#Keller (Cafes)

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Mark Keller A glass of red

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This San Francisco Luxury Hotel Is Puttin’ on the Ritz

When exploring the City by the Bay, rest your head and heart at The Ritz-Carlton. Located one block from Nob Hill’s lively village green, The Ritz-Carlton, San Francisco is a luxuriant respite. Dynamic neighborhoods with global nosh, shops, and museums are within walking distance: Chinatown, North Beach, Union Square, SFMOMA, and the Embarcadero. Take a breather from hilly hikes and opt for…

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Neue Pläne, gestiegene Kosten: Wirbel um Dorfladen-Neubau in Jedesheim

Illertissen: „…Der Bau Dorfladens im Illertisser Stadtteil Jedesheim verzögert sich. Das Dorfladen-Team fühlt sich von den geänderten Plänen überfahren. Wie geht es jetzt weiter? Verschiedentlich kam in der jüngsten Stadtratssitzung in Illertissen Enttäuschung auf: Auf der Tagesordnung stand der Neubau des Dorfladens in Jedesheim mit Café und sechs Wohnungen auf zwei Etagen samt Carport. Doch…

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welcome home | l.n

summary: he finally asks you to move in with him

warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff. i need him so bad.

masterlist | ask box

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the sun shining through the curtains is what woke lando up, the smell of your perfume engulfing him when he lazily threw the pillow from your the other side of the bed. he had tried to go back to sleep, but failed. so, he threw the covers off his legs with a soft sigh, getting up and looking around the room for any sign of you, but you weren’t there. only your things remained on the dresser, your clothes folded in a pile on the top.

when he walked into the bathroom, your toothbrush was sitting next to his in the cup, your face wash and hair brush on the counter next to your overflowing makeup bag. he didn’t mind the mess. actually, he liked when you left things around. it gave the other wise empty apartment life. it was like you were leaving your own personal touches throughout his home, and he couldn’t help but smile at every single one.

the towel you had used to shower that morning was sitting on the rack, still damp. your shampoo, conditioner and body wash sitting on the built in shelf. it pulled at his heartstrings to see it, how he wished the things would find a permanent place rather than a temporary one every few weeks.

as he brushed his teeth, he racked his brain trying to think of where you had gone, but remembered that you mentioned something about getting brunch with a few friends. he had hoped you were having fun, much needed ‘girl time’, but all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with you and continue the show the two of you had started the weekend before.

despite his feelings, he finally wandered into the kitchen. he smiled softly at the coffee cup sitting in the sink, the white mug stained with your lipstick on the rim. he could picture you fixing your lipstick in the mirror before walking out the door in a hurry, because you were almost always running late.

he made himself a cup of coffee, sitting down on the couch and scrolling through his phone. he saw that you had posted on your instagram story about an hour ago, a picture of you and your friends in the mirror of the bathroom at the cafe downtown.

girls day <3

his heart almost leapt into his throat at how brightly you were smiling. he caught himself smiling back at the photo, your smile being too infectious. he couldn’t help himself as he slid up on the picture, typing back a response.

can i be invited next time? i’m one of the girls 😕

he watched as your icon appeared in the chat, your side illuminating with the ‘typing…’ in the lower corner.

i think the girls would disagree, hun. i’ll be home soon, and then i’m all yours 🤍

he smiled softly, double tapping the message.

deal. have fun, baby ❤️

you double tapped his message in return and he swiped out of instagram, checking his email. when it was done refreshing, only one had caught his eye. he placed his coffee down on the table in front of him as he turned his entire focus to reading the email.

dear mr. norris,

i’d like to congratulate you as your offer for the home on willow lane has been approved! i’ll be in contact soon to talk about settlement and move-in dates.

in all, congratulations on being a homeowner! look forward to speaking with you!

best wishes,

sam parker

keller prime realty

“no way, mate!” he laughed softly.

max had decided to come downstairs at that exact time, “you alright?”

he nodded at his friend, “remember that house i showed you? the one i said i was debating on putting an offer on?”

max nodded, “yeah, what about it?”

“well, i may or may not have put an offer on it,” lando continued, “and it may or may not have gotten approved.”

max smiled, patting his best friend’s shoulder, “congrats, mate. when do you and y/n move in?”

lando’s face fell and max rolled his eyes, “you haven’t asked her yet? you literally just bought the house and you still haven’t asked her?”

lando bit down on his bottom lip, “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just, i don’t know if she’s on the same page. i mean, she spends the weekends here, but whenever i wake up on sundays she’s normally about to leave.”

max shook his head, “or what if it’s because you never told her how much you like her staying here? i mean, sure we both know you love having her without saying anything, but maybe she just needs that reassurance.”

lando nodded, catching onto what his best mate was on about, “and i haven’t reassured her…”

“right,” max nodded, “now you get it.”

“so, what? i’m just supposed to be like ‘hey, i love having you here so much that i bought a house for us to move into, if you want’?” lando joked, taking a sip from his mug.

max rolled his eyes, “not exactly like that, you div.”

the door opened and you smiled as you kicked your heels off by the door, the two boys’ eyes landing on yours, “hey,”

“hey,” max smiled.

lando smiled at you as your feet padded against the hardwood floor heading towards the kitchen, your keys and purse hanging on the hooks by the door, “how was brunch?”

“good,” you nodded, placing the white takeout box on the shelf in the fridge, “they had really good matcha lattes, i think you would’ve liked it.”

lando hummed, “maybe we can go sometime soon.”

you nodded, plopping next to him on the couch, chin leaning on his shoulder, “sounds good, baby.”

lando smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. you smiled into the kiss as max groaned, which only made you pull lando closer by his hoodie. you laughed when max fake gagged and got up from his seat, the both of you breaking apart and laughing as he made his way back up the stairs, “yep, that’s enough. sick of you two swapping spit near me.”

“cheers, mate,” lando called back up the stairs before looking over at you. you smiled at the brunette.

