#blackcoffeehyperfixations

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hiii :D Letting you know that wednesday is now something I look forward to :D

Anyway, hmm so many good choices... I think I'd like to request either angel neil or mafia front this week. Whatever you get less of.

Have a great week <3

WIP Wednesday (10/23) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 237)

Mouthpiece is shorter, fair-skinned with pale blond hair. He'd almost look familiar, if he weren't thin as a rail and if he didn't have a good ten centimeters on Nathaniel. To Jean, those ten centimeters are insignificant. This little man is insignificant. Either of them could take him in a fight, hands tied. A stiff breeze could knock him on his ass. He's also nervous, Jean can tell by the way he's bouncing on his feet. He's new. That might make him dangerous.

But Jean thinks Brickwall is the real problem, if there were to be a problem. He's a bit shorter than Jean, a couple inches maybe. But he's twice as goddamn wide. He would have made a hell of a backliner, that's for damn sure. Jean can tell Nathaniel's thinking the same thing and it's annoying. Nathaniel finishes sizing them up and clears his throat.

"Good afternoon," he begins in English, piling on an accent that doesn't quite belong to him. When they do business Nathaniel becomes a chameleon, changing things about himself until he blends in. His clothes, accent, personality. Sometimes he disappears completely. (Jean always finds him.)

"Hatford sent you?" asks Mouthpiece.

"Nah mate, it was bloody Santa Claus," Nathaniel says with a grand roll of his eyes. (Jean loves this man.) But he holds in a sigh. Five whole seconds, Nathaniel? A record.

"Don't have to be goddamn rude."

"Don't ask me stupid questions," Nathaniel shrugs, flicks his fingers dismissively. "Why are we here?"

Mouthpiece starts jabbering, but Jean tunes him out. His job isn't in the details. His job is to be fucking intimidating. And he's got his work cut out for him seeing as Duncan has sent the incredible fucking Hulk to speak with them. Actually though, Brickwall isn't saying anything. He's Jean's counterpart, after all. They both know their roles.

Jean keeps his mouth shut and his eyes open, watching for anything suspicious. Watching their hands, mostly. Neither of them seems to be necessarily volatile, even after Nathaniel's initial remarks. But Jean knows that can change in an instant. He's been witness to such changes since he was a child and his mother first backhanded him. He's good at reading people, perhaps not as good as Nathaniel but a near thing.

The point is, he can tell when shit's hitting the fan. And it's not. But something is up. Mouthpiece's brow has been furrowed since Nathaniel opened his mouth and that's never good. Nathaniel opening his mouth is usually not good. But something about the way this guy's looking at Jean's partner has him on edge. He's not sure what it is, what's wrong. He doesn't like it.

Jean bumps Nathaniel's shoulder and whispers in French, "Make it quick. We have to get back to him."

"I'm trying. Guy won't get to the point." Nathaniel shrugs at the other two, who look miffed at the language switch.

"Then you find it," Jean says. "I want to get out of here, Nathaniel."

[thatcrimsonsun]

this is me hating on winter and being done with people with my emotional support penguins in the background, ofc.

@faeirygrl @blackcoffeehyperfixations @thatsnotevenmyname

I’ve seen like 10 posts of Picrew chains today and while I only have 1 mutual on here I wanted to do it so

Make yourself with this Picrew and reblog

@moodlevoodle and also anyone else who wants to

[stabbyfoxandrew]

angel!neil or vamp!drew pretty please :) whatever you wanna share most :)

WIP Wednesday (10/2) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 186)

After a few more minutes of pathetically pretending he's about to fall asleep, Andrew finally gives up on his nap. He punches the radio off and gets out of bed to pull on his boots. As soon as he steps into the living room Kevin's head spins around as if it's on a swivel.

"Is it too loud?" He asks of the TV, which appears to be on the lowest volume from the way all three of them are leaning toward it. They also have the captions turned on. How considerate. It almost warms Andrew's heart.

"Not that," Andrew answers. "Everything else. I'm going upstairs."

