the chinaman


It’s time to end this little masquerade. There ain’t no ‘Atlas’, kid, never was. Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. But you’ve been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. The name’s Frank Fontaine.

Name's Frank Fontaine

Aaah! Nice work, boy-o [laughs evilly]

[Speaking in a Bronx accent]: It’s time to end this little masquerade. There ain’t no “Atlas”, kid. Never was. Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once, I was even a Chinaman for six months. But you’ve been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. Name’s Frank Fontaine. 

anonymous asked:

Morbidly curious to ask. Yellow Peril villains. We all know about Fu Manchu and The Mandarin. But we're there any that were (justifiably or otherwise) forgotten? Also, what was up with the whole Yellow Peril stereotype anyways?

The main reason the Yellow Peril supervillain was everywhere was because…well, have you ever wondered, before the Nazis and Hitler came around, what the default visual shorthand was for “evil” in pop culture? 

Prior to the Nazis and Hitler, it was Genghis Khan and the Mongols, a historical figure so imposing with an army so absolutely unbeatable, he delivered such an epic asskicking that he left a culture-wide PTSD all over Western civilization for centuries after his death, one that we only really managed to overcome in the 20th Century, mainly because Hitler became a bigger figure in the popular imagination. In the early 20th Century, Mongols as the default shorthand for evil dovetailed into two major cultural forces, racial paranoia and fear of immigrants. All of these forces came together in Fu Manchu, who was a huge hit that influenced every bit of mystery/action pop culture for decades, the way Star Wars is somehow in the DNA of every scifi movie today. 

Every single pulp hero and detective got a Yellow Peril archenemy, as if they were assigned one by the government: Sherlock Holmes’ imitator Sexton Blake’s archenemy was Wu Ling and the Society of the Yellow Beetle, the gentleman thief known as the Sapper (who had a mole machine he used to drill under the earth) had Khonsu, who invaded England with his Asiatic hordes, the Shadow had his well-known Shiwan Khan, and Doc Savage’s greatest foe was John Sunlight, who went by the name “the Devil Genghis” (though he was not Asian and was actually an evil Sherlock Holmes). Pulp heroes were basically like eating at Taco Bell: everything is made from the same five ingredients that you hope will be combined in a new way. 

There were so many Yellow Peril Oriental Supergeniuses based on Fu Manchu printed in the pages of mystery novels and pulps between 1910-1950 that an entire library could be filled with the many imitators of Fu Manchu. I couldn’t even begin to give you one tenth of the characters based on his blueprint that existed. What’s amazing is that by 1928, people were sick of this cliche. A mystery writing guide written that year told writers that “in a mystery, no Chinaman is to be involved.”

But there are a few variations that are worth pointing out. One was by Sax Rohmer, creator of Fu Manchu himself, named Sumuru. As he legally couldn’t write Fu Manchu during World War II (as the Chinese were our allies), he created an Asian supergenius who happened to be a beautiful woman, who ran an organization designed to make sure women were in charge of the world, and who believed women were superior to men. Sumuru may or may not have been immortal and possibly a Queen of Egypt in the past. 

One truly weird use of the Yellow Peril was in the William Francis Nowlan novel that gave the world the hero Buck Rogers, Armageddon 2419. In the beginning, Buck Rogers wasn’t about rockets or space travel, but about race war, a future where evil Mongols in dirigibles, the Air Lords of Han, ruled as a destroyed America. Let me repeat that: Buck Rogers was originally a novel of post apocalyptic race war. Howard Chaykin revived this original angle in a socialist, subversive way in his recent fascinating Buck Rogers comic series. 

Finally, we have Robert E. Howard’s Skull-Face, a villain based in the orient who uses Dacoits and Ninja-like assassins to do his dirty work, but who owed his uncanny power to the fact he was a reawakened Atlantean, and knew secrets modern people today don’t. His eerie appearance was due to the fact he was not entirely human.  

Decisions Decisions *Requested* (Part 1/?)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Angst/Drama

Words: 1,100

“No chance, he’s not coming with us.” Glenn said angrily, pointing at Merle. “Fuckin’ watch your mouth Chinaman.” Merle spat. “Daryl, you don’t have to do this.” Rick said, leaning forward. “Your family now. We need you.” He added. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere without him.” Daryl said, shaking his head. Daryl walked over to the trunk of the car and took his crossbow out, along with some other things.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to go with them, come back home with us.” Glenn told you, putting more emphasis on the word ‘home’. You looked over at Daryl who was standing next to Merle, waiting impatiently for you to make your decision. He dreaded the thought that you wouldn’t chose to go with him, that would break him. This was the hardest choice you ever had to make. “I-I, I can’t leave him.” You stuttered. Your eyes began to water when you saw the look on Maggie and Glenn’s face. “Please, don’t go.” Maggie whispered, when you gave her a hug. You just shook your head, because there weren’t any words you could think of to make the situation less painful. You gave Rick, then Glenn a hug trying your hardest not to cry.

“I hope your happy man, you’re taking (Y/N) away from her family.” Glenn told Daryl. Daryl tried to ignore Glenn’s comment and Merle had a pompous smile on his face. Your heart broke when you heard Glenn and Maggie shouting for you to come back. Daryl put his hand on the small of your back and you flinched away from him. Daryl watched you walk away from him, with a scowl on your face and that scared the shit out of him. He had never seen you act this way towards him.


You were walking through the woods for about an hour, before Merle finally broke the silence. It surprised you that he waited this long to say something. You’d never met Merle until now, but from what you’ve heard he was a real asshole. “So, who’s this fine lookin’ woman that’s comin’ along with us?” Merle asked. “Shut up man, not now.” Daryl said to Merle. “No way.” Merle said when realization hit him. “Yer bangin’ my little brother ain’t ya?” Merle asked, making you roll your eyes, but you refused to acknowledge the older Dixon. “I said shut up.” Daryl growled. “Chill out Darlyna, don’t get yer panties in a wad.” Merle said. You were beyond angry at this entire situation and whenever you came across a stray walker, you would run over and shove your knife in its skull as hard as you could, trying to release the tension.

A few more minutes past and Merle got sick of the silence. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “(Y/N).” You replied shortly. “Wow, that was the name I was gonna make up for ya.” Merle said grinning at you.

“We need to find somewhere to stay, there should be a cabin nearby.” Daryl said, quickly changing the subject. “What we need is some venison.” Merle commented.