“what?”

he shook his head, “just thinking.”

your eyes found the curl that had fallen out of place, your fingers moving to brush it back, “about what?”

“how much i love having you here,” he said and your lips turned into a smile, “i have someone to annoy max with now.”

you giggled, “that’s my favorite pastime and you know that.”

he smiled, nodding, “i do.”

there was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, “do you like coming here?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “of course i do. what makes you ask?”

he took in a deep breath before looking back at you, “i bought a house.”

his words came out all of a sudden and you looked at him confused, “you… bought a house?”

he nodded, swallowing before he continued, “for us.”

your heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you, softly smiling, “i found the perfect house, and i put an offer on it and it was accepted. i know i should’ve told you, but, i really really want you to move in with me. like yesterday,”

you laughed softly as he smiled, “when did you put an offer on it?”

“a few weeks ago,” he said, “i know i should’ve told you, but when i say it’s perfect it’s literally perfect. everytime i look at it i just keep seeing you dancing around the kitchen or us watching a movie in the living room, i don’t know…”

you placed your hand on his cheek, “i love you,”

he smiled back, “i love you, too,” his nose brushed against yours, “will you please move in with me.”

you brushed through the curls on the nape of his neck, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried your best to hold back the smile threatening to breakout on your face, “since you asked so nicely.”

he snorted before kissing you sweetly, pulling you into his lap. you giggled as he held you close, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“do you have any pictures?” you smiled against his lips. he nodded, reaching between the two of you before fishing his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. you watched as he pulled the listing up on his phone, a smile on his face as he handed it to you.

as you scrolled through the pictures and smiled about all the little things he had thought you’d like about the house, all he could think about was what you would look like in a white dress.

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Alex Keller x plus-sized reader

.8k | fluff, body insecurities Even if you don’t love yourself, Alex will until you do

The door of your shared apartment slammed shut followed by a couple of thuds.

“Baby?” Alex called from the couch, looking over his shoulder.

When you rounded the corner with a frown, he rushed and wrapped an arm around you, noticing the wobble of your lower lip.

“Oh, sweetie, what is it? Did something happen?”

You’d jumped out of bed with a grin that morning at the thought of the shopping trip ahead. One of your girls had their birthday coming up and you were getting matching dresses.

“No… It’s just…” You sighed, fighting the brimming tears. “I couldn’t find anything.” The first tear fell anyway, which you wiped away immediately.

He led you to the couch.

“Each time they found something cute, I had to be the bearer of bad news and tell them they didn’t have it in my size, or that it looked horrible on me. We went through the whole mall, and I had to look at all these cute dresses that I’d never get to wear because nothing would fit right. I feel so left out.” You sniffled. “I… I was feeling good. Got to have a nice brunch and boba after, but now I just feel guilty about ruining the day! We spent the whole day out and we didn’t even get anything.”

“You didn’t ruin the day, sweetheart.” He gripped your hands. “You just haven’t found the perfect dress yet. It takes time, doesn’t it?”

“I couldn’t even find anything remotely flattering. How am I going to find the perfect one? I don’t… even want to go anymore.”

You still wouldn’t meet his eyes when he wiped your tears away. “How about this, you get a dress you like, and we’ll get it tailored? Then you’ll get to showcase all those gorgeous curves I love so much.”

“But… It’s not supposed to be tailored. It’s supposed to look good right away.”

“Clothes off the rack don’t usually fit everyone perfectly. My dress uniforms were tailored too.” He tilted your face towards him. “We’re living, breathing things. We don’t all look alike and that’s normal.”

After a long silence, you muttered, “Why are you with me, Alex?”

“Because there’s no one I want more than I want you, no one with a sweeter smile or a lovelier voice.” He kissed your knuckles. “Some days I wake up and I wonder what you are doing with me. You should be with someone who doesn’t have to leave you all alone for weeks, make you worry sick if he’s coming home. Someone who doesn’t have so many ugly scars.”

“Alex…”

“It’s the same reason you’re with me, isn’t it? It’s never about what I see, always about how you make me feel.” He kissed your forehead. “I don’t see these flaws you talk about, because to me they’re not. I wish you could see yourself how I see you, just 5 minutes,” he said, caressing your cheek.

“Your smile is what keeps me going in the field when things go sideways. This pretty face is my absolute favourite thing to come home to.” His hands slid down your arms. “Because there’s nowhere safer than your arms when you hold me tight, or when you stroke my hair with your gentle hands.”

He squeezed your waist. “This is a wonderful reminder that I keep you happy. What else am I supposed to grab when we spoon?” His gaze trailed further down. “I love when you jump into my arms, especially when those thighs wrap around me, or when you get on your tippy toes on to kiss me.” He gave you a once over before bringing your hand to his lips again. “Fuck, there’s nothing I don’t love about you. I can’t ask for anything more.”

Your lips wobbled again, but for a different reason now.

He pulled you to his chest, his strong arms around you as he kissed the side of your face repeatedly. “I know it’s hard sometimes. But I’m going nowhere, and I’ll love you even more the days you can’t.”

He brushed the new tears off your face with his thumb and peppered more kisses on your cheek as he held you.

“We have the whole day to shop tomorrow. We can go anywhere you want, maybe the matcha cafe you like too after?"

“You don’t mind?”

He shook his head, giving you one of his gorgeous smiles. “The best things take time, like finding you. But had I known it’s you, I’d have waited longer.”

Happy birthday to my C aka my April sis aka the one Alex Keller would literally be on his knees for aka the story itself @shadofireshinobi. Here’s to many more times I’m gonna slide into your DMs and rizz the hell out of you <3

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - helen keller

The sun is shining☀️It's perfect for the sea breeze, partying and watching handsome guys ! Little Helen is ready💚 ⏰Today at 19:00 📍Xiamen Tuji Coastline Cafe (No. 2188-18, Huandao East Road, Siming District, Xiamen) Light candles together to wish Yibo a happy birthday🎂There are also exclusive gifts and romantic memories on site~We will see you there

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[Footsteps with the gentle click of spurs, followed by panting. Then, a doorbell chimes happily, gentle murmur crowds a corner, footsteps muffled by a rug for brief second.]

