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Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

word count: 3229k

Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass.

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily.

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face.

“Nah, not golf.”

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights.

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate.

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?”

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers.

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed.

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded.

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?”

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.”

“Who do you want to give it to?”

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date.

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’”

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded.

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile.

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair.

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone.

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly.

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone.

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly.

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified.

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard.

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words.

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly.

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away.

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky.

“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow.

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips.

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously.

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.”

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet.

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.”

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked.

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head.

“It’s silly.” He sniffed.

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.”

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank.

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond.

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly.

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.”

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly.

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.”

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.”

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers.

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her.

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged.

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips.

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky.

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man.

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch.

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically.

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit.

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded.

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.”

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her.

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts.

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time.

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside.

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out.

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair.

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high.

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands.

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly.

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.”

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked.

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh.

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded.

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck.

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?”

“Take me home.”

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

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#phoenix wright #ace attorney #ace attorney justice for all #dick gumshoe #miles edgeworth #Edgeworth #justice for all #objection!#video games #anime and manga

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the ghost stories dub is a treasure

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hellsite-detective · 4 months

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hello all!

so, i was asked to share my Ace Attorney version of the keypad code post i solved a few days ago by @terrarium-of-mistakes. so, by popular demand (one person), here it is! i made this a while ago. if i were to remake it i would've used some newer techniques i've learned. but either way, this is...

Code for Turnabout

i hope you all enjoy this!

#also i cant reblog posts and add a video??#thats so annoying wtf why????#ace attorney #phoenix wright #franziska von karma #dick gumshoe #ema skye #miles edgeworth #hellsite detective #the detective’s shenanigans

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Ace Attorney: The Prosecutor's Office #2 First Aid Training

Iris tries to teach first aid to everyone, it doesn't go well ;v;

Source: The Office (US)

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Ace Attorney Maids

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Gumshoe meets Beanix and Trucy

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Friend: Sorry, but... can we turn the difficulty to Easy?

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#i was probably thinking of video games when I made this #in december of 2017 #but as someone who is now the DM #I still feel this #i just want everybody to have fun #ace attorney #detective gumshoe

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gumshoe doodle ✍️

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 5 months

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Horror Movies Pt. 1 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

word count: 3781k

Nothing's New- Rio Romeo 🎶

We Used to Wait- Arcade Fire 🎵

I'm Writing a Novel- Father John Misty 🎶

Not proof read- sorry folks!

Neil’s eyelashes fluttered gently against his pale, sleepy skin. He woke to the soft hymn of a record player’s needle spinning on a Billie Holiday disk. When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing at the milk crate, flipping through the old vinyl, dusty with age. He sighed and stretched out his arms above his head on the cracking leather couch. She glanced over and smiled.

“Long night?” She teased as she put the stack of records back.

“How could you tell?” He rubbed his eyes and sat up, an empty can of cheap beer sliding off of his leg and onto the carpeted ground in the store.

“You almost never spend the night here unless you have a special guest,” she wiggled her fingers and leaned against the register counter. The store still bore the signs of the night before, lamps dimmed, empty beer cans, and a woman’s bra hiding between the seat cushions of one of the couches.

“You know I can’t have anyone over yet… it feels weird to bring them home with me, like the start of a horror movie.” He laughed awkwardly and checked his watch.

“What horror movie starts like that?” She raised her eyebrow.

“What if she turned out to be a serial killer?” He argued and she laughed lightly, shaking her head.

“So who was it this time?” She walked over to the couch and retrieved the bra from between the cushions. He watched her with an embarrassed blush creeping up his sharp cheekbones. “34D?” She whistled slowly and tossed it at his chest, “impressive, Neil.”

“Oh shut up!” He fumbled with the bra and tossed it aside.

“We need to open in fifteen minutes,” she stopped herself from sounding too annoyed and clocked in on the ancient time-clock system behind the counter. Neil grunted and forced himself into a standing position. Jonathan and Lucien arrived at the front doors and pressed their faces against the glass. She rolled her eyes, “Neil, your friends are here.”