Daryl was right, there ended up being a little log cabin a mile or so away. Once the house was clear you went into one of the bedrooms and slammed the door behind you. “The fuck, is she on her rag or something?” Merle commented. Daryl ignored his brother and went over to the cabinets to see if there was any food. He was going to check on you, but decided he should let you cool off for a while. “Shit. Jackpot.” Daryl said, when he saw all the cans of food that were stacked neatly on the shelves. “Thank god, I’m fuckin’ starvin’.” Merle commented and slumped down on the couch, leaving Daryl to make a fire and heat up the food.


You heard a soft knock on the bedroom door and Daryl stepped into the room. He saw you sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the candle in front of you. “Found some food. Ya should come out and eat somethin’.” Daryl said, standing by the door. You got out of bed and brushed past him. You sat down on the floor, next to the small coffee table, refusing to sit next to Merle on the couch. You grabbed a can of beans and started to eat. You ate as fast as you could and went back into the bedroom, not giving a shit if you were being an asshole.

You took of your boots and got under the sheets, once again staring at the candle. After a few minutes the door opened and Daryl tossed his bag on the floor next to yours. You felt the bed dip down next to you and tried to scoot yourself as far away from him as you could. Daryl pushed your hair to the side and placed soft kisses on the back of your neck. You were about to moan, but you couldn’t forget what had happened this morning. “Stop.” You told Daryl. He pulled away and looked at the back of your head with a stunned expression. “Why?” He asked, as the feeling of rejection washed over him. “Just.. after everything that’s happened today.. I just..” You didn’t know what to say.

Daryl turned to lay on his back, scoffing and shaking his head. “Why don’t ya just leave then? Took ya for fuckin’ ever to make the damn decision anyway.” Daryl said harshly. Your whole body went rigid and you were absolutely furious. A few very long minutes passed and Daryl thought about what he just said to you, realizing it was a mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He said, placing his hand on your waist. “Don’t you dare touch me!” You shouted, jumping out of the bed. “Took me forever to make a decision? What the fuck?!” You shouted again. “You act like it was an easy choice and they didn’t mean anything to you and I know that’s bullshit. You knew I would go with you because of how much I love you and you didn’t even care about what I was feeling! I love them too you know!” You told him angrily and he looked at you, shocked at your outburst. You never acted like this before. You hurriedly pulled on your boots, not bothering to tie them and grabbed your bag, in a matter of seconds. “(Y/N) Stop!” Daryl said standing in front of the door, trying to block you from leaving. He knew you were angry and he wasn’t about to let you run off into the woods not thinking clearly.

Get out of my way.”

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this. Please comment & let me know what you think & if you’d like a part 2! Drama drama drama lol

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Super Junior reaction to you leaving hickeys on them and the other members teasing them.

For anon



You and the leader would have been having a bit of to much fun the night before, that both of you wouldn’t have realized the hickeys on his neck until the next morning. Leeteuk would be shocked because he was the angelic leader, the person that did no wrong. Once the other members got a sighting of this, they would tease him into the next dimension. But being the leader, he would handle it with dignity, telling them to not be so childish for they were all adults.

‘Please grow up, they just hickeys.’


Sassy Heechul would have hickeys on his collar bone and one behind his ear, and having his short hair, it would be very obvious. When the teasing starts, he handles it with his sassy self. When someone tried to roast him, he would roast them back even harder. His final argument would be him telling them that his lover was just experienced, that this was just a reminder that he belonged to you and he liked it.

‘I can tell you that her lips aren’t the only skilled thing on my neck.’


Turtleman would be mortified. He would try and cover it up with every once of his soul but his actions would get the members attention. Once his scarf was ripped from his hold, because it was summer as well, they would burst out laughing and rip him into shreds with the teasing. Yesung would just try and get his scarf back and find a solution to cover them up without having to wear the blasted scarf in this heat.

‘At this rate I am going to die of heatstroke…’


Appa of the group would handle the teasing like a man. His strong neck would be littered with the purplish marks that reminded him of the heated session of last night. Heechul would be the first to notice and the first to start the teasing before everyone else chipped in. Kangin would ignore them and just continue his daily routine, but have a mental note to teach you a little lesson of subtly.

‘When I get home, Y/N, its your turn.’


The resident cuddly bear would just make a big joke about this. He would just say that you were trying to mark your territory, which would make the members tease him even more, but that wouldn’t bum him out. He loved you and wasn’t ashamed of the marks you left because he knew that you were his. All in all, the members teasing would just be light fun.

‘And you know, they look pretty cool actually.’