Bennett, A. : Oh, thank god, you’re here. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t come. Do you want to get something before we get into it? I was gonna get a coffee.

Keller, D. : Sorry, Arthur, I got a little lost on the way here. [Rustling of fabric, continues speaking over it.] I'm not much of a coffee drinker myself, is there something else you'd recommend?

Bennett, A. : Hm, I could see you enjoying some chai. You don't have to, though, I know you've got some… Dietary restrictions. [A pause.] I'm sorry, Deacon. This whole small talk thing is pretty new to me.

Keller, D. : [Short chuckle.] Don't we all? A cup of chai sounds wonderful, Arthur.

[Footsteps joined together.]

Keller, D. : Don't worry about the small talk either, friend. We've got enough big stuff to talk about tonight that we should get started, eh?

Bennett, A. : Can we wait… A bit for that kind of talk? [More footsteps, fabric rustles.] (Gently, but closer to phone’s general location.) Remember, I'm the one paying here.

Keller, D. : Of course we can wait, Arthur. I've got all night. [Footsteps.] As for who's paying… I suppose we'll have to see.

[Chair screeches against the floor, creaks. The gentle tide of conversation across the cafe is all that accompanies us. Break in conversation lasts exactly 17 minutes, 46 seconds, and 3 milliseconds.]

Bennett, A. : [Some footsteps, followed by the clinking sounds of cups on a table and another chair hauled out.] (Playfully) We will not 'have to see'. [A sigh.] So, where do we start?

Keller, D. : [A long sigh.] I'll admit, it's been quite a while since I've had a human drink - erm, besides alcohol. [Clink of a cup, pause.] Why don't we start with the vampire hunter you keep on a leash, huh?

Bennett, A. : He's a valuable asset. I'm sure you can understand that. I don't see what the issue is here, and even less why you keep insisting on destroying every plan I've ever had and putting every person I've cared about in danger. [A pause.] (Softly) You're included in that, for what that's worth. [Another pause.] Vampire hunters all around the nations are connected to Magnus, in one way or another. Cut one of the hydra’s heads, and two’ll bite, you know how organized crime goes. Killing Magnus wouldn't solve anything. Keeping him alive is what gets me the information that keeps us alive.

Keller, D. : I can understand keeping him close for intel. And I guess I can even understand going to his house for glasses of wine, sure. (Growing with conviction) What you need to understand is that bastard had a deliberate hand in the deaths of kindred I cared about. As for destroying your plans, how the hell am I supposed to know anything? It's not like you have told me anything about what you're trying to do. I'm in the dark here, Arthur. So forgive me for ‘endangering everything you care for’ or whatever. [Shuffling of mug against wooden table.]

Bennett, A. : What you need to understand is that the intel I got from Magnus is what saved the lives of some kindreds stuck in that building. Shiloh would be dead without what I've been doing here, and you too, probably. What happened at Crépuscule would have happened regardless of his presence, the only difference is, I got to save some people. [A pause.] And I'm sorry I assumed you were smart enough to understand I, a vampire, wasn't hanging out with a vampire hunter for 'fun'.

Keller, D. : And how was it supposed to look, Arthur? [Tightening of leather glove around porcelain] Get off your god-damned high horse for a second and look at this from my perspective. You had intel that Crépuscule was gonna go up, and what? Instead of - I don't know - warning the kindreds there about the attack, you sat down, had a glass of whiskey and fucked around? And don't make some excuse about not having enough influence to speak, Emizel climbed the fucking rafters with a microphone to talk shit.

Bennett, A. : You're right, I knew. I tried warning some people, but I should have tried harder. Some vampires make it seem so goddamn hard to act even somewhat amiable. [A pause.] (Raising in intensity, but not volume.) But you're right. I don't know why I didn't try harder, or why I still can't bring myself to care about the people that died. Maybe it's because all of them were awful to me, maybe it's 'cause I'm a monster, maybe it's 'cause I still can't bring myself to believe that there's any unlife worth living. [Shuddering breath.] Still, it doesn't change the fact Magnus is more useful to us alive than dead, and that going after him, whether you manage to kill him or not, essentially equates suicide, and worse, a fucking war. [A pause.] All the cards are on the table now, Deacon. What's your verdict?

[Long period of silence settles over them, punctuated by the simple rhythm of a boot tapping the floor and the piercing clicks of its spur.]

Keller, D. : How can you be so human, yet so glaringly not simultaneously? One second you preach about protecting ones you care about, but the very next, you're stone-hearted about every single kindred around you that you sign away the lives - the unlives - of. Regardless of what you think about the ways we are forced to live, you have no say in how others live it. And you sure as hell have no say in who dies. [A pause, a breath.] I don't give a rat's ass about killing your vampire hunter pet any more, to hell with him. What I care about is the oath I made to the Crown and the Ventrue clan to protect our kindred, and to uphold the Masquerade. I failed to protect anyone that day, hell, I almost met The Final Death myself. [A pause.] Maybe you don't feel the same, but this unlife was a miracle for me. It gave me a… A second chance. [Grinding of a chair against a plywood floor, the clamber of boots.] Whatever curse you see it as, you need to start looking for the blessings, Arthur, or the Final Death is going to come a hell of a lot sooner. And no matter how well you prepare, it's not gonna be the freedom you think it is.

[Footsteps followed by the snap of spurs, first on wood, then on rug, and, accompanied by the merry chime of a bell, finally on concrete.]

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Abandoned Driveways

Alex Keller x GN! Reader

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

| Series Masterlist | Previous Part |

The series finale is here, only real TW is some angst in this chapter

Chapter 05

It had been a month since you found the house vacant. It had been longer since you last heard from Alex Keller.