Neil, holding the bra, dashed behind the counter and stuffed it into her purse.

“What are you doing?” She protested, struggling over the bra and her purse.

“Can you just keep this in your bag for a little while? I don’t want the guys to see.” His hair was pushed up over her forehead, showing the freckled texture of his skin.

“Neil…” She warned and he pouted playfully.

“Pretty please!” He widened his eyes into wide pools. She sighed and pinched the skin between her eyebrows.

“Fine, fine!” She pushed her bag into one of the counter compartments and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Oh God, thank you!” He smiled and hurried to let Lucien and Jonathan inside the video store. “I owe you one!”

“Yeah you do.” She couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she watched him scramble over to the front doors and unlock them. His friends came inside without a second thought and continued the argument that they had been having outside.

“No, I don’t think you understand. Quentin Tarantino is so overrated.” Lucien protested and beelined for her. “Here, is Tarantino overrated?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head, “I love all of his movies.”

“See!” Jonathan laughed.

“Sorry, Lucien, I’m with Jonathan on this one.” She pulled out the order receipts and started slipping through them, her short acrylic nails scratching at each slip.

“How could you like Quentin Tarantino?” Lucien exclaimed and walked angrily to the small circle of couches that Neil had previously been asleep on. I exchanged a look with Neil and smiled down at the papers, trying not to laugh.

“Come on, I don’t pay you two to sit around and argue.” Neil followed them. Jonathan stepped on a crumbled can and laughed.

“Well you certainly pay someone to sit around and drink.” He picked up the can and showed it to Lucien who stopped arguing to look.

“Jesus Christ.” Neil pulled on his face and ran away as they started bombarding him with questions.

“Did you have a girl over again last night?” Jonathan laughed loudly, gesturing to the empty cans.

Again? She thought it only happened once or twice but it happened enough times for Jonathan and Lucien to notice. She felt her heart drop into her stomach and tried to go back to work.

“Shhhh!” Neil tried to shush them and glanced over, embarrassed. She pretended to not hear. “I’ll tell you guys later, ok?” He whispered and she saw the boys nod out of the corner of her eye.

“I can still hear you!” She sighed and opened the register.

“You mean… you two?” Lucien pointed between them and Neil laughed tightly.

“No, no. I just didn’t think it was appropriate to talk about it… in front of my employee.” He struggled for the right words.

“Ohhh, sorry.” Lucien held up his hands in defeat and plopped back down on the couch. “So, anyway, the reason why I don’t like Tarentino…”

Neil left them to their argument and wandered over back to the register.

“Sorry about that.” Neil blushed and avoided eye contact.

“It’s ok. We’re all adults here,” she looked over at Lucien and Jonathan, “at least we are.” She corrected and he laughed.

“You have some…lipstick…” She pointed to a place on his neck and he wiped his neck with the back of his hand.

“Damn, I should probably change.” He let his voice drone on for a second longer and spun around on his heels, heading back to his office.

She had hid her feelings well for the past few months. She joked with him about the girls he brought back to the store and covered his ass when he slept into a work day. She felt like that was the only way that she could be with him, his friend or his younger sister. Strictly platonic. She’d been working at Gumshoe Video for nearly a year and gotten to know every one of Neil’s quirks. She’d started to like them, even though they could piss her off. The bells on the front door hit the door frame as a customer entered. She was short with black-shoulder length hair, twisted into small curls around her face. Her hooded eyes were focused on the racks of VHS tapes around her, speaking into a pair of string-earbuds. She was speaking to someone on the phone so she just waved at the customer and mouthed “hello.” The girl smiled back and started looking. Neil came back out into the store wearing cartoonish prisoner garb, a white undershirt visible at the base of his neck. He took a stack of returned VHS and put them on the counter.

“Hey, could you rewind these for me? I’ll help the customer.” He tucked a loose strand of black hair behind his ear and waited for her nod of assent.

“Sure, boss.” She liked using the nickname, especially when she was frustrated with him over something. His mouth twitched, starting to form a smile. She took the tapes to the tv in the store and Jonathan helped her load a tape into the box.

