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selenestarmoon · 1 year

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We know that in the ending of Yandere Simulator 1980 mode Saisho kidnapped Jokichi after Ryoba had already kidnapped him and tells her in a letter to go find him and in the game in the present day it is implied that Ryoba works for Saikou Corp. and that Ichiro, son of Saisho and current CEO of Saikou Corp., tolerates the presence of Ayano, Ryoba's daughter, in Akademi even though Megami (Ichiro's daughter) and Kocho Shuyona (Akademi school principal) don't trust Ryoba and Ayano and they would be happy if she didn't attend Akademi to which many wonder why Saisho and later his son Ichiro would hire the woman who tarnished the reputation of the school he founded and I have a theory that I want to share.

Do any of you remember, have seen or heard of House of Cards, Berserk and Metal Gear Rising?

The story of House of Cards is about Frank Underwood, a politician who aspires to be president of the United States and ends up being elected at the cost of damaging the reputation of his rivals, but for this Frank could not act directly because that would tarnish his image, which is why Doug Stamper do the dirty work for him.

On the other hand in Berserk, Griffith aspires to be king by gaining the king's favor for the victories of the Band of the Hawk but he has many enemies and there are also contenders like Adonis who had the right to marry Charlotte, the daughter of the king, and Griffith could not allow this to happen so he orders Guts to get rid of Julius and Adonis and later organizes a plan to get rid of the nobles and the queen who want him dead without anyone suspecting him except Minister Foss whom he blackmails by using his daughter to help him with his plan.

And the last, Senator Steven Armstrong, the main antagonist of Metal Gear Rising, dreamed of making the United States a strong country with people who follow their own ideals with their own strength, so Armstrong respected those who managed to overcome adversity using their own strength and following their own ideals as Jetstream Sam and Raiden did that even Armstrong wanted to recruit them (only he managed to recruit Sam but not Raiden).

In the game there are several indications of this:

- In Kocho Shuyona's tapes where he mentions how he is upset with Ryoba for everything she has done and doesn't want her to return to Akademi and doesn't want to give her the graduation diploma but Saisho convinces him to let her go back to school and graduate.

- In another of the tapes Kocho mentions that while he was at the Saikou Corp. headquarters all the employees treated him normal but when he sees Ryoba at the headquarters and he asks why she is there every employees stopped talking to him and started ignoring him as if he wasn't there, implying that Ryoba works for Saiko Corp. but they don't want to elaborate on the subject.

- Another clue is that in one of the tapes from the basement of Ryoba's house, Jokichi asks her what will happen to their jobs if they go to America, to which she replies that she talked to her boss (who is currently Ichiro, current CEO of Saiko Corp.) and he gave him permission to leave (this could imply that Ichiro knows that Ryoba wants to go to America to finish off the journalist and Ichiro agrees that the journalist disappear for fear that he, because of of the Ryoba incident, uncover and expose the company's shady dealings that take place in the shadows and that Ryoba is running them).

- Another indication is, as I mentioned earlier, that Kocho and Megami don't want Ayano to study at Akademi and are openly hostile towards her because of her lineage but it is implied that they both tolerate her on Ichiro's orders: when Kocho knocks out Ayano with his taser and then he talks to Ichiro telling him that there is no deal, this implies that he only let Ayano enroll in Akademi on Ichiro's orders by having a deal with him and on the other hand when Megami talks to Ayano through a video call he explains that she can't stand her and that if it were up to her she wouldn't allow Ayano to attend Akademi but she can't do anything about it because her father tolerates Ayano for some reason unknown to Megami.

What I'm getting at is that Saisho maintained his company at the cost of shady things below, but if he did those jobs himself, his reputation, and by extension that of his company, would be tarnished by what he needed to have his own Doug Stamper or Guts for did his dirty work for him and what better person to do that kind of work than a serial killer who tarnished Akademi's reputation, killed girls and manipulated others without even hesitating and manipulated an entire country into thinking that was she innocent? It would simply be a win-win situation for Saisho and Ryoba: Saisho would have someone to run his company's shady deals and do the dirty work for him and he would even have the Aishi family at his family's disposal to do the dirty work for his descendants just as Ryoba does for him and Ryoba would make up for the damage she caused to Akademi's reputation, and by extension to Saikou Corp., and she would manage to be on good terms with Saisho and his family while working for them people would see her as a normal woman who like any other has a decent job as an office worker in a respectable company, which would make her the suspicions that will remain on her will be reduced to almost zero.