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feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to the poor. ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to God. ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to everyone. ❜
  • ❛ I chose something different. I chose the impossible. ❜
  • ❛ Would you kindly? ❜
  • ❛ We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us. ❜
  • ❛ In the end, what separates a man from a slave? ❜
  • ❛ A man chooses, a slave obeys. ❜
  • ❛ You think you have memories. ❜
  • ❛ Stop, would you kindly? ❜
  • ❛ Was a man sent to kill, or a slave? ❜
  • ❛ What is the greatest lie ever created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? ❜
  • ❛ How many catastrophes were launched with the words “think of yourself”? ❜
  • ❛ It’s the “king and country” crowd who light the torch of destruction. ❜
  • ❛ It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. ❜
  • ❛ I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. ❜
  • ❛ And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say “yes” to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. ❜
  • ❛ It’s time to end this little masquerade. ❜
  • ❛ Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. ❜
  • ❛ I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out WRONG! ❜
  • ❛ Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. ❜
  • ❛ There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. ❜
  • ❛ You can kill me, but you will never have my city. ❜
  • ❛ My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. ❜
  • ❛ A time to live and a time to die, a time to build… and a time to destroy! ❜
  • ❛ It’s an angel! I can see light coming from his belly. ❜
  • ❛ They offered you the city… and you refused it. ❜
  • ❛ You saved them. You gave them the one thing that was stolen from them: A chance. ❜
  • ❛ Who looks after sleeping Angels? I do… I do… ❜
  • ❛ They told me, “Son, you’re special. You were born to do great things.” You know what? They were right. ❜
  • ❛ It’s my curse, it’s my fucking curse! ❜
  • ❛ Life isn’t strictly business. ❜
  • ❛ I came to this place to build the impossible. ❜
  • ❛ Why are you so resistant to the traditional methods of separating a man from his soul? ❜
  • ❛ Don’t worry; I just need time to find the proper poison. ❜
  • ❛ They offered you everything, yes? And in return, you gave them what you always did: Brutality. ❜
  • ❛ Nice work, boyo. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve been a pal, but you know what they say: Never mix business with friendship. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! The Angels are waiting for our kisses! ❜
  • ❛ I realized I have love of science. ❜
  • ❛ I said if you are going to do such things you should at least do them properly. ❜
  • ❛ Please get up! Please! ❜
  • ❛ Ocean water is colder than a witch’s tit. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t heat the pipes, the pipes freeze; pipes freeze, pipes burst. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t give a toss if you piss or go fishing. ❜
  • ❛ You think you gonna finish me in here, you old fruit? ❜
  • ❛ And the iceman cometh, baby. The iceman fucking cometh. ❜
  • ❛ If you can’t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart. ❜
  • ❛ This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped! ❜
  • ❛ Agh, I guess I’ll have another drink. ❜
  • ❛ I know why you’ve come, little moth. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve your own canvas. One you’ll paint with the blood of a man I once loved. ❜
  • ❛ Hurry now! My muse is a fickle bitch, with a very short attention span! ❜
  • ❛ So tell me, friend, which one of the bitches sent you? The KGB wolf, or the CIA jackal? ❜
  • ❛ And with that, farewell, or dasvidaniya, whichever you prefer. ❜
  • ❛ You ooze in like an assassin, and then you try to sneak out like a thief! ❜
  • ❛ There’s two ways to deal with mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it. ❜
  • ❛ I had you built! I sent you top-side! ❜
  • ❛ I called you back, showed you what you was, what you was capable of! ❜
  • ❛ Even that life you thought you had? That was something I dreamed of and had tattooed inside your head. ❜
  • ❛ Angels don’t wait for slowpokes. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never killed a man, let alone a mate. But this is what it’s come to. ❜
  • ❛ If I have to kill one, to save the other… So be it. ❜
  • ❛ There he is! The one who will save us all. ❜
  • ❛ He’s the one who saved me! ❜
  • ❛ I like him. ❜
  • ❛ Come and get it, mook! ❜
  • ❛ The lighthouse is lit up like Hellfire. Looks like some kind of plane crash. ❜
  • ❛ No, Goddess! He’ll ruin everything! Get him! Have your harpies tear him to bits! ❜
  • ❛ Looks like the old grape finally sent someone. ❜
  • ❛ Stood up! Again! Second time this week. ❜
  • ❛ Who could hate me so much they’d ruin me like this? What did I do to them? ❜
  • ❛ I get so mad sometimes I can hardly breathe. ❜
  • ❛ All those years of study and, was I ever truly a surgeon before I met them? ❜
  • ❛ Change your look, change your sex. Change your race. It yours to change - nobody else’s. ❜
  • ❛ Seems like some poor blighters have started seeing ghosts. Ghosts! ❜
  • ❛ What makes something like me? ❜
  • ❛ The man hires me to build a forest at the bottom of the ocean, and then turns a walk in the woods into a luxury. ❜
  • ❛ Only thing worse than a hypocrite is an unemployed one. ❜

anonymous asked:

imagine: kuroshitsuji but with tanakas POV

OMG! Would make everything hilariously better than it currently is since Tanaka is Sebastian’s senpai and probably the true MVP of this story (considering the amount of things he probably knows about what’s going on), even if it doesn’t work for all the arcs. xDD

  • Tanaka and the early days of Kuroshitsuji:
    • “Hello, I’m a chibi who constantly drinks tea in the background.”
    • “#tea”
    • “That’s all.” 
    • “Also #donburi, because that demon kouhai of mine totally is a weeaboo.”
  • Tanaka and Ciel’s abduction by the Italian Mafia:
    • “#tea”
    • “#tea #tea #te– oh a pie, perfect to go with my tea!”
    • “what do you mean the young master was abducted?”
    • “by the way Mey Rin, don’t bother with polishing the cutlery. The demon took them all with him, I’ll have to ask the young master to buy some more once he’s back. Blood stains are really a bitch to get rid off.”
  • Tanaka and the Jack the Ripper arc
    • “And that’s one more relative buried 6 feet under. I might not be a genius at chess, but even I understand that you need to keep as many pawns as possible otherwise the game is over.” 
    • “I always bet on the Midford family as the last survivors of this mess anyway.”
    • “The good thing though is that, as a Japanese character, it’s easy to put an end to the debate ‘is Grell male or female’ within the household, since I’m familiar with what the term ‘okama’ is all about.“ 
  • Tanaka and the Curry arc
    • “so two Indian men, a Chinaman from the triad and an old Japanese warrior turned into an English butler all arrive in the young master’s townhouse in London…. Seriously it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, it’s probably why I wasn’t really involved in this arc.”
    • “I mean, aside from drinking my tea, obviously. In the background.”
    • “TFW the Queen and her secretary have cool sunglasses and I only own the equivalent of half a pair of glasses tho’.”
  • Tanaka and the Circus arc
    • “Someone will have to explain to me why I even bothered hiding dead bodies from Lady Elizabeth, when I know for a fact that she’s deadly and that she probably only was pretending not to hear all the commotion in the first place”. 
    • “Oh shit, the servants destroyed a large part of the manor I am freaking out…… Just kidding, I know the demon will fix it back in 5 minutes and I have to watch out for my blood pressure anyway. I know I don’t look 80+ but I’m not immortal.”
  • Tanaka and the Murders at Manor arc: 
    • “Or the day I got my job back after 4 years of silently waiting and drinking tea in the damn background. Finally.” 
    • “I know it won’t last because my kouhai is a demon and he’s not really dead though. Don’t worry I’ll soon be back to my Chibi condition.”
    • “By the way, if I can see through the young master not being the real Ciel then I can see through his act of feeling devastated by the demon’s death. You ain’t fooling me.… what’s your name again?”
    • “All in all, the hardest part was not laughing at the demon’s fake funeral, but if the Undertaker can hold it in, then I have to manage as well.” 
  • Tanaka and the Campania arc
    • “I wasn’t there because the young master wasn’t clever enough to take me along instead of the demon, even though he knew Lady Frances would be here.” 
    • “I always knew the Undertaker was bad news though. I mean, he never once washed his hair ever since my first mistress, Lady Claudia, died, so if that’s not foreshadowing that he’d end up insane, I don’t know what is.” 
    • “The real question should be where was I during the Easter chapter at the end of this arc, because I was the only one who didn’t participate in the egg hunt.” 
    • “I know that it might be because I’m the one who taught Lady Elizabeth all these ninja moves and that they wanted a fair hunt, but still, it hurt my feelings…especially since Bard blew up the kitchen and I had no more tea to drink after that. It’s not because I am old that I can’t feel lonely.”
  • Tanaka and the Weston arc: “
    • “So you know that pie filled with super strong laxatives that the demon prepared for Red House? I exchanged it with the thing Bard ‘cooked’. Poor kids.”
    • “’Blue House won!’ Wow. So not expected.”
    • “LMFAO aaaand obviously they fell in the water. That part didn’t happen 20 years ago.”
    • “…I feel there is a discrimation problem in Kuroshitsuji though? After he left the school, the young master bought something for every servant but me and I’m coincidentally the only Japanese character around??? Mey Rin even had a new pair of glasses WHEN I HAD TO MANAGE WITH THE SAME MONOCLE FOR AT LEAST THE LAST 15 YEARS!!”
  • Tanaka and the Green Witch arc:
    • “Oh no… Werewolves. What. Am I really supposed to believe in that shit when I already am acquainted with demons and shinigamis?”
    • “I know I should pretend harder to be worried about the young master’s current state, but he already sold his soul to a demon so it can’t get any worse… waIT, DEMON, COME BACK! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?”
    • “Best part of the arc: not the moment where I’m badass and cutting down bullets even though I only own half a pair of glasses (because that happens in England too) but when I meet with my old friend Heinrich.” 
    • “We both got through so much together, having to always prepare tons of sandwiches for Lord Diedrich, because Master Vincent was constantly stressing him out. It’’s no legend, sandwiches make great friendships happen.”
  • Tanaka and the Blue Sect arc
    • “….First appearance in two years of this arc being published and I’m being shit on for being seen as the real Ciel’s ally.“
    • “It’s not my fault that I’m not surprised and that I apparently know why he’s back from the dead, even if I can’t tell you why yet!
      …Not sure there has to be a reason.”
    • “No, I’m not ‘Lord Polaris’!”