Filling your life with extra shifts, hobbies and reconnecting with friends you desperately tried to forget the charming dirty blonde that stole your heart and ran with it. You slowly stopped thinking about where he was, if he was safe. If he took the time to read up on the garbage schedule in his new neighborhood.

You got the change in shifts that you had been praying for, working days instead of nights. Despite the joy you felt telling your close friends and family of the achievement, you still felt a hole within your soul.

Would Alex have been proud of you? Happy to hear this news?

Sitting in your livingroom on one of your days off, swiping through your phone to keep your mind occupied before you went grocery shopping. The quiet of your house broken by a firm knock on the door. Not expecting any visitors, you prepared yourself for a solicitor at your door. The main downfall to living in a nicer neighborhood - they seemed to be attracted to this area.

Sighing softly, you ran your hand over your hair as you opened the door a bit. About to launch into an apologetic “not interested” speech, before you were met by a familiar pair of eyes. The sight causing your mouth to go dry and your muscles to tense.

“Your not so favourite person bringing your favourite ….. okay.” In the shock of the moment, you unconsciously slammed the door in his face. Hands shaking as you tried to comprehend what was happening on your porch right now.

Shock slowly dissipated into frustration; the feeling of being abandoned surfacing within your heart as you shook your head in disgust. Locking the door before phoning your friend, begging them to tell you what to do.

“Wait, he’s back? Like, your almost-pretty-much-official-boyfriend from a couple months ago who left without a trace is standing on your porch?” They confirmed, equally as shocked by the news you just shared.

Tears now falling, you listened as they gave you the most logical answer they could in this situation. Would it really be that bad to talk to him? Even for a bit to get closure?

After offering to come beat his ass, of course.

Nodding to yourself, hanging up the phone and opening the door. Spotting him sitting on your porch stair, staring out into the street, sunglasses perched on the top of his head. His hair now darker and less messy than when you last saw him. Shoulders more toned and pronounced through the material of his shirt.

Two coffee cups sitting to his left. Bought from the cafe you two frequented during your time together.

Padding across the deck, you sat down on the other side of the stair. Pressing yourself against the railing, fixing your gaze forward. At the house that now homed a small family.

“Why are you here, Alex?”

“To explain. To beg on my knees for your understanding.” He answered immediately, like it was the most natural thing in the entire world. Like his only goal in life was mending the bridge between the two of you.

“Then go on…. Wait,” shaking your head you looked at him for the first time since this interaction. Seeing a new light sparked in his eyes. He seemed more alive, free since his time spent living across from you. “Understanding? You don’t want forgiveness?”

Giving you a head shake with a confused frown he shrugged. “I’m not expecting you to forgive me for how things ended. It was a shitty thing that you got in the middle of. I don’t deserve to be forgiven, but I would like it if you understood what happened. No holding back, no more secrets.”

“Keep talking.” You urged, picking up one of the cups. Swirling the liquid in the paper cup before taking a sip as he smiled softly. Ready to explain everything, ready to feel free once again.

“I wanted to tell you, I fought and waited until the very last second. I tried waiting until you got home.” He started softly, speaking only loud enough for the two of you to hear. Honesty and regret written across his features. Eyes rolling up as he blinked firmly, looking away from you momentarily to rub a hand across his face.

Returning your gaze with tears threatening to form again in his eyes he whispered,

“Leaving you without a goodbye was the hardest thing I've ever done.”

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

Alex Keller Taglist: @gcing-back-to-505 @deadbranch @glitterypirateduck

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more 🍓🍓🍓 for whoever you like hehe

send me a 🍓 and one of my OCs for a random fact about them

ooo i asked my wife to give me three random ocs for this and she mentioned poppy harris, who i don't think i've talked about on here in YEEEARS, bc we've been talking restarting her campaign again. poppy is a forest ranger who has sometimes unpredictable magic that can control plants. these abilities started manifesting around high school, when one morning she woke up from a weird dream and every plant within like a 100ft radius had sprouted up at least a foot overnight.

kit wright, my private investigator girlie, also happens to be a pickpocket. but she's also a little bit strange, so things just kinda... appear in her pockets sometimes without her actually stealing them. (she recently was in this rich ceo lady's apartment and the lady pulled a trinket out of her pocket that had been on a table nearby - awkward!) but sometimes it's quite useful, like a business card to a cafe that a suspect frequents or a schedule book for someone she's trying to get information on.

one of my favorite things about venus keller is that she might possibly be one of the most extroverted people in the galaxy. she was so sheltered when she was young that once she got out of there, she became a social butterfly. any time her adoptive mom, el, brought her onto a space station, she would gab with everyone she possibly could. the result is that whenever she goes anywhere, there's at least a handful of people that know her - and some of them might have funny stories about leetle baby venus chattin' with them about power sources or giving them tips to fix their engine problems. she's a delight. 🥺

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VALENTINES DAY HEADCANONS

COD (CALL OF DUTY)

(Only modern warfare 2 bc that’s the only one I know enough abt)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He acts like he doesn’t care about it at all but he carefully slipped a valentines note to you with a wooden rose taped to it.

John “Soap” MacTavish

He legitimately cleaned your room for you and then set it up to be a cheesy romantic thing, I’m talking candles, dim lights, rose petals leading to the bed—you name it.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Legitimately acted like a middle school boy asking out his crush. Got you a box of chocolates and a big ass bouquet.

Capt. John Price

Probably bought you smth expensive (I.e. jewelry, clothes, etc) and praised how lovely you were. He even shared his coconut water with you, how sweet.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Skittered at you on all fours and chased you around the to confess to you (it worked)

Alex Keller

Tried to impress you by doing a backflip you your date and broke his nose because his prosthetic leg flew off and hit him in the face.

Valeria Garza

Only the most expensive wine and luxurious gifts for you, you deserve all of it.

Alejandro Vargas

Put on the cheesiest movie he could possibly find, and you have no clue how he stumbled across such a thing.

Nikolai

You two simply just cuddled together.

