#also i wanted to add more elizabeth but unfortunately she’s never around when the team is doing shady shit lol
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‘Oldies are doing well’ Phyllis Logan hails older generations as Downton helps BritsDOWNTON Abbey star Phyllis Logan says it was “fabulous” to be reunited with the cast and production crew to shoot a second film due out early next year.
The sequel follows on from the events of the first film released two years ago, which was set in 1927 with Robert and Cora Crawley, the Earl and Countess of Grantham, receiving a visit from King George V and Queen Mary during a royal tour of Yorkshire. Filming of the second film, which sees Dominic West, Hugh Dancy and Laura Haddock join original stars including Dame Maggie Smith, Hugh Bonneville, Michelle Dockery and Elizabeth McGovern, started at Highclere Castle in Hampshire in April and finished in June. Phyllis, 65, who has portrayed Downton housekeeper Mrs Hughes in all six series of the original ITV drama and reprised the role for both films, said: “It was fabulous to be reunited with the cast again, we had such a lovely time, but it was over far too quickly.
“During the six seasons that we did (for TV) we usually started filming in the February and finished in the autumn, so we had a good six months of each other, and now it is curtailed into a matter of weeks, so it was done a bit too quickly but we had a great time.
“There is lots of nice, really fun stuff in it, I must say and some lovely star turns.”
Phyllis, who is also the narrator of fly-on-the-wall TV show The Highland Vets, which starts its fourth series on Channel 5 tomorrow (MON) night, believes period dramas like Bridgerton and Downton have provided much-needed escapism during the past 18 months of the Covid-19 pandemic.
She says: “With the likes of Downton Abbey it looks so magnificent, the costumes are magnificent and the mores of the time are different where you don’t air-kiss and have to be suited and booted, and straight-laced, well certainly outwardly.. who knows what they got up to behind closed doors.
“But we try to show some of this too and the public just can’t get enough of this type of costume drama.
“Everyone has been bingeing or re-bingeing on their favourite shows just to give them a sense of normality.
“If you can watch Bridgerton, if you can watch Downton Abbey, or your favourite comedy show, you think the world is ok now, or get a sense that life is continuing in a fashion.”
Downton has also led the way in using older actors in prominent roles at a time when TV and film has been criticised for being ageist.
Phyllis says: “It’s been fabulous and long may this continue. With Dame Maggie (Smith), Dame Penelope (Wilton), myself and Jim Carter, the oldies are doing well.”
Her husband Kevin McNally, who is also 65, is best known for portraying Joshamee Gibbs in all five Pirates of the Caribbean films but joined the cast of Downton for its second series on ITV as Horace Bryant.
Phyllis says: “It was nice to have my husband in Downton as well but it was very peculiar the way it happened.
“He was on set at one point and said I have just been offered this job and I said ‘oh, what is it?’ And he said Downton Abbey, and I said ‘very funny, what’s the job?’ And he said Downton Abbey and I said ‘oh come on, I haven’t got time, I’ve got to go back on set’. And he was being serious.
“They did not even tell me they were going to offer it to him and I thought they should have run it past me first, surely.”
She adds: “And it ended up with most of the scenes we were involved in being together, which was unusual.
“In normal circumstances as he was playing a posh person and I was playing the housekeeper as usual, I thought our paths would never cross but the way the storyline worked we were always together.
“So sometimes we got picked up in a car together to bring us to the castle and it felt like ‘bring your husband to work day’, so I thought ‘what is going on?’”
Phyllis, who also starred as Lady Jane Felsham in Lovejoy with Ian McShane for eight years, met Kevin, who portrayed Bernard Ingham in The Crown last year, when they co-starred in mini-series Love and Reason in 1994.
Since then they had only appeared together in short films and an episode of comedy show Rab C Nesbitt until their joint stint in Downton, but Phyllis says she would be happy to work together again in the future.
And Kevin’s help was vital when it came to recording the narration for The Highland Vets, which follows the vets, nurses and receptionists at DS McGregor & Partners veterinary practice in Thurso, Caithness, as they treat animals in the remote northern tip of the UK mainland.
After recording the first couple of episodes of series one in a studio in London’s Soho, Phyllis has been forced to do her narrations since the first lockdown in March last year from the study of her home in west London.
She says: “Kevin was my sound engineer for the Highland Vets. They sent all this equipment and I was so useless at using it that Kevin was thankfully around and on hand to be my sound engineer.”
The fourth series of the Highland Vets, which contains seven hour-long episodes, starts with the vets treating a young Common seal spotted struggling on a beach by a walker.
She adds: “I haven’t done many narrations. I enjoy this one because it is such a lovely programme, there is always something different cropping up, so it is a pleasure to do it.”
As a result of the repeated lockdowns for the pandemic she has yet to travel up to Caithness to meet the staff at the vets.
But Prince Charles did pay them a visit during a two-day tour of Scotland, where he is known as the Duke of Rothesay, at the end of last month (JULY).
Unfortunately the TV cameras were not there at the time but wearing a kilt, he was welcomed by senior vet and director Guy Gordon, who introduced him to his team, including Katie Reiss, 22, who had only started work a few days earlier.
Ms Reiss said: “It’s an unorthodox start to work! We spoke about my training at Edinburgh University and chatted about how the vets have been really helpful integrating me into work.
“He (Charles) said to stick at it and not lose hope because I have wanted to be a vet since I was a wee kid.”
Guy says: “We felt honoured that Prince Charles was keen to visit our veterinary practice to meet the staff and learn about what we do.
“He stayed with us for about 45 minutes chatting about aspects of our work with genuine interest and insight.
“The light drizzle didn’t dampen this special occasion nor cause him to hurry, he took time to engage with everyone.
“So they have the royal seal of approval.”
She adds she loves getting to see The Highland Vets before anyone else to do its narration.
“There are a few sad bits that do not go to plan but it is so heartfelt.. and the fact that they are in that location which is absolutely spectacular, that they all love it, they love their lives, their jobs, their workmates, their animals.
“It’s just beautiful and lovely and life-affirming stuff, even when things go wrong.”
Phyllis also stars in a film, The Last Bus, with Timothy Spall which they shot two years ago but has just been released.
It tells the story of an old man whose wife has just died using his free bus pass to travel to the other end of the UK, where they originally lived, with her ashes in a small suitcase.
She will also be seen in the second series of BBC drama Guilt, which is due to air later this year.
*The new series of The Highland Vet starts tomorrow at 9pm on 5Select.
Source: Sunday Express
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Breaking and Entering (Part Two)
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,106
Content Warnings: discussion of stabbing (wound), stalking, breaking and entering, animal abuse (not explicitly detailed), blood, fighting, light cursing. Fem reader insert, she/her pronouns.
Summary: When the replicator continues their criminal activity, you find yourself as their target upon arriving home from a long case with the BAU. Aaron Hotchner, your unit chief, is more than accommodating during the string of traumatic events that you endure before, during, and after the replicator case.
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“Garcia, go ahead.” Hotch said once everyone was seated at the round table.
“Yes, sir. As we know, the replicator has been recreating cases that we’ve solved. Tonight he changed his m.o. And has targeted the team.” She clicked the button on her remote, and a picture of your apartment came into view. “He specifically targeted y/n, and we’re not sure why.” Another click and your bathroom was on display. “He also took his anger out on, oh God-” Penelope looked away from the screen, “I just don’t understand how someone can do that to sweet, little-”
“Garcia.” Hotch brought her attention back to the facts.
“As you can, unfortunately, see here, y/n’s dog was found dead in the bathroom. The blood used to write ‘zugzwang’ did belong to the four-legged friend.”
“That’s it?” Derek asked, puzzled.
“We’ve been given twenty four hours. If we don’t have any leads, the case closes.” Hotch stated.
“Okay, well, let’s focus on what we know.” J.J. prompted. “He knew we were out of town, and he was familiar with where y/n lived.”
“y/n, could this be someone you know? Someone you could have unknowingly upset?” Blake asked.
Internally, you were panicking and quite frankly nearing hysterical. You outwardly remained calm and composed. “No one I can think of. No one knew I’d be out of town except my sister so she could check on Benny.”
“We’ll need to bring her in for questioning.” Hotch said.
“y/n, did you ever confide in your sister about the cases you’ve worked on?” Reid asked.
“Never. I’ve always kept BAU information confidential. She doesn’t even know any of your names.” You stated, “Though, to be fair, we only ever talk when one of us needs the other’s help.”
“Then I don’t think she did this. If you didn’t confide in her then she wouldn’t have known the significance of ‘zugzwang.’” Reid explained.
“We shouldn’t rule it out just yet though.” Hotch stated, “Y/n, I want you with Garcia. J.J, get in contact with y/n’s sister and have her come in for questioning. Reid, see if you can identify the cases we were on in those photos. Rossi, Blake, and Morgan, I want you with me at the crime scene. Garcia, find out everything you can about y/n’s sister. Let’s go.” Hotch rattled off his orders and everyone went their separate ways.
Penelope came over to help you up. “Can I have a minute by myself. Just to breathe for a moment. I’ll meet you in your office.” You said.
Penelope gave Hotch an inquisitive look, and he nodded to give his permission.
“I’ll see you soon, hun.” Penelope said before leaving.
In a few moments it was just you and Hotch in the room. “I don't know if we can do this in twenty four hours, Hotch.”
“We’ll do everything we can. Like always,” He reassured. You took a deep breath, and he came over to you. “If you need to step away at any point, you have my permission to do so.”
“Thank you, but I want to do this.” He nodded. “I could use a little help getting to Penelope though.”
“Of course.” Hotch had you in Penelope’s office shortly.
“Y/n, you know I hate to dig into your personal life like this, but I need any and all information and gossip on your sister.” Penelope was at the ready. You gave her all the information you know. “Squeaky clean.” Penelope said, the disappointment was clear in her tone.
“Why the disappointment.” You asked.
“She attended an all girl’s catholic school while you stayed in public school. However, there’s no track record of drugs, alcohol, or delinquency of any kind.”
“What?” You were as shocked as she was now.
“What? What do you know?” She met your narrowed eyes with her widened ones.
“My parents said they enrolled her in catholic school because she’d been arrested for public intoxication three different times in middle school. You’re telling me she has no record?”
“Zilch.”
“Call Hotch.” you said.
The phone rang once, “Hotchner.” He answered.
“Sarah went to catholic school because my parents wanted her to stop drinking. They told me she had been arrested three times for public intox, but she has a clean record. We need to find out why my parents sent her off.” You started.
“Put Garcia on.” He ordered.
“Already here, you’re on speaker.” Penelope answered quickly.
“Find out everything you can about y/n’s parents and the school the sister went to. They’re hiding something.”
“Faster than a Hotch rocket.” Penelope’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d said. She hung up.
“There’s still nothi-” Penelope stopped mid-sentence, “Oh no.”
“What is it?” You prompted as you scanned the words on the monitor.
“Your parents sent your sister to St. Elizabeth’s for extensive conversion therapy.” Penelope typed at a lightning fast pace. Her phone rang. Click. “Boy, do I have news for you.”
“Tell me something good, baby girl.” Derek came over the phone.
“I have something, but it’s bad. Sarah was sent to catholic school for conversion therapy.”
“Anything else?” Derek asked anxiously.
“That’s it.”
“Did you find anything at the scene?” You asked.
“Nothing. Whoever did this covered their tracks. Damn well, at that.” Derek sighed. “We’re on our way back, meet us at the round table.”
“Yes, my liege.” Penelope said before ending the call.
“Sarah didn’t do it.” J.J. said as she entered the conference room. “Her alibi is air tight.”
“We’re missing something.” Rossi thought aloud.
“It’s gotta be in the pictures.” Blake observed.
“These photographs, while they seem random, each one was carefully framed.” Reid sat down. “So carefully framed that I can’t get a location on any of them.” He sounded defeated.
“I hate to put the pressure on us even more, but we’ve only got six hours.” Rossi sighed.
“Let’s go back to what we know.” You said, looking over the crime scene photos. “There was no sign of forced entry. J.J., you said Sarah had left the key under the welcome mat. Was the key still there when you guys went to the scene?”
“No.” Blake said. “They had to have been watching Sarah to know that the key was under the mat. She said she only does that when she knows you’ll get home late.”
“I never leave the key under the mat for anyone. Whoever did this knew she’d be at my place.” You stated.
“Y/n, where were you when you told Sarah you would be on a case tonight?” Reid asked.
“I made the call from my desk.” You said. “From my personal cell, I might add.”
“In order to hear the entire conversation this person had to either be standing right next to you, or, and this is creepy, they hacked into your cell to listen in.” Penelope said.
“It’s likely someone on the inside.” Hotch stated. His cell rang shortly after he spoke. “Hotchner.” His expression changed from stoic to frustrated. “I understand that, but not only do we still have a few hours, we’ve made some progress.” His lips formed a tight line. “Yes, ma’am.” The call ended. “Strauss is giving us one more hour.” Hotch said to the team.
“One more hour? What happened to the full twenty four?” Derek asked angrily.
“She believes we haven’t made enough headway to justify the full twenty four hours.” Hotch explained.
“What now?” Reid asked.
“Garcia, pull security footage and see if anyone was close enough to y/n to hear her conversation. Reid, I want you to work on a geographic profile.”
“Hotch, with all due respect, I don’t have enough here for a geographic profile.” Reid stated.
“Maybe not a complete one, but we need anything we can find. Derek, Blake, and Rossi go back to the crime scene and go through everything.” Hotch instructed.
“Everything?” Derek asked, concerned for your privacy.
“It’s fine. I have nothing to hide.” You stated, “Do whatever needs to be done.”
“J.J. and y/n, I’d like you to interview your sister again. See if she noticed anything strange or out of place at the apartment.” Hotch stood up, signaling for everyone to part ways. “y/n, before you go, do you know if there are any cameras at your apartment building?”
“There are, but they’re mainly in the parking lot. Let me get you my landlord’s number.” You pulled your phone out and texted the number to Hotch. The two of you went your separate ways. Him walking at a brisk pace, and you with a limp.
“Y/n.” You turned around and saw Reid with a wheelchair. “It might be a little excessive, but it’s better than limping.”
“Thank you.” You took a seat and wheeled yourself to the interrogation room that your sister was being held in.
“Sarah.” You greeted gently.
“You know they think I did this?” Sarah shouted.
“No one thinks you did this.” You reassured her. “We just had to cover all our bases. Your alibi is rock solid. I do have a few more questions though.”
“What happened to you?” She asked, suddenly changing the subject.
“I’ll explain later, we don't have a lot of time left on the case. I need you to tell me everything you remember from when you checked on Benny.”
“Are you not even phased by this?” Sarah sobbed, “You’re acting like nothing even happened.”
“Sarah, I’m terrified right now, but if my team is going to find who did this, I have to keep it somewhat together.” You explained. She didn’t respond. “What time did you arrive at the apartment?”
“10 p.m.” Sarah said as she began to calm down.
“Did you notice anyone acting strange? Perhaps they were standoffish or overly friendly?”
“No, there wasn’t anyone outside or anything.”
“What about Benny? When you took him out, did he act strange at all?” You kept your tone gentle.
“No, he went potty and we went inside. His behavior was normal.”
“One more question, why do you leave the key under the mat when you know I’ll be home late?”
Sarah began to cry again, “I’m sorry. I only do it so you don’t have to fumble with your keys late at night when you’re alone. It’s just so you can get inside safely and quickly. I won’t do it anymore.”
“Sarah, this isn’t your fault.” You reassured her. Your phone rang, it was Hotch. “y/l/n.” You wheeled yourself away from the table. “I’m sorry, you’re saying the security footage doesn’t exist?”
“The landlord admitted that the cameras are just for show. They don’t actually work.” Hotch was livid at this point. “Did you find anything out?”
“Nothing new.” You sighed.
“Neither has anyone else. The hour’s up. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up.
“You’re free to go.” You said before leaving the room.
“Y/n.” J.J. tried to stop you, but you ignored her. You went straight to your desk. You sat there trying to rack your brain of who could have done this. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, but eventually the team said their goodbyes to you.
“Y/n.” Hotch approached you. You looked up at him. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“I was just going to stay here and get some work done.” You stated. You definitely did not have a place to stay that would be remotely safe, and if you could evade the question by all means you would.
“I mean longer than just tonight. It’s not safe for you to return to your apartment or stay with your sister.” His tired eyes bored into yours.
“No.” You said quietly.
“You can stay with me for as long as you need.”
“Thank you.”
“Come on.” He wheeled you to the entrance before helping you up. He led you to his car and opened the door for you.
As Hotch pulled out of the parking lot he said sympathetically, “I’m sorry we couldn’t work on the case longer.”
“It’s not your fault.” You said tiredly. The remainder of the car ride was silent. You so badly wanted to close your eyes and rest during the drive, but every time you tried all you could see was ‘zugzwang’ written in your dog’s blood. Though he never glanced your way, Hotch noticed your discomfort. He once again found your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. The action had begun to feel so natural that you almost didn’t notice the butterflies that time.
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Let’s Talk About The Finale
Hey guys before we talk about that last episode we’re going full spoiler in this post so if you haven’t seen it yet you may want to stop here
So I wanted to make this post after seeing so many different opinions on the content of this episode and I figured I could add my two cents in and hopefully bring some praise and constructive criticism from my point of view.
First let’s talk Directing, Choreography, and Acting
First off let’s tip our hats to the VAs this episode they all did an amazing job! Elizabeth Maxwell, Miles Luna, and Taylor McNee all deserve recognition for being standouts in an episode where everyone nailed their parts.
In terms of choreography I think this met the RWBY standard. The Ironwood and maiden fights were top notch and while the RWB fight against Cinder and Neo felt a little off I think this was intentional; Team RWBY has been fighting and without rest for nearly 24 straight hours, they’re going to be slow and tired.
Directing I thought was very solid. There are some great shots I want to highlight in fact:
I think all these shots are excellent and there are a few more I’ll be using later. Directing and lighting has been something I think this volume has done exceedingly well! However there is one scene I think fell short.
This kinda looks like a meme doesn’t it? This moment completely took me out of the moment and I was wondering why. It’s not because of Harriet’s action’s I think she was sick of physically fighting and just wanted everyone to leave so she could die going down with the ship. No, I realized it was this shot: if this sequence had a close up of Qrow struggling against the weight of the bomb and cut back to another close up of Harriet yelling where you could see the desperation on her face (cause CRWBY did a great job with facial animation) it would work. Instead the framing, drab lighting, and stillness really hurt this scene.
Outside of this one scene however, I think this was a stellar finale in terms of production value!
WRITING
Overall I thought this was another good episode for the writers. Character dialogue was on point:
“You chose nothing, this was a gift”
“Whatever you wanted, I hope it was worth it.”
“I’ve only done what’s best for Remnant, and no one is grateful.”
And of course the whole Cinder and Salem interaction.
The events within the episode, I think, were all very good choices but there are two in particular I want to focus on:
The Sacrifice
I’m gonna talk about this first because I know this is where there is the most division right now and understandably so. We all love Penny, she has always been one of the purest characters within the show. That is why her death, even so shortly after she became human, is not only the right decision but a good one.
When you think about it Penny and Pyrrha are very similar characters: Morally upright, strong, and viewed as paragons amongst their peers. Pyrrha was chosen to be Vale’s Guardian and Penny was the protector of Mantle. They were people who always did the right thing for everyone else. However, their journey’s, not as people within the show but characters within a piece of art, would always require them to meet their end.
Penny’s development was never about her learning what it was like to be a “real girl” because she already got that from being friends with Ruby. Her development was based around one of the key themes of this show: choice and control
RWBY has always focused on the question of who do we choose to be and what do we let control us. Penny rarely had a choice, and was always in danger of losing her control to someone else. At Beacon she was at Ironwood’s behest, in this season Watts had control over her in spurts. She was always in a battle to decide who she would be, and this was shown literally in the show with the fight between the virus and her soul. So when she became human she completed the biggest step in her journey of development: she no longer had any strings.
And she finally got to feel the warmth of the heart.
And that left her character development at an end. She had already learned what it meant to live, she finally got to experience the physical side of it, and finally she couldn’t be controlled again.
So when faced with the threat of someone taking away her control (Cinder) the completion of her character arc comes with her making the choice that Ruby didn’t earlier. But this time she was at peace with it, because she wasn’t dying because she had to due to an uncontrollable circumstance. No, now she chose to give her friend’s a chance, give Remnant hope in a new Winter maiden, and take from the enemy what they once took from her.
She chose.
While this completes her character arc it also develops everyone else’s which leads us into our final section
The Separation
We all knew that they were going to fall, you don’t have foreboding lines like “Do not fall” and not explain why.
But now all of the events have culminated in a perfect storm for our characters next season. Here’s what I mean:
This finale, especially with Penny’s sacrifice sets up every single character in this show for major developments. Starting from the outside:
Winter now has to learn to be a leader, not just a soldier anymore. She has to unlearn the years of regimenting and oppression that she’s been a part of.
Ren and Nora get to truly figure out who they are: There will be no team leaders among them, they will have to become them.
Oscar and Ozpin have to become the heroes that the former has always wanted to be and the latter always had other to become.
Qrow continues to learn to deal with loss and how even in spite of it he can keep moving forward and that the pains of the past can push him to better instead of holding him down.
Neo will learn what family is supposed to be, and coming to understand forgiveness for the things others do.
Jaune has to come to grips with the reality of being a hero and that sometimes the best choices we can make for others are the ones that cost the most of us.
Ruby will have to face not only another close loss in her life but she’ll have to learn about sacrifice and the unfortunate necessity of it. She’s been surrounded her whole life with people making the choice to sacrifice for her: Summer, Yang, Qrow, Weiss, and now Penny. She’s going to have to face Jaune making the choice she wouldn’t (Not to say that situation called for it but understanding the differences in those situations) and understanding that sometimes people have to go. While we should always do our best to save everyone we can, sometimes running away from the grief in our lives can creating greater loss than if we face it when we have to.
Weiss has to learn to let go of control. She tried to protect and save everyone but in the end she was the last one from her team left. We’ve subtly seen through out this volume, and really the last couple of them if we’re being honest, Weiss always trying to be moderate within the team and be the glue and protector of the team as a whole. She’s always trying to be the best teammate she always promised to be but that has made her terrified to fail and in the end it’s stopped her from reaching her full potential. It’s a noble thing she does, but she’s so beholden to the expectations of other’s (now her friends instead of her family) that it secludes her. We’ve seen moments of her true strength when she focuses and trusts herself but she still hasn’t fully gotten there.
Blake is the flipside to Weiss, she needs to learn to take control. She’s still held down by the fear of being what Adam said she was that she won’t take the step forward. Whether this be with her relationship to Yang or even in situations like the one we saw in the second to last episode frozen and unsure how to proceed at the end. She tries to play it safe because of what she’s gone through. But Penny’s sacrifice and when she thought she lost Yang will push her.
Yang has already learned to necessity of sacrifice but she has to learn that not every situation requires it. Put simply she has to learn what she means to the others. Yang has always been the first to throw herself in the line of fire for others and take the risk when it’s time. But she’s never thought about how she affects others with her sacrifice. Penny’s loss may initially affirm her current view but she will have to come to face that Penny’s sacrifice happened only when absolutely necessary and when it was best for everyone else. Yang needs to know she’s worth more than what she can do for other people.
CONCLUSION
Honestly guys this was alot and if you read all this way thank you! I’m sure some people will disagree with some of my thoughts and that’s totally ok! In the end we’re all fans, and we all care alot about this show.