Haha, omg poor Tanaka who has to deal with so much shit!

Thanks for sharing Anon, it was fun! Have a nice day! ^_^

❝ Are you ready, Omega? ❞ Part 4

Plot: Heechul ABO universe (Alpha, Beta, Omega)

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Drama, Angst, Comedy, Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

For zhao-jie-shanghai, I hope you like it and now for an anon ^^


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Heechul now stood with his back pressed flush again the cool tiled wall of the shower and panting. His head beating with indecency as he pressed his head back, mouth open and breathing heavily. By now he had released his member from his hand and was now just looking up at the ceiling as the sensual pleasure ran rampant through his system. Closing his mouth, he gulped hard before realizing what he had just done. He knew that this ‘heat’ was a hectic problem, but now this was just ridiculous to him.

‘Oh fuck…’ He cursed, switching the water off.

He stepped out the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was flattened against his forehead before running a hand through it and styling it horribly. In a fit of rage he grabbed the hairbrush that was on the sink and threw it at the mirror. It shattered into thousands of pieces and he did nothing but go and change into some boxers and head to sleep. He didn’t want to think about what happened but his dreams plagued him and played tricks. Tricks that were things he deeply wanted and others that were just torture to him.

‘Zhoumi!’ Heechul barked

‘Yes Chul?’ The Chinaman poked his head into the office, ‘What can I do for you?’

‘Do you know a good guy to fix mirrors?’

‘I know of a builder called Kangin, apparently he is the best. Why?’

‘I have a broken mirror in my apartment and I need it fixed.’ The boss explained.

Zhoumi walked into the office and quickly examined his boss’s hands, ‘Are you okay? Do we need to take you to the hospital?!’

‘Get off me!’ Heechul pushed him away, dusting himself off, ‘There was just a little accident in the bathroom. Get this Kangin person to fix my mirror and leave!’

‘Yes Heechul.’ Zhoumi bowed as Leeteuk walked into the office.

‘Barking at people, no shocker there.’ The elder made himself comfortable.

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Gamer sex tip #57

Dress up in lacy lingerie and wait for your partner to come home. Then, as they walk in, slowly undress and say “there ain’t no "Atlas,” kid. Never was. Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once, I was even a Chinaman for six months. But you’ve been a sport, so I guess I owe you a little honesty. Name’s Frank Fontaine.“

Super Junior reaction to hugging them during an argument

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The argument would have been going on for ages, neither of you a wanting to give up. You knew Leeteuk better then anyone and he always had a firm belief about resolving a fight immediately. You both would have been standing in the lounge screaming at each other, while his precious puppy hid from the loud noises. You loved Leeteuk, more than anything and when he was worked up…HE WAS WORKED UP. Taking a long stride towards him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hug. A hug that had him fade out what he was saying and hugging you back. Sighing deeply and placing a kiss on your head.

‘I love you, please stop fighting with me over this…’


Ah Kim Heechul, much like Teuk there would be shouting but it would be a fight that moved throughout the entire apartment. You would throw pillows at him to try and stop him from exiting the room but that wouldn’t help. Accusations would be flying about, with accusing fingers being pointed and sharp words being exchanged. Heechul in general was a dick if you didn’t get his humor or personality, but now he was just going overboard. Grabbing his wrist, you would pull him into a hug but he would push away and look at you with anger. Searching your face, he would realize you wanted this to end and would slowly envelope you.

‘I am a dick, I know this, but can we stop arguing please?’


Soft Yesung would generally never get angry, but when it involved his precious turtles then you knew an argument would break out.  Just because you forgot to put the light on at the exact time, your boyfriend was having a fit. You both would be standing in the bedroom, shouting over who was right and so on. The poor turtles would just continue in their tanks as Yesung would pick one up and give you a whole lecture about the ‘proper turtle care’. At this point you are tired of this, grabbing the turtle, you put it back in the tank and pull him into a hug with your head against his chest and him slowly caressing your hair, forgetting about that stupid argument.

‘You win, I’m sorry for starting this stupid fight baby.’


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Well, You Know What They Say About Desperate Times... [Chapter One]

@yorozuya-yasaman-chan YOU.
Listen here, you! I know I’m a crap ton late, but ever since you asked for Barman!GuanShan I’ve been trying to finish this one shot, but damned if I didn’t accidentally turn this into a full on 6-7 chapter story. 😫 😫 😫 

So with much thought into whether I should finish it all in a few days or just start posting chapters now, here’s Chapter 1. [The year is 1930;GuanShan is 17;HeTian is mid-twenties]

He fucked up.

Why he ever thought he could steal from the Triad, he didn’t know.

But with that drunkard father in the pen, and his mother weeping from the family shop closing down, he didn’t really have much of a choice.
He was the man of the house now and it was his responsibility to not leave his family penniless like his gambling father.

The Italians had an offer; they needed a Chinaman to hit a storage unit of the Triad and deliver a few boxes.
What was in them?
Didn’t ask, didn’t care. But by the weight of it, some heavy ass booze.

And if that’s the case, it certainly matched the amount of cash given to them for the job. Enough to prevent him and his mother from becoming homeless.

