWrecker (E | 19,833 | 20/20)

A flower shop/coffee shop AU that no one asked for but appeared in my brain and had to get out. Neil never played Exy and never met the Foxes at PSU, but his story with his father remains the same. Neil doesn't like people much but neither does Andrew and everyone knows coffee brings people together

daisies by rainberries (G | 1,670 | 1/1)

“I brought you this.”

Andrew continued to stare at him for another moment until his eyes slid from Neil’s and to the slightly crushed daisy in Neil’s hand. “What is it?”

Nervously, Neil itched to take his hand back. “A promise.”

— Or the fic in which Neil sometimes helps Renee out at her flower shop, and decides one day to give one of them to Andrew.

Trust Fall by Emeryuu (E | Incomplete | 1/3)

Neil is a florist who loves his job but isn't going to refuse a second job if he can make good money from it. Even if the said job is bartending at a club. Even if that club is a BDSM club.

Andrew is a tattoo artist working at the studio next to neil's flower shop. He's a regular at Eden's Twilight where he always can find a sub willing to do a scene with him.

One night they meet at the club and that's a beginning of a new journey for both of them. What starts as simple deal to let Neil explore parts of life he hadn't chance to explore, slowly becomes something much bigger.

Daffodils & Gardenias by profslupin (T | Incomplete | 10/?)

Jeremy Knox is the owner of a tattoo parlor when Jean Moreau opens up a flower shop next door. Jeremy gets a crush, but thankfully Laila and Alvarez are there to play matchmaker, with the help of Renee.

Darker in the day than the dead of night by Rollamas (M | Incomplete | 1/?)

In which Andrew is a bored ruler of death, and Neil Josten is a runaway boy with an affinity for earth who caught his eye.

ink over flowers by stardusting (Not Rated | Incomplete | 1/?)

there's a flower shop opening up across the street and that shouldn't change anything. it really shouldn't, but maybe it does.

greek tragedy by cloudtalking (T | 4,024 | 1/1)

for @jojen-hewitt for the tfc net secret santa:

A hades and persephone au w a twist

Flower Shops and First Kisses by becausecolours (T | 425 | 1/1)

First kisses in a Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU for sunshine-y flower boy Jeremy Knox, and in-love tattoo artist Jean Moreau.

Ends of the World by jostenminyard (onceuponahundred) (G | 1,014 | 1/1)

more more more more please if u want idk please i love this what are the tattoes does andrew know how to do it before maybe kevin also gives neil a little tattoo please i'm trash for this

Forever by jostenminyard (onceuponahundred) (G | 807 | 1/1)

okay but pls if you want elaborate on the coffeshop/florist/tattoo shop au again like i just want to know what kind of tattoos neil gives the boys and how the convo goes like do they ask him to make his doodles permanent does he ask to do smth on them ?? do they have tattoos before ?? does neil ever let andrew or kevin use his gun (w some practice) to do smth on him pls i am dying have a wonderful day

take another shot by unrain ( T | 2,282 | 1/1)

If you do this just right, you could do it all night.

Near to You by AssoverTeakettle ( M | 2,257 | 1/1)

Neil has never had a pleasant heat experience with a life on the road, running from the mob, the countless identities, and living day to day. Needless to say Neil doesn't expect it to be any better in the dorms. Thankfully, Andrew's a more grounding presence than people give him credit for and he's more than enough of a safe harbor for Neil.

Three-part Process by andrewiel ( E | 29,000 | 3/3)

On the run from his father, Neil Josten seeks safety at the Foxhole Rescue Shelter. He plans to go through life undetected, and to hide his omega status from everybody. The only problem is Andrew Minyard, an alpha who's able to see through all of Neil's secrets and scents.

An alpha that, for no real reason, Neil decides to trust.

