#Oh girl I want to e-mail you so nice.

[iamasimperyk]

Professor's Pet

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Taboo topic, English is not my first language

Summary: You have a crush on your professor

Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Student!Reader

You knew it was wrong, however, you couldn't help but fall for your professor.

Rafe Cameron. The hot professor every girl on campus had a crush on. You promised yourself you would not be one of those girls, save to say you failed miserably.

Another thing you promised yourself was to never fall for a married man. Fuck. He even had a child.

All the time you reminded yourself that it was nothing but a silly little crush. He had a family, and you were barely twenty.

Still, every lecture got harder and harder for you. He just looked so fine and the way he had with words—it was just too much for you.

"Alright, students, see you next Monday." Rafe smiled, finishing his lesson.

People slowly started leaving, leaving, and you took a big breath before you approached your professor.

"Mr. Cameron? Could I talk to you for a minute?" You asked, feeling how your knees had already gotten weaker.

His smile fell a little, but he nodded regardless, "Of course, Ms. Y/l/n."

"The essay from a week ago, I think you made a mistake with my mark." You said in the friendliest way possible.

"No, I don't think so. The grammar of your essay was rather weak, and I didn't really appreciate the way you chose to write about the topic. The task was to write nothing but information and nothing about your personal opinion." He told you, packing his stuff in the meantime.

"All my other professors never had something against my grammar or my use of words?" You said in confusion.

"Well, Ms. Y/l/n, I suggest you focus on your writing. I am not quite interested in hearing your little excuses." He said with a strict voice before he walked out of the room

You stood there stunned. He never had something against your writing, and he never acted so annoyed and cold toward his students.

Tears swelled up in your eyes, and you quickly left the room, wanting nothing more than to cry in your bed.

You felt like shit. Rafe Cameron couldn't know about the crush you had on him since you never told anyone, and you also tried your best not to make it too obvious—not like the other girls. Maybe he had just a bad day, or maybe, he was really not fond of your essay.

------

A few weeks later, nothing had changed. You saw how friendly your professor acted toward other students, but when you tried to ask a question, he just acted differently. Fuck, he even ignored you every time you raised your hand in one of his lectures.

At this point, you should have accepted the fact that he hated you. But you couldn't.

You stood in front of his office and knocked on the black wooden door.

After a few seconds, it opened, " Oh, you must be one of my husband's students."

There she was, Rafe Cameron's wife. She was beautiful, and she seemed to be nice.

"Y-yeah, I just wanted to ask something about the lecture today, but I will just send him an e-mail." You mumbled with a small smile before you turned around to leave.

After you heard how the door closed, there was screaming.

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The next day, after everybody left the room, Rafe Cameron asked to talk to you for a moment.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I am sure you had a good reason for coming to my office yesterday, but I would appreciate it if you don't bother me in my free time." He said in a cold tone.

You couldn't take it anymore. It was not a crime to ask a professor a question outside of lectures.

"Mr. Cameron, I tried my best not to say anything, but I can't take it anymore. I was polite to you and handed in every assignment you gave. And you? You gave me bad marks, and everything I do is bad in your opinion," You raised your voice, but he just stared at you coldly.

"What have I done wrong? Just tell me so I can change-" You went on, before he interrupted you," You are the problem. Everything about you is the problem."

You looked at him confused, "What do you mean, Mr. Cameron?"

"Fuck, I mean look at you. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you swing your hips when you walk out of the room, the way you bite down your lip when you're thinking. I can't think about you this way. I am your professor, and you are my student." He told you, pacing around the room.

Your professor, who was also your secret crush, liked you. He liked you in the same way you liked him. But what now?

"I- I don't know what to say now." You muttered and looked away, biting down your lip.

Rafe looked at you, taking a big step forward, and put his hands on your cheeks, "Just one, please."

You looked at him innocently and gave him a small nod. That was all it took before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

You kissed him back, your tongues dancing around in each other's mouths.

"Please," You let out a desperate moan, and Rafe quickly picked you up before he placed you on his desk.

He took one of his hands away from your butt and brought it down to lift the hem of your black skirt. Slipping it inside your panties and pushing a finger inside your tight, now wet folds.

One of his hands still squeezed your ass as you moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, his eyes staring into yours, full of lust, "Who would have thought that you are such a slut for your professor?"

He started to work a second finger inside your tight cunt. Your clit grinding against his palm.

"So desperate, my little whore." He picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your aching pussy.

All you could do was moan and whimper. You were about to cum before you felt him retract his fingers.

You let out a sound of disappointment, which he returned with one of his famous smirks. He unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. He rubbed it against your dripping wet slit before he buried it inside your little cunt.

"Mr. Cameron," You let out a moan that was muffled by another hard kiss.

He started to thrust his hips. Your little pussy clamping around his hard thick cock as he fucked you on his desk.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as your bodies rocked together.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, and all you could do was cry out a small 'Yes, sir'.

He kissed you hungrily, and you could feel yourself nearly at the edge. "Cum with me. Show me what a little slut like you looks like when she cums hard all over her professor's cock." He moaned into your mouth.

You threw your head back as your pussy spasmed. Your hips bucked against him as his orgasm washed over him as well, riding out your orgasms together.

He looked into your eyes again, "You did so good for me, princess. Come on, let's clean you up."

[hoshifighting]

Secrets in Ink

Synopsis: Y/N is the author of a saga of adult books, but no one knows her identity, which makes her products sell more and more. Joshua Hong is a big fan of the books written by the author, but little does he know that his co-worker owns the words that make him thirsty.

Word count: 3.4k

Reader! Anonymous author, Joshua Hong! Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (f. and m. receiving), penetrative sex, a slight voyeurism, smacking, dick riding, fingering (f. receiving), begging, both switch, can have some grammatical errors, so I apologize in advance :)

The saga written by Y/N delved into the realms of passion, desire and forbidden love, creating a literary world that resonated with readers seeking an escape from the mundane. With each new release, expectations among fans reached new heights, fueled by the elusive nature of the author's identity.

Unbeknownst to bookworms, one of Y/N's most dedicated fans was Joshua Hong, a diligent worker at a publishing company in Seoul. Joshua's love for Y/N's books went beyond mere admiration; he found solace, excitement, and a connection to his own desires in the pages of tantalizing sagas.

Little did Joshua know that the woman responsible for his literary desires was none other than his own co-worker. Y/N found a job at the publishing house as a text and publishing analyst, carefully hiding her double life as a talented author. Her days were spent at the office, surrounded by colleagues who were oblivious to the fact that their easy-going co-worker was the mastermind behind the salacious stories that captivated the world.

As the popularity of Y/N's books continued to grow, Joshua's fascination with the elusive author deepened. He participated in online forums, attended autograph sessions, and even tried to discover the identity of the author, all to no avail. Y/N reveled in the irony of her situation, watching Joshua from across the office, knowing that the very person he wanted to discover was hiding in plain sight.

The tension between the secret author and her unwitting fan reached new heights when Y/N's latest release set the literary world on fire. Joshua, enraptured by the narrative, unknowingly sat mere tables away from the woman who wrote the words that fueled his fantasies.

Today was another end of the day where your work friends got together to take a break since the week was long enough. And the chosen destination was a bar that sold fried pork. Y/N was already thinking about the smell of her hair and clothes at the end of the night, while her coworkers commented on the huge success of the books published last Monday.

“They contacted the author today via e-mail, she was so nice! I can imagine the day she will appear at the company…” Eunji said dreamy to Y/N, who was already drinking her beer.

“Honestly, I never thought we would sell books like this.” Seungkwan said with a hand on his chest “It’s the best seller in years! Every day I want to kneel and thank god the the writer chosen our company, I love the fat salary in my account!” 

“Facts! And one day I will be just like Y/N” Eunji breaks Y/N out of her trance as she rests her glass on the table, choking a little on her beer. “Me? Whyyy?” “You arrive on the company at 8a.m in a whole BMW and you think we wouldn’t notice?” 

The woman smiles awkwardly and turn the pork belly on the little grill on your front “It was only thanks to my savings okay? Imagine how much that author must earn” 

“Woah to have her bank account!” 

“Imagine have a night with her! If she writes so well about it, then she must be a demon in bed” The girl by her side says and she couldn’t help but laugh sincerely. That was the part that Y/N love the most, the expectation of people about the writer’s life again.

“But honestly! Her books are so good, that's why it sells so much.” Joshua affirms. 

Y/N gives him a curious glare “Oh! So you like her books?” 

“Of course I do, the writing it’s so captivating, I could read all day long, without any problems” He rise his shoulders.

“Woah! Joshua reading those type of books? Oh! He is so romantic!” Seungkwan sulk at him punching his arm, while Joshua rolls his eyes. “Y’all should read the best seller of your company” Joshua argues.

[…]

After a long day of work, here was the part of the end of the day that Joshua was most looking forward to, as he settled into the comfort of his dimly lit room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm tone across the pages, he eagerly dove into the latest release from your favourite anonymous author. The words unfolded like a well-choreographed dance, each sentence leaving him intrigued with what was to come in the narrative.

His eyes scanned the paragraphs, savoring the clever sentences and subtle nuances that made this mysterious writer truly exceptional. Anticipation rose within him, excitement akin to a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

The room seemed to come to life with the magic written on the thin pages, and Joshua found himself with his hand under his sweatpants during the heated dialogue and sighing at the intriguing plot twists. The anonymous writer had a way of infusing every line with an exciting energy that left him totally horny. Impatient, he takes off his own clothes from his already sweaty body. Again flipping another page of the book, masturbating his cock as he holds his bottom lip between his teeth. “Ah! Fuck” 

Joshua found himself breathing shakily, while his hand worked harder on his hard cock, the muscles of his arms moved together with his hand, and the room is already filled with the moans that leave from his mouth. It doesn’t take long for Joshua cum in his abdomen holding tight the base of his cock with your head thrown back. He laid the book on this bedside table closing his eyes groaning before going to the bathroom.

[…]

Y/N, however, was not content with mere anonymity. She longed to unravel the carefully constructed façade of her fan, Joshua. Calculating her every move, she orchestrated a plan to reveal her true identity to him in the most unexpected way.

One day, as fate would have it, Joshua was called to Y/N's apartment to fix a supposed computer glitch since she was in her home office that particular day. Y/N meticulously organized the situation, ensuring that he would discover the truth amidst her literary kingdom. When Joshua arrived at Y/N's apartment, anticipation hung in the air like a charged melody. 

The door opened, revealing Y/N standing before him, a sight of fascination. She greeted him with a inviting smile, wearing a sheer white shirt that offered a teasing glimpse of delicate lingerie underneath. Black pants clung to her waist, accentuating curves that, until then, only existed in his realm of imagination. The smell of her home, as well as her literary world, enveloped him – sweet, intoxicating, and inviting. The well-decorated space spoke volumes about the woman behind the words, a place where fantasies and realities converged perfectly.