On the other hand, Saisho and Armstrong are extremist patriots who hate the current condition of their beloved countries (Japan for Saisho and the United States for Armstrong) but hide this rejection to use that condition that they detest so much to their advantage. Furthermore, Saisho respects Ryoba and wanted to recruit her for the same reasons that Armstrong respects Raiden and wanted to recruit him: they both see Ryoba and Raiden as the type of people they want in their ideal society in their respective countries (strong people, without weaknesses and who are governed by their own efforts and ideals and do not let morality stop them from achieving their goals).

#yandere simulator #yandere simulator spoilers #yandere simulator meta #yandere simulator analysis #yandere sim #yandere sim spoilers #yandere sim meta #yandere sim analysis #yan sim #yan sim spoilers #yan sim meta #yan sim analysis #yansim #yansim spoilers #yansim meta #yansim analysis #ryoba aishi #saisho saikou

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inkandguns · 9 months

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What if Jack Ryan on Amazon is just the prequel for House of Cards? Mike November aka Doug Stamper

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Brazen Qualities Ch 2

Warnings: language, politics.

Over the next couple of days Heather began to put her team together, gaining support from congress members, and setting up various meetings. You reminded her you wanted as much as humanly possible in writing or recorded, even if it was off the record. You knew how politics got, how laws began to get played with in ways they normally might not bend. In the chance that someone was to turn, or try and raise alarm about something that happened, you would always have the proof that they were wrong. You also wanted to make sure that everything that was being said, done and agreed upon was actually legal. Not that Heather would miss something like that having just stepped away from the legal world herself, but you never really knew what someone would do when it came to winning the vote for the White House.

Underwood had called you to the Oval after Dunbar officially resigned (and gave him a major case of sass to boot) to try and convince you into the Solicitor General position once again. You wondered if he had someone working to keep an eye on Heather, if he already knew you’d signed on to work with and support her. You wouldn’t put it past him, that was for sure. You politely declined for the time being, claiming you had a few too many cases on your plate at the moment and weren’t about to abandon some of your most important clients quite yet. He reminded you the offer wasn’t open ended, you thanked him again and left before he properly dismissed you. You could hear him curse under his breath at your defiance.

You met Heather for a couple of meetings the following day, the more upscale members, or the ones that may have needed a little more encouragement to stay within the law. Since it was still early on, you both came and went separately, only conferring behind closed doors. Tonight she had a meeting with Senator Giallo, not only were you already trusting of them, but you had a little bit more on your plate as you were tracking down something else.

Heather and the two members of her team exited the meeting, rearranging the schedule over the next couple of days, the two moved towards the elevator as her phone buzzed, causing her to pause. The unknown number piquing her interest but also her concern, she nodded ahead for the others to go downstairs as she answered the phone. She was surprised to hear Doug Stamper on the other end of the line, he’d been Underwood’s Chief of Staff before an accident left him in the hospital and out of the game for nine months. Their conversation continued for a few moments as he made his way down the hallway towards her as they spoke.

“How did you know I was meeting with Giallo tonight?” She asked.

“You rub shoulders with the leadership, I rub shoulders with the people who work for them.” He barely glanced her way as he hung up the phone, passing her to head into the vestibule leading to the elevators. He froze suddenly as you stepped out in front of him, effectively blocking his path, he nearly jumped.

“Ms Vanderbilt.” He greeted.

“Jesus Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?” Heather cut in, you’d said you had other things to look into tonight, yet here you were in the same dark hallway she was. You addressed her first,

“You had a tail…I figured I’d keep an eye on it.” You turned your attention back to Doug, “you’re toeing the line on stalking Doug…you do remember I dallied with law enforcement to help pay for college, right?” He chuckled softly, glancing back at Heather.

“She doesn’t like me very much.” Referring to you.

“I don’t trust you…” you laughed, “you worked alongside Underwood for years, you’d do anything for him, why the fuck run over to the other side with your tail between your legs now?”

“You should work on your welcoming committee tactics.” He teased back and you rolled your eyes.

“You don’t get to make one lousy phone call and brag about your connections and walk…” you paused, your eyes dragging down to his cane, “…sorry…limp..your way into Ms Dunbar’s campaign team. You reek of blackmail…which I’m not in support of.” Doug stepped passed you with a curt nod, pressing the elevator button.

“Just think about it Ms Dunbar.” With a quick ping, he was into the elevator and gone, leaving the two of you in private.

“You think this is a bad idea?” She asked, turning her full attention to you.

