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Leon Nightshade: Monster Hunter

Chapter One: Who You Gonna Call?

When he died, Leon Nighshade was a great number of things; a demon slayer, a hero, a monster. But when he first started his foray into the realm of the supernatural he was a mere two things; a wizard, and a con artist. Leon graduated middle of his class from Oakheart Academy for the Magical Arts, specializing in lumancy, the study of light magic. Learning magic was not cheap. Leon sank far into debt. Desperate for a way to earn money while also giving back to the community, Leon became a monster hunter, vowing to protect the world from the sinister creatures lurking in the shadows.

In the weeks that followed, Leon designed posters for his business, hanging them all around his neighbourhood. The posters had Leon front and center, a scrawny man with pale skin and jet-black hair. He held his hand up, positioned like a finger gun, a beam of light shinning from his pointer figure. He smiled and winked. The poster promised protection from goblins, ghouls, ghosts, and all sorts of other creatures one might find lurking in the dark. A phone number at the bottom gave readers a way to contact him.

While Leon had set out with noble intentions, he quickly lost his way. While monsters were rather destructive to those attacked, they were rare enough to become more of an urban legend than anything else. They were the kind of thing brought up and spectacularized, like shark attacks and unsolved crimes, fact getting mixed into rumor. The average civilian knew no more about monsters than what was shown in the latest horror movie. The average monster "expert" wouldn't be able to tell a Husk from a Revenant, even if they had a conversation with it.

Leon quickly became aware of this fact. He would get many calls about ghouls rummaging through trash, only to arrive to the house and find a raccoon nest. Eventually, he gave up and leaned into the supernatural panic around him, making a quick buck in the process. If a client needed pest control, he'd shoo the creatures away (after the client watched him say a holy prayer of course). If an exorcism was requested, he'd use his light magic to perform a lightshow, wowing any onlookers. After about a year of this, he had paid off nearly a tenth of his student debt. The gig paid well, but he was left unfulfilled. He was little more than a fortune teller at a cheap carnival. He was no monster hunter. His life was merely smoke and mirrors. He swore he would give up his cons one day, once his debt was paid off.

But fate had different plans for poor Leon. He gave up his cons one sunny day sitting in his apartment when he answered a phone call.

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The sun shone brightly in the sky outside Leon's apartment, casting a bright glare on his curtained windows. He sat at his deck in the dark. It was a shaky, shoddy, splintering wooden desk he had bought second hand. It was adorned with all sorts of trinkets: a jar of holy water (water lit by a light underneath), vampire fangs (an altered pair of dentures), a monster embryo (chicken fetus soaking in a jar of formaldehyde), a wooden talisman (a couple twigs bound by twine), and a ritual dagger (a replica from an anime he liked). An antique rotary phone sat amongst the clutter, tall and proud in the swirling sea of worthless baubles. Leon had spent a good bit of money on the phone, but clients that came to his "office" for a "consultation" appreciated the sense of ambiance and legitimacy it brought to his mysterious character.

Leon sat at the desk on an equally shaky wooden chair. His straight black hair fell in curtains around his head. He wore a tan trench coat over a stainless white dress shirt and a fresh pair of jeans. He had an orange Jack-o'-lantern tie proudly displayed on his chest. Most clients appreciated the tie, as it brought levity to what would otherwise be a grim scenario (in their minds at least). Leon was a showman. All he was was a calculated effort to relax clients, and their wallets. He browsed a website on a small laptop, buying digital ad space for his posters.

The phone rang sharply, causing Leon to jump in his seat. Three months he'd had that thing, and he still wasn't used to the noises it made. He carefully lifted the phone off the desk, moving the receiver to his ear.

"Leon Nighshade: Monster Hunter! Guaranteed to guard against ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and anything else that goes bump in the night! You're speaking to Leon! How can I help you?"

Leon had practiced this introduction a million and one times. He had to get it perfect. It had to be quick, concise, and cheerful enough to put the client at ease. Anyone desperate enough to call a monster hunter was a very nervous individual, something Leon had learned from experience. He paused a minute, waiting for the client to stammer out their request for help. They usually needed a minute to compose themselves before they could speak.

"Um... Ok, hi."

They were much too calm to be asking for Leon's help. They were either a skeptic calling with questions, or a prank caller. Leon hated those kinds of clients. They never paid.

"How can I help you today sir?" Leon spoke brightly into the phone, moving the conversation forward through a smile of gritted teeth.

"My name's Steve," The man on the phone spoke. He didn't sound amused by Leon's demeanor. "I'm part of the management team, up at Tulip Row Cemetery. We could use someone with your, err... Expertise?"

"What seems to be the trouble sir?"

"Our nightguard Greg- We had to hire a nightguard, after we found vandalized graves. Uh anyways, Greg came to us freaked out this morning. Said something about a monster stealing the bodies. As I said, we have had reports of disturbed graves, but it's probably just some punk kids playing some sick prank. He refused to come into work today unless we got a "monster hunter" out with him, and you were the first result on the web."

"$500."

"What?!"

"$500. That's my fee."

"Alright fine. But you better catch those good for nothing teens!!"

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It was late when Leon arrived at the graveyard. The air was quite thick with the scent of early September summer as the sun slowly drifted below the horizon. The graveyard was quite serene, a quaint little place surrounded by a large stone wall, next to an old looking forest. A metal gate stood at the front of the property with an ornate metal sign proudly displaying the words "Tulip Row Cemetery" over a row of engraved tulips. A man in a blue tracksuit stood under the sign, nervously surveying the area.

Leon approached the man. He stepped slowly, as not to spook him, yet strode with the calm confidence he brought to all his cases. The man looked quite alarmed, and more than a little pale. The poor man had obviously had a brush with some particularly nasty teens. Or, maybe, just maybe, he had seen a real monster.

The prospect of finding a real monster, doing some actual good in his community, excited Leon more than he would ever willingly admit. He was sick of conning people. He wanted to make at least some of his money offering a legitimate service. Every job he hoped to encounter a real monster, even if it was only a small one. Each job he left feeling hollow.

"You must be Greg," Leon smirked approaching the guard. "My name's Leon. I'm a monster hunter."

"H-Hi!" Greg spluttered out, jumping slightly at the sound of Leon's voice. He shook slightly with each word he uttered. "Good to see you, Mr. Leon Sir."

"Relax," Leon spoke softly. He placed a hand on Greg to stabilize him. "You're in good hands now."

Greg stopped shaking immediately and seemed to gain a little colour back in his face. Leon was a con man. He knew how to work a clients emotions, how to rig a show. He knew exactly which strings to pull to reassure a client and set their mind at ease. He felt happy the first few times he did this, like he was making a genuine impact, but the feeling quickly faded over time. It felt flat now, devoid of humanity, like a Shakespeare play performed by puppets. However, in some cases of extreme anxiety, Leon still felt a twinge of joy deep in his chest. Leon smiled softly at Greg.

"Now... How about you show me where this monster is?"

"O-of course Leon! follow me."

Greg led Leon through the gate and into the cemetery. Rows of headstones sat, each made of different materials, molded into different shapes and sizes. Some were large slabs of granite layered in beautiful engraved details, while others had meager markers of rotting wood. All the graves were evened out by one unifying marker, a lone tulip planted in front of the headstone, a sign of respect to the dead. While each tulip was seemingly a different colour from the rest, they were practically uniform in every other way. They were all the same size, the same shape. The tulips had all received the same level of care and maintenance. No matter the conditions the person came from, this lone tulip labelled them all equals. The tulips formed a line down each row of graves. Each row of graves was a row of tulips.

The stone wall surrounding the cemetery completely blocked the horizon. Nothing was visible over it, except the towering trees of the forest on the opposite side of the gate. The trees swayed and flowed, their branches blowing on an invisible breeze, blocked from the graveyard by the walls. The movement of the trees was perfectly normal, but the absence of the tactile feeling of wind made it seem abnormal. The way the trees swelled and fell back with seemingly no cause present almost made it look as if they were breathing.

Greg brought Leon to a small grave. It had a small, stone headstone. No tulip was present at this grave, as there was no dirt for it to grow in. The grave had been unearthed, a gaping hole taking it's place. The hole was rough and uneven, rather than uniform and clean. It had been an improvised job, likely done by hand rather than by shovel. The pit stunk with the stench of funeral home preservatives, a pungent odour reminiscent of despair. It reminded one of the grief and loss they faced, like looking through a scrapbook and finding a picture of a relative who passed. It was a foul smell that burned the nose, as if the decay it prevented was being inflicted onto the nose of whoever breathed it in. Leon carefully peered over the edge of the hole. The bottom was covered in shattered, splintered fragments of wood; the coffin that used to contain the body, not opened, but smashed to pieces. Not even the bottom was in tact, it was fully destroyed. A small creature would have smashed the lid to get at the body. Whatever they were dealing with was either large enough to lift the coffin, or not interested in the body contained within. The second option was quickly ruled out by the arrangement of the body on top of the splintered wood. It was arranged in a way such that it would be difficult to even classify it as a body. Ripped flaps of shredded skin lay strewn over the scene. guts and pieces of organs lay discarded on top. All the pieces looked as if they'd been ran through a cheese grater. Whatever retrieved the body had left all the meat behind. It clearly wasn't looking for food. Not a single bone seemed present in the carnage. Perched on top of this mass of entrails was a single tulip. It sat at the bottom of the pit, a bright orange beacon in the darkness, the colour of the sunset. It was crushed, as if it had been stepped on. It's petals flaked off, into the mess beneath.

Small creatures sat in the pit, feasting on the discarded scraps of the corpse that used to be a body. They were human shaped, though no larger than eleven inches tall. They had pale skin, like a corpse with all the blood drained from it. It was stretched thin over their body, showing faint, frail bones underneath, like those of a bird. They had long thin arms, ending in four clawed fingers which they used to pick the flesh apart. They gorged themselves on it, stuffing their faces full. Each bite filled their mouth and was swallowed in less than a second. They feasted on bite after bite, pausing only to swallow. Two little slits in their face resided over their preoccupied mouths, twitching with anticipation as each new morsel of food was scooped off the ground. They had big, bulbous black eyes, like the kind you'd see on a seal. The eyes reflected what little light was present in the pit, like a cat's eyes in the dark. The eyes were sunken into their head, making them look almost like the eyeholes on a skull.

Leon's eyes lit up at the sight of these creatures. Real monsters! He would actually be able to provide a legitimate service for once!

Greg very much did not like them. The sight of them brought back his intense panic.

"W-w-what are those things?" Greg whispered. He only moved his mouth, scared anything else would draw their attention.

"Ghouls," Leon whispered back, matching Greg's energy.

"G-ghouls?"

"They're small nocturnal scavengers that eat dead flesh. Some say they're the souls of the damned, reincarnated in physical form. It's not out of the ordinary to find them in a place like this. And don't worry, they're not dangerous unless they're in a large pack. Watch this!"

Leon stepped closer to the edge and lifted his hand up, pointing his finger down at one of the ghouls. A light seemed to emanate from his finger, starting from the base and slowly crawling towards the tip. His finger nail began to glow. The light externalized, manifesting itself in a small ball on the tip of his finger. The ball cast a faint ray of light down into the pit, like the beam of a weak flashlight with dying batteries. The light continued growing brighter and brighter as it charged. The ghouls noticed the faint rays shining down on them and quickly looked up, hissing at Leon like cats. The ball exploded forward, flying like an arrow of light, a fast bright laser blast. It hit one of the three ghouls in the head, burning a hole right through it. The ghoul hit the floor of the pit, dead. The other two ran, abandoning their meals, using their claws to burrow into the loose dirt of the walls of the pit.

"See?" Leon spoke, a grin spread on his face. "They're no problem at all! I'll just blast a few more and things should be good to go around here!"

"That's not what I saw yesterday," Greg muttered, still spooked.

"Well what did you see?"

"I- I don't know. It was white... White like they are. But bigger. Much, much bigger. The ground shook when it walked. I thought I was a goner. I ran and hid in the mausoleum over there. But it seemed to have come from the forest. I felt it stomp off that way as the sun came up."

Leon looked towards the forest in the distance. The trees stood tall, towering into the night. Their thick leaves blocked out the sky, hiding the night's star and moonlight. They continued dancing in the invisible breeze as if taunting Leon, daring him to come closer.

Something stirred in the pit of Leon's stomach as he looked out. For the first time in his career as a monster hunter, Leon felt fear. Something spooked Greg, something big. It wasn't troubled teens or ghouls, it couldn't have been. It had to be something bigger, something deadlier. Something waiting for him. Something waiting out there. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into the den of some great beast. It felt like the kind of thing you could enter but never leave, not as the same person at least. Leon did his best to swallow his fears and turned to face Greg with a shallow, forced grin.

"Alright then, lets go check it out."

The two marched forwards towards the forest, like moths drawn to a flame.

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fancoloredglasses · 2 months ago

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Street Fighter (Game over, man! Game over!), part 1

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(Thanks to Media Gamut TV & Film)

[All images are owned by Capcom and Universal. Please don’t sue or HADOUKEN! me]

Once again we delve into video game movies. This time we delve into the second ever video game movie, based on the game that inspired the game that the third video game movie was based on (got all that? I hope so, because there will be a short quiz later)

But first, a bit of backstory…

1987 saw arcades debuting a new video game called Street Fighter, which…wait, let’s go slightly farther back…

(Thanks to Indie Retro News)

In 1984, Data East released a fighting game called Karate Champ (trust me, this will be relevant)

(Thanks to Old Classic Retro Gaming)

A year later, one of the developers of Karate Champ went to Konami to help develop a side-scrolling beat-em-up called Kung-Fu Master (I swear, there’s a point)

(Thanks to Hogan Reviews)

Two years later, a member of THAT development team went to Capcom to help make a fighting game called Street Fighter. The playable characters (Ken and Ryu) were loosely modeled after the characters from Karate Champ and in 1-player mode faced off against characters loosely modeled after the bosses in Kung-Fu Master (told you it would make sense)

The game was pretty basic, and Konami would release a number of successful Beat-em-ups and fighting games over the next 4 years, but then magic hit in 1991.

(Thanks to Eurogamer)

…when Komani released Street Fighter II: The World Warriors, which saw an entire cast of playable characters joining Ken and Ryu, as well as a number of special moves (such as the HODOUKEN! fireball, above) that were dependent on the right combinations of joystick movements and button pressing. The game would spawn a number of variant titles using the name “Street Fighter II” (leading to the joke that Konami doesn’t know how to count to 3)

This would lead Konami to want to do a film about their franchise. But it couldn’t just be about a fighting tournament. It had to be an ADVENTURE!!!! That could sell TOYS!!!!!! And it had to have EVERY character from the games (not just the eight from the original Street Fighter II, but all of the ones that were added in the variant games as well)

The film starred world-class karate and kickboxing competitor (he would’ve been called an MMA fighter if MMA was A Thing in the 80s) turned action star Jean-Claude Van Damme as Allied Nations (AN; (because the UN doesn’t want to be associated with this film) Special Forces operative Col. Guile.

Every hero needs a villain, so Addams Family alum Raul Julia (in what would be his final role. Sadly, he died of cancer before the film was released. Happily, it meant he never had to see how much of a train wreck it was) was given the job of chewing up the scenery as the game’s Final Boss, M. Bison. The rumor is he took the role despite his condition because his kids were fans of the game.