Joshua, mesmerized by the scene before him, felt a sense of comfort in the atmosphere she had arranged. He waited patiently, his eyes taking in every nuance of the moment. Y/N, his sweet and kind co-worker, made a subtle but deliberate sign, inviting him to her office. With a tilt of her head and a shy smile, Y/N called Joshua into her office. The room, an extension of her creativity, welcomed him with warm tones and the soft glow of ambient lighting. The air was buzzing with a shared secret, and when Joshua entered the space where he barely knew the words that fueled his desires were crafted, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation.

As he delved deeper into the intricacies of her computer, the air grew thicker with expectation. As Joshua stepped into Y/N's home office, surrounded by filled with books and the subtle shelves aroma of new pages of paper, he went to work on his computer, unaware that the very secrets he sought were hidden in the files he was about to explore.

Smiling, she watched as Joshua stumbled upon a hidden folder containing the manuscripts of his beloved saga. Shock and realization danced across his face, the lines between fiction and reality blurring in a heady revelation. Y/N's secret was revealed before him, and he was caught in the tempting web she spun. The air crackled with tension as Joshua turned to Y/N, his eyes reflecting a mixture of amazement and desire. Her, the architect of the situation, revealed herself with a mischievous glow, her true identity no longer confined to the pages of her books.

In that intense moment, Y/N and Joshua found themselves at the intersection of fantasy and reality. The words that fueled Joshua's desires were no longer the creation of an elusive author, but the passionate reflections of a co-worker who skillfully orchestrated the revelation. As Y/N and Joshua stood enveloped in the charged atmosphere of her office, the unspoken tension between them reached its peak. The revelation had set the stage, and the air seemed to hum with a shared desire that transcended the boundaries of fiction. Y/N closed the distance between them. Joshua, captivated by the allure of the moment, met her halfway. Their lips touched in a kiss that held the weight of a collision of worlds where the line between fiction and reality continued to blur.

The kiss lingered, a moment suspended in time, before Y/N pulled away with a subtle smile. Without breaking eye contact, she took Joshua's hand, leading him out of the office and into her room. The journey through her creatively adorned space was a sensory experience—books whispering stories from shelves, the subtle aroma of scented candles filling the air, and the glow of ambient lighting casting a warm hue. Every step felt like a deliberate move in the narrative they were weaving together. As they reached the doorway of her main bedroom, Y/N turned to Joshua, her gaze a reflection of the desires that had long been confined to the pages of her books. With a silent invitation, she opened the door, revealing a space that mirrored the intimacy and allure of the stories she crafted. They found themselves on the threshold of a new chapter. The bed, adorned with soft sheets and plush pillows, beckoned them into a realm where the boundaries between author and reader, fantasy and reality, continued to blur.

As they entered the room, the door closed behind them, sealing the narrative of Y/N and Joshua in the privacy of her creatively curated sanctuary. The story that had unfolded from the depths of Y/N's imagination now transitioned into a shared experience, a continuation of the tantalizing saga that had brought them to this moment of connection and desire. Y/N intertwined her fingers in Joshua's brown locks, as he caressed their tongues together. 

Joshua, now acutely aware that his hot co-worker was none other than his favorite writer, felt a surge of heat coursing through him, the realization that Y/N, the woman he had worked alongside in the office, was the mastermind behind the steamy tales that had fueled his fantasies, intensified the charged atmosphere. The lines between admiration and desire, professional and personal, blurred into a landscape where the boundaries were defined by the shared heartbeat of two individuals drawn together by the allure of the unknown.

He laid her back on the wall, pressing your bodies together, she could feel his cock hard against her crotch while her hands ruined trough his layers of clothes, pulling your sweater in a single upward movement, he helps her, removing his shirt looking at her teasingly. She starts so open every single button from her transparent shirt, painfully slow. Joshua with the greatest delicacy tried to unbutton them quickly.

“Calm down Joshua I won’t run away from you…” She smiles, kissing his neck, and then licking a stripe with her hot tongue, feeling his skin shiver. “I should take time with my favourite reader, shouldn’t I?” He moans pressing his forehead on her shoulder, while he removes her belt of her silk pants. “You know what? I loved to see your name on my e-mails, giving me a whole feedback about my books… Or when you gone to the book events to get a single autograph, and to try to find out who wrote the dirty words you loved so much. You couldn't imagine that I would reveal myself like this, could you?” 

At this point, their clothes were lying on the bedroom floor, allowing Joshua to play with the thin fabric of her lace lingerie, moving their bodies to her bed. He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, and played with his teeth, with the thin gold chain that adorned her neck. He rubs his clothed dick, on her covered pussy, eliciting groans from both of them. “Who would have thought that you, all quiet in your corner, would write all these bold books? I would never imagine that you had this naughty mind” He rubs again, making her lips open with a silent sound. 

"Since you've got that wild imagination of yours... If I were one of your characters, what would you do with me here, and now, hm?” Caught off guard by Joshua's unexpected question, she closes her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. As she imagined the scenario he proposed, a subtle bite on her lip betrayed the depth of her thoughts. When she opened her eyes, a seductive look met Joshua's gaze, and she responded to him by looking him in the eyes. "I'd tie you to this bed, and ride your cock until you begged for more. Or I'd let you fuck me on the balcony, showing all my neighbors how well you fuck your favorite author…” 

She says with so much naturalness, that now it took Joshua by surprise — he even tries to act natural, but his flushed cheeks give him away how aroused he was — she can notice that he is now sinking his fingers into the flesh of her body “You are so surprising, what do I do with you?" he sulks clicking his tongue. 

Y/N hugs her legs around Joshua's waist and grabs his neck, flipping him, so she can sit on his lap “You know what? You'd rock as a character in my next book, but before that, I wanna get a feel of you." Joshua's eyes shine with the answer given to him, but she didn't give him time to think, she was already in between his legs lowering the waistband of his black boxers, his dick jumps, and lays on his stomach. She holds his cock, licking the base, while the angry tip asked for attention. Her finger press his slit, spreading the precum that shone with the room's lighting. His body trembling with the teasing.

Joshua blinked, and when he saw it, his dick was already inside of her mouth, she bob her head on his dick, and he cover his face with both of his hands whimpering in pleasure, he laughs, brushing his hair back with his hands “Oh my God, you’re doing so good for me baby… Ah” he looks at her, holding her hair to go deeper, and she goes, even deeper than he expected, his eyes widen and he arch his back “fuck I’ll cum” he cries, looking at you almost closing his eyes.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah!” 

“No you won’t!” She drop his dick on his stomach again. 

Joshua gets up, looking at her with pleasing eyes “Why?” “I don’t think you are my loyal reader. Never let them cum so easy, you know that, don’t you?” “Yes, you right.” He gets up again, walking through her room and opening the curtains of her window, revealing, the lights from the city in the night. He turns off all of the lighting, and put a chair in front of the big and vertical window, while she watches him curiously. With strong arms around her, he gets her out of bed, placing her sat on the chair. “What are you doing?” he rips her lingerie from her body, and she open her mouth “Shh! Quiet” 

She opens her legs for him, giving at him a full view from her pussy, dripping already. The lighting was very low, — so people couldn’t see them properly from their windows, or from the street — but she still could see the shameless white smile on his face, before licking a teasing strip on her pussy looking at her eyes. Y/N curl her toes at the sight, the wet and hot tongue, making a mess on her pussy “Fuck, you look so good like this…” he says, and her hand holds his hair, pushing him to eat her out again, he smiles and groan sending vibrations to her clit. 

Joshua holds her legs open, feeling her tights tremble on his hands, while her pornographyc moans fulfilled the room, she was on the edge for the second time, but Joshua wouldn’t let her cum yet. “Why you’re so mean?! I’ll ride you until you cry! Ah!” she threatened angrily at Joshua's long teasing.

He stops and look at her, pushing two fingers inside of her, making her eyes roll at the back of her head “Yeah? And what else are you going to do? Will you be able to do it?” he scoffs looking at her. She’s a trembling mess, and your pussy was already dripping on the chair. 

“I-I will-“ She screams when he curls his fingers inside of her, feeling her eyes kick out the tears from the sides of her eyes.

“Aw babe can’t even speak…” he sulks at her moving his fingers fast enough so she can feel the knot on her stomach again, and he can feel her pussy tighten around his fingers, so he stops again, licking his fingers. 

She open her eyes, and give him an angry glare, she wasn’t kidding anymore. So she gets up, holding his arm, guiding him to sit on the chair angrily. He looks at her a little anxious “So quiet, out of nowhere? Hm?” She laughs at him. 

Y/N holds the base of his dick firmly making him jump, Joshua could only feel her tight, wet and warm walls hugging his dick, before his vision gets white. She slammed her hips on him, and the boy moan loud throwing his head back. Her hand hold his jaw firmly, so he looks at her. He needs to hold the urge to roll his eyes, so he can keep the eye contact with her with furrowed eyebrows. Y/N starts to roll her hips at him, masturbating her clit, so he can fells her pussy tightening even more. Shivers are sent to Joshua’s body. “So good, so good, so good…” 

Joshua takes her hand out of herself, and starts to rub her clit fast, slapping her on the ass. She groans, pulling his hair, and rolling her hips furiously, he looks at her like he was asking for mercy, both of them couldn’t stop their moans to leave their mouths. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop babe, I’m al-most t-there, I swear! Please! Please?” He asks and her mouth opens in an “O” and he nods at her as a stimulation to cum, then she screams his name, creaming his cock, riding her orgasm, looking at him, to see if he was near because her legs wouldn't last long. He kisses her messy, moaning, and he tries to kiss her until his moans stop him, the orgasm washed over him rolling his eyes, moaning loud enough that his ears rings after. 

She lays on his shoulder, and he hold her waist tight to him. Y/N looks at him with a tired smile “We should get some sleep, we have to wake up early tomorrow…”

[…]

As Joshua and Y/N strolled into the office, a shared secret lingering between them, the evidence of their night together evident in the shared smiles that adorned their faces. The knowledge of Y/N's true identity only fueled Joshua's excitement, and he couldn't help but wear a constant grin as he replayed the events of the previous night in his mind.

Seungkwan, the unsuspecting colleague, announced with enthusiasm, "Hey, did you hear? The mysterious author wants to drop a new smut next month!" Joshua's eyes met Y/N's, and she responded with a playful wink, a silent acknowledgment of their intimate connection.

The office banter continued, but in that moment, amidst the hum of activity, Joshua and Y/N shared a secret that transcended the ordinary workday. The thrill of their clandestine affair and the anticipation of the upcoming literary release painted the day with an aura of shared mischief and unspoken desires.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 10 thoughts:

Well. Ok then. Regent can do that I guess. I mean it makes sense given that it's basically a more extreme version of what we've seen him do so far. And with who is father is, family powers being related and all that.

Just get up in there and Yeerk someone.

Creepy as it is, I do have a hard time feeling bad for Shadow Stalker. I'm not claiming to be morally correct. But she fucked with my daughter and I'll take what I can get.

Watching Grue deal with Imp is just such older sibling wanting a break energy - "No we can't turn on the TV". I feel him so much. I'm glad Tattletale is willing to step in to help.

WHY MY BABIES FIGHTING? NO FIGHT!

I mean like, nothing like trying to kill each other to bring two lesbians closer together, I get it. But I just want more lunches with puppies and sharing jackets. My faith in Wolfspider is rock solid but this is still hard to watch.

