#dayurno

(brazilian store only! for now!) finalmente a lojinha brasileira com os chaveiros de aftg + itens exclusivos (cartelas, caderno a5, chaveiro exclusivo kevjean) foi aberta e as pré-vendas acabam dia 20/12!!!

o frete vai ser calculado por superfrete durante o período de envios (ou seja, final de janeiro/começo de fevereiro), e em breve vou subir os caderninhos do jean, jeremy, neil e andrew. obrigada :D!

WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 154)

After playing a few hands, Kevin tasks himself with counting up their points on an order pad Jean had scrounged up from a random drawer. It must be ancient with the way it’s yellowed, but it works just fine regardless. When he finishes adding, Kevin finds a large gap between their scores. He raises his head to look at Jean, who’s gathering up the cards to shuffle them once again.

He must feel Kevin’s eyes on him, because he looks up with a cocked brow. “What is it?”

“Are you letting me win?”

Jean’s lips twitch. “What?”

“Are you throwing points? Because I promise I don’t need you to.”

“Mon cher, I would never throw a game of anything. Especially not against you,” Jean says, cutting the deck.

“Never?”

“No. I like winning too much to coddle anyone. Even you.”

“Mm,” Kevin says, sliding the notepad out of the way. “But you’re trailing by sixty-five points already.”

“Am I?” Jean asks, not surprised.

“Yes.” Kevin confirms after checking his mental math. “Sixty-five points behind, but you always beat Neil. It just makes it feel like you’re doing it on purpose.”

Jean chuckles. “First of all, you caught me with a handful in the first round which started me in a deficit. Secondly, Neil spends more time trying to cheat than he does actually playing the game. You know him. Tiny, devious, averse to playing fair.”

There are a few other adjectives Kevin could add to that list, but instead he just nods along with Jean’s description which also fits himself. Except for 'tiny', of course. Jean is taller than both of them and they each tower over Neil— 

“Wait a second…” Kevin starts, laughing a bit. “Wait, wait, wait. You’re tall enough to see into Neil’s hand from across the table. Aren’t you?”

Jean’s eyes widen a bit at Kevin’s detective work, then he smirks. “Sometimes.”

Kevin tuts, “Seems you’re both averse to playing fair.”

“Perhaps. But don’t tell Neil.” Jean says as he finishes dealing. “I like annoying him.”

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WIP Wednesday (1/31) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 92)

“And why not?” Jean asks.

“Because he’s important,” is Kevin’s answer. It makes Jean’s nostrils flare and Neil isn’t surprised since he’s been doing that all day. He blows air like a racehorse whenever Andrew is mentioned. Still laid across Jean’s lap, Kevin reaches up with one hand to cup his cheek, tilting his face down a bit. “Not like that. You know what I mean. He’s a great goalie. My coach is trying to get him to transfer over to New York next season.”

Neil’s mouth falls open. The world’s best striker and the world’s best goalie on the same team?! They would be unbeatable. Holy shit, this is huge! Neil can’t believe Kevin hadn’t mentioned this when they talked on the phone the other day. Neil’s about to ask for details when he feels the mood shift into something… uncomfortable. 

While he’s excited about this possibility, Jean obviously is not. In fact, Neil would say he’s pissed off by the idea. His expression twists into something Neil can’t quite decipher and he mutters something in French. It comes out so low that Neil can’t make it out. Kevin isn’t pleased by it, by the way his brows furrow.

“You know I wouldn’t…” Kevin says, dropping his voice to a whisper as well. “It was one time. And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Wait a minute. What the hell are we talking about now?” Neil asks, utterly lost. Kevin sighs and moves to sit back up, scooting over to give Jean a bit of space. “Kev?”

“You know, the night PSU beat the Ravens…” Kevin trails off and looks towards the window for a moment. "He almost took my head off.”

Neil nods. He’s seen the game a dozen times. Heard the story just as often. “He swung at you and Andrew broke his arm with his racquet.”

“Yeah." Kevin swallows and nods. "And then, when we got back to the dorms, we sort of… kissed.”

WIP Wednesday (1/24) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 87)

Jean leaves his bedroom door open as he starts to change out of his work clothes. He figures this conversation will be worth eavesdropping on. He strips down to underwear and grabs a pair of pajama pants. As he starts to step into them, he hears Neil murmuring something. And then,

“What?!”

“I thought it was obvious.” Neil says. “Why did you think I slept out here the last time you were home?”

“I thought you liked watching TV before bed,” Kevin says.

“Nope.” Neil shakes his head.

“Wait. So, you can hear… everything I… say?” Kevin sounds mortified. Jean sticks his head out of his bedroom, hoping to see his boyfriend’s face. But he’s already sat on the couch, the closest cushion to Neil. And his back isn’t very expressive.

“Pretty much.” Neil confirms.

“God. I’m sorry.” Kevin apologizes. And from here, it looks like he’s got his head in his hands. Jean chuckles softly as he pulls on a t-shirt.

“It’s fine. I dealt with it through college, I can deal with it here.” Neil shrugs.

WIP Wednesday (11/29) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 61)

“A-hem," Andrew clears his throat to get Neil's attention and he blinks.

“Oh is there more?” Neil asks.

“Yeah. Let’s see… ‘The waiter felt the need to sit down across from me while I waited for my food, which I found very strange’.” Andrew looks back up at said waiter, who doesn’t look bothered in the slightest by the insult. “Unless… Is this a British custom and I haven’t been here long enough to acclimate?”

“No, it’s not.” Neil says, his mouth quirking at one corner. If Andrew didn’t know this guy wanted to shoot him, he’d almost think he was amused. Andrew wishes he would smile again. That dangerously sexy smile has seared itself into his mind. Oh wait, there’s another thing.