Kate Laswell (WLW/NMLNM)

Sent you valentines Facebook posts

König

Slung you over his shoulder and took you to a little cafe where he tried to sit down in a chair and it crumbled like it was nothing.

Farah Karim (platonic???)

Woke up to so many Valentine’s Day messages from her, you accidentally left her on read and she threatened to beat you up with the flowers (playfully)

Vladimir Makarov + General Shepard

Called You slurs

Phillip Graves

Sent you this exact picture vvv

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Dating Chris Keller Headcanon

*No one writes for this fandom... it’s been years, I get it but people will know about it. No regrets!

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- No one knows how you can like him, not even you

- He refers to himself in the third person and you kind of, find it cute

- Everyone thinks you're insane for even thinking about having a fling with him (*cough cough* Brooke and Haley)

- Nathan is concerned and takes you to a doctor

- Chris Keller is surprised when he overhears your confession

- He was bored and curious what your girl talk consists of (he was not disappointed)

- He's very happy with the fact that you, of all people, like him (or at least, find him attractive)

- He actually changes into someone everyone can call a friend

- Jamie likes the two of you together

- Clay and Quinn understand where Jamie and every are coming from so they ask you out to lunch... to catch up because if anyone else does it, there’s going to be a lot of judgment

“So, we hear you’re with Chris?” Quinn says slowly, not wanting to dry heave.  

You hum, taking a sip of water. “What?” 

“We heard you and Chris Keller are kind of together?” 

“Why are you two asking?” 

“I think you know why,” Clay intervenes. 

You roll your eyes, “I do and frankly I don’t see why it’s any of your guys' business.” 

“We’re just concerned-” 

“I get it, he wasn’t the best guy in the past, but he’s come around. I mean, he helped Dan and Julian bring Nathan home from that wack job. But, has anyone actually tried to make conversation with him? Or even thought that maybe I know what a jerk looks like and won’t date one.” 

Before either of them can open their mouths, you storm off. “Thanks for this deceiving lunch but I don’t want to talk to anyone else today.” 

“We’re in so much trouble,” Quinn rests her head on the table. 

“Yeah, we’re dead. I’ll let you talk to Haley first.”

“Clay!” 

“She’s your sister.”  

- No one was prepared for what would happen after that.

Chris raises a brow at the door slamming behind you. “Sounds like you had a good lunch.” 

You ignore him and throw yourself onto the couch in the studio.

He didn’t really know what to do and didn’t want to piss you off anymore but seeing you stretch out so sad, actually makes him feel bad. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t-” 

“Shouldn’t what?” 

“I mean, if everyone is so upset by the fact that you’re dating Chris Keller... maybe we should, stop this.” 

You gulp, “is that what you want?” 

He pauses, not expecting you to ask him. “... yes.” 

You nod, grabbing your bag as you hold back any tears that pool in your waterline. “Okay.” 

He stares at the door for a while after you left. 

Chase walks in and raises a brow at his weird behavior. “Everything okay?” 

He clears his throat, “yeah, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Well, I think I saw your girlfriend leave here in tears and you’re looking like a pathetic version of yourself.” 

“Chris Keller is offended.” 

“What happened?” 

“Yeah, what happened?” 

“Little CK, when did you get here?” Chris asks, hoping the kid can distract him. 

“Wondering if there’s fresh meat on the market.” 

Chris grabs the boy by his shirt and pulls him closer to him. “Nobody goes after Chris Keller’s girl.” 

Chuck nods, raising his hands, “okay, okay. I hear you.” 

The post break-up

- You and him, have been in a depressive state ever since then. 

- Which means, everyone feels bad, like really, really bad

- Julian went to you first

“I brought your favorites.” He smiles, raising a bag from Karen’ Cafe. “And coffee, extra sugar because you’re weird.” 

It was a running joke between the two of you and before, it’d make you laugh. 

His thinned lips tug to the side as he takes in your depressive state before taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “What are you feeling today?” 

You shrug. “Like I don’t want to do anything.” 

He nods, patting your back, leaving the bag and coffee on your nightstand. Everyone knows when you’re alone you’ll enjoy the treats but other than that, forget it. 

- He texts the group. 

JuliantheDirector 

“It’s still bad. She hasn’t moved since yesterday.” 9:32am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“What are we going to do?” 9:39am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Haley says she feels bad.” 9:42am Sent Read

Shutterbug typing...

PilotChase 

“Chris isn’t doing any better.” 9:49am Sent Read

Nathan 

“You guys shouldn’t have talked about their relationship” 9:54am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Since when were you a fan of them dating?” 9:58am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“Jamie?” 9:59am Sent Read

Mastermind 

“Jamie? What are you doing with your dad’s phone?” 10:02am Sent Read

AgentClay 

“We shouldn’t have meddled in their relationship. Nathan tried to keep Quinn and I apart and look at us now.” 10:06am Sent Read

Shutterbug 

“I feel like a hypocrite.” 10:08am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“Is this now operation save young love?” 10:11am Sent Read

B-Dazel 

“Were you up watching those romance movies again?” 10:16am Sent Read

JuliantheDirector 

“I’m not going to answer that.” 10:19am Sent Read

- Neither of you saw it coming. 

- The girls tricked you, obviously while the guys made a plan for Chris.

- They took you two back to the place where you two had a decent interaction, the Scott household

- Chase dragged Chris there and pretended that they were going to have a poker night. And the girls told you they were going to have a movie night. 

- But when the girls disappeared after telling you to grab the casserole out of the oven

- The boys told Chris to get drinks while they set up

- And this is when things got awkward

“Oh.” 

You glance up and find him standing there, looking as- you shake your head, not sure if you can think of him that way since you two... aren’t together. 

“I’m supposed to get drinks. The guys- they- uh- planned a poker night.” 

“The girls told me to get this out of the oven so we can have a movie night.” 

“It’s not poker night, is it?” 

