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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hiii I'm gonna request some Mafia front again.

Take care of yourself <3 I hope you'll have a good week

WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 258)

It's always disorienting to wake to a loud sound you don't recognize. It's much worse when your head is pounding and your arm is throbbing and your neck has a very definite crick in it. Unfortunately, this is how Jean wakes up. Confused, in pain, and in desperate need of Ibuprofen. He's woken this way many times, but not in the last few years.

As his brain comes back online, Jean realizes he is not just experiencing the effects of alcohol but of being shot and operated on as well. He groans slightly when he recalls the bullet Neil pulled out of him earlier. As if on cue, all the nerves in his back scream at him and he bites back a whimper. When he finally starts to raise his head, a gentle, familiar hand stops him.

"Hey," Kevin says softly, looking down at him. "It's alright. You're safe. You fell asleep."

Jean tries to answer, but his mouth is a desert. It takes two tries to get the words out. "I heard... a noise."

"The doorbell," Kevin tells him. "Neil ordered food."

"Thank god. Maybe that will settle my stomach." Jean starts to sit up and sways with the balance of a newborn foal. He grimaces when his vision swims. "Or my head."

Kevin dutifully helps him to sit up the rest of the way, careful of his brand new injuries, and he stands. "I'm going to grab you a shirt."

"Why? You have seen it all before." Jean says, a smile tugging at his lips. Kevin just has that effect on him. Kevin rolls his eyes playfully before disappearing into the bedroom and Jean wonders if he should try standing up. He decides against it quickly. He can hear Neil exchanging words with someone at the door. Then suddenly he's there, dropping a couple pizza boxes on the table.

"How do you feel?" Neil puts the back of his scarred hand to Jean's forehead and it feels cool and rough and Neil.

"Like I was hit by a couple of trucks."

"Just the one," Neil says, half a smile dancing across his face. Jean looks at his mouth a moment too long and Neil notices.

"Neil, I didn't—"

"No. It's alright. Don't— Just forget about it." Neil says, waving a dismissive hand. It shouldn't hurt. (It does.)

Jean chews the inside of his cheek and watches as Neil goes to grab a few plates. And once Kevin helps him into a sweatshirt, the three of them share lukewarm pizza in near silence while the television plays a movie they've already seen twice.

[thatcrimsonsun]

well ouch what was this and why did it hurt me

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii, requesting mafia restaurant once again✨ Hope you're having a good week :)

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 257)

Neil starts to argue, but his room is quite small. He thinks it was meant to be a home office, due to its size and the fact that it doesn't connect to the bathroom at all. (When he needs to use it, he either has to go through Jean's room or go out to the hallway and use the fire escape to break in through the bathroom window. Luckily he doesn't have to do that much. Jean never locks his door. Even when Kevin's here. But walking in on them is always awkward.)

"It's not that small."

"No? My closet is bigger than your room. I've measured it. I could fit a full-size bed in there if I wanted, Neil."

"Bragging."

Kevin snorts a not-quite laugh. Nothing is funny right now.

"I have two bedrooms. Actual bedrooms," Kevin says, wistfully. "I picked the apartment based on that. Based on you. Us."

Neil didn't know that.

"And the stadium is only three miles away. It's right there! I could sneak you into practices and get you tickets to all my games." Kevin says, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Neil imagines his are the same.

"It wouldn't be fun if I couldn't play."

"Liar. You have fun when it's on TV. Or the radio. Or in a magazine."

"You're right. Sounds nice, Kev." Neil doesn't know what else to say. As great as it would be, he's got fucking obligations. He signed himself and Jean up for this the night hell broke loose. The night he broke loose and staggered his way to Ichirou's doorstep. He cut a deal and now he's got to live with it.

If he'd known the two of them would've healed, he would've asked Ichirou for the same deal he got Kevin. But Jean's leg was mega-fucked and Nathaniel's shoulder was out of commission, so he thought. Now he's been out of practice so long there's not a chance in hell he could ever join any pro team. And he's far too old for a collegiate second chance. Jean, too.

The only way they get out of this mess is if the Moriyama Empire comes crashing down in a spectacular way. And so far Ichirou is running a pretty tight ship. Neil can't imagine he'll ever crawl out from under the bastard's manicured thumb. But at least he's not the Master.

Neil stops his train of thought to glance down at a shirtless, unconscious Jean. He looks so much younger when he's sleeping, without his trademarked scowl and matching furrowed brows. He looks tranquil, serene, cold. Neil reaches behind Kevin and snatches the blanket off the back of the couch to toss it over Jean, who mutters something completely unintelligible as he snuggles against Kevin's stomach.