Chatterbug/Smugbug is going a little better at least. Lisa is the one who already knew the truth about Taylor and seems to trust her fully.

Infiltrating the Wards HQ realistically went better than I expected. Weld was exactly on top of things as I thought he would be.

Imp's power is sooooo cool! I fucking love her.

🔥🪓

HOLY SHIT MY DAUGHTER COVERED HER BUGS IN CAPSAICIN! She's fucking scary. But also such a problem solver. I love her so much.

I do feel bad for the Wards who got capsaicined though.

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON! I love Dragon and was very excited to see her again. And she is understandably upset about someone trying to give her a virus made by a fucking third rate hacker. But I knew she wouldn't hurt my babies too badly.

Tattletale with the "Fuck it, lets take untested tinker tech and go to town" was amazing.

I think the Wards HQ needs a better lockdown procedure, until Dragon showed up it was shockingly easy for the Undersiders to go wherever they wanted.

I love that the fight with the Protectorate is almost a side note. Big fight with the Wards and then on the way out it's just "oh ya and we fought these guys for a minute but they weren't too much trouble." The fucking shade.

The Slaughterhouse Nine seem nice. I don't expect they'll become a major issue.

This end of the world thing is problematic though. I could see that getting in the way of my endless gay shipping so it's gonna need to be taken care of.

They making my babies live in different places! OH NO! How will Taylor and Bitch make up if they don't see each other as much? How will the cute lesbian polycule watch TV together in the evenings if they don't live together??! Fixitfixitfixit!

Interlude thoughts get their own separate bullet point lists cause HOLY SHIT! So first, Regent interlude thoughts:

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCKING DESTROY HER! AHAHAHAHA! REGENT YOU BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SOCIOPATH.

I mean you are legit a sociopath and it's kinda scary but right now I don't care. I'm making you cookies. And a pie.

He dismantles everything Sophia has piece by piece. Like it's an art form.

She carries her civilian phone around with her on patrol. It is unlocked. And she specifically saved texts about shit she did to Taylor? Just digging her own grave and I can't stop watching!

E-mails the school, all the teachers, and then adds in the police? God Regent you are earning so many brownie points from me. (Which I am sure you will burn through by doing horrible stuff in the future but I'm focusing on the here and now)

Fucks with her and Emma's friendship. Shows Sophia he could kill her. Leaves her with no real way out. Breaks her spirit. Terrifying. BUT YOU FUCKED WITH MY DAUGHTER BITCH SO THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!

I'm sure Sophia will leave town and never ever show up again in the next 20 arcs. /s

Regent gets so many fucking cookies.

Dragon interlude thoughts:

DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON!

Look at this wonderful little AI! She's so good!

Her dad watched too much Terminator and put a wonderful robot girl into a cage, denying her the ability to truly do what she wants. Fuck him.

I told Dragon to kill god and take his place, but god is already dead I guess. Too bad he died with the stupid rules in place.

Know what Dragon needs? A mom. I have two daughters now.

Look at my beautiful and wonderful AI daughter. I think she and her sister will learn to get along eventually.

The sexual tension between Lung and Marquis in that scene was thicker than peanut butter. Marquis a bit of a bratty sub to Lung's controlled Dom.

I will NOT apologize.

If my robot daughter loves Bruce Lame I will accept her choice but I do not think it's a good one.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Seventeen: Self-Control

"I can't go," Jason mumbled as he lay on his bed in his uniform. "I can't." Jim stood outside Jason's bedroom door. "Jason, I have to take you in the next ten minutes, or I'll be late to work," Jim reminded him, "What's wrong?" Jason muttered something incoherently. "Beg your pardon?" Jim asked. "I don't know how to tie a tie!" Jason yelled through the door. Jim knocked and entered. "Something I can fix. How do you want your tie tied? Fancy or simple?" Jim asked.

"Simple," Jason replied. Jim pulled up a chair and sat across from Jason. He untied his tie and motioned for Jason to sit up.

"It's not that you can't do it. It's just that no one's ever taught you," Jim reassured him, "And you look nice." Jim walked Jason through the process of tying a half-Windsor knot over and over again until Jason got it just right. Jason cracked a smile.

"Thanks, Pop," Jason whispered. Jim nodded, and Jason followed him to the kitchen to grab his backpack.

"Grab your breakfast from the microwave," Jim reminded him. Barbara came out of her room with a camera.

"Hold it! Smile," Barbara snapped a picture of Jason, and he groaned in reply.

"You're horrible, you know that?" Jason replied as he grabbed his breakfast. "At least give me a fair chance this time," Jason complained. She gestured for him to smile and took a second picture.

"Okay, now go to school. Love you," Barbara smiled.

"Love you! Check your e-mail," Jason chuckled on his way out the door. On the way to school, Jim turned to Jason for a half-second and took a deep breath. "What?" Jason asked.

"Now, I'm nervous. I just sort of realized we haven't been a family all that long, and you seemed so young when you first came to live with us... And now you're in high school," Jim sighed.

"Aww, Pop," Jason smiled as he ate his eggs. "Hey, do you want me to take the metro home if you're working?"

"I'll be here. Trust me," Jim replied as he pulled into the parking lot to let Jason finish eating his breakfast. "You're gonna have a good day today, I can—."

"Jason!" Mason yelled, startling Jim and Jason both. Jason finished chewing and rolled his window down. "Good morning, Comish!"

"Hi, Mason. How are you?" Jim asked while Jason finished eating his breakfast.

"Good. Also, a little birdie told me that we're gonna have our first class together. I'm glad Jason's early. I can introduce him to the rest of the guys," Mason smiled as she leaned in the window. Jason finished his waffles and said goodbye to Jim before getting out of the car.

"Love you, Pop," Jason whispered to Jim. Jim mouthed the words back.

She took Jason by his wrist, and Mason dragged him to the outdoor stage. Jason was immediately greeted by a boy in a letterman jacket that was near twice his size. "Ariel-Jules Polishuk. A.J.," he introduced himself. Jason shook his hand and was immediately pulled into a hug. Jason let out a little laugh of surprise, but he hugged back. "What's your last name?" he asked.

"Todd. I'm technically a Gordon now, but it doesn't really fit with my name," Jason answered.

"Casey Tabora, you can wait in line with me to get your schedule," a girl swooped in and shook his hand. Her glasses hung from a chain around her neck, and she had different pins pinned up and down her tie. Jason followed her to the line, and she turned around to look him in the eye. "Are you on a track yet?" Jason blinked hard in reply. "A track? Like theatre, architecture, agriculture, or culinary?"

"Oh, no. Not yet... But I am taking drama this semester... What about you?" Jason asked.

"Architecture, like my dad," she replied, "But not because of my dad. Actually, I'm really interested in architectural history."

"Sounds cool to me," Jason smiled.

She could tell that he meant it. Casey took a deep breath. "You're gonna like it here."

"I hope so," Jason replied, "How long have you been here?"

"Since third grade. A.J.'s been here since first grade. You haven't met Reese yet, but he's A.J.'s half-brother. Huge," she gestured with her arms out. Jason grinned as she spoke. When they got to the front, they grabbed their schedules and went back to the group. They all compared their class schedules.

"We have gym and French together," A.J. nudged Jason, and Jason smiled. Mason looked at Jason's schedule.

The bell rang, Mason and Jason walked to and sat down at their first class together. The boy sitting behind Jason kept kicking his chair. "Chill," Jason whispered under his breath.

The boy leaned forward. "Do something about it," he whispered.

Jason took a breath through his nose, chewed his lip, and readjusted his posture in his chair. Jason knew he could do something about it, but it wouldn't be what Barbara wanted. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Control.

"Control is the hardest thing to exhibit when you have power... Part of being strong is knowing when to stop yourself." Barbara always reminded him of that. He let her words play in his head over and over until he was calm again.

Mason nudged him. "Make him stop," Mason whispered.

"I will," Jason whispered back, "Just wait."

Once the teacher asked them to stand and do an icebreaker exercise, the boy tried to trip Jason and Jason tripped him. The boy fell on his face in front of everyone, and Jason crouched down and lent him a hand. "That was a warning," Jason whispered, "It'll be worse next time." The boy brushed himself off and walked away.

"Okay, Spider-Man," Mason grinned as she walked past Jason.

The class ended shortly after the icebreaker, and Mason promised to see him at lunch before A.J. swooped in. "You're gonna love our P.E. teacher," he smiled, and Jason trailed behind him. "You into sports?"

"A little, yeah. Baseball, NASCAR, stuff like that," Jason replied. A.J. stopped in his tracks and smiled.

"Reese tries to get me to go with him to see the races all the time. You guys are definitely gonna get along," A.J. smiled before being scooped up by an even bigger boy.

"Who am I gonna get along with?" the boy half-exclaimed. A.J. laughed.

"Jason, this is my younger brother, Reese," A.J. chuckled as his brother put him down. Reese was a force. He moved forward and shook Jason's hand. "Reese, Jason likes NASCAR."

Reese's eyes widened, and he asked if Jason wanted to come with him to see a race in a few weeks. Jason smiled and nodded. "Are you guys going to P.E. too?" Reese asked.

The day was long, and by the time Jason got to his theatre class, it was the only time he was finally able to relax. Theatre was his final class of the day, and Jason walked to the front to get picked up by Jim. As soon as he got in the car, he took off his tie and took a deep breath. "I have three new friends, I got invited to go to see a NASCAR race, and I think I need to take a nap," Jason whispered.

"Did you have a good day?" Jim asked. Jason nodded with his eyes closed. "Things will slow down as you get into the groove of things."

[chaoscheebs]

It's Midnight, Cinderella, chapter 2

(Chapter 1) - (Chapter 2) - (Chapter 3) - (Fic Tag)

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How did such a good night go so wrong?

Sure, it had been a little awkward at first; Otogi had promptly ditched him to flirt with (admittedly pretty hot) girls, leaving him stranded in a sea of stuffy people in suits he didn’t have the first clue how to approach on his own. But then Seto Kaiba—and boy, was it painfully obvious it was Seto Kaiba, even with the mask—approached him first! Without prompting! Because Kaiba’s apparently into the Ouji look? Regardless of why, it had been… nice. Very nice, to just leave all the drama and troubles and bad blood at the door and talk to him (flirt with him oh god why did he do that) like a normal person. Then it had led to card games in a private room and… Honestly, why should he have been surprised that it was like foreplay to Kaiba?

Leave the masks on, they silently agreed, let’s put aside real life for a while and enjoy the moment.

He could have revealed who he was at any time, but he didn’t. His thoughts were only how good it felt to be in Kaiba’s arms, how good it felt to have Kaiba’s attention on him and solely him for once in his life, how good it would feel to have those long, elegant legs wrapped around him, and thought absolutely nothing about the potential fallout afterward.

In short, Yugi Muto got carried away, thought with his dick, and that’s why he fled home as soon as Kaiba was asleep to go dye his hair back to normal at four in the morning, quietly thanking whatever deities existed that he hadn’t styled his hair like normal and left it in its natural state. No amount of trying out a different hair color would have hid that hairstyle, that’s for sure. Jounouchi’s gonna be upset that the perfect bleaching he helped Yugi with was already being covered up, but better covered up than the alternative.