“Geez, how many are there?” He pointed to the stack at her side.

“Like ten.” She shook her head. “They never rewind the tapes, do they?”

“No, I guess they don’t.” He pressed the rewind button on the base of the box and they waited for the movie to go back to the beginning. She glanced over at Neil who was sorting tapes on the case behind the register. When the customer approached, he didn’t react, until she cleared her throat and asked again.

“Oh are you talking to me now?” He whispered and she nodded.

“Which do you recommend?” She held up the tapes and Neil smiled.

“Next tape, please.” Jonathan asked and she took the next tape from the box and loaded it into the player. “I’ll start a pile here.” He started to stack the boxes beside him on the other side.

“I need a form of ID.” She could hear Neil say behind her as the movie rewinded.

“I don’t have one.” The customer responded and she could hear Neil’s apprehension.

“No driver’s license?”

“I don’t drive.” She answered as if it were obvious.

“We don’t usually rent to people without ID.”

“Can I pay in cash? I have cash.” She handed him some money and he shrugged.

“Uhh that works.” She could hear his smile in his words. “It’s due back in two weeks.” He handed the tape over and she left.

“That was weird.” Jonathan mumbled beneath his breath and looked over at Neil who was watching her leave. “Looks like he’s found his next target.”

Neil chuckled and said took out an envelope from beneath the register.

“That girl was definitely on something. She gave me a $50.”

“Jesus…” She nearly dropped the tape in her hand.

“That is crazy.” Lucien fiddled with his pipe.

“And no driver’s license?” Jonathan asked and Neil nodded.

“She was hot though. Oh, Lucien?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you get that box of old thrillers from my office? They’re in a cardboard box, it's a recent shipment.”

“Oh dear God… thrillers.” Lucien stood and shuffled into the backroom, speaking beneath his breath about thrillers.

She rolled her eyes and focused back on the tapes. Jonathan cleared his throat beside her.

“So… I was meaning to ask you-”

“Yeah?” She asked absentmindedly and he started again.

“I was wondering if you’d like to do something this weekend.” Jonathan asked hesitantly and snapped a VHS box closed, “just the two of us.” He added and she paused. She looked over and blushed, suddenly very sweaty and uncomfortable in her own body. Neil looked up from the desk, having overheard the conversation.

“We could watch a movie… your choice of course.” He smiled and she mirrored him.

“Well, um,” she struggled to come up with an excuse. The truth was that she didn’t have one. Sure she favored Neil but Jonathan was cute too and obviously, Jonathan was interested in her. “Sure… yeah. I’d like to.” She allowed and Jonathan grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, why not?” She shrugged and Jonathan smiled down at the tapes in his hands.

“Look, I don’t mind if you guys fuck eachother but don’t do it right in front of me, ok?” Neil almost sneered and Jonathan looked over his shoulder. Lucien came back with the box.

“Says the guy that had sex right where Lucien was just sitting!”

Lucien almost dropped the box. “Where I was SITTING? Neil! You could have warned me!” He exclaimed and pushed the box onto the countertop. Neil’s face paled slightly and he swallowed, looking down at the box of movies.

“Nevermind, sorry.” He grumbled and Jonathan returned to tapes.

She and Jonathan finished the tapes quickly and returned them to their places on the store’s shelves. She stayed out of Neil’s way for the rest of the day, trying to ignore the growing core of frustration in her stomach. She hated the way he made her feel. They were only a year or two apart and yet, she felt so much younger, so naive. She knew him from high school when he was a senior and she was a sophomore. They’d done AV club together and he’d done tech in theater when she acted. They’d been nearly friends by the time he graduated. He had been attractive in high school too though he wasn’t very popular. They’d bonded over their mutual love for film and corresponded a few times over email in college. She’d only seen him as a friend until now, running her eyes down the length of his chest to her narrow hips. Neither of them had made as much as a move on the other since they’d met and now she willed him to see her as more than just a colleague or coworker.

