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maybankswife · 2 months

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Falling for him part 1

JJ Maybank x Fem Kook Reader

slight Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends for years, but soon its all about to change.

Warnings-

Swearing, mentions of weed, unedited work

A/N:

Just letting you guys know,

F/L/Y/N stands for the First letter of your name, so when I was talking about the necklaces this is what I meant, I completely forgot to put the meaning of it when I posted earlier!!!

“Workers of the world unite!” JJ yelled out from across the party, his arm up in the air and his hand wrapped around his wrist.

You turned around, your long navy-blue dress flowed freely. Your hair was put up in a y2k styled half up half down, your body was laced with gold jewelry dangling on your flesh. You could see Kiara and Pope running out of midsummers, met with JJ and John B. You watched, and had no idea what was going, you made your way over to your best friend Sarah. You saw her, watching in awe as the Pogues departed from midsummers.

“What’s going on?” you asked her, she lifted an eyebrow at you. confusion painted on her face.

“I don’t know Y/N” she said, she sounding annoyed. You scoffed at her. You knew she had gone to the mainland with John B a few days ago, why was she lying to you about it?

“Stop lying Sarah, you went to Charleston with John B a few days ago” you had to yell over the loud music, and overlining conversations. She grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you to a quieter spot, further away from the hustle of the party.

“Why does it matter?” she asked you, crossing her arms and leaning up against a pillar.

“It doesn’t” you shouted back, “I just want to know what’s going on” you sighed, you hadn’t spoken to Sarah the whole party, and she had been avoiding you and not answering your text messages.

“Do you promise to not get mad?” she questioned you again, you looked at her. Your eyes met hers, she looked anxious to say whatever it was that was about to fall out of her mouth. You nodded and waited for her response.

“I went to the mainland to help John B with something” she cleared her throat “and we may or may not have kissed” her arms dropped to her side, she looked relived that she was able to say that out loud.

“Wait what!?” You replied in shock with what you just heard.

“What about Topper?” you continued, she looked up at you giving you a gentle look.

“I’m going to break up with him, tomorrow” she explained, standing up straight and dusting her dress off.

“Okay… So are you friends with the pogues now” you lifted an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes at you. Sarah, you, and Kiara used to be best friends, a trio, but she abandoned you guys for the group of boys.

“I don’t know, depends on how things go I guess” she shrugged, you waked towards her and wrapped you arm around the back of her neck and walked together back to the party.

1:47 AM

Your phone started buzzing on your bedside table, it woke you up. You rolled over and unplugged your phone from the charger.

Sarah Cam incoming phone call

You answered the call

“Hello?” Sarah said on the other line, she sounded distressed.

“What’s going on” you replied, sitting up in your bed.

“John B fell from the hawk’s nest, Topper shoved him” you could hear someone shouting in the background, it sounded like JJ.

“Oh my god Sarah what happened!” you pulled the covers off of you and stood up, pacing around the room.

“John B can you open your eyes?” Sarah pleaded with him, it was muffled.

“Pope hurry!”

wait, was that Kiara?

“Sarah what the hell is going on? Do you need help?” you called out, you heard her pick up the phone.

“I need to go Y/N” she hung up the phone. What the fuck just happened.

You ran over to your dresser and slipped on a light blue summer dress and your white converse. You snuck out of your house and grabbed the keys to your car. You got in and drove straight to the hawk’s nest.

You pulled up to the gravel parking space and saw the infamous twinkie. You switched off your car and got out. You walked over to the twinkie, it reeked of weed and sweat. Your nose twitched at the smell of it. But the twinkie being here meant they were still here too. You ran in the direction of the hawk’s nest, once you were close enough you could here the Pogues and Sarah arguing over what to do. You walked up behind them and pushed in front of JJ and Kiara to get to Sarah.

“What the fuck happened Sarah” she looked up at you, here eyes red and tear-stained cheeks. John B was unconscious on the grass next to her.

“Look who we have here, [Name] Palmer” JJ called out, a smirk drawn on his lips. You turned around giving him a petty smile.

“What are you doing here Y/N” Kiara questioned. You moved your focus from JJ to her.

“I could ask you the same question” you replied slyly, and turning back around to Sarah, she was placing small kisses on John Bs lips, gentle and tender. You could hear ambulance sirens getting closer and closer to the hawk’s nest.

Once the ambulance arrived, Sarah was the one that went with John B. As for you and the Pogues you made you way back to the carpark. “So, what’s a princess like yourself doing here” JJ teased, a smile on his face from ear to ear. You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms and standing up against your car door. The way the pet name rolled of his tongue like it was normal, was abnormal. You’ve only ever spoken to JJ at parties when he’s drunk and has tried to hit you up.

“I got a call from my friend, I came to help her” you responded, JJ was getting closer to you, inch by inch he towered over you. he looked down at you, your knees felt weak under your body threatening to cave in at any moment.

“Hmm” he hummed, looking you up and down “you sure you’re not here to see me” he leaned in closer, you could smell the weed on him, his clothes reeked of it. You lifted your arm and pushed him back.

“Nope.” You answer back, his face was so cocky he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well. You turned around and opened your car door.

“You know where to find me” he raised his arm and pointed a finger at you, winking. You scoffed and scooted into your seat, slamming the car door shut. Within a matter of seconds, you had driven off, only leaving a trail of lifted dust behind you.

You arrived home just after 3:00 AM, exhausted. Going through your front door was difficult, especially because your dog Oakley’s bed was just up the hallway. You opted for the good old window entrance, you walked around the side of your house locating your bedroom window hidden amongst overgrown vines, various plants, and flowers. Slid it open, one foot in, followed by the other. Finally, home. You shut the window, leaning over the daybed that sits in front of your window. You walked over to the pajamas that you were wearing earlier, you had left them on the floor. You kicked off your Converse and glided out of your blue dress exposing your naked body. Pulling the satin shirt over and pulling the satin shorts up. You were ready to sleep, you retied your hair into a loose messy bun and jumped into bed.

It’s been a few days since the John B falling off of the hawk’s nest incident, you haven’t really spoken to Sarah since she’s been ghosting you for the past few days; not replying to your texts, ignoring your calls and she hasn’t been at her house every time you went to check. This is the last time you were going to message her, she better have a reasonable explanation as to why she has been ghosting you.

“Sarah wtf y have u been ghosting me?” sent.

You watched the message go through. So, she hasn’t blocked you…

‘Read’ popped up underneath your message. Great.

The typing bubble appeared.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N John B thought it would be funny to keep me and Kiara on a boat in the middle of the marsh”

Oh. She’s been hanging out with them.

“what? You’ve been ghosting me 4 them” sent.

“come to the chateau right now”

Seriously? Your being dragged to the that shit hole, you turned your phone off and went up to your room. You searched your dresser for the perfect outfit, for some reason you felt like impressing them.

You fished out a white bikini, an orange cropped tank top with a cute graphic on it, short denim shorts and your navy-blue converse. You changed into it, hopping it would be up to “Pogue standards”. Or maybe just “JJs standards”… you put on your necklace stack, of 2 gold chains one with a sun charm that is incrusted with diamonds, and the second with a F/L/Y/N charm. You grabbed your Pura Vida bracelet stack and slid it onto your wrists, followed by your ring stacks for both hands. Lastly gold hoops to wrap everything up. A roll of your favourite coconut scented deodorant, a lot of spray of your favourite summery perfume, along with the body spray you use on top of it.

You rushed out of your room, running into the living room where your mum was,

“Hey mum, I’m heading out with Sarah” you had to lie, because the number of times your parents have complained about the pogues, specifically JJ, your mum would kill you if she knew where you were actually going. You tucked your hair behind your ear, waiting for a response. Your mum, who was sat on the couch looked up at you with a gentle smile and her glasses resting further down on her nose than what they should be.

“Sure, thing sweetie, be safe” your mum replied, she always said yes as long as you were with Sarah. You ran over to her, giving her a tight squeeze,

“Thank you!” you praised, letting go of her and speed walking into the hallway. On your entry table there was a decorative bowl that held your car keys in it, but instead of going by car you decided to take your bike. You walked out the front door and over to the garage where the bikes are stored. You opened the door and walked in, being wafted with the smell of petrol, paint, and rubber. You walked over to your bike, its white, and has a lil basket on the front of it. Perfect. You knew where the chateau is because of the few parties you’ve been to there, so you steered your bike out of the garage and got on and started pedalling.

You’ve been riding for 5 minutes, still 20 more minuets till you can get there. You reached into the basket and grabbed out your phone, shuffling your summer playlist and the song “Megaton Mile” by Local Natives started playing. You turned it up, almost full volume and chucked your phone back into the basket. The song was playing at midsummers the other night, you actually requested it because it is one of your favourite gems. You continued riding, letting your hair fly in the salty wind, small beads of sweat falling from your forehead because of the humidity, and breathing in the fresh air. Its been awhile since you’ve ridden your bike around the OBX and it feels just as euphoric, if not more than the last time you had.