“I think he needs to be properly vetted, researched, we leave a single stone unturned and it could come back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it and where it’ll hurt the most.”

“What do you need from me?”

“Everything you have on the Walker administration. First thing in the morning.”

“I’ll do you one better, it’s all at my home office. Come pick it up on your way home.”

“Perfect.”

“I’ll meet you at your office in the morning?” She asked as you moved toward the elevator.

“Mm..” you shook your head, “with the amount of digging I’ll need to do…meet me at my apartment.”

Heather was pleasantly surprised when she arrived at your apartment the next morning, though, she knew what someone on your salary could afford. Your place was neat, organized, an adequate amount of open space and lots of light. She was more surprised with how casual, yet still classy you were dressed, you certainly had been raised in enough of the spotlight so that even leggings and a tank top paired with a coloured cardigan made you look like you were ready to run the world. Though your face and hair were prepped and ready for a full day of work she could still see a slight redness in your eyes, a slight purpling under them, you’d clearly spent most of your beauty sleep digging into Stamper.

You slid a fresh cup of coffee across the kitchen island to her, letting her fix it how she wanted as you poured yourself a new one.

“You find anything interesting?” She asked, having already gone through the standard pleasantries.

“The usuals include; born in Illinois, grew up in Ohio, abandoned the family life to move to Washington. He’s Underwood’s fucking lap dog, and Underwood trusts him far too much for me to feel comfortable.”

“So why wouldn’t he bring Doug back onto his team now?”

“Well, Stamper’s got a hefty dosage of prescriptions for Zoloft and Xanax to start, not to mention he was a raging alcoholic before he started going to AA. But how much can you trust an addict to not start using again, especially if they’re on heavy meds while working a stressful career? He’s got connections to the Feng case you worked which I don’t like the look of.”

“Anything else that could come back to hurt us if it’s found out he’s working with us?”

“I scoured all of my resources…do you have any idea how he got into whatever accident it was that fucked him up so badly?” Heather paused, sure, she had heard a few rumours floating around but none of them ever seemed noteworthy, or anything that would deem informative if she was to hire him.

“No…why?”

“I managed to track down every single hospital bill, every rehab treatment appointment, where each one was paid through, I double checked bank accounts and credit cards, down to every single pair of gloves that was used in surgery.”

“Where’s the problem?”

“There isn’t a single incident report, police report or EMT report documenting a single thing.” Heather sighed as you took a sip of coffee, “whatever the fuck happened to him, someone did a very good job of covering up and destroying the evidence.”

“You think it was Underwood?”

“I don’t think it was Underwood, I think Underwood had Doug cover up something, try to…take care of something and was unsuccessful. Hence the beating, and hence why Underwood doesn’t want him back. He didn’t live up to expectations and thus was left crippled and unusable.”

“So you would invite him in?”

“I would keep him on a damn fucking short leash. And I would run everything past both me and Cynthia, even if it’s a private meeting that you promised will be kept secret. Make it seem like he can trust you, like you trust him fully. This guy..he knows how to work both sides, he’s done it before and he’ll do it again, guys like these already have agendas planned before they make their first move. He already knows I don’t like or trust him. Use Cynthia as the middle ground and vet him yourself, you play good cop, play dumb if you need to…but not past the point that would make him suspicious, he knows you, and knows you’re not an idiot. Have a meeting with him, see what his expectations are for his role and salary for a start.”

“But you still don’t trust him?”

“Heather I’ll never trust him…but that doesn’t mean he won’t be useful to your campaign. No matter what his agenda is, he’s got ten years of working with Underwood under his belt, he’s going to know a lot of shit that could help you out.”

“I thought you said you were against blackmail.” She smirked.

“I said I was against blackmail, not leverage. Legally….they’re two very different things. You can have leverage over someone without having anything against them, they just have to believe it…you know that.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with politicians y/n.”

“Well..I believe I have you to thank for that.” You smirked back, your phone ringing interrupting your banter, “Vanderbilt?” You answered without checking the ID, “Jackie, hey…what?!”

In a near frantic motion your hand encircled Heather’s wrist, dragging her back to the living room while Jackie yapped in your ear, your hand dropping to turn on the T.V. The breaking news…Frank Underwood…announcing his running for the democratic nomination for the upcoming election. The thing he previously had said he was not running for, the thing he claimed he did not want for another four years. The thing that could only be prompted by distaste for those who were running, by lying and deceiving the country into thinking they really wanted another term under an Underwood presidency.