She was perched on the stool behind the counter when a customer came in to return a video. She scanned the barcode and completed the transaction, bidding them a good day. She held the tape between her hands and flipped the box over, looking at the image of Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby. She’d cut her hair weeks ago, inspired by Mia Farrow’s character. Even though she knew she looked good in the shaved pixie, she felt almost undesirable. She had hoped that it would make her more confident but instead, it had weakened her sense of self-confidence. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Even having Jonathan ask her out didn’t help her confidence, it was pretty pitiful. Neil came around the back of the counter and checked a folder of receipts.

“This envelope is for that girl from earlier if she comes in again.” He pointed out the envelope with ‘That weird girl without a driver’s license.’ She smiled at the envelope and nodded.

“Got it, boss.”

He laughed lightly and started to turn away when she interjected.

“Do you want that bra back now?” She was suddenly conscious of her own breasts, pressed against the soft padding in her own bra. She crossed her legs, fixing the hem on her jeans. Neil cleared his throat and blushed again.

“Eh yeah, sure.” He avoided his eyes and she dug around in her bag for the bright red bra. When she found it, she draped it in his open hand, brushing her fingers against the skin on his wrist.

“Here.” She met his eyes.

“Thanks,” he looked down at it and then cursed beneath his breath, “shit I just realized that I don’t know her address. I don’t know how to get this back to her.”

“Do you remember her name?” She pulled up the business log on the computer.

“Umm… Nancy?” He offered and she typed in the name checking the rentals from the day before.

“Nancy Rand?” She read out the only name in the system.

“That sounds right.” He nodded and licked his lips absentmindedly.

“This is the address,” she read it out as he wrote it down.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked and she turned, shocked.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me return this?” He smiled.

“You’re ridiculous,” she stood and brushed past him but turned and then nodded slowly, “ok.” The store closed at 8pm. She changed the vinyl on the record player and sought out the broom and dustpan. Jonathan and Lucien left at closing and Neil closed the door behind them, flipping the sign on the door to ‘closed.’ Jonathan gave her a nod goodbye and she waved shyly. They closed down the video store in relative silence, only the music from John Lennon’s Double Fantasy filling the space. She swept the store thoroughly as Neil closed the register. She waited as he locked up and pulled on the doors to ensure that they were secure. The summer humidity hit them like a cloud as soon as they stepped outside. Neil had switched out of his prison costume, now wearing jeans, his white undershirt, and a green button up that he’d left unbuttoned. She took off her cardigan and stuffed it into her bag, preferring to confront the heat in her plain brown camisole. Her jeans were a little too long and brushed the pavement as they walked.

“Do you know where we’re going?” She asked Neil and he shrugged.

“Kind of. I think I’ve been in the neighborhood before.”

“Nice neighborhood?” She stuck her hands in her back pockets as they walked.

“Oh yeah. It’s across the street from the golf course.”

“Do you think Nancy Rand golfs?”

“Probably.”

“It's the Victoria’s Secret.” She sighed with a nod.

“What?”

“Her bra- it’s Victoria’s Secret.” She pointed to the tag on the side of the bra and he raised his eyebrow.

“Oh… right. What does that mean?” He smiled.

“It means she dropped like $30 on that. She has the kind of money to play golf and buy expensive bras.”

“What??” He held the bra further away from him. “Why are they so expensive?”

“The super fancy ones are. I can’t believe she left without it. It's nice.”

“Well to be fair, neither one of us were very sober.” He put the bra back into his pocket and swung his arms back and forth.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Soooo,” Neil shoved his hands into his front pockets and shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, “Do you wear Victoria's Secret too?” He smiled naughtily and she rolled her eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It seems like you have plenty of Victoria’s Secrets to go around, Neil.” She joked and pointed to his back pocket. He laughed and kicked his shoe against the pavement.

“Yeah, yeah.” He held up his hands in surrender.

“Is this the house here?” She pointed to a large house with wide round columns. Neil whistled low when he saw the house with two station wagons parked out front.

“Yeah…”

“How are you planning on giving that back?” She asked and he shook his head.

“I have no idea.”

“Oh, man… I have got to see how you pull this off!” She started laughing hysterically and he massaged his temples anxiously.