/Rape

Heat Agreements by OneBlackCoffee ( T | 16,915 | 5/5)

“I think my heats coming up.” Thank God they were already pulling into the underground parking lot and not in the middle of traffic because Andrew slammed on his breaks. The pair sat in silence before Andrew broke it “You don't have heats.” “Because I didn't have any sexual desires but now...” Neil trailed off as someone beeped behind them, Neil could see Andrew debating on whether to stay there out of spite but he decided to continue until they reached one of Neil's designated parking spots. “I don't know much about Omega heats, Neil” Andrew pointed out getting out of the car “But I heard they're not pretty.” “Me neither, Andrew. This is all new to me, I never took an Omega class, okay? .... “Neil!” Abby smiled, that was of course until she saw Neil’s face. “How can I help you, Neil?” Neil took a deep breath and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “I need to take a pregnancy test.

/Major Character Death

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Pinch hits #6-24

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#6 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons, Playlist Andreil, kandreil, jerejean, rikev, twindreil, any ichirou ship... basically any but Renison, that one's just not my thing. Raven aus, dark aus w/o character death, hurt/comfort or angsty fluff, but anything lbr NSFW is fine

Would not like: Character death or Renison   #7 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons Andreil, jerejean, Matt and Dan. Platonic foxes or Trojans Hypothermia (with bed sharing) First snowfall with the cats Neil's first real Christmas NSFW is fine

Would not like: No kandreil. No Riko without comeuppance. No non con or bdsm   #8 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits Andrew, Aaron, Neil, Jeremy, Jean, Andrew x Neil, Aaron x Katelyn, Jeremy x jean, anything about the foxes in general 1) The twinyards coming to a resolution - can be about their relationship in general or a given situation in which they need to come together 2) Andrew and Neil - long distance. Maybe they can't see each other over the Christmas period due to scheduling, they make it work 3) Jean intending to spend his first Christmas out of the nest alone, the Trojans show him that that's not a possibility 4) Any au situation where Andrew and Neil meet for the first time. Can be outside of college, can be in a high school setting or just after graduation (could even be in a college setting but can't be Exy related) 5) The foxes doing something for Neil that he doesn't expect. Andrew going out of his way to make it happen 6) Aaron spending Christmas with Katelyn and away from his family NSFW is fine

Would not like: Kevin x Aaron, Matt x Aaron, Riko as a main character   #9 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons, I have a preference for rare ships. I'm happy to receive anything, but honestly, I have these 'weird' ships like... Seth/Allison/Neil as an example. I just like rare things that look like they'd be interesting to experiment with! I like Barista/Coffeeshop AUs, as often as they crop up. Soulmate AUs, Wingfics, supernatural beings... vampires, werewolves, centaurs. I don't mind I just like them. All and any of them. And obviously, I'm fine with them being in other situations as themselves or as they were in canon. It's fine, I don't mind. NSFW is fine   #10 TAKEN Would like: Art Kandreil (this would make me extremely happy), or I guess Andreil is also good MagicAU or Fantasy AU; SoulmateAU; anything like that (I also really love angst) NSFW is fine   #11 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons Raven!Neil, JereJean, Dan/Matt, Allison/Seth, Katelyn/Aaron, Andreil, Laila/Alvarez, Renee/Jean, Nicky/Erik Raven!Neil (preferably finding/after finding Andrew); any type of recovery (ie Andrew or Neil or Jean accepting their scars); angst ending in fluff (like Jean or Neil explaining how they never celebrated the winter holiday)

Would not like: Riko/anyone, Renee/Allison, Neil/Andrew/Kevin and no explicit nsfw (can be alluded to but nothing more) please.   #12 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons Any of the foxes even Wymack or bee or Abby tbh I'll be happy with anything Maybe neil or Andrew being jealous for the first time in their life? Aaron and katelyn- how they must've started? Or something bout Aaron and Neil becoming friends I live for that. Something with Mary in it? NSFW is fine

#13 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons, Playlist Any ships/characters aside from Riko 1. one of the foxes giving neil an ugly Christmas jumper 2. neil and kevin trying to do a Christmas shop 3. wymack insisting on a team Christmas dinner No NSFW please   #14TAKEN

Would like: Fic, Headcanons, Jerejean!! Andreil, the Trojans -slow burn jerejean -JEREJEAN FIRST TIME -always down for some good nsfw (kinky, soft, normal whatever) -sexual frustration between jerejean or andreil (and then resolved) -angsty with happy ending for either couple NSFW is fine