“Move your ass, Mo!” said a boy rounding behind him. That SheLi wasn’t even Chinese. But to the white folk he had the slanted eyes, so it matched up. He could’ve ratted him out, but he was probably financially in a tight spot too.

“Oi! Who’s there!?”

“Shit!” exclaimed another boy.

GuanShan hushed him, “Wang, keep you’re fucking voice down!”

“…Boys! I think there’s someone in the warehouse!!”

“Shit! Go, go, go!

They had to get to the car in time, and drive off with the cargo.

But for Mo GuanShan, who had gone back for an extra box and was furthest from the car, he had the most distance to cross. SheLi, their getaway driver, waited until Wang was in the car and hit the gas.

“Wait!! Where the hell are you going!?” He had been in arms length of the mobile when it shifted forward.

“Sorry, GuanShan! Nothing personal!”

He threw down the crate and sprinted after it, but it seemed the more speed he gained, the more their getaway car accelerated.

It was either the uneven cobblestones, his legs giving out, or the goons behind him having caught up, but he came crashing down hard, and his whole world followed quickly after.



And that’s how he landed here, with bruised ribs and blood in his mouth, surrounded by half a dozen Triad members who looked close to breaking him in half like a toothpick.

“So lemme get this straight. You’re trying to tell me…that you and your pals were stealing OUR merchandise…thinkin’ it was booze.”

“How many times are ya gonna make me repeat myself, huh?! I told you the same thing the first time!!”

That earned a firm slap to the face… He should really learn when to stop talking.

“If I were you I wouldn’t be flapping my mouth so easily. Are you stupid? The bootlegging scene is already thick with Italians. Our business is opium. Which frankly,” he said scooping up a package from the box they had caught GuanShan carrying, “is far more damned expensive than their fucking alcohol.”

His eyes widened.

“Buddy… You and those other cum stains you call friends have probably lost us thousands.”

“W-wait. I can explain-”

“Ha! I bet! You know, me ‘n the boys noticed here how you like talking so much… I guess it’ll give the other at the bottom of the Hudson some conversation. Take him away.”

“No!- Wait!!- No!!!”

They had already begun dragging him out of his chair and one punched him square in the diaphragm to make him silent.

The leader of the group turned to someone on his right. “Inform HeTian-Xiansheng. We couldn’t get answers, but our problem’s about to go downstream.”

Bile began to rise up to his throat, but he pushed it down for one more attempt as they pushed the sack over his head, and desperation forced out his next words, “I’m HeTian’s….cousin!!”

The iron clad hands on him froze…

…The bag on his head was ripped off, giving him quite a bit of whiplash.

“What!?” His interrogator’s glare held clear signs that if he fucked up now, he wouldn’t make it to the river.

“I’m…a cousin of HeTian.” The blow to his stomach…the vertigo…the fear… He couldn’t-

Which cousin??”

He vomited.
He couldn’t keep it down longer. But he guessed it was alright; it bought him a bit more time to come up with more lies.

He took in several ragged breaths.

“Well? Answer me! You’re lying aren’t you?!”

He spat. His vision was blurring and he felt dizzy, but he was pretty sure it landed on the irate man’s shoe.
“I- I don’t have to answer to you!” Another pause, lungs still struggling for air, “I only have to answer to my big brother*.”

Judging by the way his button flew off from the grip on his collar, and the man’s winding fist, his bluff seemed to have been called.

“What’s going on here, gentlemen?”

The men in the room instantly straightened, and the ones who had been holding him up dropped him like worthless goods.

They all bowed and greeted him unanimously, “HeTian-Xiansheng*!”

“Xiansheng,” the interrogator addressed him, “We are handling the person we caught red-handed trying to steal from the Triad. He just now claimed to be your cousin!”

A gloved hand yanked his face up by his hair to let steel black eyes get a good look at him.

“Well… Who am I to turn away family?”


“Pour me a drink,” he said, lifting the bar handle.

It took GuanShan a moment - ‘he means me, doesn’t he?’ - and ducked beneath. The Prohibition laws had been going on for years now, so this must be one of the Triad’s Speak-O’s…

“We keep the real booze underneath the loose floorboard in front of the sink.”

Sure enough, he found a panel that could be moved to the side, and a vintage bottle of whiskey was pulled out. He grabbed a glass from the shelf and poured.

“Woah, kid! Slow down there- this ain’t Cola.”

“My apologies,” he said putting the cap back on the contraband and hid it once again beneath the floorboard. He wouldn’t really know how much to pour… He knew what alcohol could do (and what it can do to families), but it’s not like he’s ever tasted any before.

When he stood back up, he faced the piercing eyes across the bar of the notorious crime boss who most certainly wasn’t any family member he knew of.
He held his gaze there, and GuanShan could barely breathe…

“My cousin,” the man said, breaking the silence, “died eight years ago.” He fished out a cigarette from his suit and lit it. “From the moment of birth.”

He took a drag, and used a finger to beckon the boy closer. The boy did as he was commanded…and faced a blown air of heavy smoke.

“So who the fuck are you?”

The sound of his hammering heart wouldn’t allow him to concentrate in his mind.

“The idiot who was gonna rob ya.”

“For who?”

“…Couldn’t it have been for myself?”

“You’d put your life on the line for some booze? Not even checking the contents of the crate?”

“Well I did say I was an idiot.”

That earned him a smirk.

The man took another drag before putting out his cigarette. “While I don’t doubt that, I must say from the way you pour you’re either an alcoholic, or you’ve never had any before. So what’s the truth?”

GuanShan couldn’t tell him the truth. Hell, even if he did squeal like he wanted to, even if this man did let him live, the Italians sure as fuck wouldn’t. And damned if his ass didn’t start a turf war that would drag everyone in the neighborhood and even his mother into it…

“Boy… Even I don’t want to believe you’re that stupid. And that’s coming from someone who’s the leader of the city Triad, being told that their dead cousin came back to life, and grew up into a wanna-be bootlegger with ginger hair. By the way - what is this shit,” the man took a tuft of red hair strands between his fingers and tugged his head closer, “Did you dye it?”

“No… HeTian-Xiansheng,” he quickly added. “It’s natural, HeTian-Xiansheng.”

“It’s a shame you think I look like I was born yesterday.”

“N- No! I’m telling the truth! My- my mother, she also-”


You’re mother? Well, seeing as you’re not my cousin, I can safely assume she’s not my aunt,” HeTian took another sip of his glass, “You’re saying she has red hair too? What’re you, mixed?”

“…Her father was a potato worker.”

HeTian made a sound of awe; it sounded like he was mocking him.

“So- so tell me, boy, did you ever have freckles, then?”

He was having fun. Enjoying the mixed-breed like a freak at a show.