And so he ends up on the roof. The bit of extra distance grants him a tiny piece of his own mind. He can almost think! How novel. Alright so he might be a bit of a drama queen. But vampire migraines are nothing like the regular sort and taking Ibuprofen does not help. It's hell.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii I'd like to request one serving of Mafia Restaurant :)

Have a much better week and treat yourself to sth nice as well <3

WIP Wednesday (11/13) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 248)

Since Jean and Neil left Kevin has been wringing his hands and pacing the apartment like he's trying to win a record for most laps around the couch. It's what he does when he's nervous. And he always gets this way when he knows Neil and Jean are 'busy' with something. Even when he's back in New York. If he knows something is going down, he can't sleep until they call him back. 

Until he hears both their voices. 

Kevin tries to imagine exactly what's going on where they are. If they're already done and on their way back to him. If everything went smoothly. If it was some sort of ambush... Kevin recalls Neil mentioning a fucking car bomb and almost trips over his own feet.

He rights himself, but bangs his leg on the coffee table in the process. "Fuck." Kevin's voice seems to echo and it creeps him out a bit. Fucking hell, he hates being alone. He hates that the only people he cares about are involved with such dangerous shit. He hates this stupid rug too, he decides as he rubs his leg. The pattern is stupid and the fringe on the edges is all messed up and he almost has to urge to find a comb and straighten it out.

He doesn't have a comb.

But he does straighten the remotes on the coffee table. And stacks up the half dozen copies of National Geographic History that are fanned out on the table. Those make him smile a bit. See, he has a subscription back home. And when he's finished, he mails them to Jean. He's not sure Jean reads them, but it's just something they do. There are a couple copies of Exy Stars at the other end of the table. Kevin is on the cover of one; he slides that one to the bottom of the stack.

He refolds the throw that lives on the back of the couch and drapes it over evenly. And sets Neil's running shoes up against the door. (He kicks them off and leaves them wherever, primarily because it knows it irks Kevin.) When Kevin runs out of things to mess with, he goes into the bedroom and makes the bed. It doesn't look quite right, a bit more rumpled than when Jean does it, but it's fine. It's just a distraction. He tells himself that, then smooths out the wrinkles anyway. Then he collects a glass from the nightstand and goes to put it in the kitchen. And while he's there he considers doing the dishes, but decides he's not that worried.

He shouldn't be worried at all.

Not really.

They do this all the time. This shit is literally in their blood. They're fine, Kevin thinks as he perches on the arm of the chair. He glances up at the clock on the wall, he can hear it ticking and it's pissing him off. It's been forty-five minutes since they left. Neil said they'd be back in half an hour at most.

They're late. Kevin wonders if he should call them to check in and decides against it. They already think he's insane for fussing over them. Instead, Kevin perches himself on the armchair and stares at the door, bouncing his leg a mile a minute as the irritating clock ticks them down.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

oh that sucks :( take care of yourself <3

I'd like to request either Mafia restaurant or vamp drew this week, whatever you feel like sharing most <3

WIP Wednesday (10/16) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 234)

"You have nothing to worry about." He says with a soft smile, trying his best to reassure. But Kevin doesn't look comforted at all, he looks like he's considering handcuffing them both to the radiator. Jean resists the urge to laugh at that image and starts to smooth out the worry lines on Kevin's face.

"You have nothing to worry about," he repeats. "Neil and I have each other. We watch each other's backs, always have."

"I know you do, but..." Kevin bites his lip and closes his eyes, dropping his forehead onto Jean's chest. "I don't want you to go. This shit scares me."

"I know," Jean whispers into Kevin's hair. "But Neil and I were born for this. Literally. Born for this. To play exy or to be soldiers. And exy's off the table, love."

"I wanna put it back on." Kevin mumbles.

"Hey, I thought of something for you to do.” Jean says, making Kevin look up. Jean drops his voice to a whisper. “You could tidy up the apartment with no clothes on."

It makes Kevin laugh, which was the desired effect. "That's ridiculous. You won't even be here to see it."

"But I'll be thinking about it.” Jean winks, making Kevin huff another laugh. He hugs him tight, then kisses him. "I love you."

"I love you." Kevin says. "Be safe. Please."