[FUN FACT: The US version of Street Fighter II has a boxer character named Balrog. In Japan, he was named Mike after a certain Heavyweight boxing champion. That was apparently not blatant enough, but M. Tyson was obvious enough to warrant a lawsuit, so they named him M. Bison. When the game came to the US, the lawyers didn’t want to further risk a lawsuit, so the names were switched between M. Bison, the Final Boss (Vega) and a claw-wielding matador (Balrog)]

And thus ends the Star Power of the film.

It was very not well received, earning 11% on Rotten Tomatoes. It is considered by some (mostly kids) to be in the “so bad it’s good” category, but you be the judge. If you want to see the film, it’s available on Tubi or behind your favorite paywall.

We open to a news report announcing that the country of Shadaloo has been taken in a military coup by General M. Bison. The AN forces are on the ground to unseat Bison.

On the scene is reporter Chun-Li Zang (another character from the game (I think we can assume that nearly every Named Character will be from the game), played by Ming-Na Wen, who would go on to be the voice of the title character in the animated version of Mulan and Agent Melinda May in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), correspondent for Global News Television (GNT) World News, who reports that Bison kidnapped a team of 63 AN relief workers, killing their military escort (though three are missing), and is ransoming them for $20 billion (or over $300,000 each. I doubt their own families would be willing to pay that much, let alone a world government)

[QUICK NOTE: Chun-Li’s camera man (Balrog) and producer (Edmund Honda) are also characters in the game; As I mentioned earlier, Balrog is a boxer (formerly called M. Bison), while Honda is a sumo wrestler]

Then Chun-Li spots Guile arriving on the scene. Guile is in no mood to talk to Chun-Li, but has some words for Bison.

He then uses PG-13 “sign language” to send a message to Bison. Bison decides to hack the signal to send a message of his own to Guile.

Bison tells Guile that the hostages will die in 72 hours unless his ransom demands are met. He then cuts the signal (before the trace could be completed) and addresses the one captured AN soldier he hasn’t personally killed yet (who happens to be Guile’s best friend. WHAT ARE THE ODDS!)…

…and orders him to be sent to the labs for experimentation

[QUICK NOTES: In the game, Blanka is a savage who is able to electrically charge his body (I’m gonna guess those experiments will make that possible) To the right of Bison is Zangrief, a Russian wrestler from the game. In the movie, Zngrief is fiercely loyal and fiercely an idiot, but I guess wannabe dictators do love the poorly educated.]

Back at the staging area, Guile throws an insult at Chun-Li, who then tries to bond with Guile’s aide, Cammy (played by 80s Loco-Motion singer Kylie Minogue).

[FUN FACT: In the game, Cammy was a clone of M. Bison trained as an assassin before breaking her conditioning and defecting]

We then switch to an underground fighting arena…

…where smugglers Ryu Hoshi and Ken Masters are being escorted to their client…

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(Thanks to Dave Law 2013)

[FUN FACT: in the game, Ken and Ryu and friends trained by the same martial arts (which martial art is never specified) master, while Sagat is a Muay Thai master and was the Final Boss in the first game.]

Elsewhere, at Bison’s secret base, Bison checks on the progress of his “guest” scientist, Dr. Dhalsim. Dhalsim is upset that Bison is using his research to conquer.

[FUN FACT: In the game, Dhalsim is a master of…battle yoga?]

Dhalsim shows Bison the conditioning he’s performing on Blanka, filling his brain with violent imagery. During Blanka's programming, Bison plans on turning his mad science division loose on him.

Exactly where is he getting this stuff? I mean, Amazon isn’t yet A Thing.

Meanwhile, back at the fighting arena…

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(Thanks again to Dave Law 2013)

[FUN FACT: In the game, Vega (formerly called Balrog) is a ninja (from Spain)]

Well, that’s certainly one way to crash a party!

The next morning, Guile calls a staff meeting to review the previous day’s activities. Cammy reports that though Bison cut the signal before she completed the trace…

Then, the meeting is attacked by a pair of assassins disguised as servers. They don’t last long. Cammy then finds a tattoo marking them as part of Sagat’s organization. Guile figures Sagat (who is currently cooling his heels in the base’s prison following last night’s raid) is working with Bison.

Then Sagat sends Vega and a few of his goons to take care of Ken and Ryu in the prison yard, but the pair hold their own until the guards finally arrive to break things up as Guile looks on

(The man between Cammy and Guile is T. Hawk (short for Thunder Hawk) [FUN FACT: In the game, Hawk is a Native American master of “Thunderfoot Martial Arts”])

Guile takes Ken and Ryu to a refugee camp to guilt them into helping him or else.

Later, Ken and Ryu are put back in the prison’s General Population as the prisoners are being transferred to an actual prison.

Suddenly, Ken and Ryu start an argument, drawing the attention of the guards who break it up and force them into the transport truck with Sagat and Vega.

Smooth, Ryu! As Ryu and Ken free themselves, Sagat makes a deal with them to free him and Vega as well.

Ryu makes the deal and Sagat and Vega free themselves. Vega and Ryu then break out and commandeer the prison truck. Hawk trues to get in the truck, but Ken steals his pistol and shoves him off. Guile tries to stop the truck, but…

..Ken shoots him as the truck drives off! Chun-Li then charges the truck and plants a tracking device on it. However…

Well, that was $8 million (Van Damme’s salary for the film) well spent! Also, looks like Guile’s threat earlier came true.

CAN the AN forces forces win without Guile?

WHO will be Guile's successor?

WHO the hell authorized Van Damme's paycheck?

These questions and more will be answered in Part 2!

#street fighter #video games #jean claude van damme #raul julia #ming na wen #kylie minogue #fan colored glasses

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wolpatinga · 7 months ago

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okey. hms -> harry jean trant. in that order. final answer (prob not but. you know)

i'll ebog some quote as sources after. for persuasion tactics. first you get the overview

de is set in revachol, which is an occupied city. some years ago, there was a revolution, and then a war, and now there's a puppet government that's really controlled by an international neoliberal group called the Moralintern (moralist international). harry and jean work as police partners under the puppet government, and they lead a taskforce, the Major Crimes Unit. trant is a "civilian" who technically is just an advisor. there's a somewhat popular theory that trant's some sort of double agent. regardless, trant's fucking sketchy, and he sees himself as removed from harry and trant, even through he's always going along with them

another thing - entropy. the world that de is set in is afflicted by a tangible entropy thing called the pale that's slowly eating the world. harry embraces it, jean hates it, and trant is really hard to get a read on tbh. like you can say that harry's amnesia was caused by the pale and trant skirts around giving any sort of answer

harry is just. so much. like if you aren't familiar with harry, i'm not sure where to begin. he's just... a guy who loves hard and hates harder i guess. he's prone to violent outbursts, he's obsessive, he's a people pleaser and he's public enemy number one (actually no! he hates violence and he hates that he's so prone to violence and he just wishes he wasn't put into these situations where he has to defend himself all the time! he is usually perceiving threats as more than they are, and is an aggressor). he's prone to self destructive habits and retreats into himself when he knows he's being too much. just before the plot of de, harry realized he was being too much, he got in a massive fight with jean, and he realized that he had to fuck off or he'd really fuck things up. sometimes driving your car into the sea can be like digging a pit. but he's also full of love and fears entropy and augh. he's sick of everyone always leaving him. he's sick of always making people leave him

jean would claim that he's sooooo normal. he's just trying to do his job, he's just trying to bring a little order to the city. he acts like he's the whole reason this taskforce hasn't fallen apart. jean is a miserable sopping wet beast of a man who is so tired of harry not listening to him and so sad that harry is such a burden on him. he's desperate to keep trant around too, desperate to play the cold, calloused role of lieutenant to keep a functioning taskforce and earn respect. he's noted as being very lenient with harry, so much to the point that the two of them are referred to as "heterosexual life partners". he's seen a lot of shit and he's not alright and doesn't understand why harry fights with him so much. he wants peace, man, he wants an end to harry's bullshit. he's sick of giving him second chances

trant is, as i said, technically not a part of this. his allegiances lie elsewhere. he's got this smile plastered on, and he's studying the other two like bugs. he's fascinated by the past, particularly an old computer called the FELD Playback Experiment. The game is technically played through this FELD Playback Experiment. it's the tape computer that lets you watch this case over and over and over and the cycle of harry being a shitkid and jean trying not to take it personally and trant watching in fascination. another thing - girl child revolution. there's a rumor in revachol that a unifying, depersonalizing force is coming that will "resolve history", and trant is SO focused on her. harry picks up on it too, to the point where harry gets glimpses of her whispers, but trant's willing to break all of his rules about "not getting involved" to tell you how much he loves the idea of her. trant's got all these connections, and he's got all these mysterious dealings he's in, and i'm convinced that he's trying to bring her back. and harry and jean are pawns in this

anyways. harry and jean once had to deal with a very large piece of graffiti. it depicted two lovers kissing and read "true love is only possible in the next world, for new people. it is too late for us." technically they were supposed to get it removed and arrest the people responsible, but both of these doom sad men were so in agreement about it that they instead spent a week trying to get the public to let it stay

idk where else i was going with this. but you see what i'm saying. there's headcanons that harry's some sort of magical being that's going to lead the coming storm. no. he's just a prophet of entropy, and a pawn in greater schemes. schemes being created by guys like trant

also disco elysium timeloop real

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campmurderparty · 1 year ago

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sonny & dottie.

“Hm, weird.” sonny didn’t respond further on the subject of surge. Sometimes people chatted about the things in boot hill that they hadn’t seen for a long time, or something they remembered from childhood that they were surprised to see again. He never noticed any of it. To sonny, nothing ever changed. There was a safety in that familiarity. And when things did change, sonny didn’t really see it. When time flowed forwards or backwards, or he saw something hazy down silver mine road, he would just shrug his shoulders and go on with his day.

“L.a., huh? As in los angeles?” sonny asked with a raise of his brows. Normally, the name of such a city would earn a sneer from him. He hated when people came into the bar and talked about big cities like los angeles or new york city and how they had everything you ever could have wanted. Things were always happening in cities like those. It made sonny feel ashamed of being from such a small town that he had never been outside of. He never felt the need to leave like some of boot hill’s other children. While he briefly dreamt of maybe playing baseball for some college team down in tucson, he shortly dropped out of school and any hope, or want, of leaving town left him completely. Maybe they didn’t have a fancy mall, but sonny wore a uniform of jeans and a t-shirt, maybe a flannel if he was feeling fancy. Maybe they didn’t have a bustling nightlife, but the bars were open late in boot hill and there wasn’t much else to do besides party, so what was the real difference anyway? They had twenty-four hour convenience stores where a working man could meet a pretty girl.

“Maybe i just want to know the name of my alibi.” he easily volleyed, feeling encouraged by her smile. It had been awhile since he had been on a date. Kim liu, his only real ex-girlfriend, dumped him many years ago, and katie briar never went on dates with him. She’d just show up when she felt like it, and like any loyal dog, he always accepted her back. The current interaction seemed to be heading in a good direction. He accepted her offered hand, skin cold and slightly rough against her soft one, then let go.

His smile dropped nearly instantly at her question. That was the problem with newcomers. There was very little time for them to exist in boot hill before they quickly became acquainted with the local rumor mill. All it took was a meal at the turquoise star or drink at the bucking horse–sonny’s own place of employment–for someone new to get the lowdowns on all of boot hill’s families. The maccleans were unfortunately especially infamous. “Yeah.” he answered, glancing away down the aisle, “i’m number eight out of ten.” that was the problem with being a local. People mostly only knew him as his family name and his position in the family, nothing about who he was as a person. He tried not to seem like a total asshole, though, so he gave dottie a small shrug. “No point in dodging the family curse.” tragedy blanketed every member of the macclean dynasty, might as well just accept it. Besides, sheriff kelleher knew sonny was pretty low on the list of criminals in his family. “What has you in here after midnight, then? You ain’t a cop, are ya?”

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someotherdog · 1 year ago

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“hm, weird.” sonny didn’t respond further on the subject of surge. sometimes people chatted about the things in boot hill that they hadn’t seen for a long time, or something they remembered from childhood that they were surprised to see again. he never noticed any of it. to sonny, nothing ever changed. there was a safety in that familiarity. and when things did change, sonny didn’t really see it. when time flowed forwards or backwards, or he saw something hazy down silver mine road, he would just shrug his shoulders and go on with his day.

“l.a., huh? as in los angeles?” sonny asked with a raise of his brows. normally, the name of such a city would earn a sneer from him. he hated when people came into the bar and talked about big cities like los angeles or new york city and how they had everything you ever could have wanted. things were always happening in cities like those. it made sonny feel ashamed of being from such a small town that he had never been outside of. he never felt the need to leave like some of boot hill’s other children. while he briefly dreamt of maybe playing baseball for some college team down in tucson, he shortly dropped out of high school and any hope, or want, of leaving town left him completely. maybe they didn’t have a fancy mall, but sonny wore a uniform of jeans and a t-shirt, maybe a flannel if he was feeling fancy, so what use would a mall have. maybe they didn’t have a bustling nightlife, but the bars were open late in boot hill and there wasn’t much else to do besides party, so what was the real difference anyway? they had twenty-four hour convenience stores where a working man could meet a pretty girl.

“maybe i just want to know the name of my alibi.” he easily volleyed, feeling encouraged by her smile. it had been awhile since he had been on a date. kim liu, his only real ex-girlfriend, dumped him many years ago, and katie briar never went on dates with him. she’d just show up when she felt like it, and like any loyal dog, he always accepted her back. the current interaction seemed to be heading in a good direction. he accepted her offered hand, skin cold and slightly rough against her soft one, then let go just as quick.

his smile dropped nearly instantly at her question. that was the problem with newcomers. there was very little time for them to exist in boot hill before they quickly became acquainted with the local rumor mill. all it took was a meal at the turquoise star or drink at the bucking horse—sonny’s own place of employment—for someone new to get the lowdown on all of boot hill’s families. the maccleans were unfortunately especially infamous. “yeah.” he answered, glancing away down the aisle, “i’m number eight out of ten.” that was the problem with being a local. people mostly only knew him as his family name and his position in the family, nothing about who he was as a person. he tried not to seem like a total asshole, though, so he gave dottie a small shrug. “no point in dodging the family curse.” tragedy blanketed every member of the macclean dynasty, might as well just accept it. besides, sheriff kelleher knew sonny was pretty low on the list of criminals in his family. “what has you in here after midnight, then? you ain’t a cop, are ya?” / @thewolfruns

it was hard to say why dottie had ended up in boot hill. it wasn't like she went on a lot of road trips. she wasn't running from anything. she didn't know any residents who'd gotten out only to lead others back like so many dusty, ghost town pipers. she hadn't been looking for it. boot hill found dottie novak and when she'd entered its territory it had sank its teeth into her and would never let go.

it started as an instagram ad, she thought, or maybe a reddit post. she wasn't big on traveling for content creation, but it broke up the monotony and lately, she'd hit a creative block. the town seemed like just what the doctor ordered. it had the kitschy charm of the 50s and 60s. it reminded her of a fake town, set up to test weapons that would hopefully never be used. she knew it would be a great series to do. she could film all kinds of reels about what she was doing in the area--expertly directed like a drive-in theatre intermission (and it had those too!). once she got there, however, she wasn't sure how many posts were really getting through. and she kind of stopped caring. some would post easy as breathing--ones with intrigue and just enough description of the place. others had been a waste of time all together.