“And it’s definitely not movie night.” You sigh. “They tricked us but, I don’t get why. I mean, we broke up because of... whatever reason you chose.” 

“It’s- Chris Keller doesn’t like talking about his feelings but it doesn’t feel weird when I talk to you.” He takes a step closer. “I, Chris Keller, typically known for being selfish, didn't want you to be sad because your friends didn’t like the fact that we’re dating.” 

“What?”

“You’ve known these people for almost all your life and their opinions matter. I just- I thought I’d save you from judgment before it started to take a toll on you.”  

When he’s within reach, you cup his cheek, staring up at him affectionately. “You’re an idiot.” 

His mouth opens and closes, trying to figure out whether to be offended or not. 

“Kiss her!” 

You two turn to see everyone standing at the window before ducking. 

“Chris Keller is doing this because he wants to. Not because the screaming people told him to.” 

You smile, leaning closer to him. “Can Chris Keller shut up and kiss me?” 

“Gladly.” 

“I’m so happy for you two,” Brooke says, hugging you. “And I didn’t dry heave while saying it.” 

“Progress,” you chuckle. 

- After that, no one tried to break anyone up after that

- Get togethers only grew more interesting because everyone saw a new side to the man whore, relationship wrecking musician

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[positivelybeastly]

[I forgot you liked for a 'hug' in the inbox.]

When things fall apart for Hank, they fall apart spectacularly. Tess stands there with her hands in her pockets. There's a glint in her eyes, one quickly blinked away. (It's regret over--all of it, not pity, but she'll be damned if she lets Hank see her teary-eyed after the day he's had.) "Being a mutant sucks sometimes." The sardonic way she says it might not be tactful, but it is honest.

Yeah. Being a mutant fucking sucks sometimes, and it sucks for some mutants more than others.

After an awkward sort of shuffle and a bit of fidgeting with her pocketed hands, she opens her arms to him, the way she would for her nephew and nieces, or Rodney after his parents died. "C'mere."

"It'll be our secret."

It has been . . . a tiring, day.

First of all, he'd made the cardinal mistake of daring to go to sleep - he'd been without for three days now, and even with his cat-like metabolism, it was starting to affect him. Down had come the camp bed in the lab, KLICK had gone the reinforced feet, and FLUMP had gone Henry McCoy, right onto warm, soft sheets.

He had gotten approximately twenty three minutes of sleep before he had been woken up by Julian Keller and Quentin Quire having what could only be charitably described as a telekinetic slapfight. How, might you ask, had he been woken up by that, considering his lab was soundproofed?

Well, they had decided that their slapfight would go right through Hank's wall, of course.

Through a table of lab cultures and bacteriological experiments that had taken weeks to prepare, had been sitting there for a month being observed every day, twice a day, and now . . . now, the entire thing was going to have to be thrown out, started over again, and all of his current test results scrubbed because the group had been ruined.

Then had come the rest of the morning, and oh had it come for him without mercy. His attempts to get even a middling breakfast were completely stymied by the children having eaten them out of house and home, every single cupboard bare, save for three Hot Pockets that Hank refused to eat, with the distinct air of a man who would rather die than let them burn his mouth to a charcoal crisp.

So, he had elected to go out for food. A simple enough endeavour, one would have thought.

His favourite cafe was closed, so he had had to make do with a newer pop up little thing that sold coffee at too high a price and over-presented their food to make up for the fact that it was simply whelming. It had been - fine, up until he had noticed that the family three tables over kept shifting uncomfortably, their baby crying off and on again, which was just, actual nails on a chalkboard to a man like Hank McCoy.

Cue the server coming along to quietly inform him that he was making the family uncomfortable, that the baby wouldn't stop crying because it kept staring at him and becoming upset, that the mother understood, of course, that this was Dr. Henry McCoy, PhD, M.D, Avenger and X-Man and celebrity, but his eyes, you see, his eyes are just a little too -

So he had been turfed out of the little pop up cafe, resorting to eating his food on a park bench. Fine. Fine, this was the way of things, he would persevere.

The nearby apartment block had promptly exploded into a cacophony of flames, thanks to what was immediately obviously a gas leak. Down had gone the croissants, up had gone Hank, pulling people out through windows and bounding down to put them out of harm's way. He had done a fairly good job of clearing them all out, too, when the main gas supply had ruptured and sent him flying ass over tea kettle, right into a wall, and then -

Whomp.

Out cold.

The very first thought he'd had when he woke up was, well, at least I got the rest I wanted. The second thought was, are they really waking me up with a thrice damned fire hose?!

They were.

Up he had gotten, his fur singed and wet, his expression absolutely thunderous, and the fire chief had just patted him on the back, thanking him for his service before going right back to what he was doing. Hank had stomped back to the park bench, only to find - of course, that his food was gone. Pilfered, it seemed, by the local wildlife.

He had trudged back to the Institute, peeled out of his uniform, and gone to sit by the fireplace in his underwear and a robe, wrapped up tight and doing his best to make sure as little of his body was on show as possible. He didn't like showing skin - or, fur, rather - anymore.

He had made the cardinal mistake of glancing up at the mantelpiece, and staring at the picture of them, the photo portrait that had hung there for years. The Original Five, and Charles, of course. Sat around the Professor, all smiling, all happy. All so very.

Human. Looking.

He found himself, as he always did, staring at that boy.

That smug, insufferable, oh so clever, oh so verbose, oh so stupid boy. The boy that had thought himself a man, and set him down the path to all of this with so little thought, just a whim, just a touch of ego.

He hated that little bastard.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd slammed his paw into the photograph, and what had once been Hank McCoy's handsome features was reduced to a scrap of torn paper and glass, his face screwed up into an unrecognisable mess of gloss and fine wood backing.

It was only Tess' words that brought him out of his awful little reverie, and he blinked, looking at her. There was something in his eyes that was very small and very - very fragile, that couldn't quite become tears, even as the glass tinkled off of his knuckles.

". . . Yes. Yes, I . . . suppose it does . . ."