“I did. When I was born. They faded away.”

HeTian clapped his hands together and guffawed.

“A Chinese potato-eater! I’ll be damned! Say! You better bring me a photograph!”

The next words came through gritted teeth, “We’re poor, HeTian-Xiansheng… There were never photographs; just what my Ma told me.”

HeTian frowned, but his eyes still sparkled.
“Damn… I was really looking forward to showin’ the boys.” - GuanShan gritted his teeth - “Oh well, on to the next best thing. Undo your trousers.”

“E…excuse me?”


He hesitated. His arms were damn near shaking to obey anything the mafia leader told him, but… Why?

“If you’ve been lying to me, boy… I’ll have my boys beat you and feed your scrawny carcass to my dogs.”

Mo gulped. He slid off the straps from his shoulders… And unbuttoned his pants.

“There ya go. Now pull em so I can take a look-see inside.”

He did as he was told. Knuckles whitening. Teeth grinding to the molars… But he had to stay alive. He had to for his Ma.

“…Will you look at that! Red hair! You weren’t shittin me!”

No. Xiansheng,” practically pushing the words out with force.

The man’s eyes assessed GuanShan, then stilled back on his face.

“You wanna fight, kid?”

“Yes,” he said before he could stop himself.

The asshole smirked, then swallowed down the rest of his glass. Taking off his jacket..rolling up his sleeves..pulling up his trousers..he shuffled his feet some before doing the same gesture as before. A single finger beckoning him closer.

GuanShan jumped the counter.

He wasn’t a good learner.


*sometimes they call cousins “brother” or “sister” in Chinese 

*Xiansheng 先生 (s/shian-shung) just means Mr./Sir. I think the Chinese for mafia boss is 大哥, but I wasn’t sure if it could be 贺天-大哥, or not. So I stuck with 先生.

The Historical Ronald Knox & the Ten Commandments of Detective Fiction

 Could this guy:

Be a nod to this guy?:

Quite possibly! 

The historical Ronald Knox was born in England, in 1888. He grew up in an Anglican household and became an Anglican chaplain at the age of 24. Just five years later, he converted to Catholicism (getting disowned by his father) and was ordained as a priest. He converted to Catholicism because his family’s brand of Protestantism was too “old-fashioned”:

He’s best known for four things he’s done, plus he’s related to someone known for something else quite interesting (to Black Butler analysis). Let’s look at these:

Writing and codifying rules for detective fiction. 

While working as a Catholic chaplain at Oxford, he wrote numerous detective novels. He belongs to the Golden Age of Detective Fiction and codified the “Ten Commandments” of detective writing:

The funny thing here, is Yana-san has broken EVERY SINGLE ONE of these commandments (well, basically…)!

Here they are again. Let’s look at them, one by one:

Knox’s “Ten Commandments” (or “Decalogue”) are as follows:

  1. The criminal must be mentioned in the early part of the story, but must not be anyone whose thoughts the reader has been allowed to know. Well, there are so many criminals, from arc to arc, but the earl and his butler are also criminals, basically, and we do get their thoughts, mostly the earl’s…. However, if you consider just the Phantomhive Murders arc, there are three real culprits. Charles Grey is introduced early on, we don’t know his thoughts, and he’s the guy who kills Georg Siemens (and tries to kill Sebastian). Mr. Woodley is mentioned early in the arc, we don’t know his thoughts except what he says, and though he’s falsely arrested for the murder of Georg Siemens, he’s actually the murderer behind the death of Mr. Roze… someone who didn’t attend the party at Phantomhive Manor. Third, we have Snake; he was not introduced as a player in this arc; he’s the real “13th person”, an uninvited guest whose identity is only revealed at the very end of the arc (and only to the earl, not to anyone else at the party). He’s the other murderer.
  2. All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course. HA! Though medieval theologians define the workings of devils, astral beings, and spirits as preternatural, not supernatural, we can clearly say that events beyond “natural” occur quite frequently in this story.
  3. Not more than one secret room or passage is allowable. In the Phantomhives Murder arc, Charles Grey says that his house has at least one secret passage for quick getaway. In the Green Witch arc, Sieglinde has a secret passage that leads to where she writes out her “spells” (chemical formulae). At the end of the Noah’s Ark Circus arc, John Brown and Double Charles use some special passage (a possibly preternatural method) in order to catch up with the earl and Sebastian (definitely using preternatural means) at Baron Kelvin’s mansion. Another possible secret passage (also possibly preternatural) is used during the Green Witch arc, as Sebastian’s test samples arrive at Windsor Palace way sooner than they should (Double Charles discuss how odd it is), and John Brown arrives with the test results way too quickly (and apparently on foot, beside his horse, no less).
  4. No hitherto undiscovered poisons may be used, nor any appliance which will need a long scientific explanation at the end. Though mustard gas and sarin gas were being developed during the Victorian era, we are introduced to “Sulin” (in the Green Witch arc), a gas that is probably (historically) derived from the term “sarin”, but we learn about it at the same time its inventor is let in on the truth… and “Sulin” comes from her own name. I’m not sure whether to call it an appliance, but perhaps an application – during the Campania arc, we get a fake scientific explanation from Rian Stoker about how the Bizarre Dolls supposedly work, and how the machine is supposed to control/deactivate them; truth is the machine does nothing. If there are devices installed in their brains, like he says there are, they are only for Undertaker’s amusement. In the same arc, Undertaker has to explain how he manipulates the cinematic records of corpses in order to reanimate them as Bizarre Dolls; it’s not really science, though, but preternatural again. In the Weston arc, Undertaker explains how he’s advanced his studies and improved upon the Bizarre Dolls. And this is just so far….
  5. No Chinaman must figure in the story. Um, Lau… and Ran-Mao. Enough said.
  6. No accident must ever help the detective, nor must he ever have an unaccountable intuition which proves to be right. This one I had to think about. There must be several occasions, but the one that most comes to mind is in the Weston arc when Soma rides off on his elephant, and the elephant gets spooked by what later turns out to be Agni hiding in the bushes. The spooked elephant causes damage to the Red House dorm, giving Soma a chance to get to know (spy on) Maurice Cole. What Soma learns gives the earl all he needs to know in order to expose Cole as a fraud.
  7. The detective himself must not commit the crime. Hmm. Well, like I said before, the earl and Sebastian commit several crimes. However, it’s up in the air who has committed the crimes the earl is trying to uncover, ultimately. However, it’s oddly hinted at that the earl’s birth, itself, is the crime that caused all this to be set in motion. That’s up for serious debate; we won’t know how that bit plays out until the very end, I’m sure.
  8. The detective is bound to declare any clues which he may discover. Though we think the earl and Sebastian declare the clues as they find them, we cannot be certain that ALL clues are being divulged. In fact, we could say they are hiding major clues from the very start! The earl knows whether he had a twin brother. They both know whether the earl’s real name is Ciel or something else. The earl doesn’t care where Sebastian came from, who his previous master was, or what he did for that master; we don’t know whether this would be of any pertinence, but it could be; Sebastian isn’t offering any info on his past, either way. We know the earl lies. We know that even though Sebastian does not directly lie, he does withhold information and does other deceitful things (like hide cats in his room {Phantomhive Murders arc}… and get info in ways other that expected/directed by the earl {Noah’s Ark Circus arc, sorry, Beast}).
  9. The “sidekick” of the detective, the Watson, must not conceal from the reader any thoughts which pass through his mind: his intelligence must be slightly, but very slightly, below that of the average reader. Though we do often get to see Sebastian’s perspective of things, he hides a lot from the reader, particularly what he finds so disagreeable/amusing when the earl refers to himself as “Ciel”. I’m in the camp that believes the earl lies about his name and identity, so I think this is the main reason Sebastian reacts this way. There are other things we don’t know about, things Sebastian thinks but does not express, like (in the Blue Sect arc) his true emotions when he’s called out for not having the protection of a star; we see the expression on his face but don’t know his thoughts. Now, Sebastian can be an absolute dork and even rather immature, at times, but he’s not less intelligent than the average reader…. Nothing against the average reader, but Sebastian is freaking intelligent.
  10. Twin brothers, and doubles generally, must not appear unless we have been duly prepared for them. Guh fufufu….! Well, I’d like to claim that this is the one Yana-san is actually following, since I think we have been prepared for this, but…. A lot of readers are going to be caught completely off-guard when the real Ciel shows up (in some form), and the earl is exposed as being, well… NOT Ciel. Oh, and then there’s S2 of the anime, in which a lookalike brother for Fred Abberline shows up, even though, in S1, Abberline says he has no siblings; that clearly breaks this rule.