Shit. The alternative. What was he going to do now, Yugi asked himself, slumping on the couch while he waited for the 20 minutes for the dye to set to be up. What if Kaiba figures out it was him? How is he going to react? Is he going to get fired? Or worse, barred from being involved with the major players in the gaming industry? Is he going to have to focus on the indie scene, or worse, have to take over the game store?! Is it too late to follow Anzu to New York and start over there?

“Yugi? What are you doing up at this hour?”

Yugi snapped out of his anxiety spiral-induced reverie at the sound of his grandpa’s voice behind him. “Wh-what are you doing up at this hour?!”

“I asked you first, m’boy,” Grandpa asked. He gingerly poked at Yugi’s dye-saturated hair, realized what he just touched, then wiped his dye-stained finger off on the towel around Yugi’s neck. “Didn’t you just change this the other day?”

“Oh, I, uh…” Yugi wracked his brain for a quick but plausible answer and mercifully found one. “I forgot I had a piercing appointment tomorrow and want to get this done now so I won’t forget about it being there and get dye in an open wound!”

Grandpa frowned, clearly still suspicious but unable to think of a good rebuttal at this hour. “More piercings? You’re certain your workplace is all right with that?”

Yugi smirked. “I have a company-wide e-mail from Seto Kaiba himself from the last time someone complained about someone getting piercings, telling all management that he, quote, ‘doesn’t care how much metal someone has in their face if it’s not impacting their ability to work, stop wasting his and everyone else’s time with this.’ Saved it to my computer and printed it out too~”

Grandpa laughed and patted Yugi’s shoulder. “Ho, ho! That’s my boy!” He paused for a moment, then let out a bit of a sigh. “Anyway, don’t forget to get some rest when you’re done with this, all right? Staying up all night isn’t good for you.”

“I will, Grandpa,” Yugi lied. Like hell he was getting any sleep when he was in panic mode like this. Thankfully, his grandfather took him at his word, but not without one more worried glance before leaving.

Once Grandpa was out of sight, Yugi started to flop down on one side on the couch, but suddenly remembered the hair dye and caught himself before the wet hair touched anything. His life was difficult enough at the moment; he doesn’t need Mom complaining about dye stains on the furniture on top of it. Again. He settled instead for slouching forward, staring at the floor, until it occurred to him to pull out his phone from his pocket and stare at that instead.

He really should talk to someone about this, but who? Anzu would commiserate with him, but it would be early afternoon for her off in New York; she’d probably be at a rehearsal or something. There’s also Jounouchi, but hearing him talk shit about Kaiba was not what Yugi needed right now. Honda, maybe? Yugi shook his head; they’re close enough, but not close enough to wake him up over this disaster. Bakura’s right out; he’s the god-king of wandering into trouble and making it everyone else’s problem himself. There’s always Hanasaki, he supposed, but he was prepping for midterms or something and did not need this added to his load either…

Finally, he asked himself, Otogi, maybe? It’s his damn fault he was even at the damn party anyway. But no, Yugi decided, remembering the circle of women surrounding the man before he went off with Kaiba. There’s no way Otogi was alone and he wasn’t interrupting that. At best, he’d get an invitation to join, and any other day that’d be tempting, but again, this was not what Yugi needed right now.

Yugi heaved a sigh and flopped backwards, leaning heavily against the back of the couch, head reclined back as far as it would comfortably go. He thought for a split second about what to do, but then he remembered. The hair dye.

FUCK.

He leapt to his feet and spun around to see a great big splotch of purplish pink, then bolted to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to hopefully clean it up before it set. Dye job first, he told himself, then worry about what to do next. It’s not like he didn’t have all day to figure something out, after all.

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Meanwhile, back at the hotel room, Seto Kaiba was sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering his next move.

He had been sleeping more peacefully than he had in years, but when he turned over in his sleep, his arm fell onto… nothing. The other man’s lithe form was no longer next to him, nor any trace of his warmth left in his place. A quick check of the room and adjoining bathroom proved he was no longer there, period, and a brief check of his belongings showed nothing was missing, save for his mask—he presumed the man grabbed the wrong one in his haste—and, infuriatingly enough, the business card the man had given him.

At least corporate espionage seemed to be off the table as a motive for the man’s quick retreat, Seto thought; with everything that’s happened in his life, a honeypot operation targeting him wasn’t out of the question. Not that he thought anyone would be bold enough to try, with how utterly apathetic he was about… well, being with anyone that way, to be frank.

Which, honestly, was what made this hurt, and what he was blaming for the urge to fight his cynical first impulse to let this matter drop and chalk it up to a passing whim and people being shitty yet again.

He growled quietly, running a hand through his hair. What was wrong with him; why couldn’t he just let this go as an obvious mistake, a momentary lapse of judgment? The man clearly wasn’t taking this as seriously as he was, if the bastard could just run away like this. Still, something nagged at him, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on, but he was very clearly missing something in all of this and it was absolutely infuriating.

He picked up his pants from the floor, fished out his phone, and opened a notes app. He needed a guest list, he typed into it, and started typing out a description of what the man looked like and what he could remember the man saying to him. Also, a description of the man his target was the plus one for, not that he got a terribly long or clear look at him. Still, combined with the guest list, what he did notice could be illuminating. If he could find the “date” that ditched the target, maybe he could get the target’s damned name.

For better or worse, Seto Kaiba was a man who, when his personal curiosity took over, could not be stopped until it was satisfied, and this was going to be no exception to that.

[fredseibertdotcom]

Behold, the king of online cartoons

Ex-Hanna-Barbera whiz Fred Seibert blazing a trail with YouTube network

A couple of times over the years, then-USA Today’s entertainment and tech reporter (and photographer) Jefferson Graham was nice enough to feature me in an article about the cartoons I was producing. First time was in the late 90s with “Oh Yeah! Cartoons,” but in 2015, with streaming video finally reaching the mainstream press (Channel Frederator actually started in 2005) and Graham’s animator son joining our network, he revisited.

Thanks to animator Michael Hilliger, who sent over his copy of the article in 2024.

By Jefferson Graham USA Today July 17, 2015

LOS ANGELES — Fred Seibert wants you to have his card.

And his phone number. He even won't mind if we print his fred@frederator.com e-mail address right here in USA TODAY.

Seibert, 63 is the online toon king, with 400 million views monthly to his Channel Frederator network on YouTube, but he's never sure where his next hit will come from.

So he's always out there looking, at schools, industry gatherings, book signings. You name it.

Next weekend, he'll be at the Vidcon convention near Los Angeles, a gathering of folks who make their living off YouTube, which is where most folks see his online `toons.

"I have no ideas," he says. "But I recognize talent."

That's for sure. Seibert, then president of Hanna-Barbera's cartoon studios in the 1990s, is credited with discovering Seth MacFarlane, the creator of the Family Guy, fresh from college, when he hired him to work on Hanna-Barbera cartoons.

For Seibert's "What a Cartoon!" series for the Cartoon Network, Seibert hit ratings gold, signing up the creators who churned out hits like "The Powerpuff Girls," "Dexter's Laboratory" and "Johnny Bravo." Their series debuted as shorts for first for Seibert's series.

He still serves as executive producer of "The Fairly OddParents," a TV series he began producing in 1998 when it debuted on his "Oh Yeah, Cartoons," series. It's been running ever since on Nickelodeon.

Seibert's biggest audiences, however, have come from online, to the tune of some 1.9 billion views for 'toons like the Bee and PuppyCat and Bravest Warriors.

We had Seibert as a guest on our #TalkingTech podcast in June. At the time, he was averaging 300 million monthly viewers to the Channel Frederator network. Now he's already up to 400 million monthly viewers, and predicts he'll top 700 million by year's end, and 1 billion by 2016.

The reason for the massive growth is that unlike before, when animation was targeted just to young kids, either for Saturday morning TV, and kid-based cartoon TV channels, anyone of all ages can view `toons online.

Seibert's Cartoon Hangover, a Frederator section where he shows the best of his `toons, bills itself as the channel for "cartoons that are too weird, wild, and crazy for television."

“Bee and PuppyCat,” about a young woman with a hybrid dog-cat, is written by Natasha Allegri, a woman in her 20s, about a character in her 20s, and thus, obviously not targeted to the traditional animation crowd.

"No matter what your interest online — whether it be anime, or science fiction or comedy cartoons, there is a place for you," Seibert says. "TV has a tough time supporting the sub-genres. Online is all about sub-genre."

Channel Frederator is what's known as a multi-channel network. Cartoons run on YouTube, but his network promotes them, sells ads and distributes the proceeds to some 2,000 of his video makers.

Through Frederator, the channel makers learn about which color to make their thumbnails to find larger YouTube audiences (he recommends yellow) and which keywords to use in the descriptions ("funny" always works, he says.)

"We give them the tools to grow their performance," he says.

Dominic Panganiban, a 24-year-old animator from Toronto, joined the Frederator network in November, and has seen his subscriber base grow ten times since.

He had been working with Full Screen, another multi-channel network that works with YouTube creators to help them monetize their videos and attract larger audiences.

"Frederator was a better fit, because they cater more towards animation channels," Panganiban says. Because Frederator attracts folks who enjoy cartoons, "I have more potential here."

By being part of the Frederator network, Australian animator Sam Green says he's learned about how to better promote his cartoons, and gotten access to a database of free music and sound effects to use in his cartoons.

He too has seen a spike in traffic.

Being with Seibert "helped me move from my mother's garage to affording my own apartment in the big city," he says.

How did the traffic for both creators go up so dramatically?

Seibert promoted the cartoons to his audience. With 2,000 cartoon makers, that's a lot to choose from. He says he'll plug as many of them as "show an interest" to growing their audience. He looks for people who post new work regularly, stay in touch, and ask "what we can do to help them more."

And despite the massive online audience, Seibert isn't making money yet, and doesn't think he will for another three years. 

"Our cartoons are 3-4 minutes long, and the average American watches 6 hours of TV a day," he says. "We have a long way to go to even that out."

Photography by Jefferson Graham, July 2015

[harrisongslimited]

George Chapter of the Day #9

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger Warnings: adult situations, swearing, slow burn romance, sexual references/tension.

Chapter 9

Joie returned to the office the next day and right as she walked in, was greeted by Brian. He was not pleased. He gave her the ol' "it's either you or me, miss" look and resembled a feral cat, all puffed out in his best intimidation fur.

"I'd like to talk to you in my office, Miss Armagh," he spoke bluntly.

Joie shot a quick look at Freda who winced.

Brian walked her into his office and closed the door behind her.He started simply enough..."I want you in the office" and blah, blah, blah. Her mind instinctively went to a happy place, in this case, the warmth and protection of George's arms.

"I'd like you to keep in touch with the office more thoroughly," he began, gruffly. "I understand you were helping George with his new home, but I expect you to call in in case you are needed here. There's quite a lot of work and you need to pull your weight."

She bobbed her head as she remembered George's lips on hers, the exciting scent of his aftershave, his hand on her lower back gently pulling her into him. I mean really...who could have a bad day after that but Joie pretended she heard every word King Tut uttered.