"We will," says a voice behind them. Jean turns to see Nathaniel standing there dressed like a reaper. All black from his head to his toes. Anyone else might think he was headed to a funeral. But Jean knows Mary Hatford's pistol is tucked away somewhere, along with a pair of the Butcher's knives. Just in case. Nathaniel gestures to the two of them. "You gonna let us leave?"

[thatcrimsonsun]

it's a random guy from Arcane that reminded me of Regulus KSHSHSHDJS

@blackcoffeehyperfixations @thatsnotevenmyname @tayter-tot-64 @secretgalaxychopshop @starkayezer @hyacinthstars

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii, I hope you're doing alright :/ Burnout's a bitch.

If you have the capacity for it, I'd like to request some Mafia Restaurant again. Enjoy the crunchy leaves and have a lovely week <3

WIP Wednesday (11/6) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 246)

"Jean, you okay—" Nathaniel is cut off by a pair of large, warm hands on his face. Jean yanks him in for a kiss and his entire body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. He's bewildered at first, but kissing Jean was always easy. So easy. He lets himself return the kiss, arms winding around Jean as their mouths meld together.

He clutches at Jean's back, rumpling the fabric of his suit in his fist. And when Jean pushes his tongue into Nathaniel's mouth, he moans around it. Nathaniel's hand slides down and it's suddenly wet. He yanks himself away from his partner and Jean's pupils are huge, his mouth slack, his chest heaving, his face flushed with want.

With willpower he didn't know he possessed, Nathaniel ignores all that to look at his hand. It's smeared red with blood.

"Jean, you're hit?"

Jean blinks down at Nathaniel's hand. "Oh. That makes sense."

"Holy shit. Fuck," Nathaniel rises to his feet and pulls Jean up with him. As he does, Jean sways on his feet and Nathaniel is immediately alarmed at the amount of blood soaking through the back of his shirt. A smaller patch near his elbow indicates he's taken two bullets, not just one. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nathaniel mutters.

"Is it bad?"

"You've been shot, it's pretty bad."

"On a scale of Kevin's departure to Kengo's death?" Jean asks. It's not on on the scale. Riko never had a gun. Nathaniel doesn't bother to answer, just drags Jean back to the car. He has to get Jean home. Now. He has to—

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii, happy wipw :D

I'm gonna ask you for the dealer's choice this week (except for mer and demon cause I still didn't read them💀).

WIP Wednesday (11/20) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 254)

After a few moments, Neil realizes his hands are shaking in a way they haven't since the Nest. Since Riko used to torture them day and night and day and night and— Neil shakes off every memory Riko's name conjures. Tries his best anyway. Some of them have teeth.

Most of them do.

He shudders and slaps a shaking hand against his neck, squeezing his eyes shut against his thoughts. When Neil finally opens his eyes his reflection looks rabid. Feral. Like he's about to start snapping his teeth. Or maybe like he's about to peel someone's skin off. He looks like Nathan. And it makes him queasy.

The last time Neil saw him, he was fourteen years old and newly tortured. Lola had carved up his arms and dragged him kicking and screaming into his father's house. He'd been expecting to meet a slow, painful death. Instead he met the Master, who shook his head at the state of Neil's arms but dragged him off to the Nest regardless.

Then came Riko and Kevin and Jean.

Jean, his partner, lover, best friend, shield and sword, nurse and roommate. Partner, partner, partner.

Jean, who just took a bullet— two bullets— for him. Neil slams his first against the countertop and revels in the ache. He should be the one lying out there in Kevin's lap, delirious with pain and smashed out of his mind. 

No, Neil tells himself, he should be dead. He should be lying in an alley, cold and lifeless, with a couple of useless detectives from Scotland Yard standing over him taking notes.

But he isn't.

Neil finally pulls himself most of the way together and moves to pick up his work clothes, inspecting them for blood and deeming them washable. He starts to toss them into the bathtub to deal with later, but notices the envelope sticking out of his pocket.

Oh fuck, he's got to call Stuart. Neil lets out a breath and grabs his phone.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii a lovely wip Wednesday to you :D

Could I get some Mafia restaurant this week? :)

WIP Wednesday (10/9) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 233)

They get back to the flat in record time and Kevin pesters them into changing clothes before they go. 'Something darker', he said. 'So you won't be as… uh, visible. You know?'