It says a lot about just the kind of day he's had that he doesn't even try and pretend like he doesn't need the hug, and he just, acquiesces. Curls around Tess like he might just fall apart if he doesn't have something, someone to hold on to.

It's a good thing his back is turned, away from the portrait. Tess gets to watch as the scraps of ruined gloss paper that had been Hank's sculpted jawline, his sharp cheeks, his intellectual brow, came away from the rest of the portrait and fell into the fire, where they curled, and melted, and died.

Instead, he has Tess.

And . . . this is one of those moments where that fact alone is more than enough to keep Hank going.

[wizzycore]

ackkkk @fedoradolokhov​ tumblr messed this ask HEAVILY up so lets try this again

im speedquesting on keller rn to try and dodge the deer knight changes, so 1 and 3 go to him!

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

nonalcoholic: cream soda. keller is a cream soda obsessor and connoisseur. he’s rated every single cafe in wizard city for cream soda quality.

alcoholic: eh i mean keller’s not a big drinks guy but if he had to order, something light like hard lemonade or smth

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

1) most expensive purchase? the bonerattler, for sure (that electric guitar in the halloween packs)...i like to think that certain pack items are like, either rare or super black-market-y in wizard city, so he definitely shelled out an assload for an electric guitar that also has the avenues to be a wand focus .

2) where their disposable income goes? grendleweed. lol. either that or fancy wands. admittedly, this isn’t always his income as much as it is carlos’s income, but when the guy leaves so much of his money around it’s no wonder that a bunch of antique and beautiful wands are scattered all in the attic.

and i dont talk nearly enough about local deranged storm woman delaney, so she gets 5 and 7!

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

hmmm. delaney’s not really a crier, but... the last time she cried was probably in private, when the news broke that carlos as well as other people she knows were presumed dead in azteca. so like a pretty long time ago now.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

delaney has a couple good pairs of shoes, which she obsessively upkeeps! she preens like a bird or perhaps an owner of air jordans. the shoes she ends up wearing the most, though, are earth-style sneakers adapted to act as gear, i.e warded and with spaces for jewels -- she’s got teeny amethyst crystals acting as those little thingies at the end of laces, aglets, probably giving her like some accuracy boost or smth. other than those, she has like 3 pairs of boots in various lengths, with her knee-high boots having sabatons fitted to them for combat. for when she’s feeling like that bitch and such.

tysm for the asks !!! this was super fun ^v^

[enkisstories]

At the combined grocery store & cafe, outside the Reeds’ notice, a heartbreaking scene occured: Chace Keller and Cher Moutardes sat at the same table, but simultaneously talked to a sim on the adjacent table instead of to each other.

And then they played the same “game” at the dart board again...

Cher had basically raised this boy after his parents had died, but then they had had a bad falling out, Chace moved to Detroit and they have not talked ever since. But now here the man sat, over his favorite childhood dessert - Cher must have started on it the moment she saw the car arrive.

Cher: “What I witnessed yesterday? Let’s see... When I heard the shots from the parking lot, poor Aisha and the Douglas family were present. And there was something else: something dark darting through the trees!”

*sighs*

“Well, maybe it was just the neighborhood burglar and she was as shocked as the rest of us. Who can tell!”

Chace: “Thank you, uh, Mrs. Moutardes...”

[beencaughts]

@prxttylittle

Luna couldn’t recall a time she ever had a full conversation with Nick Keller. They’d known each other for years, hung out together all the time, but she still couldn’t remember ever just speaking to him — not about Cass or Prince or even some other superficial topic like what liquor to buy for the next party he threw — but to him, as a person or as her friend. They didn’t have much in common besides their friends and lack of parental supervision. Or at least that had been the case before Cass and Prince decided to give them one more thing to have in common. 

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Luna hadn’t spoken to her friends in weeks, if she felt like she could even still call them that. She had so much resentment towards them for driving Prince away that, at times, it blinded her to her own fault in the situation. At the time, she had been so focused on being a good friend that it made her lose sight of being a good girlfriend. Now, she had neither. Luna focused her attention on school and work. If she wasn’t busy with one, she was doing the other. It had become a bit exhausting, but it was much better than having any downtime to focus on how fucked her life had gotten. 

“Desi, you have to clean the—what are they called in English? El mejillón?” Luna racked her brain trying to remember the word but gave up after a minute. “Whatever they’re called, you have to clean those before you put them in the paella. It will be disgusting now, but I bet you’re still gonna eat it,” She giggled. Luna and her brother were on FaceTime. It’d been a while since she spoke with him, and since her flat had become so empty, the homesickness was hitting her a little harder than usual. They made plans a few days ago to make her favorite Spanish food together. It was nice to talk to him. Before moving to London, Desi was the person she was closest to because they were only 11 months apart in age, and she was missing that bond these days. She opened her mouth to speak until she was interrupted by a knock on her door. Luna raised a brow, not having been expecting any guests. Wiping her hands clean with a dish towel, she picked up her phone and moved towards the door. Her brother asked who it was and she shrugged. “Either I’ll have to call you back, or you’ll have to call 999.” Luna looked through the peephole and rolled her eyes. “I’ll call you back.” Her brother started to protest, but she hung up on him as she opened the door to find Nick Keller on the other side. 