The three of them stay that way for what seems like years. Kevin's arm around Neil, his hand pressed to Jean's ribs. The two of them staring into space, at Jean, at each other. There's nothing else to be said really. If this were a decade ago, Neil would consider laying his head on Kevin and making a pillow out of him too. But it's not so he doesn't, though he does lean in a bit further than he should.

When he's about to nod off, Neil jerks awake and startles Kevin into jolting as well.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Neil says. "Um, if I call for pizza will you eat it?"

"Yeah. I'm not wearing red and black. I can eat whatever I damn well please." Kevin makes a face. "But don't get olives, I don't like olives. And mushrooms—"

"I know what you like."

[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]

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.

[thatcrimsonsun]

ANDREW LOML

he'd probably rather flee himself off a roof than marry me but that's alright

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Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

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[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.

[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."

[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.

[thatcrimsonsun]

who you calling boring, moot? 🤨🤨🤨

I feel like this represents my blog quite well, random, looking insane (red eyes are for that 3 hour sleep during night), lip bite is me tweaking out about my hyperfixations and the shadow behind is my own impending doom 💖

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

i actually have to catch up on last week's posts but uhmm might i still request some vampdrew in advance? :D

WIP Wednesday (1/22) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 212)

Andrew finds his shirt without issue, wrapped around Kevin like a second skin. He must've slept fitfully, because he's wound up on his back and his blanket is only doing the bare minimum of covering below his knees. One socked foot is sticking out from the bottom and Andrew huffs a little breath of amusement. Sleeping beauty indeed.

"Kevin."

"Andrew?" Kevin mumbles, still sleeping. His dream has turned into something involving fangs and the hasty removal of uniforms. Andrew watches himself yank Dream-Kevin's jersey off and then it's just too weird. He needs the other perspective, his perspective, but there is no way to get it without reenacting this scenario. So Andrew loudly clears his throat.

"Kevin. Wake up." And finally, green eyes start to open. He blinks up at the ceiling a couple of times before startling and realizing where he is. Frantically, he scrambles to sit up and pulls his blanket over himself as if he's shy.

"Hi Andrew. Good morning. What's up?" Kevin chokes out, aiming for nonchalance and missing by about a mile. He's flushed across his cheeks and is sporting a rather obvious hard on. Andrew doesn't point it out because if he does, he might end up on his knees about it.

"I need my shirt."

"What?"

"My shirt. The one you're wearing." Andrew tells him and Kevin swallows as his brain replays having his shirt taken off by his Dreamland Double. "Can I have it or not?"

"Oh, yeah." Kevin relinquishes the shirt and Andrew pulls it on, still warm. Fresh off the beautiful idiotic human. Once he's fully dressed, he flicks his fingers at Kevin.

"Put some clothes on and we'll go get breakfast for everyone. I'm going to check on Neil and make sure he didn't die in his sleep." Andrew says before leaving Kevin to his fantasies before his own can get too carried away.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hii, could I have another Mafia Restaurant snippet? Have a great week <3

WIP Wednesday (1/15) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 262)

NEIL

The next morning Neil wakes to the sun in his eyes. It's confusing since his room has no windows, then he remembers crawling into Jean's bed the night before and feels foolish. As carefully as possible, he removes himself from Jean's hold and slinks out of the bedroom back to his own. He gets ready for work in silence and leaves before Jean has a chance to wake up and try to come with him.

Because Neil doesn't have control over most of his life, but he'll be damned before he let his freshly-shot partner waltz into Stuart's as if it were a bee sting. Which, knowing Jean, is exactly what he'd have done. So Neil leaves the ibuprofen and a glass of water on Jean's bedside table along with a note saying where he was going. He also texts Kevin to keep an eye on Jean. To call Neil if he shows any sign of infection.

Going to the hospital definitely isn't something Neil wants to do, but if necessary... They will.

-

Neil is sitting at Stuart's, playing solitaire, when comes a knock at the door. His head jerks up towards the sound and he stares at the door as if he'll suddenly develop x-ray vision. But he doesn't. Instead he's forced to stand and go to the door and peep through the blinds, catching sight of blond hair.

"Andrew?" he says aloud, for some reason surprised. In the midst of all the bullshit yesterday he'd forgotten about Andrew entirely. Neil unlocks the door and, as soon as it's open, Andrew is shouldering his way inside.