You were getting close to the bridge that connects the Kook side of the Island to the Pogues. The song “Boys don’t Cry” by The Cure was playing. A large rev of an engine startled you, you looked behind you to see who it was, but your bike went off the pavement causing you to fall off.

“Fuck!” you cursed out, lying on the grass of someone’s lawn. You were on your side, leaning on your elbow, your hair has fallen over your face and over your shoulder. You rolled over, putting yourself in a sitting position with your legs stretched out. Pushing your hair back, you see a familiar car pull up next to you.

The window of the car rolls down, and a familiar face sticks his head out the window. It's Rafe, Sarah's brother. He has always had a thing for you, but you have never fallen for him, he’s just not your type plus he’s your best friend’s brother. His cocky laugh belched out,

“No way I just saw that” he called out from the car, he was looking dead at you, no sign of sympathy on his face.

“Seriously Rafe, fuck you” you spat back at him, pulling your elbow up and seeing a large gash on it, already pooling with blood. You looked down at your knees, they are also scuffed up, stinging like hell and bleeding too.

“Calm down, your fine” he teases back at you, getting out of his Range Rover. He walks over to you, and offers you, his hand. You look up at him through your lashes, he was still smiling, thinking this was funny. You were covered in mud now. You grabbed his hand, tightening your grip on his hand you pulled him down onto the grass with you. You stood up quickly and looked down at him now on the ground.

“What is wrong with you!” he shouted at you, tensing his jaw.

“Calm down, your fine” you respond, giggling at the look on his face. He scoffed at you and stayed on the floor. Probably to humbled to move. You walked over to your phone which had flew out of your basket when you fell off, luckily it had landed on the grass and not the concrete. You picked it up the song “Time to Pretend” by MGMT has just started playing. You lifted your bike up and put your phone back in the basket, and pedalled away, leaving Rafe behind.

Finally, you had arrived at the Chateau. You rode your bike all the way up to the front porch, you got off and grabbed your phone. You walked up to the door, knocking on it. You could hear a muffle of voices conversating, and a few heavy footsteps made their way over to the door. Your heart beating faster every time they took a step closer. The wooden door swung open, John B standing in front of you,

“Hey” you sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. He had a blue cast on his wrist and was alive so that’s a good thing.

“Uh... hey” he croaked out, standing sideways and gesturing for you to come in, “Uhm, come in” he continued.

“Thanks” you responded, walking past John B and into the house. The walls were covered in photos of John B and his dad, as well as a ton of baby photos of him and JJ. You looked around, floor to celling made out of wood, it was cozy. Sarah turned around the corner, a relieved look on her face when she saw you in the hallway.

“Oh my god I was so scared you weren’t coming!” She sped walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you. you groaned because your back was aching from flying off your bike earlier. You wrapped your arm around her, and just as you did, she let go of you. John B was standing behind you,

“Okay let’s go sit with everyone” he cleared his throat, putting his hand on your shoulder almost pushing you forward. Sarah grabbed onto your hand, leading you to the back porch where Kiara, Pope and JJ are sitting.

“So, first Sarah, now Y/N? seriously John B, you may as well invite Rafe over too” Kiara sneered out, looking at you up and down you gave her a bitchy smile. Sarah sat down on a couch, next to John B, the only other spot was next to JJ who was sharing a couch with Pope.

“JJ move over” you instructed, he looked up at you with an amused look. You rolled your eyes. He moved over slightly still leaving barely any room for you, but if you were becoming a ‘Pogue’ you may as well get used to it. You squeezed in next to JJ, in between him and the couches arm rest. There was plenty of room for him to move closer to pope, but nope he was refusing to budge any further.

“Okay now that Y/N is here, we need to catch her up on what’s been going on” Sarah said, looking over at John B for validation in what she just said.

“Uhm… yep, okay. So, Sarah helped me into the archives in Charleston, there we found a letter from Denmark Tanny, a slave, a local landowner, and a sole survivor of the Royal Merchant” your eyes widened, now you’re interested.

“He wrote a letter to his son, Robert in a lost Creole language, Gullah. I took this letter to my history teacher Mr Sunn, who translated the letter. Denmark Tanny saved the gold from the Royal Merchant and brought it ashore, using it to buy his freedom Tanny Hill plantation, in other words Sarahs home, and used it to buy the freedom of other slaves. He wrote the letter to his son on the day he was hung, in a secret language that only they know, telling him where to find the gold. Harvest the wheat, in Parcel 9, near the water. Wheat is code for ‘gold’. Then Sarah gave me an original survey map of Parcel 9 and Tanny Hill at the Hawks Nest, and I got pushed off by topper. Then we made Sarah and Kie stay on a boat together to figure out their differences, and now we are here.” John B finished off, it felt like he was talking forever.

Falling for him part 2

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macaroonff · 5 months

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Taste- Lee Minho (Part 1)

Genre: Undercover detective x gang leader; the roaring 20s Paring: Minho x fem reader Content Warnings: Spice (no smut),mentions of alcohol, inaccurate historical representation, not intended to be factually correct, please forgive any inaccuracies. Word Count: 2957 words Suggested Songs: Taste- Stray Kids Whatever Lola Wants- Ella Fitzgerald Fall in Love With Swing- Trio Manouche Smooth Operator- Sade

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No one would ever fathom how utterly guilty Lee Minho felt with his tongue driven down your throat in one of the many dressing rooms the jazz club contained. He hated how his sweaty palms digging into your lower back barely managed to keep both of you steady against the rough wall.

He despised how desperately you held onto the lapels of his tweed suit, as the cold pearls around your neck jingle against his watch with every turn of your head. Every jingle was followed by a gasp, and together they seemed to override the perky jazz coming from the stage.

He hated how he was stuck here, unable to release himself from his hedonistic urges, to the point where he neglected his work, the reason he entered this shabby club.

Priv. Detective Lee wasn't supposed to be here today, not in your embrace, not under your enchantment, not under the influence of something he was prohibited from.

Alcohol.

Despite his deceptive actions and seemingly careless attitude towards alcohol at parties, Lee Minho had a restrained regimen for himself. Especially when he’s working, which is almost everyday.

He only let himself go when it was necessary in social gatherings, in those crowded salons where everyone had their eye on him, where he had to follow skewed norms to strengthen his reputation as an owner of a winery acreage in Pomerol, France. A false identity pasted on him to get any sort of tip-off in this industry.

The industry where smuggling had become as common as a nuclear family buying a car.

Last Sunday, when he happened to be at another one of these parties, he was invited by his neighbour Mr Brown to a different wine tasting session at a strange, albeit new jazz club, rumoured to sell cheap booze. And of course he’d go.

Not because of the alcohol, but because of the fact that any place selling cheaper goods meant that it was smuggled. Not necessarily, and not always; but in this day and age he was sure it could be nothing else.

So he enters this somewhat run down club behind the busy streets of downtown Chicago, surprisingly packed with locals, a pungent smell of alcohol immediately welcoming him. A smell he thought he was used to, but clearly not enough to refrain from wincing, his eyebrows furrowed at the chaos and the crowd; at the suffocation he felt walking in.

At the centre of this chaos stood, in all her glory, the lead singer, her sweet voice accentuated by the saxophone, trumpet and piano quartet. She stood below the dim yellow chandelier hung above her as a spotlight, in her white satin, semi beaded dress which fell just below her knees, rather provocative.

He doesn't look away until Brown reminds him of the wine testing and ushers him towards a VIP booth.

He makes his way through the crowd, pushing against bodies dancing the Charleston, a recently popular dance that Minho found amusing. All this while, he probes the ins and outs of the club, looking for all entry ways through which big cartons could arrive, as well as places for them to be stored.

All he found was a door that appeared to lead into the dressing rooms. That didn't deter his ambitions though, because he knew that behind this lively exterior, there had to be secrets involved . He would do whatever he had to in order to uncover the operation.

If he had any flaws, it would be this, that he was too stubborn to give up on what his intuition said. He was hard headed, but in no way was he stupid. He'd be devious if it was necessary, he'd lie if he had to. He'd also seduce if it was extreme.

Well, it wasn't his first time trying. He'd done it before, at least six attempts, and maybe five successful ones. The last one was into girls, and he hoped, fairly desperate that this one wasn't.

After a while, he uses needing a trip to the toilet as a somewhat acceptable reason for leaving the now boring session. The drunk men weren't their most reasonable, and paid no heed to the poor excuse. Apparently being a connoisseur meant taking proper breaks. He shrugs it off with a smile, promising to come back in some time.

Lies.

He was long gone to meet his mysterious flapper who he surveyed every corner for.

Under the new frosted light bulbs bought for the bar, you found yourself in the company of many men and women alike, all desperately trying to sink their teeth into your precious minutes. All of whom you appreciated but wanted nothing to do with. Most of them were here to sign record deals from new radio channels wanting to capitalise on the upcoming modern woman movement. All of which you supported but didn't see yourself working as.