“Can I call you back? Thanks.” Your voice broke through the news broadcast, cancelling the call as your phone dropped to the coffee table and your head turned to Heather. “Well…this changes everything…”

“I’ll set up a private meeting with Doug for later today.” She replied, “do what you can do dig into Underwood’s current campaign.” She sighed lightly, “and I know you’re friends with Sharp, but if she has anything useable…”

“Oh she’s sleeping with Remy…but they’re not careful, it’d leak before it got out from me.” Heather laughed lightly as you brushed your hand through your hair, not realizing a chunk of it got stuck on your earring, “but I will be in court for the rest of the day. I can meet you tonight if you need me?”

Your gaze softly met hers, noticing the warmth in her eyes, the small smile on her face as her fingers delicately swooped the stuck hair back behind your ear, the curl falling over your shoulder where it belonged. You nearly felt your breath hitch in your throat, reminding yourself that she was technically now your boss…not to mention married…with kids.

“I knew there was a reason I wanted you on my team.” She grinned, “I’ll keep you posted. Call me when you’re done in court and I’ll update you, otherwise just dig through Underwood and we can talk arrangements for Iowa.”

“Okay.” You ducked your head, your confidence suddenly vanished at the brief forwardness she’d suddenly shown, “Have a good day Ms Dunbar.” Heather nearly laughed at your sudden professionalism as the door opened in front of her, turning back to you briefly,

“Do..I want to know how you’re getting all this information?”

“It’s technically legal,” you laughed, “you’d be surprised how much a detective will do for a guaranteed warrant.”

“You’re not abusing Justice Jacobs Alzheimer’s to get any of these are you?”

“Oh…come on…I’m still a respected lawyer...I’m not going to smear my name for your campaign Ms Dunbar.” as if years of working together and being friends, where you were more than ready to sass her back, call her on her bullshit and use her first name would suddenly change into you submitting to calling her Ms Dunbar…then again…maybe there was another reason you weren’t ready to admit to just quite yet.

#heather dunbar #heather dunbar x reader #house of cards #brazen qualities

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makingitwork06 · 6 months

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kalique · 2 years

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NOT DOUG STAMPER!!!!!!!! BEGONE YE DEMON FROM HELL

#tvb #BEGONE!!!!!!!!!

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liar-or-lawyer · 2 years

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♛HOUSE OF CARDS♛

I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood.

#house of cards #politics #francis underwood #claire underwood #zoe barnes #season 1 #kevin spacey #robin wright #doug stamper #tv series #edits #aesthetic #tvshowedit #love #power #gameplay #white house #congressmen #congress

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kevinspaceymrs · 3 years

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House of Cards / Chapter 63

#kevin spacey #michael kelly #house of cards #season 5 #chapter 63 #frank underwood #francis underwood #doug stamper #hoc #gifs #gif #one nation underwood

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moltage · 1 year

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surprise bitch

#doug stamper #house of cards #LMMMFAAOOOO

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fumbling-fanfics · 2 years

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you and me. may I please be tagged on your future Doug imagines?

Sure!!! I'm out of writing atm... Been a long time... But trying to come back 😪

What sort of Doug fics would you like to see

#doug stamper house of cards #doug stamper #douglas stamper

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themarciliob · 3 years

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House of Cards (TV Series 2013–2018) [Creator Beau Willimon] [NETFLIX]

#House of Cards #Beau Willimon #NETFLIX #TV Series #Robin Wright #Underwood #Claire Underwood #Michael Kelly #Doug Stamper #Kevin Spacey #Francis Underwood

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saiyef · 4 years

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During the Prison Ending, did Sean actually have a trial? Because, if he did, did no one point out that the “explosions” had no burn marks, no traces of actual explosives or any evidence that Sean had explosives in his possession? Because, if not, did they honestly make a 16 year-old take the blame just for the sake of someone taking the blame rather than explain that the “explosions” were just unexplainable?

Plus, if there were a trial, it might’ve given Sean SOME JUSTICE by at least giving him a chance to testify against Stamper (the old man from Episode 1) and Reverend Lisbeth, seeing as Stamper violently attacked Sean and kidnapped him AND provided false testimony that Sean stole from him if Sean didn’t and Lisbeth kidnapped and brainwashed Daniel, tried to murder Sean and (based on the rap sheet the police officer read in Episode 5) provided false testimony that Sean was a member of her cult JUST to make Sean look even worse for her church burning down. Oh, almost forgot that vigilante asshole who shot Daniel at border and showed absolutely no remorse over the fact that she shot a 10 year-old boy.