"that, too, remains to be seen." dottie smiled slyly. she had a flirtatious nature, but she also found it was rare that any of the local boys stood out to her at all. she hadn't been on a date since she'd arrived, if for no other reason that every person she talked to seemed unmemorable or else like static. some people in boot hill were simply smoke, hovering long enough to be perceived and then entirely gone from her mind. this guy seemed corporeal. and, better than that, despite his small town way of dropping the ends of words, like he could keep a conversation.

"surge? no, that's not been around since--" well, she couldn't quite remember, could she? maybe she just hadn't had one since childhood. it didn't mean they didn't exist. "actually, i'm not sure, but i haven't seen it in l.a. in what feels like forever." maybe it was part of some retro revival promotion thanks to the nostalgia wave of stranger things and the like. "why do you want to know my name?" she asked, smile still coy, but she felt sort of guilty and tacked on. "it's dottie." leaving off the novak. she wasn't really that formal. she offered a hand to shake and her hand was firm, but soft. demure. dottie novak really didn't have much to prove. "macclean." she repeated. "i think i've heard that one before." maybe whispered or as an expletive practically among locals. "macclean! are you guys like a big family here?" this town sure had its legacies. she scruched up her nose, remembering some details. "i think i heard you guys were all no good." it's said without malice, more curiosity. "is your family's reputation what led you to a life of stealing fruitopias after midnight?" and a joke to keep it light.

#thewolfruns #* ALISON MacCLEAN / narrative .#* ALISON MacCLEAN / thread / dottie .#* SOUTHBOUND / verse .

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dikiyvter · 3 years ago

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UNPROMPTED ./ @melodicbreeze:

Sounds were simply sounds, movements of the airwaves, nothing more and nothing less. But even so, when those ripples start to come together, start to pool, to grow, they become something more. Not just words, not just sounds, but the emotion behind them.

Something nagging in the back of Venti's head, as the sounds of someone trying to work but slowing, slowing, but still going invade his head.

It could be any number of people, theoretically, but Venti knows that the sounds that stand out in his head, that have gotten past his practiced wall of blocking them out, are either important- or someone he knows. Cares for.

He thinks it's Jean, at first, and so he carries on with his night. He knows that nothing can dissuade her, and besides, it's hardly his place to scold her for working too hard. But, no, it's not from the knights' headquarters, is it?

No, it's from the Grand Goth Hotel. Which could only mean...

Venti debates with himself, for a moment, if he should act on this whim- something he doesn't always do, but Rigatello was one to be handled a bit differently, lest he earn his ire. But no, the nagging in the back of his head would not stop, and so Venti went.

Not straight to Riga's room, no. It was easy to sneak in when you were one with the breeze, and it wasn't as if the Fatui here had any reason to guard against him. It was for the reason that he made his first stop the kitchen.

Now with a mug of warm milk, given just a touch of honey and spice, he made his was up to Rigatello's room. This was trickier, but still manageable, with how the air carried the sounds of breathing, of foot steps, letting him know where each guard was.

Standing at the door, he gave a gentle knock- not wanting to startle Riga from what rhythm he was in, after all, and letting himself in would simply spell disaster.

"Rigatello? Might I come in?"

The quill falls from his grip a few more times after that. Thrice as many times does it still in his hand, hover above an area whose name he’s forgotten, shake with the effort merely of holding it up, of keeping his eyes open, of trying not to smudge the ink ( but smudge it he does, and in such short time much of his writing has become a smeared mess and the artificial skin of his hand is stained in ink ).

The sound of the knock at the door rouses him from the blankness that had for a moment overtaken his mind, and for a long and silent moment does he merely stare in its direction. He could have sworn that he had heard a sound, a knock, a voice, but surely-- surely he is simply imagining it. Few in the hotel are awake at this hour, save for the rowdier of agents getting drunk downstairs, a spare maid or two scuttling through the halls, Luke whose presumably still stood guard at the door-- None of the names on that little list would come searching for him of all people. His reputation in this place proceeds him, and Dottore’s name carries with it the weight of rumored atrocities the likes of which smiles and friendly behavior could never hope to outshine.

Tired and with limbs near-numbed, Rigatello lets the quill fall against the paper of the map once more, slowly pushing himself up from his seat with cracking joints and aching limbs from the many hours he’d spent sitting there. Little mind left to think too hard on it, the fuzzy constricting sensation crowding the corners of his mind as he walks quietly over to the door, hand hovers still above its handle for a long and quiet moment before coming down clumsy against it, cracking it open just enough to peer outside.

A familiar face. One he did not expect, and one that brings many questions.

“...How... did you get in here?” Rigatello mutters softly, stepping back to open the door fully, ushering Venti inside with a little wave of the hand as he checks one way down the hall and then the other for any intruding eyes. But all the doors are closed, and all the lights are dimmed, and there is not even the sound of the creaking wooden floors. Just the same impending silence.

Satisfied with the privacy of this little impromptu meeting, Rigatello closes the door, fumbles in his pocket for the key to lock it, and then for good measure clasps the chain on the door for the extra peace of mind. Though peace of mind means little, right now; The automaton turns to address his guest and suddenly the room feels stifling, and in the silence he is left feeling stiff and uncomfortable.

Teeth gnaw momentarily at the inside of his lip, brows furrowed in quiet thought as he gathers together the scattered remnants of his mind and finally, with a sigh and an awkward glance cast off to the side, he speaks.

“I doubt Luke let you in...” as useless a door guard he could be at times, loose-lipped as he was...

“Why are you...” Gaze returns to Venti and then slips down to the mug in his hand, confusion evident only momentarily in the raise of a brow and the deepen of the frown on his face.

“...Are you... stealing food, now?” A sigh and a shake of the head, steps heavy with exhaustion bringing him back to his seat at the desk. He is all too tired for this. “What... do you want, Barbatos? I’m trying to... I’m...” hand rests against the map, mind fallen into blank once more for a long and painful and empty and aching moment, and then Rigatello gives a little shake of the head.

“What do you want?”

#melodicbreeze #❄ ⤚ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʙᴀʀs ( ic. / riga. ) ⇾#❄ ⤚ ᴛᴏss ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴀ ( inbox. ) ⇾

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toshkakoshka · 4 years ago

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welcome to my genshin onlyfans au dump. yes you read that correctly. actually the porn will be off-screen i just thought it was funny in my head. idk if this takes place in america/europe

aether (19-20 ish) is a Surviving college student (a rare species) who spends time earning money via onlyfans and a decently popular twitter icon. he’s very gay and exhausted but at least hes getting $$$ while in the middle of studying for investigative journalism. he misses his sister who studies in another country.

paimon (19) is aether’s roommate and aether’s lesbian best friend, while she mostly mooches off of aether’s food they also make bad choices together and Have in fact scammed people on both Grindr and Tinder together for cash.

amber (20) a school committee girl and one of aether’s go-to besties because she’s in one of his classes. she’s dedicated to her studying and drinks several cups of coffee just to survive and aether has to drag her into his apartment to cook breakfast for her.

venti (26) is a post-graduate, he earned a degree in Something that he hasn’t gotten any use for as since the bottom line is: capitalism still made him a broke bitch. he goes day to day crashing in peoples’ places while doing gigs regularly. aether’s gay best friend who Sleeps Around a lot and introduced paimon and aether to Grindr Scamming

kaeya (24) is a school committee who handles (Relaxed) security for events, he’s a fan of aether’s content and is an entire instagram baddie and Actual model. emotionally a disaster but nobody actually knows about that. everybody Simps. nobody actually knows if hes a student or not they all just see him Vibe. aether can’t Stand him but he would jump on him if he could.

jean (38) the world’s most exhausted professor. aether’s second favorite, he offers to bring her food when she feels like she’s Dying before/after class and has to work out everyday or her body will Deflate without her brain. help her. the main admin of the council/committees.

lisa (38) is jean’s partner and Theorized Wife but nobody actually knows their business together aside from the professional side. lives off of coffee and aether’s number 1 favorite because she likes to mother him around (and then some) and dote over him not knowing about the things he Does. she gets him to do errands for her and sleeps until he gets back. also one of the admins of the council/committees.

diluc (22) the young owner of the family bar. also the reason why venti is still Alive and will gladly do it if it means venti attracts customers. he has seen aether’s content at least twice in his life and will never recover.

zhongli (29) is a returning college student who’s going back for business related purposes. venti introduces him to aether and almost manages to ruin his life because he asks Venti Of All People when it came to asking about his content. aether will die for him with his legs open

childe (23) is another rich boy college student who has very Sketchy connections (rumors say that he’s part of the russian mafia, even if he’s italian) and hangs out with aether regularly. he supports his onlyfans and they actually Do sleep together sometimes

#letra #im very aware that this is extremely self indulgent #no im keeping it like this.#.... onlyfans impact?#onlyshin impact. .............#i dont know yet #genshin impact #also fr i have no idea where this should take place in #because for one it would be fucking funny if it took place either in california/new york #but if it was europe then its likely this would be in germany as since.. mondstadt...#but then again the rest of it is here so yeah whatever im keeping it vague for now #california/new york would still make sense but im also not sure if i like going for this being westernized #berlin and london are still top candidates #if we're going aus i say melbourne #also i discovered that tartaglia is an italian name so childe is now italian. Ehe #extra: aether is half chinese and while im still deciding on kaeya's ethnicity it's somewhere along the lines of african #uhggufshds mihoyo PLEASE specify what place khaenri'ahs culture is based off of IM SICK OF THESE GAMES #i know he should be mixed since alberich is his last name so rgrrgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr #onlyfans au #temp name

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haosvteen · 4 years ago

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Betcha | lee chan

a/n: i drew a little bit of inspiration for this from ‘betcha’ by baekhyun, so that explains the title!! this is one of my favorite things i’ve written in a long time :) i hope you like it!! <3

college!chan x female!reader

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A warm burst of air greets you as you swing open the door of the stone building, looking down at your watch to see how much time was left before your class started. Since there were five minutes until your professor would begin rambling on about motifs in classic literature, you decided to walk down the hall a bit to grab a drink from the vending machine. Your shoes squeaked on the glossy tile floor due to the freshly melting snow you obtained on your walk from your apartment, causing a few students leaning against the walls waiting for their classes to look up at you. Ignoring their looks, you approach the vending machine and swipe your card. Prepared to make a selection, you hear loud laughter coming down the hall on your right.

Turning your head, you’re met with the image of a group of rambunctious boys joking down the hallway towards you. They were laughing and shouting so loudly that everyone in the building probably heard them. In the center of it all was Lee Chan. Gosh, the way all of his friends were doting over him and hanging onto his every word was enough to make you scoff and shift your focus back onto what drink you’d be choosing from the vending machine.

You heard several girls whispering to each other saying things like “What I’d do for Lee Chan to just look at me” and “One time he held the door for me at the library, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since”. Hearing them talk like that made you physically ill. He’s just a person, a human being...and he isn’t that special anyway. You’ll admit that he’s attractive, you’d be lying if you said anything other than that. He also is quite intelligent, always earning A’s on his essays in the class you share. But his personality is just...yuck. The way he never pays attention in class, constantly on his phone texting whatever girl he is baiting that week with no reprimand from the professor. The constant offers from all girls on campus to perform every task and errand for him. The general lack of care for anyone, but himself...he’s not really your favorite individual on campus to say the least.

Not to mention the way he always tries to one-up you in class. You’ll proudly own up to the fact that you’re a good student, amazing even. You pay attention, never miss a class, and raise your hand almost always to answer any question the professor throws your way. But every time, Chan just has to go and say the exact same answer as you, just in a better way. Of course, causing him to receive all the praise from your professor and earning an adoring gaze from the girls in the class. There are no words to describe how much this infuriates you. Especially the cocky smirk he throws your way after the professor says, “Great answer, Chan, I couldn’t have said it better myself!”.

As the frustration due to your thoughts grew, you were ripped away as someone leaned up against the vending machine, mere inches from where you were standing. Speak of the devil.

“Hey, Y/N, ready for class today?” Chan asks you, with that same cocky smirk on his face that you’ve, unfortunately, grown so used to seeing. As if the sight of his lips raising is a trigger for you, a fire starts deep within you, annoyance, and frustration growing every second you’re in his presence. Rolling your eyes, you ignore him and raise your hand to press the button on the machine and finally make your selection. Before you had the chance for your finger to collide with the plastic, Chan beat you to it and pressed the glowing white button for mint tea.

Speechless, you simply scoffed and looked at him with wide eyes, not believing he just did that. Who does that?! “Take it easy, babe. Don’t act so offended, you know you were going to get mint tea anyway. You get it almost every day before class,” Chan says casually, leaning his head back against the machine, chewing the gum in his mouth with a smile.

As much as you hate to admit it to yourself, he was right. You were going to get the mint tea, it’s your favorite...and it’s a little weird that he knew that. Just to spite him, you respond, “Actually, I was going to get strawberry milk today, but I guess I’ll have to settle for this instead since you took it upon yourself to decide for me”. The annoyance in your voice was evident, but if Chan noticed, he didn’t let it show on his face. He leans down and grabs the bottle of tea out of the machine, not breaking eye contact with you the whole time. The tension could be cut with a knife and you knew his group of friends standing several feet away and the group of girls gawking at you both could feel it as well.

Standing up, he extends the bottle towards you saying, “Then let me make it up to you then” with yet another cocky smirk, paired his eyes trailing your body up and down. Your face twists into a look that says ‘That was the cringiest thing I’ve ever heard, also I am incredibly grossed out’.

“Uh, no thanks,” you say, grabbing the mint tea from his hand and walking down the hallway, hearing his friends teasing him by saying, “Oooo” and no doubt giving him joking punches on the shoulder.

Your mind was a scrambled mess from the interaction you just had. Who does he think he is? Does he think every girl on this campus is begging for his attention?! In all honesty, you wish he would just ignore you so you wouldn’t have to deal with his antics and casual flirtation. It infuriates you to no end and quite honestly keeps you up at night thinking about how he believes he runs this campus.

Making your way into the classroom, you quickly slide into your unassigned-assigned seat in the front row, trying to pull out your notebook and pen all while attempting to organize your thoughts and irritation about whatever that conversation was you just had. You let out a large sigh as you flip to the next open page in your notebook and the professor begins class, giving you a scolding look for the huff of air you let out to express your exasperation. As you begin to jot down some general notes about what the prof is saying, you notice he who must not be named enters the classroom.

“Oh, Chan! I’m glad you could make it,” your professor cheerily says as Chan saunters in.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Chan responds, flashing a bright smile. This causes yet another heavy breath to leave you as you shake your head at your professor’s naivety and how simple it is for him to be charmed. You realize Chan is making his way over to pass you in order to find his own seat. Looking down at your notebook to continue taking writing and ignoring the close proximity of your least favorite person, you notice something is slid onto your desk as he walks by.

Strawberry milk.

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your face. You quickly grab it, tossing it into your backpack, hoping no one saw. Confusion and shock flood your head as you simply stare at the board in front of you. What was his goal with that? Probably another one of his flirtation tactics, no doubt. Did that actually work on other girls?! The bar is so low, apparently. You turn around to hopefully catch Chan’s gaze and give him a confused and weirded out expression, but when you turn around he’s simply leaned back in his chair, listening to the professor, seemingly bored out of his mind. You know he knows you’re looking at him and is just refusing to meet your eyes. Narrowing your eyes at him, you whip your head back around to focus on the lecture. There is no way you were going to let Lee Chan of all people distract you.