Not because you liked working as the main singer for a rundown jazz club. But because your actual work meant that you were never supposed to find fame. Fame meant prying eyes, and nosey neighbours; something you'd have none of in this lifetime.

Why risk it for fame, when you had important business to take care of here?

You had to make sure that not a single thing was out of line and that not a single person would ever find out of the secret second business run here.

So far, you've done a good job at pretending to be the club's owner's sister. And although it was true, the story behind renovating your grandma's old house into a jazz club wasn't. There was no grandma's old house, there was no renovation, no grandma either. This was always a place for trade.

Your kind of trade. Where you’d find the good dupes and sell it at a higher price, and the actual bottles would be shipped out for a lump sum.

The excess or the bad bottles would be sold in this club, at a discount. It was pretty simple actually, and it made you money.

Sure it was illegal. But sometimes you needed the money, no questions asked. This was how your family knew to fend. This is how you'd continue to fend for yourself.

The risks you took were calculated, and you weren't afraid. While your brother looked after the actual shipments, you'd deliver intel.

You were in control of all the information passing through here. Nothing happening in town would ever slip away from your grasp.

So what if it was a jazz club?

Most people from different backgrounds always ended up at your 'Charmer Club'.

Most people let themselves go. They always ended up telling the bartender about their business, the dirty dealings that they've also been up to. The fact that most were more grey than the white that they appeared to be.

It was no different for you.

And if there was any difference, it was that you'd never let yourself slip-up. You weren't stupid. You weren't a naïve little Tomato like most believe. Even if you did find yourself faltering, you'd know how to convince others into changing their mind about you.

The same way you knew you could convince Mr Brown that you were interested in the specificities of wine when he almost caught you switching bottles from the basement. You barely convinced him, saying that true wine from France would have plum and black cherry aromas, which it did have. Lucky for you, Mr Brown had no idea that dupes could have chemical fragrances added to them too, because he'd never had to collect wine right from the port. Defeated, he said he'd ask his "very dear friend" to figure out the truth.

At first, you were shocked that there was another wine connoisseur you didn't know of, but after asking your people to investigate, you realised why Mr Brown was so confident. Why he was after your tail.

You knew he was new to this part of town; an insanely handsome, Big Cheese foreigner who wasn't yet used to life in America.

That his speciality was French Wine, and that if he was rich here, he was even richer back home. That he might even be a scofflaw, since he hung around in as many alcohol parties as he could, including the ones for the middle class. This piques your interest, and in a long while, you haven't been as excited to unearth someone's mask.

Now, all you had to do was wait. Because you hoped, no, you knew he would come to find you tonight, regardless of never having spoken before. Because most people do the first time they visit this club.

Most people come looking for you when you're done singing. Because they're enthralled, curious, or physically attracted to you. Because you're almost too beautiful for them to admire from a distance. Because you had "eyes like an angel that drew everyone to paradise".

These weren't just based on what you heard, but accounts from your members, beyond tired of regulars ravishing about you. But that wasn't enough for you. You needed beyond sensuality to tempt and guarantee clients. Sure your circle of customers had grown over the last five years you took over, but that didn't mean the risk had dissipated.

So while your confidence was with justification, your anxiety insisted on you keeping things tight-lipped. You had to know everything that occurred in this paltry but pertinent place.

Maybe that was why you were grateful when your target approaches you of his own accord. His deep brown eyes intent on yours, his long hands embellished by his expensive Rolex oyster, an uncommon wrist watch that very few would dream of affording, an orange tie loosened as though he had drunk the daylights out of himself.

He was perfect. Handsome and tipsy, what else would you want out of a person who had the potential to figure out that your French wine happened to be local American?

"Stunning performance," you hear a deep voice say, in a slurred accent, you can't tell if it was because he was French, or just drunk.

"Thanks, first time here?" you ask.

He nods, leaning ahead. "Mr Brown told me, you have some really good wine down here, something I might be familiar with."

"Ahh you must be the foreigner Mr Brown keeps raving about... Mr?"

"Just call me Claude," he replies sweetly.

You raise your eyebrow. Was he so private as to not let his last name slip? You call the bartender over.

"A bottle of our finest Cheval Blanc." you look back and smile at him.

Claude smirks. "I'm familiar with this wine you know. It's made from the labour of my vineyards."

You examine his face, looking for any sign of deceit. You'd come across many con artists, most of whom didn't have adequate expertise in alcohol. Nobody knew the real in a world where fake was deliberately greater. But here's someone who claimed to be, here's someone who you were sure was lying, despite no hint of deceit.

Why would a rich French billionaire come down personally to your shabby store, instead of asking someone else to collect it?

Unless he had something to prove.

Soon the glasses are laid out, and half a bottle poured. You wait as he swirls the glass in his hand. Despite the loud jazz, you hear nothing but the sound of ice clinking in his glass, and the aroma of plum piercing through, making it difficult for you to breathe. You realise, that after a long time, you're nervous. You see him smell the alcohol briefly.

The cup reaches his lips, and he closes his pretty eyes. You watch him gulp a miniscule sip down. It is silent as his eyelashes flutter slowly as his mouth twitches in slight distaste. Just as anyone else would frown, but for some reason his seemed deliberate, and somewhat dangerous.

Dangerous was what Lee Minho thought you were, with the real thing in the glass in front of him. Somehow, he knew it wasn't a dupe. It had the same percentage of alcohol as he knew it should, and not one flavour felt out of place. But then again, he couldn't be sure; he wasn't actually the person he claimed to be. He wasn't an actual connoisseur. If this was the real thing, then it made no sense for you to sell it at a discount.

"Why is one bottle so cheap?" he asks carefully, leaning against the counter. This time, he looks at you in search of deceit. Instead all he reads is a hint of surprise on your face, along with a little bit of glee, he couldn't be sure.

"You should know after tasting them shouldn't you?" you ask, eyebrows raised, a small smile on your lips, as though you had it all figured out.

Lee Minho falters, suddenly unarmed. What did that mean? Did you admit that it was fake? Or were you trying to gauge his identity?

A wrong answer now, and he'd give himself away.

"Of course I know why, but I'd rather hear from you." he avoids, to which you don't reply.

He needs to draw everything from you. "The discounts are unreasonably low, especially for a Cheval Blanc. It almost hurts my pride," he playfully pouts.

He sees you shaking your head in slight disappointment, an amused smile along with it. "You shouldn't worry about that, you're not losing any money here," you whisper close to his ear.

He tries so hard to ignore the smell of may rose and jasmine that accompanied your Chanel no. 5 parfum, and he tried to ignore how some of the others gaped at him, envious of how close he'd gotten to you.

"How can I be sure?" he questions his breath slightly arrhythmic.

How would you know rather, whether a rich business man would have lost his money? Really nobody would know unless they went through the ledgers. Something you were sure didn't exist in his company, or else he'd know just how much he'd lost.

Everything he said pointed to him being a careless business owner, something you thought would never be possible for a man so rich. You scan through his appearance again, his suit looked genuine, the tweed proper. You even gently caress the back of his broad lapels to confirm. He was rich, but was he anything close to the person he says he is?

Out of all the people you met in this small place, there was one thing you knew too well. If something or someone is too good to be true, it probably was. He was no vineyard owner from France, foreigner maybe, but not someone who knows business.

Something about the way he tried so desperately to gauge your business instead of you meant that he wasn't here to play, nor was he here to strike a deal. Most businesses that advertise their brands try to get their way into you, instead of the business. They usually came knowing you were a snake charmer, someone who could sell all the bad ones for better prices. Selling rejected alcohol ended up being a way for them to reduce net losses.

The man in front of you, "Claude", could be one of two things. An embalmer like you, jealous of the profit you're making; or someone here to investigate your business. A situation you were familiar with.

Multiple cops had come to investigate before, all of whom were easy to shut up. However the person in front of you didn't feel like a cop, he didn't try to exert power, nor did he try to undermine yours. A man so hard to read, you weren't sure how to make head or tail of who he really was.

"Hmm, I'll tell you why I sell it for less, only if you tell me why you don't think it should be sold for less" you offer, laying out your cards in front of him. His response would determine if he was a tremendous, or poor master of deception.

"It is indeed the real thing; however the aroma feels diluted, although the drink's concentration seems correct, I understand that it is from a batch of wine of secondary quality made from bad grapes. However the year it was made in, suffered from excessive rain, and the waterlogged condition meant that production had reduced that year. It would make sense for you to sell it for a higher price due to excess demand."

You smirk, as he got the question right. Somehow, he knew his stuff. The details however did feel as if he had thoroughly prepared for an interrogation.

"Unfortunately the people who buy here don't care about a particular year, they care just for the alcohol. It matters to only a few, such as Mr Brown and your friends who care enough to investigate, Claude."

"We're just curious, after all we're linked to the industry at some level. You don't need to feel offended young lady, if I may ask for your name?"

"My name is a secret for those who I meet for the first three times, if you return after our third meeting, I'll tell you. For now, goodbye; I have other patrons to meet."

