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cbrownjc · 3 months

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Hello :) I was wondering if we ever got confirmation about which books Rolin is interested in focusing this adaptation on? I know that they'll probably take elements from most (if not all) VC books, but if they're aiming at 7-8 seasons with some books taking multiple seasons to adapt, they're going to have to pick and choose which books to really dig into.

I was also thinking about production. I've seen people talk about how we'll need to wait another 1.5-2 years between seasons and I kinda doubt that? I feel like we'll start speeding things up and getting a new season every year, mostly because I just can't see them go for 12+ years of production on this show. Very few shows nowadays go more than 10 years, and if they really want to do 7-8 seasons I can't see how they'll manage that with 1.5 to 2 years in between each season. I understand they're in for the long haul with the Immortal Universe but...that's very long in the modern drama landscape.

Honestly I am mostly just hoping to get new seasons more frequently and also be able to see their full vision realized because the longer it goes on the higher the chance they'll run into issues like actor availability, leadership changes that could impact renewals, budget restrictions, etc. What do you think?

Hello!

Okay, first to answer the production question. Now, while many shows rarely go past 10 years wrt production of them, that is really dependent on their Season count. Game of Thrones, for example, only ran for 8 Seasons, and production only lasted 8 years as well.

The Walking Dead ran for 11 Seasons and was produced over 12 years.

AMC has said in the past (or, at least, Rolin Jones has said that AMC has said) that they wanted 10 Seasons for IWTV. RJ, however, has been consistent in saying he has an 8 Season plan.

So whether the show continues on for at least 2 more years after Rolin's 8 Season plan is up in the air right now and we should just focus on, at most, getting 8 Seasons, Which yes, I think will take over the course of 8-9 years to film.

Because I think starting with Season 3, the wait and production times will decrease over time. Remember, the strikes threw a bit of a wrench into things. But what also did regarding Season 2 was that it's clear that Rolin and the writing staff didn't start actually writing Season 2 until AMC had officially greenlit Season 2 back in September of 2022. That is why shooting for Season 2 couldn't start in the fall of 2022, there were no scripts broken, let alone written yet!

And then, once the scripts were done, they still had to start pre-production stuff, such as location scouting, figuring out which sets needed to be built, etc.

So shooting for Season 2 could only start shooting when it did because it was the earliest they could get all that done once they were given a renewal notice.

I think things are very different when it comes to Season 3 because I think, even if the show hadn't already been quietly renewed for Season 3 before it was officially announced, RJ and the other writers were already breaking and writing the scripts for Season 3 starting either just before or while Season 2 was airing. And so given that writing time, plus the fact that they probably don't have to do as much location scouting (since many of those locations were already found in Season 2) pre-production will likely take less time.

I think filming will begin in late October, meaning we'd get an October 2025 release date. Which I think will be the standard release window going forward with each new season and why the wait will be another long one again, but that will also give the production staff and actors breathing room after they are done filming a season before going into the next one.

So for that reason, I can see production of the show lasting 9-10 years, but that is because of the extra 1/2 year gaps between the filming and airing of Season 2 and the one I feel we are going to get for Season 3.

As well as the fact that I think when they get to Queen of the Damned, that will be a true split-season like the one Breaking Bad got for its final season. That show had Season 5, Part 1, and Season 5, Part 2. Because even though this past season was called "Season 2" externally, you can see by the episode numbers that internally, what this really was was "Season 1, Part 2."

Anyway, as to the books being adapted -- and not just having elements taken from them -- Rolin has said for sure we are getting IWTV (which we just finished), The Vampire Lestat (Season 3), Queen of the Damned (which is where he spoke about it being so epic and grand a story that they will probably have to split the season in order to tell it all) and Tale of the Body Theif (which he confirmed after Season 2 was finished that they were beginning to already set up for). He also mentioned at Comic-Con in 2022 that Prince Lestat would be adapted.

Also, while RJ talked about the book The Vampire Armand being important, he's never said it would get its own separate adaptation, which honestly makes sense. Because of the way that book is told, you can just interweave elements of it when you want to focus on Armand's backstory, or even just do a stand-alone episode here and there dedicated to parts of it. It really isn't the kind of book you do a full season on IMO.

So yeah. The books that we know for sure are getting their own, full adaptations per RJ so far are IWTV, TVL, QotD, TotBT, and PL.

I can see them throwing elements of books like Memnoch, TVA, and Blood and Gold into it all, but I don't know if they'll get their own full-season adaptations. As I said, I don't think TVA will. And I don't think B&G will either, as I see it just like TVA -- you adapt elements of it during a season, maybe even full sections of it for a flashback episode or so during a season, but it doesn't get its own full stand-alone season.

The same goes for Merrick, since they already did Louis' suicide attempt and Louis seems to be moving forward from his despair and grief regarding Claudia -- so that even if Lestat did fall into his post-Memnoch coma in the show, I'm not sure this Louis would attempt to end his life again over that loss. (Even more so after this Louis also got that letter from Lestat in the past, telling Louis to please live on in the event of his death.)

I have no idea if they are seriously going to ever do Blackwood Farm or Blood Canticle. Neither book has ever been mentioned, even in passing. Plus, they kind of depend on what and where Mayfair Witches is at or has going on at the time and well, that show . . . 😅

Oh! And they might be looking to adapt the whole Prince Lestat trilogy, but I don't remember if RJ has talked about adapting the whole trilogy -- meaning the entirety of each book -- or just the full first book and then elements from the other two. (Because I do think it's clear that, if anything, we'll get the Loustat ballroom dance from Blood Communion in the final season of the show).

So yeah, I think that this is what we're looking at for the next few years, book adaptation-wise.

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starlightazriel · 3 months

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Vanserras Girl

au, millers girl/acotar crossover (lucien)

a/n: just me messing around hehe don't judge me cus im blushing i maybe got a lil carried away

warnings: 18+ filthy smut (washing my sins away), dom lucien lowkey lol, squirting, cherry popping, unprotected sex, student/teacher, big age gap (18&40), time jumps, infidelity (affair), home wrecking, no happy ending,

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"Mr. Vanserra," he whirled at the voice, class didn't start for an hour. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing at the young woman standing before him, her books and binders across her chest. His eyes couldn't help but flick down to her pouty lips. And she, she was looking at him, a hint of a smile behind her eyes.

"Class doesn't start for another hour," he clears his throat, his eye narrowing toward her, her lips parted slightly as she took in the sight of the older man, something thrummed deep within her, his eye, one of them was fake, it was a solid golden color and the other eye was the most beautiful and unique russet color she had ever seen. His hair was fiery, a few grey hairs spread throughout but mostly just a fiery red. He was one of the most unique, (dare she say, for the age gap and the wedding band on his finger,) most handsome rugged men she had ever seen. And his hands, those large hands, long fingers that she knew he once used to write epic tales of lust and sex. Her throat bobs as she composes herself.

"I know," she says coolly, noting the way that he seemed to have to force his eyes to her face, he just stared seeming a little stunned. "Ive heard about your lectures," she says, her tone almost bored sounding, she dropped her stuff onto the desk that was front and center, "and I've read your work," she leaves her stuff walking up to the desk until it was the only thing still separating them. He knew full well how absolutely smutty the books he had written were, heat seemed to shoot through him at the thought of this young girl laying in her bed, feet kicked up, cheeks flushed as she read the absolute filth he had produced in his early days of writing. A tinge of shame hit the pit of his stomach as he remembered this young woman was young enough to be his daughter. He didn't like this, he didn't like the way that the air seemed to be hot and thick between them, he didn't like that she seemed to have control over the situation. "I wanted to introduce myself, your star student of the semester, Cairo Sweet," she extends her hand out for a shake, his eyebrow was still quirked, he forced away a laugh at the sheer poetry of even her name. Cairo Sweet.

He extends his hand, noting the way her lips part slightly when their hands touched, his wedding band seemed to burn on his finger. "You've read my work?" he asks as he pulls his hand from hers a hint of doubt in his words, brows slightly risen.

"Red is my favorite, the rawness of it, the passion, the complete disregard for literary rules, I mean, its art," she says as if it was obvious, her eyes bore into him, her gaze intense, it seemed to stir something in him, something he hadn't felt for a long time. Red was the most filthy book he had written, dedicated to his wife Beatrice, about the passions they once had shared together, before they grew old and work got in the way. Lucien clears his throat, seeming to snap out of the daze.

"Flattery will not earn you an A in this class Miss Sweet," he says, matching her cool tone from earlier, she only smirks and shrugs, turning on her heel, he couldn't help but watch after her. "Come on Cairo," Winnie drawls from the door way, he knew her from last year, "lets go before they run outta chicken biscuits," she giggles softly, seeing her stuff by the entrance of the class room. Lucien nods to Winnie as a form of greeting she beams back at him before linking her arm with Cairos, who looks over her shoulder one last time, "See you later, Mr. Vanserra," she uses that same cool tone from earlier as Winnie drags her away, she eventually peels her eyes away.

When they are gone, the red book binding catches his eye, its buried in with her other things and a small smirk spreads across his lips as he advances toward her things. He hesitantly pulls the book out, his fingers gently stroking the binding, sure enough Red was printed over the front of the hard cover in gold lettering L. Vanserra, in smaller lettering at the bottom. He opened the book, noting that it was a library copy, and there was one name written on the borrow card, three times, Cairo Sweet. For my beloved Beatrice was printed on the first page, how in love they once had been, he shakes his head. "Fan girling over yourself again? Pining for those days as a young writer, when you did nothing but wet your willy and sit at a computer?" Luciens eyes lift to see Tamlin there, leaning against a desk, his coach clipboard tucked under an arm, two coffees in hand, one he handed to Lucien who had snapped the book shut now to take his coffee.

"This is a students, she took it out from the library," he shook his head in awe before tucking the book exactly where he had found it.

"Look at you Mr. V, maybe you still got a chance to go big,"

"Winnie, he's married," Cairo huffs out softly, taking the swig out of the bottle of wine they had stole from Winnies parent's wine cabinet. "My favorite book, is dedicated to his wife," they were in Winnies room, Cairo was on the floor, leaned up against the bed, her head rest against it and Winnie was laying across the bed, her head hanging down slightly near Cairos, long hair cascading down to the floor.

"We both see the way he looks at you Cairo," she giggles softly and rolls onto her stomach, reaching down for the bottle. "Mrs. Vanserra has to be tired, and old, and boring now, if she wasn't, he wouldn't look at you like he wanted to eat you up," Winnie curled a piece of Cairos hair around her finger, Cairo swatted her away.

"Its insane Winnie, its just a pointless crush, its going nowhere," it was true, it was a pointless crush, he was more than double her age, married, an accomplished writer (at least in her eyes), a teacher... She didn't think he could be any more out of reach for her. It didnt stop her from fantasizing about him though, it didnt stop her from reading his books late at night, rubbing and fingering her soaking wet virgin pussy as she imagined what it would feel like to have his hands on her, his mouth, his cock that he described in detail in the book that was dedicated to his wife. She would dry hump the couch cushion, placing the corner so it rubbed deliciously on her clit, and she would scream out into the empty manor her parents had left her in while they traveled across the country. Last night she had done this, it was becoming one of her favorite afterschool activities, her eyes would squeeze shut, she would twist and pull at her nipples, imagining how Mr. Vanserra would do it. Heat pooled between her legs at the thought, her cheeks burned.

"I don't know about you, Cairo, but when I lose my virginity..." Winnie trailed off, looking at Cairo now, biting her lip softly. "I want a man, not these baby-dick boys we are surrounded by, someone who can actually make me cum, someone like coach Tam," she says and giggles softly, Cairo blushes again, shaking her head. "Again, Ive seen the way Mr. V looks at you, he wants you and all those big brains in there, put in a little effort and I bet you can get him to Lovell hill, seduce him," she smirks and sits up on her bed, Cairo looks up at her and shakes her head.

"You're crazy Winnie," she laughs but her words were sticking. She couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Vanserra what it would feel like for him to take her. She couldn't do that could she? Have sex with a married man? Someone who was a teacher at that... It wasn't like her parents were around to give a fuck. It was also clear that Mr. Vanserra had taken a special interest in her, he would give her books on the side to read, granted they were nothing like the smut filled novels that he had written in his prime. One of them had been a romance, she had over thought that for days, and read it twice.

"Mr. Vanserra," she entered the class room at the end of the day, her brows drawing together slightly in confusion. He was rushing, packing all his things quickly. "I finished my midterm assignment," she says softly, seductively, Winnie had taught her that.

Lucien stops, turning to look at her, he swallows hard. The way she was dressed... His eye involuntarily roamed over her, it was Friday, and he wondered if she had plans. If she was dressed like that for a reason. Her black skirt was short, tight, complimented with a white tank top, nipples peaked and on display for anyone to see, her gorgeous black waves framing around her face in every direction. He cleared his throat, willing all of the blood not to rush between his legs and swell up his cock. "Cairo," he says softly, and her lips twitch, she's clutching a paper in her hand, his eye drifts to it and then back up at hers. "Thanks for dropping it by, you could have emailed it," he takes the paper, not even giving it a once over, he was in too much of a rush for that.

"Well, it's a little..." She trailed off, trying to catch his stare again. "Sensitive," she says slowly, he swallowed hard, his gaze flicking back up to hers, he wondered how sensitive she was.

"I-Cairo I've got to go," his throat felt dry, he noticed her face fall. "Sorry, I'm going out of town with my wife this weekend. It's a last minute thing, I'll get back to you as soon as I can," he lifts the paper up in his hand as if to gesture to it, "Have a good weekend Ms. Sweet," he nods, she folded her arms over her chest, looking disappointed. He didn't have time for it, this was the first trip that Beatrice and him were going on in years.

"Yup, you too," she muttered before she exiting the classroom, he noted her cheeks burning bright red, he watched after her for a second before shaking it off.

When Lucien arrived back at home, he expected Beatrice to be packed and ready to catch their flight. Instead he was greeted with a cigarette smoke filled room, Beatrice hammering away on her lap top as usual, not dressed, not packed... Hair pinned up and she was wearing her bathrobe as usual. She was on the phone, on a work call, as usual... He wasn't even able to ask or get a hello out before she was explaining.

"Sorry Lu, she can't do anything without me," she sips from her glass, of amber liquid. Fucking, useless, alcoholic bi- He stopped himself, cutting his own thoughts off.

"Really Bets?" He swallows hard, his hand tightening around the handle of his bag, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She looks up for only a split second.

"Gonna have to wait," she says, her eyes trained on the computer screen. He should have known. He should have expected this. His love for Beatrice had once been enough to write a novel about it. The two of them could barely even get along for a week now. He loved her, of course he did, she was his wife, but there was no passion left. They rarely had sex anymore, she hadn't sucked him off in over a year, they didn't go on dates, or have dinner together... Shit, they rarely spoke to each other.

"What else is new, really? You can forget it," his shoulders slumping as he takes a seat in the chair across from his wife and opening his own laptop up. He was seething, his ears feeling hot, jaw flexing. She stared back at him for a second before looking back to her own work, trying to focus on it.

"Well I can't work like this Lu," Beatrice stared across the long table at him, her eyes narrowing.

"Alright then," he rises to his feet quickly, collecting all of his things and tucking them under his arm. "Work alone then," her mouth fell open in surprise as she watched her husband leave, the door slamming behind him. Lucien settled into his desk in his private little work room shed outside, now... With the entire weekend... He figured he may as well look over Cairos midterm paper.

Lucien's mouth went dry at the header at the top of the paper.

'For Mr. L. Vanserra, Love Cairo Sweet'

His mouth popped open slightly, his heart beating faster as he continued down the page.

'Charlie watched him every day.

Mr. Leo Valentine. English teacher, accomplished author, sexiest man she had ever seen.

She watched the way he held a half broken chalk stick in his long tan fingers. Watched the way the muscles rippled underneath his thin white button ups. Watched the way his lips would curl into half a smirk when he would call on her in class and she would say something so smart it surprised him. Watched the way he looked at her, the way he would drink her in, his eyes swimming with lust and desire. Watched him want her just as much as she wanted him. Watched the way that his cock twitched against the fabric of his pants and he would shift nervously, trying to adjust himself without her noticing when they were alone in his classroom after school.'

Lucien coughed, nearly spitting out his coffee, his cheeks heated, his cock thrummed in his pants, he pictured her. He pictured Cairo. He swallowed hard, nerves settling at the realization that this was about them.

'Charlie needed him. She was sick of sitting back and watching him. Sick of the ache between her legs, the need for him that soaked through her panties every day. Sick of running home after school every day to finger fuck herself into oblivion on the sofa in her living room. Sick of not knowing what it felt like to have a man fuck her virgin cunt. She knew Mr. Valentine was the type of man to suck a woman's soul right out of her pussy, and she wanted him to know she wasn't just some little girl, that she was a woman who needed her soul sucked and her cherry popped.'

Lucien shivered, his fingers shook lightly as he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free, it slapped his clothed stomach, his thick long length reaching his belly button. He grunted quietly, wrapping his large hand around his thick throbbing cock.

'When the end of the school day came, she knew everyone would rush out the doors after a long week of torturous bore, it was Friday. So naturally, everyone wanted to go home, teachers included. She knew she had her chance, and she wore a dress that day. A little white dress, no panties, and as she walked to his classroom, she felt the juices of her virgin cunt running down and tickling the insides of her thighs, hot and wet. Charlie needed him.'

A bead of sweat formed on Lucien's brow, he pictured her, pictured Cairo. Her small frame, little perky tits, imagined what the color of her nipples would be, imagined her soaking wet, sitting there across from him in class at her desk that was so conveniently in front of his. His breathing was heavy, fingers shaking as he pumped them around his thick cock, leaking with precum, he wanted to fuck her so bad. He wanted her pussy in front of him immediately, he couldn't remember the last time he lusted for someone like this.

'She entered the classroom with ease, she wasnt nervous anymore, the need to feel him against her outweighed any rational thoughts or reservations she may have about what was about to happen. Mr. Valentine looked up, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, his lips parted, he needed her just as bad. She knew it, she could see it, she could feel it between them. That thick band of tension like a string between them connected to their most intimate parts. He stood straighter, his shoulders broadening as he looked down at her, watching her closely as she sat upon her desk and spread her legs wide open, revealing her dripping wet virgin cunt ready for him to claim-"

Lucien gasped, the paper crinkling slightly in his hand, the other furiously nursing his cock, his thick cum spilling over his hand and shirt.

He sat there for a moment, letting the shame of what he had just done set in for a moment, he couldn't stomach reading another line of her supposed midterm? He almost scoffed aloud. It was pure pornography. He rose to his feet, his shame suddenly turning to anger. He quickly cleaned himself, before folding the papers up and shoving them in his pocket. Determined, more than ever now to put an end to this girls fantasy once and for all. He bent over, still standing and logged into the school database, it didnt take long to find her address. Lovell Hill. He almost scoffed again, his jaw flexed, of all of the bullshit poetic places for her to live.

He planned to confront her parents, tell them that their daughter took school as nothing but a joke and that he would fail her if she couldn't fix her behavior. Obviously, he knew house calls from an English teacher weren't exactly appropriate but he wasnt thinking rationally at all. Besides, he was sure her parents wouldn't want this to get back to the principal anyway.

"Where are you going?" Beatrice asks in slurred speech as Lucien enters the back door in a hurry, heading for the bowl of keys they kept by the door.

"Work related incident," Lucien says, quickly checking his appearance in the mirror after he fished his set of car keys from the bowl.

"Is it? Or is it a star student related incident?" Luciens ears heat at her insinuation, his jaw flexing, but he doesn't turn around.

"Sober up Bets," is his only reply before leaving without giving her anything more than a slam of the front door.

The drive up the winding country roads is anything but relaxing or peaceful. Luciens palms were sweaty, Cairos midterm assignment felt like it was burning a hole through his pocket. His throat was dry, his head spinning with the words he had read and just got himself off to.

He took the path up to the manors front door, his feet felt heavier with each step. He swallowed once more taking the last steps up and using the knocker twice, sound seeming to echo around him.

"Mr. V?" She masks pure elation with surprise, her pouty lips parting as she looked up at him, he swallowed, forcing himself to keep his eye on hers. That was one thing that intrigued him, the way she could stare into his eyes, not perturbed by the golden one he wore. He could see her exposed skin, feel the air get hot and thick between them.

"Cairo," he says shortly in way of greeting. "Where are your parents? Id like to speak with them," he manages, her lips curl in a half smirk and she steps aside.

"Come in," she says so sweetly, her eyes drinking him in, every last bit of him. He felt his cock swell, his ears becoming hot.

"I think its best if you go get your parents and I stay right here," he responds, trying his best to keep his voice even, trying his best to pretend like he hadn't just been touching himself at the thought of her underneath him.

"Well then you'll be disappointed to learn they aren't here, they are off traveling somewhere, Dubai? I think, this month," she plays with her hair, he can't stop himself from following the movements, her breasts peeked out from the silky white slip she wore, his cock throbbed, ached against his pants. And her parents weren't here, alarm bells rung in his head, he knew he had to go.

"I can't accept your mid term, Im going to have to fail you if you don't rewrite it by next Friday," he blurted, noting the way she brushed her hard nipple when she tossed her hair behind her shoulder.

"That's bullshit," she smirks, sensing the hold she had on him, she leans against the door frame, popping her hip to expose more skin.

"Its pornography, its filthy disgusting smut and its not appropriate at all for school and you could be suspended for this and I don't know if I gave you the wrong idea or-"

"You want to fuck me," she interrupts him, staring back at him, so confident, so sure. He swallowed, his whole body feeling tight, his jaw flexed as he stared back at her, stunned into silence, fighting every male instinct in his body. "You want to fuck my virgin pussy, you want to see the way my tits bounce, watch your cock disappear in my little wet untouched pussy, see the way my untainted body reacts to your expertise..." She trails off, her breathing heavy, cheeks pink, eyes dipping down to the massive bulge in his pants. "That is unless everything you wrote in those books was bullshit," she breathes out, as if it was a challenge.

"Cairo," he warns, but hes already inching closer, as if there was really an invisible band pulling them together.

"Please, I've been fucking myself for months," she's begging now, that confident burn still in her eyes, Winnie promised, she promised it would work and now it was. He was here, and he was going to fuck her.

Lucien closes the distance, grabbing her chin in his strong fingers. "Youre a bad girl, aren't you?" all logic has left his mind, the wedding band forgotten, his teaching job, forgotten, he just needed her. He needed to fuck her. She whimpers in response, tilting her head, her body melting under his touch. He swallows hard, the pressure of his cock in his pants becoming unbearable but he needed to taste her. The front door was still wide open, the screen had slammed shut behind him but the last of the evening sun poked through, leaving a glow in the room. His eyes were dark as he stared down at her, months of pent up sexual tension like a thick cloud around them. "You'll do something for me first, since you wanted this so bad," his voice is a near growl as he sinks onto the sofa, discarding his shirt in the process, she gasps softly at the sight of him, her eyes were hazy with disbelief as she watches his long tan cock slap his stomach with a small thud with the weight of it.

"Yes Mr. Vanserra," she whispers, before she pulls the dress over her head, her slightly dark nipples in contrast with her milky white skin made his mouth water. He was dying to bite them, to hear her shriek with pain and pleasure.

"Your always talking, its time for you to learn how to do something else with that mouth," his voice was low and husky, the age lines by his eyes crinkling in the slightest as he smirked down at her. He guided her, held the back of her hair and pushed that pretty little mouth onto his cock, moaning a long sigh of relief at the warm wet feeling. "Good girl," he grunted softly, pushing her down and pulling her back up again, watching her gag on his large size, a few small tears escaping as she moaned around his cock. It felt so damn good, her little mouth barely being able to go over half of him, the sight was magnificent. It was almost too much for him, the thrill after not having done anything like this in so many years, he almost came right there in her mouth.

"Your turn," he roughly pulled her head from him, she moaned again, looking up at him with wide, lust clouded eyes. Lucien pulled her up from the floor, dropping to his knees when she had replaced his seat on the couch. He spread her legs wide and pulled her to the edge of the couch, her pussy matched the color of her nipples, it was glistening, dripping, so wet that it trailed down her cunt and gathered in the pucker of her ass. His mouth watered, he knew he would have to write every second of this down. Forbidden fruit waiting to be completely devoured. "Play with your nipples," he commands, his voice so gravelly it sent shockwaves through her bones. "Twist them, pull on them, don't stop until I say you stop," he breathed before curling his strong fingers around her ankles, spreading her legs so deliciously wide that her pussy throbbed, begging to be touched, to be licked and sucked, she moaned, obediently beginning to tug at her breasts, her hips squirming.

Lucien bent his head down, slowly blowing cool air onto her hot glistening sex, her ankles pinned to the couch, his grip not loosening in the slightest as her body jerked beneath him. "Stay still," he commands softly, shaking his head softly and blowing over her wet pussy again, she whimpers in response her sex throbbing with need.

"Please," she whimpers again, he moves closer, slowly dragging the tip of his tongue in a circle all around her pussy, everywhere except where she needed him most. He chuckled softly at her moans, her body shook with anticipation. He dipped his tongue down into the pucker of her ass next, lapping up the wetness that gathered there. She cried out as he slid his tongue up, flicking it again and again over the sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass. "Oh yes," she's nearly screaming now, the sound makes him moan, motivates him to give her even more pleasure.

He licks a long stripe between each of her folds, deliciously pointing the tip of his tongue, the taste of her had his head spinning, had him wanting to bury his face in her pussy and shake his head like a dog. Not yet, more teasing. She was reeling, her body trembling, she could barely continue playing with her nipples, but she wanted to obey him, so she willed herself to keep going, twisting them and pinching them between her fingers. Her orgasm threatened to release with every single touch of his mouth against her pussy, she was buzzing with pleasure, shaking with it. He opens his mouth, sucking her swollen lips into his mouth, sucking every last drop of her arousal off of them. She screamed, her hips bucking into him and he pulled away with a soft tsk, he didnt want her to cum just yet.

He flattened his tongue, licking over her sensitive swollen clit, she whimpered again, trying to press herself into him to get any more friction she could. "You want to cum?" he growled softly against her pussy, she only whimpered in response, her legs trembling. He placed his mouth on her clit sucking her into his mouth and shaking his head between her legs until she was squirting all over him, her screams of pleasure filling the empty house. "Good girl," he moaned before licking her softly as she came down from her release. He flipped her over then, propping her against the back of the couch and he slapped her ass, hard, leaving a red hand print there. "This is what you wanted?" he asks, his voice gravelly, her body jerks as he slaps her again, a small plea leaving her lips.

Lucien doesn't waste any more time, he grips her hip with one hand and guides his massive cock against her small tight opening. He groans lowly, slowly sliding in, inch by inch as he feels her soaking wet virgin cunt stretch around him. Cairo screams at the feeling of him filling her up, her toes curling as he slams his cock deep inside her again and again. Her head falls back against his shoulder as he moves her up and down again and again, her body shakes, the feeling of his cock rubbing her g-spot over and over again making her cum again. She pants, shakes against him, moaning again, squirming as he fills her pussy up with his cum and continues thrusting as they ride their orgasms out together.

She collapses against the couch, giggling and mumbling something about how he wasnt bullshitting.

Hes over her, his hand on the back of the couch, staring down at her as the realization of what hes done sinks in. He fucked a student. A student. He cheated on Beatrice. On his wife.

He swallows the lump forming in his throat, rushing to put his clothing on. She sits up now, pulling the throw blanket from the couch over her chest. "Lucien?" she asks, his eyes widen in surprise at the use of his first name, his eyes finding hers. He paled, the look on her face, the adoration in her eyes. What the fuck had he done? "Where are you going?" hes frozen, dressed now, staring down at her, standing a few feet from the couch.

"Mr. Vanserra," he corrected, confusion flashed in her face, then hurt, then anger. "Cairo, this can never happen again," he swallowed hard, her midterm paper still burned a hole in his pocket. "This will never happen again," he emphasized. "Im married, Im happily married, I am your teacher, I could lose my job for this- You don't understand.. This- This was a mistake I- I never should have came here-" he was rambling, the ramifications of the situation sinking in with each waking second.

"A mistake?" her voice cracked, her grip on the blanket tightening as she stared up at him. She had just lost her virginity. She had been so sure it was right, it had felt so right. Why wasnt he admitting that? "You know you feel something! You know there is something between us! I felt it! You felt it," her voice was uneven, tears threatened to spill. He swallowed, his jaw flexed. You are the adult. End this. Do not give in.

"Cairo," he said slowly, his throat bobbing again. "This is a fantasy, this is not real life, this is my fault. I'm the adult here and I- I take full responsibility for everything that happened and Im sorry- But this will not happen again, it ends here and-"

She didnt hear anything else after that, she watched blankly, numbly as he left. Didnt say another single word to him, watched him go, with his tail between his legs. Ashamed of what they had done, ashamed of her.

She blamed it on her naivety, her daddy issues, her sick fascination with forbidden love.

A novel, forbidden love, betrayal, heartbreak, the loss of innocence.

And she wouldn't feel bad when he lost his job, when his beloved Beatrice left him.

Mr. Valentine

C. Sweet

Red hard cover binding, gold lettering.

Inside cover, For my beloved, Lucien.

a/n: definitely hot in here, very quickly proof read

hehe i hope it was worth the wait @scorpioriesling @cynthiesjmxazrielslover

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turbulentscrawl · 7 months

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Happy Valentines!

A little thing for @athanasius-symposium-of-writings It's about time I return the favor and write something for you!! I'm sorry it's not longer, but I hope you like it all the same, friend!

The lights were dim. Remnants of your dinner were strewn about the coffee table, along with your half-empty wine glasses and the entirely empty wine bottle. Like-authored books lay strewn about the floor, laying open and dog-eared from excerpt readings. Bouquets of roses spotted the other available surfaces, and the distinct aroma of them mingled with the scent of spiced tobacco. The smoke of it still hung in the air, twisting tantalizing patterns all the way back to the man who held the pipe. The man whose knee your chin rested on, admiring from your seat on the soft rug.

Orpheus blew another stream of smoke into the air, idly ghosting his fingers along your hair line, almost petting. Your eyes met, and with the faintest of smirks his fingers shifted along your face, to your ear, and traced the sculpted shape of it.

“You look tired,” he mused. “Have the wine and reading made you drowsy?”

“Just relaxed,” you assured. “I’m plenty awake.” That was a bit of a lie. You were a bit tired—you were full, buzzed, and wooed, but you weren’t ready for the night to end. It was hard to get the undivided attention of a man like Orpheus for such a long period. You weren’t even sure how he’d managed to convince or bribe everyone in the manor to stay out of the smoke room tonight, but you wouldn’t dare complain. Your first proper Valentines in however many years into this eternity, and it was better than you could have ever hoped.

“Good. I have a few more things for us,” he said, and reached for the drawer of the table beside his leather chair. You watched him produce a decorative box, painted with textured oils. Edgar’s work, no doubt. He balanced it on his opposite knee, holding his pipe between his teeth, and flipped it open delicately. Arranged inside were six chocolate covered strawberries.

He looked them over with great consideration, plucked one from its paper with ungloved fingers, and then brought it delicately to your lips. His eyes held yours with an unspoken order for you to do the same, and so you opened your mouth a bit slowly from the treat while gazing into dark amber. A drop of red juice rolled down your chin and slipped into the white of his dress pants.

“Very good,” Orpheus whispered once you’d swallowed. Returning the favor, he bit from the strawberry as well, subtly licking at the marks left by your teeth in the red flesh, and then retuned the final bit of the fruit for you to finish. “Another?”

“Save them,” you said, licking your lips. The motion of your tongue was what finally broke his eyes from yours, if only for a split second. “We can make them last. What other ‘things’ do you have for us?” You had an idea already, and the way he smiled when you rubbed his shin further cemented it. A shiver slipped up your spine. He set the box of strawberries aside, then occupied his hand instead by capturing your jaw with a careful but firm vice.

Orpheus took one final drag from his pipe—looking all too angelic in the low light as he closes his eyes and breathes in fumes—and leaned forward to kiss your captive mouth. The sweet, spiced pipe smoke slipped through the little gaps of your melding lips, dancing tongues. It coiled up around your faces like a curtain, filled your nose, fogged your squinting peripheral vision. You managed to inhale a bit of it too, and the airy burn it left at the back of your throat, you decided, suited Orpheus’s intensity perfectly.

Any remaining thoughts scrambled after that; Orpheus slipped down from his chair, graceful as a swan, and joined you on the rug, where you could roll together in a sea of his words.

#idv x reader #identity v #orpheus x reader #idv orpheus #idv novelist #turbulentscrawl

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writergeekrhw · 1 year

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Can you tell us a bit about what the current climate is like for screenwriters in regards to the WGA strike?

ISSUES FOR WRITERS THAT ARE DRIVING THE WGA STRIKE:

I wrote about this when I ran for the WGA board, so this is mostly a cut and paste from my candidate statement. That said, some of the most pressing issues as I see them:

DECREASES IN WEEKLY PAY

Many TV writers are suffering financially due to shorter episodic orders. Twenty years ago, show orders were for 22, 24, or even 26 episodes per season. For producer level writers paid by the episode, this guaranteed a comfortable wage. Now season orders, especially on streaming, can be for as few as 6 episodes and are commonly for 8 or 10 episodes. Yet writers are still employed to work on these shows for months at a time. As a result of pro-rating episodic rates for a reduced number of episodes over a significant span of time, many mid-level writers now earn a fraction of the wages they would have gotten 10 or 20 years ago. In other words, per-episode pay rates have become outmoded and disadvantageous to writers.

STAFF WRITER SCIPT PAYMENTS

Little known fact: Staff Writers (the lowest ranking writers on a tv show) don't get paid extra for their scripts, which are charged against their overall pay. With shorter orders, Staff Writers often get hired for many less weeks, and sometimes they have to repeat Staff Writer multiple times before getting promoted. Staff Writers need to get paid script fees to shore up their salaries.

LOW STREAMING RESIDUALS

Streaming services currently pay much lower residuals than networks or traditional syndication, both on features and television episodes. This practice undermines the financial stability of writers and also reduces payments to our pension and health funds. When I started in this business, writing several episodes of a successful show, or writing a successful movie, guaranteed years of future income, helping plug the gaps between jobs. Streaming has greatly reduced this income source.

The Guild is fighting for significantly higher streaming residuals, to bring them closer to parity with traditional network reruns.

LACK OF PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE FOR NEW WRITERS

Twenty years ago, a lower level writer might work on several scripts a year, supervising and rewriting freelancers in addition to writing or co-writing episodes of their own. Today, lower levels on streaming shows are lucky to write a single script a season. Often this script is shared with a senior writer. As a result, these writers are missing out on valuable writing experience as they rise through the ranks.

Unfortunately, this lack of opportunity extends to all aspects of production. In streaming, lower level and mid-level writers are often no longer with the project by the time prep begins. This means they get no experience in vital aspects of production, including rewriting for production and working in post. As a result, up-and-coming writers are often underprepared when they reach upper levels or sell their own shows. Compound this with a rise in “director driven” streaming shows, and the power and authority of television writers is under significant threat.

The Guild made several proposals to ensure that the future generations of writers get the skills they need to thrive, steer their own creations, and continue our success as a union. The studios rejected them all.

PROLIFERATION OF FREE WORK

This has long been an issue for screenwriters, and it’s increasingly becoming a concern for television writers as well, especially in streaming. More and more, producers secure established intellectual property as source material, then engage in protracted audition processes during which dozens of writers are asked to pitch their takes on I.P. they do not control, often over the course of multiple meetings for months on end.

Even for the winner of a pitch sweepstakes, actual payment can be months or even years away, and it’s almost always contingent on a network sale or securing financing and distribution. Which requires more pitching and more unpaid work. In short, writers are spending enormous amounts of time developing pitches, often paying for visual materials out of their own pockets, all just to secure if/come deals, many of which never bear fruit.

Finally, writers that do win sweepstakes pitches are often only paid for a single draft, while having to execute multiple unpaid "producer drafts. This is driving down writer wages in features and development.

MINIROOMS

Over the past few years, the companies have institute a practice called "mini-rooms" wherein they hire a handful of writers to start working on a show before it's greenlit or picked up for another season. Mini-rooms only pay scale, meaning a pay cut for most writers, and they come with no guarantee of future employment. The WGA wants the studios to pay a higher rate for mini-rooms.

TEXT GENERATING PROGRAMS

Falsely labelled "A.I." Text-Generators like ChatGPT could become a fundamental threat to human writers. These programs are essentially plagiarism machines. They are programed on our writing, then chop it up and spew it back out in a kind of algorithm driven version of the proverbial infinite monkeys with typewriters. We need to restrict the use of Text Generators and to protect human writers.

Hope that helps! Please note I am not a WGA board member and am not part of the negotiations. These are the issues as I see them. Opinions expressed are solely my own.

#ask me anything #tv writing #ask me stuff #wga strong #support the wga #wgawest #wga strike

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hoppityhopster23 · 4 months

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Facts about Frederick VI that live rent free in my head (that I simply must share) ft. a super sleepy Hopster

One of my current interests is a Danish King by the name of Frederick VI. I'm currently really tired, but really wanting to post about him. so this wont be as organized as i normally do. i'll try to avoid making it a wall of words, but this is probably going to be a word vomit.

Family/Romantic Life

this guy was a pretty caring dad, and I love that for him. This man fathered. generally a great dad. dare I say the epitome of a good dad from the time. especially given his less-than-good start in life.

his romantic life was one hell of a ride. like- he had a long-time mistress (of like- 30 years) with whom he would have an affair. but, during the Congress of Vienna, he cheated on both his wife and his long-time mistress with another woman. his mistress, Rikke, then cheated on him. That led to ever more soap opera-like stuff happening.

Man not only had legitimate (2) and illegitimate (5?) kids but took on another nine kids. Well, some of them were adults at the time, but still. basically, when his brother-in-law (a duke) died, he and a friend of said duke became the legal guardians of said kiddos. and from the sounds of it, it wasn't just throwing money at them. he actually interacted with them to a certain extent.

to piggyback on no. 3, he had agreed with his sister-in-law that one of the boys, Christian, would go to Copenhagen and attend the land cadet academy. Christian would go to Copenhagen one year after the decision. he didn't live with the monarch but did spend a fair amount of time with them. it is said the king was fond of him. unbeknownst to all of them, Christian would turn out to be Christian IX, the father-in-law of Europe.

he was a parsimonious guy, at least when it came to himself. he would wear his clothing until they were worn out. only then did he get a new one? two of his desks, both his personal one and the one for his aide are simplistic, and so are his things in general. even his rolling chair- which is in Fredericksborg castle, is worn out looking. hell- what I'm pretty sure was his own bed was nothing but an Iron camp bed! granted, he only spent a few days a week in it, as he was staying with his mistress. or his wife.

regarding his mistresses, he took really good care of them. I'm only uncertain about one- which is the French one he had at some point, which did produce a daughter. For the other two, however, it's pretty clear. the one woman he met in Vienna, Caroline Seufert, was granted a large pension from him. his long-time mistress, Rikke Dannemand, was given an apartment near him, and enough money to live a bourgeoise life. That was a far cry from Rikke's former life in Nyboder. My only problem with this was the sheer age gap between them. with Rikke, there was a 22-year age gap. with Seufert, it was 29 years. both women were under twenty when all of this started.

Political

he tended to not threaten people's lives. there was a case where one of the members of the chancellery, Anders Sandø Ørsted, who was a prominent critic of Frederick, and would often write about such criticisms. instead of exiling, punishing, or hell- even executing the guy, he just gave him the choice of his job or his pen. Ørsted chose his job.

was a gruff man (likely due to his upbringing) but quite generous with his people. notably, some of the most realistic small gifts I've seen in assorted Danish museums were given by him. For example, there is a little golden snuff box sitting in the National Museum of Denmark that he had given to somebody as a reward. It is small, intricate, and made of gold. but most of all, it was usable.

His reaction to the July Revolution was good. the November after it, constitutions were made for Schleswig and the Kingdom of Denmark- but the absolute monarchy was still in place. on top of that, 4 Advisory assemblies were created. One for each major region of Denmark. this was a very primitive version of what was desired (and what would come not long after) as the king still appointed a number of the members, and only 3% of the population got the right to vote.

He tended to overwork himself. sometimes until he got sick (like during the Vienna congress). he died still working. he also had the belief that no matter was too small for the king. this meant that he stuck his nose into a lot of paperwork he didn't necessarily need to worry about. this tended to elongate the completion of paperwork, but it did make him more aware of what was going on in the country, so there was some benefit.

Other

he built one of the finest gardens I have ever strolled in in Copenhagen. If you are on any servers with me, there's a 99% chance you've seen the pictures.

It's obvious that his strongest gene was his hair. In every portrait I've seen of his children, they're blonde. like- super blonde.

The man was stubborn as hell, not wanting to change too much. this tended to rear its ugly head from time to time, but he wasn't too stubborn to not kind of acknowledge his mistakes.

that was a word vomit... I do apologize. but thats all my sleepy brain can think of. I'll likely have more when i wake up tomorrow. and if i actually find the time, I can go into more detail. I just need to check the copyrights on a few of the books i have.

#personal #historical #napoleonic wars #19th century #frederick vi

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queen-mabs-revenge · 1 year

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Why Peter Parker Was Not 15 When He Was Bit: A Treatise

This was originally a twitter thread but in an effort to save the one thing I actually care about having posted there from whatever the fuck is going on, here we go!

While early on there aren't any outright 100% indisputable references to Peter's age (i.e. himself or Aunt May just saying it outright on the page), from the very beginning of publishing, there have been enough references that give a firm grounding to Peter being a senior in high school throughout the first 28 issues of Amazing Spider-Man.

ASM 8 (Jan 1964)

Right off the bat in Amazing Spider-Man 8 (a tribute to teenagers xoxo you will always be famous) we get our first definitive mention that Peter and his classmates are in their senior year of high-school at the very least from this point on in the narrative.

ASM 14 (Jul 1964); ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

Peter himself states this 6 issues later trying to wheedle Aunt May into letting him go to Hollywood on assignment from JJJ to cover Spider-Man's cinematic debut in a film role offered to him by the Green Goblin (in his first comic appearance. When I say I love the Silver Age.) ASM Annual 1 confirms that the gang is in their senior year yet again.

This is already stupid long so the rest goes behind the cut!

This isn't something that's just dropped in the Silver Age and then forgotten. 26 years after those first mentions, Web of Spider-Man Annual 4 makes a call back to Amazing Spider-Man 3 and places that moment in Peter's senior year of high-school:

Left: WOS Annual 4 (Oct 1988); Right: ASM 3 (Jul 1963)

While on tour to promote the Bugle-produced book of his Spider-Man photography, WEBS, Peter states on a TV interview that a photo of his first encounter with Doc Ock was taken while he was a senior in high school.

"But Mabs," I hear you say, "so what if he's in his senior year in ASM! Even if that's true, that doesn't mean he was in his senior year in Amazing Fantasy 15, and that still doesn't establish an age! He's a super mega genius so like....he probably skipped grades, prodigy that he is! And there was a time gap btw AF15 and ASM1, right?"

Alright let's go through this. As mentioned earlier, yeah, references to Pete's age are very few and far between and are a bit wobbly but let's put them together. The first age ref we get is in ASM 16:

ASM 16 (Sep 1964)

Here our favorite public defender is "rescued" from a mugging by the webslinger. After Peter fucks off, Matt gives us the above rundown of Spidey's characteristics: about 17, 5'10" and in excellent health. So "about 17" which, granted, doesn't have to mean exactly 17 but since we've established that at this point Peter is def in senior year, based on NYS age matriculation dates, Matt's probably spot on.

New York State matriculates students based on the age they are on December 1st of a school year. A 1976 edition of school regulations lays out the process: "[a] child who attains the age of 5 by December 1 of the current school year must be admitted to the kindergarten if a district operates such a program". So this means that within the same kindergarten class, kids born from the beginning of the school year to November 30th would be turning 5, while kids born from December 1 through the end of the school year would turn 6 during the school year, and kids born over the summer would also turn 6 but wouldn't celebrate during the school year.

Following that, Sept through Nov babies would be 16-going-on-17 in the beginning of their senior year, Dec - June would be 17-going-on-18 during senior year, June - Aug would turn 18 after graduation.

Peter being 17 or 18 during the high-school run of ASM just makes sense and there's nothing in the writing up until this point to push against that! In fact, when you first start seeing the de-aging of Peter creep in, AF15 literally had to be changed to make a younger age fit!

AF 15 (Aug 1962)

ASM Annual 23 (Sep 1989)

The very first time we see 15 floated as an age when Peter becomes Spider-Man is in the Amazing Spider-Man annual 23 of 1989. The annual is trying to present itself as Peter scientifically studying his own origin story, so the direct parallels to AF15 make it really clear when it's retconning the original to make sense with the younger age.

The panel where ASMAnn23 states Peter is 15 is otherwise a near word-for-word quote of AF15. Then later, the cognate panel of Peter in science class changes AF15's "you're sure to rate a scholarship when you graduate" to "in a couple of years when you graduate, you're sure to rate a scholarship." (Gerry Conway back at it again). This is the first time there's ever a hint at his story not being centered around his senior year, and that was made explicit in this issue by changing the original dialogue in order to justify stating he was a 15 year old in this recollection of AF15!

This is also an argument against the 'skipped grades' premise. Conway could have easily just left the text of AF15 as it was which would hint that Peter was obviously very young for being a senior in high school, but instead he tried to push AF15 back in time to fit a usual high-school timeline for a 15 year old (who would be at the earliest a December baby in their freshman year and the latest a Sept-Nov baby in sophomore year, and would be 'a couple of years' away from graduating).

Plus, fr if you're gonna argue that he skipped grades, it's on you to prove that. There are literally zero references to that throughout 616 continuity so like, why tf should it be taken as given? Please.

Anyway. And so are sown the seeds for torturing the already stretched timeline to make Peter an uwu baby infant. They didn't take right away. References to age go away after this and only resurface in 1994 (as far as I could see), where we see him aged back up:

ASM 395 (Nov 1994)

'I can't believe I was only sixteen when that spider bit me' actually makes sense with all of ASM being established as fully in Peter's senior year, Matt gauging him at 'about 17' in ASM 14, the age matriculation cut off for NYS schools, and the timeframe established between AF15 and ASM Annual 1 from 1964:

ASM Annual 1 (Oct 1964)

ASM Annual 1 (which I mentioned earlier as yet another point establishing Peter as being in his senior year) also has this little timestamp. Peter is watching Aunt May mourn for Uncle Ben and mentions that Ben's death was 'months ago'. Granted, that's in no way specific but I feel like it establishes at least a rough timeframe for the intended time gap between AF15 and ASM -- and it's not years.

And to be honest, there's really only one space in the narrative that allows for a time gap at all (Stan is really attached to his 'a few minutes later!' 'later that day!' pacing let me tell you!)

AF 15 (Aug 1962) page 9, panel 1

While the narration box says 'In the days that follow' it seems like we can take that colloquially considering the stream of newspaper headlines. For all of that to take place, I feel like it's not a massive stretch to allow this panel at the very least a month or so, which gives a bit of breathing room between when Peter lets the burglar run away and when Uncle Ben is murdered. (Which if you think about it a delayed dropping of the other shoe actually makes it worse! So how about that!). But between this and ASMAnn1, I don't think you can argue for years taking place in this gap which would have to be the case for a 15-year-old bite timeframe.

So if Peter's bit his senior year, for him to be 16 when he's bit he has to be born between the beginning of the school year and November 30th (because school has to be in session when he's bit). Which fits with the official New York City 2012 declaration of his birthday being October 14:

If he's 16 when bit in his junior year (again, school has to be in sesh), you've got to decide when from December of his junior year to the end of the school year makes sense for him to be bit with the rest of the time markers and how long you're gonna give to the time skip in AF15 for it all to qualify as just 'months' up to ASMAnn1. Which definitely can be done, especially if you AF15 pages 1-8 near the end of his jr year, put the time skip over the summer between junior and senior year, and rest of pages 9-11 in his senior year. In some ways this option makes a bit more sense, to be honest!

The way I personally like to square it is to go with all of AF15 and ASM1-28 happening in Peter's senior year (which he reaches without skipping grades) interpreting the 'when you graduate' in the AF15 panel referring to the same school year. If he's 16, the bite happens sometime before his birthday which has to be before Nov. 30th and, sure, why not Oct 14 -- it fits. A month or so passes between when he gets bit and starts his show-biz stint, and when Ben gets murdered. That means the last 3 pages of AF15 (bar the first panel on pg 9) to ASM28 spans from some time in December of his senior year to the end of the school year.

(If you don't care if he was 16 or 17 when he was bit, AF15 - ASM28 can take place any time from the second half-ish of his junior year to the end of his senior year, you can decide how many 'months' the time skip is in AF15, pick his birthday out of a hat, and Matt's "about 17" could mean 18, too. Have a ball.)

But in any case whichever way you choose to spin it, this shit is dumb and wrong:

Civil War 2 (Aug 2006)

and especially deserves to be memory holed for the ridiculous de-aging of Peter Parker that has subsequently been pushed into popular memory and continues throughout current Marvel 'brand synergy'. Sad and bad!

#proportionate thoughts of a spider #spider-man #peter parker #this is so unnecessarily long lmao i probably should have just left it on twitter tbh #then i'm forcibly shut the fuck up #and like say what you want about jjj but man's not sending a 15 year old out to do crime scene photography #like i just don't think he's *that* unhinged #anyway i'm sure someone will find a logical flaw here but consider this #no you didn't #descriptions in alt text #yes all of them

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What’s your opinion on 07 Raph?

Buckle up for a long one, my dudes, I have FEELINGS about 2007.

07 Raph irritates me as much as 07 Leo does. Again, I feel like they nuke parts of his characters and just make him “the angry one”.

And look, the writers were obviously trying to highlight that Leo is feeling massive shame for not meeting whatever goal Splinter had set for him (put a pin in that thought, we’ll come right back to it), and Raph is feeling HUGE angry because he feels abandoned by his big brother. The family is feeling lost because it’s been out of balance for two years. And people who watch it and are big fans of the series can come to it and write fix it fics that fill in the gaps (taizi just wrote this beautiful piece for the @turtlestogetherzine that was recently release on their ao3 that makes me cry). But if you have never ever seen anything turtles before and this is your intro? I feel like people walk away thinking they’re total assholes. I dragged my now husband out on a date to go see it when it came out and he had to listen to me angry whisper “OH YOU HUGE ASSHOLE” when Leo tells Raph “Because I’m better than you.”

LIKE BITCH WHY ARE YOU BEING PETTY AF.

But, again, fan fiction writers have saved them and remind me that these are boys who have some significant trauma that is manifesting in ways that make them bearish and prickly and they still have cool ass things going on like I love Raph as the Nightwatcher and Leo saving innocences in South America? Swoon. I do want to point out some positives.

But let’s get back to that pin, shall we? Because I actually think most of this irritation can be traced back to Splinter. It’s wild to send Leo away, but hey, sure, training exercises can be good, but for a whole YEAR? With little direction? A teenage child who has spent his entire life together with his three brothers, his father, and later his human sister and brother off to solitude for a year? In a whole other country when he hasn’t even left New York for longer than a freaky space and time excursion and even then he was with his family? Then your son stops writing and your sad about it but that’s cool, he’s ok and just needs time? Nary a concern? Because I would be freaking out that my son why dead, but maybe that’s me overreacting.

Then he doesn’t do anything back at home with Raph, Don, and Mikey. He leaves them to their own devices, doesn’t seem to continue training, doesn’t intervene when there are obvious tensions and hurts building between his children. Then when Leo does come back he just shoves them together and says “you can’t go back to fighting until you figure out how to work as a team” but then doesn’t do anything to help that process either? Maybe I’m being unfair, but also we have 03 Splinter who would have had NONE of this shit and while he did send Leo away it was a last resort type thing and he sent him to therapy with his great grandfather. And he frigging hike from New York to Japan when his sons did go missing. And 07 had that material to refer to.

Again, I think the writers were trying to simplify a lot of things for a 90 minute movie and that is hard to do and I haven’t had to write and produce a major film but dammit, guys, why you gotta do my boys dirty like that?

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #2007 raph #2007 leo #raph tmnt #tmnt leo

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blues-valentine · 23 days

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I like the OBX4 teaser, so far looks better than OBX3 but do you think they’ll make Jiara break up? That’s one of my worries next season since I wasn’t satisfied with some things in the finale.

I thought the trailer for Season 3 looked great and the season was disappointing so I don’t have high expectations. However, it does seem like they listened to the critics and this season will be more pogue driven which was lacking last season with all the pogues on separated plots most of the season. It seems like it will have lots of friendship moments so I’m happy.

I know people are worried about Jiara because of the Season 3 finale (I didn’t like it either) and the off-set drama between the actors. I liked Jiara’s Season 3 plot. It made sense for JJ as a character to have a hard time accepting Kie’s feelings due to his upbringing and abuse so part of his plot for the season was allowing himself to be loved. And Kie being softer and fighting for it because in the past she used to force her feelings to not disappoint people or feel some sense of contentment that wasn’t there as it was her relationship with Pope and this time she was very sure that she wanted to pursue this with JJ and is in love. I explained both things last year when season 3 dropped.