As the class was drawing to a close, your professor announced, “I’m trying something new for the final this semester. Instead of taking an exam, as students have done in the past, I’m going to be placing you into groups to complete a presentation”. He was met with groans from students like you who would just prefer to study on their own and get it over with by taking a test, but there were also silent celebrations from students who think that a group project means less work for them. However, only one thought was racing through your mind:

Do not put me with Lee Chan.

“I will go ahead and read off who your partners are, then you will be dismissed. The directions for this assignment will be posted on our class website later tonight and we’ll discuss it more next time we meet. Well, I won’t keep you waiting”, he explains and begins to read off the names. It’s embarrassing to admit but you were literally hiding your hands in your sleeves and crossing your fingers that you wouldn’t be paired with Chan. It might seem dramatic and a drastic measure to take. He can’t be that bad, right? Wrong. You’d heard rumors about his poor work ethic in group projects. That combined with his overall playboy aura is not a good match for you.

“Lee Chan and Y/N Y/L/N,” your professor says. It’s like your mind is frozen. Of course, this would happen to you. Just your luck. You didn’t even pay attention to the final words your professor had to say before wrapping up class because you were dreading having to do an entire project all by yourself.

As you closed your notebook and began to pack away your things, you felt someone standing near you. With a sigh, you look up knowing exactly who it is.

There he was, standing with his hands in his jean pockets and that cocky smirk making yet another appearance. Rolling your eyes, you sling your backpack over your shoulder and stand up, grabbing your phone.

“What’s your number?” you bluntly ask, not so much as a question and more of a demand.

“Oh, how the tables have turned,” Chan says with a laugh, grabbing your phone to enter his number in. His fingertips grazed your hand as he gently took it from your grasp. You’d never admit that it made your heart skip a beat or two, though.

He finishes typing in his number and as he is handing your phone back, he suggests, “Let’s get lunch or something to talk about the project”. You started walking away from him halfway through his sentence, causing him to trail off at the end.

“No,” you call out as you walk out of the classroom. “I’ll text you.”

Not going to lie, you kind of felt like a badass. Chan deserved a taste of his own medicine and you’re just the lucky person who gets to give it to him.

You make your way to a local coffee shop a little way down the road, mentally preparing to deal with customers and make beverages until the late hours of the night. Entering the backroom to set your things down and tie your apron on, making your way out to behind the counter to begin your workday.

The hours dragged on and on, filled with heating up pastries and making cappuccinos until it was 10:30pm and there were only thirty minutes left until close. There were a few people in the shop, working on their laptops, or having a chat with a friend. It was around this time of night, you started to clean up behind the counter and prepare everything for those who open the store the next morning.

You bent down to grab a square bucket from under the counter and a damp rag, heading over to clear off several tables from customers who had recently left. As you’re placing some plates into the bucket, you hear the doorbell jingle, signaling that someone has entered.

“One moment, I’ll be with you in-” you begin, but look up to see Chan. You suck in a sharp breath of air as he walks toward you with that damn smirk on his face. You continue to gather the dishes from the table, hoping that maybe he would just go wait by the register. Wishful thinking on your part as he comes over puts a hand on the table, leaning on it and tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“What do you want, Chan?” you monotonously say, not drifting your attention from clearing the table.

“Well, I tried texting you, but you didn’t respond,” he explains.

“Uh, yeah because I’m working,” you respond matter-of-factly. You finish wiping down the table and lift up the bucket to go over to the next table. Chan takes the bucket from your hands and you look at him with the most confused expression, but he just motions for you to go on to the next table. You shake your head in more confusion, but accept it and go on with him trailing behind you, hauling the heavy bucket of dishes.

“Yeah, that’s why I came here,” he continues the conversation as he sets the bucket down on the next table. You stop cleaning and look at him with yet another confused expression. How does he even know you work here? He must have been able to tell what you were thinking by the look on your face because he says, “I like coming here and I see you here, so”.

No matter how weirded out or confused you were, you carried on, “Why did you even need to talk to me in the first place?”

“Oh, I already have our presentation outlined and in a PowerPoint. We just have to do some research and put it all together,” he casually says. You don’t know who said that he has a poor work ethic in group projects, but apparently, they were wrong.

“Thanks,” you respond simply and head back behind the counter, with Chan following you yet again.

“We’re meeting on Thursday at 4:00 to finish it,” he says as he lifts the glass cake stand and grabs a blueberry muffin, starting to dig in.

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Thursday doesn’t work for me. I also hope you’re planning on playing for that”.

“Oh, no, I figured it was on the house,” he sarcastically teases. You give him a stern gaze and he continues, “Of course I’m going to pay for it, I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything”. You don’t know why, but that made you kind of...blush. And you hoped he didn’t see.

“Anyway, why can’t you do Thursday?” he casually says, still picking chunks off of the muffin and eating them.

“I have plans, Chan. News flash: the world doesn’t revolve around you,” you retort as you begin to clean the coffee machines.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s your world, I’m just living in it,” he says as if it didn’t mean anything. What did it mean? It’s not like people just say that casually. At least you’ve never heard people say that about people casually. You barely had any time to think more about it when you heard him say a little quieter, “Do you have a date or something on Thursday?”

Your heart began to race...and what for?? Was he...jealous? Why would he be asking if you had a date? Why would he care? “No, I don’t have a date,” you respond. At that, you see Chan’s head perk up.

“Okay, well how about Wednesday, then? I could do like...5:00?” he says.

“Yeah, that works,” you reply, looking towards him and giving him a small smile. A facial expression you never thought you’d be giving Lee Chan. There was just something about the way his eyes lit up...and that damn smirk…

“Alright, then,” he says while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bill, placing it on the counter to pay for the muffin he took. Making his way to the front of the shop to exit, he turned around to say, “It’s a date”.

And there you are, left a blushing mess behind the counter. Waiting for Wednesday at 5:00.

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percontaion-points · 3 years ago

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King’s Men chapter 16

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Chapter 16

"She made it clear he had two choices: he could settle this quietly between us or she'd get all her industry friends to run with news of Evermore's violent hazing.”

Hazing? HAZING?! I'm sorry, but the ravens have literally held people against their will (don't tell me that Neil was the first one) and this shitty excuse for a story is going to reduce what the ravens are doing to childish pranks?

"He was invited to the funeral. Riko wasn't."

Kevin's flinch was full body. "No."

Riko was his father's son in name only; he had been estranged from his father and brother his entire life. Despite that cold shoulder, Riko always believed he could win his father's attention and approval through his successes on the court.

I feel sorry for Riko, because being cut off from your parent and deemed “never good enough” sucks. But lots of people have shitty relationships with their parents and they don't turn into kidnapping, murderous sociopaths.

“With no one there to stay Riko's hand or distract him from his furious grief, Jean hadn't stood a chance.

"Mr. Andritch let me take Jean away when he saw the shape he was in," Renee said. "I left him my number and promised to keep in touch while the school investigates. Abby has also promised to keep them updated on his recovery. Unfortunately—or not—Jean is unwilling to name names or press charges. He is not happy to be in South Carolina. He has already tried leaving twice."

"To go where?" Nicky asked. "Not back to Evermore. Is he crazy?"

"It's self-preservation," Neil said. "If Riko and Tetsuji think he's pointing fingers behind their backs, they'll kill him.”

Right. And remind me again why Jean thinks that Riko wasn't going to kill him even when he was at Evermore?

When the bell sounded at the end of his last class...

I DON'T THINK THAT THE AUTHOR KNOWS WHAT COLLEGE IS.

"My father is dead at my uncle's hands and the FBI is investigating what is left of his ring. I am a loose end that must be dealt with one way or another."

"I could stop it," Ichirou said, and Neil believed him. It didn't matter that the FBI already had boxes full of Neil's stories and names. If Ichirou wanted the story killed and rumors quieted, he could do it with a couple phone calls and enough money.

Maybe he could stop the press from running with the story, but not the investigation. That's not how the police works.

Neil thought about it, but not for long. "Never been better."

Chapter 16 summary: The team does some typical holiday in the mountains stuff. When they get back to the cabin, they talk about how Neil will be benched for the next game while he heals. Neil doesn't like this, but he has to face reality. They all have some more drinks and go to bed.

In the middle of the night, Renee knocks on Neil's and Andrew's bedroom door and says that Riko's dad died, and she needs to go collect Jean. When she comes back later, she tells them of what happened: she went to the Edgar Alan dean and demanded that he produce Jean. When the dean refused, Renee got her step-mom involved, who threatened to blow the whistle on the shit that the ravens have been doing. Since the school doesn't want egg on their face, they went over, and the dean was so horrified at what he saw in the stadium he just kind of let Renee leave with Jean. Jean was in a bad way following a beating from Riko. Riko is the second son, who was cut out of his father's life because of this, yet turned into an exy machine to earn the family money. Riko wasn't even invited to daddy's funeral, and he took it out on Jean. Neil pointedly tells Kevin that he needs to pull rank on Jean to get him to obey for now. So they pack up and go over to Abby's house, where Jean is under her care.

From there, David talks about how the press is running wild with the story of Neil. Neil and David then go to the university dean's house, where they get on conference call with the school board about the entire situation. However, it basically comes down to how much money that Neil has already made the school by playing exy. David also tells them that Kevin is his son, although he's getting a paternity test done so that it'll be on school file.

The next day, school starts up again. After Neil's classes are over for the day, Neil is grabbed by this Japanese guy and taken to see Riko's brother, Ichirou. Neil talks a lot about how he was supposed to have be groomed to play for Edgar Alan, but then he calls out Riko's shitty behavior instead. He says that he could never, would never, play alongside Riko. Not while he's like this. Ichirou kind of agrees that his brother needs to be pulled back into submission. But then he agrees not to kill Neil in exchange for 80% of Neil's earnings. Neil's and Kevin's and Jean's.

Neil leaves Ichirou then, and goes to get Kevin. Together, they go to Abby's place, and Neil explains this to the two of them. Later, he tells Andrew about this, and Andrew is livid over the entire thing. But his anger mostly seems to stem from the idea that Neil is turning exy into his sole personality.

#All For The Game #The King's Men #chapter 16 #Renee Walker #shitty school is shitty #Riko Moriyama #shitty parents are shitty #Jean Moreau #HEADDESKING #do you even know how college works?#Kevin Day #David Wymack

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myhauntedsalem · 4 years ago

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Ghosts of Hollywood

Marilyn Monroe The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard is said to be the current residence of several ghosts of popular film stars. Marilyn Monroe, the glamorous and funny star of such pictures as Some Like It Hot and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, was a frequent guest of the Roosevelt at the height of her popularity. And although she died in her Brentwood home, her image has been seen on several occasions in a full-length mirror that once hung in her poolside suite. The mirror has been relocated to the hotel's lower level by the elevators.

Montgomery Clift Another respected star who died before his time, Montgomery Clift, was a four-time Oscar nominated actor who is best known for his roles in A Place in the Sun, From Here to Eternity and Judgment at Nuremberg. His ghost has also been seen at the Roosevelt. According to some of the hotel's staff, Clift's spirit haunts room number 928. Clift stayed in that suite in 1953, pacing back and forth, memorizing his lines for From Here to Eternity. Loud, unexplained noises have been heard coming from the empty suite, and its phone is occasionally found mysteriously off the hook.

Perhaps it's fitting that the Hollywood Roosevelt should be the stirring place of celebrity ghosts since it was the site of the very first Academy Awards ceremony in 1929. In fact, the Blossom Ballroom, where the ceremony was held, has an unexplained cold spot - a circular area measuring 30 inches in diameter that remains about 10 degrees colder than the rest of the room.

Harry Houdini Houdini is best known as a magician and escape artist, of course, but at the height of his fame he was also drawn to Hollywood, where he made a handful of silent films from 1919 to 1923. With such titles as The Man from Beyond and Haldane of the Secret Service (which he also directed), the films were not regarded well enough to give him much of a Hollywood career. Houdini's interest in the occult was well known, and although he earned a reputation as a masterful debunker of séances, he earnestly sought contact with those who have passed on to the other side. Shortly before his death, Houdini made a pact with his wife Bess that if he could, he would return and make contact with her from the other side. Perhaps he truly has attempted to return. Some claim to have seen the ghost of the great Houdini walking around in the home he owned on Laurel Canyon Blvd. in the Hollywood Hills. Film historians Laurie Jacobson and Marc Wanamaker, in their book Hollywood Haunted, dispute this story, saying that "Houdini most likely never even set foot in the Laurel Canyon mansion he is said to haunt."

Clifton Webb Clifton Webb was a very popular star of the 1940s and '50s, earning two Oscar nominations for his roles in Laura and The Razor's Edge. He may be best known for his portrayal of Mr. Belvedere in a series of films. It's not too often that a ghost haunts the place in which the person is buried, but this seems to be the case for Webb. His ghost has been seen at the Abbey of the Psalms, Hollywood Memorial Cemetery, where his body is interred. But it seems to be a restless spirit, as his ghost has also been encountered at his old home on Rexford Drive in Beverly Hills.

Thelma Todd Thelma Todd was a hot young star in the 1930s. She was featured in a number of hit comedies with the likes of The Marx Brothers, Laurel and Hardy, and Buster Keaton. But that all ended in 1935 when Todd was found dead in her car, which was parked above the café she owned on the Pacific Coast Highway. Strangely, her death was ruled an accidental suicide, but many suspected murder and a coverup by powerful Hollywood figures. The building that once housed the café is now owed by Paulist Productions, and employees have reportedly witnessed the starlet's ghost descending the stairs.

Thomas Ince Ince is considered one of the visionary pioneers of American movies. He was one of the most respected directors of the silent era, best known, perhaps, for his westerns starring William S. Hart. He partnered with other early Hollywood giants such as D.W. Griffith and Mack Sennett, and founded Culver Studios, which later became MGM. Ironically, Ince's death overshadowed his film legacy. He died aboard William Randolph Hearst's yacht in 1924, and although the official record shows the cause of death as heart failure, the hot rumor is that he was shot by Hearst in a fit a jealousy over Hearst's wife, Marion Davies. Ince's ghost - as well as several other ghostly figures - have been seen in the lot that was once Culver Studios. Film crew members have seen the specter of a man matching Ince's description on several occasions; in one instance, when the workers tried to speak to the spirit, it turned and disappeared through a wall.

Ozzie Nelson Ghosts and hauntings are the last thing that come to mind when you think of the perpetually cheerful Ozzie and Harriet Nelson. The couple, with their real-life sons Ricky and David, were stars of the long-running sitcom "Ozzie and Harriet," noted for its good-natured, gentle humor. Yet poor Ozzie doesn't seem to be as contented in the afterlife. Family members, it is said, have seen Ozzie's ghost in the family's old Hollywood home, and it always appears to be in a somber mood. Perhaps he's unhappy about how another Ozzy and his family have gained notoriety on TV.

George Reeves From 1953 to 1957, George Reeves was TV's Superman. Reeves had been around Hollywood for a while, playing bit parts in such films as Gone with the Wind and dozens of B-movies, but it was "The Adventures of Superman" on TV that brought him fame. Reeves died of a gunshot at his home in 1959. The official cause of death was suicide, but that conclusion has been hotly disputed, with some believing that Reeves was murdered. Whether it was suicide or murder, Reeves ghost has been seen in his Beverly Hills home. A couple claims to have seen the ghost of Reeves - decked out in his Superman costume - materialize in the bedroom where he died, after which it slowly faded away. Others believe that Reeves succumbed to the "Superman curse," in which those associated with the fictional character over the years allegedly have met with disaster or death. But is there really a curse?

More Celebrity Ghosts

Rudolph Valentino - This silent film heartthrob has been seen in the bedroom and stables of his old Hollywood home. Jean Harlow - The spirit of this blonde bombshell is said to haunt the bedroom of her home on North Palm Drive, where her husband allegedly used to beat her. Mary Pickford - This legend of the silent era - actress, writer and producer - was co-founder of United Artists with her husband Douglas Fairbanks and Charlie Chaplin. Comic Buddy Rogers, who lived in the house Pickford once owned, saw her ghost appear in a white ruffled dress. Grace Kelly - Princess Stephanie of Monaco believes that the ghost of her mother, Grace Kelly, helped her write a song from the spirit world.

Celebrities Who Have Seen Ghosts

Nicholas Cage - This Oscar-winning actor (Leaving Las Vegas) refused to stay in uncle Francis Ford Coppola's home after seeing a ghost in the attic. (Cage was also cast as Superman in director Tim Burton's film project, which was never made.) Keanu Reeves - The star of The Matrix films and Devil's Advocate was just a kid in New Jersey when he saw a ghost that took the form of a white double-breasted suit come into his room one night. He wasn't imagining it; his nanny saw the phantom, too. Neve Campbell - She's been in more than her share of paranormal-themed movies (The Craft, Scream), but she's had real-life encounters as well. A woman was murdered in the house she now lives in, and friends have seen her ghost walking around. Matthew McConaughey - This popular actor (Contact) says he freaked out the first time he saw the ghost of an old woman, whom he calls "Madame Blue," floating around his house. Tim Robbins - Robbins, who was nominated for an Oscar in Mystic River, didn't see ghosts, but strongly felt their presence when he moved into an apartment in 1984. Following his instinct, he moved out the next day. Hugh Grant - British romantic comedy lead Hugh Grant (Love Actually) says he and friends have heard the wailing and screaming of some tormented spirit in his Los Angeles home. He even speculates it might be the ghost of a former resident - Bette Davis. Dan Aykroyd - The Ghostbusters star (and Oscar-nominated for Driving Miss Daisy) has long had a fascination with the paranormal. He believes his home, once owned by Cass Elliot of The Mamas and The Papas, is haunted. "A ghost certainly haunts my house," he said. "It once even crawled into bed with me. The ghost also turns on the Stairmaster and moves jewelry across the dresser. I'm sure it's Mama Cass because you get the feeling it's a big ghost." Sting - Rock star Sting (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels) and his wife Trudie have seen ghosts in their home. "I was absolutely terrified," he said. "I now believe those things are out there, but I have no explanation for them." Jean Claude Van Damme - The Belgian action star (Timecop), also known as "Muscles from Brussels," swears he saw a ghost in his bathroom mirror while he was brushing his teeth. Richard Dreyfuss - He won an Oscar for The Goodbye Girl, but at one time had a cocaine problem. Visions of a ghost, he said, helped him kick the habit. "I had a car crash in the late 1970s," Dreyfuss said, "when I was really screwed up, and I started seeing these ghostly visions of a little girl every night. I couldn't shake this image. Every day it became clearer and I didn't know who the hell she was. Then I realized that kid was either the child I didn't kill the night I smashed up my car, or it was the daughter that I didn't have yet. I immediately sobered up." Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman - This Hollywood couple was forced to flee their "dream home" in Sneden's Landing, N.Y. when it became all too apparent that it was haunted. They still are reluctant to talk about their frightening encounters. Belinda Carlisle - This pop singer and founding member of The Go-Gos, who appeared in Swing Shift and She's Having a Baby, says she saw a "misty shape" hovering over her as she lay in bed one night. She also says that when she was 17, while nodding off to sleep in a chair in her parents' home, she levitated and had an out-of-body experience. Elke Sommers - This German-born actress, who appeared in the 1966 film The Oscar, claims to have seen the ghost of a middle-aged man in a white shirt in her home in North Beverly Hills. Guests in her home have also seen the specter. So much paranormal activity was reported in the house that the American Society for Psychical Research was brought in, and which verified the unexplained events. The severely haunted house was bought and sold more than 17 times since Sommers vacated it, and many have reported ghostly phenomena. Paul McCartney - Ex-Beatle and Oscar-nominated songwriter ("Live and Let Die") says that he, George Harrison and Ringo Starr sensed the playful spirit of John Lennon when they were recording Lennon's song, "Free As A Bird" in 1995. "There were a lot of strange goings-on in the studio - noises that shouldn't have been there and equipment doing all manner of weird things. There was just an overall feeling that John was around."

#Ghosts of Hollywood #paranormal #ghost and hauntings #ghost and spirits

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lannee · 5 years ago

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even my phone misses your call (by the way) - part 1

jo yeong x koo seo ryeong fanfic

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It’s only 9:30 and the Prime Minister is already on the verge to implode.

If she has to endure another unnecessarily stupid conversation with the men existed within 10m of her seat, she might truly lose it. So she shuts them up, and walks towards the door. She can hear it vividly in the air, through the look in their eyes, “What a cocky brat, leaving again in the middle of an important meeting, with so many elite people twice her age”. As if she actually cares, as if she has the time to ponder over whatever nasty things they think of her.

She gave up doing that years ago. Koo Seo Ryeong did not crawl her way out of a fish market and become the youngest female Prime Minister of Corea to put up with some 60 year old men’s bullshit. So of course she leaves, whispering death threats to Secretary Kim for not doing his job properly and forcing her to attend another useless meeting that can just be a goddamn report on her table.

Back to the office, she walks straight to her private balcony after taking out a pack of cigarettes she secretly keeps in the room. Seo Ryeong is not a regular smoker, not silly enough to sustain an addictive habit that can damage her impeccable skin. But here she is, stressed out of her mind, holding the lighter so very close she can almost feel the nicotine coming in like waves. Then out of nowhere, she thinks of him.

She thinks of 20 year old Jo Yeong, to be exact. Standing in front of her under the heavy July rain while carefully taking the cigarette out of her soft lips. Jo Yeong with his navy umbrella. Always managed to find her at her worst, always be there next to her without saying anything because words were usually wasted when you talked to Koo Seo Ryeong.

God, he really ruins cigarettes for her. She throws the whole pack into the trash bin along with the one on her lips.

She hates him so much, it almost makes her want to see him just to say that to his face.

But they do not do things like that anymore.

When Yeong passed the entrance exam of Corea National University, Seo Ryeong was books deep into her Master degree in Political Science and International Relations. He instantly became popular in the campus for being the King’s closest friend, with rumors about him floating around every lecture that she attended. She studied with Lee Gon for years and never met him or his friends outside, but whenever they talked he always mentioned Yeong’s name and stories about what they did together in the palace.

She listened tentatively to everything he said not because she had a huge crush on him and wanted to be his Queen, as every jealous fangirl in the campus always thought of her, but because she needed to know every deep dark secret of the King of Corea. She knew it would tremendously help her career as a politician in the future. That was the reason why she followed him around like an innocent puppy, the pretty girl with a lovely figure who came from the dirty market and scored the highest grade on the insanely difficult entrance exam. She beat out Gon fair and square, sometimes late at night she even dreamed about taking the throne of his to herself. If people knew about her thoughts, they would laugh at her and spit on her face but frankly, she thought if she wanted it enough, she could be the Queen of Corea. With or without Gon by her side.

When Gon introduced Yeong to her for the first time, she could not read his face at all. She was used to be so good at knowing people after the first meeting, but Yeong stirred her curiosity and she felt strangely intrigued by him. Maybe it was because he did not talk much, he had an incredibly calm expression and most of the times he only looked at Gon. He acted like a well-trained bodyguard around the King, which she found quite hilarious. Gon already had an army walking around him every step, and with Yeong by his side it felt even impossible to her how she could still hang out with them so casually. She and Gon both knew they worked perfectly together as a team. Even when they had zero interest in each other romantically, she earned her place to be by his side and let’s be honest, he would never pass any group project without her insights and intelligence. It took Yeong a while to understand this, he was always careful and silent when she was around. She could feel him trying to crack her facade, as if he was able to see through her 10 year plan of becoming the Prime Minister of Corea.

He did not trust her, and it annoyed her how she cared about that more than she thought.

It started out with Seo Ryeong simply wanting to earn Yeong’s approval. She tried to ask him personal questions, which he only gave out vague answers that did not satisfy her at all. They even went together to a few field trips exclusively for the university’s top students, and girls followed him around all day hopelessly asking for his phone number. Sometimes he intentionally tried to find Seo Ryeong and asked her to go out for a walk in order to escape their horny fellow students. Everybody seemed to be intimidated whenever they saw her. She made fun of him every single time, “How desperate you are to come to me for help”. Gon never went with them on those trips due to security reasons, obviously. It surprised her how much she enjoyed having Yeong all for herself. He bought her food after their walk and one time somehow they ended up drinking beer together in Gyeongju. He told her about his family, mostly to subdue the awkwardness between them, and even asked her about things she never cared to share with anyone. They were both not a fan of getting deep and personal, their stories ended quickly and strangely left her longing for more. She did not know how to talk to him without sounding premeditated. Only with him did she feel like maybe she was not good enough. Maybe she needed to live life differently, to drop the act and let him see all of her calculations.

That was when she unknowingly started flirting with him a bit. She tried that with Gon years ago until they both realized the true intention of being in each other’s life. Then she did it with Yeong because there seemed to be no other way to get closer to him, she was kind of impatient and definitely not herself. She started drinking a lot around that time because of all the essays she had to write, relationships with important people she had to maintain while staying alert around Yeong and waiting for him to be under her control.

A week before she submitted her final thesis, she did the most stupidly cliche thing ever, and that was drunk calling Jo Yeong while she was out drinking alone. She was fed up with reading and writing and living alone in the city. Most nights she could not sleep peacefully and had no idea when the last time she ate a proper meal. So she drove to the closest bar she could find and drank half a bottle of expensive whiskey which would cost a lot of the money that she made working part time. She counted in her head how many days were left before she could stop with the pretentious studying and actually start working on her long overdue plans. Five glasses led to nine, then some guys came over offering to buy her drinks. She remembered being sober enough to drop mean words and scare most of them away. One guy stuck around for so long and was shamelessly insistent about bringing her home, she had to pull the boyfriend-coming-here-very-soon card. She knew she was completely intoxicated when she pressed his name on her phone. There was no way she would come out of the bar safely if she didn’t call someone she could trust.

“Noona, it’s 2 AM. What’s going on?”, he picked up after a few seconds and said boringly. Like he was about to fall asleep but she appeared out of nowhere and prevented that from happening.

She chuckled, regretting whatever she was doing in the back of her mind, “I don’t know, why don’t you come here and find out?”

“And where are you exactly?”, he signed.

She told him the address, and imagined him wondering why he even answered her call. She was so drunk, the thought of him not coming at all actually scared her. The guy next to Seo Ryeong kept on persuading her to go with him, to leave her fictitious boyfriend behind and stop acting hard to get. She laughed in disgust without batting an eye and continued drinking. The funny thing was none of the guys dared to touch her for too long, she guessed she had that kind of power. Time passed slowly and she was convinced Yeong did not care enough to drive all the way here from the palace to deal with someone he never really trusted. So when he called out her name from behind, she almost fell from the stool where she was sitting. Then everything suddenly happened too quick, too fast.

Yeong held her upright, one hand caressing her face, the other tugging her messy hair behind her ears. He asked for the bill and paid for it. She leaned her head on his chest during the whole card transaction, when he had to sign the bill his arms surrounded her. He was wearing a black linen shirt and dark jeans. Did he always smell this good? She buried her face in his neck absentmindedly and inhaled his scent. She could feel Yeong stopped abruptly in the middle of asking the bartender about something related to her drunken state. He wanted to know if she was alone the whole time, and she kind of imagined him not wanting any guy near her. Then he carried her out the front door, the early summer heat was suffocating and she told him she wanted to lie down somewhere. He quickly put her on the passenger seat of his car and she tugged on his shirt to pull him closer while he was trying to secure the seatbelt.

Seo Ryeong woke up in the morning with the worst headache ever. Her room smelled faintly of vomit. She panicked for exactly 10 seconds while everything from the night before flashing through her mind. She did not remember anything at all after entering Yeong’s car. She still wore the same clothes from last night, covered by her warm blanket. Her room seemed pretty clean, maybe he helped her to the bathroom before she made a mess of herself... For the first time in her life, she wanted to end her existence right there. While trying to grab the phone she saw a bottle of hangover cure on her bedside table. There was a text from him, sent 2 hours ago, “Drink it, cook some soup, text me when you’re awake.”

Could a heart ever get swollen? Because it felt like hers kind of did. She prayed to all the Gods above she did not say anything stupid to him during the drive home.

it’s been awhile since i wrote a fanfic. i didn’t know i needed to write a fanfic for these 2 incredible characters until i read this by @rain-hat - thank you for inspiring me dear. writing this is fun because i kind of know they’ll never be canon lmao. so i just went wild with my imagination. i’ll post part 2 maybe this weekend after the new episodes come out. hopefully there will be some scenes of them together. i literally only watch Eun Chae and Do Hwan’s scenes and skip the rest of this drama. please tell me i’m not the only one!

title is from From the dining table - my fav song by Harry <3

hope you enjoy this!

#woo do hwan #jung eun chae #the king eternal monarch #the king: eternal monarch #fanfic #i will go down with this ship

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 4

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Cuddle Piles are Like Blanket Forts, Right?

Note: These kids are dorky af. Also, thank you for helping me reach over 1K comments on this fic on AO3!

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An hour later, Marinette made a trip home for her design sketchbook and supplies, and returned also with a box of pastries and a leftover black Kitty Section shirt with the blue Luka design in Adrien’s size.

“I figured this could be the basis of your outfit,” she said. “After all, you’re dating him.”

Adrien liked the idea, and Luka smiled as he held the shirt up against his chest to demonstrate the look.

“I never did get to make a design for you, Adrien. But maybe that and an outfit for the next concert if you’re able to play,” she continued. “Oh, and I was thinking—we need to call Kagami.”

“Kagami?”

Marinette nodded. “She got Akumatized when Lila sent that photo of her kissing you and implying you were dating. It’s best if we let her know. She’s your friend, and she’s trustworthy.”

He nodded. “Uh, I don’t know how closely my father monitors my phone, though…”

Luka silently unlocked his phone and handed it to him.

“I’ll text her to let her know to expect a call from an unknown number,” Marinette volunteered, pulling out her own phone. “And see if she wants to come over here. She might have more ideas.”

Pretty quickly, they had another person on board and actively planning with them. Kagami seemed to understand the gravity of the situation immediately.

“That girl is bad news,” she said when she arrived. “Your father’s actions make little sense.”

Marinette snorted at that. “They never have. I like his designing, but he’s basically awful otherwise.”

Adrien didn’t bother defending him. Really, it’d been bad for a while except for the bright spot of being allowed to go to school. Everything else had been difficult.

Kagami actually quirked a smile. “With the exception of his day wear, certainly.”

Marinette goggled, then started giggling helplessly. It didn’t take long for the rest of them to follow.

“Oh, man, Kagami. You’re right; he dresses terribly,” Marinette gasped when she could breathe again.

“So since I’m disobeying, maybe I can tell him that?” Adrien wondered. “I mean, I already called him ‘Gabe’…”

The others stared at him, and he shifted uncomfortably.

“Really?” Kagami asked softly. “For you to be that upset, you clearly feel safer angering him than being in a fake relationship with that girl.”

Adrien hadn’t thought of it in exactly those terms, but she was right.

“Her heart song is… disturbing,” Luka commented. “I’ve heard ones like it, but it’s rare.”

“What does it sound like?” Marinette asked, glancing up from her sketching.

Luka was silent for a moment, as though searching for the words to express it. “Empty. It’s like there’s an echo, and it sounds ominous. I’d compare it to foreboding music from a TV show or film, all off-beat, the kind of music that raises goosebumps in the bad way.”

“Like Jaws?” Adrien asked.

“Worse,” Luka murmured, shaking his head. “I’d offer to play it, but I’d rather not foist it on anyone else.”

They were quiet, taking that in for a minute, until Marinette cleared her throat.

“Okay, so we’re doing this. Adrien, change into the shirt so I can see what it looks like and plan accessories for Penny to get. I’m thinking torn black jeans, for starters, but I need to conceptualize.”

He grabbed the shirt to change in the bathroom; when he got back, he wasn’t expecting what she said next.

“And if you’ve been getting closer to Luka and decided to go out recently, you guys need to seem comfortable with each other.” Her cheeks were flushed. “Um. So. You need to get used to cuddling.”

Adrien blinked, glancing at Luka, who seemed to take this in stride, lifting one arm welcomingly. He moved closer, startled regardless when Luka’s arm dropped on his shoulders. The blond didn’t often have contact like this except with maybe Nino. And Ladybug, but he couldn’t admit that to anyone. And when it was people he was close to, he liked contact like this; but it was weird when it was… fake. He and Luka were friends, but they’d never…

“Is this okay?” Luka asked. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I, um… I’m not… used to this, I guess. Like, my dad never hugs me or anything. I get hugs from friends, and…” He shrugged slightly.

No one spoke for a minute, and he internally panicked. He wasn’t supposed to speak up and be needy. When he spoke again it was soft. “I wish I got them more.”

He completely missed the way the others exchanged a glance, trying to avoid their glances.

The next thing he knew, he was halfway in Luka’s lap, his head in Marinette’s, Kagami close to her side, all of them in contact with him. It was wonderful—after the initial shock wore off, anyway—their affection and the physical warmth was just absolutely what he wanted. There were hands in his hair, Luka’s arm across his waist.

Luka was smiling. “I kind of like snuggling, anyway. Though you might have to compete with my guitar.”

Marinette was blushing a bit. “There’s nothing wrong with platonic affection, Adrien.”

“Although it is not the norm in Japanese culture, living in France has accustomed me to it,” Kagami added. “Although often between genders it is assumed to be less than platonic.”

“So probably it should mostly be you and Luka in public, unless you want to come out as bi and so not into Lila at all,” Marinette chirped.

“Careful,” Adrien joked. “I might get too used to this.”

“You’ll have to, if we’re going to pull this off convincingly,” Luka told him with a laugh.

Marinette, sadly, remembered she had a job she was doing and sighed, grabbing her sketchbook and removing her hands from his hair.

“Okay, so clothing-wise, I was thinking black jeans, maybe skinny jeans, and a leather bomber jacket. And, um, for more of a punk look, they have these awesome men’s combat boots with buckles that go like halfway up the calf. Then a few bracelets, like what Luka has. But black and green?”

“I think the green in his hair should match his eyes,” Luka commented. “Neon would seem off. So probably the same with the bracelets. They have really nice green beaded ones that would do the trick.”

Adrien glanced at Luka’s face and hair. “Like how yours is kind of similar to your eyes?”

That earned a soft look from the guitarist. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

Kagami coughed delicately. “And that is how you should look at each other.”

He knew from the way his face heated that his blush mirrored Luka’s.

Marinette snorted. “Come on, Kagami. Let’s get Penny and go shopping, and leave these two to figure out their cuddling.”

She twisted out from under Adrien, letting him fall back on the couch awkwardly, his legs flailing a bit as he tried to find balance.

“Hey,” Luka protested in faux outrage, “no manhandling my boyfriend.”

“My hero.”

Marinette and Kagami laughed all the way out of the room.

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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years ago

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We Do This to Live Ch. 4

Chapter Four

Summary: On Earth-198742, there are no heroes. There’s humans. There’s mutants. There are even some that fall somewhere between. But when Boliver Trask manages to get the Sentinel program signed, it’s up to a thief and her brilliant sister to find those that still believe in something more - something good. And maybe, along the way, they’ll get the chance to save mutant kind.

Pairings: Rogue x Remy, Marie x Shuri (eventually), Geneva x Bucky (eventually)

Word Count: 2933 words

Warnings: Um, starting to see some baddies? Getting to see Geneva’s powers more? Smidge of angst? Cussing for sure.

Masterlist to OCs - Masterlist to Other Works

Previous Chapter

Fluorescent lights cast a bitter glow over the lab. It was a silent reminder for everyone that what they were working on, what they were doing, was wrong. Yet knowing that changed nothing. People came and went. Clocked in and out as if it were nothing, ignoring the fact that their actions were inhumane. Along the walls, there were sketches. Plans for their future. Metal armor – designs borrowed by Stark and materials discovered by Stryker.

“Trask.”

He didn’t say anything. In his own corner of the lab, making notes of the blood he was studying, Boliver Trask found himself lost in his work. Always lost. Always fascinated.

Alexander shook his head, hardly surprised. He’d known Boliver for years. He personally brought him into SHIELD, knowing he would need the man’s genius if his own agenda were to succeed. “Boliver,” he spoke up. Louder this time.

Finally, as he scribbled another note, Trask looked his way. “Alexander. Did you find it?”

“There wasn’t a mutant there.” Alexander glanced at the notes he took. Just above, he saw a file marked Bobby Drake. “The only reason I went was as a favor to you. You’re aware of that, right?”

“Very much so.” Boliver returned to his study, adjusting the microscope with stubby fingers. “However, you and I both know that the Guilds have rumored mutants there. We might not be able to confirm anything yet, but every opportunity to gather new data is crucial to this program. The Sentinels need to be as prepared as we can make them.”

Alexander looked around. He knew Boliver was right. He always appreciated that they had the same beliefs. People like Stark and Rogers? Mutants? They were something the world didn’t need. A threat to their lives. “As much as I understand that, I won’t be making a personal visit next time. If that’s what you desire, then you can go.” He turned, making his way to the exit.

Boliver glanced his way, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You two really hate them, huh?”

Boliver looked up, eyes settling on the intern that had spoken. He adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “On the contrary, I rather admire them. The things that they can do? We have never and will never see anything like it.” He removed the blood sample, putting it back on the rack. “Pierce has different beliefs to me, but I’ve always seen mutants and their abilities as our salvation.”

The intern’s brow furrowed, confusion marring her features. “So…why all of this?”

Trask smiled. Oh, how naïve the boy was. “Because free will is a tricky thing. If we are to earn our salvation, we must be willing to make the difficult decisions. Do you understand,” he glanced at the intern’s badge. “Ms. Darkholme?”

The intern, albeit hesitant, nodded. Boliver tilted his head, catching sight of what he could have sworn was a yellow hue to her eyes. He watched as she gathered her files, probably on to whatever task she had next. As she left the room, his fingers drummed against the counter. If Boliver had learned anything throughout this process…

It was to always trust his gut.

He grabbed the phone, dialing four numbers. The answer was almost instant. “Yes, this is Dr. Trask. I’m afraid we’ve had a mutant break into the facility. Yes, that’s right, only apprehend. Thank you.” Hanging up, Trask closed the folder and grabbed another sample.

This time – Scott Summers.

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Five Years Later – 2009

“Fuck!” Geneva’s back slammed into the ground; the wind knocked out of her.

“Watch y’language.”

She groaned, rolling onto her stomach. She didn’t need to look back to know her father was smirking. He was always like this. Never going easy on her. Always pushing her. Her forehead dropped, resting against the mat.

“Y’want t’join a Guild y’got no reason t’be a part of? Fine. But I’m the one trainin’ ya.”

It was the only way to get him to listen.

And she’d been regretting it for five years.

“Up, Geneva.” His voice was filled with authority. Gone was her father. This was all “Gambit”.

She huffed, knocking her hair out of her face and forcing herself to her feet. Her muscles ached. Her nerves buzzed. Everything contradicted itself. “Give moi a minute,” she muttered, bracing her hands on her knees.

Geneva was relieved when he listened. This time last year? He would have laid her on her ass again.

“The Assassins and anyone else wouldn’t let y’catch y’breath. ‘M not goin’ t’either.”

She knew it came from a place of love, but damn if it didn’t annoy her to no end.

Pushing herself up, Geneva picked up her staff. “Y’ready?” She looked his way, smiling when she saw the concern there. Her dad could try to act as tough as he wanted, but she knew the truth. He just wanted her to be safe.

“Oui.” She twirled it between her fingers, spinning around. The metal clashed against his staff and he smirked.

Then, the two danced.

Geneva’s butt hit the mat once again. She scowled, eyes glowing a little brighter. Kicking the staff aside, she braced her arms on her knees and looked at Remy. He was smirking, leaning against that stupid bostaff. Raising a brow, she jerked her foot and knocked it out from under him.

He only stumbled.

Geneva groaned, falling back on the mat.

Sometimes it was infuriating just how good her father was.

Geneva stepped out of the tub, the darkness around her more of a comfort than it had been all those years ago. She hurried to dry off before slipping on some leggings and grabbing an off-shoulder crop top. Still in the darkness, Geneva combed her fingers through her short hair and towel-dried it.

That would be enough.

She crossed the room to the generator. One button and the trill of electricity rushed, not only through the room, but through her skin. Pretty green eyes flashed gold. The familiar rush of gold danced under her skin, tingling and silently telling her that it was there once more. But she didn’t have to be reminded.

Geneva glanced towards the mirror, seeing her reflection once again. She tended to avoid that, but there were days where it couldn’t be helped. Her fingers absentmindedly touched the Lichtenburg scars that twisted around her skin. Raising her crop-top just slightly, she saw how those scars were just as at home on her ribcage.

She really didn’t have to be reminded.

Stepping out of the tiny home, Geneva crossed the yard and slipped in through the Lebeau Manor’s back door. She made a bee line to the fridge, craving something to eat after Remy had so thoroughly kicked her ass. However, when she closed the door with an apple in her mouth, she couldn’t stop the snort that passed when she saw Marie at the table. On her laptop, like always.

“I heard that,” Marie said, fingers absentmindedly breaking off a poptart. She popped the piece in her mouth, speaking around it as she asked, “Y’know y’look like a pig like that, right?”

Geneva rolled her eyes. The apple snapped under her bite as she peeked over Marie’s shoulder. The twelve-year old was breaking into Essex Labs. She rolled her eyes. “Mama ain’t gonna like that. ‘Sides, didn’t y’just get ungrounded fo’breakin’ into the Pentagon?”

Marie didn’t say anything. Instead, her fingers banged a little louder against the keys. Geneva raised a brow, tugging at a strand of long black hair. “Y’lookin’ pale, petite. Why don’t we go somewhere?”

More silence. Geneva sat back in her chair, taking another bite of her apple. She hadn’t expected any different. Since Geneva joined the guild, Marie had treated her different. Not that Geneva blamed her. Marie was waiting until the day she was legal – wanting to get as far away from New Orleans and the Guilds as possible. And Geneva choosing to join? It put a wedge in their relationship.

One that Geneva hadn’t been able to fix.

“C’mon, Marie. When’s the last time we did anyt’in’?”

“2004,” Marie answered matter-of-factly.

Geneva frowned. Her fingers drumming against the table and Marie’s against her keyboard were the only thing keeping them from absolute silence. And she hated it.

Marie didn’t hate her. She knew that much. When her powers had been at their worst, keeping Geneva from touching anything, keeping her from showering because water burned her skin, Marie had done all the research needed for Geneva to study electricity.

It was her work that helped Remy and Rogue teach Geneva control.

But that was as far as their relationship went now.

“Geneva.”

She looked up, missing the way Marie glanced at her. Jean-Luc was standing in the doorway, offering a small smile.

“Y’pere tells moi that y’been doin’ real good with y’trainin’.”

Geneva couldn’t contain her smile. While there might have been some days where she felt as if she were struggling, never making any progress, hearing her own father say that meant a lot. Especially because Rogue had to talk him into letting her.

“C’mon.” Jean-Luc gestured in the direction of his office. “Wanna run somet’in’ by ya.”

That one conversation with her grandfather, the Guildmaster, is all it took for Geneva to find herself here.

And where is here?

Washington D.C.

At the Triskelion.

Geneva was lying on the roof, eyes fixated on the stars. She could be patient until the last person left. It helped that she had music playing in her ears.

Be-Beep. Be-Beep.

Geneva felt the vibration from her watch rather than the beeping from her alarm. She pressed the button and rolled onto her stomach before jumping up. Glancing over the edge of the roof, she smirked when she saw Director Fury leaving.

Moving to the center of the oddly shaped building, she pulled out her shrunken staff. Electricity crackled off her fingers – a required thumbprint for her staff to extend. She pulled out another gadget, attaching it to the roof and then her belt.

“Time t’go t’work,” she muttered. Then…she stepped off the ledge.

The wind rushed, whipping against her face until the wire finally stopped her movements. She glanced above her, already feeling the buzz that came from deadening motion sensors. Her eyes flickered a little brighter, her skin threatening to light up as the building powered down. Chuckling, she thought to herself, So much for security.

Music continued blaring in her ears as she found the opening she needed. Fingers pressing against the corners of a window, she grimaced as that irritating hum appeared in her ears once more. But the glass was vibrating, freeing itself from its containment.

She caught the edge, feet landing in the window-frame. Attaching her escape to the next window, she eased the glass down and stepped inside. Her bright eyes took in the office space. It was already stifling, warming up from her powers shutting off the A/C three floors above and three floors below. Seven levels. No power.

Geneva collapsed her staff, tucking it into her back pocket as she made her way to the desk. The office was clean, something she wasn’t used to considering her family seemed to thrive in clutter and chaos. That was thieves for you. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Geneva brushed her fingers against the computer tower. The screen lit up, earning a satisfied smirk from Geneva.

Doing the basic hacking her younger cousin taught her, Geneva easily slipped past barrier after barrier. She raised a brow. Was all of SHIELD this paranoid? Fingers strumming against the keys, her eyes sparked a little brighter, excitement getting the better of her.

But it vanished just as quickly.

A passcode.

She needed a personal fucking passcode for Pierce’s personal files.

Geneva’s fingers froze over the keys. Well…there was only one person she could think of to call.

I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when –

Marie jolted, her hoodie and hair hiding most of her face as that blasted song blared from her phone.

Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough, it isn’t fun

Yanking her hoodie off, Marie was determined to find that stupid piece of technology. She stumbled out of her chair, barely maneuvering around the mess she constantly lived in. It was a reminder that she needed to find some time to clean up, but that could wait.

Where was that phone?

Yanking back the covers on her bed, she snatched it up and answered.

“Y’changed the fuckin’ ringtone on my phone?”

Geneva winced as she held the phone away from her ear. That was a little louder than she anticipated. “Not my fault y’got an easy password. For a hacker, woulda thought ya knew better.” She heard rustling on the other end of the line and knew Marie was probably sitting somewhere.

“’M five seconds away from hangin’ up. Whatcha want?”

Geneva winced. She might have been pushing her luck. “T’ink y’can get moi the password for Pierce’s computer?”

Silence. Geneva stared at the computer in front of her, feeling like a weight was pulling her down. She needed this. She needed Marie’s help. “Sil vous plait, Marie. I – I can’t fuck this up. I know y’don’t like – “

“Stop.” A sigh and then, “Y’stupid if y’t’ink I wouldn’t help ya, Gen.” The familiar sound of fingers brushing keys made Geneva’s shoulders visibly relax. “Mas why the hell didn’t y’go a bit more prepared?”

Geneva chuckled. “Do y’know moi at all?”

She didn’t need to be standing in front of the tween hacker to know that Marie was rolling her eyes. Of all of Marie’s sassiest actions, that one practically had its own voice. “Oui, I do. And I don’t understand why our Pepe would send y’in the middle o’SHIELD for y’first assignment.” More key strokes and then – “Putain de merde.”

Geneva’s brow furrowed, paranoia getting the better of her as she glanced to the door. She really didn’t have time for Marie to get distracted.

“I can hear y’anxiety t’rough the phone, Gen. Buzzin’ as loud as them powers o’yours.”

Geneva wanted to make a snarky retort back, but she knew better. After all, Marie could go and leave her stranded and that –

“Try somet’In’ real quick.”

“What?”

“Hydra.”

Geneva’s fingers froze. No. There was no way. “Marie, c’mon, be serious.”

“I am. Try it. ‘N’ hurry up, their guards check the upper floor every hour.”

“’Ow y’know that?”

“’M lookin’ at their schedule now.”

Geneva snorted. “S’does this mean y’forgive me,” she asked, quickly typing in the passcode.

“Eh. Five years ‘s a long enough grudge.”

Geneva smiled, shaking her head as she pressed enter. She expected an ‘incorrect password’ to pop up. It was only natural. There was no way the head honcho of SHIELD was –

Nope. He was connected to Hydra.

“Sonovabitch,” she muttered. Focusing on the task at hand, she pulled out a flash drive. Her goal was the Accords, Pierce’s personal information, and the information of others on the board. Some high-dollar official was paying the Thieves Guild a lot of money for this and she couldn’t let Jean-Luc down.

But still…there was no way Pierce was the only member of Hydra. Did the Accords exist because of them?

“Still can’t believe y’were right.”

Marie’s smile could be heard with the way she spoke, asking, “Do I ever steer y’wrong?”

They both knew the answer was ‘yes’. Geneva’s eyes scanned the names of multiple files, copying the ones she needed. The mouse paused over a title.

There, as if begging to be opened, were three little words. The Sentinel Program.

Shaking her head, Geneva instead copied the information on the Accords, the Avengers, Weapon X: Terminated Project, and other names she recognized from Marie’s findings. There were so many… Even if the buyer didn’t want them, didn’t she and her parents deserve to know?

Geneva jumped when she felt a buzz of electricity. Sure enough, someone had come up to one of the three floors below her. She could feel the electricity buzzing through the person’s skin. “Time t’go.” She plucked the flash drive free.

Everything came quick. Reattaching the corded wire, pulling the window back in place, and zipping back to the roof. She pulled herself up and rolled onto her back. A sigh of relief escaped her.

She succeeded in her first mission.

Chuckling, Geneva brought the phone back to her ear. “Y’know, we make a pretty good team.”

“I swear, if y’make this a habit – “

Geneva snorted once more, hanging up before Marie could give some poor threat she didn’t mean.

Now? She needed to get her ass back to New Orleans.

The security guard wasn’t much of a threat, not that Geneva would have wanted to find out. He was old in the face and white in the hair. His wide, rimmed glasses were perched high on his nose. Every stride was short as he came down the hall. The familiar hum of the A/C and the flickering lights signaled that the power that had vanished…was now perfectly fine.

He looked around, his hand hovering over the door to Pierce’s office. “Building must be getting old.”

And with that, his hand dropped.

And he, the man with the name ‘Lee’ scribbled on his badge, strode towards the elevator that would return him to his post.

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shaydeoffical · 5 years ago

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Bright as a Diamond Chapter One. Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem Reader

Summary:

When (Y/N)'s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren't all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it's time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than 'roommate' Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she's ready to learn.

But that's not her real problem; her problem is Shouta's protege, who never seems to go back home. Hitoshi Shinsou is a smug power-hungry ass-hat who doesn't know when to stop. Or that's what she's convinced herself. Of course, Hitoshi isn't making it any better by calling her Kitten. She wasn't helpless. She didn't need him running around behind her, ‘fixing’ things.

Chapter Two:

https://ambershaydeoffical.tumblr.com/post/190831750029/bright-as-a-diamond-chapter-one-hitoshi-shinsou-x

Chapter One:

Weird Roommates

There have always been rumors in the family that Uncle Shota batted for the other team, but it never really bothered me…not till now. It wasn’t because he could be gay, but his ‘roommate’ was butt-ass naked, donning only an apron and a whip covered whisk. If this was his partner, I had to question what else Uncle Shota really kept under wraps.

My cheeks were a thousand shades of red, and a scarf was tightening over my glasses. “Hizashi, get dressed.” Shota sternly commanded the thin blonde.

“Oh snap, I forgot you were picking (y/n) up today,” Hizashi yelped, I could hear his feet scamper down the hall before the fast click of a door.

“What an idiot.” Shota untangled me, handing my suitcase over. “Your room is at the end of the hall, center door. It did belong to Eri, but she’s in the dorms this year.” He went to the stove where Hizashi had been baking a pudding pie. I noticed a few pictures of pouting Eri in loli fashion when she was younger, on the wall. We got to play together during family reunions, and she really warmed up to me. “I assume you’ll want to relax after such a long train ride.”

“Um, yes, I just-“I saw the newspaper on the kitchen island. The front page was an editorial on the ‘perfect’ diamond. There was a picture of me in greyscale, hands producing a small diamond to replace the one I had lost. The photo was clearly taken by my co-worker, his large hand in the frame. The man was always idolizing my custom pieces, but I never thought he would like straight up-sell me out…let alone watch me so closely.

The paper was ripped from my hands. Shota grabbed my shoulders and gave me a firm shake. “You’re safe here.” My throat tightened, and I nodded slowly.

“I didn’t think it’d make the front page.” I had already changed my phone number at Shota’s suggestion and wore a hoodie on the train.

He mumbled about the press, then guided me down the hall. At the same time, Hizashi popped out of his room, dressed in red flannel and black jeans.

“Stellar to meet you!” He wiggled his fingers and posed for me. “You may know me as Present Mic, pro hero, and radio personality. But I also go by Hizashi Yamada.” He pulled me into a side hug. “You look so much like your mother; it’s crazy.” He twirled my hair around his finger and fluffed it out.

“Mic,” Shota warned him to simmer down, but I didn’t mind all that much. Hizashi smirked but took a few steps back in the narrow hall.

“Alright, she needs rest, yadda ydd.”

With that, I was led to the back room. When Shota opened the door, I could see a huge window looking straight into the garden. My heart raced. The house sat on a private lot in the countryside, so the view was beautiful. It was still close to UA high where they both worked as adjuncts, Shota told me he had taken a step back from teaching this year to focus on an independent project for the underground. So he was no longer crashing at the student dorms. Which meant I got to have a fantastic view overlooking the forest, mountains, and empty koi pond that was bound to be one of my projects.

“Do what you want with the space. We’ll get you some better furniture tomorrow, but for now, we have a futon. Our home is yours, no exceptions.” Shota yawned, and I saw a blur behind him.

“Was that a cat?” I asked, seeing a mouser running around outside.

“Yea, that’s Hisoka. I can’t make him come in the house, but he’s ours.” Shota sat my suitcase down, then went to open a window. “If it’s too cold in here, let me know. I have an electric heater we can use.”

“Yes. Thank you.” I bowed deeply. “I know this is an inconvenient setup, but the mother wants to focus on healing, and this is the only way. Thank you for taking me.”

“Just wait till training starts,” he mumbled. “You’ll more than earn your keep.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, but he shut the door and was gone. I could have opened it and pressed him further, but instead, I settled into the bare room.

Unpacking my clothes didn’t take long after I got my hangers in. Then I organized them by type and then by use. It wouldn’t last long, but starting off tidy was the thing to do. Mom was going to send a few more of my outfits through the mail, and the room would be a tornado for sure.

I gathered my restroom kit and found the bathtub. After hours on a crowded train, my ankles were swollen, and my body was starting to ripen. Taking out my own bath salts, I mixed the water, soaked, and then cleaned up for bed. It was late enough in the evening that I could get away with my nightclothes, but I still kept my bra on. It didn’t feel right walking around like that. I should have known I was safe, but at the back of my mind, I still didn’t know Hizashi that well.

“My comfort matters,” I affirmed to myself in the mirror, then slinked out of the bathroom.

“You done?” Hizashi yelled. Skipping down the long hallway, I peered around till I saw the dining table. It was loaded down with a home-cooked meal and sweet peanut butter pie. “Rock on, dinner is ready.”

“Oh thank you,” I quickly took a seat and made myself a plate of rice with fresh curry. “This looks amazing.” I took a bite, “this is amazing.”

“Oh, thank you. I might not be the best chef, but I’m better then Shota.” Hizashi rubbed his head and smiled. “So, how was your trip?”

It was a mundane question, and the answer should have been simple. Other than I cried the entire time that I wasn’t facing someone. Putting on a brave face was hero training one o one, but I never was very good at hero work. “Fine. I got a little bit of light reading done before I got too queasy.”

“You always had a sensitive stomach,” Shota added, shoveling food into his tired gullet.

“Some things don’t change,” I forced a laugh, then sipped on my water. “So um, you mentioned training? Do I have –“

“It was at your mother’s request.” Shota grinned, “aren’t you excited for some bonding time?”

“Don’t believe him,” Hizashi dropped his chopsticks. “He’s unrelenting, trust me.”

“Uh, I just want to learn a little self-defense then. I’m not opposed to getting stronger. I just hate to waste your time when I know you are mentoring others who really want to be hero’s.” I argued my point and remembered how mom had convinced him over the phone. If he didn’t want to train me, I wouldn’t make him.

“You’re not taking away time for others. Trust me, this is going to be mutually beneficial.” He sipped his water and cleared his throat. “I was trying to convince your mother to let you come years ago.”

“Really?” I cocked my head to the side, mom had never mentioned that.

“She didn’t want you to move away from home yet. Now she was begging that I let you stay in the dorms. You’re much safer here with us.”

“The dorms are great and all, but we’re able to keep you from the public eye here,” Hizashi added, serving himself a large helping of pie. “Plus, you’re not a student.”

“That’s a good point. This is like witness protection, but with my family.” I hummed, a yawn overtaking me. “I think I need to hit the hay.” I took my water with me as I stood. “Good night.”

“Night,” they both replied.

Once in my room, I took my medicine, undid my bra, and crawled into the futon. The melatonin was essential for my brain to relax. It took some time, but after such a long day, my eyelids grew heavy, and everything faded away.

I fought it for just a few more seconds. My door opened and closed and then opened again. I peered to the side, and saw Shota, he whispered for me to go to sleep, but sat down extra pillows by my futon. I hugged one to my chest. It smelled like lemongrass and lavender. Such soothing scents…

“Help help!” Screams erupted the house, shaking the foundation and knocking pictures off the wall. I had the best night’s sleep of my life, and this was my wake-up call. Still, I jumped to my feet and ran towards the epicenter, pillow over my ears.

“What is it!” I yelled over Hizashi, he was on top of his bed, pointing to the floor. There, I saw something the size of a baseball run towards me, and I jumped to the bed. “Up up up,” I yelped. Hizahi grabbed my hand and hauled me to stand with him. I shoved the pillow over his face before he could scream again.

“It’s a spider!” He yelped shivering.

“It’s a deaf spider,” I cried, holding to the older man. “I’m terrified… SHOTA!” I yelled, realizing that Mic was useless too.

“He’s gone to town,” Hizashi moaned, squealing as the black mass went under the bed.

I shrieked too and caught him as he jumped into my arms. Being a bigger girl was a plus when it came to holding people. I could balance his form easier. “When will he be back?”

“I don’t know.” Hizashi cried.

“The cat, maybe we can let Hisoka in.” I decided.

“Hisoka won’t come in, period.” The plan was shot down.

“Then, we need to get outside. If the spider follows us, then we have more room to run and scream.” I reasoned, sitting him down.

“I’m not moving.” He groaned, biting his nails.

“If we leap, we can make it to the door and at least block it in here. Or we go for the window and jump out. I’m not going to share oxygen with that rat demon for a second longer.”

Rats waking me. Bites along my ankles. Lifeless cracked crystals under my body. Musk filling the air. Hell.

I jumped from the bed and made it to the door. Hizashi hesitated but jumped farther with his long legs. We shut the door and used the pillow to make a barricade for the beast under the bed. Both of us caught our breath and backed away from the door.

“That was a show.” Shota scared me so bad, I leaped into the air and landed on my knees.

“You’re going to kill it, right?” I moaned, springing up too fast and falling on my ass this time.

“I’ll handle it after breakfast,” Shota smirked, walking towards the kitchen.

“He’s not serious, right?” I looked at Hizashi, offering his outstretched hand.

“Unfortunately.” He tugged me up and dusted off my shoulders. “It was heroic of you to come to my rescue, thanks.” He sheepishly combed his fingers through his blonde hair.

“Common sense, follow the scream.” I played it off, “let’s get something to eat.”

“Good deal,” he leads the way, glancing back at the pillow in front of the door.

Once in at the dining room table, I settled at the head of the table opposite of Shota. He had prepared tamago kake gohan, passing around the eggs to be cracked on top of the fresh rice. It was a quick but delicious meal.

“Thank you,” I said, clapping my hands and digging into the bowl. Hizashi was mixing the egg into his bowel, and Shota was waiting for his egg to cook a bit with the piping hot rice.

“Your welcome.” Shota picked up the paper and began to glance at the news. It was rare to see a physical newspaper anymore, but in the countryside, it was more common. On the back, I could see an advert with Pro Hero Deku. He was holding up a tube of toothpaste and giving off a dazzling smile.

“So, you went to town?” I brought up, reaching the middle of my bowl, stopping to take a breath. It was rare that mom or I ever cooked breakfast, so it was a real treat.

“Yes, that reminds me,” he dug through his baggy pants and produced a catalog. “I picked this up from the furniture store in town. Your mother sent some money for you to pick a few things out. Also, some of your boxes arrived this morning. I brought them into your room.”

“I didn’t notice, I woke up to Hizashi screaming.” I laughed, then remembered the spider just chilling in the other room. “Maybe staying in bed would have been less stressful.”

“You saved me, don’t be like that,” he whined, and I winked. It would be easy to get along with him, I could sense it.

“Okay, I don’t regret it. I just wish neither of us had to wait for our justice.” I shot Shota a glance, sulking.

“Hizashi is a pro hero, he should be able to handle a bug,” Shota argued, taking a careful bite.

“But he can’t, and I won’t if there is someone braver.” I licked my bowl clean, swigging down my water.

“You will be when we get done.” My eyes bugged out of my head.

“I’m going to have to deal with bugs?” I frowned, placing my palms on the table.