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz #doug stamper #lisbeth fischer

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Brazen Qualities Ch 10

Warnings: language, brief mentions of smut, Underwood being the fucking sleazeball he is.

The trip back to D.C was a little awkward and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Cynthia hadn’t put it together that you were the one Heather was having an affair with, and didn’t ask a single question, pretending that she wasn’t witness to the argument you’d gotten in the night before. You were sure to check your phone the second the plane landed to make sure Underwood hadn’t decided to leak the information from the bug before warning both Cynthia and Heather to not answer anything and direct any questions to your office instead.

Naturally, you were doing nothing but dodging calls for the next week.

The day after you got back, Underwood was doing everything he could to cover is own tracks, and thankfully, not throwing Dunbar under the bus in the process. He may have been a conniving asshole but he wasn’t that stupid, and you knew under different circumstances, he probably would have called you to make an official statement for him and his team.

Instead, the presumptuous dick was on your office’s t.v screen, making the exact statement that you knew he would from the second you found the bug.

“Myself and my office are coming forward today with a statement of apology towards Ms Dunbar and her team. As stated during the Arizona caucus, there was an electronic recording device that had been left in their campaign office, no doubt to try and get some form of political scandal up and running. It has been confirmed that the device was planted by Doug Stamper, my former chief of staff. While on leave from my team he pursued a career working alongside Ms Dunbar to gain knowledge he would have not been privy of otherwise. I, nor any member from the White House asked him to do this, and would never ask anyone to do something so problematic.”

You couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that one.

“Once he admitted to his act, I promptly fired him. I want a clean campaign and a smooth Presidency, and do not condone such horrible behaviour, especially from someone running my team. Anything that was recorded from the device was not listened to and promptly destroyed and we have no intention of searching out what was said within the private walls of Ms Dunbar’s office.”

“Fucking garbage.” You muttered, muting the t.v. Sure, he’d fired Doug publicly but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still working for him under the radar. As for destroying anything recorded? You knew it was bullshit, he was probably going through it with a fine toothed comb, hell you knew he had listened to it, and if it wasn’t for your quick thinking at the debate, the entire world would know about Heather’s affair.

You sent a quick text to Heather, reminding her to destroy the bug, and to say you were sending over a team to sweep through the office and her home, just to be safe. If there was anything else hiding somewhere you wanted it gone. You’d already done the same with your own office the day you got back. A second series of texts were sent off to a couple of old cop buddies of yours, you wanted to keep an eye on Doug, make sure he wasn’t meeting with Underwood in secret and you certainly didn’t have enough time to do it yourself.

The rest of the week was drafting up official statements, sending legal advice off to Cynthia to prepare responses to Underwood’s apology and try to keep everything running smoothly. It was a lot of ‘no comment at this time’ and ‘we accept the President’s apology and hold no grudges’ bullshit, but it took up more time than you would’ve liked.

It was unbeknownst to you that Heather set up a meeting with Underwood, she didn’t tell you becauase she knew you’d be against it, and she didn’t need you even more pissed off at her right now. You were doing your side of taking care of the drama, and she was going about it her way. She met Frank in a back entrance corridor of the White House, discretion was important at this stage.

“Came to demand an in person apology, did you?” He jeered, curling his way down the metal stairs.

“I don’t care about that and you know it. Some mock up press event to publicly shame someone else so it doesn’t smear your name? How very on brand for you.”

“Then why are you here Ms Dunbar?” He’d reached the bottom of the stairs, sizing up his opponent in an attempt to intimidate her.

“Destroy whatever recordings you have from the bug.”

“And why would I want to do that? Without it, it’s my word against yours that you’re running around with some little harlot. Never would have pegged you to be a switch hitter, it’s not good for the republican support.”

“You destroy the recording and I’ll destroy the journal.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know Claire lied about the abortion, and I have the journal to prove it.” Underwood stalled, a ball of rage beginning to burn within him.

“You’re bluffing. Doug destroyed it.”

“He lied. And I have it.” Although, she was bluffing. Doug had shown her the journal, but it was still in his possession, but an unknowingly empty threat was better than no threat at all.

“He never would have handed it over to you.”

“For two million, people do a lot of stupid things. Besides, you just fired him on national television, I don’t think his loyalty lies with you any longer. You have three days Mr President.”

Turning, she rapped on the door, and was gone faster than she came. Underwood was furious, he didn’t care if Dunbar came after him, tried to smear his name, but come after his wife? That was unacceptable, he wanted to fire back, half of him was tempted to leak the recording himself right then and there. But he knew he had to dig up something even better to really knock Heather out of the political race.

Your week of bullshit news blocking thanks to Heather’s slip up was finally goddamn over. Admittedly, you weren’t actually mad at her for what happened, she slipped, it happened to the best of you. Like she had said the night before the debate, it’s trickier when your opposer is attacking you personally instead of who you’re defending. You were glad that things seemed to be smoothing over, that any hiccups along the way were easily solved and there weren’t any metaphorical road blocks.

You’d finished dinner, the dishes drying in the rack while you settled into the couch with your second glass of wine. Ever so thankful for the mindless trashy reality t.v playing, the perfect way to de stress from the week. Well…there would’ve been one better way, but considering the current situation, you weren’t about to pick up the phone and invite her over. (Besides, you never fucked while in D.C, only on the road).

Your phone pinged, and at first you thought it was a text, but your brows furrowed as you realized it was someone airdropping you an image. The number looked faintly familiar, so you hit the accept button while you waited for the picture to load. You were confused, in order to airdrop someone would have to be at least within your building, and that gave you goosebumps. You practically dropped your phone when the image loaded, it was black and white, grainy, probably from a security camera, but it was certainly was from the hot tub in Arizona. You, propped up on the edge of the tub while Heather pleased you. Your heart started to race, how the fuck could you have been so careless, you should’ve known there would’ve been cameras on that terrace, it was only semi private after all.

You practically jumped out of your skin when there was a sudden knock on your door. Figuring it had to be whoever had sent you the picture, you put down your glass of wine and padded over, pulling the door open. Honestly, you’d expected it to be Doug, so you were taken aback by the view in front of you.

“Uh- Mr. President?” Your head glanced both ways down the hallway, he was completely alone, there was no way in hell this was good.

“Evening Ms Vanderbilt, I do hope I’m not interrupting.”

“No…what can I help you with?” You already had the faintest idea, now realizing that the number looked familiar because it was one of the burners you tracked records for when you vetted Doug.

“You’re going to get Ms Dunbar to drop out of the nomination race.”

“I am?” You cocked a brow, “why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t want that picture going viral…and neither would she.”

Fucking prick.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. What I do on the campaign trail during my personal time doesn’t effect Ms Dunbar’s run for nomination.”

“So you’re telling me that isn’t Heather Dunbar buried between your legs.”

“No.” You blatantly lied, you couldn’t see her face in the picture, it was the best you could do to save her reputation, “I’m publicly out Mr. President, while the overt nature of where the picture was taken might take a hit at my reputation, I see no other underlying issues.” It was a fucking stretch. If he had that still, he probably had the whole video footage, her face may have been hidden in the shot, but the video would definitely confirm that it was her in the jacuzzi with you. It was the way he darkly chuckled that truly worried you.

“I thought you might say that.” He pulled a small tablet from inside his coat, flipping the screen to you, “I also have this. If Ms Dunbar thinks she can go after Claire with that journal, then I’m leaking the tape.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what was in front of you, the screen was crystal clear this time, your hand darting out to hit the pause button right before Heather let out a wanton moan. You had no idea how, but the hotel suite had been bugged, or a webcam had been hacked, either way, there was a very explicit sex tape involving you and Heather, and none other than Frank fucking Underwood had it.

“You do realize this is first degree extortion, right?” He simply smirked.

“Here.” He tossed a flash drive at you that you barely managed to catch, “I made sure to make you a copy. Now…why don’t you be a good little kitten and scamper off to tell Ms Dunbar she’s dropping out of the campaign?”

With that he was gone, and you felt like you were about to puke as you slammed the door shut. Not only was there a sex tape out there that Underwood had, but his wording meant that he had watched it and honestly, you weren’t sure which made you feel more violated. Not to mention you were absolutely fucked. If this had been any other encounter between you and Heather, there would’ve been a chance of brushing it off as a one time, alcohol fueled mistake that never happened again. But that night in Arizona had been different, it was softer, more intimate, and that…meant trouble.

Whatever was in that journal was clearly a pushing point for Frank, and if Heather had threatened him with it, it probably happened this week, Goddammit, she knew better. You’d told her at the beginning that you didn’t condone blackmail…though all things considered, that may be about to change. Grabbing your phone from the couch you hit her contact, typing out a text,

‘My office, nine am. No excuses.’

You downed your glass of wine and immediately poured a fresh one. So much for a relaxing night.

#heather dunbar #heather dunbar x reader #house of cards #brazen qualities

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