ANDREW

"I came by for lunch yesterday and there was nobody home, how disappointing." Andrew says once he's safely inside the restaurant. He goes to take his place at his and Neil's usual table and turns in his seat to watch as Neil shuts and re-locks the door. Neil remains quiet as he comes to stand close to the table and Andrew gives him a once over before continuing. "I ended up ordering off the room service menu at the hotel. It was dreadful. Evidently I've grown accustomed to Moreau's cooking."

At last Neil reacts, a tiny twitch. "We had... business yesterday."

"Catering job?"

"Yeah, something like that." Neil answers, then he picks a piece of lint off his suit and says, "Jean got shot."

"Everyone's a critic." Andrew jokes. Then he notices that Neil looks a bit sick. He watches Neil's face for a moment then glances down to see Neil is wearing two different shoes. One black, one brown. He raises his gaze to meet Neil's eyes. "Did he make it?"

Neil's eyes flash and he nods. "Yeah. Yeah, he's... He's going to be fine. He's resting at home. So there'll be no semi-authentic French cuisine here today, I'm afraid."

"Too bad." Andrew hums. "What about semi-terrible British cuisine?"

"My cooking's not that bad."

"Not yours. There's a real, non-mafia front restaurant a couple blocks down." Andrew nods his head towards the place. "I know you can't leave your post, but I could go get us something."

Neil blinks down at him. "You don't have to do that."

"What are you supposed to do, sit here all day and starve?" Andrew asks. When Neil merely shrugs, he stands up and pokes him in the chest. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, don't go anywhere."

NEIL

Neil does not go anywhere.

He sits at the table and counts down the minutes. It takes twenty-five before Andrew is coming back through the doors with a large paper bag in his hand. Strangely, it is not from the pub Andrew mentioned but from a Chinese restaurant instead. He holds it up victoriously and sits it down on the table with a thunk.

"I walked into that pub and it smelled like a pig farm, so I walked out and got this instead." He says as he starts unpacking the bag. "I got... an assortment. Hope you have drinks here, because I did not feel like carrying them."

"Yeah, I'll be right back," Neil says. He grabs them each a glass of water and when he's putting the pitcher away, he notices the groceries Jean bought yesterday morning and his chest twinges. He pulls out his phone and taps out a message to Kevin, which is answered instantly.

Jean is fine, he says. Just helped him shower.

Neil puts his phone away and takes the glasses back out the to table that Andrew has covered with takeout boxes. Neil slides the drinks onto the table and gives Andrew a look. "There's just two of us here, you know."

"I couldn't make up my mind. Besides, I'll take whatever's left back to my hotel." Andrew shrugs. "Anything is better than the food I had yesterday. How my hotel's 'chef' managed to fuck up macaroni and cheese I'll never know."

Neil allows himself a laugh and pops open one of the takeout boxes.

-

They're almost through with the food when Andrew asks for Neil's cell phone number. It's such a random ask that Neil's brain almost shuts off. He freezes up.

"What? Why?"

"So I can check when you're open without dragging myself down here." Andrew says as he fishes out the last egg roll from the carton. Neil watches him pull it into two halves and squeeze the filling out before popping the crispy outer layer into his mouth. He considers the ask and really, he shouldn't. Of course he shouldn't.

But he's Neil and this is Andrew Minyard and he really wouldn't want Andrew Minyard to ever get caught up in the crossfire by showing up at the wrong time. The world isn't ready to lose the best goalie its ever had, after all. Neil makes up his mind and pulls his phone out.

"Give me yours." He says. And when Andrew rattles off a number with a Denver area code, Neil keys it into his phone. A new contact marked as 'A'. He doesn't need to be more specific. He has a grand total of four contacts now, all marked with initials. It's better that way, Stuart had told him once. In the event the police end up with his phone, they won't be able to connect him to anyone else. Not easily anyway.

"Not going to share yours with the class?" Andrew asks. And no, Neil wasn't planning to. He was planning to save Andrew's number for emergency situations. He sighs and creates a new message, signing with N. He looks at the message for a moment then back at Andrew.

"Never refer to me by name in messages." Neil says. "Never use any names in messages. Jean is J, Kevin is K, I'm N."

Andrew  seems to find Neil's system amusing. "I suppose that makes me A?"

"Exactly." Neil sends the message and flips his phone shut.

"What's your uncle?"

"S." Neil answers without thinking, then he sighs heavily. "Don't ask me that."

"You're the one who told me."

[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]

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

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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]

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]

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!)