With that you leave hastily, already unnerved at the fact that he somehow picked at your disguise. Annoyed yet excited.

After a long time, you had something vaguely resembling a challenge, and the following meetings would ensure that you get every second worth of thrill from him. You'd make sure that Claude, or whatever his handsome name was would only tread carefully from now.

Hey there! This took me too long to write, but I tried something extremely different this time.

Please give me feedback, I'd appreciate it a lot!

Love Macaroon 💖

#stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know imagines #lee know fanfic #lee know fanfiction #lee minho x reader #lee minho imagines #lee minho fanfic

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xpurdyglambertx · 7 months

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Four SPN characters of your choice are in a bake-off. The category is "Cake That Represents One Of Your Fellow Contestants". What do they all make?

Oh boy, you're asking someone who worked at a bakery, so this is gonna be fun 🤣

I'll do the dad trio and their tiny baby - Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack

So Cas picks Dean to make his cake for, and he spends several days prior to the bake off researching cake flavors, how to make cake, different culinary techniques, etc. etc. He settles on being an overachiever as always. He wants to incorporate things Dean loves -alcohol and apple pie. Cas makes a caramel apple cake, baked using Angry Orchard and green apple compote, with a salted caramel flavored buttercream. It's 3 tiers, and the structure leans a little bit, but the even-ness of the icing is impressive. It's garnished with evenly cut apple slices on top.

Dean picks Cas because, of course, they're common law married. Dean has no fucking idea how to bake. He can grill his ass off, but think about Jack's birthday cake. This is very much that vibe. But Dean wants it to be personal somehow. He does a vanilla box mix cake, using food dye to make the actual cake part yellow. Not sure if it was the right way to do it, he adds a bunch of honey to the batter, hoping to make the cake honey flavored for his theme idea. He picks a regular blue colored vanilla frosting, the kind in the little jar from the baking isle, and uses a butter knife to frost it, so it's slightly lumpy all over but he still tries to take his time and make it neat. The blue is supposed to represent the sky. Then Dean finally takes some yellow, black, and white frosting, and as best he can draws little bees all over it, smiling like an idiot the whole time he does it.

Sam picks Jack, he just knows that Dean and Cas will choose each other, and doesn't want Jack to feel left out. Sam wants to keep it simple so he's not in over his head. He knows that Jack really likes nougat, but what the hell even is nougat? The closest thing he can think of is marshmallow, so that would have to do. So Sam (with Eileen's help) makes a chocolate cake with little chocolate chips inside. He does a 2 layer, single tier cake, the frosting is flavored like marshmallow, and it's an off-white color. To make it a bit more nougat-y, he says fuck it and sticks Charleston Chews all over it and calls it decoration.

Jack can't pick who to make his cake after, and just like Cas, he is an overachiever. He does a 3 tier cake that absolutely kicks all of their asses. Tier one- spiced rum cake with regular buttercream frosting. Heavy on the rum, for Dean. Middle tier - for Sam, Jack makes a vegan zucchini cake with a cream cheese frosting. Everyone else thinks it tastes amazing because it does, but Dean won't try it because he thinks it's nasty after seeing the green shreds of zucchini inside. And then the top layer was for Cas. With a lot of experimenting, he manages to do a PBJ flavor inspired cake with a grape jam filling. Everyone is astonished by the artistic ability in the piping he does on this tier. It is covered in flowers and bees.

Hands down, Jack wins, and their fridge and freezer are filled with leftover cake for weeks.

#stop this was fking cute #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #destiel #castiel #sam winchester #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #jack kline #tfw #tfw 2.0

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 27/08/2022**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: some swearing, kenny being a little flirty bitch, ethan page being the best shit stirrer (ILHSM)

Word count: 2.8K

A/N: Part 2 of this mini fic I’m constructing is finally up! 💖 Bare with me y’all I know it’s a slow burn but you know the saying, treat ‘em mean, keep em keen 🤪

For Reference:

“All Ego” Ethan Page is Julian

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Post-breakfast led to a workout in the gym with Ethan, before you both grabbed some quick lunch back at the hotel’s catering and went your respective ways back to your rooms to shower.

Having washed off the sweat and gym grime you’d gone to Twitter, curious to see what everyone was talking about in the lead up to tonight’s Dynamite episode.

Of course the number one topic of interest was Kenny’s return.

You’d seen the Bucks’ recent video of Being The Elite, with the little teaser of Kenny’s theme music at the end giving you excited chills when you first watched it.

That was four hours ago, as now you sat in an Uber on route to the Charleston Coliseum, ready to meet up with the Bucks. Being EVP’s, they had a few other jobs to sort before this evening and had headed down a couple of hours before yourself.

C: 5 mins away.

You text the group chat that contains you and the Bucks, announcing your soon-to-be arrival.

A thumbs up emoji in response. You toss your phone onto the seat beside you, bouncing your legs up and down nervously. Why were you so jittery? You were trying to convince yourself that it couldn’t be anything to do with Kenny, although maybe you were feelings some pre-match nerves for him. It was understandable, but you felt as though you didn’t deserve to be nervous.

Although you’d not seen him training, you knew that Matt and Nick had recently been working this match out with him and neither of them had seemed to hint towards Kenny not being ready to return. You trusted the man’s judgement.

The Uber came to a slow crawl in front of the arena, where there were a few avid, dedicated fans already stood outside the doors of the venue.

You weren’t opposed to meeting fans, on the contrary, you actually loved it and loved meeting such a variety of interesting people. However today you really needed to get inside and ready for the show, which would only be delayed if you were to get out here and potentially risk being recognised.

Politely you ask the driver to continue around the side, where the production trucks and loading bays would be. Here, you could silently head into the building, knowing that security would be manning the side entrances.

You thank the driver, promising to tip him extra as a gesture of appreciation, before heading through the doors at the back of one of the loading bays. Inside there are two security guards stood in the corridor as you predicted, who stop you for identification. You pull out an AAA pass that you keep on your person.

Satisfied, the guards let you pass unbothered, so you shrug your rucksack a bit more securely onto your shoulders and continue on.

C: Where you guys at?

N: Just finishing up a small meeting with TK, head to locker room 6A it’ll have a sign on it!!

You ask another guard nearby where room 6A is, unable to see any signs along the corridor you were walking down that would help you understand where you needed to be.

She directs you up some stairs to the next floor and sends you left, heading further towards where the main area of the venue is.

Finally you spot a door with a piece of paper Blu-tacked to it which states in bold black letters: ELITE DRESSING ROOM - BUCKS, OMEGA & ALPHA.

You can’t help a little smile form on your lips as you read the sign. Turning the handle you find it unlocked, noting that the lights are on, which means someone’s inside.

“Matt? Nick?” You call out confusedly, unable to find anyone sat in the room. Their bags are strung up on some hooks to the far left, so you know they’ve been here already.

There’s the sound of water rushing in the bathroom which stops soon after you call out for the Jackson brothers. You knock timidly on the bathroom door, hoping you don’t startle the occupier. The door opens quickly enough that in the blink of an eye the ugly shade of blue paint is replaced by a broad chest covered with a zip up AEW hoodie. Craning your head back you find Kenny, a smirk perking up on his lips when he sees you standing in front of him.

“Just me, unfortunately.” He jokes, leaning forward slightly, his shoulder resting against the doorframe. The subtle movement brings his body closer to yours.

You force words out this time, not wanting a repeat of earlier today for fear of seeming unprofessional and fangirlish. Although that’s all you felt like when you were around him.

“Nothing unfortunate about it!” You reply, a little too cheerfully. His smile only widens at your remark, showing you a pearly set of teeth as he finds great humour in how you seem to be scrambling for words.

Unable to take his unwavering gaze any more, you turn away and walk over to the other side of the room, feeling the pressure on your chest lift. You felt ridiculous, unable to act normal around someone you’d never met before yet had idolised for so long.

You’d not had nerves this bad since your first time debuting on Dynamite.

Taking a seat on one of the worn leather couches, you pull out your phone, glancing over to see Kenny still stood in the doorway, although he’s also looking at something on his phone.

A ping from your phone pulls your eyes away from the man stood across the room from you, finding a text from Ethan.

E: U @ the venue already? x

You roll your eyes at his texting, but can’t help a little humoured snort come out. You clap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, eyes instantly shifting to Kenny whose head had popped up at the sound. The pout was gone and he offered you a genuine smile this time.

“How cute.” He comments, before going back to his phone, walking over to the other leather couch opposite the coffee table in front of you as he texts someone. You find warmth radiating in your cheeks at his comment, cursing yourself internally for getting worked up over something so stupid.

You scold yourself and shoot Ethan a text back.

C: Yeah, just sat with Kenny waiting for Matt and Nick x

Ethan’s next reply comes through not even a minute later.

E: JUST sat? thought u were 2 nervous lol x

You scowl at his message, tempted to ferociously stick your finger up at your screen in response. You decide against it, not wanting Kenny to notice and start asking awkward questions that you definitely weren't calm enough to answer with a convincing lie.

C: Fuck off, also not to be grammar police but your spelling is 💩

E: Ur chicken 💩 for being 2 scared and stop trying 2 change subjects

C: I’m changing subjects by ending this convo lol, bye J x

E: Bye chicken 💩 x

His last response brings a smile to your face. You’ve always appreciated Julian’s humour and how easily he can turn your mood around.

“Texting a boyfriend?” Kenny asks earnestly, although you note the hint of curiosity in his voice as he looks over the top of his phone at you.

You can’t help but laugh at his question. “Not quite.” You reply, not wanting to feel as though you’re openly advertising yourself as single. You knew Kenny didn’t really have much of a love life, but you’d be damned if you’d make him think that you were trying to actively throw yourself at anyone who was available.

His eyebrow raises with interest. “What does not quite mean? Are you friends with...”

“No!” You shout, immediately feeling embarrassed at the volume you used. “It’s not like that at all. Just friends.” You assure him, although you’re not sure why you feel the need to. What does it matter to him if you’re seeing someone or not?

That same smirk appears on his unfairly attractive lips again and you can tell he’s enjoying winding you up, although you can’t detect any malice behind it.

“I’m only messing, you don’t need to feel so wound up around me. I’m not that scary am I?” He asks you, his head tilting slightly in question like a dog’s would, his body language relaxed and not at all intimidating.

You let out a heavy sigh. “No, sorry.” You apologise, feeling sheepish for the overreaction. He shakes his head, standing up and moving over so that he’s in front of you. Once again, you have to pull your head back just to be able to make eye contact with him.

“Don’t apologise, I get nervous too.” He offers you a hand in polite gesture. You take it, ignoring that same electric feeling you get whenever your skin seems to make contact with his. He pulls you forward in your seat, bending down and resting his hand on the couch armrest, his curls tickling your cheek as he brings his mouth level to your ear. You can smell his aftershave, a welcoming scent that reminds you of back in Canada. It makes you feel slightly homesick.

“I won’t bite, unless you ask me too.” The sensation of warm air lightly brushing over your ear and neck sends the most delicious tingles down your spine, a familiar warm sensation pooling in the bottom of your stomach.

There’s the tell tale sound of Matt and Nick approaching, the two of them talking loudly to who you assume to be Brandon. Kenny retreats back to his seat, much to your chagrin, with a shit-eating grin on his face. As he sits down the door opens with the Bucks and, you guessed it, Brandon appearing, all seeming chipper and excited.

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You’re finished dressing up for the night, wearing a subtler version of your ring makeup and having styled your hair in a way that you like which is casual but cute. The jeans you’ve styled with an off the shoulder top and leather jacket have a BTE patch embroidered on one of the back pockets and you’ve sneakily Tippex-ed an omega sign on the other.

As you bend down to tie up the laces on your trusty Dr Martens you hear a chuckle behind you. Peering over your shoulder you see Kenny pulling out his gear for the evening, his gaze fixed on the symbol you’ve drawn on your backside.

“My eyes aren’t on my ass Omega, keep them up here.” You gesture to your face, standing up straight and giving him the most coquettish smile you can muster.

He grins at your words. With an amused shrug he turns his back on you, pulling off his hoodie so you can’t get a clear view of his body. You do get a view of his back and can see the muscles shift as he runs a hand through his curls. He’s not lost much of his physique in his time off and you have to praise him for that.

You catch Matt’s eye as you go to leave, noticing the wicked grin on his face as his eyes flick back and forth between you and Kenny.

You decide to go find a TV somewhere quiet to watch tonight’s show alone, feeling the need to clear your head before you go out in front of the ravenous crowd.

The show goes well, with the Danielson/Garcia storyline progressing and providing a sweet moment where the crowd chants for Garcia instead of booing him. Punk calls out Hangman unnecessarily, which you find to be out of order, knowing full well that Adam isn’t here tonight to defend himself.

You give a small cheer for Mox when he comes back out later on to call Punk out again, interrupting Tony Nese’s entrance.

Whilst Toni and Kilynn battle it out in the ring together you take this as a good point to stroll towards the backstage area near the tunnels. You’ve had well over an hour to relax and unwind, which you feel has done you the world of good.

As you approach, you spot Don Callis stood a way off with Kenny. The Bucks are nowhere to be seen yet, so you stand around on your phone. You eventually feel a presence and look up to see Kenny stood beside you, fiddling with the tape around his wrists. He’s decked out in a sleeveless, duster-like jacket, with a black compression top on underneath. A precaution, perhaps?

Then you spot the shoulder brace protecting his left side.

“Are you sure you’re ready to wrestle?” You ask him, concern laced into your tone. He doesn’t answer, still struggling with a bit of tape that’s dangling off his wrist. You stand in front of him and grab his arm, tucking the end of the tape in so that it’s secure. With no further distraction he’s forced to look at you.

“There’s no question about it. Besides, this is all just kayfabe for the audience. I feel great.” He assures you, although you can sense his true feelings in his voice. You search his eyes, but all you can see right now is worry. Someone who is scared of doing the one thing he loves the most and screwing it up.

You can hear Le Faccion Ingobernable’s theme hit in the background and know that very shortly you’ll have to go out there with the Bucks.

“Be careful out there. I’d rather you walk back here a winner than us have to carry you back.” You tell him, a fuzzy feeling spreading in your chest when a soft smile spreads across his face, his eyes twinkling with a newfound passion.

“I dread to think what the AEW’s mighty Alpha would do to me if I wasn’t careful.” His tone is playful once more, and you can’t see any hint of those pesky nerves that you feel all too often. Come to think of it though, you didn’t felt nervous around him at all right now, something which you take joy in, as you finally feel relaxed in his presence. Maybe it’s the humbleness of him, that sudden realisation that Kenny Omega is not the god-like character you see him as onscreen.

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You could’ve killed him following that barrier spot. Careful, is what you had asked for and this was his idea of it?

Part of you felt like a mark for getting so worked by Kenny’s impeccable selling of each injury and every spot, yet every single strike or move that connected with his body made you cringe.

At the end of the match, following a slight struggle to get the One-Winged Angel, Kenny got the pin and it was finally over. You could breathe easy again.

Remembering that you were still on air, you slid into the ring and knelt beside him, placing a hand on his side where you could feel the bandages wrapping up his torso underneath his shirt.

The Bucks beckoned you to leave the square, knowing the turn on Dragon Lee that was about to take place in the ring. You both slid out and stepped away, one of your arms wrapped around his waist as Kenny leant on you, his “good” arm wrapped around your shoulders. As you closed the distance to reach Matt and Nick, Kenny turns his head and buries his face into your hair, obscuring his lips, from the camera.

“I’m okay.” He mutters to you.

It’s all you need to quell the worry that has sat in your stomach for the past 25 minutes.

Although you know he was only doing so to hide his face, you can’t help but feel a wave of goose bumps erupt at the nape of your neck from the feeling of his lips brushing your ear. You have to mentally slap yourself in order to not lose focus on your current task of acting it up for the camera.

You don’t see the Hammerlock DDT that Andrade enacts on Dragon Lee, but you hear the confused shouts of the crowd and finally see the live feed on the screens go off.

The show is over. But not quite.

Nick runs to the ring, hoping to defend Dragon and in doing so warding off Andrade and Rush. Matt helps Dragon out of the ring and you watch as he manages to hobble off backstage. Kenny moves back towards the ring, his arm leaving your shoulders and instead grabbing your hand, bringing you along with him. His hold never breaks as he helps you up the steel steps.

Matt is sat on the ropes, creating a gap for you to slip through and Kenny follows suit, having retrieved a microphone from Justin Roberts.

You stand in the ring as Kenny addresses the crowd in earnest regarding his return to wrestling. You stand quietly, unable to stop the infectious smile that is plastered across your face as you listen to him.

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RJ’s notes Part 77 by Shanbear16

A visit to the James O. Rigney, Jr. archives

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A few weeks ago I was visiting family in Myrtle Beach for the first time. I figured since we were only a few hours away from Charleston I would take a trip down there to visit the College of Charleston’s James Oliver Rigney, Jr. archives. I’ve been a massive WoT fan since around 1998 and was active in online fan communities for a while. Visiting the archives was sort of like a bucket list thing for me. Unfortunately, they didn’t allow any photos (I think that restriction drops sometime in the 2030s). However, they did have a great display put up in honor of the TV show so I was able to take pictures of that. I was also able to take notes! I know there have been a couple of other fans who have posted about what they found in the archives, but I’m hoping I found a couple of things that haven’t been mentioned yet. I’m just going to kind of bullet list some things others might find interesting. Things in quotes are as they were written in the files.

In the plot summary circa 1984-1989 Egwene is spelled “Eguene”

Speaking of different names, Rand was originally Rhys al’Thor The Dragon Reborn, The Hammer

There were a lot of notes and prophecies from Le Morte D’Arthur (which is Sir Thomas Malory’s 15th century telling of the King Arthur story) including a note about “sangreal” being an alternate name for The Holy Grail.

There were a bunch of notes on Arthurian lore in general

There were also notes from The White Goddess (a book by Robert Graves published in 1948 that draws a lot on Irish and Welsh mythology. As far as I can tell Graves tries to connect poetry and mythology together somehow. I’m not sure as I’m unfamiliar with this book). Jordan made a specific note of the name Kadsuane from the book.

Also from the outline: “If the power wielder who first finds al’Thor is at some point made into a crone by the Powers of Sa’khan, she will be a perfect precursor for the hag in the Maiden-Nymph-Hag trio. al’Thor would be the means of her rescue, but not in the same book in which the disaster strikes her.” I found this really interesting because it highlights where Jordan initially wanted this story to go

He also had a note to himself asking if the number of ages should be 7 (“as in so many legends and the bible”) or 9 which would be “a number of magical properties.”

The outline also names “Nyneve Bayal” and “Thom Merilyn”

In his original description of Emond’s Field he noted that the stones from the quarry near the town were used more than 1,000 years before. Also, the ancient city that existed was not noted as Manetheran but as “Etheran”

In the original outline I couldn’t find any mention of Mat or Perrin.

The original name for angreal was “Cris”

Ogier was initially spelled “ogyr.” Speaking of Ogyr, they were initially shorter than men. They were primarily lumbermen and miners.

Lews Therin Telamon? Nah, he was originally called Jaran Telamon!

In Jordan’s notes on books 2-6 the story was originally going to go in a totally different place. Rand was going to be shipwrecked on the coast of “a blight” and he wanders. He becomes Morgase’s lover for a time (!!!!). This is what makes Galad bitter. Rand was to be taken prisoner by “the Queen of the land where he was raised, Elyn’s mother. She wants to kill him but Elyn convinces her not to." Rand is instead blinded by hot irons and turned loose to wander as a beggar. There was a note that he would regain his sight later.

Sea Folk= “oriental/Polynesian” people in appearance

Stone of Tear was originally “Stone of Stair”

“Parts of the Arthurian Legend will be blended with Norse myth, Greek myth, and others.”

From the Memory of Light outline: a reminder to himself that “Dragon is one with the land,” “eclipse should be a central scene in the Last Battle,” and a reference to the Karaethon Cycle told by Thom in The Great Hunt chapter 26 to Rand.

Egwene was to become pregnant!

I can’t remember if this was in the book or not. Mat was to go to Tar Valon. Egwene summons Siuan. Siuan retrieves the Horn of Valere from a secret hiding spot in the study and gives it to Mat.

Aludra’s cannon was originally 3 miles long. RJ made a note that this might possibly be excessive. I personally found that note to be hilarious.

A continuity note from the 1980s says bonding is sex specific (note from me: I think he means gender here?). Men can bond women and women can only bond men. Sooooo clearly this is something that changed!

Warder weapon skill and tracking ability is not given via bonding - this is a skill the warder inherently has.

Jordan considered the name Garad Winden Marsan for Artur Hawkwing.

Here’s another one about the Ogier - there were to be tales that Ogier possess boots that allow one of them to cover ten leagues at a stride in the ways. “Jarad Farstrider (of the story)” supposedly stole (or came in possession of ) a pair of these boots.

Parry Coomb was going to be the closest village to Emond’s Field.

The following may be the absolute best thing I read in Jordan’s notes. I loved it so much I wrote the whole thing word for word:

“How many traditional fantasy elements do we have? If so, under what conditions, and in what manifestations? Giants? Elves? Dwarves? Trolls? Ogres? (no fucking unicorns, that’s for damned sure!) Dragons? Beasts of mystery and magic? Sentient animals? Sentient plants? Spirits? Gods?

No Gods

No spirits

No dragons

Beasts of mystery? Certainly, creatures of and creations of the Power

Trolls:Trollocs

Ogres:Ogyr

Giants: The Green Man might qualify. Others? Most likely not"

I went through stacks and stacks of world building notes (an example of this is a list of what each nation calls The Dark One). I also came across a stack of papers about 4 inches tall of questions for Maria Simons (continuity editor and research assistant for Team Jordan) with a few answers that she provided.

So that’s everything I took notes on! It was really neat seeing his world building and original ideas for the series. Every now and then I saw a personal note in there including a note about taking Harriet’s car to the mechanic!

I will say the librarians and staff in Special Collections were lovely (even if they had to talk me down from 45 boxes I asked to be pulled down to 20). I’m a librarian who has had some training in archives which I mentioned when I made my appointment, but nothing I looked at required special handling so I think if anyone is interested in visiting they need only make an appointment!

#wheel of time #notes #robert jordan #charleston #spoiler #a memory of light #photo #rand al'thor #egwene al'vere #ogier #atha'an miere

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beezonia · 1 year

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Expanding on the AA Ballroom dancing au

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Franziska ends up partnering with a reluctant gumshoe, he’s very good at the Charleston and salsa she helps him improve in the ballroom dances though

Mia and Maya along with little Pearl both work and dance at the wrights studios (Phoenix’s parents own it!)

Pheonix’s parents were both dancers but his father had an accident that caused him to stop dancing leaving his mother to dance with their friend Gregory instead

Mia and Diego were pretty much like Fran and scott from strictly ballroom. She was new on the scene when he met her and he was a well established dancer with his partner Lina

Her old dance studio really underestimated her along with Morgan who pushed her to the limit causing her to quit and go to wright studios

There she met pheonix who was still also a bad dancer and she took him under his wing

Diego ends up loosing lina too another man and so he has to find a new partner and chooses Mia it causes a huge uproar in the community

But they mesh extremely well and fall in love in the process

They both teach now with the occasional show dance at competitions

Ema, Apollo, Athena and trucy are training at wrights

Klavier and simon are training with fran and miles at the karma studios

Ron and Desirée are also a couple

Dahlia and Iris are there too (Morgan forced them to dance there)

Maya is working at both sneaking around along with Mia to see her other family

There she meets fran and stuff happens it’s a forbidden romance again

Ema, Kay and maya are a trio you’ll find them choreographing silly little moves or dances

Athena sometimes joins

her and apollo are dance partners!

Pheonix and miles are sort of enemies to lovers in this

Trying to think of who ken rilings would be in this au but I can only think of dahlia and then Iris is lis

Klavier meets Apollo and instantly falls in love but obviously Apollo is like “leave me alone” and their in opposite studios so it doesn’t work well

The Wright studios have a dance of every Friday and when pheonix invites miles for the first time they are all like why is he here

They all have there worries but most of them fall in love with miles anyway

#ace attorney au #miles x phoenix #miles edgeworth #pheonix wright #mia fey #diego armando #maya fey #franziska von karma #franmaya #athena cykes #ema skye #simon blackquill #apollo justice #strictly ballroom au #ballroom dancing au

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believerindaydreams · 1 year

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Trying to decide what FNV custom house mod to upgrade my trio to, but I already gave Arcade and Benny the North Las Vegas house, Goodsprings is a lil too small town for their weird activities, and the big casinos are just like. no. not them.

Cottonwood Cove has the right atmosphere if I hadn't totally obliterated it. I was very fond of the Milkman farm but. hmm. that would have been better for the Carla foursquare. Ulysses' ranch too obviously belongs to someone else. Mt Charleston? That's a thought.

uggggh what do you mean there isn't an intuitive answer for "what fan created content of an RPG shooter best suits two Brits and an alien"

#fallout new vegas #catching the butterfly #for fic purposes not for playing #for playing it's hard to beat No Loading Screens Novac

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dailychaceccrawford · 2 years

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tripleellc: SPOTTED: The golden boy of the Upper East Side on the beach in Charleston. Rumor is, Nate is taking a break from his mayoral campaign…but who is he with?

Or wait my sources say they are confused because is it Nate or is it Kevin Moskowitz aka The Deep?

The anon tip we received said that Nate Archibald was seen with a mystery girl. Was it you?? Are you trying to help him cover the even bigger news that Nate went on to become a Sup and member of The Seven?!

Either way, you should come meet Chace Crawford who charmed his way into our hearts from the streets of NYC and currently is swimming our way from the set of the super hot amazon prime show, The Boys! Chace will be with us Sunday, August 21st, in Charleston, SC, and will have Photo ops, autographs, and a 30 minute meet and greet. He’ll also have a duo op with @edwestwick, a duo op with @jessicaszohr, a trio op with Ed & Jessica, and of course we’ll round it out with a Gossip Girl Group op with Chace, Ed, Jessica, @zuzannawanda, & @aaronschwartz11!

You know you love me, now get a chance to love him too!

Tickets on sale NOW at www.epiccons.com

Photo ops: $80

Autos: $60

Meet and Greet: $300

XOXO,

Your Epic Gossip Girls

#chace crawford #source: instagram #ep-ix & chill #convention

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Vermont: 2023-24 America East Men's Basketball Champions

The University of Vermont men's basketball team found out in the third game the resolve it possessed — however incalculable it might be to truly measure such a trait.

The Catamounts' roaring comeback vs. Charleston on Nov. 16 at the Myrtle Beach Invitational was the first of five victories this season after trailing by 10 or more points.

"We just knew the kind of guys we had in the locker room, it didn’t matter how far down we were," Vermont junior forward Ileri Ayo-Faleye said. "We had the type of dudes who were going to fight back and never give up."

No deficit too big to overcome. No foe too imposing to handle. Nothing, it seemed, could rattle this year's Catamounts.

And for the third straight March, Vermont's opponent in the America East championship game couldn't break that will. The Catamounts host this day, and own it, annually.

Behind Ayo-Faleye and Shamir Bogues' 94 feet of influence, the top-seeded Catamounts outlasted No. 2 UMass Lowell despite a halftime deficit for a 66-61 victory in the league's title game at sold-out Patrick Gym on Saturday, sealing a championship three-peat and booking yet another berth to the NCAA Tournament.

On a 10-game winning streak, the Catamounts (28-6) join the 2004-05 Vermont squad with three consecutive league tournament titles. The Catamounts, with 11 conference titles to extend their league record, have won five of the last six America East championships.

They'll learn their seed, site and opponent during Selection Sunday on CBS (6 p.m. eastern).

"This group is just so resilient and so tough and these two guys up here epitomize that as much as anybody in our program," 13-year UVM coach John Becker said of Ayo-Faleye and Bogues. "Really, they were the pillars of our program this year. The relentlessness, the athleticism, the instincts with which they play with is breathtaking. They brought so much joy to Catamount Country."

Bogues, a junior transfer guard from Tarleton State, was named the tournament's most outstanding player after collecting 15 points, nine rebounds, three assists, four steals and no turnovers in 32 minutes in Saturday's final. Ayo-Faleye, a second-year transfer from Rhode Island, posted nine points, five boards, four assists, two steals, a trio of blocks and no turnovers in 36 minutes.

"We were down at half and still found a way to win," said Ayo-Faleye, who earned a spot on the all-championship team. "We stayed the course, listened to the coaches, listened to the messaging and just applied it. This time of year it’s all about execution."

Said Bogues: "Our message coming in was to stay together. And that’s what we did today."

TJ Long, also on the all-championship squad, sank four 3-pointers and totaled 14 points and three assists. Fifth-year senior Aaron Deloney added a dozen points thanks to a 7-for-8 effort at the foul line and one game-sealing layup, and Nick Fiorillo added 11 points for the Catamounts.

Cam Morris (17 points, 10 rebounds), Brayden O'Connor (14 points) and Ayinde Hikim (11 points) each reached double figures for Lowell.

Saturday's championship encapsulated much of Vermont's gutsy season. The Catamounts struggled to score around the paint, had stretches of shooting dry spells from their outside threats, and had to work from behind. But like they've done all winter, the Catamounts drummed up answers with elite-level defense and a plenty of timely and much-needed Long 3-pointers.

"Knowing that there is going to be adversity throughout the game, just weathering the storm and being able to come out with the win is the most important thing," Ayo-Faleye said. "Never getting too high or too low, just staying even and knowing that we are going to pull it out."

Vermont's early, 19-11 advantage was wiped out by inefficiency on offense — seven straight missed field goals — and the River Hawks (22-10) not only climbed back into contention but took a 32-29 margin into halftime. A year ago, Lowell also had a slight edge at the break before Vermont pulled away.

"UMass Lowell — give them the credit they deserve. They’ve been a team that’s been nipping at our heels for the last bunch of years," Becker said. "They are tough, they are experienced. They battled and we knew it was going to be a tough game. I have a lot of respect for (coach Pat Duquette) and his program."

In a game that featured 11 lead changes and five ties, Vermont created breathing room with a 13-4 spurt highlighted by a pair of Fiorillo triples and an Ayo-Faleye hook shot for a 60-50 lead with 4:01 left in regulation.

To start the separating run, Fiorillo poured in a 3-pointer following Ayo-Faleye's drive into the paint and kick to the wing. Ayo-Faleye also got a crafty and nimble reserve layup to drop through and Bogues steered in a baseline runner on back-to-back possessions.

Ayo-Faleye's hook shot, though, was the type of offense Vermont had been lacking throughout the year without a true post-up presence. The Catamounts won without that position last year with Robin Duncan and Dylan Penn, and have pulled off a similar scheme with Bogues' skillset.

"I thought he made the biggest play of the game," Becker said of Ayo-Faleye's hook.

The Riverhawks made one last push, uncorking a quick 5-0 spurt to trail 60-55 with 3:29 to go. After Fiorillo's two foul shots and Connor's basket made it a five-point game again, Morris missed both of his free-throw attempts and Deloney, the team leader, soared for the final dagger to secure the Catamounts' three-peat.

Instead of letting the clock tick down, Deloney saw an opening to the basket, and the speedy guard bolted to the hoop for a finish off the glass and 64-57 lead with 43 seconds left.

Counting the championship awarded following the cancellation of the 2020 final due to the COVID-19 pandemic, Deloney is now a four-time America East tournament champion, joining former teammates Ben Shungu and Robin Duncan.

"You just get to see kids grow up. AD is a man now. He was a little kid when he got here," Becker said.

Vermont also pulled off three in a row with three remarkably different squads. The Catamounts reloaded this winter after the graduation of four starters, just like they had to do following the 2021-22 campaign. Their program mission remains in sight: Advance to the second weekend at the NCAA Tournament.

"These guys want to go to the tournament and we want to win. We are trying to get this program to Sweet 16s," Becker said. "We are a national brand, we are nationally relevant. I’m not going to let anyone in this program be comfortable with what we did or done. We want to do the next thing until I run out of goals and then I’ll retire if there’s nothing left to shoot for.

"I’m going to continue to try and dream big here."

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Novotney: A Long List of Different Futures for Wheeling

Denny Magruder. Rosemary Ketchum. Chad Thalman. The first three. And then Carl Carpenter, and Beth Hinebaugh, and finally, JT Thomas. The three surprises. Each of the first trio is “city experienced” with two of them current council members and the other a retired city executive. They know how the system works. They’ve seen the ripple effects of good and bad decisions. One advertises more of the same that’s taken place during his eight council years, another legislator wishes for a more progressive approach, and the third hopes to push the Friendly City back into “municipality mode.” Now, the three surprises are the curveballs of this campaign season because no one expected their respected candidacies, and no one really knows yet what each stands for when it comes to the future of Wheeling. We’ve heard about economic development and open conversations and an inclusive agenda, but we’ve not heard about experience and know-how and relationships in Charleston. At least not yet anyway. And we have to wonder if that is a good thing. Or a bad thing? One thing is for sure is that voters must consider the direction of this teetering town beyond the hopeful and dreamy renderings, right? The HONEST direction, right? But where is Wheeling headed right now? Will the Wheeling-Pitt Lofts ever become a reality? If not, will the new parking garage along Market Street live a life below the bottom line? Will the streetscape provoke economic development or simply supply pretty sidewalks and smooth roadways for the commercial activity already in place? After years of speculation, will a new hotel/conference center be constructed in downtown Wheeling? What kind of welcome center will be built on the corner of 10th and Main streets? How will the next mayor and council handle the homeless issue? The best advice anyone can offer a registered resident right now is to listen and learn so you can cast an educated vote for Wheeling’s next mayor and council members. Read the newspaper articles, listen to the radio interviews, and attend the unbiased gatherings. Instead of concentrating on friendships, focus on the long-term future of Wheeling. Read the full article

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LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

CHU BERRY, LE PARRAIN DU BOP

Né le 13 septembre 1908 à Wheeling, en Virginie occidentale, un important centre de la musique country qui était surnommé ‘’Little Nashville’’, Leon Brown "Chu" Berry��était le fils de Brown Berry et de Maggie Glasgow. Après avoir obtenu son diplôme au Lincoln High School de Wheeling, Berry a fréquenté le West Virginia State College de Charleston durant trois ans.

Issu d’une famille musicale (sa soeur Anne jouait du piano et pratiquait avec un trio de jazz dans la résidence familiale), Berry a commencé à s’intéresser à la musique dès son plus jeune âge.

Après avoir joué du saxophone alto dans des groupes locaux, Berry était passé au saxophone ténor sous l’influence de Coleman Hawkins dont il avait assisté à un des concerts. Durant sa jeunesse, Berry avait aussi accompagné sa soeur pianiste dans le cadre de danses scolaires.

À l’été 1928, Berry était retourné dans la vallée de l’Ohio après avoir passé un an au collège. Il s’était alors joint à un groupe de swing appelé les Broadway Buddies.

Selon le critique Gary Giddins, il existe deux explications possibles au surnom de Berry. La première hypohèse prétendait qu’il avait été surnommé ainsi parce qu’il avait tendance à ‘’mâcher’’ l’embouchure de soin saxophone. Le seconde hypothèse affirme au contraire que le surnom de Berry faisait référence à sa moustache de style ‘’Fu Manchu.’’

Berry a passé la majeure partie de sa carrière à jouer dans des groupes de swing. De 1929 à 1930, Berry avait obtenu son premier contrat professionnel avec le groupe de Sammy Stewart. C’est après avoir joué avec le saxophoniste ténor du groupe de Cecil Scott que Berry avait décidé d’adopter le saxophone ténor. Après avoir joué avec Benny Carter de 1932 à 1933, Berry avait été membre du groupe de Teddy Hill de 1933 à 1935, avant de faire partie du grand orchestre de Fletcher Henderson de 1935 à 1937, puis de celui de Cab Calloway avec qui il il s’était surtout fait connaître de 1937 à 1941. On reconnaît d’ailleurs à Berry le mérite d’avoir transformé l’orchestre de Calloway en groupe de jazz digne de son nom. Faisaient également partie de la formation Mario Bauza et Dizzy Gillespie.

Au cours de sa brève carrière, Berry avait aussi été très en demande comme musicien de studio avec des artistes comme Spike Hughes (1933), Bessie Smith (1933), the Chocolate Dandies (1933), Mildred Bailey (1935–1938), Teddy Wilson (1935–1938), Billie Holiday (1938–1939), Wingy Manone (1938–1939) Lionel Hampton (1939), Benny Carter et Count Basie.

Durant les années 1934 à 1939, pendant le séjour de Coleman Hawkins en Europe, Berry avait fait partie de la fine crème des jeunes saxophonistes ténors, comprenant Budd Johnson, Ben Webster et Lester Young, qui rivalisaient à l’époque pour obtenir la suprématie sur cet instrument. Particulièrement reconnu pour sa maîtrise de l’harmonie, Berry avait exercé une influence considérable sur les futurs chefs de file du bebop comme Charlie Parker et Dizzy Gillespie. Parker avait d’ailleurs baptisé son premier fils Leon en l’honneur de Berry, qui était de quatorze ans son aîné. Berry faisait aussi partie des pionniers qui avaient fait partie des célèbres jam sessions du Minton’s Playhouse de New York, qui avaient marqué l’acte de naissance du bebop.

Parmi les principales compositions de Berry, on remarquait la chanson "Christopher Columbus", sur laquelle Andy Razaf avait ajouté des paroles, et qui avait été le dernier enregistrement à succès de l’orchestre de Fletcher Henderson en 1936. Considéré comme une des pièces les plus populaires de l’ère swing, la chanson avait été plus tard incorporée dans l’arrangement de la pièce "Sing, Sing, Sing" pour l’orchestre de Benny Goodman écrit par Jimmy Mundy. Berry a également dirigé quatre sessions comme leader en 1937, 1938 et 1941.

Chu Berry est mort le 27 octobre 1941 à Conneaut, en Ohio, à la suite d’un accident d’automobile. Il était âgé de seulement trente-trois ans. Selon un article publié dans le journal Afro-American de Baltimore, Cab Calloway était en train de donner un concert à Toronto lorsqu’il avait appris la mort de Berry. Le journal avait ajouté que Calloway avait attendu quatre heures avant de prévenir les membres du groupe du décès du saxophoniste. Vingt minutes avant la fin du concert, Calloway avait finalement averti les musiciens de la mort de Berry. Le groupe avait interprété la pièce ‘’God Save the King’’ pour lui rendre hommage. Calloway avait par la suite franchi la distance séparant Rochester de Wheeling pour assister aux funérailles de Berry qui avaient eu lieu devant une assistance de plus de mille personnes.

Fortement influencé par Coleman Hawkins, Berry s’était vite affranci de son maître e n’avait pas tardé à développer son propre style. Même si Berry était au même niveau qu’Hawkins en ce qui concerne la sophistication harmonique, il lui était supérieur sur le plan du swing. Doté d’une technique irréprochable, Berry, tout en étant un magnifique interprète de ballades, excellait particulièrement dans les tempos rapides qui lui permettaient de démontrer son remarquable contrôle de la respiration et un incontestable sens du rythme. Hawkins lui-même portait Berry en très grande estime et le considérait comme un des meilleurs saxophonistes de sa génération.

SOURCES:

‘’Chu Berry.’’ Wikipedia, 2024.

‘’Chu Berry.’’ All About Jazz, 2024.

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Modern earthquakes in US could be aftershocks from quakes in the 1800s, scientists say

Allison Chinchar for CNN:

After large earthquakes, there is an expectation that aftershocks could occur in the hours and days that follow, but aftershocks from some of the strongest earthquakes in recorded United States history may still be happening — nearly 200 years later, new research has found.

Frequent aftershock activities stemming from a trio of quakes that occurred near the Missouri-Kentucky border between 1811 and 1812, and a separate earthquake in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1886, are likely continuing today, according to a study published recently in the Journal of Geophysical Research: Solid Earth.

Wait, events from 100-200 years ago continue to reverberate today? I can't believe earthquakes were a metaphor this whole time

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The Best Singers from South Carolina

South Carolina is a state with a rich musical heritage, producing singers who have influenced various genres such as country, R&B, soul, rock, and folk. From the legendary James Brown to the contemporary Ruston Kelly, South Carolina singers have showcased their talent and versatility on national and international stages. In this article, we will explore some of the best singers from South Carolina, highlighting their achievements and contributions to the world of music.

James Brown

James Brown is arguably the most famous singer from South Carolina, and one of the most influential musicians of all time. Born in Barnwell in 1933, Brown rose from poverty and hardship to become the “Godfather of Soul”, a pioneer of funk, and a leader of the civil rights movement. His songs such as “Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag”, “I Got You (I Feel Good)”, and “Say It Loud — I’m Black and I’m Proud” are considered classics of American music, blending soulful vocals, rhythmic grooves, and social commentary. Brown was also known for his electrifying performances, featuring dynamic dance moves, flashy costumes, and charismatic stage presence. He received numerous awards and honors, including a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction, and a Kennedy Center Honor.

Darius Rucker

Darius Rucker is another prominent singer from South Carolina, who achieved fame as the lead vocalist of the rock band Hootie & the Blowfish. Formed in Columbia in 1986, the band sold over 25 million records worldwide, with hits such as “Hold My Hand”, “Let Her Cry”, and “Only Wanna Be with You”. Rucker also pursued a successful solo career in country music, becoming the first African American to win the Country Music Association Award for New Artist of the Year in 2009. His country albums include Learn to Live, Charleston, SC 1966, True Believers, and Home for the Holidays.

Eartha Kitt

Eartha Kitt was a singer, actress, and activist from South Carolina, who captivated audiences with her distinctive voice and style. Born in North in 1927, Kitt began her career as a dancer and singer in New York City, where she was discovered by Orson Welles. She went on to record songs in various languages, such as “C’est si bon”, “Santa Baby”, and “Where Is My Man”. She also appeared in films and TV shows, most notably as Catwoman in the 1960s Batman series. Kitt was also outspoken about social issues, such as racism, war, and women’s rights. She received several awards and honors, including three Emmy nominations, two Grammy nominations, and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Ruston Kelly

Ruston Kelly is a rising singer-songwriter from South Carolina, who has impressed critics and fans with his honest and heartfelt lyrics. Born in Georgetown in 1988, Kelly moved around the country with his family before settling in Nashville to pursue music. He has released two albums so far: Dying Star in 2018 and Shape & Destroy in 2020. His songs explore themes such as addiction, recovery, love, and faith, drawing from his personal experiences and struggles. He has also collaborated with other artists such as Kacey Musgraves (his ex-wife), Tim McGraw, Lucie Silvas, and The Lumineers.

Angie Stone

Angie Stone is a singer-songwriter from South Carolina who has made her mark in the R&B and neo-soul genres. Born in Columbia in 1961, Stone started her career as a member of the hip hop trio The Sequence in the late 1970s. She then joined the R&B group Vertical Hold before launching her solo career in 1999. Her albums include Black Diamond, Mahogany Soul, Stone Love, The Art of Love & War, Unexpected, Rich Girl, Dream, and Full Circle. Her songs such as “No More Rain (In This Cloud)”, “Brotha”, “Wish I Didn’t Miss You”, and “2 Bad Habits” showcase her smooth vocals, soulful grooves, and empowering messages. She has also acted in films and TV shows such as The Fighting Temptations, Girlfriends, and The Bobby Brown Story.

Melz Cali

Rodney Fisher (born September 16, 1979), known professionally as Melz Cali or Ramello Zamar Calico , is an American rapper and singer. Fisher is known for his strong voice and incorporation of hip hop and R&B, and has been recognized as a soul-trap mello man. He was raised in Amityville, New York were he began his singing career. Although he’s currently lives in South Carolina. Fisher is more known for his singing more than his rapping, most of his songs like ‘’Sexcipe’’ and ‘’Hit It Whenever’’ features a R&B vibe. Fisher has also shown that he can rap as well as he is featured on the song “Work” with Tribal Young Brown.

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