“Bugs, Villains, Press, and so much more.” Shota grabbed me another serving before sitting back down. “First thing first, though, I need to teach you how to run.”

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Fic: Catching Feelings 6/? (Keanu x OFC)

Summary: AU in which Keanu is down on his luck after he comes to Hollywood trying to be an actor. To earn some money, he joins this app for escorts and meets Steph, a rising star who hires him to try to forget her ex. Neither of them are expecting to fall in love and all the problems it brings. (Previous parts: 1 2 3 4 5)

Author’s Notes: Another week, another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it and as always, feedback is appreciated.

Wordcount: 3375

Warnings: smutish (dirty talk; powerplay; choking; lots and lots of teasing)

Keanu blinked blearily and confused as he looked around his room, trying to figure out what had woken him up this early. His brain was still dazed, his movements sluggish as he followed the noise, hand finally landing on his cellphone which had found its way under the bed somehow.

The sight of Steph’s name flashing across the screen finally kickstarted his brain and he rushed to answer the call, getting caught in a yawn as the facetime call connected.

“Shit! I woke you up. I’m sorry.” She winced, her tone apologetic and he smiled, waving off her apologies.

“It’s fine,” Keanu replied, voice still thick with sleep as he settled back on the pillows. “I needed to get up anyway.”

When Keanu had left Steph’s house the night he went to pick up his bike, he once again thought that would be the end of this thing they had. He hated himself for walking away, even after she cleared up the entire thing with Kevin, but he really thought it would be for the best.

He was falling in love with her way too hard and that was a problem. She was his client and nothing more. Or at least that was what Keanu tried to tell himself until the night he got home after a meeting a client and found a voicemail from Steph. He had no idea how she got her number, but her ramblings on how much she missed him warmed his heart, right until the part the call disconnected suddenly, and Keanu was left wondering if Steph was alright.

Panic only grew when she didn’t reply to his calls or texts and he was already looking up ways to find out where she was staying when Steph finally called back, letting him know she was fine. There were a handful of times Keanu felt that kind of sheer relief in his life and all of them associated with people he loved with all his heart. As if he needed any more proof of his own feelings. The ones he was running from for the past two months.

However, Keanu decided he was done running and that was what made him call her again later. To make sure she was feeling better and make it clear that what he had with her, it wasn’t something he did with just anyone. Keanu might be an escort, but not all money in the world could make him care for someone as he cared for her and he needed Steph to know that.

Admitting to it was liberating and the facetime calls became a routine for them. At least once a day they would talk, share about their day; chat about stupid things, everything and nothing and all in between.

Steph would send random texts throughout the day, pictures of stuff she thought he would find funny. While Keanu would send the things about home he knew she loved and missed.

It was a very welcome change in their… relationship? Friendship? Keanu had no idea how to call it, but for the first time, he knew it was completely real. There was no money involved. No strings attached, no confusion due to sex. Though he really missed the mind-blowing sex they had, strangely enough, a month of this, talking every day and joking and trying to watch Netflix together even though there were an ocean and several timezones separating them and Steph seemed to have zero self-control and would always watch an episode or two without him was proving to be even more fulfilling. Even if it meant waking up at crack of dawn to talk to Steph when she was coming back from a whole day of shooting like she was now.

Keanu took a moment to really look at her, drinking the sight of her, no makeup, her hair pulled up and away from her face with the exception of a lock of hair that must have gotten loose and was falling over her big brown eyes. To him, she would never look more beautiful and Keanu felt the proverbial butterflies on his stomach as he watched her.

“You look tired,” Steph commented, disappearing off-screen a second before two soft thuds reached his ears. Probably her boots hitting the carpeted floor. “Long night?”

“Yeah. Got home around 2 a.m.,” Keanu said, scratching his five o’clock shadow. He had been toying with the idea of growing a beard, but Mike, their producer, shot the idea down. It wasn’t the look they were going for.

Steph only hummed noncommittally, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she looked away and Keanu smirked, his heart picking up speed because he knew that look very well. He spotted that look several times through the last few weeks whenever any magazine or gossip site splashed pictures of Steph and her handsome co-star along with rumors of them dating.

“Dogstar had a gig,” he explained, making her look up startled. “Our first paying one. I mean, it barely covered gas, but still…”

“That’s amazing, Ke!” Her grin was blinding, and his heart did a little flip in his chest. He was head over heels of this woman and there was no point in denying anymore. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, ducking his head a little as he felt his cheeks warm. “Maybe you can come to one of them when you get back.”

“I’d love to,” Steph grinned, picking up the phone and moving through the room. The image shook for a bit before it stabilized again and Keanu could no longer see her, only the white tiles of the bathroom. “We still have another month to go. Next week we’re flying back to Paris for some additional scenes. I’ve always wanted to spend my birthday there, but I didn’t think I’d be alone.”

“Where are you?” Keanu asked, scanning the frame, hearing her giggle before her face showed up again, but sideways.

“I’m changing,” she replied.

“So? Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Keanu pointed out with a smirk and Steph rolled her eyes but came fully into view.

She had taken her sweater off and stood there in jeans and her bra and Keanu could already feel his body responding to the sight of all her gorgeous skin. Her hands fell to her buttons, undoing them so damn slowly he wished he could push them away and do it himself.

Steph turned her back on him before pushing the jeans down, actually giving her ass a little wiggle to shimmy out of them and Keanu groaned, his boxers tight over his growing erection.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he complained, rubbing himself and she had the gall to look over her shoulder with her best ‘who? Me?’ look, complete with that big doe eyes and pout and Keanu chuckled. “You were saying something about your birthday.”

“Yeah,” she said, her expression softening a little as she sat on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on. “It’s the big three-oh and I’ll be here all by myself.” Steph shrugged. “I mean, sure Vincent is taking me to dinner and I appreciate it, but none of my friends will be here. The real ones at least…”

Keanu bit his cheek to keep himself from reacting to the mention of Vincent. It wasn’t that he was jealous, he just… Who was he kidding? It was exactly because he was jealous, but it wasn’t enough to divert his attention from what really mattered. How sad she looked at the prospect of spending her birthday without her true friends.

“When is it again?” he asked, an idea popping in his head. A terrible, unbelievably crazy idea.

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Keanu paced the room with quick steps, desperately needing to work out some of the nervous energy thrumming through his body and movement had always been the way he did it. Be it by waving his hands around when he was speaking or bouncing his knee or walking around.

Moving his body always had a soothing effect in his mind for some reason and tonight he needed all his strategies to calm himself because if this crazy plan of his backfired, Keanu really didn’t know what he would do.

He had always been an impulsive guy, making decisions without thinking them through. It was what took him to Los Angeles; it was what almost killed him in that mountainside years ago. And now it was what could completely ruin the best relationship Keanu had in a long time.

What if Steph didn’t like the surprise? What if she thought he was crazy for flying all the way to Paris on her birthday without telling her? Yes, she said she wished her real friends could be here to celebrate with her, but it was Keanu who assumed he was included in that category. What if he was wrong? What if he was in love with her, but she wasn’t? What if…

The sound of the phone made him jump and Keanu nearly stumbled on his own feet trying to get it, answering with a quick hello.

“I delivered the envelope, Mr. Reeves,” the concierge spoke, his accent thick and making his words almost indecipherable. “She’s on her way up.”

“Thank you.”

His hands shook as he hung up and hurried through the process of lighting up the candles and dimming the lights, before coming to sit on the edge of the bed, fighting off the urge of bouncing his feet as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her. He adjusted his collar, feeling a little breathless.

What if she went to her own room instead? What if she thought it was some kind of mean joke or a trap from the press? What if she didn’t come at all?

Keanu’s heart lunged in his chest at the low chime of the electronic lock and he got to his feet, coming face to face with a stunned Steph. She stood there for a moment, eyes wide, mouth hanging open and he forced a small, awkward smile.

“Happy birthday?” he said with hesitation, wondering if she hated the surprise until her face shifted into a smile and she all but threw herself on his arms.

Keanu breathed out a sigh of relief, cradling her close to his body, nose buried into her head, breathing in the familiar scent of strawberries. He missed her more than he first realized.

“I thought maybe…” she started, pulling back a little and looking at Keanu with eyes full of wonder and affection. “When you asked me about my birthday, but you didn’t say anything else, I thought it was just wishful thinking, but you’re here.”

“Yeah,” Keanu smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Is that ok?”

“It’s the best birthday present I could hope for,” Steph said, her lips pulling into a grin. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Keanu cupped her cheek, tracing her face with his thumb, almost as if trying to recommit her features to memory. It wasn’t the same, seeing her through facetime. It didn’t do her justice.

Her hands crossed behind his neck, fingers playing with his hair, massaging his scalp and Keanu tried not to tense as they came way too close to his secret, but since she didn’t seem to notice, he just sighed happily, leaning into the touch for a second, before bending his head and meeting her lips for a kiss, something he was longing for weeks.

Their lips molded perfectly together, finding their rhythm with barely any effort; their tongues moving against one another, tasting and exploring, relearning each other as their hands found their way under their clothes, searching warm skin and familiar curves.

Keanu struggled to get her out of her coat and scarf while her hand moved over his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans and groaned against her lips, getting lost in the feel of it before pulling back and catching her hand.

“I’ve got you a cake,” he announced, and Steph chuckled and nodded, letting Keanu move away from her and lead the way to the table.

Her small gasp at the sight of the black forest mini cake made Keanu grin proudly as Steph glanced from the sugary treat and back at him.

“How did you know it was my favorite?” she asked, and he just shrugged, trying for nonchalant, but feeling so stupidly happy for having put that happy smile on her face. He had googled it like a stalker, but her expression was definitely worth it.

He pulled a chair out for her with one hand, while the other dug through his pocket for the candle and lighter. To Keanu’s surprise, Steph pushed him on the seat and got on his lap, making sure to squirm and wiggle over his cock, dragging out a grunt from him.

“Fucking tease,” he complained, making her chuckle.

“Careful there, Ke. If you keep using that kinda language, I’ll have to gag you,” Steph warned, giving him a sideways smirk. “Or maybe just put that mouth to better use.”

“Cake first” Keanu reminded, arms coming around her to set the candle between the two decorative cherries before lighting it up. “Then you can tie me and gag me and whatever else you want.”

“Is that a promise?” Steph asked her voice low, sounding almost dangerous as she turned sideways on his lap so she could look at him and Keanu gulped, a shiver running down his spine at the look in her eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, meeting her gaze.

Had any woman ever made him feel like this before? Get him this hot and horny with just one look and a couple of suggestive words? Keanu was pretty sure the answer to that was a no. Steph had just a way of turning him on or making him learn things about himself that he never thought it would be possible. It was liberating and that was why he got her that present in the first place. If it wasn’t for Steph, Keanu would never know how much he wanted to try that with her.

At last, Steph turned her attention to the cake in front of her, arching her eyebrow at him Keanu and with a small blush, he sang her happy birthday, his voice low and unsteady. He had no idea why he felt shy about that, but he did.

“You’ve got a nice voice, babe,” she said kissing his cheek.

“I really don’t.” Keanu ducked his head and chuckle. “Anyway, make a wish.”

There was a moment of silence and Steph leaned over, blowing the candle, before turning on Keanu’s lap until she was straddling him and catching his lips in a hungry kiss, rolling her hips tantalizingly and he moaned against her mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his jeans.

“Aren’t you…?”

“Later,” she cut him off, lips traveling over his jaw until she caught his earlobe between them, sucking lightly and pleasure shot through Keanu, his hands tightening over her thighs almost at their own accord. “Right now, I just you to fuck me.”

Keanu tensed for a second, hesitant and unsure of what he was about to propose. Steph felt it and pulled back, giving him a worried look.

“Something’s wrong?”

“No…” he breathed out, brushing away the hair from her face and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I just… got you something.”

“You didn’t have to, Ke,” she hurried to say, and he thought he saw her flush. “Just the fact that you flew all the way here…”

“I wanted to…” he assured, patting her leg gently so she would stand up and he could move to his suitcase and get it.

Keanu hesitated, back turned to her, box in his hands. He took another breath, before facing Steph again and handing it to her. It was a simple black rectangular box, wrapped with a blue bow. Steph pulled it loose and opened the lid, frowning at its contents.

“A chain?” she asked with a confused frown, looking up at him.

“A-uh leash, actually,” Keanu explained, swallowing hard as he unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his shirt, exposing the leather collar around his neck and Steph gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. “Is this ok?”

“Ke… I…” she stuttered, meeting his gaze again. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his smile a little hesitant, but very hopeful. “I thought a lot about it and… I never came as hard jerking off as when I was picturing this. I want it.”

She watched him for a moment as if trying to spot a lie in his statement or stance and he fought the urge to squirm under her scrutiny. Keanu knew Steph just wanted to make sure he wasn’t just trying to please her, which he was, to an extent, but this was about him as much as it was about her.

Finally, she moved closer to him, eyes never leaving his as she undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders before caressing his chest, slowly making her way to the black band circling his neck.

Her small fingers ran over the edge gently, before she slipped one finger under the collar, making it tighter and Keanu swallowed hard, shuddering at the feel of it restraining his breathing just a little, making him gasp.

“Oh, babe…” Steph whispered, voice low and sultry as she petted his cheek. “You really like this, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.” It still amazed Keanu how quickly he slipped into this whenever she used that tone with him. It was almost a pavlovian reaction by now.

“Then who am I to deny you?” she smirked at him, crooking her finger and tugging lightly on the collar and Keanu followed the motion, bending his head closer to her. Being rewarded with a dirty, searing kiss. “Especially when you’ve been such a good boy.”

She let go of him and took a step back, once again just watching him, lip between her teeth, her eyes dark and full of want.

“You look so beautiful like this, Ke,” Steph said, and he felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, so he ducked his head, dodging her eyes and shifting in place, hands clasped together in front of his body. “And you’re blushing? That’s so sweet.”

“Please…” his voice was low, pleading.

Not only he didn’t like being complimented like that, but his body felt like was about to combust and he was so hard it was getting painful. He couldn’t wait anymore. Keanu just wanted her. Almost desperately.

She smiled at him and nodded, moving closer once again and turning her back to him, exposing the zipper of her dress.

“Go ahead.”

He pulled it down slowly, the fabric parting to reveal her back and the purple lace of her bra. Keanu pulled the zipper all the way it would go, before pushing the straps of the dress off her shoulders, letting his lips graze over her nape and smiling lightly when goosebumps rose on her skin.

“I don’t remember allowing you to touch,” Steph chided softly, turning around to look at him and Keanu groaned at the sight before him. She was so damn beautiful.

“Sorry ma’am,” he mumbled, head down.

“No, you’re not.” She smirked.

She grabbed the chain from the box, before clasping it on the metal link on the collar and tugging on it tentatively. Keanu gasped and moaned at the feel of it, the way it tightened and led his movements. His cock twisted inside his pants, making his stumble forward even more uncomfortable.

With her free hand, Steph undid his jeans, shoving it down his hips and clicking her tongue at his lack of underwear. Keanu couldn’t care for anything except the relief of finally having his erection free.

“Someone’s eager,” she teased, pulling on the leash again with one hand, while the other stroked his cock and Keanu’s brain short-circuited at the combination of sensations.

Steph swallowed his moans in another kiss before she nipped on his bottom lip and pulled back to look at his dazed, unfocused eyes.

“This is gonna be fun.”

xx(tbc) xxx

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