Translating the Latin Vulgate bible into English.

As a Catholic priest, he took it upon himself to do his own English translation of the Latin Vulgate bible, and it’s considered one of the most “beautiful” English-language translations, simply known as the Knox Bible.

Creating one of the first on-air hoaxes of all-time.

In 1926, Ronald Knox used his program on BBC radio to play a hoax on unsuspecting Brits. It ended up inspiring Orson Welles to play his famous “The War of the Worlds” hoax, years later.

Wrote satirical essays.

Ronald Knox got in some humorous action by writing several satirical essays, too (from Wikipedia):

An essay in Knox’s Essays in Satire (1928), “Studies in the Literature of Sherlock Holmes”, was the first of the genre of mock-serious critical writings on Sherlock Holmes and mock-historical studies in which the existence of Holmes, Watson, et al. is assumed. Another of these essays, The Authorship of “In Memoriam, purports to prove that Tennyson’s poem was actually written by Queen Victoria. Another satirical essay, “Reunion All Round”, mocked the fabled Anglican tolerance in the form of an appeal to the Anglican Church to absorb everyone from Muslims to atheists, and even Catholics after murdering Irish children and banning Irish marriage and reproduction.

Related to (brother of) E.V. Knox.

Why’s that matter? E.V. Knox was the editor for Punch, a publication that the earl says he also reads… when Arthur is surprised that the earl reads Beeson’s Christmas Annual (Phantomhive Murders arc). Recall that the 1887 issue of Beeson’s Christmas Annual is what published Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s first Sherlock Holmes story, “A Study in Scarlet”. 

Funny: the very first issue of Punch shows Punch hanging the devil:

Quite interesting, yes??

❝ Are you ready, Omega? ❞ Part3

Plot: Heechul ABO universe (Alpha, Beta, Omega)

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 2k+

Genre: Drama/ Slight Smut

For zhao-jie-shanghai, I hope you like it and now for an anon ^^

P.S I never thought this would actually catch on so thank you to those who keep on requesting more parts ^^


Part 2   Part 1

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘Are you sure?’ Heechul asked, not in the mood to be fooled.

‘Sure as I will ever be.’ You rolled your eyes, like why would you lie about something like this?

‘Fine, I will be there soon. Are you home?’ He waited for your response, ‘Send me the address and I will meet you there.’ The male hung up before looking at Leeteuk, ‘I have to go.’

‘But I am not done.’ Leeteuk referred to his food more then the actual conversation about Kyunghoon.’

‘The finish up and leave when you ready.’ Heechul stood up and buttoned his blazer, ‘I have another appointment.’

With that, he turned on his heels and left. On he way out, he payed Hangeng enough to cover the bill and took a taxi to your apartment. The town car remained for Leeteuk to use so he had transport back when he was done eating. Heechul was cold, but not heartless. Reading the dress to the driver, he zipped down the road to Heechul’s destination. Something about finding out he was going to be a father had him uncomfortable. Was he ready for this? Not that he would spend much time with kid, probably be babysat by the nanny mostly.

Meanwhile you paced up and down your apartment. You didn’t expect Heechul to come over, in you mind you were expecting to meet at a cafe or something. Your place was nothing like his, not even close to it. While his was spacious and large, yours was small and cramped. It was a two bedroom place but the one bedroom functioned as storage for the crap your sister couldn’t store herself. The apartment was open planned but not that grand. Walking up and down the small lounge, a knock came from the door. Taking a deep breath, you went to open the door for Kim Heechul.

‘Heechul, welcome.’ You tried smiling , ‘I do hope you managed to find the place easy.’

‘You live in a dump, Omega.’ Heechul looked down the hallway of the building then at you again.

‘Nice to see you too.’ You rolled your eyes as sarcasm dripped from your mouth before you stepped aside so he couldn’t enter the place.

He had his hands in his pockets as he walked deeper into the dump, as he called it, ‘Well it has, ummm character?’

‘It’s all I can afford. I am one 22 at the end of the day, hence the deal that I have struck with you.’ You closed the door.

‘You make it sound like I am the devil.’ He sounded amused by your response.

You didn’t really have anything to respond with, so you just offered his something to drink. You didn’t have much to give, but neither were you surprised by his request for a simple cup of black coffee. Bitter and dark, just like his aura and personality. Handing him his cup, he took a seat on the couch. His eyes still wondered around the room. He thought it was a dump, but it felt more like a home then his ever did. It was more warm and welcoming. Sipping his coffee, he cleared his throat before looking at you sitting in front of him.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked again.