See you guys next season!
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[ VICTOIRE ELISE BISSET. 28. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ SIX MONTHS ] and are originally from [ WELLESLEY, MASSACHUSETTS ]. They are a [ PUBLICIST ] and in their downtime love [ CATCHING A MOVIE AT CINEMA PARADISO ] and [ ENJOYING A NICE BOTTLE OF RED WINE ]. They look a lot like [ ELIZABETH OLSEN ] and live [ ON SILVERWOOD TERRACE ].
the basics
full name: victoire elise bisset.
nicknames: v or vic. never, and i do mean never, vicky.
birthplace: wellesley, massachusetts.
birthdate: january 9th, 1992.
zodiac sign: capricorn.
alignment: chaotic good.
personality type: estj.
personality traits: dogmatic, loquacious, reliable, patient, rancorous, affable, critical & forthright.
gender: cisfemale.
sexual / romantic orientation: heterosexual / heteroromantic.
the biography
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the daughter to a (now) disgraced politician coming from old money and a disgruntled, yet loyal to a fault, housewife, there was never a time victoire didn’t know luxury — or chaos.
as a matter of fact, her entrance to the world was an example of both. the first — and what would ultimately be only — child to gabriel and nicolette bisset, there was no expense spared as they prepared for her arrival; hundreds of designer onesies she’d grow out of within weeks were purchased, an italian artist flown in and commissioned to hand paint a mural in her nursery and her mother only received the finest of prenatal care. for most, it was an ostentatious display that was NOT needed. but that has always been the bisset way. flamboyant and shameless flaunting of their wealth was the norm as it was, so of course they’d go all out when expecting a baby.
at the same time, there was a certain level of disappointment. as far as her father went, at least. he had been hoping for a son to follow in his footsteps. but, he’d tell his wife in an attempt to convince them both, a little girl wasn’t so bad — he’d love, cherish and spoil her regardless. and he did do at least two of those three things. but that son he’d been hoping for never came. once victoire was born, his wife refused to let him touch her. he assumed it was “baby hormones” but really it was because hours before her baby shower, nicolette had received a call from one of his mistresses confessing the affair because she felt “bad” knowing she was pregnant. nicolette never confronted her husband but their relationship was never the same.
growing up in the lapse of luxury, most would assume vic had nothing to complain about. while her material needs were always met, the emotional ones were often neglected. her mother, bless her heart, tried. but it wasn’t easy for her. nicolette was responsible for raising their child and presenting the bissets as the picture perfect family all while knowing her husband was fucking around on her. who wouldn’t become resentful dealing with that? snide comments were thrown across the dinner table, there were times she’d disappear in her room with a bottle of wine. she’d try to be there for her daughter as much as she could but she struggled. and her father, on the other hand, focused more on his career than his family. a lawyer turned politician, he campaigned, had frequent business meetings and a long list of secret lovers to split his time between. hard to be present with a schedule like that.
gabriel’s career choice was confusing for young victoire. there were those that publicly villainized him and thought he was the devil. there were those that put him on a pedestal. it was overwhelming... and alluring. her father was the mayor of wellesley her entire life and was even campaigning for senate when the “scandal” happened. it was always a part of her life and politics intrigued her. she’d dreamed of being the first woman president.
her father vowed to help her get into politics and the first step of that was hiring her to be his publicist as soon as she graduated from college. it was a blatant act of nepotism but at least she was really freakin’ good at her job. she gets word accusations of bribery would be hitting the local news and that same day there’s a press conference so shots of him shaking hands, kissing babies and making grand promises distracts from the news. his morality is called into question and he’s front and center campaigning for every local charity for six months. it was a bit grimey witnessing fully the seedy underbelly of politics and her idealistic view of it changed drastically. she no longer wanted to be president or a senator or anything else like that. she did, though, learn she really did like pr and enjoyed the role she had. at least until she was expected to pay off her father’s pregnant mistress who was threatening to spill the beans about their illicit affair.
while her mother had known about his infidelities for years, vic had no clue. she always assumed her father was working. that was why he couldn’t come to her recitals or presentations in school. that was why he was late to every single one of her birthday parties. she had convinced herself that her father wasn’t a scumbag but a highly ambitious politician and anyone else in his position would do the same.
to an extent, she had idolized her father — glorifying the parent who was never really there and whose approval she would have died to get. the version of him she had created was destroyed. she was furious, heartbroken and confused. she quit that very day and a week later, the news broke. that one woman speaking out opened the floodgates and years of affairs and other naughty behavior was broadcasted across the state. her mother would have made tammy wynette proud with how she stood by her man but victoire did not follow suit. she worked in public relations so she never outright spoke against him because no one would hire her after publicly blasting a former client in the press. even if it was her father. but she knew how to expertly throw shade. and she did. quite a few times, actually.
after she quit, victoire ended up in new york where she worked with a pr firm for a couple of years before getting a job with a more prestigious one in los angeles which prompted her move to silver lake. it’s been surprisingly difficult for her to adjust to life on the west coast. she’s a new england girl through and through and there’s just something about palm trees and sunshine that feels wrong. she also just really misses her family. well, just her mother really. they make do by facetiming twice a week and they’re even in the middle of discussing flying her out for the holidays. unfortunately, though, it’s unlikely to happen as her mother is insistent on bringing gabriel. victoire hasn’t seen or spoken to her father since the day she told him to go fuck himself and stormed out of his office. not because of any guilt from “abandoning” her father. — she’d add ‘essentially ruined my father’s political career’ to her resume if she thought it’d help her — but because she is still so damn angry. the closest thing to contact they have is him wiring her money every month. this “allowance” isn’t really needed, victoire makes a very good living without needing any of what she calls bisset blood money. but she allows it to continue because she considers it restitution for decades of lackluster parenting and lies.
where victoire really shines is her career. she’s relatively new to the scene — at least compared to most publicists in hollywood — with only seven years of experience under her belt but don’t confuse quantity with quality. if you are a public figure, you want vic on your team. she’s tenacious and, while some may view her methods as underhanded, there is no story she can’t get ahead of. and if she can’t distract from it entirely, she can turn it into a positive or at least paint her client as the victim. duis, public disagreements with significant others, leaked sex tapes. she’s seen it all. she’d dedicated to the cause and makes up her own rules, but also has a strict moral code so she won’t do something or work with someone that goes against that.
victoire thrives in social situations and really loves to hear herself talk. she also tends to assume she’s the smartest person in the room and just expects everyone to go along with what she says. and she doesn’t really handle it well when that doesn’t happen. some may say she’s stubborn, she says she’s a leader who likes to take charge and handle things. she’s a very honest and straightforward person who is clear about her intentions in a relationship whether it’s professional, platonic or romantic. she doesn’t play games, she’s not wishy-washy and she has a tendency to see the world in black and white.
coming from a long line of elitists, vic is proud to say that is at least one pattern she broke. she just isn’t one to parade around her wealth. yes, she has a nice house and she does tend to favor designer brands when it comes to clothing, but there really isn’t anything pretentious about her. the closest you’ll get is her having dinner at a five star restaurant or buying a ridiculously expensive bottle of wine. but that’s only because she likes good food and even better wine. she’s not one to show off and is just as likely to be seen at a fancy hollywood party mingling with clients as she is laying on her couch, wrapped up in blankets and watching golden girls reruns. she’s a combination of dorothy and blanche, by the way.
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anyways, i think this is long enough so i’ll wrap it up and just say i am excited to be here and that i look forward to writing with you all. i’ll be reaching out to everyone regarding plots at some point (i say some point because i’m a slow typer with a small attention span who is currently working 60 hours a week so i’m easily distracted AND tired) but you can expedite the process by sending me a message or liking this and i’ll put you at the top of my list. in the meantime, though, feel free to just assume connections. we can go with the flow and i don’t require connections before interacting anyway. aaaand now i’m really stopping!
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Mystic Mess. Xmas
Warnings: Minor fluff, *Story may trigger readers past traumas: please be advised. *
Word Count: 2764
Back ground on (this) Mc:
1. Mc is foreign nationality, but was born in South Korea. She was given up for adoption at birth really, reason: being a girl. Mc’s biological mother and father were visiting South Korea from Canada on business when her mother went into labour 3 weeks early than expected. Neither of her parents knew of her gender seeing as they were confident, they were only having boys (already had 4). They gave her up because they only wanted boys.
2. Mc is kept in ICU until she was healthy enough to go into a home, which she is later adopted (age 9months) by a compatible and lovable Korean couple. Mc grows up knowing she is different from the other kids, and obviously aware her parents are not her ‘real’ parents. When Mc is 5 years old, she bluntly asks her parents at dinner one night if she’s adopted. Her parents are taken back by the fact she’s asking at such a young age but none the less tell her the truth.
3. Mc parents did a lot of things for her, they knew Mc’s nationality of descent and during holidays would celebrate things like they would there (educating her). Allowing MC to learn a little of her biological culture. This made so much sense to Mc as she knew her family always celebrated holidays differently than others.
4. Though it didn’t stop some insecurities to fester in Mc, questions start forming in the depth of her mind (she never spoke them out to anyone). Inevitably causing Mc to start pulling away from other kids in school, afraid that whatever reason her blood parents didn’t want her, maybe others wouldn’t either.
5. Mc becomes close with a young boy named Chan-Woo (1 year older than her), who too was adopted (Mc: 6 & Chan: 7). He quickly becomes her closest if not only friend for many years.
6. At age 10 Mc and Chan start ‘seeing’ each-other (Puppy love more than anything.) As kids grow and learn some kids are eager to ‘go to the next level’ and some are not.
7. Chan-Woo ends things with her because of this, he wanted more from her physically (she was only 12). Mc was raised to love/respect her body so rejecting Chan had nothing to do with her insecurities. However, when Mc’s boyfriend breaks up with her for ‘not being enough for him’ this causes Mc to mentally spiral.
8. Mc becomes a bit emotionally unstable at home, sometimes even losing her cool with her parents. One night after a heated argument with her parents her mom faints for no reason at all. That night the family of three await in the hospital room for test results from the doctor, only to find out her mother has stage 4 cancer.
9. After losing her mother, her father decides to embark on a journey to reach out to Mc blood parents. Hoping to find closure for his daughter who is mentally unstable, blaming herself for her mother’s sudden death.
10. When Mc would ask her father about his search, he seems to change the subject quite often, its later found out her blood parents want nothing to do with MC. Mc finds out she has a total of 7 brothers who have no idea of her existence. Mc’s blood father gives Mc’s father some information on the family to help with whatever it was they were searching for (feeling guilty maybe??).
11. A couple of Mc’s brothers were well in their 20s now and Mc’s father tried to contact them, after a while Mc began to feel suspicious for her father’s actions. Why was he so needy in finding her family when they obviously didn’t care about her? Was he too looking for a way to get rid of her?
12. (Age 15) it was a raining afternoon Mc and her father were fighting in the car, he wanted Mc to get treatment. She did not want treatment, MCs father lost traction on the road and skid off a bridge.
13. When MC woke up, she was told her father did not survive the crash.
Mc spent the next 3 years getting help. Mc blamed herself for all the misfortune and tragedies in her life. Slowly but surely MC became Mc again, still buried deep within her guilt for her parents, she was kind to all those she met. Afraid that her last moments with them or last words said to them would be ones she would regret. Like those moments with her family. Her only family. or so she thought…..
Mystic Mess. Xmas
Everyone arrived to Seven’s as agreed.
The house was decorated inside and out, his explanation to you was “I want the space station to feel the holiday spirit!” It definitely put you into the holiday spirit, like a Christmas wonderland. Something you hadn’t experienced in such a long time.
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The ride over was tense though, Jumin and Zen bickering back and forth. Poor Yoosung was seated in the cross hairs of the two, Zen blaming Jumin for incidents last year, Jumin calling Zen an animal hater. By the time we arrived everyone raced to get out, as Jumin and Zen continued bickering inside the car.
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Couple days earlier:
Saeran had convinced Jumin at the office, to leave Elizabeth The Third at home this year. Unfortunate as it was, Saeran was looking out for both Zen and Elizabeth’s well-being (from crazy cat lover brother: Saeyoung). Jumin reluctantly agreed protecting Elizabeth from Saeyoung was crucial.
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Back to the Party:
Upon walking through the door, the shenanigans begun. We were playing all sorts of games, and decorating ornaments to add to Sevens Christmas tree for misfits. Jumin and Zen arguing with Seven about being a misfit, and then arguing with each other for agreeing with each other like cat and dog.
It didn’t damper the mood though, Jaehee and you teamed up in many games. You were helping Jihyun and Jumin when it came time to making ugly Christmas sweaters. Both men obviously didn’t understand the idea of ‘ugly’, as their sweaters were quite sophisticated if not totally fashionable.
Last year was no different except you and Saeran were not apart of the RFA then, Zen was an allergy mess due to Elizabeth, Jumin and Jihyun were drunker than skunks by dinner. Jaehee pointing out that last year seemed less happy then this year, possibly because of the loss of Rika. (Also, Zen was astatic that the damn fur ball wasn’t coming this time.)
Though everyone was in good spirits, you found yourself reminiscing of Christmas when you were younger. Just when you thought you felt yourself going into a mental slump, Seven pulled out another party trick and got you back to high spirits. You were standing under the door way talking to Yoosung, laughing at Zen and Jaehee trying to explain ‘commoner’ things to Jumin, when Seven started chanting.
“KISS, KISS, KISS, KISS!”
Everyone stopped to look to see what Seven was going on about, low and behold; you and Yoosung were standing underneath the mistletoe! Both of you went beat red in the face, Zen quickly scooping in, “She is a young lady, Seven you dirty dog!” Zen ran between the two of you and openly kissed Yoosung in your place.
You, Saeran, Seven, Jihyun were all in stitches (fyi: means laughing). Zen was the least impressed, Yoosung looked as though he was going to die. Jumin and Jaehee flabbergasted at what just happened. After all the games were done, Saeran served dinner. Impressed was the least, boy could that guy cook.
Stuffed turkey, roast potatoes, mashed potatoes, steamed veggies of all sorts, flooding of gravy… It wasn’t a traditional Korean Christmas but reminded you of the dinners your parents had cooked for you when you were younger. It was nice that Seven and Saeran planned something today for everyone.
After dinner came secret Santa; everyone was told prior to coming, to buy something ‘no more and no less’ then the amount set for Christmas. They were specifically told that they had to wrap said gifts in a shoe box and then red wrapping paper. Jumin - being Jumin, asked what shade of red, in which Seven told them via chat room; ‘Maroon red’. THEN!!!! They had to print from a computer ‘said name of person’ and stick to the bottom of it. But wait there’s more; the printing had to be in ‘Calibri (body) -font and the font size ‘12’ in black and black only. Not quite understanding at first why you all had to fuss about the details, but then it became crystal clear, it allowed the mystery of secret Santa. (during the handing out bit anyways)
Jaehee had got Yoosung
Yoosung had got Saeran
Saeran got Zen
Zen had Jumin
Jumin had Seven
Seven had Jihyun
Jihyun had You
And you had got Jaehee, it was quite fun. Plus, it was quite easy to figure out who had who from your totally different tastes and spunks in gifts.
Once secret Santa finished, they all relaxed with drinks in hand around the table for a game of Mahjong. Mc never knew how to play but with Jumin, Jihyun and Sevens teaching, after a few rounds she was off and away playing. The twist in game was whoever won the hand had to ask ‘truth or dare’ to the loser of the round. Player could forfeit answering truth or dare question and/or scenario by drinking from their cup. The game was going for quite some time, learning that Jaehee dislikes cotton candy, Seven is willing to do anything you dare him too. Finally, the round goes around again…
Mc had lost the round of Mahjong, and Jihyun won.
“So, truth or dare?” He looked at you with kind eyes. Everyone at the table patiently waited for your response. If you choose dare; you knew that Seven would try to influence his choice, or you could just drink. Feeling though you had come to your peak, if you drank anymore chances were, you’d become a babbling idiot. So…
“Truth”
Jihyun tapped his chin as he looked to Jumin, “What was your childhood like, give us all an insight on who you are and why you are the kindest; sweetest, person in the RFA.”
This question embarrassed you a bit…
You knew any time they’d ask in the chat rooms about your past you were vague. They all seemed to have gone through turmoil of some sorts and intrusted you with their stories… You felt guilty you never really told them yours.
“Well, its kind of sad if I’m supposed to be honest…” Fiddling with the tiles in your hand. Afraid to look up at all the people staring intently at you. “I don’t want to ruin this evening of fun with things that have long since passed. Besides, its kind of a long story…”
“Then let’s pause our game and Mc can jump into story time!” Yoosung cheerfully chimes in. His cheeks were a soft shade of pink, it was clear that Yoosung was tipsy.
“Agreed!” Everyone was quick to answer Yoosung, leaving you feeling flustered even more.
“Uh I would rather drin- ..” reaching for you glass of wine. Saeran was quick to snatch it away, baffled was the least. Why did they care so much? You weren’t anything special, just some girl; some ordinary girl.
You looked to Seven, him and Saeran seemed the quietest. Being hackers, you knew they; kind of had an idea of your past. They both looked into it when you first came to RFA nearly a year ago, come the new year. What a mess they were both in then… and here today sitting side by side during the holiday season. That thought had you smiling, they’ve come such a long way.
“Alright if you want to know so bad… Just promise me one thing? You guys wont look at me any different, don’t pity me, don’t cry for me, and certainly don’t compare me.” You looked to Yoosung as the last of your words came out.
They all sort of gave each other a look before silently nodding their heads in agreement.
“Well… When I was born, I was given up for adoption not even being a week old. I was later adopted by a family here, and here I was raised. My adopted parents died when I was a teenager. My mother when I was 13 and then my father when I was 15. They had no other family and my biological family didn’t….”
You trailed off slightly, quickly regaining your composure.
“I didn’t want to go back to a home so I sort of just lived alone, did schooling and worked nights to pay for a place once the money left to me ran out. It was rough but I got by and now here I am.” You huffed for air after that quick summary.
“I see” Jumin was the first to speak, swirling the glass of red wine in hand. “There’s lot’s you’re not explaining though…are you per say, holding back?” Looking to you.
It was like his grey eyes were piercing through and seeing something you thought you hid well from the world. You glanced down and nodded your head, it was Jaehee next who reached out to you, placing a hand on your hand. “It’s alright, were all here for you. Just as you’ve been there for us, Mc”
It been so long since you truly felt people’s words were more then just words. You were slightly choked by emotions, Zen then, “Jaehee is right, we’ve your back. We might not be the most functional of families but we got you, just as you have helped all of us.” Leaning in to show you an awkward smile.
“You might not be functional Zen, but I am, born perfect in every way.” Jumin quickly adds before sipping his wine.
“You jerk! Why do I even bother with-“
You burst into laughter; true they may be dysfunctional but they were your family now. Maybe it was time you let them into your story… as they let you into theirs.
“Right I guess ill start from the beginning…”
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“And then, I met you guys.” Finally looking up from your knees, only to see every single person sat around the table either crying or on the verge of. Even Jumin had a look on his face of utter heart break.
Next thing you knew you were being squished in a hugging mess, that being: Seven, Saeran, Yoosung, Zen, Jihyun and even Jaehee.
“So much for not crying for me guys” Trying to squirm your way out, but to no prevail.
“Everyone has a past Mc, one must grow through what they go through.” Jumin closed his eyes as he spoke to you.
After everyone gave you some love, you were finally able to answer back, “I was also taught growing up, we should practice what we preach, no?”
Jumin’s eyes open wide for a moment, before his mouth curved into a small smile, “Right you are.” Raising his wine glass towards you.
“That’s right Mc, you tell him!” Jihyun offers you his hand in air, high fiving.
The night ended off well, Saeran and Seven drinking a bit too much and crying about they’re childhood and love for ice cream. Yoosung disappeared at some point, and then was found passed out in Sevens bath tub. Zen and Jaehee left before the alcohol really took affect on them. Jumin offered to take you home as he was taking Jihyun. Jihyun who was so incredibly intoxicated; he was practically linked to Jumin’s arm and calling him ‘best buddy’ all the way home.
Just as you pulled up to your apartment, Jumin got out to lend you his hand, after you said your goodbyes; turning to leave.
“In some Christmas movies, does the gentleman, not get a goodnight kiss?”
You turned around quite quickly to see Jumin’s face, his cheeks were slightly pink, either from the cold or the alcohol. You debated for a moment before making you decision. You took a couple steps towards him, stood on your tip toes and lightly kissed Jumin’s cheek. As you were pulling away, Jumin snaked his arm around your waist and brought you to him once more. Latching onto your lips with his own, the other hand firmly on the back of your head.
Pulling away only after you both seemed to need air, “Goodnight and Merry Christmas, Mc”
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#mystic messenger#rfa#rfa members#jumin han#saeran#seven#chat logs#yoosung#zen#jihyun#v#jaehee#christmas#kisses#mistletoe#alcohol#family
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Just a Bit of Coffee
A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a while. Based on this coffee shop AU prompt. I really like this universe I built up, so I think I’m gonna make it a multi-chapter fic! It’ll be my first AU one (with very slow updates) but I’m excited for it :) Anyways, enjoy this first installment!
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Coffee is a staple for college students. It’s almost a crime to dislike coffee and doing homework in coffee shops. It’s insulting to some people because that means you don’t need the caffeine in coffee to survive college. To others, coffee is an experience, a heavenly one at that. Cecil fell into the latter category. Will, though he was a struggling med student (as all med students were), didn’t like coffee. He was more of a tea person, or you know, a person who got enough sleep to be functional (usually). Unfortunately for him, Cecil was his best friend, meaning Cecil was quite offended that Will disliked coffee and tried to shove it down his throat whenever possible.
“Will, smell this.” Cecil rarely made normal requests to Will, but he was used to it by now. He was leaning across their kitchen counter with his mug outstretched.
Will leaned over and smelled the coffee Cecil had brewed with his new roast. It smelled amazing. “Smells great! What is it?”
Cecil grinned widely. “It’s this chocolate macadamia nut coffee from Hawaii! It is SO GOOD. The smell alone is mouth-watering. Wanna try?”
“Yeah, no thanks. You know I only like the smell. Coffee itself is so bitter, why do you like it? You don’t need any more energy.” Cecil was never lacking energy, but he was also never lacking coffee, so Will couldn’t actually tell what his normal, non-caffeinated self was.
“One day, Will, one day you will fall in love with coffee and you’ll have me to thank. I will gladly take all the credit for it.”
Will just rolled his eyes and went back to his homework. He was swamped, but at least he kind of enjoyed all the medical stuff, though that didn’t make it easy.
“So, whatcha working on?” Cecil asked as he eyed Will’s papers.
“Human anatomy and physiology. I have a lab midterm next week and we have to memorize way too much stuff. I also have a lab report to do for bio, or was it chem? Plus, memorizing med terms for that other class.” Will was reaching his limit. He couldn’t even list off his work to Cecil, his mind already thinking about his other assignments.
Suddenly, the textbook that Will was staring at wasn’t there anymore and Cecil’s face replaced it. He was currently lying on the table Will was working on, looking upside down at Will. “Will, you’re insane. Know what you need?”
“I swear if you say coffee—“
“COFFEE. Seriously, good coffee makes you more alert and focused and you can be more productive in a smaller amount of time. I’m telling you, it’s scientifically proven.” Cecil sat up on the table in front of Will.
“Proven by whom? They ran an experiment?” Will quirked an eyebrow at his energetic friend.
Cecil simply waved his hand aimlessly. “Eh, doesn’t matter, not the point. Okay, this new coffee shop opened up and Lou Ellen is working there. She told me the coffee is good, even for my refined tastes, so we gotta check it out. Let’s go later this afternoon!”
“Why does it have to be ‘we’? Why not just you?” Will tried to discretely pull his textbook back, but Cecil snatched it away at the last moment.
Will let out an exasperated reply as Cecil responded smugly. “Because YOU have lots of work to do and you know the home environment is harder to study in. Studying in coffee shops is the college thing!”
“Yeah, well so is drinking coffee and I don’t do that either. I could just go to the library.”
Cecil rolled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, but that’s boring. Plus, you’d be ditching your best friend and roommate, and that’s not very nice.” Cecil pouted, giving his best puppy dog eyes. To Will, it just looked like he was in pain.
After staring for a bit, Will leaned back and groaned loudly. Cecil knew he had won. “UGH FINE. But you better let me do work there and not just talk forever. And I’m NOT drinking coffee.”
“You say that now, but I’m telling you, you’ll convert one day. And anyways, they have chai lattes there and I’m pretty sure you liked that the last time I got it for you.” Cecil got up and pushed Will’s textbook back towards him. “How about you get that lab report done here and then around 7 we’ll go to the coffee shop? It’s in walking distance, right down the road.”
“Sure. I can do my studying and memorizing, and you can do whatever history majors do. I swear, you’re gonna fail your classes if you don’t do your homework.”
“Yes, MOM.” Cecil dragged his feet as he walked towards their shared bedroom. “I do homework, I just don’t have as much as Doctor Solace over there.”
Will rolled his eyes and went to work on his lab report. He’s glad to have Cecil though. Without him, Will might never leave his apartment except for class.
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At a little after 7 PM, Cecil and Will were standing in front of Descendants’ Cafe. It was cute. Very aesthetic, very hipster, but it still had this authentic, oldie feel, like it’s been there forever.
“The story of this place alone is cool,” Cecil stated while gazing at the sign. “The ones who built this are actually only a bit older than us. Remember Annabeth Chase?”
Will’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Annabeth? Super smart, dating the captain of the swim team, that Annabeth?”
Cecil grinned. “Of course you’d remember her boyfriend.” Will rolled his eyes as Cecil continued. “That’s the one. So she and Percy are still together, probably going to get married soon. Anyway, they started this place together, along with Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She’s the art student with crazy red curls.” They seemed like an interesting trio to Will. “Each of them is the child of very successful parents. Rachel’s parents are rich business people. Percy’s mom is a famous author while his dad is a world-class surfer. Annabeth’s mother works high up in the government doing top secret stuff and her dad is a history professor at some ivy-league school. Needless to say, they had no need for money, let alone starting up their own business. But, they wanted something that was theirs, not their parents’. And so, this place was born.”
“That’s... incredible. Wow, they must be an awesome team! I wonder how their parents took that.” Will was in awe of their bravery. That’s a huge step Will didn’t think he could take, especially if his parents were against it.
“From what I’ve heard,” Cecil said, “there were many issues and fights at first. Percy’s parents were the first to support them, and they helped convince the others. But, yeah, they really had to fight for this place. And they didn’t accept any financial help from their parents. So, right out of college, they started their business.”
“Wow. Wish I was them.” Will and Cecil walked in to the coffee shop, the door chime signaling their entrance.
“Yeah,” Cecil scoffed. “As if they all weren’t great enough, they had to add to their awesomeness.”
Upon entering, Will was hit with the smell of coffee. It was a good smell to him, even though he knew he didn’t like the taste. The interior decorations were very aesthetic - hanging succulents, bare lightbulbs, dark brown wood paneled floor and countertops. The walls were covered in brightly colored abstract art, not too distracting, but definitely bringing character to the place. Will thought they must’ve been by Rachel, recalling some of her art exhibitions that he had seen. She was really talented, but was always one of those artists who didn’t fit the school mold and was never fully appreciated. Now she could show off all her work, on top of being a proud co-owner of the place.
Cecil grabbed them a table near the back corner, knowing Will did need to do some studying. The table had a tiny succulent, as if the ones hanging everywhere weren’t hipster enough.
“So, what do you feel like drinking? I can order for you, so you can start working. I know, I know,” Cecil began to say when Will looked at him suspiciously. “No coffee. I just wanted to get you out of the apartment. You’re becoming a recluse with the amount of time you spend studying there.”
Will rolled his eyes, he was sure one day they’d roll right out of his head with Cecil around. “You’re so over dramatic. It’s not an unhealthy amount of time, I’d know, I’m the one trying to become a doctor.” Will peered over at the menu, not really sure what anything was. He looked over at Cecil. “Get me something you think I’d like—THAT’S NOT COFFEE. I’m trusting you as my best friend.”
Cecil grinned widely. He loved picking out drinks for others. “Alrighty, prepare to be amazed!” Cecil wiggled his fingers at Will as he sauntered over to the counter. Lou Ellen was at the register and happily chatted with Cecil. Will began pulling out his books.
He was already into memorization mode when Cecil came back and sat down. “Damn, you really waste no time. I don’t even get a little bit of conversation?” Cecil rested his head on his hand and gazed at Will’s books uninterestedly.
Will sighed. “Sure, sorry. So, how was your day?”
“Will, what are we, strangers? Don’t ask me such basic questions. Does our friendship mean nothing to you?” Cecil never lacked drama in everything he did and said. Sometimes, Will wondered why he didn’t major in acting instead.
“Okay, then what do you want to talk about?”
“Eh, I dunno.” Cecil shrugged like he didn’t just make a big deal out of having a conversation.
Will groaned and went back to reading his textbook. “I swear, you make no sense to me. You hurt my brain more than these medical terms do.”
“But you love me anyway.” Cecil grinned, and Will tried his best to suppress a smile. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, can you get the drinks when they’re called? It’ll be my name.”
“Sure thing. What did you get me?” Will asked as Cecil got up.
Cecil winked, “A basic chai latte with two pumps of vanilla and soy milk. I wanted to play it safe this time around. Next time, we’ll be more adventurous.” He turned and walked swiftly away, not giving Will any chance to protest a ‘next time’.
Will looked around the place, admiring the little details. It was definitely hipster at a glance, but a closer look told Will that someone with a good artistic and architectural sense designed the interior. The center column holding up each table looked like a Greek pillar, complete with carvings depicting a scene on the bottom. In fact, the whole place had subtle Greek undertones. There were Greek letters up on the top wall trimming near the ceiling. Even the abstract art on the walls had vague images of temples, thrones, and nature. He couldn’t believe that this place was founded by people only a couple of years older than him. The courage and confidence required to pull off what they did was above Will.
“Cecil!” The barista behind the counter called.
Will got up and took stock of everything on his table – he could never be too paranoid about leaving his stuff unattended. When he turned to the counter and saw two drinks, he also made eye contact with the barista. Will was a pretty social guy, no matter how awkward he felt. Eye contact with a stranger wouldn’t have been a big deal, except that he felt his eyes widen slightly when his brain suddenly shouted CUTE GUY ALERT. He nearly stopped in his tracks, having to force his feet to keep walking as he looked away from the cute barista and back at the two drinks. His brain couldn’t process any emotions, it was too focused on making sure Will kept breathing.
When he finally reached the counter, Will naturally looked up and smiled at the barista as he reached for his drinks. The guy seemed to be around his age, so there was a good chance he was a student at Will’s college.
“Thanks,” Will said, or tried to say. It came out as a whisper, like he suddenly lost his voice. Will cleared his throat and tried again, “Thanks!”
The barista gave a small smile back. Will reached out for the drinks at the same time the barista held out the drinks to him, causing Will’s hands and the drinks to collide sooner than Will had expected. They almost dropped the drinks, but the barista got a grip on them at the last second.
“Sorry!” they both squeaked at the same time. They locked eyes with each other once again, this time a noticeable red tinge on both boys’ cheeks.
The barista quickly looked away and thrust the cups into Will’s hands. “Sorry about that,” he said quietly.
Will blinked, slightly stunned by the boy’s dark brown eyes, and gathered his thoughts together. “Um, no problem. I mean, it’s fine, it was my fault. Not that anything spilled or anything. Uhh, yeah, um, thanks.” Will cleared his throat again, highly self-conscious about his social skills at the moment. He immediately spun around and headed straight back to his table, feeling the blood rush to his face.
Once seated, he breathed out as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. He resisted the urge to look back at the counter, worried that he’d make eye contact again, cause that poor boy to be more uncomfortable, and, if Will was being honest, hurt his chances of at least finding out his name.
Cecil suddenly appeared in front of him. “Will?” He waved his hand in front of Will’s face. “Did the latte taste that bad? Or did you melt your brain with all your medicalness?” He raised an eyebrow as he sat down and grabbed his drink from in front of Will.
Will belatedly noticed that his heart was beating too fast. Maybe he wasn’t breathing again. He physically shook his head as if to jumble his thoughts with the hope that they would fall back into place. “I, uh, I didn’t try the drink yet. I just got them.” Now he glanced over to the front counter. He couldn’t see Cute Barista Boy. He probably scared him to the back room. Or out of the coffee shop entirely.
“Oh, good. I want to see your reaction. Not that you haven’t had this order before, but I just want to have the validation of being your personal drink advisor.”
Cecil’s smug look brought Will back to reality. He rolled his eyes out of habit, replying, “Whatever makes you happy.” Will took a tentative sip, didn’t hate it, took another sip, then set his drink down and got back to work. “It’s good,” he muttered, knowing that Cecil wanted a response while also knowing that that statement would annoy him like crazy.
Will didn’t see it, but he could feel Cecil narrow his eyes in irritation at Will. “So unrefined. You’re lucky you have work to do and I respect you.” He leaned back in his chair and pulled out his phone.
Will didn’t respond. He was trying to focus on his studies while simultaneously regret everything he did in his one interaction with Cute Barista Boy. He was an incredible multitasker.
—
Cecil didn’t pester Will to go back to that coffee shop in the following days. Will almost wished that he would, but his pride would never let him admit that. It’s not like he wanted to go back because his drink tasted good anyway – he knew exactly why that place appealed to him.
Thus, the next Thursday at around 7 PM, Will suggested they go to Descendants’ Café.
“You what?” Cecil’s expression made it seem like Will had just suggested they quit school and join the circus.
“I said, I liked studying there and want to go back.” Will tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible, hoping Cecil would just jump for joy and head out the door.
Instead, Cecil narrowed his eyes suspiciously, presumably trying to figure out if his roommate had suddenly been replaced by an alien. “Solace, I have known you since forever, and not once have you ever, EVER, said that to me. EVER. Like, never ever.”
“Yeah well—”
“EVER.”
Will waited a beat, meeting Cecil’s stare with his own. “Are you done?”
He took Cecil’s silence as an answer. “Hey, it was just a suggestion. We don’t have to go, I have no need for coffee or tiny succulents. The apartment has more than enough space—”
“No no no no no,” Cecil wagged his finger in Will’s face, effectively stopping him. “You don’t get to bait me. Ya hear? We’re going to that café. I’m choosing a new drink for you and you can’t complain because this is your choice.” Cecil went back into suspicious mode. “But I’m watching you, Solace. Aaaaalways watching…” He slowly backed away into their room and shut their door.
Will let out a huff of air. He didn’t know if going back – on the same day and time – was a mistake or not. But he couldn’t get Cute Barista Boy out of his head, so the only logical thing to do was see him again, and maybe even talk to him so he didn’t think Will was just an awkward klutz. Yup, Will nodded to himself, this is indeed the only option.
—
Entering Descendants’ Café for his second time, Will didn’t really pay attention to all the art and architecture, though he pretended to. This time, Will glanced behind the counter to make sure a certain someone was there. This time, Will stayed in line with Cecil so he could ‘get to know some stuff on the menu so he wasn’t so incompetent.’
This time, he would find out Cute Barista Boy’s name.
When they reached the register, Lou Ellen was once again working it. “Hey, Cecil! Hey, Will!” she greeted with a bright smile.
“’Sup, LouE,” Cecil grinned as Lou Ellen reached over and whacked his arm. She hates being called Louie, but Cecil insists spelling it like LouE makes it a legitimate nickname.
Will laughed, “Hi, Lou Ellen. How’s your day been?”
“Pretty average,” she shrugged. “School sucks as usual. And since this place is a bit too new still, we don’t really have a huge crowd. Nice place though, right?”
“Yeah, I like it a lot. Perfect for a coffee shop near a university.” This was easy conversation for Will. Casual, not stressful. He was feeling pretty good.
“Will’s the one who wanted to come back. Can you believe it?” Cecil said incredulously, jabbing his thumb towards Will. “Anyways, I’m taking this opportunity to get him something really good. Maybe this is his first step towards enlightenment.” Cecil tapped his chin as if in deep thought. Will only rolled his eyes.
Will currently didn’t see Cute Barista Boy. He was really hoping that he worked today, otherwise he’d be putting up with Cecil’s coffee craziness for nothing.
Cecil suddenly snapped his fingers. “I got it! How about a caramel macchiato? That’s really sweet, pretty much masks the bitterness of the coffee.” He gave Will a side glance. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”
“Okay, whatever.” Will said a bit distractedly.
“You see this? This is the thanks I get.” Cecil and Lou Ellen’s words faded into the background. Cute Barista Boy came out from the back and Will couldn’t really bring himself to look away. He wanted to get comfortable with looking at him so that he could actually talk to him later. That was the plan, at least. Then Will realized that the boy was way too cute for Will to ever get used to him.
Cute Barista Boy was all dark compared to Will’s light, but in a way that intrigued Will to no end. He had dark hair to go with his deep, brown eyes. He had a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans on under his apron, which unfairly didn’t take away from his look. His skin was a bit pale, but had a light olive tone to it. His fingers were long and deft as he fiddled with the espresso machine. Will was probably about five inches taller than him, but his presence seemed stronger. Or maybe that was just in Will’s eyes.
“Hey, LEB, what’s the drink order? I can start it while you hold up the line.” Will was taken aback by the boy’s voice. It was firmer than he had imagined, though the only time he had actually heard it was in an awkward situation.
Lou Ellen groaned and spun around. “Don’t be dramatic, di Angelo. There’s no one else here, you’re just impatient. And don’t call me LEB!!”
“Or maybe I just enjoy my job that much, LEB” The dark boy smirked as he walked over to get the order. He didn’t look up at either Will or Cecil.
“You’re so annoying.”
“You could always quit.”
When Lou Ellen turned back around, she glared at Cecil, who was barely containing his laughter. “LEB! Hahaha… Because… Your last name…” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out, he was laughing so much.
“This is what you do to me, Nico,” she called over her shoulder.
“You’re welcome,” Nico replied.
“THANK YOU!” Cecil shouted.
Will finished paying and ushered Cecil to the same table they were at last week. Nico di Angelo. Will rolled that name around in his head, trying not to be immediately enthralled with how beautiful it sounded. He shook his head and decided to distract himself with homework. As he pulled out a few textbooks, his name was called.
Will took a deep breath and got up to get their drinks. This is what he’d been waiting for, he could do this. Just have a normal conversation with the guy. Be your normal, friendly self. Who knows, maybe he’s actually a jerk, Will thought to himself, though he didn’t think that would be the case. His friendly banter with Lou Ellen already made him like the boy. If Nico could befriend someone as headstrong and tough as Lou Ellen in the short amount of time they’d been working together, then he had to be something special.
Before he knew it, Will was at the counter. He put on a smile and pretended that he didn’t rehearse this conversation several times over the past week.
“Hi,” Will cleared his throat. “Um, thanks for the drinks.”
Nico nodded, “No prob. Kinda my job, so…”
Will gave a short laugh and continued. “Right. So, you’re friends with Lou Ellen?”
Nico smirked, “Yeah, LEB and I met working here, but I see her around on campus nowadays. You know her?”
“Yeah,” Will affirmed. “I met her through Cecil, the guy over there. Them two together are quite the pair.”
“Ha, I could see a bit of that from just earlier.” The conversation seemed like it was going to end, so Will quickly kept it up.
“So, you go to Olympus University?” Will tried not to sound too hopeful.
“Yeah, second year, but I just transferred in.”
“Cool! I’m also a second year! I’m guessing your major isn’t coffee-ology?” What are you even saying, William, he thought to himself.
Nico chuckled at the horrible joke. “Nah, wasn’t for me. I’m an art student. What about you?”
“I’m a med student. I want to be a doctor someday.”
Nico whistled low. “Medical. That’s hard. Surprised you have time to come here.” He glanced around the place. “Not that it’s too busy. I’m sure that’ll change though. I’ve known the owners for a long time, they’re not quite the type to give up.”
Will smiled at Nico’s faith in them. They must’ve been good friends. “I’m Will, by the way. Will Solace.”
“Nico di Angelo.”
“I know,” Will said. “I mean, um, sorry. About last week. If you remember, of course, you probably don’t because it was, like, a whole week ago. I just, um,” Will was internally cringing at every word coming out of his mouth. “I almost knocked over the drinks. Last week. So, yeah, sorry.” Will was sure his face was completely red by now. He had been doing so well to.
Will turned around to walk shamefully back to his seat when Nico’s voice stopped him. “Oh, I remember.”
Will looked back, “You do?”
“Of course,” Nico grinned. “How could I forget the cute blonde who almost made me drop his drinks?” With that, Nico left the counter and went back to making drinks.
Will stood there for probably a bit too long, stunned and speechless. He forced himself to move and robotically sat back in his seat.
“AHEM,” Cecil cleared his voice loudly, causing Will’s head to snap in his direction. He had a grade A smirk on his face with his eyebrows raised. “So, I now know why you wanted to come back. If your red face and dopey smile is anything to go by.”
Will hadn’t even realized he was smiling, but he didn’t really care all that much. He glanced over to the counter and found brown eyes already looking back at him.
He didn’t know what to make of all this. It had never happened to him before. But Will knew one thing. Coffee was definitely starting to grow on him.
ch.2
#I FIGURED OUT THE KEEP READING LINE#this is my longest one#i like it a lot#coffee shop au#AU#solangelo#solangelo fanfiction#fanfic#solangelo au#will solace#nico di angel#cecil markowitz#lou ellen blackstone#feedback is cool#my wriring#my post#just a bit of coffee#jaboc1#chapter 1
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Chem Miss
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (her moodboards for the series are perfection)
Pairing: Reader / Jimin
Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, dirty talk)
Word Count: 12,807
Summary: “You’re my TA. I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your Saturday night talking to me about biochem.”
Jimin appears amused by this. “Who’s to say that I don’t? Also,” he leans in, a slight smile on his lips. “Who says we have to talk about Chemistry?”
It is never an easy thing, to be the only woman in the room.
From the second you chose your major, you knew you’d deal with this often. It’s intimidating to be the only one of anything in a place; to walk through the doors, see a sea of suits staring back and realize no one else is wearing a skirt. Eyes glancing up, scanning your frame and knowing with near-certainty most of them are assessing you on a binary scale. Would, or would not, fuck.
Most of the time you let their gazes pass. Most of the time, you don’t even notice but today it’s hard because today, the lights of the class are like beacons, shining from above making your way down the aisle. In every class before this one, you make it a point to sit in the first row; it’s something you’ve done since freshman year of Undergraduate.
Some people see this as being a kiss-ass but to you, it means you’re the first person noticed. The first one to be recognized, the one that people remember and that’s the spot that you want. Especially in a field as competitive as yours, biophysics: the understanding of biological functions in terms of chemical and physical principles. You’ve just begun your first year of graduate school, which means some of your courses still overlap with other fields and specializations.
This certainly explains the words on the chalkboard as you walk down the rows: Modern Chemistry for Innovation, I. The continuation of chemistry is necessary in your profession, since biochem and biophysics often overlap. You take a lot of the same seminars, end up trying to answer a lot of the same questions, it’s just that the method of achieving said answer is different. One focuses on chemical compounds and the other observes how said structures interact with one another, according to physics. There are many fields your major can lead to, but your passion is nanotechnology; nanomedicine specifically, or the creation of biological machines.
Which is why you’re excited for today. The Professor for Modern Chemistry for Innovation, I, Doctor Stephens, is a leading researcher of medical chemistry. He and his team lead the field in biomimicry and medicine and you’re excited to discuss the overlap between this and biophysics, especially given the increased emphasis in the community on environmental ramifications.
That’s another passion you hold – responsible science and in your free time you run a blog, with what little free time remains. By day you’re Y/N – graduate biophysics student, struggling to get by but by night you’re Chem Miss – a blog dedicated to real life problems, rooted in science. The name is a bit of a misnomer, since you’re currently studying biophysics but when you first began undergraduate, you thought your major would be Chemistry. Hiding the tab on your laptop, you know you can’t think about the blog until later. There are more than a few unanswered asks in your inbox, but you’re not very good at multitasking.
Instead, you pull up a blank page, flipping back to last night’s reading and readying yourself to take notes. While you’re busying yourself with peparations, a man enters the front of the room. He emerges from the door to the right of the chalkboard and at first, you think nothing of this. Continuing to skim the articles before you, you continue to read until he stops at the blackboard. He pauses there for so long, you eventually look up.
For a moment you’re speechless, thrown by how handsome he is. That is definitely not Professor Stephens; you know Professor Stephens, have read his work multiple times over. You’ve seen the dust jackets of his works and know Professor Stephens is older, in his late forties with graying hair and a Romanesque nose. The man at the front of the classroom can’t be much older than you are.
Early to mid-twenties, blonde hair pushed casually back from his forehead, there are square, black glasses perched on the end of his nose while he stares nervously down at the paper before him. His lips move, though no noise comes out, as though he’s repeating something to himself, over and over. Gaze flickering up, he quickly looks down, meeting the eyes of no one here before turning to write something on the board.
Assistant Professor, Park Jimin.
Jimin wipes both hands on his jeans, leaving chalk stains before he moves to the podium. Bending down, he plugs in his laptop into the power strip, tinking with wires before shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
When you realize you’re staring, you quickly look down. Your pulse is still racing though, hammering between breaths because holy hell, is this man gorgeous. With dark eyes, slanted cheekbones and a jawline you swear you’ve only seen in magazines – Jimin is beautiful and when he reaches up to tug down the projector, you get an excellent shot of his perfect rear end.
Shit. Fingers tapping at your keyboard, you debate whether to Google him or not before deciding, what the hell? Park Jimin, you type, adding, biochemistry at the end. Biochemistry is Professor Stephens’ field of research, which makes it logical to assume his assistant is the same. As soon as you press enter, there are hits.
Holy shit. You lean forward, nose inches away from the screen while you take in the headlines.
Park Jimin, Child Prodigy Attends Stanford University at Age 16
Stanford University Undergraduate Brings in Large Grant Money for Continued Research
Park Jimin, Rhodes Scholar, to Study Chemistry at Oxford
Stanford University Alumnus, Park Jimin to Join Research Team of George Stephens at Bangtan University
The articles are never-ending – a constant stream of achievements which makes your head spin because you thought you were accomplished, you were successful. To have made it thus far in this program, holding the scholarships you do – you thought you were doing great.
Park Jimin, it appears, is a different story. Your gaze slowly lifts up.
He’s looking away from you, staring intently at the board. Studying his handwriting with a frown, as though unsatisfied with the product. Jimin walks forward quietly, fingertip hovering for a moment before wiping away the dot on his last “i.” You watch, eyebrows raised as Jimin rewrites, drawing a small, perfect circle before taking a step back.
Jimin turns around, surprised to find thirty eyes looking back. He blinks, slightly owlishly before clearing his throat. “Hello,” he nods. “I am Park Jimin, I’ll be assisting Professor Stephens in Modern Chemistry for Innovation, I.” He glances up at the clock. “Since it’s now 9:00 AM, let’s begin.”
When he turns to face the board, someone slides into the seat beside you. “Wow,” your roommate, Liz’s hair falls crazily over one eye. “Who is that?”
Blushing, you lower in your seat while hoping, praying Jimin can’t hear. “That’s the TA,” you mutter, still not looking her way. “And shh – we’re in the front row.”
“Well, whose fault it that?” Liz grumbles, pulling open her binder. She turns to a blank page, sticking a pen in her mouth. “I would have preferred to sit in the back.”
Jimin turns, zeroing in on your roommate. “Introductions,” he announces, raising a brow. “You, you seem to have a lot to say. Stand, please,” he announces, waving a hand to pull up Excel on his computer. “Name?”
Liz blinks but stands, slowly lowering her backpack to the ground. “Elizabeth Castor,” she announces. “Biochemistry.”
“Mm,” Jimin quickly highlights and bolds Liz’s name. He’s not using the mouse – god, who is this guy? Here he is, standing at the front of a science course, using Excel like a business major. “Your major isn’t necessary, just your name will suffice. Next,” Jimin drones, turning to the next seat – which happens to be you.
It might be your imagination, but it seems like Jimin’s expression falters. He recovers quickly, but there’s a brief moment where your pulse flutters in response. A mere second where his lips part expectantly, and you realize you haven’t stood up.
“Y/N,” you shoot to your feet, struggling to right your laptop with one hand. “I’m biophysics – I mean, shit, I’m sorry. You don’t care about my speciality – I’m Y/N.”
Just the corner of Jimin’s mouth lifts. “That’s alright,” he nods, allowing a brief pause before turning to the guy right behind you. “Next?”
Slowly, you sink back to your seat, lowering your gaze to control your pulse. This is so unlike you, to be flustered by a look, caught off guard by a smile. You’re the solid one, the logical one; your reaction must just be because Park Jimin is so accomplished. He’s so worldly, incredibly successful at such a young age; it’s led to an aspirational crush, nothing more.
It’s just as you think this, Liz slides you a note.
So. When do you think office hours start?
Nearly snorting in response, you catch yourself just in time.
I didn’t know you were so anxious to meet with Professor Stephens.
Liz frowns, yanking her pen from her mouth to scribble.
Not him. Look at the ASS on Jimin, I’d love nothing more than to bite –
“Liz!” you gasp, crushing all evidence of the note in your fist. Liz starts to giggle and you blush, staring down at your desk as Park Jimin clears his throat.
“Everyone is here. Almost everyone is on time,” he adds, with a pointed glance at Liz, “so, let’s begin. Professor Stephens will unfortunately not be in attendance today. He will return for Wednesday’s class. My name is Park Jimin,” Jimin announces, pointing to his name on the board. “As I said previously, I will be assisting Professor Stephens this semester. Office hours are Wednesday and Friday from 4:00 to 6:00 PM, but feel free to reach out to me at any time for private tutoring. I am always available – my contact information is on the back of the syllabus sheet.”
From the corner of your eye, you see Liz trying not to laugh. Jimin looks down, seemingly having no idea of how his words have affected the class. For such an intelligent person, he doesn’t have much self-awareness. Curiously, you wonder if he even realizes how hot he is, how every female gaze is trained on his body. In response, every male gaze is sulking, sensing that they’re missing out on some prime opportunity.
Jimin flicks his wrist, moving on to the slides. “Biomimicry,” he announces, looking up from the screen. “An emerging field, one of the most promising of the twenty-first century. Applicable to all areas of science, biomimicry is a concept of innovation. It’s the idea of taking solutions found in nature and applying them to artificial substances.”
Flipping onto the next, Jimin points up at a shark and a wetsuit. “There are millions of successful demonstrations of biomimicry. This example in particular, is that of the skin of a shark, which is made up of overlapping scales called dermal denticles. These scales serve a dual purpose; the first reduces drag time in the water but they also discourage the growth of bacteria. By taking this concept and applying this to a modern wetsuit, we can increase the speed of humans in the water.”
Jimin pauses, flipping again. “Going back to the other function of dermal denticles though – bacteria doesn’t easily grab onto its surface. Which means that the presence of both bacteria and disease are significantly reduced by this texture.” Jimin arches a brow, flipping to a new picture. “Some of you are probably wondering what relevancy this has to you. Here,” Jimin allows, pointing up at a picture of a hospital. “By creating tools with a similar scale structure, we can reduce the rate of infection in hospitals.”
There’s a general shifting, murmuring through the class. “This next example is a sandcastle worm,” Jimin announces. “They create a natural, strong adhesive from the tiniest particles of sand. What if we applied this concept to say, shattered bone fractures?”
When he speaks, Jimin’s eyes brighten because he clearly loves to talk about this, is enthused by it’s possibilities. He’s passionate because he’s right – biomimicry can be applied anywhere. It’s exciting to consider applying this concept to nanotech.
You’re so absorbed in Jimin’s lecture that when he reaches the end of the presentation, you’re surprised. Jimin clicks next to display a black screen with The End, shutting his laptop and clearing his throat.
“We have three minutes remaining,” Jimin announces, surveying the class. “Are there any questions?” He looks at the back, noticing a hand raised in the air. “Yes?”
“What’s it like, being so young and on Dr. Stephens’ research team?” a female voice asks, dissolving into giggles when her friend tugs her lower.
Jimin flushes, looking down at the counter. “Humbling,” he admits, looking back up. “Any other questions? No? Then we’ll reconvene on Wednesday. Have a good day.”
The classroom comes to life, conversation and the scraping of chairs filling the room. You move to stand, Liz grabbing the pen from her mouth as she sticks the cap back on. “Well,” she muses, glancing over her shoulder while the two of you climb the stairs. “That was interesting.”
“Oh?” you ask. “How so?”
Liz glances again at the boards before turning back around. “Well for one,” she grins, lowering her voice. “Park Jimin can’t stop staring at your ass.”
You whirl around, meaning to look but Jimin is looking studiously down at his notes.
“Well, not anymore,” Liz corrects, as you turn back to face her.
“Yeah, okay,” you laugh, pulling on your jacket. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe you, Liz.” Grinning, you ignore Liz’s noise of protest while you exit the room.
Later that night, you sit in front of your laptop, flicking through tabs while drinking a glass of wine. Scanning your blog, you find the post you made last night, skimming the entry to note a few thousand notes at the bottom.
Chem Miss: On Responsibility
Perhaps a concept not discussed enough is the intersection between scientific research and scientific responsibility. Too often we confuse genius with integrity when mostly, the two seem mutually exclusive. When one discovers a new principle, a new science, a new formula and so on – who decides how science is utilized? Who decides the implementation, its rules, the method, the time? I argue it should be the scientist. I argue its our job not just to further humanity, but improve it. To guide our species towards not just a more sophisticated future, but a better one. Looking over my student course book, I find countless courses on innovation, principle, theory and research but it’s a rare thing indeed, to find one on humanity.
Odd, right – how the very people tasked with saving humanity, seem to be furthest from it?
Not everyone agrees, it seems. Scrolling through comments, you wince at some of the very flagrant remarks. You’re called childish, immature, unseeing, overbroad but for every negative comment, there are good ones. You perk up at this, reading more, scanning tags before moving your cursor to the message box.
24 new messages. Shit.
Most are a summarization of comments. People agreeing with you, disagreeing, picking apart your words and dissecting them. You answer each ask carefully, taking sips of your wine until your glass is finished and you hastily fill another, continuing until your head is hung so low, it’s nearly hitting the keyboard. Clicking on the last message, you barely register the URL before reading.
From: Mr.Ree
Alright, Chem Miss. What’s the solution, then? If what you say is true and the science community is far too consumed by their own glory to see the plight of the average human – how do you propose we change this? Whoops. As I type, I realize my words might come across aggressive – I didn’t mean it like that. You seem a bright, intelligent and kind person. I’m genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.
You stare at this message for a while, unsure how to respond. You get a lot of messages a lot of input from a lot of different people but this is the first one in a long while that’s made you think. You sit back and stare at the screen, carefully outlining your response. What is your recommendation?
It takes a while to type and by the time you press post, you’re fairly certain Mr.Ree has gone to sleep.
Hi, Mr.Ree.
First off – lol at the URL. Punny. To answer your question – I don’t have a singular answer, I have many. I think the first step is, as always, education. I think Universities need to place as great an emphasis on ethical science as practical and from there, I think it becomes more complicated. It is in our nature to search, not because we need to but because we want to. As long as we have questions, we will seek answers – but as to how these answers are applied, there must be greater input. We must reach out to the voices of many – many backgrounds, many cultures, many ideologies to provide a balance of ethical decision making. Off to top of my head, maybe even the implementation of scientific whistle-blowing communities would assist in doing this. Overall, I preach awareness. It is a lonely sphere at the top. Who is there to police the head, but the head himself?
Without waiting for a response, you shut your laptop and go to sleep.
You’re eating dinner the following Saturday when your phone suddenly vibrates on the table.
Liz: The new girl who works in the library invited me to a party. Which means she invited us to a party. You’re coming with me, non-negotiable. [7:02 PM]
Y/N: Ahhhh… but I really wanted to watch Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and drink myself to sleep [7:04 PM]
Liz: You waited five months to watch the second season, it can wait another night. Pick out something hot, something that shows off your butt [7:06 PM]
Y/N: it’s starting to get cold, though! Also – I just ate Chipotle and have a food baby [7:07 PM]
Liz: Don’t forget to shave your legs, I’ll be home at 10:00 PM, be ready to leave [7:08 PM]
Despite your grumbling, you shove the rest of your Chipotle into the refrigerator and wander into your room to stare at your closet. Three hours pass in a whirl of steam and curling irons and before you know what’s happening, you stand on a doorstep. Arms firmly crossed, shivering while you wait for Liz’s headlights to swing into the driveway.
“You wore a dress!” she cheers, watching you enter the passenger seat.
Scowling, you slam her door shut. “And I’m freezing, because of it.”
“Who cares?” Liz grins, putting the car in reverse. “You look great.”
Despite rolling of your eyes, you can’t help but laugh. “Where are we going?” you ask, as Liz turns on the end of the street.
“Not far,” is all she responds, turning up the music.
‘Not far’ ends up being a couple blocks over, as Liz pulls to a stop outside a non-descript apartment building. It’s beige on the exterior, beige on the interior and Liz stops at the valet to hand over her keys and enter the revolving doors. “Hi,” she chirps towards the doorman, leaning one arm on his counter. “We’re here to visit Apartment 2908. Min Yoongi.”
The man nods and picks up his phone, speaking to someone on the other end before setting back down. “All clear,” he nods, waving you on. “Elevators are on the far left.”
The apartment you enter is noisy, lights dim, smoke drifting in from the balcony where you see several people hanging out through glass doors. Music thumps in the background while a smaller, dark-haired someone stalks in from the hall. “Hey!” the man yells, scowling out at the porch. “Shut my fucking door, you assholes – it’s freezing!”
Then he turns around, spotting Liz. “Liz!” he grins, holding up a cup. “Sorry about that,” he exhale, walking forward. “This is why I hate throwing parties.”
Liz squints past. “No need to worry, Yoongi. It looks like your girlfriend has things under control.”
Yoongi glances sideways, to where a girl sullenly returns a megaphone to a shelf. He laughs, pushing hair back from his forehead. “She’s something else,” Yoongi agrees, glancing at you. “Who’s this?”
Flushing, you stick out your hand. “Y/N, I’m Liz’s roommate, I’m a graduate student studying biophysics at Bangtan University.”
“Ah,” Yoongi’s eyes light up. “Min Yoongi, Library Services. If you’re in biophysics, you must know my old roommate. Hey,” he calls, leaning around the corner. “Jimin! GET OVER HERE!”
You and Liz exchange a look when Park Jimin walks in. He’s holding a red solo cup in one hand, adjusting his glasses with the other; though when he sees the two of you, he stops. His gaze slides quickly over Yoongi and Liz to land on your face.
You stare back at him. “Hi,” you wave, wincing at how dull you must sound.
Jimin nods, looking at Yoongi. “Yeah?” he asks. “You called?”
Yoongi waves towards you both. “Y/N and Liz are studying biophysics and biology, respectively. Thought you might know them.”
Jimin’s brow furrows but before he can respond that he doesn’t, you interrupt. “We’re in your Modern Chemistry for Innovation, I class, Assistant Professor.”
A smile flits over Jimin’s lips, as Yoongi laughs. “Wow,” he grins, clapping Jimin on the back. “Assistant Professor – way to crack that whip, Park.” Yoongi’s eyes dance, searching the room. “Anyways, need to get back to you-know-who. See you all later, enjoy the party!”
Once Yoongi disappears, it’s just you, Liz and Jimin left. Then Liz spots someone and waves, nudging you forward with her elbow. “Got to go say hi to Javie,” she announces, waltzing past. “Come find me when you want to go, Y/N!”
When she leaves, you stare, mouth slightly ajar. Stomach sinking, thoughts scrambling, you try and combat your nausea by looking at Jimin. It has the opposite effect. “Hi,” you repeat, wishing you had something more interesting to say.
To your surprise, Jimin’s smile widens. He doesn’t seem as nervous, outside the classroom – perhaps this has something to do with the half-finished drink in his hand. “Hey,” Jimin responds, not looking away. “You can just call me Jimin outside of class, you know.”
“Right,” you agree, nodding enthusiastically. “Jimin. I’m Y/N.”
He arches a brow. “I know.”
This throws you, somehwat. “You know?”
Jimin nods once more, taking a sip of his drink. “You were sitting in the front row. Easily noticeable.”
“Right,” you exhale, somewhat deflated. You look past him, to where Liz has disappeared onto the porch. “I think I’m going to get a drink.”
Jimin’s hand stops you, when you move past to leave. His hand slides to your elbow while your gaze meets and Jimin’s lips part, as though surprised by the gesture. “What would you like to drink?” he asks, clearing his throat.
You blink. “If they have wine – then wine.”
Jimin’s lips quirk, and he nods. “Alright.”
He disappears then, heading straight towards the kitchen while you awkwardly lean a shoulder to the wall. Staring after him, the the door opens behind you and a group of people walk in, prompting you move. The living room is more crowded than the hall, which makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself and wince.
This is why you hate parties. This is why, when Liz asks you out, you rarely agree. You’d rather be at home, talking with friends in an environment you choose and pulling your phone from your pocket, you scroll through your notifications. The message icon on your blog blinks and your finger hovers over the screen, about to open when –
“Your drink,” Jimin interrupts, soft.
He holds out a glass of red wine, one you gratefully accept. “Thanks,” you say, sliding your phone in your pocket. “You don’t have to talk to me, you know,” you hear yourself saying. When Jimin raises both eyebrows, you continue, “You’re my TA, I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your Saturday night talking to me about biochem.”
Jimin appears amused. “Who’s to say that I don’t? Also,” he leans in, slight smile on his lips. “Who says we have to talk about Chemistry?”
You stare back, momentarily unsure. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear Jimin was flirting with you. Then he pulls away, lifting his glass and turning sideways towards the room. The sleeves of his sweater are long, hanging down past the tips of his fingers to reach the black of his jeans. Jeans which hug his legs so tightly, you can’t help but wonder where Jimin is hiding his wallet.
“Well,” you manage, bringing his gaze back to yours. “What do you want to talk about?”
Jimin opens his mouth but before he can speak, someone bangs into him from behind. Jimin pitches forward, right hand finding the wall at your head and you suck in a breath, startled by the proximity. Jimin’s eyes are wide, staring at you. He seems as shocked by this as you are, hand trembling slightly around the width of his cup. You only notice this because you, yourself don’t know where else to look.
Jimin clears his throat, pushing backwards. “We could talk about – well,” he pauses, searching the room. “TV shows?”
You arch an eyebrow. “TV shows?”
Jimin nods. “What have you been watching?”
Shrugging genteely, you take a small sip of your wine. “Black Mirror.”
Something in Jimin brightens. “Really? Same! It’s fascinating to think about one tweak of technology or circumstance, bringing us to face similar paradoxes. Makes you realize how volatile everything is, really. Hm,” Jimin allows, thumb trailing the edge of his cup. “Wouldn’t it be fascinating, if we’re one of those universes? If somewhere out there is an alternate timeline, far better than our own – and we’re an episode of a TV show for them. One they point at and laugh.”
You nod, grinning. “Yes! That’s exactly what I love it,” you grin. “Like the episode on social media – it could so easily be true. We already somewhat allow the quantification of people. It brings so many interesting questions to light. Especially for the scientific community,“ you say – cutting yourself off at the expression on his face.
“Ah,” Jimin smirks, shaking his head. “I thought we weren’t talking about science tonight?”
Smiling back at him, you lean against the wall. “Oh, who was I kidding? We’re scientists, it’s how we see the world. Some people speak in rhyme, we speak in reason.”
Jimin’s eyes glint. “I’ve always found science to be more like poetry than anything else.”
“Oh?” You try, and fail, to curb your interest. “In what way?”
Jimin takes a sip from his drink, looking up at the room. Up until now, you’ve felt as though you were talking to just some guy. It’s now you remind yourself who Jimin is. It’s hard to remember that, when he’s looking at you that way. It’s hard to remember you’re not just two people meeting, two people flirting – Jimin is brilliant, and he’s entirely off limits. Knowing this doesn’t help though, not when your heart beats faster at just the tilt of his head.
“Maybe that’s the wrong phrasing,” Jimin admits. “Rather, I find art and science to be more alike than anything else. It’s the same question, answered in different languages, right? One captures our purpose through light, colors and shapes. The other captures our questions through math, logic, reasoning. Science seeks to understand who we are, what we are – what’s more artistic than that?”
You fall silent, just looking at him. Hearing your thoughts voiced aloud, it’s hard not to lean in, hard not to agree with everything Jimin says. There’s a moment of silence, as Jimin’s gaze falls to your lips and you need to respond, need to say something to stop him – but nothing comes to mind.
“Hey,” Liz appears out of nowhere, draping an arm around your shoulder. “There’s this guy on the porch – he saw you walk in, and was asking about you. Want to meet him?”
Glancing back at her, you make the abrupt decision. As your TA, Jimin is untouchable. “Sure,” you announce, not letting yourself look in the direction of Jimin. “Why not?”
You don’t let yourself see him because you know if you do, you’ll stay and you know if you stay, you’ll talk for much longer and this crush on him will only grow. It’s barely enough it as is, you can hardly sit in the front row of his class and listen to him speak without wanting to jump his bones.
Because of this and many smiliar reasons, you turn reluctantly away. “Bye, Jimin,” you call out, allowing Liz to pull you onwards. The entire walk through the room and onto the porch, you force yourself not to look.
Since you’re not looking, you don’t see Jimin put down his drink. Since you’re not looking, you don’t see him place this on the counter and head straight out the door.
Later, you are more than a little drunk. Collapsing in front of your laptop, you finally check the blinking message from earlier. Your heart beats faster, seeing the familiar URL.
From: Mr.Ree
I like your answer, Chem Miss. Education is the root, and all things stem from that. Humans will never stop searching – and isn’t that a beautiful thing? – but if we have conscious searchers, perhaps real change can be accomplished. P.S. your writing style is lovely, do you write for anything other than this blog?
Pulse racing, you type out a response.
Hello, Mr.Ree
Do you mean to ask if I write poetry? Not at the moment, no – but perhaps I can be persuaded. I often feel science is a kind of poetry, anyways…
You slam your laptop shut, unsure what you’re doing. Writing to some mystery sender, there’s only one face in the back of your mind: Jimin. Park Jimin, with his glasses and too-big sweater and hesitant smile. This, coupled with a cocky way of speaking and bright flush of his cheeks. It was such a struggle tonight not to kiss him, not to touch him and admit how you’re falling for him. Groaning out loud, you slide down low in your chair.
You need sleep. Setting half-drunk wine aside, you scoot away from your table and stumble into your bathroom. After your nightly regimen, you collapse face-first on your bed and fall asleep like that, practically before your face even hits the pillow.
If you dream of Jimin, you don’t remember.
Weeks pass in this manner.
When you enter the class that next Monday, Jimin blatantly ignores you. Or rather, he doesn’t ignore you – he just acts ike he doesn’t know you. Which is worse, you haven’t decided. Sitting down in the front row, you watch his gaze slip right over you, as though he didn’t even see you at that party. As though he didn’t speak to you, of poetry.
When he acts this way, you tell yourself it’s for the best. This is fine, because Jimin is your TA and htat’s why you left, after all – you left before you could find out more about Jimin and fall any furhter. Before he endeared himself to you more and you became thoroughly, and totally screwed.
It’s hard, though. Hard to watch him, week in and week out and not like him more. Sometimes Jimin lectures but more often, he just sits off to the side. Legs spread while slumping low in his chair, chewing on the end of a pencil as he makes red notes in the margins.
You try not to look at him but it’s hard, when just the sight of Jimin is so damn distracting. His scent so intoxicating, it’s near-enough for you to drown in. This fact becomes apparent, one Wednesday in class when Jimin is passing out papers.
He’s informing you of something, you know he must be but all you can see is the movement of his lips. Dimly, you hear him informing that the last office hours before midterms are today and you nod, barely understanding the words.
He pulls back, going on to the next person but before he leaves, he gives you a look you can’t quite decipher. With your grades being near perfect, Jimin can’t possibly be asking you to attend for tutorial. Maybe he needs you to put in more face time, you reason. Perhaps Professor Stephens is the kind of guy who marks down how often each student attends, and Jimin is trying to help you pass.
Watching him travel the room, Jimin doesn’t appear to give the same warning to everyone. He passes back papers and notes, saying little to anyone but you and when he reaches the last, he looks up, gaze landing briefly on yours. His gaze is strangely dark, turning away.
Heart pounding, you place your laptop in your bag at the end of class. “Are you going to office hours?” you ask Liz, climbing the steps.
Liz nods, pushing both hands through the sleeves of her coat. “Yeah,” she sighs. “I have to. Got to make sure I pass the midterm.”
Making a noise of agreement, you fall into step beside her. “I think I’ll go, too.”
Liz looks up in surprise. “Okay. Sounds good – I’ll save you a seat.”
At 4:00 pm, you walk into room 112. You’re not sure what you expected, but the room is mostly quiet. Students are spread throughout the rows, quietly comparing notes and practice problems, with Jimin at the front, halfway bent over the desk of a girl you don’t recognize.
He’s pointing at her paper, explaining quietly despite her not looking anywhere near the problem. No, instead she stares at his lips, his jaw, that perfect piece of hair falling into his eyes and stomach tightening, you yank your bag higher and walk over to Liz.
“Hey,” she greets, scooting sideways.
"Hey,” you nod, sliding into the empty seat beside her. “What now?” you whisper, glancing up at the board. “Do we just… do homework for two hours?”
Liz taps her pen on the paper. “Review problems for the midterm,” she shrugs. “Or, you can outline your course paper, research the essay section. Anything you want,” she nods, pulling out her laptop as well. “Jimin is really great with helping out.”
Ignoring this information, you pull out your practice questions. As time passes and 6:00 draws nearer, Jimin never makes it up to your aisle. You watch him from the corner of your eye, while he moves down the rows but he never looks back, or if he does – you never see.
You wonder why he asked you to come, then, if he’s not even going to speak to you.
At 6:05 PM, Jimin looks up from his row. He’s seated beside Jackson, helping him work through a difficult case study and glancng down at his watch, Jimin clears his throat. “It’s five past six students, which means we have to vacate the room. If I didn’t make it to your table,” he announces, gaze faltering before meeting your gaze. “I’m sorry. If you need help before next week’s midterm, reach out to me privately and we can set up an outside study session.”
You look down. Pushing books into your waiting bookbag, you stand. “Come on,” you grunt, watching Liz stand as well. “Do you have anything more you need Jimin’s help with?”
Liz shakes her head, already scrolling through her phone. “Nah, I think I’m set. I’m going to run and get dinner, want to come?”
You’re about to say yes when, from the corner of your eye, you see Jimin raise a hand. He’s looking your way, making a gesture as though he wants you to stay. It’s so different from the way he’s been treating you, it’s hard not to be curious about what he wants. Hovering halfway from your seat, you debate with yourself. “Ah, no,” you sigh, glancing at Liz. “I just remembered something I wanted to ask Jimin. You go ahead.”
Liz shrugs and then leaves, calling out to text if you want anything. Most of the other students leave, too, just Jackson finishing packing up in the back. When he stands he smiles, waving once in your direction before turning away.
Now, it is just you and Jimin in the room.
Jimin looks up from his seated position; waiting, watching you walk closer.
“Yes?” you ask, reaching the side of his desk. “You wanted to speak with me?”
Jimin opens his mouth to respond – and then shuts it. “Are you going to apply for Dr. Stephens’ open research position next semester?” he asks bluntly.
Blinking back at him, you find yourself unnerved when Jimin pushes himself to stand. “I –,” you stop, shaking your head. “I don’t know. Isn’t it a biochemistry position?”
Jimin shrugs. “Biophysics can apply as well. Dr. Stephens’ research delves into both fields. You’d be a good fit,” he muses.
“Do you?” Staring down at his fingertips, which tap the edge of his computer bag, you frown. “Why?”
Jimin doesn’t seem thrown by the question, pushing his glasses higher. “You’re smart, intelligent and yes, most people here are but you were the only one who completed the extra credit on the last homework assignment. Not just that,” Jimin adds, seeing your response, “but your idea was a good one. Dr. Stephens thought so.”
“Did he?” you muse, gaze lifting to his. Unsure what you’re doing, you take an unsteady step closer. “And what about you? Did you think it was a good idea as well?”
This close to Jimin he smells like sage and sea salt; you get barely a whiff before he tugs on his coat. “I thought your response was brilliant,” he says softly.
The sincerity, the compliment to his words gives you pause. “Thank you.”
Jimin nods briskly. “I’m being honest, not kind.”
“Yes,” you allow. “That’s why I’m thanking you.”
Jimin’s gaze softens, mid-way through tugging on his gloves. He opens his mouth and you think he will say something more, something unrelated to chemistry and the thought makes you dizzy. Heat pours into your veins, renders you molten when he takes another step forward – one past you, out the door.
Jimin’s shoulder brushes yours, and you think that he shivers. “You should apply,” he reiterates, not looking back. “It would be nice working together in an outside environment… one where I’m not the one grading you.”
Turning to stare at his back, your insides twist contemplating the intent of his words. You wonder if Jimin is also interested, but too moral to act on it. If he’s too dedicated to education to ever make you feel compromised. You appreciate that, if that’s so and you understand Jimin’s hesitancy, yet – your hands curl into fists at your sides. You want nothing more than to press your body to his and kiss him wildly, willingly. The need races through you, increasing with each second he stands silent.
Slowly, you nod. “I’ll consider it.”
Jimin exhales. “Alright,” he allows, tugging on his beanie with one hand and wrapping his scarf over his neck. Then he leaves, leaving you standing there in an empty room.
Empty, expect for your thoughts.
Empty, except for the lingering, maddening presence of him.
The midterm comes and goes.
You pass, Liz passes – nearly everyone in the class passes, thanks to Jimin. Dr. Stephens goes so far as to say it’s the highest cumulative average in all his years of teaching. Jimin sits by quietly when this is said, smiling and accepting none of the praise.
You watch Jimin, like you always do, watch him without meaning to since your gaze always drifts sideways, body shifts slightly. You’re attuned his presence and this fact drives you crazy, but you continue to push these feelings away because Jimin never looks back. He stares everywhere but you, helps everyone but you – you try and tell yourself you’re just being crazy.
It’s your imagination that he’s ignoring you, it must be.
It’s mid-November though, when Liz catches onto your crush. Not that this is earth-shattering news, by any means, since most of the people in the department have a large crush on Jimin. It’s hard not to, him being so handsome, smart and successful. Not just that, he’s a genuinely good person and wants to save the world. The week a girl in your class found Jimin’s profile in the Bangtan University brochure, things went a little crazy.
The pamphlet was passed around for a few days, your classrooms racked with giggles and whispers like you’d gone back to high school. Everyone was talking about how dreamy Park Jimin was but it was the quote beside the glossy photograph that was the kicker, really.
“The thing about science is – it’s also an art form. You stare at the canvas, hold your paintbrush and ask yourself how to make others see. How to bring light to the darkest of questions. Questions which, once answered, amount to the very essence of humanity. I guess that’s what I’m searching for in my lab – humanity.”
His words hit so close to what the two of you discussed at the party, you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to learn more about him, so you stalked him a bit on the internet. It was while you were scanning an article about Jimin’s time at Oxford, when Liz happened to peek over your shoulder.
That was at the beginning of November and despite it now being Thanksgiving, Liz refuses to let it go. “So,” she grins, keeping her voice down in the library. “What are you researching now? The slender curve of Park Jimin’s neck?”
You flush, glancing around. “Liz,” you hiss. “Stop it, I don’t even like him!”
“Ri-ght,” Liz snorts, twirling her pen in one hand. “Sure, you don’t. You just have a normal amount of educational respect for our brilliant teaching assistant.”
“Yes,” you say, busying yourself with copying over your notes. “Exactly.”
“Just a healthy appreciation for his work.”
“True.”
“Understandable gratitude, for the large amount of time he’s given us.”
��Yep.”
“And the inability to look away from how fine his ass looks in those jeans.”
“Well, I – no, what,” your head jerks up. “No!”
Liz giggles, trying and failing to keep quiet. Suddenly you’re laughing as well, unable to stop yourself as the students from the next table glare.
“Sorry,” Liz whispers, raising her eyebrows. “She’s ovulating.”
You nearly choke, smacking her sharp on the arm. “Liz!”
You’re laughing so hard then, you don’t even notice him enter. All you see is Liz straightening, gaze zeroing in on someone behind you. “What?” you grin, turning halfway around.
That smile disappears when you recognize Jimin, deep in conversation with Yoongi. He’s smiling, running a hand through his hair and all your previous assertions to Liz fly straight out the window. Now that he’s here, with his crinkled eyes, wide smile – it’s impossible to deny your attraction. Your fingertips dig into the tabletop and before you can stop her – Liz waves a hand.
“Assistant Professor!” she calls, forcing Jimin’s head up. “Assistant Professor, Park Jimin!”
His gaze finds yours; only for a moment, before sliding to Liz. He pauses mid-stride, seeming to struggle while Yoongi glares angrily in your direction. It’s a silent promise to end Liz, should she yell in his library again. Your roommate winces, mouthing an apology and Jimin touches Yoongi’s shoulder, turning your way. Making his way through the library, he pulls of his hat to hold in his hands.
“Yes?” Jimin asks, reaching your table and studiously avoiding eye contact.
Liz smiles. “Y/N was just wondering what you’re doing over Christmas.”
“I – I wasn’t,” you hasten, suddenly flustered. “That’s not true,” you insist, voice ending in a squeak. You’re not sure what’s more embarrassing – the speak, or what Liz just said.
Jimin finally looks at you though, expression seeming as though he’s trying not to laugh.
Liz does laugh, though softly. “I’m kidding, that’s not what Y/N asked. We were just talking about bioinspired molecular machines and,” your roommate points at her screen. “Did you read this article? We were wondering what you thought of the research currently happening at Tohoku University?”
Jimin’s expression flattens, looking where her finger points. “Right,” he exhales, shaking his head.
When he starts to answer, you look away. Flipping open the tab you’ve kept hidden and re-reading the messages you’ve recently received. You and Mr.Ree have been talking since the start of the semester and at some point, you moved on to private messenger.
You’re not sure when the conversation became about things other than science but it did, and there’s no turning back from that now.
Mr.Ree: You have a sister, right?
Chem Miss: Two sisters, actually. One older, one younger
Mr.Ree: Are you close?
Chem Miss: Yes. My younger more than my older, I think
Mr.Ree: Ah, that must be nice
Chem Miss: Can I ask why?
Mr.Ree: I was just thinking about my sister. I haven’t really seen her in two years. Haven’t really talked to her in longer.
Chem Miss: Why’s that?
Mr.Ree: I’m not sure. I think I’ve been doing the science thing for so long, the research thing for so long – it’s hard to identify with normal life. With normal things. It’s not that I don’t want to… I just don’t know how, anymore. It’s why your blog post caught my interest
You stare at his words because with each message you get from Mr.Ree, it’s harder and harder not to want to meet him. This guy is witty, funny, smart and by now – you talk almost every day. That’s more than most people you see in real life and tapping your fingers against your keyboard, you lose yourself in a strange train of thought.
“What are you looking at?”
Liz’s question makes you realize both her and Jimin have gone silent. Their conversation is finished, both heads turned in your direction. “Nothing,” you snap, much too quickly.
Liz’s eyes narrow, then widen. “Ah! Is it him - mystery guy?”
Flushing, you slam your laptop shut. “It’s no one.”
Jimin looks at you curiously. “Mystery guy?”
“Yeah,” Liz nods, leaning back in your seat. “Y/N has been talking to this guy and –”
“Liz,” you interrupt, through gritted teeth. You don’t want to tell Jimin about him, don’t want him to know about your internet romance. You don’t want to say that you’re falling for someone you’ve never met. Not with Jimin here, so perfect and wonderful and entirely real.
Perfectly untouchable, but for different reasons.
“Interesting.” Jimin stares for a moment. “If you like him, who cares if you met online? Just tell him you like him and meet him. Well,” he pauses, looking thoughtful. “Under safe conditions.”
Liz grins. “Unless there’s someone in your real life, what’s holding you back?” she asks, somewhat suggestively.
You glare daggers at your best friend. “No.”
Jimin is already pulling on his hat though, adjusting his computer bag across the panes of his chest. “I have to go,” he apologizes, gaze flicking to you. “Good luck, Y/N.”
Then he’s gone, winding his way through tables and striding out library doors.
“Thanks a lot,” you groan, lowering your head to your hands.
Liz exhales, the noise gentle. “Ah, shit. I’m sorry about that – it just kind of… came out.”
You peer at her through your fingers. “Ass.”
Liz cracks a hopeful smile. “You still love me, right?”
Groaning, you slide down further in your chair. “I guess. But you owe me big – Chipotle,” you announce, lowering your hands to the wood. “And guacamole.”
Thanksgiving comes and goes.
It’s startling, the speed with which winter vacation arrives. One moment it’s November and you’re relaxing, thinking you have an entire month before the semester ends. Then you’re back from break and it’s the second of December and somehow there are only two weeks before final exams. You hole up in various study locations – the library, your apartment, the third to last table in the dining hall. Anyplace you can find, for some peace and quiet.
You would be stressed, would be freaking out if it weren’t for your mystery man’s messages at the end of each day.
Mr.Ree: I just want to say – I’m not always serious.
Lips quirking, you set down your pencil in the dining hall.
Chem Miss: Oh? Tell me a joke, then
Mr.Ree: On the spot?
Chem Miss: I’m waiting
Mr.Ree: Okay. Did you hear about the man cooled to absolute zero?
Chem Miss: …
Mr.Ree: He’s 0K now
Chem Miss: dear lord
Mr.Ree: Ahem. Do you know any jokes about sodium?
Chem Miss: Na
Mr.Ree: Okay, you knew that one. But why do chemists like nitrates so much?
Chem Miss: Idk, you’ve got me there
Mr.Ree: because they’re cheaper than day rates!
Chem Miss: hahahah
Chem Miss: okay, fine that was funny
Mr.Ree: see, I told you. I’m hilarious. Tell me how funny I am
Chem Miss: You’re soooo funny. You should have your own show, book, a web series even.
Paused in your typing, you lean away from the screen to rub at your temples and wonder what you’re doing. You don’t know how this happened; it’s hard to concentrate on studying, when you keep glancing at your screen every five minutes. Then you look at your phone, iPad – anywhere for his messages, his words.
You don’t even know him and yet – somehow you do? It’s odd. Odd, falling for someone you’ve never even seen and yet, here you are. Seated on a bench in the dining hall, attention equally divided between an unsubstantiated person online and an unattainable one in real life.
The last class of the semester, it is Jimin who lectures. There is no new material to teach, just a general review and questions but Jimin stands at the podium, fingers tapping the edge of the wood.
“No,” he answers, shaking his head at someone in the back of the classroom. “It is not enough to give a solution on the matter. You must also offer guidance to its execution.”
Your head snaps upwards, recognizing the topic.
The guy who asked the question seems peeved. “But why?” he complains, shifting around in his seat. “The point of this class is innovation, right? Why isn’t it enough to create the solution and allow others to practicalize?”
“Because,” Jimin leans in, eyes narrowing. “What kind of responsibility do you hold for your own research? In the lab, you’ll discover many things – some on purpose, some will not. When you come across something which could change the world – isn’t it your duty to ensure it’s a better one?”
The classroom becomes still, barely anyone moves as Jimin surveys the lot of you. “You must include implementation along with a solution, or your final grade will show it.” Gathering his papers on the podium, Jimin refuses to make eye contact. “Are there any more questions?”
The class is nearly over and when no one raises a hand, Jimin looks up. “Good. Don’t forget to send in professor evaluations before the end of next week. You’ll receive one point of extra credit on the exam for each review.”
Excited murmurs follow this statement as you push to stand. You glance backwards when you leave, but Jimin doesn’t look your way. He’s concentrated on his work, and you eventually you just look ahead.
For a moment, his words almost sounded like yours. It sounded like that post on your blog and for a second, you consider the idea that he may have read it. You brush this thought aside immediately, though. There are so many people in this world, so many people on the internet that logically, statistically – there’s no way Jimin read your blog.
Logically, there is just no way.
The final exam is as difficult as you thought it’d be; two and a half hours full of questions, essays and practical application. You feel slightly dizzy turning in your test at the end of the alloted time, handing Jimin your paper and completely ignoring the smile he gives.
You’re not the last one to finish, meaning Jimin is forced to stay put. He gathers the exams on his desk and stares at the clock. Drumming his fingers against wood and wishing time would move faster. He wishes this semester would be over, because then – he’ll be free.
You and Liz celebrate Friday by getting drunk. A bottle of wine each, dancing in your living room and eventually moving your dancing to the bars. It’s the firsttime you can remembering dancing – actually dancing – for the first time in a while, that carefree, fuck-it-all kind of letting loose you did back in undergrad. Now that your degree is underway, you can finally start doing the research you imagined. You can finally start helping the world and its people in the way you imagined.
When you arrive home, you’re more than a little tipsy; wiping your face free of makeup to collapse on top of your pillows. Yanking out your laptop, you scroll through YouTube, scan through your blog and realize Mr.Ree hasn’t responded. It’s been a couple days since you last heard from him, so you shoot him a message.
Chem Miss: hey?? U okay?
Then you exit, blushing when you see the evidence of your iMessages to Liz.
Liz: But like, I’m so sad the class is over [10:02 PM]
Y/N: what? Why? LOL [10:03 PM]
Liz: I never got to tell Jimin exactly what I wanted to do to that body of his. It’s a shame [10:04 PM]
Y/N: LIZ [10:05 PM]
Liz: PLEASE, LIKE U WOULDN’T HIT THAT. LIKE YOU WOULDN’T GET ON YOUR KNEES [10:06 PM]
Y/N: fuck. No. I mean, maybe. [10:07 PM]
Y/N: I mean, maybe I’d let him spank me and tell me what a good girl I am. [10:07 PM]
Y/N: but that doesn’t mean I like him [10:08 PM]
Liz: LMFAO, oh my god you must be drunk. [10:09 PM]
Liz: ok that’s it, that’s the sign we should head to the bars [10:09 PM]
Your face heats up re-reading it. Thinking about Jimin in that way, his lower lip between his teeth while his hands slide up your body. Before you can stop yourself, you’re closing out of the tab, staring blankly when you see the half-filled performance evaluation before your eyes.
At the top, in bold red letters it reads:
THIS EVALUATION IS ENTIRELY ANONYMOUS.
You glance behind you. The room spins slightly, shifting shift your weight on your bed to move the cursor towards comments. You filled everything else out earlier, this is the only thing left because at the time, you didn’t have the faintest idea what to write.
Slowly, you start typing.
Park Jimin has, without a doubt, the best ass I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing. It’s a truly incredible feat of nature but it’s only my second favorite thing about him. I love the way he talks about science – it’s hot af. There was this one day, when he was discussing the potential for artificial cell membranes in the creation of molecular systems and I swear, there’s never been anything sexier. Every sentence from his lips is poetry – and that’s what science is, isn’t it? Back to Park Jimin’s lips. I couldn’t see him behind that podium without imagining fucking him on it. Hands sliding up my chest, head between my legs – I guess what I’m trying to say is you need a different TA. One who isn’t as gorgeous, smart and witty as Park Jimin – because I honestly couldn’t concentrate the entire semester.
*I still can’t concentrate.
Pulling back, you stare at your own words on the screen. Blinking, some of your drunken haze clears and you realize there’s no way this can be sent. Absolutely not – when you move to erase, your thumb accidentally brushes enter.
“Oh my god,” you inhale, staring in panic while the cursor turns to a spinning wheel. “No. No. No!”
But then – sent. The completed page blinks back at you, mocking in its simplicity. You stare at this for a long moment before breathing, “Shit.”
The next ten minutes are spent frantically combing through Google, searching for a way to retract the survey, but there’s none. Once the survey is sent – that’s it. Pushing your laptop aside, you lower your face to your pillows and silently scream, resigning yourself to complete and utter embarrassment.
The one comfort you have is the survey is anonymous. There’s no reason for Jimin to think it was you and, slightly cheered by this thought, you manage to asleep.
Hoefully once you wake, things will have magically fixed themselves.
They haven’t.
The next morning you bolt upright, head spinning when you remember what you’ve done. Stumbling from bed, you head into the bathroom and brush your face and teeth, staring into the mirror as you reign in your emotions. The survey is anonymous, Jimin can’t know it was you. Except – you can’t remember all that you said. What if you wrote something which gave yourself away?
You can’t stand it – you need to know. You need to get that survey back.
It takes the rest of the morning to feel well enough to leave the apartment. You exit into your living room, grateful Liz hasn’t ventured outside of her room because the less witnesses to your humiliation – the better.
Pulling on a coat, you exit the building and begin the short walk to Jimin’s apartment. He said it was in Yoongi’s apartment building, so that’s what you’re banking on. You plan on lying, plan on telling him someone submitted a joke review in your name and see if he can throw it out without reading. You just can’t handle Jimin thinking it was you because he’s never once expressed that kind of interest – Jimin would probably be appalled, if he read the submission you sent.
Groaning out loud, you hasten into the cold. The night of Yoongi’s party, Jimin mentioned living in the same building. He also mentioned his apartment number, due to a story about a rather unfortunate mailbox mix-up. This probably wasn’t what he intended you use that information for when he told you but oh, well.
There’s no one present when you enter the lobby. Instead of waiting for the doorman, you head straight towards the elevators and ride to the fifteenth floor only to pause on the landing. You pace back and forth outside Jimin’s apartment before finally gathering the courage to knock.
There’s a long pause. A horrible moment where you wonder if Jimin is even home; maybe he already left for Christmas or – you nearly groan at the thought – maybe he has a girlfriend, or something. You never thought to ask. Maybe Jimin is at her place right now, laughing about some love-obsessed review he got in –
The door swings open. Jimin stands in the entrance, dressed in a navy sweater and jeans. His hair looks tousled, eyes going wide when he recognizes your face. “Y/N?” he asks, looking past you to the hall. “What are you doing here?”
You glance down at the ground, shifting your weight on your heels. “I – uh. Can I come in?”
Jimin raises his eyebrows but nods, opening his door further to allow you entrance. “Sure.”
Stepping inside, you’re not sure what you expected. Jimin’s place is – well, a kind word for it would be messy. Your eyes widen because you thought someone as articulate, as put together as Jimin is, would have his apartment in order as well. Gingerly, you set your purse down on his counter to face him.
Crossing both arms, Jimin leans against his now-closed door. “What’s up?”
It’s hard not to smile, since you’ve never heard Jimin be so informal. “Well,” you stop, shaking your head. “Fuck. This is going to sound stupid.”
Jimin raises an eyebrow. “From you? I doubt it.”
“No,” you mumble, looking down to where your fingers press anxiously together. “It will.”
A long moment passes, as Jimin steps away from his door. “Would you like some water?” he asks, moving into the kitchen. “It might help with whatever it is you’re trying to say.”
You nod, watching him walk past. Jimin is barefoot, his sweater not tucked into his jeans and he pulls a glass from a cabinet, sticking it under the faucet. “For you,” he offers, handing it over.
“Thanks.”
Unsure what else to do, you sit down on his stool and take a long sip of water to avoid meeting his gaze. It’s the first time you and Jimin have been alone since office hours, the first time he’s really looked at you since the party.
Jimin leans his elbows to the counter. “So. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
“Your review,” you blurt out, surprising Jimin. “My review was hacked,” you mumble, grip tightening on the glass. “I know they’re anonymous but someone submitted mine and uh, I don’t know all that they wrote but it wasn’t entirely appropriate.”
Jimin’s eyebrows arch higher. “No?” he asks, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was amused. “But,” Jimin postures, blinking innocently. “If you don’t know what they said, how would you know it wasn’t appropriate?”
Your mouth goes suddenly dry. “I – well, they said that it wasn’t.”
“Hm.” The corner of Jimin’s mouth lifts, pulling out his phone. “How nice of them, to prank you and then give a heads-up.”
You shift awkwardly in your seat and while Jimin is searching, you glance down at your phone. Anything – anything to distract you from this moment. There’s blinding silence between you, while he looks for your survey. When you look at your screen, you see an icon blink in the corner – it’s a message from your blog.
Mr.Ree: I’m sorry I was MIA! I’m alright, just busy, it was exam week for the class I assistant professor for. Had a lot of exams to grade.
As you read this, you pulse slows. You stare at the message, unsure if you’re seeing things, staring at the words and trying to comprehend but – there’s no way. It must be a coincidence; has to be, since this can’t be Jimin.
Suddenly unsure though, you type slowly back.
Chem Miss: I like your sweater. The color really brings out your eyes
You press send.
Almost immediately, Jimin’s phone chimes and he looks down, frowning – before freezing in place. Jimin stares at his phone for a while before slowly, lifting his gaze to yours.
“You,” he breathes, glancing back at the app. “It’s… you?”
Nodding, you’re unable to think of a response; unable to think of anything, really, beyond Jimin. Jimin – Mr.Ree – are the same person. This whole semester, you thought you were falling for two people and really, you were falling for the same.
Slowly, you let your phone fall to the counter. “It’s me,” you whisper, nodding in response. “I’m Chem Miss.”
Jimin looks up, blinking rapidly. “You’re – fuck,” he exhales, dragging both hands through his hair. “I’ve been crushing on you all semester,” Jimin blurts, meeting your gaze. “From the second I walked into class, then at the party – I just barely stopped myself from kissing you. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life but I stopped myself. I took a step back and tried not to know you. I stopped finding excuses to be around you but, oh god,” Jimin groans, head lowering to his hands. “I was so bad at it, so transparent. Could you really not see?” he demands, lowering his hands now to look at you.
Jimin’s expression is pained, out of control. It’s nothing like the calm man you’ve known all semester and mutely, you shake your head.
“I almost told you,” Jimin confesses, voice hoarse. “So many times, but – your education, your class. I couldn’t do that to you, couldn’t tell you I wanted you because I needed to remain impartial.”
“But,” you struggle to understand. “You’re also Mr.Ree? How?”
Jimin shakes his head, dazed. “Coincidence. I know that’s a crappy answer, but it’s the only one I have. I’ve been following your blog for some time and that day, that post – I just had to message you. I,” Jimin sighs, smile breaking out over his face. “I just can’t believe that it’s you.”
His words. His words are everything you feel, crashing over. His words are dragging you under, dashing you against rocks only to pull you back to the surface. Barely aware of what’s happening, you slide down from his stool.
“You,” you pause, struggling to hide your smile. “You should probably know I was the one who submitted that review. I was drunk and it was stupid, but I was the one who submitted it.”
Jimin’s eyes darken, sliding a finger over his lock button. “I know,” he admits, looking back down. “I already read it this morning. Tell me,” Jimin adds, voice dropping a notch. “Did you really mean what you wrote?”
“Which part?” you ask, just as quietly.
Jimin’s fingers search for the part he’s looking for. “Did you really,” he murmurs, suddenly tense. “Think about fucking me on that podium?”
Your throat dries. “I –”
When Jimin looks up, his smile is wicked. “I’m afraid I don’t have a podium in my apartment,” he responds, taking a step around the counter. Then another, walking until he’s before you. You nod – just once, for his hands to push into your hair, lips dropping to graze the edge of your cheek.
“Jimin,” you exhale, arms finding his neck. You can’t believe it’s him, can’t believe he’s here, finally touching you. Jimin’s teeth lightly skim your jaw, hands tilting your head carefully to the side. “Yes,” you groan, when he presses you to his counter. “Every day I thought about it – fuck.”
Jimin chuckles before pulling away. “I don’t know what to say,” he confesses. “I’ve spent so long falling for you, now that you’re here, I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything,” you murmur, lifting to press your lips to his. The moment is brief, sweet; enough to take your breath away. “Just kiss me.”
Jimin’s mouth opens, lips searing as he pulls you into him. His hands find your hair, pushing this backwards while his teeth catch your bottom lip between his. Jimin’s touch is near-painful before he releases you, hands roaming your backside to cup you rough from behind. His hips press to your pelvis, relishing the sudden noise that you make.
His thighs nudge aside your own, pushing your legs apart while shoving the coat from your shoulders. “No,” Jimin murmurs, brushing a kiss to your collarbone. “This, off.” His hands slide underneath your sweater, pushing it up and overhead. “This, too.”
Jimin stares, hands sliding to your ribcage. He cups your breasts in his palms, teasing until your nipples are hard and erect. “Jimin,” you moan, legs pressed together.
Jimin looks up. “Wet, already?” he murmurs, hand sliding to your legs. You’re still wearing your jeans so Jimin’s fingers slide backwards, tracing circles over your sex before he bends, trailing kisses along your collarbone. His lips are bruising, tongue and teeth sure to mark but you find you don’t mind, moaning at each sensation he brings – it’s already too much, and he’s barely begun. Jimin’s hand finds your jeans, deftly undoing a button, then another before pushing them down your legs.
His sweater is next, but you barely have time to appreciate before he’s bending to grip your thighs. Jimin lifts you quickly, your core sliding over his stomach as he moans, biting down on your ear. “Fuck,” he hisses, walking the two of you backwards. “I can feel how wet you are.”
Your legs hook over the curve of his ass, hands sliding into his hair while you kiss him. “It’s been a very long semester,” you murmur, groaning when Jimin shifts your weight. “I told you that in my review, didn’t I? I’ve been staring at your ass for a while.”
Jimin grins, shoving open the door to his room. “What do you want?” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs.
Your gaze moves lower, to where his front meets your body. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” you instruct, voice soft.
Jimin obeys, sliding you until you’re standing before him. He turns, gracefully depositing himself on the edge of his mattress. “What now?” he asks, leaning back on his hands.
“Jeans off,” you demands, watching him slide his belt free of the loops. He drops this sideways, pushing his jeans past his hips as you stare, at the sight of Jimin in boxer-briefs and nothing more. He sits spread on his bed, as you walk carefully forward.
Reaching the bed, you kneel first one knee, then the other over his lap. Balancing your hands on Jimin’s shoulders, you slowly sit to grip his arms tight. Shifting your weight, you smile at the intake of breath he makes. Jimin’s hands slide to your waist for balance – and then you move, rolling your hips as the length of his cock gradually harden.
“Ah,” you groan, grinding harder against his thighs. “You’re so hard,” you whisper, brushing your lips to his neck. “Just imagine what you’ll feel like inside me.”
“Imagine?” Jimin bites down on your collarbone, finger sliding between your legs. He pulls aside your underwear, gently stroking over your sex. “Why imagine?”
When his finger enters, you gasp, arching upwards to allow him better access. He pushes up while you ride him, one finger sliding in and out as Jimin’s thumb brushes your clit.
You grind harder, panting slightly when Jimin pulls back and you whimper at the loss, until Jimin flips you onto the bed. “Spread your legs,” he commands.
Obeying, you push your legs to either side for Jimin to kiss the top of your thigh. His fingers slide beneath your panties, dragging down your legs to throw on the ground. Jimin sits back, openly staring at your naked body before him. “You have such a pretty cunt,” Jimin murmurs, lowering himself to his elbows. He pauses. “Do you like dirty talk?”
Nodding, your excitement grows at the thought.
“Good,” Jimin exhales, sliding his lips up your leg. “Because you’re so fucking wet, it’s driving me crazy. Your pussy looks so tight,” he murmurs, two fingers sliding between the folds of your sex. He edges you gently, two fingers teasing just the edge of your clit. It’s enough that you moan, pushing your pelvis up into the palm of his hand.
Jimin takes his time, fingers sliding back down. He dips into your wetness, tracing circles for you to open further beneath him. “Jimin,” you moan, hands fisting in his sheets. “Please.”
“Please?” Jimin smirks. “No. Raise your hands over your head.”
You do as commanded.
“Now arch your back,” Jimin exhales, watching your breasts rise. “Ah, fuck. Good girl,” he smiles, resuming circling your clit. “Do you want my mouth? I can’t wait any longer to taste you.”
When you nod, Jimin’s head disappears between your thighs. His lips close over your sex as he sucks, sliding one finger back while your hips arch up in response. He enters you again, licking a slow circle around your clit. Your entire body tenses, grinding messily upwards as Jimin tugs your clit between his lips. He traces his tongue over you harshly before adding a second finger.
“Fuck,” you moan, as the relentless pleasure continues. “Ji-min,” you gasp out his name.
“I’m not done yet,” he mutters, biting down on his lip. “So fucking sweet, I swear.”
He resumes his motion, paying attention to your clit; treating it delicately, and then not at all. He spreads you, licks in slow circles before flattening his tongue and dragging upwards. The entire time he fucks you with his fingers, curling them up and in with each tease.
Your chest rises, arching while Jimin pulls back to look at you. His hands slide up your body, unhooking your bra to toss this aside. Jimin moves until his lips find your nipple, flicking lightly while his hand reaching between your thighs and spreads your legs. Somewhat breathless, you yank his face upwards, kissing him eagerly while your hands wander his body. As you push his shorts past his ass, Jimin moans in approval.
He shoves them the rest of the way off, dropping between your legs as his hair falls into his eyes. Reaching down for his cock, you find him hard and erect against your stomach. You tease your thumb over the tip, gathering precum before sliding this back down his shaft. Jimin’s eyelids flutter at the motion, lips parting in response.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, voice taut. “Your hands are so perfect, fuck. Touch yourself,” he breathes, opening his eyes to watch your hand slip between your legs.
“Like this?” you ask, and he nods.
“Yes, Y/N,” Jimin nods, catching your lower lip with his own. He pushes his cock into you, hitting your stomach. “Please, let me fuck you. I want to be inside you so badly.”
Nodding eagerly, you pull back long enough for Jimin to grab a condom. He rolls this onto himself, keeping his gaze on you while you look at his hands, stroking over his cock. It’s hard to stop the noise you make and Jimin slides his hands from your ankles to thighs, finding your center and aligning his member. He pulls your hips forward, barely pausing a moment before sinking inside.
Inch by inch, your legs widen as Jimin enters. His cock is hard, thick in a way which fills every need that you have. Jimin gathers you to him, burying himself further and when he finally stops, it’s hard to gather a response. He fits so perfectly inside, his hips aligned to your own.
“Oh,” Jimin moans, lips tracing your jaw to your neck. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. So wet. Ah, I’ve never had a cunt as good as yours, Y/N.”
You exhale needily. “Fuck, Jimin,” you groan, as he slowly withdraws, “You’ll make me come, if you keep talking like that.”
He smirks, sliding back in, rolling his hips to hit a new spot. Then another and, hearing the noise that you make – Jimin keeps going. He buries himself in you again and again, thrusting until you’re biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Please, Jimin,” you moan, snapping your hips upwards. “Faster.”
Jimin withdraws, slamming in and making you grunt. His speed becomes a punishing, relentless thing while he lifts your legs to drape over his shoulders. Jimin moves even faster, gaze darkening when he sees himself disappearing inside you. He enters you over and over, reaching down to lazily stroke a finger against your sex.
“Come for me, baby,” Jimin murmurs, fucking you harder; deeper, as his fingers circle your clit. “I want to see your face when you come, god – I’ve thought about that for so long.”
You arch upwards, as his fingertips slide against you. You’re so wet, tight and when he bends to take a nipple in his mouth, everything tightens around him. “Jimin,” you gasp, pulling him closer, “Fuck – Jimin.”
The force of your orgasm makes you see stars, darkness dancing on the edge of your vision while you surrender to him. Jimin continues thrusting, hard and fast until he comes as well. Body collapsing on the sheets, his chest curves over yours until you both catch your breath.
Gently, Jimin pulls himself from your body; removing the condom, to drop this into the can. “Come here,” he murmurs, falling beside you. Jimin’s hair is messy, chest entirely bare and you curl yourself eagerly into him. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing lips to your forehead in response.
After a moment, you look up. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”
“Ah, no,” Jimin mumbles, rolling over to grab them from his bedside. He pulls back triumphantly, sliding them onto his nose. “On the weekends, sometimes I don’t wear them at all.” Jimin smiles at you, pulling you close. “There.”
His leg slips between yours, sheets cool while your breathing slows to match his. “You really liked me this whole time?” you ask him, fingers intertwining.
Jimin nods. “For so long,” he whispers, lips pressing to yours. “And now that you’re here, you’re not leaving.”
You giggle in response, kissing his nose. “What about food, and stuff?” Jimin growls in response and though you laugh, your smile quickly fades. “But what about the course, Jimin? What about my grades?”
Jimin’s shrugs, thumb sliding over your side. “The course is now over,” he informs. “I handed in my grading to Dr. Stephens yesterday. You’re not under my tutelage anymore.”
“Ah,” you smile, pressing closer. “Then there’s nothing stopping me from staying here, is there?”
“Nothing,” Jimin murmurs, nuzzling his face to your neck. “So, will you?” he asks, body tensing. “Will you stay with me?”
You’ve never been more certain of an answer before. “Yes.”
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"Peter Dinklage, Actor."
Blog #227 10/17/17
I have blogged recently about the actors Elizabeth Moss and Terrence Howard, who came to my studio to be photographed doing a kind of improv for my monthly column in Vanity Fair. Here I’ll add the remarkable actor Peter Dinklage, famous for his central role in Game of Thrones. He came to be photographed for my book Caught in the Act.
As was usually the case with actors’ portraits (as it is with most of my portraiture), I began by interviewing Dinklage, to learn more about his work, and to give him time to get comfortable with me. (His revealing and thought-provoking interview is near the end of this missive.) I then suggested scenes and asked him to create characters to act them. The writer and my frequent collaborator, Owen Edwards, helped develop and write the situations.
Hearing his mother’s unusual sounds, a toddler opens his parents bedroom
door and sees what looks like his parents desperately wrestling.
Here, the actor was asked (directed) to play a brand new middle school teacher, confronting total chaos on his first day in a fourth grade class.
On the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles, you’re cut off by a busily texting driver in a Chevy suburban.
There have been burglaries in the neighborhood. It’s 3 a.m., someone is moving around downstairs; the landline is dead, and your cell phone is in your car.
At the family supper table with your wife and children. Your 15y/o daughter defiantly announces she’s pregnant and “can’t wait to be a mother.”
At a Justin Bieber concert, the “Biebs” has just pointed at you, a tween girl, and beckons you onto the stage.
A three-year-old declares that he hates everybody, and that there’s no way he’s going to his room for a time out.
A bunny-level skier unwisely decides to run the diamond slope, sees a tree dead ahead, and has no idea how to turn or stop.
“To be! Or not!! To be!!!” A desperate young actor in a way over the top audition for a the lead in “Hamlet.”
At a crucial bowling match, you, the team captain, have just dropped your ball on your foot.
After a lifetime of seeing hundreds of cartoons about people slipping on banana peels, you’ve finally seen someone actually do it.
Interview:
Peter Dinklage: I don’t know if I had had the wisdom to own my size at an early age, I just shut down as a teenager and got angry. I didn’t have a sense of humor about it that I should have had. I found that later, and maybe had as a kid, but I just didn’t have it anymore. I just got bitter.
I like the outcast community. No matter how famous or handsome an actor is, they are at their core a bit peculiar, because the profession is odd. In my 40’s, I still wake up going, “why do I do this for a living?” But then it has such beauty to it and I remind myself why I love it. But I think if you’re a little intelligent, you do question it often, or the good actors usually do find it a bit foolish. What else are you going to do? It’s a passion.
I know a lot of young actors who are very successful in their 20s who are great people. Some people know how to deal with it. I actually thank God I was lucky to get a modicum of success and a career later in life. I don’t know how I would have dealt with it if it came in my early 20s when I was acting the fool. You know, I don’t know what I would have done with that money. I don’t know what I would have done with that recognition. I think it’s dangerous. When you get older, you’re a little more centered.
I’m working, but it’s a double-edged sword. I obviously can’t play the roles that I wish I could. I still struggle too, but there are a lot of roles for dwarves in fiction for some reason and I seem to be getting work from those roles.
I don’t know why some people have more choices than others. I don’t want to be cynical, but there are some really lucky actors out there and there are some actors that are so much better that are really struggling. And it’s just luck.
A movie role is very solitary. There’s so much money at stake and there’s such pressure; you have very little time and you have to be so prepared. It’s a director’s art form and I love that. Also there aren’t enough artists anymore; the Fellinis and the Kubricks of the world have been replaced; it’s all about the actor. And it wasn’t about the actors in those movies; it was about the director and I loved that.
As an actor myself, it can be terribly boring, the time spent on set, unless you’re with an entertaining group, because you’re just waiting around most of the time. I love the filmmaking process, but the day to day….. people think it’s romantic and great, but it really is the opposite. It can be very tedious. And there are moments, little gems throughout the day – hopefully you get one a day – moments of truth and a great take and hopefully the director will pick that in the editing room. But it can be boring. Theatre on the other hand is alive and you are in on the process a lot more and you have more control as an actor because you are delivering the final result. And it’s being with other actors in one room all day long hashing it out and then presenting it. It’s a very different beast. From an actor’s point of view, I enjoy theatre in terms of craft and films I enjoy because of the intimacy of it, and because I’m such a movie fan that I love waiting to see what the director will do with it.
There’s acting before Brando and acting after Brando. He was all about sex. It was man, woman, … everything he did was, like, he’s going to fuck somebody. A lot of actors lead with their head and they start to overthink things. I think it’s better to lead with your groin than your head. We’re sexual creatures and I think all the great plays are charged to different degrees. You can’t deny the sexuality of acting. Obviously there are other things at play, but that’s a base. It informs I think, how you move.
I wish that I could fake it better. … I don’t know how these very good actors cry on a dime. I want to know their secret. For those emotions to come up, I need my environment to be really real and scary. I’ve worked on some films and theatre where you get to that level and it’s beautiful, but I wish I could fake that level. A lot of actors can, really well, but I just can’t. I’ve never been able to. Oftentimes with films there’s a pressure, you should be able to do that at the drop of a hat. I wish I could.
Every job you get better I think, hopefully; working with actors that are listening and don’t let you off the hook. And there’s a reason why the great actors are great, the really amazing ones, because they really listen. Unfortunately, that’s rare because people are very wrapped up in their performance.
Just because you had a great experience making a movie doesn’t make the movie any good. The Station Agent, that was both a really great experience because it took so long to get that movie made and we were all in it from the beginning. That was a sense of accomplishment. And, finally, people saw it, more people saw it than we ever dreamed were going to see it.
I think I’m so critical and I catch myself just being down on my acting too much, maybe because I’m a perfectionist. With acting specifically I want it to be amazing all the time and, so, I’m tough on myself when it’s not perfect.
I left time to create a portraits. He was so much fun and enthusiastic about collaborating with me that there were many images I felt worked wonderfully.
Here are a few.
Thank-you, Peter.
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Fate/Grand Order Voice Actresses Unleash Their Thirst at USA Tour Finale
The Fate/Grand Order USA Tour 2019 came to a close in front of hundreds of fans Saturday, concluding the four-stop tour at its final destination: Anime NYC. Donned in cardboard hats resembling the massively popular game’s mascot character Fou, fans were joined by English Fate/Grand Order Producer Albert Kao as well as special guests Aoi Yuki and Rumi Okubo, who voice several of the game’s characters, for a celebration of Fate Grand/Order complete with big announcements and a rather revealing Q&A, to say the least!
The guests were each “summoned” on stage as their heroic spirits from the game. Rumi Okubo was introduced as the voice of Astolfo and Elizabeth Bathory’s many different incarnations. Aoi Yuki followed and was introduced as the voice behind Shuten Doji and the many incarnations of Okita Soji. Okubo greeted everyone and said that despite it being her first time in New York, she already felt like a New Yorker. Yuki stated she was happy to be in New York because she’s a fan of the New York Rangers hockey team, and that despite it being her first time in New York, “I already feel like a Ranger.”
Kao led the Q&A by asking if they’d had a chance to sight-see yet. Okubo had seen a few attractions, while Yuki hadn’t had a chance yet. She added that she wanted to go to the Metropolitan museum “where all the catalysts of the servants are,” and Okubo agreed.
While they hadn’t had much time to spend across the city, they had been on the convention floor checking out everyone’s F/GO cosplays. Okubo revealed she had been seeking out all the Astolfo and Elizabeth cosplayers and taking their pictures “without telling them I voice [the characters].” Yuki said she had taken pictures of an Okita and a “very beautiful Jeanne Alter,” causing Okubo to exclaim that she wasn’t one of her characters.
The subject was directed to the F/GO USA Tour booth set up in the Exhibitor’s Hall and the various features they set up for fans to interact with, including a replica of Kintoki’s bike from the game. Kao said that when planning the tour they had considered incorporating some features from the Japanese F/GO festivals, but ultimately decided to build entirely new things specially for the American audience. When asked if they’d interacted with the booth at all, Yuki said that because her character Shuten has “a very deep relationship with Kintoki,” as soon as she saw his bike she “immediately knew” she had to ride it.
It was pointed out that on one of the large Shuten Douji images featured at the booth Yuki had taken the time to specifically autograph her thigh. Yuki sheepishly admitted that she wasn’t sure where to sign at first and the most lit up area of the picture happened to be her thigh.
A trailer was shown for the recent Seven Duels of Swordmasters event, and the two were asked what memorable things they remembered from it, since they both actively play F/GO in addition to their voice contributions. Okubo said that the Hidden True Name system stood out the most to her. Yuki noted that “not a lot of good things happen” in the Japanese history version of the events, so seeing them retold the way they were in F/GO left her “excited and warm-hearted.”
Okubo added that she’s sure a lot of players were surprised by the ending and that she hopes the story being set around so many Japanese servants sparked some interest in learning Japanese history.
The question of when Muramasa will be released as a servant is brought up ― a question that’s become a bit of an in-joke among fans for some time now. Yuki replies that she honestly doesn’t know. “Every time I meet [the developers] I ask the same question, but they never tell us... I’m sure one of these days Muramasa will come out... Until then continue to support F/GO please.”
Kao then introduces the audience to the current Christmas-themed event: the Little Santa Alter, a rerun of last year’s Christmas event wherein users can gain Jeanne d’Arc (Alter Santa Lily) as a limited servant (a name everyone on stage inevitably struggled to say correctly). When asked what their memories of the event were, Yuki admitted that she’s a relatively newer player and missed the event’s Japanese run.
What stuck out the most to Okubo was the ascension material being a Gilles de Rai doll, which she wishes would be made and sold as merchandise. She also really liked the prize roulette system and would like to see it in more events. Unfortunately, she said, “when I asked our staff why we don’t do that, they kind of looked at me with forlorn, sad eyes, so I’ll never ask that question again.”
They all joked that those were the eyes of a gacha player. “A servant will definitely come to you [if] you continue to roll the gacha,” Yuki went on to say. “That’s what gacha is all about.” Both actresses offered some emotional support to a very dejected-looking Kao.
The topic then shifts to the different characters Okubo plays; Kao asks how she distinguishes between all the different versions of Elizabeth Bathory she voices. Okubo admitted that most of them are pretty similar so she doesn’t change things up at all before adding “The problem is the mechas... when I first received the description, I read it and thought, ‘Mech? Mecha? Seriously?!” For Mecha Eli-Chan she decided to go with a somewhat more childish performance than usual.
With the topic of the limited Christmas in mind, she added that she was first surprised to find out how many people missed out on Caster Elizabeth for one of the Halloween-themed events, which taught her the importance of playing the events. Yuki agreed, saying she never realized the regret she’d have as a new player who only owns Astolfo and base Elizabeth and has already missed out on getting Okubo’s other characters. Okubo jokingly asks the developers to give her some Elizabeths. On the side, Yuki adds that her Astolfo and Elizabeth are NP-level 5 and begins petting a tiny Astolfo plush that Okubo had brought on stage with her, causing Okubo to start shouting “Ah, ah, thank you. Thank you. That feels good,” in her Astolfo voice.
It only got weirder from there!
Kao asks Okubo about her process creating the voice for Astolfo, but she interrupts herself while answering to start making more suggestive Astolfo noises as Yuki continues to pet the plush. Regaining her composure, she answers, “He’s cute, and he’s a boy, but... He doesn’t care about being cool or boyish. He doesn’t care about gender that much. That’s what I had in mind when I voiced Astolfo.” Kao then asks what she had in mind when voicing him in the spinoff gag anime Learning With Manga! F/GO, to which her voice trails off in a simple “Ehhhh…” before moving on.
When asked about how her performance differed between F/GO and the Fate/Apocrypha anime, Okubo said that for Apocrypha she “started from scratch again” and looked inside herself to channel her own cute and masculine sides. “Honestly, it was very hard for me.” Yuki said she originally watched Apocrypha because Karna, her favorite servant, was in it, “but then watching Astolfo in it I thought, ‘Wow, he’s cool.’”
The conversation moved to Yuki’s role as Okita Souji and what she had to keep in mind for her performance. According to her, the staff had made it apparent that there needs to be a differentiation between her coolness in battle and her loving side when interacting with her master. “It was very easy to built the character based off that.”
Okubo then made some suggestive comments about Okita generating and sucking up Critical Stars that the translator thought best not to translate entirely.
Kao pointed out that Okita was first introduced in the GUDAGUDA Honnouji event which is known for its fast-paced, comedic dialogue. Yuki noted that she had been told to play it rhythmically “in a staccato.”
When it came to voicing the role of Shuten Doji, Yuki said “I kept in mind [that] she’s small but sexy. She’s not big, but she has the sweet-scented musical voice I wanted to convey when voicing her.” Okubo admitted that when she uses Shuten in her party she honestly gets “really excited” and tries to get her damaged so she can hear those voice lines. Kao said he had never thought about playing the game that way, to which Okubo replied, “Don’t you do that with Gilgamesh? I thought you liked Gilgamesh.”
The conversation then devolves (or evolves, depending on how you look at it) into a rapidfire Gilgamesh thirst-fest:
“I like it when his hair is down.”
“His bangs are awesome.”
“So awesome.”
“Caster Gilgamesh in Babylonia, you have to love him,” Okubo says at some point.
“Caster Gilgamesh is one of the characters you definitely want to have as a boss. As your work boss,” Yuki adds.
“I want to offer my services to him,” Okubo replies. The entire crowd erupts in laughter, and Okubo attempt to clarify with “That’s spending money, right? That’s what it means,” and Kao to ask what the panel’s supposed to be about again.
Yuki reminds the panel they were talking about Shuten Doji and finishes answering the original question by pointing out that even as a native Japanese speaker, learning to speak with a Kyoto dialect for Shuten was so challenging that she required special training for it.
Kao then says he was given info that they’re both in a LINE group with a few other F/GO voice actors called “FGOtaku” and asks what kind of things they talk about there, opening up a whole new can of worms.
Yuki asks, “Can I really say that?” to which Okubo responds, “Honestly, there’s a lot of conversations that shouldn’t be recorded or archived.”
“I love Karna, so when my love for Karna is at its full peak, FGOtaku is where I go to let out all my passion for Karna,” Yuki admits.
“Every time she prefaces her chat with ‘This is unbelievable!’ we’re like ‘Oh no, not again,’” Okubo jokes. “Then whenever we open it we go ‘Oh that’s pretty cute,’ so that’s how those conversations go.”
“That kind of banter happens with every favorite servant in the LINE chat group.”
“Especially when new costumes or Saint Graph images come out of our favs. We all get excited,” Okubo confessed. “I look at the backsides of the servants. I personally love to look at the hands of men.”
“This has kind of gotten sexual. We should probably stop.”
Kao says he always thought he was the crazy one, to which Yuki and Okubo both reply “Same, same.”
Trying to get back on topic, he asks which Noble Phantasm in the game is their favorite. Yuki says that her favorite would have to be Ruler Jeanne’s because of how helpful it is, and that as long as you have Merlin and Ruler Jeanne you can pretty much go endlessly during turns. “Any time there’s a battle I can’t beat, my lineup would be Mash, Jeanne, Ruler Jeanne, and Merlin. You can easily go 70 turns with that. My maximum is 158 turns.”
Okubo answers that her favorite right now is Mecha Eli-Chan’s because of how hard it hits, and that her other favorite is Paul Bunyan’s “because it’s fast.” Yuki adds that on that note she likes Arash’s Noble Phantasm and the two perform it together. Okubo says that his voice actor told her to actually try playing with him to hear his victory lines. Yuki says that she likes how cute Paul Bunyan is, but that Arashi has nice muscles. “I like the underarm. I like the armpits.”
Bracing himself for what would inevitably come next, Kao had one final question for them, “Who’s your favorite servant?”
Keeping it short and easy, Yuki simply shouted “Karna!” Okubo retorted, “You like Karna because you love Karna. I like Gilgamesh, but what I actually want to do is just watch him from afar. Trying to become friends with him is probably super hard. If you do, you’ll probably be really stressed out.”
Yuki said that if she could summon a servant in real life it would be Karna so she could make him her husband. Okubo said she’s simply a fan of Gilgamesh’s, but if she could really go out with a servant it’d be Archer Emiya. Yuki asked if the question had changed to which servant do you want as a boyfriend, then said for her Robin Hood would be good for her because he takes care of people and she needs to be taken care of.
She then asked Okubo to explain in her words why she’d choose Emiya, to which she replied that he takes good care of his friends, he’s a good cook, and he’ll scold you when he needs to.
“By the way,” she added, “If Gilgamesh was here I wanna be his chair. Please sit on me.”
With the somewhat risque Q&A out of the way, it was finally time for announcements, beginning with details of this year’s Fate/Grand Order Thanksgiving Special running from November 20th until December 1st. In addition to seven days of extra login bonuses, the event will feature limited time missions, ½ AP cost for all daily quests, daily pickup summons, and a new Spiritron Dress for Astolfo.
A trailer was then shown announcing that Pseudosingularity IV: Heretical Salem would be coming soon to F/GO and be the final chapter of Arc 1.5.
It was also announced that Noble Phantasm subtitles would be released in a same-day update across all versions, and that to celebrate the conclusion of the Fate/Grand Order USA Tour all English F/GO players would be receiving 30 Saint Quartz.
As the panel came to a close, both actresses offered their final words of thanks to the audience.
“Thank you all for coming again," Okubo led. “I was supposed to be here as a voice actress guest, but for some reason I decided to talk about being Gilgamesh’s chair. I hope when you leave this panel you forget about all that… Seeing everyone enjoying F/GO makes me happy as a voice actress and a player... Thank you all again for coming.”
“Thank you all for coming,” Yuki added graciously. “Seeing all these American masters, I saw everyone was kind and warm-hearted. I learned that today and was very happy... The love of my life, Karna, the singularity he shines most in is five in America. I know that because he shines there America the country is my holy site. I’d like to come to America to see and meet everyone again. Thank you all for coming.”
Are you excited for the upcoming Fate/Grand Order events? Do you want Gilgamesh to use you as a chair and sit on you too? Let us know in the comments below!
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Unit 19 full by police from NSW and Canberra with UK and US police with the public living luxury life and having fun together while I am dying alone in front of them from the Gas smell in my home urging and begging them all the time to remove it or even to order the criminal Steven with many others in unit 19 to turn it off but they doing nothing, isolated me dealing with me as hostage in my home, Steven installed Gas tubes in my home ceiling when he was living in unit 22 over us in year 2004, and recently…James and his niece Sara with some from formal deputy Nick Kaldas ’s family moved to next door apartment installed Gas tubes in the wall between me and them…send armed police to all of them now to arrest them all now please I am about to die from the Gas in everywhere in my home now and all the time…
Please focus only on the main points here…can any responsible from the police or government to investigate where is the criminal Steven Maxwell case, in which court if it was in Liverpool court or Bankstown court or anywhere else, to sentence him to end this hell now…it was in year 2005 only because he used my sister in law but now they have to add more crimines to his record …like installing spy cameras to watch me 24 hours a day everywhere and installing Gas tubes in my home, to torture and humiliate me…destroyed all my life…prevented me from getting any job as you will read I was an accountant here in Australia and overseas…and many more from his crimes with me since 1998 until now…Steven has to be jailed at least for the rest of his life…never to be forgiven or to deal with him as he was over the law because the old four officers here protecting him…
the mean four police officers in unit 19 ( the investigation proved they are not police ) , formal retired police officer Thomas (if he was police) with other three retired police came to unit 19 in year 2003 only to investigate and arrest the criminal Steven, they all over 70 years old, these four officers helped the criminal formal Liverpool court registrar Steven Maxwell to use my sister in law in court trial in year 2002 to pretend she is me, that is why they connected Steven crimes by unlimited and unrelated investigation about corruption to hide their crimes saying they will never allow anyone to arrest their friend Steven, as you know Steven was arrested in year 2005 because he used my sister in law in court trial to pretend she is me to revenge from his half-brother Dr. peter Campbell to stop him from marrying me, officer Thomas with the other three were behind this conspiracy and helped Steven to escape from Australia to US after Liverpool court sacked him from his job as registrar, also as I heard he is here in Australia hiding somewhere…Thomas was seriously ill, his other friends all over seventy five here…no idea where they work now and how they work at this age…
Also unit 19 police focused on one point for many years they don’t like to do anything regarding this point or to move to another point at least to end Steven case now, you can ask them about it…I am not responsible about what they are doing here, there is no connection between Steven crimes and any other corruption…they trying to complicate everything for their own benefit,
Also, please investigate a lady her name is Sara in unit 19 most of the time, she is saying she is from NSW health minister office (investigate if the health minister investigated who she is before he hired her or what hell is going on here)…she believed she has power to close unit 19, behaving as she was the premier here…James saying he is from the intelligence while he is not … he is over seventy years old now helped his niece Sara to work in the premier office, he is helping all his family to work everywhere abusing his job in unit 19…Sara left her office and her work in the health minister office all the time comes more often to unit 19 dealing with unit 19 investigation as she was very important person…I have no idea why she doesn’t like to correspond unit 19 formal instead she leaves her office and come to say anything here and if she likes to send me email or to call me I am here to answer any question because she and her uncle James working hard to fabricate everything to close unit 19,
Also you have to focus on the old four people which they started their investigation in year 2003 until now never and will never arrest them ask them to leave unit 19 …ask them to leave unit 19 and order them to retire now to be able to end your investigation.
also, there is four or five saying they are from UK here to help unit 19 police in their investigation…they doing nothing here more than spying Australia…there is one of them his name is Rob…he is very aggressive mane…the queen asked to return them to UK but police unit 19 refused…no idea why ??? the same with other two pretend she are from US…ask them to leave Australia now …….top of barbarism in unit 19…ask unit 19 police to move from this point which they talking about for years and years without taking any legal action regarding this matter until now…
As you all know unit 19 in Liverpool full by police and people from the government from everywhere…isolated me dealing with me as I was hostage since 2003, torturing and humiliating me under the name of unrelated and unlimited investigation about corruption,
installed spy camera in my home…using Gas to kill me…disconnected my TV antenna, after they tortured and humiliated me for more than twenty years…now they like to keep going in their misleading investigation about Australia without arresting anyone or to close unit 19 without any justice to be done for me and my children…its mafia in unit 19…I urge all Australia…please think only about solution for me and my children we are in hell here, separate Steven case from any other corruption remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling and arrest the criminal Steve to end this hell now .
Now the one pretending he is formal police commissioner Nick Kaldas in the hospital for a while, he is in serious conditions, there is some people from his family with someone pretend he is from Canberra intelligence his name is James with his neice Sara and their family with someone pretend he is officer from UK his name is Rob, also with the old four people which they pretend they are police started this unlimited investigation in year 2003, never arrested anyone…they refusing to arrest anyone and refusing to leave unit 19…doing nothing more than creating new excuses to stay in unit 19, huge secret behind them all here…with many more in unit 19 days and nights, all like to stay in unit 19 for ever they all worried from turning the table over their heads,
Recently some of them moved to next door flat unit installed Gas in the wall between me and them, police 19 did nothing to stop them… it means there is Gas tubes in my home ceiling and in the wall between me and next door neighbours
Why you all don’t like to work together, to consist of team from federal police with top names from around Australia from government with police and army with fire and rescue…etc, to come to unit 19 to solve this matter or to take over now…there is no end to their unlimited excuses…
they all trying to fabricate everything to close unit 19 without any justice working hard to protect the criminal Steven and hide huge corruption, but why many of them here trying to protect criminal like Steven, unfortunately all those people with many others working with the commissioner want to fabricate everything against me to close 19…using another lady has temporary visa here they helped her to use my name everywhere…taking money from the Centrelink under my name, fabricated Australia citizenship, passport, …etc, under my name …all of them here left her to use my name everywhere, now the commissioner wants her to be me to close unit 19…she has temporary visa…while I have been in Australia for about thirty years …the commissioner wants to deport me from Australia as I was her and will give her all my rights as Australian citizenship…
the commissioner knows and sees…how I am very respectable, educated and religious person I was Accountant & Tax Consultant in Australia and Finance Specialist & Auditors in my country, Steve and his family destroyed my life, but the commissioner trying to destroy the rest of my life to protect criminal like Steven…I have no idea why ???
my question here who will protect us from all those people, why unit 19 police want to torture me until I die…if whatever unit 19 investigating is huge and hard to be finalized…why they don’t like to finish Steven Maxwell case by arresting him and keep going on their unlimited and unrelated investigation about corruption even forever… they tortured and humiliated me for twenty years and now they like to fabricate everything without any justice and close unit 19 or to keep going…
Police unit 19 refusing to do anything until, they opened unit to anyone to come to say his own opinion according to his own interest not for Australia interest as there was no law or human rights to protect us from them all…
now they saying whatever they started investigation about it in year 2003 very complicated and want to fabricate everything after they tortured and humiliated us for more than twenty years now,
also investigate what hell behind James and his niece Sara … I like to know what hell they want from us save my life first Australia...there is someone here his name is James has no idea what hell he is talking about, he pretend he is from Canberra intelligence…as I heard he was driver and famer never worked with the intelligence before, also he helped his niece Sara…(she was farmer too) helped her to work in NSW premier office dealing with this matter as she was the premier …they both behaving very strange.
protect us from these criminals now… send police and army to arrest them now or to do AVO now to stay far from us, James has criminal record as I heard… he moved to next door flat unit in same block with many from his family installed Gas in the wall between me and them…James pretend he is from the intelligence while he is not… no idea what hell he and his niece Sara wants from us,
send police to unit 22 now to remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling and from wall between me and next door neighbors and arrest them with the criminal Steven with his family from unit 21 and unit 22 now …
There is many from the federal police came to unit 19 long time ago, said they will stay in unit 19 only one week until they wright a report to the federal commissioner …as I heard they wrote a report told him about unit 19 corruption…but until now there is no respond from Canberra federal commissioner…please do something at least to save us.
If there is any responsible here in Australia can send me email to tell me what hell unit 19 people want from us or what hell they are doing here more than became rich taking and collecting millions and millions of dollars from useless and endless investigation about corruption…its mirage they like to complicate everything to keep going in their illusion…they mixed between crimes and corruption, they don’t like to give everyone his job…or to distribute their collection about corruption to others…for example to gave Australia federal police their part …. and I.C.A.C. also OMBUDSMAN …LECC …give the court whatever belong to the court… etc., why they like to be responsible about all crimes and corruption to be investigated from unit 19, and at the end they saying its complicated and impossible to end it…me and my children are not responsible…
also most of them have no idea about the law,…that is why they like to stay forever here to make it hard, who exactly responsible about unit 19 misleading and unlimited excuses, why you all silent…who will save us from them all…they are here only to host people and spying big names and big organizations or big companies…who give them this unlimited power and authority
I am urging the whole Australian leaders to find solution for me and my children they tortured and humiliated us for twenty years now…its impossible to see all of you disable to find solution for us since 1998 until now refusing to arrest the criminal Steven, unit 19 arranging for new plan almost every day…most of them are not police or anything else.
I urge everyone will read this message to call NSW premier and the prime minister also Canberra federal police commissioner to find solution for us…stop listening and accepting any more excuses from unit 19 or to discuss this matter from or with them, Canberra with NSW have to consist committee from federal with NSW qualified police and from around Australia also fire and rescue with army to remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling to save my life and the whole resident in our block with next door block first and arrest the criminal Steven with everyone involved in his crimes now to end unit 19 barbarism.
unit 19 police in Liverpool full by top names now and all the time, its endless investigation about corruption about all Australia, they enjoying their time together and their huge wages for doing nothing more than misleading all Australia by creating new excuses all the time since 2003 until now never and will never arrest anyone…I am in hell in front of them all the time…where all of you as police and government.
I am not responsible to take my life year after year to investigate about 25 million people corruption in Australia … James in unit 19 he is related to me, he is over seventy years old… works hard against me… recently he helped his niece Sara to work in NSW premier office to use her as she was most powerful to do and saying whatever she likes to say using and abusing NSW premier’s name, James pretend he is from the intelligence...he is not…he is dealing with this matter as he was most powerful…he was driver nothing else….he can contact unit 19 police from anywhere works with many from his family to pretend they are from any top names office…advising them to fabricate everything …who will investigate this man and arrest him now …as I heard he has criminal record investigate this matter from police unit 19, if there is anyone police here
James using unit 19 as it was entertainment unit having fun here, and finding jobs for his family members in big names offices as he did with his niece Sara worked in the premier office as he did with other two from his nephew before… investigate who hired Sara in NSW premier officer and why …what hell she is doing in unit 19 all the time .
Please send team with iron hands with real power and authority to remove the Gas tubes and arrest the criminal Steven Maxwell…send team from federal police and army to occupy unit 19 asking all of them to leave now…they all working together doing nothing more than creating excuses, or using each other as excuses…taking huge wages for hosting people…spending millions and millions of dollars to hide crimes and corruption,…
They use very strange excuses now…as I heard they like to take care of the criminals when they will arrest them to secure their future …saying this will cost Australia too much money…no idea what sort of security here to secure the criminals futures…more and more excuses to stay in unit 19.
Jams the only one here every day and all the time…because he worried and scared from taking any legal action while he is not here…he pretend he is the leader of unit 19, taking any phone calls trying to mislead anyone calling or comes here …has no idea about the law or legislation…he is repeating whatever the other said since 2003….all what he is doing here he wants to deport me from Australia as I was the other lady which she is using my name everywhere…he has no idea about law at all.
*Stop talking and stop accepting more excuses from unit 19…you all as police and government have to do secret conference in Canberra, instead you talking in front of hundreds from police and public in unit 19… police with government and army to end this hell, discuss and decide everything secretly and take action without telling anyone in unit 19…remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling and arrest the criminal Steven separate Steven crimes from any other unrelated and unlimited investigation about corruption …enough I lost more than twenty years waiting for justice from the Australia police and government, never happened until now…
until now never and will never arrest anyone turned my life to hell…they came to unit in year 2003 only to investigate and arrest the criminal formal Liverpool court registrar Steven Maxwell…he was arrested in year 2005 from unit 22 just over us but didn’t jail him…dealing with him as he was over the law because officer Thomas (if he was officer) with other three officers (if they are police) in unit 19 helped him in his crimes that is why they will never end their investigation, that is why they connected him by unlimited and unrelated investigation about corruption… spending millions and millions of dollars in their investigation to protect criminal like Steven with the other four police officers (if they were police) which they started their investigation from unit 19 in year 2003 and they were behind Steven conspiracy from the beginning, no one wants to investigate how and why and who hired them to investigate unlimited corruption about all Australia…who will save our lives from them all…
no idea why you don’t like to discuss this matter secretly and confidential far from unit 19 and from all Liverpool to decide what you have to do and arrest them all without telling anyone here…please find the reason which preventing them from arresting anyone or separate Steven case and arrest him first to end this hell, they tortured and humiliated me enough for more than twenty years now…
There is some people in unit 19 pretend they are from UK and US police for years now from time to time saying they renewed their contracts to stay in Australia; no one wants to investigate who they are or who exactly renewing their contracts who exactly hiring them, most be some people from Australia, but they saying they renew their contracts from UK and US…no one wants to see their contracts and what exactly written in their contracts or to know who exactly sent them or what hell they are doing here in Australia, or from where they all come, or to ask about any achievement or work they have done here…queen Elizabeth asked to return them many times but police unit 19 kept them here to use them as excuses saying they don’t like to allow the Australian police to arrest anyone, investigate who they are and ask them to leave Australia…not to control Australia…one of them his name is Rob very aggressive…no idea what hell he wants from us.
anyone comes to unit 19 refusing to leave here, its entertainment unit having fun together taking huge wages... its top of barbarism in unit 19, anyone can give himself any job title to come to stay in unit 19 to pretend he is police or from the government or intelligence …etc., who will investigate unit 19 to see what secret behind them to end this hell now…they change their minds and decisions tens of times every day…they all panicked and hesitated…cant decide anything, when they decide anything they spread the news between all unit 19 and the whole area…unit 19 full by police from everywhere and public with criminals, all what I need just remove the Gas tubes from my home and arrest the criminal Steven…Steven case unrelated to any other investigation about corruption.,
I am very respectable, educated and religious person I was Accountant & Tax Consultant in Australia and Finance Specialist & Auditors in my country, Steve and his family destroyed my life, they didn’t like me to get any job for long time,
the main problem here the old retired four police (if they are police) which they established unit 19 in year 2003…they became the most powerful four old people controlling all Australia from unit 19 …refusing to leave unit 19 and refusing to arrest the criminal Steven worried and scared from turning the table over their heads because they were behind these crimes from the begging, working with some others pretend they are police from UK and US where all of you as police and government from all around Australia…they are here since 2003 never and will never arrest anyone torturing and humiliating me and now killing me by Gas,
*****To everyone in Canberra and NSW police and government to any responsible from the Australian Government Department of Human Services…please investigate why Centerlink office in Liverpool with Canberra paying many other ladies or families money under my name and my children names, investigate now and suspend them now, there is a lady taking money with her children under our names…using my name everywhere…
a few months ago they suspended my payment…I went to Liverpool office many times I aware there is another lady taking money under my name, many from Liverpool staff helped her to use my name, they returned my payment at this time but in different date because the other lady was taking money for long time using my name at this different day that is why they suspended my payment and returned it in different time, some from Liverpool office staff helped her working with the one pretend he is formal police deputy Nick Kaldas living next door block,
recently I knew there is more using my name, it looks any new arrival to Australia not qualified to take money from the centerlink Nick Kaldas would help them to use my name, I met some from Liverpool office staff like behind this matter like Diana, Jessica, Bucket, Sandra, and Debbie… and I knew they working with Nick and they can use and fake any names to take money from the centerlink… please investigate and sack all of them,
also I received many letters from Canberra…the last one was with different and new payment time, they took the whole information about me from my file and give it to the other lady, they were paying me the minimum payment for years, they were paying me widow allowance as I was her instead of New Start Allowance for long time,…that is why every time I ask Liverpool staff to review my payment rate they refuse…
I am very known person in Liverpool , read my message to the end to know why…tell me who exactly responsible about this cheat and fraud, also as I heard they taking money under my children names while my children never took money from the centrelink…please investigate all Liverpool staff…its like mafia there…if you need any more information just contact me, if you like to face me with this lady or anything else please don’t hastate, of course police unit 19 aware and know everything… also investigate from the head office in Canberra why they allowed another family to take money under my name and my children names and stop this disaster now…
Please send team not just one or two… team consist from thirty or forty or even more from the Federal Police with army to end their investigation to let me out of this hell now…investigate who sent James and his family to pretend they are from Canberra intelligence…there is huge matters behind them…ask unit 19 police about them to know more please., they spy unit 19 to prevent any justice to be done…
My message to all Australia to protect us, NSW premier has to work with Australia prime minister direct to solve this matter…you have to work together to find solution to arrest anyone corrupting in Australia or find solution for me and my children…,
I have no idea who exactly responsible about unit 19, if anyone knows ask them to do something to end this hell now …. Some of them have criminal’s records pretend they are here to investigate corruption…working hard to close unit 19 without any justice to be done…never to accept any more excuses from them, the real federal police with real police from NSW with army have to be involved to end what they are doing…not anyone nocking unit 19 door telling them they are here to assist them in their investigation and discover after years they are not police… all media have to write about unit 19 and what they are doing with us.
I am about to die from the Gas smell in my home now and all the time, unit 19 full by police from top names from everywhere now and all the time, they enjoying hosting big names in unit 19, spending millions and millions of dollars to keep unit 19 open to protect some criminals…refusing to take any legal action to save my life or to save Australia from any corruption they talking about it since 2003, its mirage and illusion nothing else, the police commissioner here almost every night, but I have no idea why he didn’t take any legal action unit now to arrest the criminal Steve to end this hell…
as I see some from unit 19 police using the power and authority which they have only to prevent any justice to be done and protecting some criminals like Steven with many others, they always scared and hesitated…my messages bring to them huge number from around Australia from police, or army and government trying with them to arrest the criminal Steve or anyone corrupting in Australia, but they refusing and to take any legal action, creating unlimited and unrelated excuses to stay in unit 19.
please help now, investigate who is this mane which he pretend he is formal police deputy Nick Kaldas spread barbarism in Liverpool using and abusing Nick formal job title to scare people, he is doing everything illegal, cheating and fraud… he orders unit 22 to use Gas to kill me in front of unit 19 police, they doing nothing…there is some bribed people from doctors and pharmacists with lawyers …etc. bribing this Nick to keep doing what he is doing with us, because they scaring from unit 19 police investigation., arrest this man now or ask him to leave our area, no idea why police unit 19 refusing to do anything to save our lives from all of them, and where all of you as police and government with army…
when you send one by one from Canberra or from anywhere, will be easy to mix with the old team and become one of them and close friend to them…repeating what they saying as you know unit 19 easy to bribe anyone…why the federal police and government refusing to end this funny investigation , it was started in year 2003 until now never and will never arrest anyone…about 75% from unit 19 pretend they are police while they are not…some from UK and from US also from Canberra acting together and doing nothing…anyone nocking unit 19 door telling they are here to help them…they allow him to stay with them without any investigation about their background and if he is police or not or about their plan to see if they will accept it or not, top of barbarism in unit 19,
The whole media have to write about unit 19 police to end this hell, ask and investigate what hell behind them all since 2003 until now never and will never arrest anyone who exactly behind unit 19…there is some journalists in unit 19 since 2003 misleading all of you taking millions and millions of dollars to bribe the top people from the media to prevent them writing anything about unit 19,
there is no connection between Steven’s crimes and any corruption, why they don’t like to arrest Steven first and doing what they like to do from anywhere else, they are here to do review after review after review they repeat themselves hundreds of times, they are waiting for any new corruption coming in the future there is no end to what they are doing since 2003 until now never and will never arrest anyone, please anyone reading my message try to find and report all this to the highest and right authority in NSW and Canberra to investigate…I am really in hell here do something to save us please.
unit 19 misleading all Australia creating unlimited excuses, doing nothing more than having fun together and having huge wages…making unit 19 profitable business and entertainment unit…of course to use unit 19 as it was operation unit to spread fake news from time to time, doing everything illegal with us… installed spy camera in my home turned my life to hell, all this illegal and they have to be asked about all this, and now killing me by Gas…no one wants to investigate and arrest them all…in the same time many of them from Australia and UK pretend they are police while they are not police, they have no idea about the law or the human rights, who will protect us from them all now, unit 19 needs huge team from Canberra with NSW police and army to force them to arrest those criminals or at least to arrest the criminal Steven with everyone else involved in his crimes or to take over… not to send one or two send team to end this hell.
I have no idea why Canberra keep sending people from police and government to stay in unit 19 without doing anything more than creating excuses, keep sending from intelligence and federal also from justice minister Mr Michael Keenan’s staff to stay in unit 19 without asking them about any achievement they all acting with UK and US police to use unlimited excuses, they all behaving very strange here, always worried and scared, panicked and hesitated when anyone ask them to take any legal action pretend they like to do everything accurate for years now…its like a dirty plan to stay in unit 19 to hide corruption…investigate who they are and save our lives from them all now please…
I have no idea why you don’t like to ask UK and US police to leave Australia if they are here to prevent any justice to be done, they have no idea about the law or the human rights here or even in their countries…they all friends invite each other to come to take huge wages from unit 19, the Australian police from Canberra and NSW using UK police as excuses saying they preventing them from arresting anyone, I have no idea and you all have to investigate what sort of power and authority with UK police to be over our police and government, which law they are using here the Australian law or UK law...UK authority urging unit 19 police to return all of them but unit 19 four old police which they established unlimited investigation about corruption in year 2003 with Canberra police refusing to return them, using them as excuses to stay in unit 19 for ever, unit 19 police saying they like to do everything accurate since 2005, they said they need to train police and army…also saying they need money to arrest those criminal, in the same time saying they don’t know where to put them…etc., there is new excuses every day…
as you all know and as unit 19 police said, formal police deputy Nick Kaldas moved to next door block since he was retired, the truth he is not Nick Kaldas he is one from Nick’s family pretend he is Nick Kaldas for long time, he never been police before, he is not educated at all, behaving as he was a wild animal here, in the same time some from the top names promised him to be police minister or commissioner as he was Nick Kaldas, no idea why police unit 19 refused to disclose this matter for long time now, he is full disable on a wheel chair working with officer John and Rob from UK, and with James abusing formal police deputy Nick Kaldas job title to do everything illegal on this earth, they can pretend they are from the police minister staff or commissioner offices or even prime minister or premier to get any illegal service from anywhere …
No idea where is the real Nick Kaldas now…ask unit 19 to know more, they all hiding this matter I have no idea why??? also I have no idea why this man in war with us or why they left him to be in war with us without any reason…he is not a human being…
As I hear every day, there is police and army with fire & rescue from everywhere come to unit 19 saying they all ready to remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling and arrest anyone in their list or even all of them immediately, no idea why they all panic and scared from arresting anyone, the police and army waiting to get instruction from unit 19 police but police unit 19 refusing and creating more excuses to prevent them from arresting anyone, I have no idea what hell behind them all, I am about to die from the Gas smell all the time, if there is experts come to unit 19 urging them to remove the Gas tubes from my home but unit19 police refused and refusing any suggestion to solve my problems to leave us living our lives in peace of mind like all of you….investigate why ???
The old four police officers (if they were police) was taking 1.2 million dollar each every year as wages for doing nothing more than hosting people…who is responsible about unit 19 unlimited and unrelated investigation about corruption…
as I see there is no one from between all of you as Australian police and government cares about what unit 19 police pretending they are doing from unlimited investigation about corruption, I have no idea why police unit 19 pretending they burning themselves about corruption since 2003 and never arrested anyone, only to stay in unit 19 taking huge wages…while I am in hell in front of them, they talking about corruption but the truth its mirage…never saved Australia from any corruption or any danger since 2003 until now and nothing wrong happened to Australia, only destroyed all my life to become very rich as you see…more than twenty years now waiting for justice….
since 2005 saying they need to train police and army to arrest them all at once as one package until now never and will never arrest anyone, me and my children are not responsible about whatever they are talking about, find solution for us now, unit 19 will never stop excuses, its profitable business to all of them, no one wants to investigate who exactly supporting them and supplying them by millions and millions of dollars as wages and other expenses to stay in unit 19 doing nothing more than hosting people from everywhere and having fun together…
They have team in unit 19 working with Steven and Nick bribing and smuggling people from everywhere, hundreds of them in unit 19.
Nick Kaldas helping Steven to kill me by Gas because top names promised to return him to his top position as police deputy or to be the future police commissioner, this man pretend he is (Nick) believed I am in his way preventing him from getting the top job, as I heard… he didn’t even finish even year seven, why police unit 19 refusing to take any legal action against them to protect us, nothing more than unlimited promises and excuses, police unit 19 became only addicted to spy people knowing everything about them but will never arrest anyone, everyone comes to unit 19 refusing to leave unit 19 and refusing to arrest anyone,
*****investigate if Queen Elizabeth keep sending police from UK or they are pretending they are police from UK , team after team comes from UK to live in unit 19, want to stay here watching corruption about all Australia from unit 19 without taking any legal action, they are huge in unit 19 doing nothing, there is no need to any more police to come, they invite their friends from UK and US to take huge wages only to have fun with them …no one asked who hired them or who paying them millions of dollars wages and why ????
*****unit 19 like country inside the country doing what they like as there was no law or police and government in Australia to stop them from abusing us and abusing Australia…where all of you from what they doing with us since 2003, and who give them unlimited power and authority to spy and investigate unlimited corruption from home,
***** Unit 19 was started in year 2003 with journalist Ray Martin and four old and retired police officers came only to investigate and arrest formal Liverpool court registrar the criminal Steven Maxwell when he was living in unit 22 just over us; Steven was arrested in year 2005 by Parramatta police, while Liverpool police refused to arrest him or even to investigate what I told them about him to save my life from him since this time.
****Steven was moved to unit 22 just over us before officer peter Brooke from Parramatta police arrested him in year 2005 because he used my sister in law in court trial to pretend she is me, Steven criminal and has criminal record after that Liverpool court sacked him,
Peter Brooke with unit 19 arranged to fabricate everything by helping the criminal Steven to escape from Australia to US, but he returned to Australia, he comes to unit 19 from time to time…but his sister victoria with their uncle living in unit 21…
When Steven was living in unit 22 over us and before he was arrested from here, installed Gas tubes in my home ceiling under unit 19 police supervision to kill me, all NSW and Canberra police and government know and aware by everything but no one wants to save us, who is Steve on this earth to be over the law and why? Who exactly behind this criminal and behind unit 19 police, the old four people which they pretend they are police since 2003 behind Steven and protecting him worried from turning the table over their heads, they making me and Steven profitable business...
As I heard justice minister from Canberra Mr Michael Keenan sent some from his staff to unit 19 for long time now working with NSW police minister refusing to take any legal action, they want unit 19 to keep going on their unlimited and unrelated investigation about corruption without arresting anyone, NSW police minister trying to force unit 19 police to fabricate everything against me to say I am not I am, want to use the other lady which she is taking money from the centerlink under my name to be me…wants to fabricate everything to close unit 19 without any justice working with the one pretending formal deputy Nick Kaldas promising him to be commissioner will help him to work from home because he is seriously ill ,
When I send my message through social media, hundreds of people contact unit 19 and Liverpool police station also tens of people from top names from police and government run to unit 19 to see what hell they are doing,
police unit 19 have website asking and advising anyone from police and government to read it before they come to repeat or to say what they like them to say, to spread fake news misleading the whole community…but why ???if they don’t like to arrest anyone why they don’t like to find solution for me and my children…
Unit 19 needs team from most powerful and authorized people from police and government with army far from NSW and Liverpool police… honest with clean hands, to come to force them to arrest those criminals or to come with final decisions to arrest them and take over from unit 19 and Liverpool police…to arrange everything far from unit 19, never to tell anyone about any plan or how they will arrest them…as they doing in unit 19 since 2005, they change their minds tens of times every day...to stop them from using and abusing me and all of you, to stop their wages now, stop supporting them now…first remove the gas tubes from my home ceiling and arrest the criminal Steve with everyone involved in his crimes against us immediately, investigate why they connected his crimes by the whole corruption…
I was and still victim to Liverpool police since 1998, now Liverpool leading and controlling the whole investigation about corruption, Mark McCollum (professional stander manager) from Liverpool police controlling everything, he will never end his investigation, my complaint in front of him for years now refused even to answer my calls or to answer my emails, Mark with others four old retired officers in unit 19 leading and controlling the whole investigation about corruption since 2005, he is close friend to unit 19 police also close friend to the criminal Steven and his family, he will never end his investigation and will keep going in their investigation for ever without arresting anyone, to protect Steve and Thomas and protect themselves with many others,
Under which law they do what they are doing in unit 19… only spying and watching big names and big organizations since 2003 under the name of unlimited investigation, they are here to investigate (spy and watch) any corruption happened in the past or any current corruption, or any corruption will be happened in the future without arresting anyone…because they get paid huge wages.
No one wants to investigate who they are...or from which organization…no one investigated if they were police or not and if they were registered to do what they are doing or not, there is nothing about their investigation in any police station or court, everything only between their hands…of course… me and my children are not responsible about what they are doing here…they doing everything illegal with us, but who will protect us from them all…
Of course you all like to know how unit 19 was started:
***** I sent hundreds of emails to the all NSW and Canberra police and government in year 2002 and after, there was no respond or help from anyone, after that I sent many emails to the media, that is why the journalist Ray Martin with some police came to unit 19 only to investigate and arrest the criminal Steve in year 2003, Steven was arrested in year 2005 from unit 22 just over us by Parramatta police after Liverpool police refused to take any legal action against him,
At this time I sent tens of emails to Liverpool police told them Steven used my sister in law in the court to pretend she is me but they did nothing, I sent emails to Parramatta police, after long investigation from Parramatta, they proved Steven was behind this conspiracy, officer peter Brooke from Parramatta police arrested Steven after he saw my sister in law in the court pretending she is me, but he with unit 19 police at this time fabricated everything never notified me or sent me any litters to tell me what happened,
They said Steven rich that is why they don’t like to arrest him, they all know how and from where Steven and his family became rich, any money they have was stolen and police unit 19 aware and know from where they got all this money and how they became rich, Steven and his family come from very poor background, Steven’s father was working in charity, his mum was nanny, his grandfather was cleaner…from where all what they have from money and assets, since when the Australian law protecting criminals because they are rich, justice has to be done.
For example, after they paid to Midas mechanic to damage my car to kill me, they said I had an accident while I have never had any accident and my car still in the garage, after that Steven with officer Thomas which he was leading unit 19 investigation…took my life insurance in full from St George bank and took compensation as I was full disable, as I heard also they got about half million dollars compensation under my name…it’s very clear it wasn’t first time to do something dirty like this…that is how they became rich…
****Unit 19 full by police from everywhere, my messages used as it was advertises to who wants to be Multi-Millionaire??? Everyone comes to unit 19 doesn’t like to arrest anyone or to leave, everyone comes with his new opinion and new plan as there was no law, everyone wants to take his turn in unit 19, forgot about the law or the human rights, they like to stay for their own benefit, no one cares about corruption…no idea who is paying millions of dollars wages for them or supplying them by all what they need…no one asking them about any achievement…
they making unit 19 entertainment unit, for police and public with their families, to come here eating and drinking and having fun together, working hard to satisfy the public and other police to shut their mouth, while they isolated me watching me suffer and struggle in front of them alone here, they spread fake news from time to time by saying they about to arrest some criminals but never happened until now …
they finished investigation about corruption long time ago repeating what they have done again and again, saying arresting all those criminals will cost Australia millions and millions of dollars, while to leave unit 19 open costing Australia more and more, by logic and by the law they have to end their investigation or only to arrest the criminal Steven.
They use and abuse the information which they get about people for their own benefit, scaring them from what they have from information about them to shut their mouths…why??? They need iron and clean hands to stop them and take over to end this hell.
***** many came from UK and Us pretend they are police doing nothing more than spying all NSW and Canberra want to fabricate everything to close unit 19 to go to Melbourne to do the same spying big names under the name of investigation about corruption refusing to arrest anyone, and refusing to return to their countries.
I have no idea which law they will use in their investigation, US or UK or Australia law, when I sent messages to Queen Elizabeth and princes William and Harry with prince Charles, also to president Trump, they contacted unit 19 police urging them to return them to their countries (UK and US)…but they all refused…
****many came from Canberra intelligence to sack up to all of them doing nothing more than creating excuses turned everything from bad to worse refusing to return to Canberra, they spy unit 19 police and spread any information they hear about, it’s very clear there is huge secret behind them, saying they have the most powerful and authority to do anything but cant remove the Gas tubes and arrest Steven, of course nothing for free, unit 19 have team bribing people from everywhere to prevent any justice to be done, no one asked them what hell they have done since they came to unit 19,
*****The criminal Steven installed spy camera in my home since 1998, police unit 19 instead they remove it and arrest Steven, they left it to satisfy him, there is no privacy or freedom in my life, watching me 24 hours a day turned my life to hell, pretend they making me bridge to get some other criminal, the truth they making me bridge to get millions and millions of dollars as wages and get whatever they like from behind this dirty operation.
*****Of course, the federal police with the intelligence with the army with NSW police can do everything without asking the police minister because he doesn’t like to end unit 19 investigation and without taking any order from UK and US police, me and my children are not responsible about what they are doing, enough we lost twenty years from our lives suffering and struggling in front of them, unit 19 police with Liverpool police using and abusing us without mercy for their own interest, no one cares about Australia, what hell will be happened to Australia if they arrested the criminal Steven first to finish what they like to do from anywhere.
*****UK and US police from time to time they hide themselves for a few days and come back to unit 19 saying they renew their contracts from UK and US… I have no idea who exactly renewing their contracts if there is no need to all of them here in Australia.
its unbelievable to any people to do contract together in any foreign country without Australia being part in their contract, or without asking Australia government and police if they need them or not, in the same time Australia paying them huge wages, not anyone to come to say they have contract with their president or queen and Australia accept them and paying them without any investigation, those huge foreign police behaving very strange doing everything illegal with us as they were never heard about the law or what is legal or illegal or even the human rights, in the same time which law they will use in their investigation, the Australian law or US or UK law ??? I believe they all not police at all.
They working hard to fabricate everything and spy Australia under the name of investigation about corruption, why the Australian inelegancy and boarder security with the government left them to corrupt in Australia, where is the federal police and NSW police, where is the government from all what unit 19 police doing here since 2003, top of barbarism,
they bribe people and they get bribed that is why there is no one wants to save us, you can see huge corruption in our Egyptian embassy here, they bribe Egyptian ambassadors since 2003 until now I cant get any help from any of them, they bribed our Coptic church bishop Daniel to fabricate death certificate for me and paid him millions of dollars…etc.,
most of unit 19 police from Australia or UK with US working hard to fabricate everything and close unit 19 without arresting anyone without any justice, UK officers saying they will take Australia state after state to help them to investigate corruption next step will be Melbourne after they knew everything about NSW.
****if UK and US police here because they are experts in corruption why they didn’t train the Australian police or give some instruction and leave them to do what they like to do, but they all here to stay in Australia want to control unit 19 and all Australia, to protect criminals like Steven getting bribed by millions of dollars, no one wants to investigate what they have done, if they achieved anything for Australia or what hell behind them,
unit 19 with Steven have team bribing and smuggling people from everywhere to Australia and to anywhere around the world of course nothing for free, they brought all my school and work friends from overseas without any conditions with hundreds or maybe thousands from their families even my school’s teachers with their families, hundreds of them keep coming to Australia and going to unit 19 to solve any problems they face in Australia, unit 19 has team to solve all their problems, like helping their children to go to school or taking money from Centerlink… waiting to fabricate everything against me to destroy all my life to give them permanent visa to stay in Australia everything under unit 19 police supervision, I have no idea why ???
Also they can smuggle people from or to any other country like US or France…etc., they can do anything from here, they can fabricate any degree certificate for anyone…they can fabricate anything to get people work with and for them, huge corruption in unit 19.
since 2005 unit 19 police saying they need to train police and army to arrest them, I believe the Australian army and police trained enough and ready to do what they like them to do but there is dirty secret behind unit 19…to keep it open for ever, the army urging them to handle everything to them to finish it but police unit 19 refused,
I am very respectable, educated and religious person I was Accountant & Tax Consultant in Australia and Finance Specialist & Auditors in my country, Steve and his family destroyed my life, they didn’t like me to get any job for long time.
My two children very educated and respectable two men, both of them have master degree and both of them in very good positions…why no one cares about us trying to protect criminals like Steven and his family, who exactly behind Steven and behind unit 19 police corruption…
I am in hell here, I am really very sick from the Gas smell in my home days and nights, thousands of people from police and government with huge from the public watching me days and night in my home for years now, its clear conspiracy from them all …
*****unit 19 like a nursery home, any retired police or intelligence or people from the government come to spend the rest of their lives in unit 19 taking huge wages for doing nothing more than enjoying their remain lives here, they all over seventy years old.
*****as I said there is four police officers or more from UK, one of them his name is John working very hard to fabricate everything to close unit 19 without arresting anyone, of course nothing for free, there is huge secret behind all unit 19 police in general and behind UK police in particular, if you ask them to arrest anyone they panic and scare…if they will not arrest anyone what hell they are doing in unit 19... also some of them behaving very aggressively…
They all like to stay in Australia for ever under the name of investigation about corruption without arresting anyone, just to spy people and know everything about corruption and taking huge wages for doing nothing,
unit 19 became business to anyone to come to corrupt as they like and pay them huge wages, without even investigating who they are,
***** other police officers from US his name, doing nothing in unit 19 and refusing to return to US, all UK and US police doing nothing insist to stay in Australia trying to be aggressive to stay in Australia, who sent them, everyone wants to know, urging the queen with US president with NSW and Canberra police and government to investigate what secret behind all those people all what they are doing here, protecting criminals torturing and humiliating me use Gas to kill me…working hard to close unit 19 without any justice and escape from Australia without arresting anyone or to stay here forever, all unit 19 spying each other trying to spread any news they hear to prevent any justice to be do..
***** also in unit 19, the criminal Steven’s family sister and their uncle living in unit 21, but they stay the whole time with unit 19 police; they can’t hide any secret from them, they dealing with this matter as they were commanders not criminals, in general all police unit 19 can’t hide any secret from anyone even from the public, if anyone arrange anything secretly with them they spread it immediately, they acting together as it was movie, top of barbarism in unit 19.
***** for years now, there is more police started to come to unit 19 as I heard they are secret agency and federal police from Canberra, they came to end this hell, but very quick they became close friends to unit 19 police with Liverpool police, kept me isolated working with them to torture and humiliate me left them using Gas to kill me, never Canberra asked them about what they have done or when they will end their investigation, working with and supporting UK and US police, refusing to return any of them to their countries while Queen Elizabeth with president Trump asked them many times to return them, top of barbarism in unit 19.
why the government and police department supplying them by millions and millions of dollars to keep unit 19 open and sending them more police to stay in unit 19 without taking any legal action against any criminals or against them, they doing nothing more than working together to hide corruption not to investigate corruption,
please to everyone in Australia and around the world do something to protect us from unit 19 police and Liverpool police, please save us help us to get out of this hell, enough we lost more than twenty years in front of them waiting for justice, unit 19 police with the local refusing to use the law, everyone wants to say his own opinion according to his own benefit and interest, nothing will harm Australia if they arrested the criminal Steven first and do what they like to do in the future, to live our lives me and my children in peace of mind like everyone else, they can finish their investigation about corruption from anywhere else, who is Steve on this earth to be protected by big names in Australia,
please to end this hell… remove the Gas tubes from my home ceiling and arrest the criminal Steve with everyone else involved in his crimes with us , please do something to save us now…stop accepting more excuses from unit 19 police …
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