Being noon, it’s hardly dark outside. But instead of arguing, Jean and Nathaniel both went to change. Jean already had on a black suit, but he changed his shirt to a dark gray one. And changes his dress shoes for a pair of boots in case he needs to stomp someone's head. (He's had to before, terribly messy.)

As he ties up his boots, Kevin walks a back and forth line in the living room and mutters to himself about how dangerous it is. About how they shouldn't go. Jean thinks he even mentions something about 'flying back to New York right now, all three of us’ in his ramble. Jean pulls on his jacket and goes to grab Kevin back the shoulders, halting his inane pacing.

"We do this sort of thing sometimes. It'll be fine." Jean says, pushing Kevin's hair back from his face. Such a pretty face it is. He kisses Kevin's forehead. "We'll be fine."

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone? Sit here and worry myself sick?" Kevin asks, already turning a bit green. Jean would say he's already doing a good job of that.

"Watch one of the games Neil has recorded, read the paper, take a nap..." Jean suggests.

"A nap? I've been up for less than two fucking hours and there's no way in hell I could sleep with you gone." Kevin bites out. Jean cups his face and pulls Kevin close to him.

[thatcrimsonsun]

okay so I did not in fact get a notification of you tagging me, I saw this as I stalked your blog, sorry star

anyways, crimson rivers destroyed my life (I've been on chapter 41 for months), hence the "thatcrimson". as for the sun, my fav sibling first started calling me sun, which then other people adopted to saying (also whenever a song "here comes the sun" by Beatles comes up, my brother keeps replacing sun with my name) :), so yeah.

@hyacinthstars @blackcoffeehyperfixations

How did you get your guy's usernames? I'll start

I named my account after Muxus, Goblin Grandee, my favorite MTG card :)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

eh idk how this works but i need you to know that i just binged guardian angel neil and i??? am so in love????? it's so good TwT (as is vampdrew HEHEHE binged that one a couple of days back and it lead to me frantically reading through most vampdrew fics on ao3. the brain rot is real lmao) anyway, i love your writing and i'm really looking forward to reading through your other au's :D thanks for sharing and have a lovely day!

ahhhh friend this is so sweet!! i've seen you popping up in my notes a bunch the last few days hah<333 i'm so glad you're enjoying them! <33333

also is there a lot of vampdrew out there? i don't think i've ever looked. (there should be. the man makes a great vampire!)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Trick or treat :) have a great Halloween :))

🧛

Verdict: TRICK! (some fries and ketchup, in perfectly normal proportions ;3)

trick or treat game rules

[thatcrimsonsun]

E - Everybody wants to rule the world (Tears for Fears)

M - Moon Girl (Ha Vay) (more people need to listen to this one, it's brilliant)

A - Asleep (The Smiths)

@andreilscat @isalikescherriesandblue @faeirygrl @fantasyfangirling4ever @beauty-is-terrror @blackcoffeehyperfixations

bored so i thought id do a tag game :)

rules are you have to pick a song for each we letter of you name and/or username if you don’t wanna use ur real name :)

T: Two Pills by TX2

Y: You’re gonna go far by Noah Kahn

L: Loving You by Thomas Headon

E: Enchanted by Taylor Swift

R: Rise and Grind by Noahfinnce

tagging: @riceandcurry3 @newsies-lodging-house @st0rmyseas @nosuchthingasdeadlanguages @misha-misha @bigmack2go @paralleluniversesfan @apairofnewshoeswithmatchinglaces

no pressure :)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I needed a pfp for my alt bluesky 🤭 and I've been gay for this bitch since middle school

tagging: @quiescentdestiny @alittlefellawithbigoleyes @aftgphoenix @c-lion @qstygia @chickenbyday @nervousdemeanor7 @tessasilverswan @blackcoffeehyperfixations @tidalst @tisaqslur and all my other mutuals and friends (love you so much but it's super late and I'm low-key fallin asleep on my phone rn. BUT I love you even if I didn't tag you.)

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv