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strawbeerossi · 2 years ago

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Daydreaming || 1/3 ||

Part two || Part three

Pairing: Fem!reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When Jack makes a new friend at school, Aaron is happy to listen to all the stories his son shares about their days together. At another child's birthday party, Aaron gets to meet him as well as his mother.

Content Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff with a pinch of angst, Jack and Finn are happy to tell all of their parents' business, the two boys try to play matchmaker, reader is a widow, mention of parental death, mention of unspecified illness, mentions of guilt, smiley Aaron (!!!)

Word Count: 1.6K

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My first Aaron fic! Y'all let me know what you think! I'm considering making this a series depending on y'all's thoughts!

Aaron had heard enough about Jack’s new little friend Finn Y/L/N to write a book, it seemed. He liked dinosaurs, liked to read picture books, and he was great at making pretend food. The father loved hearing the tales his son would come home with from a busy day at school. It started with him talking about his day, giving his father all his graded papers for the day, and he had to read for twenty minutes for his reading log.

After that, he was more than happy to gush about his day with all his friends, Finn being the newest and most exciting. It seemed like they got along well, lord knows he got enough notes from Jack’s teacher about his talking and joking while he was supposed to be paying attention.

Aaron hadn’t met the little boy until Jack was playing with him on the school playground when he was coming to surprise him by picking him up early after a gruelling case.

The cases with children always made him hug his son a little tighter, so this wasn’t too out of left field. He could remember a little blonde boy hurrying behind Jack to the fence, the little boy already seeing his father from the parking lot that was next to the playground.

“That’s my daddy!” Jack gushed, the seven-year-old letting his small hand poke through the fence to point Aaron out. Finn looked like a cheerful kid, waving quickly at the black-haired man who couldn’t help but smile as he noticed his son’s excitement. “Hi, Jack’s daddy.” The blonde greeted, his hand opening and closing in the sweet form of a smaller child’s wave.

“My name is Finn.” He spoke confidently, a beaming smile on his face with dimples making their grand appearance. “Are you really a superhero? My mommy says that my daddy was one too!” He spoke, head tilting to the side.

Was.

Before he could answer, the boys�� teacher had already caught notice of the familiar father. “Hello, Mr. Hotchner!” She spoke, greeting the father. The older woman offered a content smile. “Nice to see you. Jack, buddy, go get your things. Finn, come play, honey. Your mom should be here soon.” She mused, watching the blonde wave at Aaron again before he was rushing off.

That afternoon, he was taking Jack to get ice cream while sitting across from him. “Hey, buddy..” Aaron began, now curiosity taking over him. “What does Finn’s dad do?” The words came out a little softer. Jack knew about death, being familiar after losing his own mother at such a young age.

“Well, he said that his daddy used to drive a firetruck.” Jack responded, dipping his spoon in his ice cream before putting it in his mouth. “But he got sick one day, and he died.” The bluntness of children was something to behold. “He was a little baby so he can’t remember.” He added soon after.

After the encounter with the older male, Finn was opening up to Jack more in school about his own father, telling him stories that he’d heard from his mother at some point.

Talking about the death of his father also prompted Jack to open up about his deceased mother as well. They spent a lot of time sharing stories from either their surviving parents, or even sneaking pictures to show one another on the playground.

As the days turned into weeks, it wasn’t long until the first child in their class was having a birthday party. Aaron made it a point to take the day off for that, mainly because his son was over the moon since Finn had already told him at school that he was going. Jack had dragged Aaron around the store for what felt like hours, the two looking at suitable gifts for the birthday girl and even a nice card that they signed.

Jack was holding the gift bag in his hand, proudly walking alongside his father up the driveway while his other hand was safely held by Aaron. “Come on, daddy.” He began, quickly hurrying to the front door, having to stand on the tips of his toes so he could ring the doorbell. The father behind the door looked cheerful enough, despite the house being full of children who were already excited enough, the sugar later going to make them bounce off the walls more.

As the party was moving to the backyard, it wasn’t long until quite a few parents were already talking amongst each other. Aaron felt strange, if he was honest. He couldn’t put his finger on why exactly. “Sorry we’re late.” There was a woman’s voice sounding through the other side of the fence, unlatching it before making her way inside with a smile, Finn by her side as he was quickly running to join the party.

The woman in question was captivating, a smile on her face as she was carrying a gift bag on one arm, leaning down to hug the birthday girl with the other. So she was a parent who was involved. Aaron wished that he could have the luxury of knowing everyone in the class, already being familiar with his son’s friends.

“Daddy!” The word pulled Aaron from his thoughts as he was turning to look at his son, a smile on his face. “What’s up, Jack?” He asked, now kneeling down to get on his son’s level. “That’s Finn’s mommy.” The child whispered, stating what Aaron had already pieced together. “We should go say hi.” He spoke, which Finn had already gotten his mother’s attention as his hand was tightly holding onto hers as he was happily tugging her behind him.

The minute that the two parents were finally brought face to face, both of their son’s looked more than satisfied. “Hi, you must be Mr. Hotchner. I’m Y/N, Finn’s mom. It’s very nice to meet you.” The woman offered a smile as she was holding her hand out for him to shake.

“He’s a superhero.” Jack spoke up, making the two parents laugh. “Is that so? Well, are you Spider-Man or Batman?” Y/N asked, a wide smile gracing her features while Aaron just couldn’t help but match that smile.

She was beautiful.

“She has a crush on Spider-Man.” Finn cut in, looking up at Aaron as if to signal for him to say that.

Were these two little shits trying to play matchmaker?

“Unfortunately, I’m only an agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Aaron responded with a chuckle, much to their sons’ dismay. “Oh, with the FBI.” Y/N recognized the name while offering a smile. “I write for the paper. I’ve written so many articles about your team and the good that you all do.” She confirmed, a smile on her face.

“I’ve spoken to Jennifer Jareau on several occasions as well when it comes to pushing out stories in order to help you all catch the local people you catch.”

She was surprised she didn’t recognize who he was, however it made sense considering she didn’t come face to face with the team too much, only speaking with the communications liaison when she was needed.

The two boys were facing one another before shrugging, slowly growing bored of the adult conversation before they were heading off to go play with their friends. “I’ve heard a lot about Jack. He’s such a sweet boy.” Y/N smiled. “I was worried about Finn starting at this new school. He was going to a smaller, more private institution last year but.. He just wasn’t happy there any longer and I know I’d hate to be stuck somewhere that I don’t like.”

Aaron smiled while nodding along with her words, giving her his full attention since their children were off playing. “Yeah, Jack was telling me about that. He told me something about a teacher there who wasn’t so nice.” Aaron added on to the conversation, making the mother nod. “You’ve got no idea. I don’t know why she bullied a six-year-old but.. Mama put an end to that fast.” Y/N shook her head as her hands were in her pockets.

“I don’t mean to come across as rude for putting my nose in things that aren’t my business,” Aaron spoke while he was looking at the woman in front of him. “But how do you do it? How do you make being a single parent look so easy?” He asked, making Y/N offer a small smile.

“I’ve been a single parent for a long time. To be honest with you, I used to feel selfish for getting pregnant even though I knew my husband at the time wasn’t going to survive what he was going through.” She admitted. “I make it look easy but I can promise, it never gets easier.” She said softly.

“I um.. I heard about your wife from Finn. I truly am sorry, even if it was a while ago. I know it’s hard losing the one person who you thought would be around much longer.” Her words were soft, a small smile on her face. “And I hope you know that you are doing a really good job. I know your life is busy and your career can be a headache but that little boy loves you. He looks at you like you’ve hung the moon.”

It was something he needed to hear, something that Aaron appreciated. They had a deep understanding of one another in that aspect, the knowledge that there is hope of moving forward after tragedy. It was a long road but they both handled it like pros.

“After the party, me and Finn were going to go get some lunch and have a little picnic in the park, if you and Jack want to join us. I think that he would be absolutely over the moon to invite you both.” Y/N spoke, which there was now a smile gracing Aaron’s features once more as he was looking back to his son.

“We’d love to.”

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phxntomsdusk · 1 year ago

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It’s paying off - Tutor!Will x GN!reader

summary: being tutored by your crush finally pays off!

warnings: none<3 (this sucks cause it was so rushed)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog (ask to be added)

word count: 683

Failing wasn’t fun. Especially when you need a tutor.

And that’s exactly where you are right now, getting extra help in the library after school for your classes. It sucked to say the least, but there was one plus side, your tutor was the smartest and possibly cutest guy in school. Will Gold.

You were happy your teacher recommended him to you, after all, you had been crushing on him for months at this point, but you never had the guts to talk to him. This finally gave you the chance!

You entered the library like always, making your way to your usual table and seeing Will. You instantly smiled, waving at him and blushing lightly as he waved back.

“Hey, good to see you.” He spoke softly as you sat down, gesturing for you to pull out the work you needed help with, to which you obeyed. “So, how was your day?” He began to pull out his things but kept glancing at you until you responded. “It was okay, hated lunch though, some kid threw Mac and cheese all over my table.”

He laughed lightly, opening up his laptop and grabbing your notebook, scanning over the notes you previously took. “Was it that Kyle guy? I heard he always does that stuff.” You nodded along, laughing along with him. “He does. This is the fifth time this year.” You rolled your eyes at the thought, trying your best not to stare at him.

The conversation quickly went from normal to school, he began asking questions about your lessons, which you had to answer without getting distracted by his smile.

For some reason there was a different tension in the air, he was acting different somehow. You didn’t know how or why, he just was.

The tutoring session came to an end after an hour as always, with Will helping you pack your things and walking you out to your car. But before you got inside he stopped you to ask a quick question.

“Hey, if you want we can continue back at my house. I live down the block so we could just drive there in your car.” He shrugged awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for your response.

You just got the opportunity to go to his house, the boy you had been obsessing over for months, who would let that go? “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He got into the passenger seat of your car with a smile, waiting for you until he began small talk again.

The ride was short of course, the two of you sat at his dining table and continued to work on your assignments. The entire time you caught him staring at you, not in his usual way though, it was a new and different look than the ones you grew used to. “Will, you staring.” You waved your hand in front of his face, watching him simply smile and nod. “I know.” He sighed lightly, looking away and chewing at his bottom lip.

“Would you wanna go on a date?” His words caught you off guard. He was asking you on a date? He simply continued to erase some of the pencil scribbled on his paper, waiting for you to answer still.

It took a few seconds, but of course you agreed. “Yeah, of course. I’d love to.” You watched as his smile widened, looking at you as his hand continued to erase the pencil on the paper. “Movies on Saturday?” He raised a brow, his voice hopeful.

“Yeah, that works. Also, you’re gonna rip the paper if you continue to erase.” You chuckled lightly as he quickly stopped, wiping away the indane amount of shavings into the trashcan nearby. “Sorry, sorry. I got distracted by how pretty you are.” He smiled shyly and put his pencil down, scratching the back of his neck.

“Let’s get back on track!” He smiled and picked up one of your pens, beginning to explain the concept of whatever subject you were on.

Maybe tutoring was better than you thought. It’s finally paying off.

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot angst #tutor!wilbur

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xstrawberryshiftsx · 6 months ago

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Titan Valor Academy dr pt3!

I switched to third person because it’s easier to write with <3

pt1/pt2

Her dorm room was massive, it came with a fridge, mini dining room and bathroom. There was a large window taking up half of one of the walls looking down on all of the campus.

When Dove lived in Sydney she shared a house with three of her older friends that lived in a small two bedroom apartment, Dove payed her quarter and she slept in the couch, it sounded bad and it was super illegal but she was comfortable and happy…until that swarm of agents broke in, kidnapped her and eventually shipped her off to TVA…fun

Knock.

knock.

Looks like Zipper was here.

Zipper showed them the way down to the dining hall, Dove soon realised that they both had a shared love for ‘the walking dead’ and ‘supernatural’ and chatted about it as they walked through the hall trying to find a seat.

“C’mon over here-that’s where all the year ones sit.” They pointed over to a long table full of a cluster of 16-17 year olds all wearing the TVA uniform. Before Dove could say anything, zipper shouted:

“Oi! Guys this is Dove, be nice!” The group of students turned to stare at Dove…who all of a sudden felt very uncomfortable.

“Listen I got to go see my girlfriend Ruby-so uh…have fun!”

And with that Zipper disappeared in a cloud of electricity and smoke.

“Uh-Hey, I’m @st4rshipr4nger, but just call me star”

finally, after what seemed like ages one of the teenagers spoke up, she was blonde and pale and sitting next to her was a dark haired boy with his arm around her.

After her a few others spoke up:

A quite but very sweet girl called @ningsols, followed after by a girl who looked almost exactly like a doll called @lilydreamss. Another few spoke up as well, someone named @sugaredlavenderhearts who had a bright long red hair and a slightly cold girl who Dove only found out was named @livingsecret when Zipper told them later that night.

Dinner was loud and chaotic, dove was seated next to a curly haired girl called @ottaorca, they mostly talked about how they both had water related powers, ottacora could water bend and Dove…dove was an evil mermaid apparently.

Just as dinner was wrapping up two tall teenage boys walked in, one wore glasses and had messy brown hair, he was carrying a satchel and was shorter than the other. The other one had dark black hair and for some reason wasn’t wearing the school uniform, they where arguing and the tallest one was holding what seemed to be a camera over the brunettes head.

“your sooo funny kenji-now give it back”

“what’s the fuss Parker? Take it yourself it’s not like I’m hiding it from you” Kenji smirked as he held the camera just a few inches away from the other boys head.

“Peter-it’s Peter unless you can’t hear me over all the hairspray you force your hair to consume everyday”

Kenji rolled his eyes and tossed peter the camera before running his hands through his hair and walking away to the table.

Peter let out a sigh of relief and put his camera away into his satchel and followed after.

“Don’t worry there friends” @ningsols said suddenly appearing from nowhere.

“they just like stirring the pot” @ottaorca added in shrugging before they both turned there attention back to their meal

ITS FINISHED FINALLY

sorry it took so long 😭

I tried to get as many of you guys in it as possible but some had to be left out and will (hopefully) be in the next one!

also sorry if I got your personality wrong! I was just trying to work best with what I got xx

@ottaorca

@kazanfamily

@st4rshipr4nger

@lilydreamss

@maddies-chronicles

@sugaredlavenderhearts

@ningsols

@zipperrants

@littlecoffeeadict

@livingsecret

@everythingismesworlds

#shifting blog #shifting #reality shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting community #shifting consciousness #shifting diary #shifting motivation #shifting script #shifting stories #shiftblr #shifters #permashifting #shifttok #shifter #shifting realities #desired reality

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 1: June I

{{ Chapter 2: July I }} Chapter Directory

I'm so excited to finally publish this jdkflsjd. I'll get this chapter up on AO3 later this weekend or on Monday since my parents are in town, so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to be on! If you're interested in getting tagged for updates, fill out this new form here: x :3

EDIT: this is now up on AO3 as well!

✧ pairing ➼ levi ackermann x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, fem!reader, eventual smut, ex was originally porco but i accidentally made him too much of a dick so i replaced his name with zack, no it is not a reference to zeke i'd rather puke, only adding tags/content warnings that are applicable to each chapter so people can skip around if need be!, will continue to add as more stuff comes up ✧ word count ➼ ~3.9k

College was difficult enough without having to worry about money, housing, and relationship issues. Unfortunately, you were not one of the few lucky students that could just get through those four years in isolation. In addition to worrying about school, you also had to deal with a last minute housing change after some recent bullshit regarding your now ex-boyfriend. Your dynamic had gotten to the point that you couldn’t afford to wait for another two months as leases began expiring and apartments would open up for prospective renters again. You’d rather live on the streets when compared to having to live with him for another day.

Given the fact that it was June and your only remaining family was out of the country, you were left with no choice but to desperately try to find a sublease that wasn’t ridiculously expensive. That, plus the fact that you didn’t have a car and would be forced to live near campus, meant that you were ready to rip your hair out by the time that you finally found a sublease.

You knew it was due to nothing other than pure luck when you found an apartment complex that was a ten-minute walk to campus, close to a bus stop, relatively cheap, and had a tenant that moved out the week prior.

Unfortunately, your luck ran out when you found that you'd have to take a 2-hour bus ride from your ex-boyfriend's house to your new apartment. It wasn't that far from the two destinations, but the bus routes looped around the town multiple times, making your commute much longer than if you had gone by car.

As a result, you found yourself leaning your head back against the glass window at the rear end of the bus.

This really is Zack's last "fuck you" to me, isn't it?

You anxiously tapped your foot against the floor as you pulled out your phone for the millionth time. The previous tenant that set up the sublease had given you the contact information for your new roommate to set up the exchange of keys along with getting everything set up regarding who's paying for what utilities and how rent would be split. You already knew this was going to be a pain in the ass to handle. What you weren't prepared for was the lack of a hasty response when you sent a text to the number that Miche had given you.

> [you (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work

You had sent that text message to your mysterious roommate roughly an hour ago when you had boarded your first bus back towards campus. You were now about half-way through your trip and had boarded your third bus, which was finally your last one before getting dropped off roughly a block away from your new apartment.

You shot a frown towards your phone. Your roommate had still not answered. Frustrated, you began typing again, in case the urgency in your first text was missed.

> [you (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

By the time you arrived, your roommate had still not answered. You had spent the entire two-hour ride anxiously bouncing your leg up and down, checking your phone every 5-10 minutes to see if you would ever get an answer.

You didn't.

When the bus driver finally announced your stop, you found yourself more anxious than you were relieved at finishing your annoyingly long bus ride. You stepped off the bus in a dejected manner, with your right hand holding onto your phone and your left hand holding onto your backpack strap that was a bit too tight on your shoulders. Your back ached from lugging it around all day. It was packed with the basic necessities that you would need to survive the week, with your ex-boyfriend, Zack, promising to drop off the rest of your stuff next week—although you knew that translated to "shit he didn't want". That's just how your dynamic was.

You unlocked your phone and typed in the address for your new apartment complex again, navigating your way through the fairly empty streets. It was a residential area and given the fact that it was near a college campus—and therefore primarily made up of university students—and it was in the middle of June, most of the tenants had gone home for the summer.

The new apartment complex wasn't bad. It certainly couldn't compare to a house, but it had an indoor lobby with mailboxes on one side and a recreation room on the other with some vending machines, and even a small kitchenette.

No wonder the rent was so expensive.

You stepped inside, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as you felt the cool air from the air conditioning unit wash over you. Although you were definitely still irritated, seeing the lobby and escaping the heat brought up your mood slightly.

Your resolve renewed, you began to climb up the stairs, trying to figure out the best way to greet your new roommate without being overly frustrated.

Maybe their phone was off. Maybe they took a nap and couldn't see the texts. Maybe you got the wrong number from Miche.

You thought of all the reasons as to why they wouldn't respond. You shook your head, knowing that you should just brush it under the rug. As long as your roommate was home to let you in and give you your keys, there shouldn't be any more issues—for now.

"Unit 217," you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the hallway, looking up at the door numbers.

Once you appeared in front of Unit 217, you frowned, noticing that the lights inside were off. That wasn't good news.

Maybe there's enough lighting from the windows that they don't need lights.

You gently knocked on the door.

There wasn't a sound—no movement, no noise, no talking, nothing.

You knocked again a bit harder.

Nothing.

You knocked again.

They're not home. Of course they're not home. What a wonderful start to this already shitty situation.

You rested your forehead against the door, tempted to smash your head against it out of frustration. Your eyes finally shot open when you heard a door open. You glanced over to the side and saw a tall blonde man with a beard and glasses walk out.

"Locked out?" he asked as you made eye contact.

"You could say that," you mumbled with a frown. "You wouldn't happen to know of anywhere within walking distance that has wi-fi?"

If you couldn't get ahold of your roommate, you might as well get some writing done until you can return later in the evening when your roommate has to be home.

"There's a café roughly a block down, if you were wanting to hang out there, although I'm not sure when Ackermann will be home. His schedule's been all over the place recently."

"Hmm," you muttered, indicating the lack of interest in learning about your roommate's backstory, although you now at least had a name.

Ackermann, huh? What a pretentious sounding last name.

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These damn undergrads...

Levi Ackermann currently stood behind the doorway that led from the breakroom and into the main seating area of the small, local café that he currently held a part-time position as a barista at.

He wasn't supposed to be here. He had purposefully given himself the week off so he could catch up on some lab work, yet he still found himself here. One of the new hires—a sophomore named Marlo—called out roughly 20 minutes ago when Levi was headed home from his immunology lab after spending the entire morning chatting with his mentor about whether he'd be able to graduate with his PhD on time.

To make things worse, since he was new, Marlo's shift meant that Levi was stuck working at the registers to take orders, which he easily considered the worst part of the job. If his shift just consisted of making the specialty brews that came his way, he'd be significantly less grumpy. That way, he could just tuck away in his corner and do the one aspect of the job that he enjoyed—making tea—instead of having to deal with the irritation that came with dealing with the undergrads that frequently visited.

"For fuck's sake," he whispered underneath his breath as he shut the door to his locker, ignoring his phone that kept on lighting up. He had it on silent for everyone except for the two people that mattered in his life—Farlan and Isabel—and they wouldn't contact him unless it was an emergency.

The fact that coming into this shift was one of the smaller annoyances in Levi's life simply poured more salt onto his wound. He wasn't even supposed to be working this much since it took away from his school time to do his research, but the graduate program's financial aid office fucked up his stipend and he was left to fend for himself. It was only for this month, so it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but then his housing situation got all fucked up.

He had been living with Miche for roughly a year and they had a decent partnership as roommates, until Miche left to live closer to the city after freshly finishing a Master's program. Miche had moved out about two weeks ago, telling him that his new roommate would be reaching out soon. Levi's stipend situation couldn't come at a worse time, as Miche moving out meant he had to cover this month's rent on his own unless his new roommate magically showed up within the next day and was willing to cover rent when they hadn't even really started living there yet.

After shooting a death glare at the front register for a few more minutes, he finally decided to step up to the counter, hoping that it was at least a slow day so he could get home and pretend the grievances in his life weren't as bothersome for a few hours.

His shift had just started, so he was more than a little annoyed when he already heard the door open. The semester had just ended, which roughly translated to all the undergrads leaving for summer break. Other than the few stragglers and the unfortunate PhD students that were forced to work through the summer, everyone should have gone home. He glanced up as he saw someone walk inside.

An immediate frown appeared on his face. He could immediately tell that they were an undergraduate student, and likely an oblivious one at that.

Levi watched as you stumbled in through the door, dragging in a backpack that was slightly too large and overpacked. You looked like you had been running around with no sense of direction or purpose. You were all disheveled, as shown by how chaotic your hair looked and through how much you struggled stepping away from the door frame and towards the coffee bar.

He felt his eyes begin to roll before seeing you approach him.

Taking over Marlo's shift means I'm working the registers and have to talk with the undergrads. What a pain in the ass.

He stared at you with a neutral expression on his face as you plopped down at the coffee bar in front of him.

"Can I get you something?" he finally said, in a tone that indicated that customer service was not one of his skills in this profession.

You looked past him at the menu that was hung up behind him. Although you had passed this café a bunch whenever you found the time to travel off-campus and explore the town that surrounded the outskirts of Paradis University, this was the first time you actually found yourself in Chosahei Café. You squinted at the menu, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion at some of the options.

"Why are the specialty coffee drinks unavailable?"

"Ah?" mumbled Levi before turning around to glance at where you were looking. "The barista that specializes in those stepped out. I can get you one of the standard ones or I can get you one of the specialty teas."

You blinked at him for a few seconds as if you were struggling to process what he was saying.

"You're a barista and you can't make coffee?"

"Tch," he muttered, already beyond irritated as he frowned at you. He knew that he was likely biased against your presence and simply lumped you in with the rest of the undergrads that constantly drove him up the wall with their obsession with cheap iced lattes that he couldn't be bothered to care about making. "Did you not hear what I just said? I can get you a standard one or—if you were really wanting one of the house specialty drinks—one of the teas."

"You must get top remarks for your customer service skills," you said with a monotonous tone.

Levi placed his hands on the counter, leaning against it as he stared at you.

"This isn't some retail café like Starbucks—which is down the street, by the way," he said, pointing towards the door as a gesture to indicate that you could leave if you weren't satisfied. "The house drinks were all created by the employees and the barista that made the specialty coffees stepped out. Now are you going to order or not? I have other customers to attend to."

His eyes raised off of you and towards the back of the café, where a line of about 3-4 people gathered as they impatiently waited for you to order.

"Hmph," you said, letting out an irritated exhale. "Get me a matcha."

Levi raised an eyebrow at you.

"Out of all the specialty ones here, you go with something as basic as that?"

You were beyond confused over why this random barista in a small, local café was giving you this much grief.

"Oh what the hell? Just get me the damned matcha, you asshole," you snapped at him as you tossed your card towards him.

He quickly grabbed your card and put in the order with an unamused look on his face.

You kept your gaze on him as he begrudgingly prepared your drink. After about a minute, you glanced towards the door that opened as a tall gentleman that also wore the barista apron stepped inside. He was average height, but seemed much taller, likely due to the fact that the barista in front of you that decided to chastise you for ordering a matcha barely rose above you in terms of height—and you were not a tall person.

The new barista went behind the counter and started taking the other customers that had gathered behind you, removing the "unavailable" sign that covered up the specialty coffees. You frowned as he smoothly chatted with the customers, with your expression quickly turning into a scowl as you saw him remove the sign.

"I'm guessing he's the barista that actually knows how to make coffee?" you said, shooting another unamused look towards Levi as he walked back with your cup of matcha.

You heard a quiet grunt from the grumpy barista you had the misfortune of being served by and you sighed as you picked up the cup and took a sip of the matcha that he reluctantly made you.

You paused, a little taken aback by the taste.

It was pretty damn good—much better than any you've ever gotten at Starbucks, anyhow.

"Onyankopon brought over some specialty recipes that he apparently grew up making over at Marley," Levi grumbled to you. "That is why I couldn't make the specialty coffees."

After he said that, he subtly scowled at himself. Why he was even explaining himself to you was beyond him. You were just some random undergrad that stopped by and said annoying undergrad things. He had literally no reason to explain himself or justify his actions.

"So what brought you in? You're undergrad, right?" Levi asked, prompting you to look up at him. "Didn't classes just end? Most of you are back at your parents by now."

You sighed and pursed your lips, with a dark look entering your eyes. Levi was able to tell that you were biting your tongue on some information that was relevant, but that you didn't feel like divulging.

"Yes," you finally said. "I had some shit come up and had to move last minute, so I'm stuck on campus for now."

You took another sip of your matcha as a frown grew on your face.

"But at this point, I'm pretty sure it was a fucking mistake."

"Oh?" Levi asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I had to take a two-hour bus ride here since my asshole of an ex just happened to be busy on the day I need his car, but as luck would have it, my roommate also happens to be out, so I can't even get my damn keys from them, hence why I'm here getting chastised by you because I ordered a damned matcha instead of being in my new apartment and getting settled in."

You looked up at Levi upon hearing his silence.

"How unfortunate," he finally responded in an uninterested tone.

You rolled your eyes at his response.

"God, talking to you is a pain in the ass," you spat before quickly finishing the rest of the matcha and throwing a spare dollar onto the counter as a tip before getting up.

You paused before walking away, turning slightly towards the grumpy barista.

"You should probably consider the fact that people don't order your teas because they don't want to order from you."

"Ah?" Levi muttered as he took the dollar off the counter.

"People generally don't like interacting with someone that acts like a dick right off the bat."

~~~~~

Levi frowned to himself as he kicked off his shoes upon walking in the front door, placing them neatly upside down on the shoe rack next to the door. He sighed as he flipped on the light switch to his empty apartment. He didn't particularly mind living on his own, but Miche was a good roommate and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little on edge over who his new roommate was going to be.

He walked over to his bedroom, pushing the door open as he lifted his barista apron over his head to put away for the night. Seeing the apron reminded him of the café, and in particular, the conversation he had with a certain undergraduate student that he was forced to serve and insulted him right before they left.

Tch, he thought as he recalled the comment you made.

I'm not a dick. What the fuck.

He shut his closet after he put the apron away, his mood soured by the recollection of your conversation, although he wasn't in a great mood to begin with in the first place. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that he had a few hours before he was supposed to "go to bed". Being a notorious insomniac, "going to bed" basically meant laying down and staring at the ceiling for a few hours. He rarely ever got to actually sleep, but the few minutes he can occasionally catch were enough to keep him going.

He walked over to his desk, turning the switch on his small desk lamp and pulling out a folder from his backpack that was hung up against the side of his desk. He pulled out a stack of paper and neatly placed them at the center of his desk. He took a seat in his chair and flipped through the packets, frowning at the sheer number he had yet to go through. His original plan for the day was to get home and read through some of these papers that Erwin had assigned him to read before he went back to lab on Monday—it was currently a Friday. He knew Erwin had high expectations for him. Erwin would even occasionally say that Levi was the best student he's ever had, which made Levi immediately want to shrivel up in discomfort.

He glanced up from the papers in his hand. His room was "empty". Miche had commonly made fun of him and said that Levi always made his space look like no one actually lived there. The top of his desk was always empty, his bed was always made, and not a single article of clothing was in plain sight. Levi Ackermann was just that type of person. It heavily contributed to why he was so on edge over who his new roommate would be and if they would even be compatible in terms of living style.

He turned on his phone to check the time, having ignored it for the entire latter half of the day.

7:30pm. That meant he had time to get at least a few papers reviewed.

He frowned as he looked through his notifications and saw an unknown number appear. The texts were from this afternoon, so he knew it was long past an appropriate time to respond.

> [unknown number (12:35pm)]: hey, miche said you'd be free this afternoon so i can get your keys? does 3:00 work > [unknown number (1:45pm)]: im on the bus ride over. i don't have a car, so would we be able to handle this so i'm not stranded outside?

He sighed as he locked his phone and placed it onto his desk. It was just his luck that he went into a last-minute shift right as his new roommate contacted him. He knew that this new roommate was going to be irate with him since it's been around 6 hours since they sent that text. This just added more things onto Levi's plate that he really didn't need right now.

Before he could move to pick up his phone to shoot a reply at this unknown number, he heard not-so-gentle knocking on the door. Knowing that this was likely his new roommate that he had unintentionally ignored all day, he internally groaned to himself before forcing himself out of his chair.

He heard another knock as he made his way from his bedroom to the front door, bracing himself as he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

A frown appeared on his face as he looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

"What the hell?" he muttered as he saw an equally confused expression appear on your face.

That annoying undergrad from this afternoon?

"Did you follow me home?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. The last person you had expected to be greeted with was the grumpy barista that you had the misfortune of interacting with earlier in the day.

"Did you?" you retorted.

Levi scoffed.

"How the hell would I have followed you home if I was here first?"

He cursed to himself as he recalled the monologue you gave him earlier on in the day.

You had said that you had to suffer on a bus ride and couldn't get in contact with your new roommate to get keys to the unit. Now that you were standing in front of the door to his apartment, his frown only grew.

Your eyes widened as you finally put together the pieces.

"Wait," you asked, shaking your head slightly. "Are you-?"

"I guess so," Levi responded with an unamused sigh.

"Fuck."

#: @levisbrat25 @gothgril69 @sckerman @berrijam @notgoodforlife @meowjaa @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog @bejewelledd @hhighkey @ayame236 @sad-darksoul @velouria17

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year ago

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hiii, I'm so appreciative of what you do lol! I suck at finding good fics, do you have any ice skater/hockey player sterek? I'm not really very caring on how mature its going to be, I just wondered if there's any out there, thanks again! <3

I sure do!

Don't let go of me by PumpkinkQueen

(1/1 I 845 I Teen)

Christmas should be a merry time to celebrate love and affection. Unless you beloved boyfriend is an asshole. Then you do all the celebration just the same but you may get your ego and your butt bruised along the way.

First Date Skate by 4lw4ys_a_fri3nd_n3v3r_a_l0v3r

(1/1 I 2,440 I General)

“Ijustreallywantedtokissyourightthen,” Stiles muttered under his breath in a rush. Had Derek not been a werewolf, he would never have heard it and he certainly wouldn’t have been able to understand what had just been said.

Derek Hale and the Ice by Argabarg

(1/1 I 2,466 I Mature)

Derek reflects on what it would mean to be the first openly gay NHL player... Is it worth it to finally be with Stiles the way he desperately wants to?

Holding You Up by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 4,539 I General)

“This place isn’t going to last long if it doesn’t take care of its skates,” Derek said before he could help himself.

“What?” Stiles blinked at him, then looked down. He laughed. “Oh, no. These are mine.”

What?

“What?” Derek said, repeating his thought aloud.

“The skates,” Stiles clarified, motioning them, as if Derek didn’t understand.

Oh, he understood perfectly, thank you very much. Why did Stiles own skates? Why did Stiles own skates?!

His day was about to get worse, wasn’t it?

“I used to play ice hockey when I was younger. Scott and I switched to Lacrosse in high school, but I’ve always liked skating, so I got myself some skates when I was fifteen or sixteen. They’re a little tight, but they still fit well enough. Figured there was no point in paying to rent skates when I have my own.”

Derek was right. His day just got worse.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 5,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles's idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Sterek on Ice by viennalemon

(6/? I 17,135 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinski is one of the stars of his NHL team, the Cyclones, but management isn't happy with how he is conducting himself off the ice. It becomes the Cyclone's PR manager Derek Hale's problem and now Stiles' behavior has to improve or they'll both be out of a job. This is a mashup of a Sterek AU and also fanfiction for Shameless Puckboys (Puckboys book 3) by Saxon James and Eden Finley. This is a work in progress so tags will be added as chapters are added.

Take The Ice by Hopeless ships (The_Danish_Biscuit)

(7/7 I 50,228 I Mature)

To Derek Hale hockey was everything. It was the only reason he even tolerated High School and if given a choice the only thing he would be doing for the rest of his life. Some called him driven others called him fanatic.

Derek called himself determined.

Only one day a random meeting with a strangely fascinating young ice skater turns Derek's life upside down. A odd friendship blooms between them and Derek slowly comes to realise that his life isn't quite as simple as he thought. There might be more to life than ice hockey.

Sink My Teeth Into You by groffiction

(26/? I 77,191 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is one of the sexiest Alpha’s to be in the Werewolf Olympics, held every four years. Unfortunately after this last Olympics, getting only the silver medal, his partner bails on him. In need of a partner, and being a total stubborn Sourwolf about the whole prospect, his coach and uncle, Peter Hale decides to go in search of one by himself. He finds Stiles Stilinski, an Omega who just so happens to work as a Stripper at one of the best gay bars around town and gives the boy an offer he can’t refuse. Peter figures that the mouthy exotic dancer would be good for his nephew. However, what he didn’t intend were for both of the wolves to not only start hating eachother, but to also have enough sexual tension in their ire to melt the whole planet’s ice rinks.

Two Minutes for Holding by captaintinymite (augopher)

(18/18 I 121,498 I Explicit)

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They'd been together for two years now, and for two years they'd been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek's fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family's rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father's career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life's great hardships.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hockeyplayer!derek

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chibi-celesti · 5 months ago

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EXEC_ZENVA=RYUSSE >> FLEUR_CITY: Wassa Masquerade ag cremia LYAarhou_Siance(Let's go to the Glorious Masquerade!) (pt. 1)

Pt. 2 Pt.3

Summary: The Tales of the Glorious Masquerade with a Twst. Tone. spice added to it! Meryu, after Grim’s moaning and groaning withered away at Crowley’s resolve, can now travel to other cities with her friends for the First Ever Arcane School Trip. This trip will take her to a beautiful city where the prestigious Noble Bell College resides: Fleur City, aka the City of Flowers. And her group’s chance encounter with the well known Student Council President Rollo Flamme will change the outcome of the entire school trip.

A fic paying tribute to the Glorious Masquerade. I was thinking of doing a lot of the events from TW within Twst Tone, but for now I will start small with my personal favorite event of the Game. Some things that happen here aren't tied to TT’s Canon! (Side note: I altered Meryu's Reyvateil placement for this story, but don't worry. This too isn't tied too much to TT's canon either! In addition, this Event takes place post Book 06!)

~Twisted Tonelico~

Part one: Start Up(Preparations)

~???~

A lone boy sat alone in his council room, gazing directly at the fire. This boy was of 17 years of age, his emerald eyes that looked fatigue stared off at the dancing embers, his hands linked together as he appeared lost in thought. He looked down at the documents on his desk; each one containing information regarding his ‘visitors’ coming to his domain for a special arcane trip. “Soon…the day of retribution will be upon them soon,” A shady grin formed on his lips. “I will see to it that you fall, Malleus Draconia!”

His eyes then focus onto one face within the pile of Night Raven students, rereading the name and memorizing down to the finest details of her face. A magicless prefect from another world: Meryu Ptrapica Melenas. He picked up her file with care, caressing her photo with fondness of a protector.

“Fear not, my dear. For I will save you from those wretched demons!”

~Night Raven: RTG~

“The First Ever Arcane School Trip?”

“Yes./ You betcha!”

Dr. Marmalade leaned back into their work chair. “Interesting. What do you think, kiddo?”

Meryu is unsure of what to think. Ever since Crowley made an announcement about this Trip offered by another school beyond the borders of Sage’s Island, everyone didn’t really care for it at first until he selected 11 lucky(or unlucky in Idia’s case) students to represent Night Raven College. Sadly, both she and Grim didn’t make the cut because their names were not chosen. Something she didn’t mind, but Grim on the other hand couldn’t stand it. He rather they go out and see what the world had to offer since he they were always cooped up on the island.

Well, except for that one incident, but we don’t talk about that. Anyway-

The feline pestered the Headmage so much, the birdman fae conceited to allow the both of them to, with a catch: While also representing the school with her classmates, she is forbidden from revealing her Reyvateil status to ANYONE at Noble Bell College nor the people of Fleur City.

“I don’t mind it. But I do wish Mr. Crowley didn't have to lie about my status to Noble Bell.” Meryu lamented.

“Given the current condition of the World, it is a safer probability to ensure your safety.” Gamma told her.

Dr. Marmalade voiced their thoughts on the matter, though mostly agreeing with their assistant. “Birdy’s got a point. After the fiasco back home, the last thing I want is for my nephews’ folks to mess with you anymore than they already have.”

“That’s true…”

“That being said,” They continued on: “Those who are going, do they know to carry their back up toys for emergencies?”

“Deuce and Epel? Yes.”

“And Zigvolt?”

“Loud mouth still refusin’ your gift despite us telling him to take it!” Grim said, annoyed that once again Sebek is ignoring his call to service because of his odd sense of pride and servitude to Malleus Draconia. “Why did we even botha makin’ him his own back up weapon?!”

“He’s an honorary Guardian, Grim. That's why.” The Reyvateil told him. “But I do wonder how Midori-kun feels about this trip?” Meryu does feel bad that her Princely friend will not be able to go. She wonders if there is anything in the mythical city they’re going to has any flower seeds or other trinkets he might like.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the Tin Man himself. “Meryu Melenas. Before you depart, there is one form of maintenance we must perform.”

“Hmm? What dya mean, Gamma-sensei?” Grim asked the former Charon.

“He’s saying that we should make sure she can survive the trip. She’ll be far away from the Dark Mirror, so we need to be prepared for when the time comes.”

“Prepare Minion with what exactly?”

“We need to craft her a [Ryusse] Song, followed by a Flip Flop conversation to whatever can act as an SH_Server in this City of Flowers.”

This confused Meryu a bit. “But I thought the Headmage would help us with that…”

That earned an eye roll from their mentor/ Counselor. “Even if he says that now, nine out of ten it'll be us doing the dirty work.” They moved to pat both Meryu and Grim on the head before heading to the Grathmelding workstation. “Come on. Let's see what we can Meld together while the boys are busy.”

“Hai!/ Gotcha, boss!” The Ramshackle duo ran to the nearest cabinet and started gathering everything they needed to produce the [Ryusse] song.

Grim began loading some ingredients to the cauldron when his friend brought another important question to discuss. “Should we also make some Tranquility Crystals, too, Dr. Marmalade?”

“I don’t see why not, but we have plenty in stock for you and the others here, too.”

“Like you said, you can never be too careful! I’ll make sure to give some to Deuce and Epel just in case! Maybe I should give them to Mr. Zigvolt as well…”

“Knowing him, he’ll throw them out and claim you’re weak for needing them and your Life Extending Agents!”

“Who said what now?”

The group turned to see the first year Guardians in question arrive in the RTG. “Hey, boys!” The girl greeted. “Grim was just talking about Sebek’s denial as a Reyvateil Knight.”

Ace laughed at the allegation, knowing that would be something the Diasomnian student would say. “Not surprised. It’s been, what, 8 weeks since he joined us.”

“He could be nervous about this new position he was given.”

“That’s possible,” Deuce mentioned. “I know for me, Ace, and Epel it was a surprise from you and the Headmage, Doctor.”

“Still, better now than never. That’s how I see it anyway.”

“Oh we know,” Jack quipped. “By the way, what are you all making today?”

“Tranquility crystals.” Grim answered him. “Meryu wanted to have more while we party at Fleur City!”

A record scratch could be heard as the Guardians were trying to process what the dire beast said. “...Come again?”

“Grim bullied Crowley into letting us go…”

…

“WHAT?!/ No fair!” Jack and Ace cried.

“Calm down, guys! I’m still as shocked as you are!”

“Lies! I bet you’re secretly hyped about going on this trip!” Ace said angrily. “You probably helped set up Crowley with Grim from the beginning! OW!”

Gamma whacked the boy on the head with his fan. “INCORRECTION! Grim was the only perpetrator responsible! I have the tapes to prove it.”

Epel giggled, muttering a ‘Serves you right’ behind his hand. Deuce, on the other hand, tried to reason with him. “Let it go, Ace. Besides, you won’t have to put up with Houswarden Riddle for the next few days.”

“I would if it weren’t for Trey and Carter-senpai still enforcing the rules while he’s gone.”

Meryu turned to Jack after making sure she added a sprinkle of Minnow fins into the cauldron. “What about you, Mr. Jack? Do you have to do Mr. Ruggie’s chores while he’s away?”

“Yes, but nothing too major. I can handle it no problem!” He pumped his fist, ready to take on any challenge.

“That’s a relief.”

“Final Reminder for all: Keep your Symphonic Gear on hand for Emergencies!”

Gamma’s announcement spooked two of the boys going to Noble Bell. “Our Symphonic Gear?! But what if we-!”

“Relax, you won’t,” The teacher assured them. “Remember, we specialized them to be as less noticeable as possible. They won’t bat an eye at their appearances, so you and Deuce will be fine, Felmier.”

“R-right…” Epel still felt new to this whole Guardian thing. He doesn’t mind it at all since he can prove himself to be strong, even if it’s not as physically buffed as say Deuce and Jack. But his nimble nature and ‘Lovely Charms’ have gotten better thanks to Vil and Marmalade’s teachings.

That said, he also noticed something off about the supplies being used in the Lab. “Um, Doctor. This is way more than the normal amount needed to make Tranquility Crystals.”

The rest caught on quickly when they saw what the Pomefiore first year pointed out. “Yeah, you’re right. Hey, Doc. What’s the deal?”

“One word. [Ryusse].”

“[Ryusse]? !!!” The boys picked up on the word quickly. “What do you mean by that?!”

“We’re working on a [Ryusse] Song. In case Crowley doesn’t keep his end to help us out!”

“What for?”

In a serious tone, their friend gave them all a straightforward answer. “So I can request for whatever resides in this Fleur City to be my [Ar Tonelico], and ensure I make it there safely.”

Meryu’s answer threw them for a loop, until some of them recalled how complicated things were when she strayed away from the Dark Mirror for too long. “That makes sense…” Jack admitted. Last thing anyone wants is to remember that fiasco again. “When do you guys think it’ll be done by?”

“Estimation is three days before their departure.”

“Who calls dibs on Downloading it?”

“Trappola…” The Doc warned.

“What~ I’m just asking. That way we know who’s responsible, that’s all.”

“Hmmm,” He wasn’t wrong. And they know she hasn’t planned that far ahead yet. “We’ll discuss it the day of the Download.” They chuckled at how Ace deflated at their response. Granted it seemed that all of them were bummed about not knowing who’ll perform it. “Don’t be so glum, kids. Be happy she’s going at all, AND that she is in good hands with you and the others.”

“Hai, Doctor.”

To lighten up the mood again, their Charon assistant asked a simple question: “Anyone hungry for Potato Donuts?”

“ME! ME!!” Was the general consensus.

~Nighttime, Ramshackle Dorm: Meryu’s Room~

Once they produced enough Tranquility Crystals, packaged some Life Extending Agents, and workshopped some ingredients to add on to the [Ryusse] Hymn Crystal, Meryu, Grim and the rest of the First Years retired for the night. Evening with the names of the people chosen, more still needed to be done from taking whatever simple clothes and garments they needed on hand. For the Housewardens going, they made sure that their Right hand commanders were given any and all information and to record anyone who may have broken a rule(Riddle), to manage the dorms nicely and uniformly without anything catching fire(Jamil). Meryu and Grim were lucky it was only them, with the one rule she asked from Alphonse, Benedict and Connor being that they keep the place nice and clean until they come back.

Speaking of said Reyvateil, the nervous jitters kept her awake, nearing into the Midnight hour. I can’t believe I’m actually going to another place this month! And to this Fleur City! Oh, I can’t wait to share this with Lady Frelia and Shun! Thinking of them suddenly caused a wave of heartache to bloom. If only there was a way to show them beyond simple photos…

Slowly, she rose from her bed and headed towards her bedroom window, peeking up at the Ethereal Full Moon in the sky. She began humming her lullaby again to herself, until she spotted the green glow of fireflies outside. He’s here?! Meryu pressed her face into the glass, and lo and behold, her prince was outside Ramshackle!

With a rush of joy, she left her room(making sure not to disturb Grim in the process) and outside into the cool Autumn air. “Midori-kun!”

“Meryu,” Malleus greeted her as she ran and hugged him fiercely. He laughed while hugging her back before letting her go to hold her hands in his. “You seem excited, my dear.”

“I am! I haven’t seen you all day, and I was worried because-” She paused before asking: “You heard of the Headmage’s announcement, right?”

“I have from Lilia. Something about an Official Arcane School Trip,” She nodded at his answer. “To be honest, I wish I was there when the Headmage had spoken about it.”

“He still hasn’t worked on that…” They both jokingly question how the ‘wise and generous’ Mage still kept forgetting to inform the Prince of such occasions. It’s a miracle he hasn't become roasted crow yet. Shaking away such musings, Meryu went back on topic. “Anyway, I was hoping to see you to ask you a few things.”

“Things?”

“You see, Grim pestered Crowley into letting us go as representatives with the others.”

Malleus’s eye widened. “He has?” She happily nodded, oblivious to the shadow of a smirk that disappeared faster than it appeared. “Interesting. Are you excited, Inferiare?”

She blushed at the nickname. “Yes. This will be my first time proper, so…”

“I know,” He leaned in to whisper this to her. “To tell you the truth, I never told anyone this, not even Lilia, but I, too, was nervous to leave my home to come here.”

“Really?!” A simple nod was given. “You never came as someone who gets anxious.”

“You would be surprised. As Prince, I must refrain from expressing too much of my emotions less I make my people worry. However, what I say is the truth.”

She looked down at their hands, lamenting about her friend unable to travel with her. “I wish you could go. This city sounds beautiful…And I think you would adore the sights and sounds,” She felt him pat her head gently before tilting her face towards him. His eyes glimmering like the stars above.

“Fear not, Melenas. I’m sure Fate will allow us to journey together someday.” And those words alone were enough to ease some of her sadness and worries.

~Morning, Night Raven: Headmage Office~

“Splendid news everyone!” Crowley cheered, facing his group of tired first years. Well, all except for Sebek, who seemed more energized than tired. And Ortho, who isn’t usually tired given his state of being.

Once more the Headmage had called upon his “High Achieving” Students, aka those in the know of the RTG and the two Teachers overseeing the project. He claimed that he had something of importance he wanted to share with them. Super early in the morning. Before regular classes begin, and three days before they were to leave. Oh what fun…

Grim yawned before he asked the same question that was on most of their minds. “What news?”

“I have located the perfect source of an SH_Server!” The neurons in everyone’s minds shot them wide awake right away.

“Seriously?!/Really?!/ That’s Amazing, Sir!!”

Gamma turned to face his creator. “How do you prefer your socks, Marmalade? Fried, or marinated?”

“Not now, idiot!” They told him through gritted teeth.

Crowley was confused about the context. “I beg your pardon?”

“Doc said they’d eat their own socks if you didn’t keep your end of the deal,” Epel told him.

“Ah! Well, I told you I would aid everyone in this endeavor, didn’t I?” The damn fool was gonna enjoy his ego high after this.

“You did, after Grim violated your eardrums for hours.”

“I digress!” Crowley shouted. “Where was I? Oh yes. I have located somewhere in Fleur City that appears to have the same potential as the Dark Mirror to be an [Ar Tonelico] for Ms. Melenas. Tracking down its address was no easy task given the circumstances, but I managed to do so with due diligence!”

Most of them doubted it, but they didn’t dare voice it aloud again. Sebek, however, wanted this meeting to finish swiftly. “What is this new [Ar Tonelico] which you speak of?”

“The Bell of Salvation.”

“Huh?”

“Bell of Salvation?”

“That is a history lesson I do not have enough time to discuss at the moment, but yes,” He leaned onto his hands on his desk. “This is the temporary Song Server for you, Ms. Melenas.”

“I see…”

“And as far your project has come along, have you all completed this newer Hymn Crystal?”

“Yes sir! We finished purifying it yesterday!” Deuce said.

“Splendid. I take it this also means we can install post haste, no?”

“We can. But these idiots keep bickering over who should do it for the umpteenth time despite Melenas having the final say more than them.” Marmalade jested. “Who knew getting to chant in Hymmnos would get all their attention to focus in class.”

Crowley looked at the boys in disappointment, shaking his head at the information he was given. “You all must decide on who does it by the end of the day, or I’ll do it myself.”

“Mr. Crowley. About that…”

“Hmm?”

“I was wondering…” Meryu twiddled her hands before making her request. “If I could decide on who I would like to do this?”

“I see. Will you have your answer by day’s end?”

“Actually,” She clenched her hands together to disguise her nervousness. “I know who I want to do this with.”

~After school, Night Raven: The ‘Singing Hill’~

The group all gathered at the school’s ‘Singing Hills’ as they promised, waiting to perform the next steps needed for the safe travel ahead.

Before Meryu stood Malleus, whom she had given the Hymn Crystal [Ryusse] after she requested him to meet her after lunch. He was ecstatic to hear that she wanted him to help her with this task. As if he couldn’t feel more jubilated about the fact he was cordially invited to go as well, now his Beloved Siren is asking this of him. He felt like he could die happy to have so many good things come his way.

Despite Sebek’s protests about him going through with this-combined with his insistence to do the procedure instead-the Prince’s resolve was firm. And to do this here before they depart… he felt honored to help his Reyvateil even more.

“Are you ready, Meryu?”

“Whenever you are, Midori-kun!”

“Very well,” He moved the Hymn Crystal in front of himself and Meryu. The moment it began to glow, he started the incantation.

“Was yea ra rre crushue Hymmnos.” Rings of light in the form of Hymmnos glyphs began to take shape. This did not deter anyone, not a single soul.

He continued on. “ADDR:0x02:04:1938:1113:1940. MA zweie ra flip 1x01110000 MERYU_FEHU_EOLIA_ARTONELICO <=> ARTONELICO=DARKMIRROR_PHANTASIA.”

*Whoosh*

“Rana 1/1x10 enter > hyzik sphilar >> Meryu exec DRONE=RYUSSE.”

*Whoosh*

“Grandus harr zenva tes ADDR: 0x06:06:1996:0316:1831, [BEATA=MARIA] der zuieg GRANDEE=MALLEUS_DRACONIA.”

The final ring of light vanished indicating the end of the rite. “Are you well, Melenas-san?”

“Yes,” she told him, then looked towards everyone. “I’m ready for Fleur City, everyone.”

~EXEC_ZENVA=RYUSSE >> FLEUR_CITY; Tes Biron~

#twisted wonderland #twst #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico #twistedwonderland #malleus x reader #glorious masquerade #twst glomas #twst glorious masquerade

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yuncheoligans · 2 years ago

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~Beautiful Stranger~

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. Let me know if I missed anything.

taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme

~Masterlist~

~Series Masterlist~

a/n: Okay! I was originally going to make this a one-shot but I think I have too much storyline in my head to make it that way so Surprise! Series time! I'm really excited about this one so please let me know what you guys think, I'm having so much fun writing it already.

Also yes the Teaser is included at the beginning of the chapter, I added some stuff to it so I just put it in.

w/c: 4258

Chapter One: Handsome Stranger

The blaring sound of my morning alarm disturbs the dreams of a man sweeping me off my feet, his voice no longer sweet as honey but now Kick It by NCT 127. I guess I’m getting introduced to some New Thangs today So it was going to be that kind of day, no school but long hours at work as a gallery attendant but also archivist in training, the latter being an unpaid internship…of course. Yeah, long day. I got up, finally silencing my alarm and pulling myself out of my full sized bed, the only luxury I could afford on my own, to drag myself down the hallway to our shared bathroom and brush my teeth. Let’s hope I’m awake enough to remember not to drink Orange Juice again as I look for breakfast. Now how long until I have to catch my train? And if I miss it how long until the bus? It’s not a terrible walk but I need to eat. Maybe I can get to Uni from here. Why does London have to be so confusing!

I’m not originally from the UK but my parents moved back and forth for a variety of things while I was growing up so it’s like a second home. I came here for my graduate program in Art History and made a few friends…moved in with them and now there’s 5 people in an apartment made for 3. We all go to University College London and live off campus in the cheapest place we could find. I was fortunate enough to get a job and internship at The National Gallery here. I’m lucky and I can pay rent but that’s about it, I’m by no means well off and trust me I could use a few extra of any sort of money.

“You’re up early y/n” William, my flatmate’s boyfriend said passing by the open door.

“Work.” was all I mumbled as I head back to my room to pick out my outfit for the day. I stayed up writing this stupid research paper all night and what do I have to show for it…the not so designer bags under my eyes. Most days are filled with a plethora of alarms going off around the same time, lucky for my flatmates, I’m the only one with work today I guess. Alright, which combination of suit pants, blouse, and jacket am I going to wear today…All Black? All Black. I finished setting everything out before heading downstairs to eat just in case I got something on my shirt again. Last time I decided to make this beautiful breakfast sandwich with a runny egg and it broke onto the bright pink blouse I had picked for the day on the tube going to work, my boss was not happy about the spill. Did I cry, yeah…hey the saying is crying over spilt milk not spilt eggs.

“Oh hi y/n!” my other flatmate's girlfriend Emma cheerily said. “I’m just making Becks some breakfast do you want any?”

“Sure Ems…thanks.” I nodded. If I didn’t have to cook I wasn’t going to complain. Oh that’s the other thing you should know, I’m the only one single in this apartment anymore…or flat. Whatever you want to call it.

The two sleeping while their partners roam around are my best friends for 2 years, Becka (Rebecca) and Liz (Elizabeth), I only use their full names when I’m angry at them, there have been plenty of arguments in the small confinement of our apartment. There’s 2 bedrooms upstairs, one above the living room, one above the downstairs bedroom, the bathroom is in between the two and just up the set of stairs. Downstairs is the living room, and subsequent dining area. Kitchen is just through to the back and off to the right is bedroom number 3. Yes we all share one bathroom, no it’s not as fun as it sounds. I live in the room at the front of the place above the living room. I was going to take the downstairs room because I came home late and didn’t want to wake anyone until Liz and Will got together, when they started dating they went at it like rabbits. Becka offered to switch with me since she was barely home to begin with, she and Emma had just started dating so she was with her a lot, at school doing lengthy research papers, or at her internship at the hospital. Her internship slowed down so she had a lot of time to be home and spend time with the love of her life. They’re cute don’t get me wrong…just unfortunate to be the only one single here.

“Thanks again Ems.” I said cleaning the plate I used as I got up to finally get dressed. “It was really good, Becka is lucky to have you.”

“I certainly am.” said woman came into the room perking up at her partner. “Thank you again love.”

“I’ll be going before that breakfast makes a fast journey back up.” I laughed receiving a towel to the face. I put on the outfit I had picked out, touched up my hair so I didn’t look like I was coming out of bed, and set off for the day. Thankfully I didn’t miss my train so it was only 45 minutes to get to work. I know that sounds like a lot but it’s not so bad when you’re used to it. I get to listen to music and relax a little more before starting a long long day.

The opening of a museum is never exciting, there’s probably 10 maybe 15 guests in the first 3 hours of opening, not much to do, luckily the museum lets me work on my internship first on these long days so I’m not bored out of my mind by the time I’m done. I usually clock in around lunch time finally and sit or stand around for the rest of the day depending on what they want me to do that day.

“Y/n” you’re going to be in Room 43 today.” my boss Henry looked at me.

“Well at least I get to look at some of my favorites today.” I sighed, knowing I was going to be on my feet for the rest of the day was not something to invoke joy. Room 43 on Level 2 had our Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Seurat paintings, most notably Sunflowers by Van Gogh, Van Gogh’s Chair, and Motherhood by Picasso. One of my favorites was-

“A Vase of Flowers, Paul Gauguin,” said the smoothest voice I’ve ever heard. Like butter melting on bread.

“Yes, one of my favorites in the room.” I smiled before turning towards the man. My breath hitched, there before me stood a man about 6 foot 1, dressed in a suit that looks like I don’t know how to pronounce the designers name, oxford shoes, no tie,his nose had a slight point to it, a jawline that looked like it was sculpted by Michelangelo, full eyebrows, his eyes soft and warm, finally his black hair. He was perfect, absolutely stunning, I wanted to look at him more than the art around me.

“Can you tell me about it?” he smiled.

“Oh, yes absolutely.” Anything to talk to him. “Painted by Gauguin in 1896, painted with Oil Paints-”

“Ah so it needs something breathable to not ruin the paints?” he smiled. “When transported for cleaning?”

“Yes, since oils are very hard to fix if damaged and excess moisture can ruin them like the whole water and oil thing... So um anyways, Paul Gauguin painted 'A Vase of Flowers' when he arrived in Tahiti for his second stay in 1895. The vase is bursting with exotic flowers including hibiscus, white and yellow frangipani and white tiare. The flowers look as though they are past their best as some blossoms have fallen onto the table. This suggests that Gauguin was not interested in the horticultural detail but instead the decorative shapes and interweaving of colors of the display.”

“Very interesting.” his smile grew. “Sorry one of my friends is very interested in this piece but I never knew what it was painted with.”

“Excuse me ma’am.” an older woman called my attention. “I had a question about this piece.”

“Oh, well I’m glad I could help sir. I’m y/n.” I shook his hand. “Please let me know if you have more questions.I’ll um..be over there” I nodded, giving him time to look at the painting. A handsome stranger interested in learning about one of my favorite pieces…he’s probably married. I’m going to be alone forever.

“Thank you beautiful.” he flashed a smile my way.

The beautiful stranger hung around for quite some time staring at the piece, he even had a notebook where he wrote some notes and made a sketch of the painting. No I wasn’t staring at him…okay maybe I totally was but it’s not everyday you see someone that attractive in here, he was practically an art piece himself. No I wasn’t fantasizing about him taking me away in some fancy car with the engine revving going way to fast down the street to a fancy restaurant where the prices aren’t even on the menu and he tells me not to worry about it and to order what I like, he’d probably call me something cheesy like baby, honey, sweetheart, dear, starlight, honey bun….darling…his. NO! Oh my god you can’t fantasize about that stuff he asked you a question. You really are deprived.

Work was the same as ever after the man left, I was stuck making sure no one touched the art until the museum closed and then I got to go home after clocking out. Back to the happy couples…I put on my earbuds and walked to the station, after staring at someone all day I wasn’t really ready to be reminded I was single forever. Oh well, no choice…maybe I’ll stop and get food and just head up to my room so they won’t notice.

“Hey y/n!” a voice yelled in the tunnel. “Aww hey do you have your earbuds in?” he tapped my shoulder.

“I have mace!” I whipped around feeling someone tap me. Oh. “Wooyoung! Don’t scare me that way!” I hit him gently and took my earbuds out.

“Heading home?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just got off work.”

“I was hoping you were going to say a date,” he sighed.

“Can’t find one. I stare at paintings from the 1800s all day.” I chuckled and nudged him. “Let me know if you find Degas or Van Gogh walking around, I’m pretty sure I know more about them than myself at this point.”

“I’ll be sure to point them your way.” he smiled. “Not even one of your coworkers huh?”

“I went out for drinks a while ago with David but he was so boring, no spice you know. Plus he’s one of those water is too spicy guys.”

“Oh yeah, ew.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just always going to be single. I just want someone…who’s a little interesting you know?”

His eyes lit up, he had heard that sentence a few days ago from someone else, he knew what to do.

“Well maybe I have this friend?” he started.

“Oh god not matchmaker Woo again.” I rolled my eyes as we got on the train.

“Hey look I really thought you two would hit it off.”

“Woo he just wanted to make his ex jealous…and I ended up with a ruined dress and a large bill.”

“I apologized and paid you back for his meal. I’m sorry!”

“I know you did.”

“Okay but seriously, this guy is one of my best friends, he’s got some money, he’s actually single single, like hasn’t had a partner in years single, he likes art, he’s tall, he’s not a scumbag, and he’s interesting. I promise you’ll like him.” he pleaded.

“Woo I just-”

“Pleaseeee just one date and then if you don’t like him you can tell me to fuck off whenever you want, please please please!”

“Okay okay fine…one date. Just…one ok?” I sighed. I trust Wooyoung. I do. He's a good friend, great even…his matchmaking skills are just…hit or miss.

“You won’t regret it, and be sure to thank me at the wedding!” he got up at his stop.

“Woo there won’t-!” the doors closed… “be a wedding.” I groaned. Just what have I gotten myself into.

“Hey sour puss what’s with the face?” Liz asked as I came in.

“Ran into Wooyoung on the train.”

“Oh how’s he doing? Also what did he do, you’re not in a bad mood every time you see him” she smiled. “Will is in the bathroom.” I motioned to head up and stopped at her words

“He begged me to go on a blind date with someone he knows.”

“Oh god because that worked out so well last time.” she smiled.

“What did?” Becka came into the room.

“Woo set y/n up on a blind date…again.” Liz smiled.

“Oh god, you have my number I will come get you.” Becka chuckled.

“He promised it wouldn’t be as bad this time but I don’t know I’m still worried.” I rubbed my arm. “He did apologize for last time but still…that was so bad.”

“Do you know anything about this one?” Liz asked.

“Apparently he’s tall, very single, likes art, and has money?” I said remembering what Wooyoung told me on the train.

“Ooo tall handsome rich single man?” They both chuckled. “How does Wooyoung know someone like that?”

“Beats me honestly, but I said I would try…even though I regret it already.”

“And when is said date?” Becka asked.

“Dunno….he’ll probably text me about it later.” I sighed. “I mean I guess it couldn’t be too bad to try.”

“It’s probably worse to trust Woo than to go on the date.” Liz smiled and Will came down.

“Who’s got a date?” he asked.

“y/n” Liz said and made room on the couch for her boyfriend.

“Oh y/n has a date?” Emma sat next to Becka.

“I’m off to bed, it looks like a date night.” I waved.

No need to be reminded I’m still…very much single.

~~~~~~~~~

“Hyung Hyung Hyungie Hyung-ah Hyunghyunghyung” Wooyoung began annoying the older man at his desk.

“Yes Wooyoung?” Yunho looked up from his computer, blueprints and notes scattered around the desk. “Do you need another reference photo or something?”

“No no that’s fine, it’s all coming together.” Wooyoung brushed the man off. “I found you the perfect date!”

“Woo we’ve talked about this, I don’t date.” he sighed.

“No no listen really, she's perfect for you, she’s single and lives with two other couples so she’s practically begging to get out, she doesn’t ask a lot of questions, she knows a bunch about art and everything.”

“Wouldn’t that make it easier for us to get caught Wooyoung? She could tell fakes from the real ones?”

“Nah her eyesight is too bad for that unless she’s up close and personal. She could help us out with transporting them properly, you know, how to keep them undamaged. Plus she’s really pretty, you’d like her…oh and she’s funny, sarcastic, looks good on your arm at a party.”

“Why don’t you date her then?”

“Oh hyung don’t be silly, you’re the one getting old, you need to settle down, don’t you want to spend time with someone, you know spend some of that money on them, have someone besides us…help relieve some stress?”

“We’re the same age Wooyoung.” he closed his laptop.

“Oh no, my birthday is in November, yours just passed.”

The room got quiet.

“You’re not letting this go until I say yes are you?”

“Oh come on just one date! You’ll like her, I bet you’ll even get married come on! Please please please please please please please please please please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-”

“Okay!!...Okay fine, just one date, and we’re not-” Wooyoung left. “Getting married…”

Yunho couldn’t help but think of the beautiful stranger he met at the museum earlier, he caught her staring a few times but couldn’t bring himself to say more in case she got suspicious, but man did he want to, her smile was infectious, her clothing choices mimicked his own, she knew about the art he wanted…but he’s a criminal, no one would ever want to be with a criminal, it’s not that he can’t do the time he just wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it, although he certainly wouldn’t mind coming out to that beautiful face…if he ever got caught that is, he has no plans on making that a reality.

“One date.” he sighed to himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

I smoothed over the dress I chose for tonight, Wooyoung couldn’t wait to text me and tell me his friend said yes. Why did I bother saying yes this is…no let’s..let’s be hopeful, maybe he’ll be nice, and funny, and hopefully a little good-looking….please Wooyoung…don’t do this to me.

“You look gorgeous y/n!” Emma and Liz squealed, their partners on the couch.

“We definitely won’t be seeing you tonight.” Becka chuckled.

“Oh please I’m definitely not going to sleep with this guy, it’s the first date and it’s a Wooyoung blind date.” I rolled my eyes.

“I mean if he’s lucky we won’t see you tonight.” Liz laughed. “He’ll certainly only have his eyes on you this time.”

“One can hope” I groaned. “I better go, I don't want to show up late.” I grabbed my purse and a long black coat to keep warm. Of course there’s a hole in the pocket…I really need to get this fixed.

“It’s going to be warm out, just forget the coat and get it fixed later.” Liz called out. “Go go! You’ll be late.”

It feels weird to walk around the city in just a dress and heels, I feel a little exposed but it’s not any different from the other people I’ve seen I guess…I made my way to the station to go to the restaurant Wooyoung had picked out, he told me to dress fancy so I got the fanciest dress I could. Black and white, a little lace, elegant but not over the top, stops at the knee, a cute little black heel and my hair pulled up into one of those fancy buns. Hopefully I remembered my glasses this time in my bag.

When Jung Wooyoung says fancy restaurant he wasn’t kidding, I’m pretty sure an appetizer here costs my entire rent, there’s not even prices on the menu how am I supposed to afford-

“Miss y/n?” A voice called. Sounds….familiar?

“Yes?” I turned around and it was the guy from the museum. “Oh hello.” I blushed

“It’s nice to see you again, are you waiting for someone?”

“My um..my friend set me up on this..silly blind date.” I chuckled lightly.

“How funny me too.” he smiled. “I wouldn’t be rude to assume you know a Jung, Wooyoung?”

“That would be the one.” I nodded gently.

“Well how funny would it be if I told you the very person sent me here on a silly blind date as well?”

“Well I suppose that would be…quite nice actually.” I sighed. “Last time I let him talk me into this…it didn’t go well.”

“Ah I know the feeling. She went after her ex after spending 30 minutes with me.” he chuckled.

“Ironic, mine used me to get back with his ex.”

“Now isn’t that just something.” he offered his hand to me. “Shall we go in?”

“How gentlemanly.” I let out a chuckle.

“Oh I’m Yunho by the way, Jeong Yunho.”

“Oh a James Bond type I see. Last name first.” I chuckled. “Y/n L/n. Sorry I went the other way.”

“Oh god!” they both thought. “It’s you from the museum! What should I do?...stay calm, it’s just a date.”

I never thought I’d thank Wooyoung for setting me up on a date but, I might after this one…he’s so…he’s almost too perfect to be true, he’s interested in what I do, he’s charming, funny, he’s handsome…I..I almost feel like I’m dreaming. I’m pinching myself and not waking up so this has to be real, please be real. If this is a prank Wooyoung I’m never speaking to you again.

“I should warn you beautiful, I’m quite dangerous.” he chuckled

“Oh are you now? Maybe I should’ve brought a bat.”

Time felt forgotten, it passed by so fast but so slow. Before we knew it the restaurant was closing and asking us to leave.

“Oh don’t worry about the bill.” he waved his hand at me reaching for my wallet. “It’s on me tonight.”

“I couldn’t possibly let you-”

“I insist beautiful.” he smiled and handed the waiter his card….A Black Credit Card!??!?! Oh my god.

“Next time is on me.” I said my cheeks were heating up. “A-As long as it’s pizza.” I joked…not really.

“Pizza sounds perfect if you’re there.” he winked. Oh man he is dangerous. “Can I walk you home? Or perhaps drive you?” he beeped his car…his very expensive silver car. A Rolls Royce?

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “What do you do?” I laughed.

“Oh I just inherited a lot of money from my uncle.”

“Oh sure, do you sell organs on the black market?” I nudged him gently.

“Oh no way, blood freaks me out.” he laughed. “I invest.”

“Sure.” I smiled and got in the car.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Oh right.” I gave him my address and we were off. It was bittersweet driving with him, I really didn’t want it to end yet. If this was going to be my only date with Yunho then…I just wanted to feel special for a little while longer. “Um, would you mind if we made a short stop first? It’s just…a really nice night out and I don’t want to…with my roommates and all.”

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind staying out myself.” he smiled.

“There’s a park just up ahead.” I said bashfully. “We could just…walk around?”

“I like that idea.” he pulled over to the park and before I could even think about opening my door he had sprinted around the car to open it.

“Ever the gentleman.” I stepped out and he offered his arm.

We walked around the park for a little just continuing our conversations from earlier, he shared about his childhood days, some of the stuff he and his brother used to do, his friends and how he met Wooyoung. It was all great until a breeze swept through.

“Here.” he shrugged off his coat and pulled it around me. “Better?” he smiled and his touch on me lingered slightly.

“Better.” I whispered and looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Sure.” he cleared his throat and pulled back slightly.

It was close to 11pm when we finally decided we had been out long enough, I would hopefully not get hazed about the date and he would hopefully be able to go back to whatever he wanted. Even if it was just one date, it felt like a million and it just felt wonderful.

“Oh your coat.” I started taking it off as we pulled up to my little flat.

“Just give it to me next time Beautiful.” he smiled and put his hand up to stop me.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded.

I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek leaving a slight pink imprint there.

“Goodnight Yunho, thank you for the…probably most perfect night of my life listening to me talk about work.” I smiled and got out of the car. I’ll miss him.

“Goodnight Beautiful.” he smiled more to himself as he drove off when she walked in her front door.

Did I receive the interrogation of a lifetime? Yes absolutely.

Could I stop smiling? No..Not at all. He listened to me ramble about work and school and how overwhelming it is, he listened to me talk about different paints and how to preserve them and take care of them like it was the most interesting thing he ever heard. I almost hate him for how perfect he is.

“Jung Wooyoung, I'm going to kill you.” I said as he picked up the phone.

“What?! Why!? What happened!?” he sat up on the other line.

“How could you literally give me that after all the shit dates you’ve set me up on!”

“Was it bad? You guys have been out for hours!”

“No! It was amazing! I can’t believe you!” I groaned and flopped onto my bed. “He was…kind and sweet and charming and caring and…everything and I hate you for it.”

“...BECAUSE I WAS RIGHT???”

“BECAUSE YOU WERE RIGHT!” I sat up. “Why did you have to be right!?”

“Because I’m amazing, excuse you. You liked him.”

“Yes.”

“You liked him a lot?”

“Wooyoung I literally would drop everything right now to just listen to his laugh.” I sighed. “It's pathetic.”

“I’ll let you know what he says, I just heard the front door.”

“No Wooyoung please, it's fine. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I sighed. “I’ll have to give you his coat too.”

“He gave you his coat? Oh my god. See marriage.”

“Goodnight Woo.”

“I’m the matchmaker god after all.”

“Goodnight! Woo.” I hung up. I hate this.

I hate men.

`Next

#ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #yunho #yunho x y/n #yunho x reader #my writing #Beautiful Stranger #by me

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that-1-url · 11 months ago

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my thoughts on the pjo tv show (spoilers for episode 8) pt 2

6. speaking of VFX, why. They took the time to animate Grover's legs (something mostly unnecessary due to the fact that he wears jeans, fake feet and a hat to hide his goat-ness) in favor of other small things such as Ares' eyes, or Zeus' "flashy" exit from the throne room, or the throne room in general, or the size of the gods (something that could be done with practical effects). 7. Percy's ADHD. It just simply wasn't there. I don't have the authority to speak on the dyslexia side of things, but it felt like they replaced Percy's ADHD with some sort of hallucination-like thing that everyone around him gaslit him into thinking he had. It felt very odd and jarring at times, and while similar events happen in the books, all of the adults around him seemed very determined to like, hospitalize him or something. (This is no hate towards anyone who has visual hallucinations, it just felt like a very weird and slightly ableist (?) approach to the matter that really didn't do either ADHD nor hallucinations any real justice in terms of how it was) [i can't word this correctly i'm sorry] 8. The timeline. They had Grover throw Percy under the bus (for literally no reason) and then immediately whisk him off to montauk in the middle of the school year. (in the books it feels more natural because its at the end of the school term. which apparently it's the summer in the show? but the whole thing is really confusing). It was even more confusing when they show Sally returning because first he goes to montauk in his dream and then she's suddenly there when he wakes up and it begins at the end of the summer i guess?? Not to mention the whole weird portal thing with Luke. He didn't even mention his quest or why he felt personally betrayed by the gods. Just that he hated them because he hated feeling weak? Also Hermes and Hephaestus' appearances didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I feel like the way they escape the casino didn't need to be changed, and in changing it they took away some of Percy's insecurity because in the book he's like "wow I'm having fun with annabeth and grover to find-? who? my mom! how could i forget my mom? something's up". Another quick thing I'm taking on the end is Annabeth getting left behind in the Fields of Asphodel didn't make any sense to me. 9. Annabeth and Grover randomly giving Percy their stuff? It didn't make a lot of sense and was never explained. 10. Percy's main focus at CHB being less of "I want my mom back and I want my dad to pay child support" and more of "so if i do something cool my dad will notice? hmm" felt very odd and out of character. 11. This is less of a critique and more of just a whiny complaint but the series could've been set in 2005 and wasn't. 12. I understand that the show was never going to be a shot-by-shot retelling of the books and i never expected that, but the way they cut out/added scenes felt very erratic and was heavily dependent on the audience already being familiar with the material that I guess we were supposed to fill in the gaps ourselves? and a lot of people have been like "Rick's improving on the story!" and while there were some add-ins I enjoyed, I feel like they cut or changed too many important scenes to really keep the main idea of both the plot and characters. Time for stuff I liked! 1. Dionysus tricking Percy so he would get him a drink was fucking hilarious. 2. Luke's voiceover before Percy fighting Ares being a parallel with Percy's "Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood"? Poetic cinema. 3. Percy pushing Grover and Annabeth through the door at the Arch. Excessive personal loyalty anyone?

4. Grover and Annabeth dunking Percy in the fountain to heal his shoulder was really funny. Truely teenage dumbassery at its finest 5. I didn't like how there wasn't the lightning bolt that threw them off the road at the beginning, but I will give the scene points for looking scarily similar to how I pictured it in my head. 6. The raw quote from Poseidon in the throne room "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it?" "No...sir." 7. AGE ACCURATE CASTING! This is something we all have been saying from the beginning, but I like acknowledging it again. :) 8. The layout of CHB. You can see just about everything from Half-Blood hill in the books and in the show it's all nice and spread out (as opposed to the Peter Johnson movies where you couldn't even see the next cabin over).

There's more things I have on both sides that I might think of and post about later, but for now that's all I've got. I really did try to approach the TV series with an open mind, but as a show altogether I didn't like it that much, and I really don't think it did The Lightning Thief justice. It's hard to adapt books to TV, but it is possible. I believe that if they had more than eight episodes it could've played out more smoothly, but there were just too many things that changed that didn't have to, and there was too many holes that were left because they cut out the wrong scenes. Kudos to everyone who worked hard on the show and I'm glad that other people enjoyed it. But please respect my opinion and if you have any point of discussion I'd be happy to talk about them with you in a polite, constructive way. Welcome new fans and hello again to old ones, go out and enjoy Percy Jackson and The Olympians, it's a great series (books and TV alike, even if i personally don't like the show)

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holliday-inn · 1 year ago

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Witcher + Yellowjackets - Yellowjackets on The Continent

A few weeks ago I went on an incoherent rant in a server (Thank you Bookclub, Love you Bookclub) where I brainstormed how The Team would fit into the world of The Witcher. I've finally gotten around to reformatting it into a tumblr post, so.... Here's my incoherency!

First, who are they and why are they?

Coach Ben Scott is a traveling merchant residing in Kaedwen, wanting to sell some of his products in Nilfgaard. He posts an ad in Ban Glean to get a group of people together to guard his caravan as they travel.

Van Palmer is a Witcher from the school of The Wolf, specifically hired due to her connections to known Political Tactician, Taissa. She was originally from Skellige, but was the child surprise of a Bear Witcher who dropped her off at the school of the wolf upon realizing she was a girl (He got wolf and cat confused on who trained Witcheresses, but The Wolves still took her).

Laura Lee is a priestess of the temple of Melitele in Ellander, trained under Nenekke. Her family was always closely tied with the temple, to the point that each generation had at least one woman going into training or study at it. She was following a family tradition by studying under Nenekke. She was in Ban Glean on a trip accompanying field medic Misty towards Ban Ard, but the two of them abandoned their trip.

Lottie Matthews is a distant cousin of the Thyssen Nobility of Kovir, and student at Oxenfurt. Her mother was infertile, so her parents found a woman who looked close enough to act as a stand in mother- not knowing she was of Elven Descent. when Lottie was born, it was discovered she was Elvish, and that lead her and her father to having a very tense relationship. They shipped her off to Oxenfurt, where she went on to study literature and music. Basically, Poetic Disaster Bard <3<;3. Natalie Scatorccio is a Sorceress of Aretuza, graduating less from her grades and more from her practical skill and wit. She temporarily held a court position in her home country of Vicovaro, before leaving the moment Nilfgaard, took over. She was discovered to be a mage when she accidentally exploded her father out of fear for her own safety.

Taissa Turner is a noble-born negotiator who studied at Oxenfurt to get her start into politics and law, with the aim to become a court advisor in her home country of Lyria. She hopes that having a few political trips under her belt will build up a good repertoire, and open a better path to her prospective position.

Jackie Taylor is a Sorceress of Aretuza who didn't get into the school due to her abilities, but due to the fact she was from a wealthy Redanian family who could pay the price. She finished her sorceress training after being practically dragged through it by Shauna, where they avoided court appointment, instead choosing to travel together.

Shauna Shipman is a Sorceress of Aretuza who was discovered to be a mage when she caused all of the rabbits in the forest near her home in Aedirn to suddenly die due to a rush of emotion. She and Jackie met in their first year at Aretuza, and became practically bound at the hip. Shauna wanted to go onto a court appointment, but didn't want to be separated from Jackie, and instead chose to travel.

Misty Quigley is a part-halfling medic who trained under her distant uncle as a field medic, and she studied briefly at the temple of Melitele in Ellander.

I'm gonna be 100% honest I haven't put much thought into Akilah, Mari, Gen, Travis, or Javi, so they all are random hired strong arms. Crystal is as well, but grew up a family member of an Oxenfurt professor, and has some knowledge of literature.

The group is set out on a year-long journey one way to the Nilfgaardian capitol, and they're all Stuck Together <3. Their traveling party is known as The Yellowjackets, and the journey will be glorious, and no one will ever want to kill each other. /s

Please feel free to send me asks about this au I would literally adore worldbuilding questions <3

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fangirlmary · 28 days ago

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"A Decision Ashley Didn't Want to Make"

Summary: Ashley finds herself in a situation she didn't want to be in. 16th installment of Two Brothers, One Friend, Many Stories series. Kayfabe details used only.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the pro wrestling gimmicks/characters used here. I only own my original characters.

After the new year of 1998 had started and her kids had gone back to school, Ashley had gone back to work. The atmosphere wasn't so great though; Emily had announced about 5 days after the new year had started that she had terminal cancer and thus would have to let every one of her employees go and sell her beloved bakery. The blonde haired woman wanted to spend whatever time she had left with her family.

Ashley and her coworkers had all been devastated but nonetheless knew that they would have to have new jobs lines up soon. They expressed sympathy for Emily and wished her the best. Their workplace would close by the end of the month, thus the job searching needed to start soon.

On the afternoon of Saturday, January 10th, 1998, 3 days after Lucas' twelfth birthday, Ashley had gone to a local grocery store to be interviewed for a job in the bakery section. While she was not hired, that was not the worst thing to happen that day. Some guy started running toward her with a knife and she tackled him to the ground without blinking. After a brief struggle, Ashley had stabbed the attacker instead and by some stroke of luck, had avoided injury. Paramedics and police were called, Ashley had started sobbing as one police officer comforted her, the attacker was declared dead at the scene, one employee had pointed out that the whole thing had been caught by a security camera, and it was unlikely that charges would be filed. It had all been a blur up until the point that she had driven home after picking up Lucas, Colin, and Meredith from Wayne and Melanie's house.

When they got home, Ashley knew she had to tell her kids what had happened. Killing someone was not something that she had ever expected to do; it was true that she had no choice, but it didn't make it easier. She ended the explanation with "Sometimes in life, we are forced to make decisions that we don't want to, but we have to."

After he and his siblings had gotten the news, Lucas asked "Mom, are you going to be okay?"

"Not yet. I'll have to call a therapist on Monday." Ashley answered. She then decided to call their other relatives, knowing that it was better for them to hear what happened from her instead of the news. After she had done so, she started making cinnamon rolls for breakfast the next morning and heated up TV dinners for supper that night. The baking was done purely to keep her mind off of what happened, but it would only work for a short time.

It wasn't until Sunday night that the Undertaker had gotten the news. He had been busy preparing for his upcoming casket match against Shawn Michaels at this year's Royal Rumble pay per view event and thus could not call Ashley the previous day. He had a feeling that he would need to talk to her in person though and had teleported to her home once more. He rang the doorbell, knowing he would not have to wait out in the cold and snowy weather for long.

Meredith answered the door, noticing that there were no film crews around and politely greeted him. She was currently wearing her yellow pajamas and white bunny slippers. "Good evening, Undertaker."

"Good evening, Meredith. Is your mother available?" He asked.

"Yeah." Meredith replied and shouted for her mother. "Mom, the Undertaker's here! May I let him in please?"

"Yes." Ashley had not gotten her pajamas on yet; instead, she was wearing blue sweatpants, a pink turtleneck shirt, and white socks while sitting in the living room and looking through want ads in the newspaper. She had already cut out coupons and put them in a plastic sandwich bag that was in her purse.

The Undertaker came in, closing the door behind him and removing his boots, coat, and winter gloves.

Meredith bid the Undertaker good night and went upstairs to brush her teeth and go to bed. She had a feeling that he would want to talk to her mother privately. If anything, the girl was no longer scared of the Phenom and hoped he could comfort her mother.

Ashley in the meanwhile had scooted over to the right side of the sofa to let the Undertaker sit down. "Mark, I hope you didn't hear this from the news first." She was in tears as she explained about the killing in self defense that she had done the previous day.

The Undertaker listened closely to his childhood friend's explanation and put an arm around her. "You did the right thing, old friend. It was either you or him and your children would not be able to cope with the loss of their remaining parent. I'm relieved that you weren't physically harmed." He assured her. He knew that just because she had no choice but to kill did not mean that she had become a terrible person. She still had a good heart and soul and he hoped that would not change.

"Thank you, Mark. This year has started off terribly for me even without that as my boss has terminal cancer hence why I have been job hunting this weekend. Since you don't want me to come back as your manager, I'm hoping to find another job closer to home that pays well. I'd be fine with working in a school cafeteria or something since I'd get the summer off just like the students do." Ashley replied, quickly changing the subject. "I also hope you can beat Shawn Michaels next week. I can't be there in person although I wish that was the case."

"So do I, Ashley. I know that you will be watching the Royal Rumble at home with your family and in my corner in spirit despite what you've been dealing with." The Undertaker didn't want to talk much about it or what Kane had been up to recently. "Like I said before, you are a better friend than I deserve and I hope nothing can change that."

Ashley gave him a hug in response. For about 10 minutes, the Deadman held his friend as she cried once more. No more words needed to be said by him to let her know that he didn't think badly of her because of the choices she had made. This moment would not be seen by television viewers, or anyone else for that matter; it was better that way in their opinions.

"Mark, I'm also worried that history could repeat itself considering what happened when you first faced Yokozuna in a casket match with a bunch of other individuals intervening and causing you to lose. I hope that doesn't happen though." Ashley finally said as she ended the hug, the look on her face one of anxiety. If Kane and Paul Bearer intervened in some way, well, she didn't want to think about what she would be tempted to do to the latter of the duo.

The Undertaker knew that there was no guarantee of no interference. "Only time will tell what happens next Sunday, old friend."

"I know." Ashley got up from the sofa. She hoped this year would get better for her and her childhood playmates. "Did you want any cinnamon rolls to take with you? I got a few leftover from this morning."

"I can't say no to homemade food from my only friend." The Undertaker replied as he stood up. He was trying not to smile or think of how he would not be able to share them with Kane.

Ashley found a gallon sized zipper bag of cinnamon rolls that she had put in her fridge earlier; she had some cinnamon rolls left for herself and her children even with a good portion of them being eaten this morning. It helped that she had made three times the recipe. She would need to stock up on more baking supplies later in the week if she was able to. Lucas wanted to make peanut butter cookies to bring over to Wayne, Melanie, Jacob, and Jeffrey next Sunday when he, his mother, his brother, and his sister went over to watch this year's Royal Rumble pay per view event.

The Undertaker took the bag of cinnamon rolls that Ashley handed him after he had gotten his boots, coat, and winter gloves back on. "Thank you, Ashley. I'm not sure when I will see you again, but I wish you the best."

"Same to you, Mark. Good night and farewell." She replied.

In a few seconds, the Undertaker had gone out the front door and closed it behind him before teleporting away. Now, he had to once again focus on what was ahead of him.

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feuqueerfire · 9 months ago

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I Hear Your Voice Live Blogging

When I added this show to my watchlist, I didn't know anything except it's an age-gap noona romance and has a mystery plot. Also it's over a decade old, came out in 2013 lol, so we'll see how it goes. I've only watched Ai no Kotodama (j-BL movie, 2008) and Just Friends? (k-BL movie, 2009) released before 2014.

I just read the synopsis and seems like the younger guy can even read minds?! Unfortunately there's a love triangle with an older guy but he's played by the 40-year-old Hong Dayoung (?idk the name rip) actor from 18 Again. Just watched Lee Dohyun in Good Bad Mother and ig now I'll watch this; 18 Again is truly just The Show to me.

Ep 1 (Apr 3)

oh, it starts off in high school?

had to mute why were they showing pissing stream + with audio ew

ah, those thoughts were what he's hearing. okay, Edward. though he has to touch people or no? seems like he can hear it without touching

the car crash murder is the reason he can hear thoughts seems like

so the thoughts are like literal noise and he can tune it out by putting on headphones?

ah, FL is shameless and bitchy <3 a bit irritating but fun

oof, Hye Seong getting teamed up by these kids

Aw, my poor girl who is like I'm cold and my personality sticks but not to the extent that I'd target a girl like this

don't be too prideful to not accept money lol they're kicking you out and wrongfully severing her job, they should at least pay smh but i guess pride is a thing

Also, I thought like 3 different times that the girl's father is gonna end up seeing that his daughter is lying or believing Hye Seong but ig not ? and he's a judge too

ah, burning money lol gotta make a statement ig

ah, Hye Seong and the other girl both saw the car crash murder happen

Also, I thought the age gap was like 20 years for some reason but it's just like 10

oh naurrr the kid saying he can read other people's minds but it's gonna only convince people more that he's not doing well and his version of events can't be trusted

oof, not Hye Seong being threatened like this in front of the whole court... is the man gonna come out of jail around now?

Soo Ha has been searching for her, ah

A female lead who is kinda bitchy, kinda shameless but has a sense of justice and is stubborn along with a younger male lead who's obsessed with (the idea of) her and is searching for her, ahh

Ep 2 (Apr 4)

Seong Bin? Who is that?

ohh it's the girl who likes Soo Ha

I just realized maybe he's 19 Korean age, so he's underage and in high school yaas off-putting illegal age gap noona romance <3

augh murderer Joon Kook is getting released next week

this Gwan Woo guy... no. He was fine last time but right now as he keeps calling her beautiful and such out loud in front of people as she's not responding... no

oh, the Seong Bin case insisting she didn't do it while others point at her parallels Hye Seong's own case

She admitted it... hm

Gwan Woo dumb as rocks wtf does he mean his defendants won't lie and he just knows if people are lying by looking at them, how can you be so naive

Hah, he's in love with such an idealized version of her

her having Real Thoughts and Conflicts while mans is just cheesing at finally having her

he's following her home though lmfao chill

Ah, him fixing the lamp that was broken lol reminds me of hmmm I think Love Class S2 BL? Main couple maybe?

ah, he saved Seong Bin

Soo ha getting a reality check about Hye Seong and refusing to believe

ofc he's a rich kid lolol

lol they were hinting his defendant was gonna lie

annoying segment insinuating that female cops can’t sexually harass a woman but maybe the alternative would’ve been making it about scary lesbians which is agh

Bo yeon or whoever bitch from childhood is the prosecutor now

majorly icked out by him picking her up on his shoulder to get her to come w him

woah the mind reading part came so fast, even before his name

ah he’s using banmal w her?

oh he threw the book that hye seong dropped that he’s been keeping for 10 years in the trash but couldn’t let it go

Ep 3 (Apr 4)

would the witness lie and say Seong Bin did it? paralleling Hye Seong's situation even more?

dying at the misunderstanding of you have something on your cheek vs her giving him a finger kiss on his cheek

augh, Sooha's dad's murderer is back

bruh as expected she lied but seems like not necessarily out of maliciousness but rather bc she can't say the truth about why she fell...?

oh also I don't get the way his powers work, sometimes he can hear anybody and everybody (that's how he heard the murderer) vs sometimes he has to look into people's eyes to hear their thoughts?

getting yelled at by her mother because of how callously she's taking all this, including being more worried about how she appears instead of Beo Yeon or whoever instead of her defendant. i mean deserved but having the yelling happen in front of everybody on the team + Sooha is humiliating

who is this man in jail? Ga Yeon's father who has died and would have been around Hye Seong's age?

no girl, that's not Sooha's phone number, that's a murderer hunting you down lmfao

not these grown lawyers sneaking into high school T.T lmfao

agh it doesn't say what the internet search history is

ah, cigarette stuff

interesting confrontation between the two girls tbh

why are the Viki subs like... bad? they don't sub the writing on screen and also instead of saying the witness under 16 won't face perjury, says that the testimony "is invalid"

fuckass Do yeon is so irritating, and seems like she's billed as a main character in MDL

i should not be losing my shit already at every interaction between Soo Ha and Hye Seong lmfao but him finding a seat on the bus for her but then when she starts boasting about the trial he makes a face and moves to a different seat like it's just so good man

and her giving him a little lecture like i don't have time to deal with feelings from a high school junior, so get over me vs him being like i don't like you though (meanwhile... hah.)

and him teasing her with the "total and utter humiliation" hehe

oh true she doesn't even know his name

not Joon Kook's phone literally ringing in the next room, bye. reminds me of Beyond Evil with the shower curtain bathroom killing situation though this isn't as dire since we're legit on ep 4 lol

Ep 4 (Apr 4/5)

why doesn't Soo Ha tell Hye Seong about Joon Kook :< ik it'll make things complicated for him but she's gotta know there's a murderer texting and breaking and entering and stalking her c'mon

damn, not Soo Ha's uncle guardian mans leaving him at some park (what other show does this remind me of... To My Star?? idk or actually maybe it's BTS J-Hope lore lol)

so who does he live with now, seems like he has a big/spacious place

Doyeon isn't their biological daughter or what?

idk why I find it soooo cute that Hye Seong wakes up a mess, makes some weird/bad-tasting concoction for breakfast, and her house is a fucking mess (enough that Sooha literally thought the guy wreaked havoc in there) and Sooha's just getting reality check after reality check after having idolized her for a decade lmfaooo

and him getting mad at this loll but it's not like it's gonna make him stop liking her

ah, Sooha volunteering at same place as Joonkook

ig we’re gonna have a new case every 1-2 eps and fuckass doyeon is gonna be there for them all

o no joonkook knows sooha’s identity but sooha doesn’t know he’s been found out

asdf nahh he told her her only talent is her eyes that see whether the defendant is saying the truth or not lmfao

need Gwanwoo to fuck off ngl i am sooo not into their potential and am not looking forward to the love triangle

Ep 5 (Apr 5)

pls not them pretending to be close and as if she sees him as her real younger brother

ahh noona ik in this case it’s supposed to be to show like familial relations but i want him to call her noona all the time

lol her clocking that she was his first love and him being like no

wound tending 2.0 and his smile is so like indulgent idek

I guess they'd make Hye Seong's client who seems to be caring and innocent to actually be the perpetrator while the older twin who seems more callous and with a previous record to be the one who is telling the truth?

hate to see her think of Lawyer Cha as attractive or be into him like stoppppp

damn not Seong Bin taking one for the team

ah parallels of Seongbin -> Sooha -> Hye Seong -> fuckass Cha Gwanwoo

bruh, didn't Hyeseong's mother see Gwanwoo when she went to the office though? or ig she knows it's him lol

he's throwing a fit ahh as expected of a 17 year old hehe

useless cops as expected

Ep 6 (Apr 5)

Ah, not that her person was the murderer but that they both co-conspirited

she thinks that he's a chain holding her back and he has flashbacks to his uncle thinking the same thing, ouch

Sooha staring at fish in their little aquarium reminds me that Good Bad Mother also had that

ah Dayeon and Hyeseong teaming up and maybe playing mind games with Hyeseong's guy

Prisoner's Dilemma

her getting caught every which way, first Sooha saying that she shouldn't be a public defender lawyer when she was fine with not making the twins confess but now it's the boss after she has indeed made them confess

is the fuckass murderer touched by Hyeseong's mother giving him food for his bday?

that 1 cop seemed to be suspicious of Hyeseong and Sooha being close and apparently living together and now he's like it does kind of sound like a threat so... will he come in clutch in the end

resisting the urge to not just skip through fuckass Gwanwoo's scenes

yaas the date didn't happen ! i mean terrible bc Sooha is being thought of as having stolen the cop's gun but yay

nvm Joonkook is flushing everything down the toilet rip

so has Sooha is gonna find and knife Joonkook?

Ep 7 (Apr 5)

me and Sooha both sending hateful and awful vibes to Gwanwoo's moments with Hyeseong

equal opportunity opening lids for the other!

i love you table with spinny section on top

hug and now a hand kiss? Cha Gwanwoo count your days aghhh

plsplspls don't be dating maybe Sooha just walked away too soon

awooga sad Sooha

naurrrr not Hyeseong's mom, fuckass Joonkook

Ep 8 (Apr 6)

ahhh she's dead dead

it would actually be insane if Dayeon who kept requesting hard sentences for everybody suddenly was like nah

it'd be especially funny because Joonkook is saying he also didn't kill the father back then meanwhile Dayeon literally witness him killing that man (though she didn't testify against him)

okay at least it seems like she's not gonna believe him whew

trying not to be hateful towards Gwanwoo even though him saying he's her boyfriend now is actually terrible

bruh what is Joonkook playing at, he fakes attempting suicide? so is Cha Gwanwoo gonna start believing that he didn't mean to do it?

ohh committing perjury (ig that means falsifying testimony? since they're making the cellmate give a false witness testimony)

awooga they're gonna get caught lying. is Joonkook really gonna walk away free after all this? ig we're only on ep 8... aughhh

Gwanwoo is just doing his job but like fuck him. and most of all, fuckkkkkkkk Joonkook the most. also is the prosecutor gonna get fucked over fr fr for the perjury

awooga not Sooha being like yeah Hyeseong really likes you Gwanwoo, which is why this is hard for her. so give her time, wait for her and protect her

like okay mature response despite loving her but akldfas i need Gwanwoo and Hyeseong to fucking break up bc I'm already biased against him but he's also defended the murderer of her mother, so like... no

okayyyy lmfaooo i was like this is a weirdly mature response but indeed he's like heheh Gwanwoo fucked up and isn't coming back, so I get a chance

oh yeah the aquarium talk when he and his father were in the car

this dumbass is gonna kill Joonkook or what? i just realized he wasn't saying thanks for the chance with Hyeseong because he's prlly gonna be in fucking jail, thanks for the chance to kill Joonkook with his own hands ig?

"last goodbyes" girl

woahhh one startled kiss before leaving (forever, apparently is his plan dumbass)

I barel watched today, so got through 1 ep the whole day and that was like 20 mins over 12 hours and then 40 mins over 1h lol

Ep 9 (Apr 7/8)

is this another dream?

ah, future scene first

omg wait... Hwang Dal Joong's daughter went missing 25 years ago when he got put in jail... the person who put him in jail is Doyeon's father fuckass judge man... there are rumours that Doyeon was "found under the bridge" ummmm

bruh, Gwanwoo's just now getting to know about everything that happened at the court room when Hyeseong testified 10 years ago? Also, how come she was never a witness for this because I feel like their phone call which was about her mother telling her to not take revenge etc would've been helpful a bit at least ??

bruh why'd I barely watch it today also

Ah, Sooha doing the smoke bomb thing

19 year old's bravado and confidence

aough, Hyeseong running in front of blade

damn, why Sooha take the blade out bruh

Sooha disappeared Again?!

hmmm would Min Joonkook be killed offscreen like this? we have a severed hand but no body means not dead

and Sooha told her he wouldn't kill Joonkook

A whole year later?!

well that means Sooha is an adult now btw

omgggg now it's her turn to see Sooha at every turn and run after him, the way Sooha did at the beginning

awooga, is this real or fake amnesia? goddammit

can't download this aghhh i wanted to watch some on the train smhh

Ep 10 (Apr 8)

omg real amnesia?

oh interesting Hwang Dal Joong presumably also didn't kill his wife? but where does Doyeon's father fit into this because like he was the judge for that case but he wasn't normal about it. is Doyeon indeed Dal Joong's daughter? Would the judge guy be the murdered wife's other man? No, right?

lkajd Sooha's nemesis/frenemy having to read his diary to him

If I have to watch any romantic moments between Gwanwoo and Hyeseong while my boy Sooha is now an adult who is in prison without his memories, I might lose my shit

why aren't they talking to the man who housed Sooha, what do you mean he just told Sooha that he's his nephew's son and that's that

oh he's crazy, first "am I special to you?" and then "Are you special to me?" meanwhile he literally kissed her before he left for a year and became known as a murder suspect lol

awooga and her saying that he disliked her

oh? memories are coming back? they won't all come back during the trial would it lol

Also, how are we fully assuming Joonkook is dead when we haven't even found the body except for a hand? In Beyond Evil, wasn't it like it's not a murder case/charge if the body hasn't been found or was that smth diff?

They're straight up naming a different suspect, the fishman? Scary what if things go wrong... fisherman: Ji Cheol Su, housed Sooha: Kim Gi Ho

yaas finally it has come into their heads that maybe... the guy who is a murderer 2x at least... and whose body we haven't found... might not actually be dead lol

Ep 11 (Apr 9)

ohhh the witness who reported Sooha never saw him

Well, did the guy tell them that the woman never actually saw Sooha or no?

bruh why is Doyeon soooo wrong at every turn like get a gripp

leave and give her some fucking privacy bro why is fuckass gwanwoo standing in front of the bathroom listening to her cry

awooga

ohhh Sooha tried to run away and got in a car crash hmm

yaas she rejected Gwanwoo again and... did she say she likes Sooha... anything like that? maybe?

Is that Joonkook in a disguise and threatening the woman or what?

ahhh she's so cold and cutting Sooha off just like this, she must be going crazy inside

awooga my ship !!

Ep 12 (Apr 9)

pls Sooha seeing Hyeseong eating food straight from the fridge late at night in the dark

Gwanwoo is... not incorrect in his assessment of Sooha and how he's a "burden" to Hyeseong but he's also immature to say it that way to throw it in Sooha's face because Hyeseong likes Sooha but not him. like okay talking about being an adult, sure

ohhh wait firstly, Hyeseong didn't actually have a photo in the phone but just said that it shows Min Joonkook with the steel pipe :0 but ig Joonkook gave himself away with his reaction to Hyeseong

and secondly, I hadn't realized that the judge was actually Doyeon's father and he'd known that she lied, which was expected cuz it really seemed like he knew. he just took it as a lawyer in court though lol

omg so indeed Hwang Dal Joong's supposedly murdered wife is still alive and doesn't have her left hand either

lolol Hyseong and Doyeon both regretting spilling their guts the night before. kinda should make out when Doyeon becomes more tolerable

Oof, witness womans really dug her own grave with the "go till the end" talk. hope same thing doesn't happen to the guy who hit Sooha with the truck and was told to not say anything by Joonkook

ah, memory returns

Sooha's dad killed Joonkook's wife?

back hug !

Ep 13 (Apr 9)

oh did Sooha's mind-reading abilities come back with the memories?

who did Hwang Dal Joong stab? his ex wife?

why be a fucking cop bro Sooha pls do something else

i so incredibly do not give a fuck about Gwanwoo

the wife said the daughter is living in a rich house, it's literally Doyeon bruh

ahhh cheek kiss,can't believe i'm having to live on this same shit from like ep 3 (other way around this time tho)

anyway sooha should just tell her the truth cuz she'll get more mad the longer it goes on, esp since he can read her mind

Ep 14 (Apr 10)

awooga what are we gonna do when she finds out about dad killing first

my ship T.T avoiding eye contact and walking side by side T.T

alk;sdjf Sooha falling into Hyeseong's lap on the bus

oh my godddddd laksdfjlk;asdjf lk;sdfj lk;j Hyeseong confession

parallel between Hyeseong being like maybe it's fine/better that Doyeon doesn't know the truth about her adoptive and biological parents while Gwanwoo is like it's better that Hyeseong doesn't know about Joonkook and Sooha's father's ordeal

but Lawyer Shin talking about how telling the truth is the right thing to o

Wait actually... this is a good line of thought that I could use maybe? at ~48mins they start talking about if there are 2 decisions where you have regrets choosing either, better to choose the one that will make you regret 1% less ig

Hyeseong throwing the words that Doyeon's fuckass dad told her that day at the hospital like 12 years ago back in his face

Ep 15 (Apr 10)

Is this article about Joonkook's wife being killed by Sooha's father or smth?

and Sooha & Doyeon parallels about betrayals in trust of their fathers

omg accomplice

aksdfjklajdsf was hyeseong just having horny thoughts or what

hm the Park Joonhyuk guy is Sooha's father? And he wrote about people in car accidents or what?

omg Doyeon...

Ep 16 (Apr 10)

girl the way I'd barely been watching 1 ep a day the last few days but today I keep watching it?

awooga Doyeon

how the tables turn because in ep 1, I thought maybe the father would take Hyseong's side since clearly Doyeon was lying and her mother believed her without question

not this fucking father-daughter strained yet touching relationship with Dal Joong and Doyeon omg

not Joonkook having kidnapped Hyeseong

Ep 17 (Apr 11)

Awooga, not the trick working

hyeseong stupidity making me annoyed

and it's frustrating for it to be contrasted with Sooha who is also doing a dumb thing (going to Joonkook alone without confirming he's actually there and with a taser but not realizing that Joonkook is right behind her and also in like a mid skirt and heels too like tf) but 1) he confirmed that she was actually there 2) he called Gwanwoo and explained the situation. frustrating for the FL to fall into a trap this stupidly in the penultimate episode at least have Joonkook outsmart her rather than just her being stupid

sooo annoying that Hyeseong is just tied up and duct taped like this fr and also why is the SWAT team useless why are they in different rooftops aiming at Sooha possibly like ?? dumbasses

bro these cops are so useless why are they just standing there with their armoud and weapons, just grab him?!

This is so silly like okay fine Gwanwoo comes and frees Hyeseong from her bind but then... she gets up to the roof and immediately faints as Min Joonkook drags Sooha over the edge

I'll be honest, the fact that they made Hyeseong make stupid decisions here and then kinda made her presence inconsequential (beyond the don't kill Joonkook thing but that's been going on for A While already) really soured me because there was no reason for that. maybe she'll do something cool in the last ep and bring it back up

Ep 18 (Apr 11)

actually I don't fully get the problem with Sooha stabbing Hyeseong thing either because like ig it's a case that Joonkook was Sooha's target? And Hyeseong ran into it but otherwise Sooha would've stabbed/possibly killed Joonkook?

and if Gwanwoo is Joonkook's lawyer again I'd be so fucking irritated bro

but why is this literally attempted murder bruh, she ran into the knife and he didn't successfully even knick Joonkook with the knife so some legal questioning maybe but attempted murder? be serious

Sooha and Hyseong are sooooo cute

no way Sooha's talking about Gwanwoo being his role model who made him into a man agh

oh he's mentioning other ppl but Gwanwoo first? be fr

ah Doyeon

Fine final episode

Overall:

Noona romance + mystery + courtroom + sliiight supernatural with mind-reading, it has a bunch of things I liked. It's from over a decade ago but enjoyable nonetheless. I liked it, though Hyeseong and Sooha were quite cute but I wish 1) the episodes were a bit more condensed to be 14-16 episodes and 2) the fucking love triangle wasn't so prominent (though I get that they probably did it because Sooha was underage at first).

Not life-changing and kind of overstayed its welcome for me, esp because I was barely watching 1 ep a day in the middle there.

Rating: 6.5/10 [May 12, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating shows I've watched in 2024: 7 -> 6.5]

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catgirlhell · 1 year ago

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#when tumblr first introduced blaze I blazed a picture of my cat bc it was fun#and I intend to do more but every new dogshit update or feature clawback makes me less and less keen to spend money here#every time I have to snooze tumblr live I get a little more annoyed#if I was on desktop I'd probably buy the crabs tbh#I'd pay flat fees for dumb features#I would hand tumblr a crisp $5 bill to put a Snooze Tumblr Live button under the Tumblr Live banner#but I would only do that once (flat fee no subscriptions)#anyway bea is correct as usual - courtesy of @rivercityrabbitsbro

one of the first things i did when blaze went live was pay like 10 bucks to make people see a post i made on the horrors of art school and a warning to prospective students about drowning in debt for a degree that wasn't going to serve their purposes in the long run. that post reached, at minimum, a dozen people who had their minds seriously changed by it. i know this because they either spoke to me in the notes of that post, sent me asks about it, or dm'd me privately.

If I had faith in tumblr's ethics as a platform, I would do this again without reservation for all kinds of things, such as advertising my commission posts.

I think the ability to buy checkmarks is extremely funny! that you can curse someone else with them! I enjoy the idea of various badges that mark you as a specific type of creator (though I abhor the idea that I'd need to pay to mark myself as an artist), I like the crabs, and if I actually trusted the website with my bank information, I'd probably run a sub service through my blog! There are services on this website that I have paid for, and would be willing to pay for again in lieu of genuine transparency.

The majority of users on this platform are not new, nor are they nearly as hostile as I think staff is given to believe we are. We are long-time users of this platform who have been here on average for at least over 3-5 years. Many of us were here before the porn ban, and we'll likely stick it out after whatever horrid decision manages to piss us all off. The way you claw back our trust is not by mimicking the platforms we have all scorned and hidden away from, but by embracing the exact reasons we have remained.

Tumblr has stated that it will not reverse its nsfw policy for its stated reasons, but at the same time we're all very aware that if it offered it back, people would return in droves. Tumblr struggles with moderation of bots and spam, to the extent that its userbase is typically the one fighting the real battles against bots, and an actual explanation of why this has always been so hard would go a country mile in getting its users to trust moderation services that often blow up in our own faces (such as the time where I, personally, had to yell at tumblr support on twitter for a week as my account was repeatedly suspended on suspicion of spam.)

If this website is really hemorrhaging money to the extent that it has been, then at some point, to pull it out of the red you are going to have to engage with the userbase in good faith to determine a road to which we will actually begin to pay for it. Flooding us with dogshit ads and trying to figure out how to market us as products will not grant you long-term growth nor profits. This place is one of the last places that hasn't completely subsumed itself in web 2.0 advertising hell, and if you learn to lean into that you'll get something out of it.

Tumblr is not going to survive by repeatedly trying to force its users to accept standard methods of online monetization.

i keep loling thinking about how tumblr thinks

that somehow "growth" will lead to more money, unlike literally every single other website on planet earth that has thought this and immediately crashed and burned

that the ideal user is someone who is too stupid to use the current app and so scared of stimuli that a chronological timeline would be too intellectually taxing

that its somehow tumblr's fault if users see things they dont like on their own dash that they cultivated themselves by following specific people on purpose

#kakitalk #im genuinely so fucking annoyed about this just TELL PEOPLE WHAT YOUR PLANS ARE AND ASK WHAT THEY WANT

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aspenforest732 · 1 year ago

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 3: Pouches of... Jelly

Summary:

tw: drugs, gang life, crime, drinking/intoxication mention, homelessness, ed behaviors Boss: what do you have? Akira: A knife! Boss: NO

Notes:

Sorry! Just realized I didn't actually post this chapter ‘text‘ is JSL Text is thoughts

Recovery Girl kept Akira in her office until the end of the school day to monitor their concussion and help raise their body mass with an IV and gummy bears. Overall, new Lichtenburg patterns to trace for a couple of days and bruised ribs weren’t the worst injuries to come away with after what happened.

As the school day wrapped up, Koda shyly entered the office and signed something to Recover Girl as she approached. She shrugged and gestured to Akira, who sat up a bit more.

'Sorry I didn't interpret for you,' Koda signed shyly. 'I froze, and I know it hurts to not have a voice.'

Akira blinked in surprise at the apology and reassured, 'I can understand that, especially to All Might. I'm going to request an interpreter for his class, but the teachers are supposed to be fluent. At least that's what the information booklet said.'

Recovery Girl sighed, "He is supposed to be, dearie, but the Commission fast-tracked his employment here. All Might is working on a few of the qualifications that are standard. I'm having dinner with my kids and grandkids tonight, would you like to join us? I can give you a ride there and back to your house if you let your guardians know."

Akira slipped a small smile on their face as they shook their head. 'My family's celebrating my first day tonight. Thank you, though.'

Aizawa, looking as cheery as usual, was waiting for them outside Recovery Girl’s office with their backpack. ‘Did you want to speak with me or are you waiting on Recovery Girl?’ they asked.

Aizawa stared at them a long moment before sighing. ‘Next time you need more food, whichever teacher is present will write you a note. Otherwise, I expect you to communicate with the faculty whether you feel the need to or not. If you pull this again, you will be expelled from the Hero Course.’

Akira nodded stiffly and gave a shallow bow before snatching their backpack and hurrying with their cane towards the locker room for their duffle bag. Their pack weighed a little more than it had this morning, but as they hefted it, the extra weight was light enough to probably be from lunch. Akira caught the last bus and train leaving for the warehouse district, grateful that their U.A. ID let them ride the train for free. Very few people were on the train this late, mostly blue-collar workers and people who had little elsewhere to be. While they checked their phones and evening newspapers, Akira pulled out their math homework.

Eventually, Akira got off on the second to last stop with Arata, the local drunk, and made sure he was headed in the right direction before heading towards Blue Fang territory. At least there, they didn’t have to worry about being beaten up for sleeping in the wrong warehouse or unintentionally running into troublemakers.

At this point, all the regulars knew Mortis, the one who’s getting out. A few of the other unhoused kids teased them about trying to become a hero as Mortis headed to the back of the bar. Slamming the door open, jammed as it had been for years, Mortis rapidly signed, ‘Hey Boss! Got any work for tonight? Could use the extra cash if you have more deliveries.’

The chair facing Boss turned around as she grinned, “Perfect timing, Mortis, we do need someone to run a parcel – same drop and pay as usual. This is Dabi, he/him pronouns.”

A heavily burn-scarred man with medical staples and familiar blue eyes raised an eyebrow as they appraised Mortis. “You want me to trust this kid to run a deal this large? They don't look a day over ten,” Dabi’s icy voice drawled.

Mortis silently laughed, knowing how the sight unnerved some. ‘I’m the fastest they’ve got! And lie detection quirks either don’t work on me or require a lot of finesse since I can't talk. I may be lean, but I won’t snap as easily as a bone if that’s what you’re worried about.’

After interpreting, Boss turned to Dabi with a cocked eyebrow. “Well? Do we have a deal then?”

“Fine. I still don’t like involving kids, though.”

‘Good thing I’m not a kid then,’ Mortis signed off-handedly. ‘I haven’t been for a long time.’

As Dabi stood, Mortis almost saw a flicker of emotion other than anger in his eyes before brushing it off. Behind him was, admittedly, a large duffel bag that they looked between and Boss. ‘You know that’s suspicious as hell, right? Unless you have a cover story built in, I’m gonna be made immediately for that,’ they signed with a pointed look.

“You’re almost college age, right kid?”

‘You know I’m 15 and look like I’m 12 on a good day.’ Mortis caught the uniform tossed at them, eyeing the logo with disdain. ‘Did you at least get the right size this time? The Detective’s quirk might not work on me, but I don’t exactly enjoy spending time with him. Especially now that Eraser is my homeroom teacher.’

Boss just smirked at that. “And what, I suppose you made a bad enough first impression that he’d remember you?”

…

“No, seriously kid?” Boss cackled and Dabi, still in the doorway, looked bemused. “What the hell did you do?”

‘It’s not my fault he decided to open with an intensive quirk assessment! Hell, it was worse than the entrance exam, and you know how long I spent recovering from that. And then, because of course it did, afternoon class also took quirk use.’

Pausing to look at Dabi, Mortis continued, ‘Tell Wildfire that he should invest in some contacts if he doesn’t want people to know who he is.’

Dabi stilled, staring at Mortis’s slightly smug face with fury before chuckling darkly. “You’ve got balls, kid, I’ll give you that.”

‘I like him. Do you think we’ll keep him around?’

Boss just tossed the carry bags at Mortis as they ran off to change. The fit was right this time, fortunately, or they’d be tagged as a homeless kid, which was arguably more awkward for them to explain than why a junior high schooler was walking around in their sibling’s clothes.

Settling into their usual college student routine, Mortis stuffed their hands in low-rise pockets and stumbled with all the exhaustion of an evening-class college student complete with designer eye bags, mousey hair, and a slump that would make Disney proud. Instead of slightly swaying from chronic pain, they were swaying from what they drank at a party. The grey contact lenses and cuff bracelets distinguished Harry Newman the American foreign exchange student from Akira Mori the U.A. student from Mortis a drug runner for the Blue Fang from… well, they hadn’t thought about her in months. Why dredge that back up again?

Just as it seemed they were in the clear to make the drop, a figure on a roof caught their eye. Even as they felt the slight reprieve from their quirk being suppressed, Harry seemed confused, step hitching a moment. They looked around, very pointedly not up, and after a moment of no action from the figure, he continued on to the run-down apartment building, easily slipping his battered keys into the rusty lock.

Mortis was well acquainted with the small, dirty flat on the second floor and swept for bugs under the guise of noting what areas were damaged. Mortis frowned at the lack of devices, wondering if they’d gotten lucky or the police had gotten smarter and used a quirk. They shrugged and mixed up their drop locations just in case while making ramen. If the police were going to search the apartment, might as well leave them something for their trouble.

Mortis’s burner pinged with their “all clear” code. They sighed, acting as though a friend was dragging them out to socialize, and stopped by the landlord’s office on the way out. It was closed, of course, but gave them the opportunity to double-check the street before slipping away. Eraser continued to tail them for a few minutes into the more crowded nightlife area but dropped off soon after.

A few smaller runs to alleys and the rest of their lunch later, Akira carefully lowered themselves onto their blanket pile to continue homework. What the hell? Akira startled as their textbooks were covered in jelly pouches of various flavors. Fortunately, none of them had burst, but as Akira fished out a note, they sighed.

“To replace what you needed for this morning. Inform me when you need more. Aizawa”

Akira shook their head as they assessed their new food stash, setting one to the side to avoid weight loss tonight and putting the rest in the front compartment of their backpack to avoid ruining their textbooks.

With the bigger drop tonight, I should have enough for this week’s protein drinks and powdered milk. Since Recovery Girl gave me a Standard size cream, I shouldn’t need to buy more this month, but I should avoid Kaminari and Bakugo to be on the safe side. Akira huffed, as if any part of their situation was safe. After homework, they removed their contacts and set them in an old case, adding only a dash of contact solution.

Notes:

I went to Otakon this weekend!! Met BrownBakugo and Ricco Fajardo, Mirio's voice actor. Ricco officially can't comment but does approve of Sun and Moon (MiriTama) ship :D

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year ago

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"LADS STOLE 15 BIKES GET 3 TO 12 MONTHS," Toronto Star. July 28, 1933. Page 2. ---- Sold Them Piecemeal Downtown and None Recovered - Spanking Suggested --- "These two boys admitted that they had stolen 15 bicycles." testified. Detective L. Sullivan, giving evidence against Wilbert Stewart and Joe Conforti. "Most of the bicycles were stolen from Sunnyside and city achosis. The thefts have extended over a month and a half. They took them downtown and sold them in parts. None of the bicycles had been recovered."

Conforti also was charged with having concealed weapons. "I found this pistol." the detective said. "He hadn't any ammunition."

"How long has he had it?" "About a week." The pistol had a broken spring, and Conforti wes remanded on that count. Appeal for leniency was put in for Conforti by his spiritual father. "I think it would be best if he were spanked," he suggested. "Unfortunately, we have no Authority to spank," pointed out Magistrate Coatsworth. Tom O'Connor pleaded their youth In extenuation. "These boys have been out of school for a year and they haven't been able to get work." "Three months definite and nine indeterminate," the magistrate cut in. "And I consider that to be a very moderate sentence." Jack Parr, who was arrested with the other two, and charged with stealing one bicycle, was put on probation for one year.

Found Guilty of Receiving Frank Grigg, found guilty of receiving some of the bicycles, was given the option of $25 and costs or three months. The two boys who had just been sentenced were witnesses.

All was going well until Mr. Ross confidentially asked Stewart: "Did you tell Grigg these bicycles were stolen?" Stewart answered quietly. "Yes." And however much counsel for the defence might storm, he never wavered. Conforti denied Stewart's statement. "We told Grigg that the bicycles belonged to us," he declared. "How much did he pay you for the wheels?" Mr. Malone asked. "He gave us $10 for the first one. If for the others." Mr. Ross pleaded that there was no conclusive evidence that the bicycles had even been stolen. "We don't know to whom the wheels belong." The crown asked for severity. "These two young fellows, Stewart Conforti, are going to serve two months servitude. The one who makes it possible for all this to go man like Grigg. I don't think he should get off." And he didn't. Fine or Jall for Vagrants "About four o'clock this morning 1 found this man trying to get into St. Michael's hospital," testified P.C. against George Harte, charged with vagrancy in men's court today. "The he wasn't creating a disturbance? asked Magistrate Coatsworth. "Yes, he was." replied the officer. "I wasn't trying to get into the hospital," Harte pleaded. "But I had a pain in my stomach." "Ten dollars or one month," his worship decided. Harte had hen previously remanded for examination at the psychiatric hospital. George Blanchett, Jerry Blanchett, Willian Powers and Wilfred Lord had all been picked up by a C.P.R. constable as they were riding the rods. The two Bianchetts could hardly show their heads over the rail. "How old is that little fellow?" asked the magistrate, pointing to George Blanchett. "He says he's 18," Inspector Nat Guthrie informed him. "Eighteen years or 18 months." his worship inquired. "Why don't you give him a chair to stand on?

The Blanchett brothers, who live in Windsor, but are working on a Grimsby farm, were put in the care of the Salvation Army. "You'll get them cleaned up, won't you, Captain Bunton?" the bench requested. "Oh yes," the captain agreed, "we have plenty of showers and bathtubs."

The other members of the quartet were sentenced $5 or ten days. Nine other jaunters pleaded guilty and were all given the usual $5 or a days. Had Concealed Weapons Robert Ahton, charged with carrying concealed weapons, was sent down for one month. "And I'm reccommending deportation to England at the end of his term." added his worship.

Ross Calder, Wiliam Thompson and J. Flannigan, charged with shopbreaking, were remanded til Aug.4 on bail of $500 each. Rocco Spizzeri, 19, was put on probation for one year for theft. He had stolen goods worth about $25 from the Queen St. warehouse where he had been employed.

W. J. Omand, charged with criminal negligence and with having concealed weapons, was remanded one week. According to police, the car driven by Omand on Oster Ave., struck James Young, aged 6, yesterday afternoon, the lad suffering fractured leg and skull. In searching the car, Detective Taylor found a pistol. There was no ammunition. Bail was set at $300.

Stood at Bay with Knife Telling of the arrest of John Mitchell at 2 a.m. on July 14. Detective Frank Crowe testified: "Finally Detective Brown and I chased him into a garage. After a moment or two I heard Brown shout: Look out. Frank, he's coming at you with knife.' I turned around and him brandishing this knife. I told him to drop It. He wouldn't. Then I drew my gun, and made him throw It over the fence." Mitchell was charged with theft and with carrying concealed weapons. The two detectives had first noticed him at the corner of Carlton and Parliament Sts., where he was stealing fruit.

"He only pinched a couple of peaches," pleaded Austin Ross, defence counsel. "It was the whole combination that makes it serious," his worship said. "You can't charge a man with having combinations," Mr. Ross retorted facetiously.

Pitched from Bicycle When the police first saw Mitchell, they drew their car up to the curb and said: "Come on now, boy. We're the police." However, he immediately hopped on his bicycle. Then followed a furious chase along Gerrard St.

"His bicycle hit a corner, but ho managed to land on his feet." Detective Crowe recounted. "Then he took to the backyards. When we cornered him at the garage, he had a pair of gloves on. And it was a very hot night. He also had a heavy hose nozzle on him."

"Couldn't this knife have been used. for quite peaceful purposes?" Mr. Ross asked. "I suppose It could, but, it's not very likely at 2 o'clock in the morning. Besides, It has a blade 4 1-2 Inches long."

Mitchell claimed he had been using the knife to repair his hose.

However, his worship thought it looked suspicious. Mitchell was consequently sent down for two months.

Cecil Tuck, charged with theft of an auto, was put on probation for two years.

Carl McMahon, who had been remanded on a charge of driving an auto while under the influence of Ilquor, was sent down for seven days.

Cadi Knows Dandellon Wine Before Magistrate Jones in liquor and traffic court, Albert Andrioll was charged with having. P. C. Brown testified to finding from 80 to 100 gallons of dandelion wine in accused's cellar.

Defence pleaded it was home-made and not potent.

"Thirty years ago I had my first drink of dandelion wine at a dance. I didn't dance very long. I know all about It," reminisced Magistrate Jones.

An order to have the wine confiscated was given and the charge withdrawn.

When Leonard Hatch, tried a week ago on a reckless driving charge, appeared for sentence, the crown ask- ed for adjournment, since some personal damage had not yet been. straightened. It was granted until Sept. 5, under $200 bail.

"He started to cry and said he had been a fool," related P.C. Colson, in the case of Harold Turner who, with William Bodner, was charged with having alcohol illegally.

Both men pleaded not guilty.

Colson alleged Turner had taken him to his cellar and produced 11 bottles of alcohol from a "hide-out."

Mrs. Turner said Bodner and another man had asked about renting the cellar. "If you get this man to 'rat' on the other, he might bump off Bodner." suggested Defence Counsel A. R. Hassard. "No, he won't, he's too big a coward." retorted the woman.

"This isn't Chicago," observed his worship.

Turner was remanded for judgment until Sept. 5. Bodner will pay $500 and costs or do three months. and one month.

"I'm guilty." James Hoult tried to impress on the court when a charge of being drunk and having liquor illegally was read.

He had been found lying in a store doorway and had a bottle of wine. He was released until Sept. 6 under bail of $500. His wife will then re- port an his conduct.

A charge of "having" against Mike. Michlow was withdrawn, but Nick Gurrell, Jointly charged. was sentenced to $300 and costs or three months and one month.

John H. Turnbull had liquor in an automobile. He will pay a fine of $20 and costs.

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