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stabbyfoxandrew · 5 days ago
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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.
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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.
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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."
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hinamie · 5 months ago
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mentor
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mysticalfg · 2 months ago
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Saw fanart of gale in a robe n went mildly feral, possibly
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chloesimaginationthings · 2 days ago
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Michael doesn’t even know who FNAF Edwin is
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ask-the-pioneer · 1 month ago
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Do you need a hug?
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"WELL... this is my life now" Marbles thinks to herself, laying perfectly still as to not wake the napping savpups up.
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pouletpourri · 1 year ago
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I know the circustances didn't make it avaliable, but..I kinda wish we had a farewell scene
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bluewolfangel01 · 3 months ago
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Mc: *approaches Beel, looking dejected*
Mc: "Beel... Can I ask you for a favor?"
Beel: "Of course."
Lucifer: "Why is Beel holding Mc like that?"
Beel: *holding Mc super tight, with slight crazed eyes*
Belphie: "Mc asked Beel to hold them tight as if he just found them almost dead."
Lucifer: "I see.... Are they're alright?"
Belphie: "Yeah, especially now because of Beel."
Lucifer: "Very well then, as long as they're fine."
Mc: "thanks Beel."
Mc: *hugs Beel tighter and buries their head more into his chest*
Beel: *buries his face into Mc's hair*
Beel: "anytime Mc"
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equinoxette · 6 months ago
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they should've hugged!!
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spaceistheplaceart · 9 months ago
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right next to me yet so far away
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glitchedcosmos · 9 months ago
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Fuck kissing , I need to see two bitches HUG. I need to see them EMBRACE. I want them to hug so tightly and so sweetly , because they never want to separate again, they both fear that when the hug is over, they will never be able to embrace each other again. I want them to throw every emotion they’ve ever felt for each other into that soul cradling hug. I NEED to see them tho blue from the grip, and never, ever let go.
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thevoidstaredback · 9 months ago
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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.
"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.
"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.
"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.
"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"
"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.
"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"
Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"
"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."
He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.
Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.
"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."
Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.
"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."
Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!
Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"
"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.
"He will if he knows what's good for him."
"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"
"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.
Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"
Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."
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figsaps · 9 months ago
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beloveds of the bat
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amelia-yap · 10 months ago
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it's april and they are bloody fools
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aleixis · 2 months ago
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isagi's the sweetest bf ever, and never forgets to get you flowers on anniversaries !!
even though he's stuck in blue lock, he always makes sure to deliver flowers to your house when the one year mark comes around <3 he'll spend the little free time he has on his phone, scouring through the collection of flowers at shops near your house and nearly dropping his phone on his face out of shock for how high shipping is, but he'll endure through !
he'll even consult the opinions of his fellow teammates, taking every chance he has to shove his phone into hiori or kurona's face, asking what they thought of a different shade of pink for the 4th time in a row. they might be a tiny bit sick of him constantly fawning over you, him constantly talking about you to them, but that doesn't mean he'll ever stop; over his dead body he wouldn't.
with the ring of a doorbell, you find a delivery worker with a large bouquet of multi-colored tulips on your doorstep. he asks, "from an isagi yoichi?" you smile in response, thanking him and taking the bouquet into your arms. the bouquet came with a small note attached, reading, "roses are red, violets are blue, no matter what flower, i choose you!"
bonus — your parents constantly tease you for the comically large bouquet you got from yoichi, and you still have no clue how he had the money to buy and ship a bouquet of that size !!
taglist : @why2277 @koffeekat @skullvgirl @saioratral @fishii28
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oiulse · 1 year ago
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LARIAN LARIAN PLEASE LET ME HUG DAMMON AS KARLACH PLEASE LARIAN
they are so dear to me no one can take this hug away from me
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r3ynah · 11 months ago
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Family of Distinguished People.
So like what if, the Fenton family is just a family full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. like.. just imagine a long line of people that had or has contributed to the world somehow. Like the Fenton parents as Supervillains, Jazz as a Vigilante, Danny as Hero. Dani just decides to travel not too interested, but does help with her family if needed, Dan does the same thing.
BUT WHAT IF joker is actually a close relative of the Fenton Family (ex. Uncle, Cousin,Family Friend) and like he's just there all happy with his (found)family during family reunions, birthdays and shit.
And the batfam are just like so confused and stressed to why the joker goes missing once a month.
While Joker is literally having a game of Monopoly with the elementary kids at amity park (the kids couldn't bother, they've saw scarier things they handled scarier things) cue Joker giving the kids a hundred dollars because he lost.
This is just one of my what if prompts, that i got locked up in a vault. Might delete this later who knows.
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