“I’ll just go up there and knock on the door.” He claimed and rubbed his hands together.

“Ok,” she smiled. “Go ahead! I’ll be right here.” She gestured to the curb.

He sighed dramatically and walked up to the front door, framed by symmetrical fake gas lamps. He pointed to the gaslamp and pursed his lips, she could almost hear him trilling his lips in mock admiration. She giggled and waved him on. When Neil rang the doorbell, an older woman opened the front door and greeted him with a confused smile.

Neil met the woman with a wide grin, immediately regretting the whole trip.

“Can I help you?” She asked and Neil shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet.

“I uh, I’m… I just moved into the neighborhood and I wanted to introduce myself.” He thought quickly on his feet and the woman smiled.

“Oh! I didn’t know someone was selling their house. Which is yours?”

“It's uh… over there.” He gestured widely behind him and cleared his throat. “So er, nice to meet you.”

“You haven’t told me your name.” The woman furrowed her brow.

“Right, right. I’m uh Neil… Neil Lowry.” He came up with a random fake name on the spot and clasped his hands behind his back. “Well, I should be going. It was nice to meet you!” He called and hurried down the front step to the driveway.

“Well, goodnight!” The lady frowned and closed the door, locking it. Neil practically scrambled back to the curb, panting.

“That was fucking embarrassing.” He coughed out and she stifled her laughter behind her hand.

“No luck?”

“God no.” He put his hands on his knees, his shirt falling away from his thin stomach.

“Why didn’t you just ask for Nancy?”

“I’m not even convinced that this is the right house!” He flailed his arms above his head.

“Well, we could always leave it in the mailbox.” She shrugged and he sighed.

“And run the risk of this not being her house and leaving a bra at a completely unrelated family home?” He cringed. “Could you use it?” He held out the bra and she smiled.

“I’m not a 34D, though I appreciate the offer. Ummm,” she rummaged through her bag.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“My binoculars.” She answered seriously and he laughed.

“You carry binoculars?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “they come in handy.”

“Do you often spy on people?” He crouched beside her on the curb, his hands held together in a tent.

“It's called people watching, Neil.” She withdrew the small pair of binoculars and brushed them off.

“Its fucking weird.” Neil retorted and laughed when she swatted him painfully on the shoulder.

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Ok, ok, sorry!” He took the binoculars and fixed the magnification onto the house. “We’ll have to go up to the house.”

“Now who sounds like a stalker?” She grumbled and grabbed her bag. They snuck around the house to the side fence.

“We’re both too short.” She pointed out and took the binoculars from Neil. “I could get on your shoulders…” She offered and bit her lip uncomfortably. Neil nodded and crouched down, his hands planted on the side of the house.

“Alright, climb aboard.”

“Don’t say that- it makes it sound weird.” She grumbled and scrambled, putting her thighs on either side of his neck. He stood upright and wavered a little.

“Steady.” She whispered and peaked over the top of the fence, and looked into the second story room through the binoculars. She could see a girl sprawled out on her bed, a tv playing Singing in the Rain.

“How do you feel about old musicals?” She asked and Neil huffed his response, not having to say anything. He hated Hollywood musicals.

“Is she in there?” He asked in a strained voice.

“Yeah, second story bedroom.”

Neil lowered her to the ground and she put the binoculars back into her bag. They went around the fence and crouched beside the side of the house, below the window.

“How old did you say this girl was?”

“I didn’t… and she’s in college.” He added quickly, “senior at NYU.”

When she didn’t respond he changed the subject.

“I’m going to throw a few pebbles at her window,” Neil thought aloud, “and when she opens the window, I can slingshot the bra up to her.

“Slingshot? You can’t be serious.”

“It’ll work.” Neil assured her and took a pebble from the ground. She sighed and waited for him to gently toss the pebble against the glass. He did it two more times before the window slid open and she could hear the girl leaning out.

“Neil?” Nancy asked, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, left this in the store.” He raised the bra and gave an awkward, crooked smile.