Would not like: Nothing about riko and any of the characters as a ship, don't like ichirou with any pairing either.. not really looking for kandreil or major character deaths   #15 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Playlist Andreil, Jerejean, Keremy, Kerejean, Jean Moreau, Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Jeremy Knox playing with hair, witch au, smiley soft mornings, mermaid au, NSFW is fine No Drake   #16 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons Andrew/Neil, Andrew/Neil/Kevin, Neil/Jean 1. Magical (I.E Neil is a werefox) 2. Andrew is a detective 3. Professor AU (I.E. Andrew is criminal prof, Neil is landuage prof, Nicky is religious, etc)" NSFW is fine

Would not like: Explicit rape, Riko with anyone   #17 TAKEN

Would like: Fic, Headcanons Andrew/Neil or Jean/Jeremy Either a Christmas ski trip with the Foxes and Trojans or maybe just a Christmas party NSFW is fine, no Kevin/Aaron please   #18 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons, Playlist Andrew/jean, Andrew/Neil, Andrew/Kevin/Neil, Jean/Jeremy, Riko, Neil/Matt, Neil/Seth, Neil/aaron holes au where Andrew is Madam Zeroni's great great grandson and Neil is Stanley yelnats  Au where riko isn't killed but instead gets kicked out of exy by ichirou and goes to live in the countryside where he meets a house servant ichrou hires who he falls in love with and they go on cute dates 1920's matt/neil where neil cross dresses as a lounge singer so he can marry matt who play piano and they play at a speakeasy together. NSFW is fine

Would not like: character death non-canon, guro, unhappy ending, dying of old age   #19 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons Andrew, Neil (together or separately), Jeremy and Jean (together or separate), Matt, Kevin, nicky Life before the foxes, life after the foxes, enemies to lovers, little quirks they like their friends to do/to do to their friends (pet names? Casual touching? Sign me tf up), will literally accept anything soft or that will make me cry, or both NSFW is fine

Would not like: Riko in any capacity other than how he affected the character the gift is about. Aaron as a "misunderstood good guy," if it's about Matt please don't make him white (or any of them but Andrew and Jean really but Matt is a hard pass)   #20 TAKEN

Would like: Art, Fic Neil/Andrew ; Kevin Day; Laila/Alvarez ; Nicky Hemmick; Allison Reynolds; Neil&Kevin I prefer canon compliant content for all the following prompts:: Fluff or Brotp stuff ; Fashion (or fashion disaster) ; Camping in Tents NSFW is fine

Would not like:

Moriyamas, angst

#21 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons, Playlist Aaron, Seth, Kevin, Renee, Jean, Nicky Kevin/Aaron Aaron/Katelyn Renee/Jean Nicky/Erik Kevin/Thea Laila/Alvarez Jean/Neil Seth/Allison Seth/Aaron Home alone AU, A lonely Christmas when they're a child and then a Christmas as an adult with the family they made, a family dinner where they're meeting the family for the first time, secret santa au where they got a menial gift but it was always want they wanted as a kid but never got it because of whatever reason, the first winter without having to worry about their survival, hot cocoa and gingerbread house contest No infidelity, NSFW is fine   #22 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Headcanons,  Andreil Coffee shop au!! the foxes catching a glimpse of Andreil softness! Andreil softness in general, Andreil playing pro exy on the same team, foxes' snow day at Palmetto NSFW is fine

Would not like:

Kandreil     #23 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic Any of the Monsters, and ship wise andreil or kevaaron  Tattoo, coffee shop, florist, harry potter, and historical aus are my favorite. Im super into the twins having curly hair and or glasses. Dramatic sassy one liners are the key to my heart! NSFW is fine

Would not like

Focus on side/minor characters, or angst/dark thoughts   #24 TAKEN Would like: Art, Fic, Graphics/Edits, Headcanons, Playlist Andreil, jerejean, renison Soulmate au, fake dating or just something fluffy and/or smut NSFW is fine No mpreg please