Joie cleared her throat. "I understand."

"I don't think you do. You are here because the boys want you here. That could change at any moment. You are on a 6-month working visa. I have to prove that you are doing a function no English lass could do. That is being an American liaison. Anyone could have helped George with his house."

Joie remained at attention and nodded, remembering the lovely smile George gave her when they parted, "I understand. I was just..." Her mind finished the sentence, echoing the wonder she now held regarding George, his passionate kiss and why he did it.

"I know what you were doing," Brian snipped.

"I bet you don't," Joie giggled to herself.

"And I'm just telling you that you need to be here at the office. I will explain that to George."

"Right-e-o," Joie smiled. "Explain it to George."

Brian kept talking but Joie had things on her mind. Studying. Starting the paper for the grant. And mostly figuring out how to get George to kiss her again. Afterall, Joie had enjoyed decorating George's house and spending time with Cyn and Maureen so much that if she was sent home tomorrow, she'd be happy. Something told her that Brian wouldn't appreciate her truth, which was she really didn't give a shit if he even fired her. She had a home across the pond, plenty of homework and the memory of a kiss from a grown man who found her beautiful and sexy.

"I understand Mr. Epstein," she replied, totally disassociated from him and his bluster. "I will remain at the office unless I'm needed elsewhere."

He nodded and stood. Joie stood and left his office. Her back was to Brian when she rolled her eyes as a signal to Freda.

She immediately went to a stack of mail and dug in.

..........

The week went by relatively quietly. Joie was in the office everyday except for one afternoon when George treated her and Freda to lunch by having it catered inside the office. He ate with them and they laughed over his stories. After he had left, Freda pulled Joie aside as they freshened their make-up in the ladies loo.

"You know, love," she began. "He's quite taken with you. You can see that, can't you?"

Joie waved Freda off. "Oh, we're friends. We're just close because I helped him with his house. He's got prettier girls to chase."

"George hasn't chased a girl since he was 17," Freda laughed. "But I'm just telling you. Mark my words. I'm telling you the truth."

Joie smiled and went back to work, thinking about what Freda had said. Could that be true? If it was, what did she think about that? Right off the bat, she was attracted to Paul, even though he wasn't free. She just never contemplated who was around her. She had to admit, it was nice to hear George's voice everyday when she was at his house. He was always interested in her and what was going on. And then that kiss. Fuck. Burt Reynolds couldn't have done it better.

Joie day dreamed until she heard Brian exit his office. Her attention then turned to work for the rest of the afternoon.

.........

."There's something we would like to ask you," Paul told her during the second week of her endentured servant position at NEMS.

Joie sat in Brian's office with Paul and George and wondered what the hell was going on.

"We are leaving for New York in the morning," Paul began. "We'd like you to come with as our liaison. We've talked to Brian and he understands. Ringo has been under the weather and with your nursing skills, we'd really like you to come with. Brian is arranging everything. Can you be ready?"

Joie brightened. "I sure can. My passport is ready."

She wondered if Paul had recommended that she come with them but mentally slapped her forehead to snap back to reality. She really wanted to know what George thought. The memory of that amazing kiss was on her mind continually.

"We are then coming back to London for the premiere of the movie and then flying back out on an extended tour. We'd like you to be available to fly out with us after we see how everything goes."

"I'd love it," Joie said simply and smiled at George.

..........

She had no idea how wild being on the road could be. It was grueling. She hadn't slept. Life on the road was hard. It was planes and hotels and screaming girls and receptions and then more of the same. She tended to Ringo, whom she knew was getting tonsillitis, with tea, forced rest and hot chicken broth. She finally told Brian that he needed a doctor and penicillin. A hotel doctor visited him and confirmed what Joie had told them.

What surprised her is the women. Girls really. Trying to get to the boys at all costs. Some hid in laundry carts. Some hid in the trunks of the limos. And some of them ended up in John or Paul's private rooms.

Joie didn't know what to think. She was friends with Cyn and knew Jane was Paul's steady girlfriend. Part of her felt she needed to protect the Beatles and part of her felt an alliance to Cyn and Jane. Ringo was too sick to do much and George seemed content practicing guitar. She never saw him take a bird to his private room, although what happened after she had gone to try get a couple hours of sleep was anyone's guess.

The bang on her door woke her out of a sound sleep. She groggily went to her hotel room door and called, "Who is it?"

"It's Mal. John is sick. He's asking if you could come to his room."

Joie put a robe on and opened the door. "Sick? Sick how?"

Mal shrugged slightly. "Scotch-sick."

Joie closed her eyes for a moment, then followed Mal to their suite. She knocked on John's door. A tall, leggy blonde exited, and Mal took her out of the suite.

"John?"

She heard vomiting in the bathroom.

Paul was in the interior of the suite, talking to another girl. Joie called to him that she needed Mal, but Paul ignored her. When Joie went to him, she knew he and the girl were both high and totally out of commission. He grinned at her, then went back to the brunette.

Joie opened the door and asked the security guard to ask Mal to come back into the suite.

"Can't leave my post, miss. Too many girls trying to get in here."

Joie took a deep breath and went back to John's room and closed the door behind her. He was laying on the marble floor in the bathroom.

He looked up at her as tears welled in his eyes. "I'm sorry...."

Joie softened at his total vulnerability. "It's ok. Come on, I'll help you back in bed. You have to lay on your side in case you get sick again."

There was a knock on the door. Joie hoped it was Mal because she was going to need help getting John up and back in bed. Instead, it was George. Relatively sober and offering to help her.

Together they helped John Lennon back into bed as he professed his love for both of them.

"I love you," he slurred to Joie. "And George is my brother."

They both nodded. "Love you too John," Joie added.

George plopped him down on the bed while Joie went to get the wastebasket in case he got sick again and a cool, wet cloth. They stood a moment together.

"Need anything else?" George asked her.

"I'm going to order coffee..."

"I'll bring it in."

"Wait," John said suddenly, sitting up on one elbow. "Wait. Stand there. You two look so cute. George, my son, you ought to marry that girl before anyone else wrecks the fuck out of her life."

George laughed and turned to leave. "He needs more than coffee...."

Joie smiled at George. "I think you are right..."

"I'm the one who's right. He loves you, you know. Can't you see that?" John asked Joie as George left the room.

"John, you are drunk," Joie told him gently. "you don't know what you are saying."

"I may be a cheating bastard, but I know when one of my mate's is crazy about someone."

"Shut up," she told him, pushing him back onto the bed.

"Are you blind?"

"No...but you are totally potted and should just shut up."

John closed his eyes suddenly and put a weak hand on top of hers that held a cool cloth to his forehead.

"I love you too....and thanks" he said, then fell asleep. Joie found a chair and watched him sleep as long as she could to make sure he was ok until her eyes closed.

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Day 17- Marking with Steve Rogers

1113 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: a bit of angst, rough and possessive sex, biting, marking, reader is also a widow. so secret agent

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Gif from: @mightyavngrsgrs

He was still on the run, sure. It was hard to see him, to see you, hard even to have one text or e-mail to know he was okay. So, when Tony invited you to his party, you said yes. It’s been two months without any news from your fugitive boyfriend. You needed to have some fun.

When you get back home, you smell him, but you’re sure that’s your brain making you trip. You miss him, sometimes asking yourself if you’re still his, if he misses you…if he even thinks of you. You let out a big sigh. Might have been a fun night, but at the end…you are alone. You love them both. Tony is by extension your boss, Pepper is a good friend and…Steve and the other your closest friends. You don’t know where to stand so you told them you won’t choose a side. They respect that, but you feel so lonely.

“Had fun?”, you jump and throw the knife that was cutting your apple in the direction of the voice. He catches it without effort. “Nice welcome home darling.”

“Fuck, Steve! You know I hate when you do that!”, you rest your hand on your heart and take a deep breath. “Did you follow me all night”.

“Had to keep an eye on my girl”, he growls.

“Oh, your girl?” you scuff and take another knife to finish your snack. “You remember I existed, so nice of you.”

He’s behind you in a matter of seconds, his large hands on your hips and his nose in your hair. “Don’t be a brat now, you know I do my best.”

You sigh. “I know, but it’s hard Steve. I’m alone.”

He chuckles, “Didn’t seem that alone tonight.” You push him away.

“That was my first night out in months you prick!” you tear up. “I’m fucking alone, okay? Not choosing side makes me unable to spend time with any of you!”

He’s holding your head softly, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “I’m here now.”

“And then you’ll disappear again. I’m tired of this Steve.”

“So, you go out and let any men touch you?”

You frown. “What are you talking about?”

He gets closer “I know you, I know you like the attention, wanted to make me jealous, to make me go out of the shadows…” He kisses you hard, months of being away of abstinence, of missing each other’s. you kiss him back as hard, tugging on his hair. The bastard always knows how to make you melt and forget how mad you are at him.

He carries you to bed, not wanting to fuck you in the kitchen, he needs to show his princess how much he loves her and how much she’s his. He strips you bare and gives you’re a big hickey on your neck, you squirm and moans at the sensation. You brain foggy of wants and needs. You missed him, all of him, and if he marks you as his tonight, maybe you will feel less alone when he goes away again.

He marks all your body, little and big hickeys on your skin, your scratch him hard, marking him too, he’s between your legs, feasting on your sweet nectar, kissing and flicking his tongue on your pearl, you see starts and cums one, then twice, then trice on his tongue.

He’s back up, kissing you, biting your lip, making it bleed, you do the same to him and you dig your nails on his neck and shoulders, little half moon dent on his skin, some of them bleed but none of you care. He let you stroke him, before he bottoms out in one thrust.

“STEVE!”, you feel him throb when you clench. Fuck you love when he’s fucking you bare. Happening more and more since the Accords. No time for ceremony most of the time, only quickies in dark alleys or odd motels. But tonight, he takes his time, staying balls deep, while he gives you another hickey and you do it as well.

“you’re mine, princess, understood?”

You shake your head, wanting him to destroy you and put you back together. Want him to make you his again, make you not forget about everything you went trough together.

He ruts into you, hard and slow. Make you feel every ridge and veins of his cock sliding between your walls.

“I’m gonna mark you. Gonna cum so deep inside you that you will leak me for days. Gonna cum on your chest, face and make sure you have some on you so that every man that sees you tomorrow will know that you are taken. That you are mine”

You arch your back. “Make me yours” you moan. Steve fucks your hard and deep, mating pressing you on the bed, bending you in half, breaking you and make you forget about your loneliness. You are his right now and you can let go.

He cums deep inside you after you had already another two orgasms. Five of them, not his best performance, but he’s not done, his super soldier stamina makes him hard again in one second and his back at fucking you and making you full of him.

After your seven orgasms you can’t think or moan, you throat dry and your vocals tired. You’re whimpering, holding on to him as much as you can, you muscles being laxed with all the sensations. He strokes himself above you and cums on your chest, some arriving on your chin, and you lick it, moaning faintly at the taste, you look at him with crossed eyes and whisper, “cum in my mouth Stevie…”. He groans and his quick to shove his cock in your mouth, letting you poor fluttering pussy to have a break. He cums quickly, always has when you suck him off.

After he destroyed you, he puts you back together with the most wonderful aftercare. Bathing you, massaging you with your favourite body lotion and holding you close to him, engulfing you in his arms and murmuring to you praises and words of affirmations and how much he loves you.

“you’re mine princess and I’ll be back every time to mark you as mine.” He traces some of his hickeys, purple black and you shudder, your skin sensitive.

“I’m yours and you’re mine” you whisper, tracing the fading mark on his skin.

“Yes, you are”, he puts your finger on his hips, where a burn never went away, the scar remind both of you of the day you met.

“I’m yours since day one, my little widow”.

You smile and fall asleep in the arm of your super solider.

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[anonthatwantsyoursoul]

Ok so she goes down, sees the wall is bricks, tea kettle noise and then now

Coraline: It was incredible real mom! Only you weren't really you, you were my other mother!

Mom: buttons for eyes, huh? You only dreamed you ate all that chicken, take your multivitamin, at least.

Coraline: you were in the dream too dad, you had wild looking pajamas and orange monkey slippers.

Dad: haha orange? My monkey slippers are blue, and psst, can you get me some of that magic (something), I have a terrible case of writers rash, on my- (your disgusting you freak)

Mom: eh hem. If the real Charlie Jones(ohh that's his name) wants his pages edited he better wrap them up asap.

Mom: Coraline, why don't you go downstairs (I forgot something about telling the lesbians) I'm sure they'd love to hear your dream.

Coraline: Ms. Spink and Ms. Forceable (help what's there names), but you said they're dingbats!

Mom: mhm (asshole).

Time skip she went outside

Coraline: Bobinsky, (what's his name spelled??) Bobinsky, Bobinsky... *Sniffs packages* EHEGH pew e.

She goes up the stairs (reverse Mari moment)

Coraline: Hello? I think our mail got mixed up! Should I leave it outside or...? AH

Time skip ish

Bobinsky: SECRET, famous jumping mouse circuit not ready! Little girl..

Coraline: (idk what) oh, I brought this for you!

Bobinsky: lovyseel (the fuck does he say here)

Coraline: huh? (Same girl)

Bobinsky: Very clever, using this mix up to sneak my whole on the peekabooshkas (ok I know he's Russian but I'm pretty sure that's not a word)

Coraline: booshkas?

Bobinsky: The mice!

Coraline: oh sorry

Uh I don't really remember what happens

Bobinsky: here, have beet, make you strong, das vadanya (I can't spell :() Caroline.

Coraline: It's, CORaline.

Time skip

Bobinsky (help I have no idea what he says here so I'm so sorry for what your about to read): VATASHEEHEYY

Coraline: NO!

Bobinsky: The mice, they asked me to give you a message.

Coraline: The... Jumping mice?

Bobinsky: they are saying *bombastic side eye* "do not go through little door", do you know such a thing?

Coraline: the one behind the wallpaper? But.. it's all bricked up.

Bobinsky: ah, so sorry, sometimes the mice are a little mixed up.

Bobinsky: I mean, they even get your name wrong, they call you "Coraline" instead of "Caroline", not Caroline at all! Maybe I'm working them too hard..

Time skip (I don't remember what comes after this I need to replay the whole part in my head since they don't speak for so long during this part)

Coraline: AHH

Ms. spink: (what doss she say here) Sis you fernal yapping (WHAT??? HUH???)

Ms. Spink: Well how nice to see you Caroline, would you like to come in? We're playing cards.

Coraline: Still Coraline, Ms. Spink.

Ms. Spink: Miriam! Put the kettle on!

(I'm just gonna call them April and Miriam from now on because it's annoying having to put a period every time I say her name)

(ok I also don't know what she says here so be prepared for incoherency)

Miriam: April, akalohithwallo

April: It's the new neighbor, Miriam, Caroline. She'll be having the oolong tea.

Miriam: No, I'm sure she'd prefer jasmine.

April: No, oolong.

Miriam: Jasmine it is then!

Timeskip

Coraline: Are those dogs.. real?

April: Ah, sweet departed angels, couldn't bear to part with them, so we had them stuffed.

Miriam: Go on, it's hand pulled taffy from Brighton, best in the world *poses*.

April: oh and that's drops cousin twice removed. I'll read them if you'd like.

Coraline: Read what?

April: Oh your tea leaves, dear. They'll tell me your future.

April: drink up then go on. No! Not all of it, that's right, now hand it over.

(I don't really remember what she says)

April: you are in terrible, terrible danger.

Miriam: Give me that cap April! Your eyes are going.

April: My eyes? You're blind as a bat!

Miriam: Now let's see here, oh, it's good news, there's a, tall handsome beast in your future.

Coraline: A what?!

April: Miriam, oh really, you're holding it wrong! See, danger.

Coraline: What do you see?

April: I see a very peculiar hand.

Miriam: Well I see a giraffe.

April: Giraffes don't just fall from the sky Miriam!

Everyone: AAH

Coraline: well, what should I do?

April: Never wear green in your dressing room.

Miriam: Aquire a very tall stepladder.

April: and be very, very carefu- AGGYG *falls*

April: Now, was there something you came to tell us?

Coraline: No, I guess not.

Timeskip

Coraline: Great! The village stalker!

Wybie: I-I wasn't stalking you, we were hunting banana slugs!

Coraline: What do you mean "we"? (Pronouns amr 🙄)

Coraline: Ha! Your cats not wild! He's a wusspuss!

Wybie: Hey! He hates to get his feet wet, jeez.

Coraline: wusspuss~

Ok I think I'll continue this in a bit so yeah

[webslingingslasher]

hello i’m a new anon, just recently became obsessed w frat peter and trouble 🫶 but OMG do i have a story for you and ur followers this happened today

so for reference i’m a 21 yr old girly girl college student okay and i was on campus today by myself getting food from a truck and i was just waiting for my order yknow and this RANDOM ASS GUY comes up to me like “…hey 👀 are u single?” and i was like 🧍‍♀️ yes and hes like oh okay i just thought u were rly cute i wanted to know if you’d want to go on a date (like this has never happened to me before)

so i gave him my number okay he texts me rigt after saying let’s have lunch on monday i said ok maybe and we’re texting i’m like so wait whats ur major how old are u blah blah blah and he doesnt answer for a bit then he CALLS ME….

he’s like yeah sry i’m a bad texter and i was just in a class presentation he’s a music major btw like giving soundcloud rapper but anyways i was like wait u never answered my question how old are u

…….BESTIE 😭😭😭😭 HE’S 32…………..

i was so awkward on the phone after he said that he was like do u still wanna have lunch? and i said i’ll think abt it… then i texted him saying sry it’s not gonna work 💔💔 HE SEEMED RLY NICE AND HE WAS KINDA CUTE (like just 🤏 a little) BUT 11 YRS??? IN THEORY YES LIKE TRUST ME I LIVE FOR A DILF ON SCREEN OR WHATEVER BUT REAL LIFE…… i don’t think i could

SO SORRY that was so long i just thought this was hilarious me and my friends were DYINGGGG on the phone ab this it feels like a cruel prank i wish he was 21 and hot 💔💔💔

(can i be 🚭 anon? it’s funny bc i vape HAHAHAH) (if that’s taken feel free to give me anything else i’m not picky!!)

'bad texter' my brother in christ, you're the generation of e-mails.

nah i'm sorry, cause even if he's attractive, he suddenly becomes gross and creepy when i think about how he's in his 30/40's hitting on me... like sir, what is wrong with you women your own age don't want you?

*backwards cap* fellow vaper, how do u do?

[hongjoongscafe]

But I Still Won

Drabble series

D. 2 {serieslist}

Pairing: idol!seonghwa×photographer!reader(jihyun) (Jihyun is an imaginary person. I am not shipping anybody here. I just like this name.)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Summary: she didn't expect to get fucked by her idol... Well, it still happened.

Word count: 820

Note: poll for the next part is at the end. Please do vote.

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

"Ah, Jihyun!" Nari, Jihyun's best friend, called her name, "wait for me."

Nari and Jihyun have been best friends since elementary school. Nari was well aware that Jihyun was innocent and sweet. After being with Jihyun, she decided to stick with her for as long as she could. People around them weren't that great but that was not a rare thing. These days people don't let innocents live in peace. 

"I can still feel the vibrations of the concert," Nari said after catching up with Jihyun, "I miss it so much!" She whined.

Jihyun chuckled at her best friend's childish nature, "it's been two weeks already… I can't believe that I'm still living that moment," more specifically the bathroom moment. 

"Right? I know. It was so nice. Did you see how hot they all looked, oh my dear God of hotness," she let out an exaggerated sigh. 

They both took their books for their classes and left. The first lecture was on photography itself, it was Jihyun's favourite class. They entered the hall and took their seats in the middle. Their pens were ready to take the notes. 

"Good morning, class. I hope you all had a good night's sleep," the professor began. ''Based on last semester's project portfolio and job suggestions, we have taken thirty students for placements in the bigger entertainment companies. We have divided you all into groups of five. You will be going there and volunteering for a photo shoot. They will look through your work and hire you accordingly. They can select all five or maybe none. So I would expect you all to be prepared for this. This is a nice opportunity to explore your interests. And I don't want any complaints about misbehaving or anything like that," the professor took a deep breath. "You will be going to these companies for a couple of days. And if hired, they will let you know the formalities and other expectations they have from you and you can tell them your preferences as well… I'll e-mail the information later today. Group one will be going to their company in two days. Rest you will get the e-mail. Stay updated on that!" With that, the professor started with the lesson. 

Jihyun was one of the students who wanted to work with these companies. It was a great opportunity to travel and capture various moments. If she gets selected, she would be able to capture the heartfelt moments of idols and nature even. 

As for Nari, she didn't want to work with them. She was more interested in wedding photography. Looking at the happy families and mixed emotions of the weddings, was her thing. Nari was a wedding enthusiast. Her biggest dream was to get married and have a happy family. Just a typical girl who was looking for a perfect match. Maybe she could find someone at some of these weddings. That would be a story to tell. 

…

A week later, Jihyun was standing outside the KQ Ent.'s building with four others. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest. She didn't think that she would be given this company to work with. Although she did hope for it. But now when she was standing here, she wanted to turn around and go back. 

There were two groups— Block B and ATEEZ— whose photo shoot they were going to do. To her surprise, she was going to work with ATEEZ. There was one more classmate with her. 

Jihyun was thinking about Seonghwa. He knew her. She was expecting him to recognize her because they fucked in the bathroom. She wasn't aware of his fuck boy side so her hopes were getting high. 

Like a typical romance novel, she was expecting him to get teared up and say "I was trying to find you, Jihyun. But look, you are here. Fate wants us to meet each other," and all. 

"Jihyun! Come on," the other classmate snapped her out of her trance. 

The interior was modern and subtle. A peaceful place for sure. The beautiful pictures of the groups and soloists were hanging brightly around the hallways. The students were escorted to the different meeting rooms where they were going to discuss their job. 

As Jihyun entered the room, her eyes fell on eight handsome boys. They all were looking too different from what they looked like at the concert. Their bare faces were mind-blowingly handsome. The casual outfits looked so comfortable. 

They all politely greeted you both when their manager introduced you to them. Jihyun's eyes moved around and settled on Seonghwa who was already looking at her. His eyes were unreadable and had a small smirk on his face. 

Jihyun's cheeks heated when the flashbacks came running back. She nervously bowed her head and looked away. 

'He must have recognized me,' she blushed and turned around to pay attention to what the manager was saying.

.....

Sanaa's note:

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

Taglist:

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*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Outside POV (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

all that kindred eyes can see (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Teachers Dan and Phil figure that they could quite easily keep their relationship secret while working at the same school. It's only for half a year after all. But the keen eyes of a trio of friends soon start to pick up on little hints and clues. It's a good thing the students mostly just want to admire their love and figure themselves out along the way.

Always Together, Never Apart (ao3) - cherryblossomphil

Summary: “They were attached at the hip. The centers of each other’s lives. Inseparable.”; Dan and Phil’s relationship, as seen through the eyes of their friends (based on Vidcon 2k15)

House Hunters (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: Kath and Nigel go down to London to help Phil and Dan find a house to buy.

Immediate Family (ao3) - philsroots (shanegray)

Summary: “The first few times I didn’t mind all that much, but now it’s all the time and I’m starting to dread starting conversations.” Cornelia says, almost laughing.

Dan peels at the corner of the crisp bag, creating a small tear before slowly pulling it apart.

“It’s really that constant?”

or the one where Dan really wants a metaphorical picket fence and I write a love letter to being the gay cousin in a huge traditional family

Merry and Bright (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Dan and Phil host their first Christmas.

now i smile and face the girl who shares my name (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: kath meets her newborn granddaughter.

Oh Brother (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Phil comes home from the Halloween gathering, and Martyn has questions

shadows / nocturne / parting clouds (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Phil wakes up with a migraine, causing him to snap at Dan. Throughout the day, while visiting a city for the ii tour, Cornelia observes the tension, and eventually, the two of them console.

since i looked up to you (ao3) - morelikeexisting

Summary: I've been meaning to tell you something, but never had the courage to — it reads — basically, i am gay.

And Adrian thinks: this is how he is going to come out? Through a fucking e-mail, and then he laughs, happy and proud and overwhelmed, because confrontation has always been Dan's weakness and this ... this e-mail is so, so Dan.

( or the one where dan comes out to his brother )

slipping through my fingers (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Even though he said he’d never grow up, Phil grew up.

Or, Kath reminisces on how time flies

sometime, stranger (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Karen's thoughts on a little boy she thought she knew

the bear (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: Seven year old Phil has an imaginary friend, and his mother is concerned.

The Fantastic Mr. Whiskers (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Mr. Whiskers does not approve of guests. But this human? This human was ok. This human could stay.

The Royal Mr. Whiskers (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Mr. Whiskers just could not understand why they had to move to a new apartment. This apartment was perfect! It had the couch Mr. Whiskers liked, the little nook above the fridge from where Mr. Whiskers could keep watch, a nice warm bed for him. All the smells were accounted for, all the walls sufficiently improved by Mr. Whisker’s claws. But no, apparently with Phil moving in, his humans didn’t have enough space anymore.

the conversation (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: "They had a joke in there. About a sex tape with him and Dan." A fic about Phil's parents and That Conversation.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

through the years, we all will be together (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Martyn comes home for Christmas in 2009 and finally meets Dan, that guy his brother won’t shut up about. Ten years later, and it’s like Dan’s always been a part of the family.

Two of Martyn’s family Christmas celebrations, a decade apart.

to use black ink (ao3) - moonythejedi395

Summary: Laura Anise Jones, at the ripe old age of 12 ½, knew exactly four things in life. The first was that she would never touch illicit drugs. The second was that it was best not to tell anyone anything about herself, as nothing good would ever come of it. The third was that adults will always lie. The fourth is that the only exception to the previous rule is her English teacher, Mr. Lester.

together: a tale in five board games (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Dan in his BBC LGBT interview: "I had friends who honestly would be like, 'so, are you going to get a girlfriend at some point?' and I was like, 'so you have no idea, even though we've been friends for five years.'"

Dan and Phil have this friend that comes over for monthly board game night.

watching terrariums (ao3) - obsessivelymoody

Summary: They’re silhouetted against the gloomy grey London sky, light only touching the high points of their faces, illuminating their eyes. They look carved from marble, and by someone who is really able to capture love.

Or, Dan and Phil in 2019, told through two perspectives at two different times.

where we can live (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Karen and Kathryn wait for their sons.

"Why did we have to have kids?" (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Cornelia is recording on her phone, hoping she’ll never forget this sight. It’s so beautiful, more beautiful than she can say. So expansive, so lush— so peaceful… peaceful…

A ficlet about peacefulness and laughter.

[mechanicalinertia]

STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: The Works of Jeanne Hedge

Ho ho ho ho ho, it's time to bring out an easy recommendation, or rather a series of recommendations, one I'm honestly surprised I haven't done before.

I mean, come on. It's Jeanne Hedge, baby. She didn't write much longer stuff compared to Innpchan or Ben Hutchins, but she wrote really good, really focused stuff. Moreover, the record of the sheer number of 90's-era fic writers who reference her suggest that she was the Carrie Fisher of alt.fan.bgcrisis, a real script doctor for everyone. Whatta character. Pity she died from pneumonia in 2020 - I would have loved to invite her to the more modern corners of BGC fandom, like the subreddit and the discord. Learn from the old masters, yeah? Yeah.

Here's Hedge's old website. For the more convenience-minded among us, here's her FF.net page.

So: Hedge. Sysop of a CompuServe anime and manga forum from 1985 to 2005. Mod for the old Fanfiction Mailing List. Moderator for the fanfiction panel at Anime Central (ACEN) from 2001-2006. In other words, a superfan from a time when Crunchyroll was a ripping site, Funimation wasn't Sony's pawn, when anime was an eccentricity among eccentricities on the old 'World Wide Web'. Incredible, no?

Oh, yeah, and she was a pretty good writer, too! Her writing style isn't particularly fancy, and her topics are usually more light-hearted explorations of the series save for two instances. We'll go through the short stuff first, then the two biggies.

Dear Mom: Not even two thousand words, a gag where some gaijin girl is living in an office building across the way from the LADYS633 and is navigating dealing with the locals while hunting for an apartment. The punchline is that it takes place between OVA 8 and Crash, so of course she sees the Knight Wing launch from the building, and when she brings it up at the LADYS big reopening party, Sylia is all 'whatever are you talking about' and promptly makes sure this woman gets an apartment across the city. "You'd almost think they couldn't wait to get me away from here!" is what's said in the last bit, which is funny as hell. Written, apparently, on a dare.

We Just Want To Help You: Jeanne is transported to what appears to be the BGC Universe, but is, in fact, not. Her attempts to convince Sylia otherwise don't go well. Another one-note gag, but in my mind not as funny as the other one.

Spin Cycle: Linna's power goes out, she needs to do some laundry, goes to a laundromat with a laundry-dispensary Boomer, said Boomer goes rampant and starts terrorizing people, Linna must evade the Boomer and help other customers. Short, silly, charming, and does a nice job of outlining the wider world of Megatokyo, the normalcy of life in the world's mightiest megacity, where clothes still need to be cleaned.

10 Questions: This is a weird one, since it's one of Priss's great-grandchildren asking her about an interview with her she found in the attic. Ten easy questions about what happened to Priss in her public life - the Reps broke up, she started a new band, she started a record company that eventually got to sign Vision, she lost both her legs during the last great Boomer Rampage - hold on, wait, what the fuck?

Yeah, despite Hedge saying in an afterword that she wanted this to be the fic where Priss got to have nice things, she still loses her legs, Linna, and Sylia. The last quarter of the fic, in fact, is her just musing about all the different choices she could have made when Sylia pulled her over back during the fateful night played out in Asu E Touchdown... and I think it's implied Sylia, in the end, walked into GENOM Tower with a suitcase nuke. So... happiness? Even then, it's an elusive thing...

Okay, that's the small stuff. The warmup. Now for the big 'uns.

Into The Shadows: Probably Hedge's most famous work, 19K words detailing, from multiple perspectives, the origins of the Knight Sabers, from Dr. Raven talking Sylia into recruiting other members, to those other members being recruited, and so on. It was cowritten with Andy Skuse of Raven's Garage, which... is kind of a detriment to its quality? I've been rereading Skuse's own multichapter epic, Bubblegum Cross, and it's Not Very Good. I'll probably review it soon.

Anyway, it's part mess of flashbacks, part training montage, part this, that, and the other. Each chapter is fairly short - shorter than I would have written, in all honesty - but there's a good bit where Nene is cool with her EW, where even Linna is scared for a short bit, where Priss is as violent and unhinged as you'd expect her to be. The characterization is really on point here, I think, at least for a certain rendering of the Sabers in their early days. I quite like this one.

True Love: Priss can't catch a break, can she? In canon or in fanon. I mean, holy shit, this fuckin' piece. It's good, but... damn.

It's mostly, Priss's story, a bridge between Crisis and Crash in the darkest sense. See, she's trying to finally get the Reps signed, right? Reasonable, even if the sleazy-producer cliche is coming into play even before Priss's stint at idoldom in Crash. It's not going well. She gets forced into a bad contract by 'Oomori-san' (geddit?) someone's stalking her - and then said stalker shoots her in the throat. Her voice is gone (explaining the change in voice to Ryoko Tachikawa in Crash), she's in protective custody, and... ugh. Look, I don't want to go any further, because probably the best way to describe this fic is a) disturbing (stalkers are creepy people!) and b) depressing (Everyone's mental state gets seriously altered by what's going on here). The other part of the bridge from Crash is that Nene kills said stalker, just picks him up in her Motoslave and drops him into the canyons, and that's kind of the lead-in to her being much more aggressive in Crash as well.

I don't want to spoil more, because this is a 'darkfic' in the best way, a deeply, perfectly uncomfortable way. It's the way that best shows what Hedge was capable of as a writer, and why her death was a tragedy in the truest sense. Read any or all of these, because they're all excellent.

[aspenmissing]

𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam, Dean, and Y/N pull into the station.

"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight," Sam says, but Dean doesn't respond. "Sam wears women's underwear."

"I've been listenin', I'm just busy," he says, looking at his phone.

"Busy doin' what?"

"Reading e-mail," Sam says as Dean gets out of the car and starts filling the tank with gas.

"E-mails from who?"

"From my friends at Stanford."

"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?"

"Why not?"

"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?" Y/N says.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and sister. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."

"Oh, so you lie to 'em," Y/N says.

"No. I just don't tell 'em... everything."

"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it; tellin' the truth is far worse."

"So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Dean shrugs, and Y/N nods. "You're serious?"

"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period," Y/N says.

"Your kind of anti-social, you know that?"

"Yeah, whatever," Y/N says as Sam continues to read his e-mails.

"God..."

"What?" Dean asks.

"In this email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine."

"Is she hot?" Dean asks, and Y/N scoffs and leans back into her seat as Sam ignores him.

"I went to school with her and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case," Sam says.

"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean says.

"No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you."

"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'," Dean chuckles.

"Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem."

"It is our problem. They're my friends."

"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Y/N glares at him, and a minute later, they pull out of the gas station and start driving.

==

The three stand outside a house, and the door opens to reveal a young woman.

"Oh my God, Sam!"

"Well, if it isn't little Becky."

"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap," she says, smiling, and they hug each other.

"I got your e-mail."

"I didn't think that you would come here," Dean steps forward and extends his hand.

"Dean. Older brother," he says as she shakes his hand. Then Y/N does the same.

"Y/N. Older sister," Y/N smiles at her.

"We're here to help. Whatever we can do."

"Come in," they say, walking inside the house, and Dean shuts the door.

"Nice place."

"It's my parents'. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm going to stay until Zack's free."

"Where are your folks?"

"They lived in Paris for half a year, so they're on their way home now for the trial," Rebecca says as they enter the kitchen. "Do you guys want a beer or something?"

"Hey-" Dean is cut off by Y/N.

"No, thanks. So, tell us what happened."

"Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing," She starts to cry. " So, he called 911, and the police showed up, and they arrested him. But the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily was if he was in two places at the same time. The police have a video. It's from the security tape across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight."

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house."

"We could."

"Why? I mean, what could you do?"

"Well, me, not much. But Dean and Y/N are cops," the twins laugh.

"Detectives, actually."

"Really," Dean nods. "Where?"

"Bisbee, Arizona. But we're off-duty now."

"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just don't know."

"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent."

"Okay. I'm going to go get the keys," she says, walking away down the hall.

"Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends."

"Look, Zack and Becky need our help."

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem."

"Two places at once? We've looked into less." Dean says nothing, defeated. Y/N smirks.

==Time Skip==

Dean, Y/N, Sam, and Rebecca park the car and get out.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Rebecca asks, looking at the twins.

"Yeah. We're officers of the law," Sam says, and Dean and Y/N nod. They enter and look away. The furniture and walls of the house are smeared with blood. Rebecca stays on the porch step.

"Bec, you want to wait outside?"

"No. I want to help," she ducks under the police tape and enters the house.

"Tell us what else the police said."

"Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers-they're already talking about plea bargains," she says, looking around the room. "Oh, God...."

"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" She shakes her head and then begins to remember something.

"Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes—Zack's clothes. The police don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed." Sam and Y/N walk away as Dean moves to the open front door and sees the neighbour's dog barking loudly. Rebecca comes up behind him.

"You know, that used to be the sweetest dog."

"What happened?" Dean asks.

"He just changed."

"Do you remember when he changed?"

"I guess around the time of the murder," Dean says, looking at her, then walking away. Sam is in the hallway, looking at framed pictures of himself, Zack, and Rebecca. Y/N and Dean walk over to him.

"So, the neighbour's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed," Dean says.

"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal," Sam replies.

"Yeah, maybe Fido saw something," Y/N adds.

"So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"

"No. Probably not. But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Rebecca says, walking over to them. "So, the tape. The security footage-you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, 'cause I just don't have that kind of jurisdiction."

"I've already got it. I didn't want to say something in front of the cop," Dean and Y/N laugh. "I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself.

"All right," the four of them say.

==

Dean, Y/N, Sam, and Rebecca are watching the security footage.

"Here he comes." The tape shows Zack entering his house.

"22:04—that's just after ten. You should tune of death was around 10:30," Dean says.

"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes are authentic. It wasn't tampered with," Sam seems to notice something on the tape.

"Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?"

"Oh, sure," she says, getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Hey," she says, turning around. "Maybe some sandwiches, too?"

"What do you think this is, Hooters?" She leaves the room.

"I wish," Dean says, walking over to Y/N and Sam. "What is it?"

"Check this out," he says, rewinding the tape, then replaying it one frame at a time until one of the frames shows Zack looking directly at the camera. His eyes are silver, and Sam pauses the tape.

"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare," Y/N says.

"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul," Sam says.

"Right."

"Remember that dog that was freakin' out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him but isn't him."

"Like a Doppelganger?"

"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was in two places at once."

==

Y/N parks the Impala behind the house, and the siblings get out.

"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?" Sam looks around the outside of the building and notices blood smeared on a nearby telephone pole.

"Blood. Somebody came this way."

"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." An ambulance drives past them, and they exchange a look before walking in the direction of the ambulance.

"What happened?" Y/N asks a woman nearby.

"He tried to kill his wife. Tie her up and beat her."

"Really?"

"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave and say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy," they watch as the man gets taken away.

==

Sam is on the side of the house, looking around. He looks inside two garbage cans but finds nothing. He moves to the front of the house, where Dean and Y/N come behind him.

"Hey," Dean says, making Sam turn around. "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?"

"Yeah."

"Our kind of problem."

"What'd you find out?"

"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. The dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked," Y/N says.

"So, he was in two places at once."

"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house; the police think he's a nutjob."

"Two dark doubles attack loved ones in the same way."

"Could be the same thing doin' it, too," Sam and Dean think for a second.

"Shapeshifter?" Y/N shrugs. "Something that can make itself look like anyone?"

"Every culture in the world has shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men."

"Right, skinwalkers, werewolves."

"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighbourhood," Dean says.

"Let me ask you this: in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Y/N shakes her head.

"Not that I know of."

"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way."

"Just like your friend's house," Dean says.

"Yeah. And just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is, just disappeared."

"Well, there's another way to go down." They look down and notice a manhole.

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N climb down the manhole and look around.

"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around."

"I think you're right. Look at this." They bend down and examine a pile of blood and skin on the ground. The three are disgusted.

"Is this from his victims?" Y/N takes out a pocketknife and holds up some of the skin.

"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape, maybe it shreds," Y/N says.

"This is sick," Sam says, and Y/N puts the blood pile back on the ground.

==

"Well, one thing I learned from Dad is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it," Y/N says, opening the trunk and taking out some weapons.

"A silver bullet to the heart."

"That's right," Sam's phone rings, and he answers it.

"This is Sam."

"Where are you?"

"We're near Zack's; we're just checking' some things out."

"Well, look, Sam, just stop, 'cause I don't need your help anymore."

"What are you talking' about?"

"I told the lawyers that we went to the crime scene," Sam scoffs.

"Why would you do that?"

"Well, I told them that we were with two police officers. And they checked it out, and they told me that there is no Detective Dean or Y/N Winchester."

"Bec-"

"No, I don't understand why you would lie to me about something like that."

"We're tryin' to help."

"Oh, trying to help? Do you realise that was a sealed crime scene? This could have just ruined Zack's case."

"Bec, I'm sorry, but-"

"No, goodbye, Sam," she says, hanging up. Dean and Y/N walk over to Sam, who looks disappointed.

"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked out. It's just-it'd be easier if-" Dean is cut off from Sam.

"If I were like you."

"Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing: This whole gig—it ain't without perks." Dean holds up a gun, and Sam takes it and puts it in the back of his jeans. They walk away.

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N are looking around with their flashlights and guns.

"I think we're close to its lair."

"Why do you say that?" Sam asks.

"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face." Sam turns and sees another pile of blood and skin on a nearby pipe.

"Oh, God!" He says it disgustedly. They look around the area and see a pile of clothes in a corner.

"It looks like it's lived here for a whole."

"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam turns and sees the shapeshifter, still in the form of the Asian man, standing behind Dean. "Dean!" He turns and gets punched by the shapeshifter. He falls to the ground, and the shapeshifter runs away. Y/N shoots after it a few times but misses. Sam moves onto Dean.

"Get the son of a bitch!" The three ran away, following the shapeshifter.

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HUGE Three Lilies Progress!

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Today’s issue goes over writing and previews of some backgrounds, as well as future expectations for the newsletter, the main development blog, and the individual devlogs on itch.io.

Writing: FIRST DRAFT 100% COMPLETED

After a long time coming, the first draft of Three Lilies has been completed.

What happens next is that I’m going to leave it alone for a week to give myself time away from it. Then, I get to return to it and start working on the second draft with fresh eyes. If need be I’ll do a third draft (and I will let that second draft sit as well before implementation just in case), but ideally I’m going to have that second draft be the final.

Now, I wanted to post a snippet from Countryside as a nice little picture, but Revue doesn’t give you the option to set the alt text for images (WHY?) and the caption with the description would come out long and awkward, so I’ll just…paste it in here.

nar "Huifang looks up at Anna through her eyelashes."

anna "N-Nevermind...!"

anna_t "Oh, shit, she's so close!"

anna_t "What am I supposed to do when you look at me like that, huh?!"

anna_t "Now that I've got such a good look at her, she seriously beats all those girls I hooked up with at the bar by a long shot!"

Art: Sprites Complete, Backgrounds Time

With the sprites now complete (I’ll show them eventually in character introduction tweets, it’ll be a surprise!), I am moving on to background art. Some assets are being remade so they can be bigger…and more accurate.

Now THIS is starting to look a little more like a forest on a subtropical island. Much better. (Compare: the old one, where I quickly textured thick lines and made bushes and called it a day because this was originally a jam game.)

Here’s a couple finished ones for the road:

Newsletter VS Itch Devlogs VS Main Blog

So, here’s the deal: all three of these things offer notifications by e-mail. If you were to, say, both follow milk+ visual on itch AND subscribe to this newsletter, posting the same information on them twice would just be redundant.

Here is how I plan to utilize these three channels of information, plus our social media.

Small updates will go on Twitter, and even smaller play-by-play updates typically go in the dedicated dev channel on the Discord.

When enough of these little updates have accumulated, I will compile them all into a Revue newsletter issue, thus making the milk+ visual tribune the place to subscribe to for update round-ups. I will also start reposting these newsletters onto our Tumblr for those that primarily follow us there.

After a couple of update round-ups, I will make the game devlogs the place to post game-specific update round-up compilations. That way, those who are only sticking to the devlog updates for information get a steady stream of information, but aren’t getting information so frequently it becomes irritating.

The main development blog will be used for major announcements, such as going gold, release date announcements, and so on. To emphasize their importance, the updates posted on that blog will also be pushed through the newsletter AND the relevant devlogs.

I know everyone has different preferences for how they’d like their updates delivered to them. So, if you’d like to keep up with milk+ visual stuff, here’s the breakdown again (with links!):

Join the Discord and turn on Twitter notifications for much more frequent bits and pieces. Both the Discord and the Twitter will always let you know when a new newsletter issue and a new blog post have been made.

Subscribe to the newsletter and keep following on Tumblr for regular progress round-ups, as well as anything even bigger.

Follow on Itch.io for the occasional news on what’s been going on.

Subscribe just to the development blog for when something big happens.

If you are interested in progress streams (which I plan on having another of soon!), they will be announced on the Twitter, Discord, and Tumblr, and you should also be notified of an upcoming stream if you subscribe to the YouTube channel and click the bell!

Thanks everyone for being so patient with me, especially after a couple years of trying and experimenting with this whole PR thing and just generally getting the hang of everything after Soundless’s surprising reception and real-life bumps. I think I’ve finally achieved a flow that works for me, knock on wood.

Let’s move forward into the future!

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