“Oh, gosh. Thanks but I have so many. It’s ok, who’s telling what kind of stuff is on it now. You can just toss it.” She shrugged and waved. “Bye, Neil.” She closed the window with a loud snap and Neil lowered his arm. He said nothing though his brows were knit together.

“Well what do we do now?” She asked below him and Neil smiled suddenly.

“I have an idea. Come on!” He beckoned her to follow him as he crossed the street and held aside the fence onto the golf course.

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End part 1 here :)

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Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Number 9

Welcome to A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes! During this month-long event, I’ll be counting my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!

SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “How do you think this all works? By being big and being bad.”

Number 9 is…Bigby Wolf, from The Wolf Among Us.

“The Wolf Among Us” is a video game made by the now-defunct developers Telltale Games. The game was based on the comic series “Fables.” I’m going to come right out and say it: I have never read the comics, and I have basically no real knowledge of them or how the characters and lore in them may differ from the established points in “The Wolf Among Us.” HOWEVER, very thankfully, the game is able to stand up on its own two feet regardless, and so are its characters, so even someone who has basically no knowledge of the source material can still enjoy it.

The game is a sort of choose-your-own-adventure sort of deal; a point-and-click adventure where the player’s choices every step of the way affect how the story plays out, the kinds of relationships you form with other characters, and so on. Some choices are more important than others, but virtually every choice of note is worth pondering. The plot is a combo of film noir crime story and dark fantasy: it takes place in a world where various characters from the world of fiction, after their universe was mysteriously destroyed, have fled to the “real” world in order to seek refuge. They’ve established their own city, called “Fabletown,” where real world problems combine with fantastical adventures, as they struggle to build new lives and survive in this different universe, and hide their identities from the “normies” who exist beyond the borders of the city.

The main character is Sheriff Bigby Wolf. Bigby, as you may have guessed from his name and the title, is the Big Bad Wolf of fairy-tale infamy himself. In the world of the game, Bigby is a werewolf, who can transform from a human to increasingly more wolf-like forms, his true and ultimate form being a GIGANTIC feral beast bigger than elephant, able to create hurricane-force winds with his breath alone, and more than capable of swallowing a person whole. Needless to say, with this kind of setup, and his reputation as one of the greatest, most archetypal villains in history, Bigby isn’t exactly a popular Sheriff. Many fear or distrust him, and those that don’t typically still keep their distance for one reason or another.

Because of the playstyle of Telltale games, Bigby’s exact personality can shift depending on the choices the player makes: he can be sort of a gentle giant, who looks rugged and tough but really isn’t that bad. In contrast, he can be much more morally and ethically dubious, an anti-hero closer to Dirty Harry, who walks a very fine line between a man and a monster. However, regardless of the choices you make, a few things remain constant: Bigby’s general demeanor is that of an almost stereotypical noir-style detective. He’s gruff, grumpy, coarse, and can’t seem to go five seconds without having a cigarette. He’s often cynical and sarcastic, very much the sardonic hard-boiled sleuth. The character is voiced by Adam Harrington, and he does a phenomenal job giving Bigby the airs of such a great archetype, while also injecting vulnerability and sympathy into his portrayal.

The most notable constant of all, however, is Bigby’s motivations: even if you make him especially nasty, it’s usually pretty clear that this Big Bad Wolf is racked with guilt over his past. He knows the stigma that hangs over him is VERY well-deserved, and he legitimately wants to try and help people and make things better. Even when he makes questionable decisions, the majority of them are still justifiable in some fashion or another. He doesn’t want to be seen as the bad guy anymore, he wants to try and start a new life. It’s up to the player to determine if Bigby is truly able to put away the vicious, cruel, beastly sides of his personality and turn over a new leaf, or if his efforts and desires are all in vain.

Even though Telltale officially closed down in 2018, the first game was so popular that it was eventually revived for an upcoming sequel, made by the remnants of the Telltale staff with help from AdHoc Studios. The new game is set to release sometime this year, though no official release date has been given. Whenever it arrives, I look forward to seeing how Bigby’s story continues, and what new paths and new cases will await him in the future.

Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 8!

CLUE: “Just one more thing…”

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