‘Yes Heechul. Why would I even lie?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I don’t know, maybe for more money?’ Heechul pointed out and you pulled a face, ‘I just have to be cautious, Omega. I am a corporate man at the end of the day.’

‘For the tenth time, I do have a name, Heechul.’ Your eyes narrowed at the platinum blond man before you.

‘Names don’t stick with me.’ He simply dismissed.

‘But you are a business man.’

‘Okay then, I remember the important ones.’

‘Am I not important?’ You looked at your hands in your lap, like you were having his child at the end of the day.

At that moment he realized what he said was wrong and slightly hurtful, ‘I am sorry, I did not mean it like that.’

‘Yeah whatever.’ You sighed before digging into your pocket, ‘Here is the pregnancy test that you wanted. Zhoumi informed me that you wanted me to see a doctor Choi?’

‘Ah yes, his name is Choi Minho. He is an old friend of mine and one of the top OBGYN’s in the country. I have organized that all your appointments be with him.’ Heechul explained, ‘You will have your first one next month.’

‘How did you plan this when you didn’t even know I was pregnant until now?’ You asked, looking at him with mild shock.

‘As soon as the contract was signed, I informed Minho of everything. The night we had sex, I told him and then today I finalized everything on the way here. It was a bit of a drive from the restaurant to your apartment.’ Heechul simply explained with a shrug of the shoulders, ‘I need to plan ahead for everything to make sense in my head. Leeteuk says I’m insane, but I call it proper preparation.’

When you first looked at Heechul in his office, you pinned him down as someone who had people to things for him. Things like get his lunch, pick up his laundry and plan dinners for his meeting but that clearly wasn’t the case. You knew he had an assistant, but it looks like Zhoumi didn’t handle everything for Heechul. The man had a brain of his own and she admired that he took it into his own hands to plan this all out. It was his child at the end of the day and it was good to see him taking responsibility, well mostly.

‘Will you come?’ You asked hopefully.

‘I will send Zhoumi or Leeteuk with you.’ He started, your face changed.


‘I am to busy for trivial things.’ He took another sip of his coffee as if his answer was the best thing to come out of his mouth today.

‘Trivial things?’ You repeated before your voice raised up slightly, ‘This is your child, Heechul!’

‘So she doesn’t have a bite.’ He chuckled to himself, ‘I was starting to think you were nothing but a simple puppet. I will attend if time grants me.’ His phone rang as he stood up, ‘I must go.’

With that, he left the apartment. Half of you wanted to run out after him and slap him across the face. How dare he speak about the baby like it was nothing but a simple deal. Okay yes it was a deal, but it was a baby at the end of the day! Who wouldn’t want to see what their kid looked like? While you wanted to hit him, your rational side deemed otherwise. You needed the money and you couldn’t screw this up due to personal feelings. The alpha needed a son and you dint not even know if you were going to have a boy or now. You were never a religious person, but that night you decided to pray your heart out. The last thing you needed was it to be a girl and him not wanting it and leaving it with you along with no child support.

‘Zhoumi!’ Heechul shouted as he walked into the office, mood completely different.

‘Yes Heechul?’ The chinaman asked.

‘I need coffee, and fucking truckload of it!’ He ordered, his temperament growing rapidly.

‘You know what the doctor said about the caffeine intake, Chul.’ Zhoumi tired to coo his boss.

‘Don’t tell what I can and can’t do, you fucking Seasoning!’ Heechul screeched as Lee Donghae quickly ran pass his office, these papers could be signed tomorrow.

Zhoumi ventured to the cafe on the third floor and ordered six cups of coffee. It wasn’t a truck load but it was more then the average cup. Arriving at the elevator, he tapped his foot waiting for it to arrive. Back on the right floor, he walked to Heechul’s office and opened the door to only freeze in his place. When he left the office, there was only one man in it, now there were two. One was his boss and the other made Zhoumi’s heart flutter faster then he would like it to go.

‘Hey Mi.’ A brown haired man with a charming smile greeted.

‘A-afternoon Mr Cho.’ He tried to compose himself.

‘Ag Mimi, how many times have I told you to call me Kyuhyun?’

‘One to many time’s Mr Cho.’

Zhoumi placed the coffee on Heechul’s desk, ‘Gross, will you stop flirting with my assistant. Yes he is mighty attractive, but do it out of my presence.’

‘Don’t be jealous, hyung.’ Kyuhyun teased, his business rival professionally but close friend personally.

‘I will strike you, Cho Kyuhyun,’ Heechul threatened, ‘Mark my word you brat!’

‘I will leave now.’ Zhoumi bowed as Kyu stopped him by grabbing his wrist, ‘Yes Mr Cho?’

‘It’s Kyuhyun, again, would you like to have supper with me tonight?’ He asked.

‘Ummmmm,’ Zhoumi looked at his boss and then the younger before him, ‘That would be nice, Kui Xian.’

‘I think I am going to throw up….’ Heechul let his head hit his desk from all the gross romantic hit that was happening before him.

Heechul wasn’t against love, he just didn’t prefer it for himself. If Zhoumi wanted to date that brat from Cho Industries, then he wouldn’t stand in his way. He would only get involved when it becomes a threat, but other then that, he wished happiness on those who really wanted it. Heechul eventually got home after the long day. He was both drained physically and emotionally. Since Leeteuk spoke to him about his ‘heat’, his body was on overdrive. He all but wanted to throw a stapler at Zhoumi’s head at one point of the day, but it was a good thing the foreigner has a fast reaction time and reflexes. Arriving home, he threw his coat on the bed and went straight to the shower.

He had an aching in his boxers that the hot water wasn’t helping. His breathing had become erratic as the shower sprayed over him. His hand inched down south, brushing slightly against his member. Just that soft touch had him moaning slightly. His willowy fingers inched around his hardening member as his mouth opened a little. With slow motions, he started to pump himself. The friction was driving him crazy as his breathing became shallow. His body radiated heat as he pushed himself against the cold wall. Biting down on his lower lip, his hand picked up pace. He tangled his free hand in his hair, tugging it. A warm familiar feeling built in his stomach as he rubbed his thumb over the head.

‘Nggg…ahhhhh….’ He moaned to himself.

Images flashed through his mind, trying to get himself off. Soft moans and pants filtered out his mouth. With so much strength, he pumped, wanting this sensation to overtake his body. With a flick of his wrist, a face flashed before him and he was undone at the seams. Their face contorting in pleasure filled expressions. Moaning his name in a sinful manner but erotic enough to have his back arch against the cool wall. His mouth moaned out the persons name as he pumped vigorously to ride out the orgasam. His hand coated in himself as it was being washed away by the warm spray, but head still foggy from the rush and mouth still moaning.