That day Luna was so annoyed that he’d come over, but she never did give her brother that call back. She and Nick talked for hours, sharing her paella as she explained her disappearing act and how she hadn’t been doing too well. He must’ve pitied her because, after that, Nick would start showing up at Luna’s door a couple times a week. She welcomed the company since she still wasn’t speaking to Matt and Panda, and the other two people in her life didn’t have much of a physical presence anymore. Sometimes Luna would make them dinner, and other times they’d just have tea and chat, but one thing they never did was talk about Prince and Cassie. Nick would tell her about what dumb thing Matt did that day, and she would talk about work and school, but they never addressed the elephant in the room. That was, until one day, Nick took the leap and asked how Cass was doing. Luna was caught off guard by his question because they’d been talking about when she planned on speaking to their other friends again. “Oh, um, she’s good. She started working at this cafe recently, and she won’t shut up about it because it’s like some dream she’s always had in her head.” He seemed content with the answer, a small smile on his face, although his features showed a hint of sadness. “You’re lucky you get to ask, y’know.” Somehow, Luna figured her words would cheer him up a bit. He looked up at her. “I know it sucks that she didn’t say goodbye and that you’re not the person she still talks to, but I think you’re really lucky for being able to know if she’s doing okay.” He shakes his head but returns to their previous conversation to avoid delving deeper into the topic. They decided she’d go home with him today to make up with Panda and Matt, but that’s the last time they talk about Prince and Cass until a few weeks later.

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Luna would have days where she would be reminded of Prince, be sad for five minutes, and move on with her day. Other times, not so much, and today was a not-so-much day. She’d already cut her hair in a dramatic move to erase a part of her that Prince liked, but there were still so many things in her flat that reminded her of him. Luna wanted to get rid of it all, starting with her bedroom. Every picture was thrown into the bottom drawer of her desk, and she tossed her sheets in the bin and replaced them with some that he never laid in. The biggest task left was her closet.

She made it easy for him to leave, she thought to herself. He couldn’t have had much to pack because she found shirt after shirt in her closet. Each one having memories attached to it— him waking her up with coffee in the morning, her secretly stealing it from their trip to Paris because she wanted something to remember it by, him managing to finally convince Luna to skip her uni classes. They didn’t leave her bed once that day. Luna tried to push through the task, but she was spiraling. Her mind was filled with him. She still loved him. She missed him. 

Abandoning her closet, she went to her living room for another distraction. She only got as far as picking up the remote before her tears blinded her vision and a sob clawed its way out. Luna heard the front door open, but she didn’t care enough to lift her head to see who it was. She stopped caring about a lot of things lately like locking the door. It was something she’d always nag at Cass about, but there wasn’t anything in her flat that she cared for anymore, herself included. There was no point. She knew whoever it was didn’t mean her any harm when they asked what was wrong, and she immediately recognized that it was Nick.

She laughed bitterly, finally lifting her head to look at her friend. “What’s always wrong. The reason you even come over here in the first place. We weren’t friends, Nick, let’s be real here, but you come over and look at me with your sad fucking eyes because we had to break each other’s hearts when we had to tell each other that the people we love left us without saying a word, but we sit here and drink tea all the fucking time and pretend that’s not the only reason we’re even talking.” Nick wasn’t put-off by her outburst because he comes and sits next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and encouraging her to rest her head on his, which she does. The pair sit in silence for a while, Luna’s sniffling being the only noise in the room before she speaks up again.

“I never needed him to love me as much as I loved him. I only needed him to love me enough.” Nick asks enough for what? “I don’t know — enough to not leave me. Enough to say fucking goodbye…..enough to take me with him just — enough. Why couldn’t he give me enough?” 

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After that, they stop pretending like their shared fucked up love lives aren’t what’s making them hang out, and they start talking about it more. Nick tells her how much Cass hurt him, and she talks about how much Prince hurt her. Luna tries to reassure him of things without giving too much away. It was honestly nice for Luna to have someone to speak to that understood what she was going through, but it sucked he could never provide her enough back.

One day, he speaks up about his and Prince’s night at the bar the night before he broke up with her. Luna chuckles. “I knew he was going to break up with me that night, Nick.” Nick’s eyes grow wide. He asks if it’s because Prince said something but she shakes her head. “I knew he was going to break up with me because every time I saw him the last few months he was here, I knew he was always so close to doing it. I don’t know why he stayed with me so long. Maybe to torture me and make me feel as bad as he did.” 

“Why did you stay so long then?” 

Luna shrugs. “I guess the same reason why you stayed around for Cass.” 

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Nick and Luna had been hanging out in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as they once again bonded over the trauma Cass and Prince caused them. “A while ago, his mum was here," Luna didn't know why she was bringing this up, but she just thought of the moment and had to share. "But she left and we had this whole thing where I told him that I’d be his person who stays, always.” She said the last word of her sentence with sadness. “I promised I’d never leave him, so I just-“ Luna paused, taking a deep breath to control the aching in her chest that her words were causing. “I just wonder if he realized I needed a person who stays too.” Luna reminds herself of what she told Prince about people who leave— they do it because they're selfish, and there's something wrong with them. It had nothing to do with the people they left. She still believed the former half, but she was struggling with not taking it so personally. Her eyes move from the ceiling to Nick's face. "Do you blame yourself for Cass leaving?" He says no because he doesn't even know why she left. Luna's voice is in a whisper when she asks her next question. "Do you blame yourself for her not saying goodbye, then?" Nick is quiet for a beat, but he eventually says no to that too. He repeats the question back to her. She nods her head.

“Nick, I don’t even think them leaving is the issue.” Nick is confused and looks at her, but she refocuses her gaze on the ceiling. “They never asked us to go with them. They left everything behind and we weren’t special enough to be exceptions.” Luna briefly considered how much her comment might sting for Nick because Cass did have an exception, and she was laying right next to him. At least when Prince left, he decided no one was worth speaking to anymore, including the person he trusted enough to tell that he was leaving. Luna rolls over and rests her head on his chest and he welcomes it. “How could we be so in love with people who just viewed us as the same as everyone else?” Nick lightens the mood by joking about them hooking up. Luna laughs and pushes him away, and they joke about why they’d never.

"I like talking to you, Nick, seriously." They gaze at each other, smiles on their faces. "I'm sorry I told Cass that you're like a stale piece of bread, and I don't know why she hangs out with you." They both laugh before he pushes her off of her bed. She hits the floor with a thud. "Okay, I accept that I deserved that," Luna groaned as she stood up. That doesn't stop her from punching him in the arm, though. "So what's for dinner, Keller?"

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