I know there’s the “are they still together?” question because the Season 3 finale having a huge time jump and some ambiguity which makes things so confusing — but it seems Season 4 will fill in the gaps from those 18 months so maybe everything is way deeper than it is and people were just over thinking it. Will they make Jiara break up? For some short drama? Probably. Permanently? I don’t think so. Netflix and the writers/producers know is their most popular ship. The reason they were in the teaser over any other ship is because they are aware of it. If this was the season finale (and so far, it hasn’t been advertised as such) I’d say yes, there’s a possibility they’ll break them up because they won’t need the audience anymore but it’s kind of useless if the actors are doing their job, and based on the teaser, they are.

I know some of you also think JJ will die and all of that but it comes from literally nothing? I’d say enjoy the show and don’t let yourself go crazy over theories with not foundation and I feel some people over exaggerate the off-set drama because while it can affect the writing I believe they must know that being professional is the best for their careers and Madison has always been professional when it comes to promoting Jiara. They don’t need to be BFFs off-set to work on set. I know there’s something that will never be back with them because Jiara’s banter from early seasons was all on the actors but as long as the writing makes sense and they do the job. I don’t really care much.

#obx #obx season 4 #outer banks #outer banks season 4 #kie carrera #kiara carrera #jj maybank #kie obx #jj obx #jiara #text post #asks #jj x kiara

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The Strokes for Crossbeat, May 2011 - English Translated Interview

A Change Is Gonna Come: The Strokes

This band has 5 filters, and only the best filters will pass through. Maybe it's our ambition to always be perfect that drives us. The five different perspectives brought by each member have culminated in a new The Strokes!! The latest work "Angles" in 5 years with increased diversity, its production background and their current situation Interview ◎ Hitoshi Sugiyama Translation ● Satoshi Katsuta

After the release of their third album, "First Impressions of Earth" in 2006, which was the heaviest album in the band's history, The Strokes were thought to have completely stopped their activities and each member focused on their solo work. However, according to Nick Valensi (G), who answered the interview this time, the truth is that the band had started working on new albums several times during that time, but they had not achieved sufficient results. It is true that Julian Casablancas (Vo) had begun to express his stress about writing songs as a band, and there may have been a big gap at that point between the musical egos of each member that had grown with their careers and the sound that was required of The Strokes. However, time passed and the gears were meshing again. Their latest album, "Angles," which will be released on March 23rd, is their first in five years, and it is a fresh and ambitious work that suggests that this is the beginning of a new Strokes.

This time, Joe Chiccarelli, an engineer who worked with the White Stripes and The Shins, was brought in as producer for several songs, and full-scale work began at Avatar Studios in New York. With each member sharing ideas from the songwriting stage more than ever before, the proportion of new and developed songs has increased dramatically, such as the opening "Machu Picchu," which brings a fresh surprise with its reggae-like rhythm. “Two Kinds of Happiness” goes from urban new wave reminiscent of The Cars at their peak to straightforward rock and roll, with what you could call the third development being the heavy "Metabolism," and simple rock and roll such as "Under Cover of Darkness" and "Taken for a Fool," which were released in advance, adds an accent. The last song is "Life is Simple in the Moonlight," which closes the album with a slightly lingering aftertaste. This is the new Strokes, a new form of ensemble. With each work, the angles of the five members, which spread further and further out, once again intertwine in a complex way and land in one place. The subtractive rock and roll, which had a perfect form no matter where you cut it, has evolved over time into a diverse rock and roll that incorporates various musical elements.

Perhaps those who expect their early musicality will be surprised at first. However, if you read their comments, you will understand how meaningful this work was for them. Coincidentally, in 2011, the White Stripes, who competed with them as the two biggest bands of the 2000s, announced their disbandment. However, these five members are still looking to the future.

I think everyone became more confident in their songwriting abilities. No one hesitated to present their ideas during the songwriting stage.

──Thank you for taking the time to do this interview. "Not at all. (In Japanese) Konnichiwa! Itadakimasu! (laughs). These are the only two words I know in Japanese, but it's fine because I won't have any trouble at a sushi restaurant! (laughs)"

──Hahaha (laughs). I listened to "Angles," and it's an ambitious work that makes the most of each member's individuality more than ever before, while also retaining the Strokes' unique style. "Yeah, I'm so excited that the new album is finished. I'm so happy to be back together as a band. That break felt so long. (sighs). When we made the first three albums it was really crazy. Everything was developing so fast. After that we took this long break, so now that we're back it feels like... the start of the second chapter. I'm so excited."

──First of all, I want to ask you about your long break. Solo albums were released by the other members of the band. What did you think about that? “Did I like them or not?”

──No, can you tell me how you felt about everyone leaving the band for a while and starting their own solo careers? "Well, I'll be honest with you. I was a little frustrated because I wanted to keep doing only The Strokes from the beginning (laughs). But the others were like, 'No, wait a minute. We want to try something different,' and they did this and that. I didn't understand that feeling, and I still don't understand it. But looking back, maybe their solo activities were necessary for the band. I think that doing solo activities made each of them feel moved again by working as The Strokes, and they realized how special it is to be part of a band."

──In terms of the actual production, have you noticed any changes from each member? "I think everyone has become more confident in their own songwriting abilities. We've changed our sound with every album, and I don't feel like our sound has changed drastically, so I can't say that there's a specific part that reflects that. In other words, the musical elements and sources of influence are the same as before, but this time, no one hesitated to present their ideas at the songwriting stage. That was a big difference."

──You started working on a full-scale album with Joe Chicarelli at a studio in New York. What was the specific trigger? "Actually, even during the time we weren't active, I was frequently telling everyone, "Let’s record." At that time, we had already written a lot of songs, and I wasn't interested in side projects, I wanted to write songs as The Strokes. So I was always pushing everyone to "get in the studio." In fact, we all got together in the studio a few times to record, but it just didn't seem to work. At that time, the other members' activities were prioritizing their solo work, so we stopped in the middle of the studio, started again, and repeated this process twice. Then, finally, the time came to make a new album. All the elements were in place for a new album, and everyone felt like doing it. Yes, there's no other way to explain it. All the conditions were met.

“Looking back, I think it was the right timing to make this. We've been really lucky. We've always appeared on the scene and released our works at the right time. When our first album came out it was great because we appeared at a time when other rock music was... terrible. We took a break after releasing our second album, but that was also great. And now that we're coming back on the scene, I think the timing couldn't be better. If we'd released this new album four years ago, people wouldn't have been as excited as they are now. It's not calculated, but somehow it works out (laughs)."

I'm so happy to be in The Strokes and I'm having so much fun writing songs with them. I'm so excited about this moment.

──By the way, how did the actual work on the album go? "Before we started recording, we gathered in the rehearsal room for about 5-6 months and exchanged various ideas. It was a lot of fun. I've been writing songs for the past few years, making demos and emailing them to the other members, so the other guys already knew what I was thinking. Then, when we gathered in the rehearsal room with those songs, the other members also came up with a lot of ideas. One person would write an intro, and the other members would write the chorus that matched it. At the same time, the guitar solo would be completed, and we would all put together the various things we had created like a puzzle — that was the process this time."

──Now that I think about it, since your debut album "Is This It," which was composed almost entirely by Julian, your contributions to the songwriting have visibly increased with each album. "That's right. And this time, the songs/parts were created through collaboration among all of us more than ever before. We all wrote the songs together, and everyone contributed ideas. It felt great. It's been a while since we've been able to work like that. It was really exciting to move forward in a new way.

“But there were also some difficult aspects. When you collaborate closely, even if you have a vision for a song or an image for a certain part, other members may have different opinions or try to shape it in a different way. As a musician, you want to stick to your own ideas even if the other members' ideas are better. So we all had to learn to compromise."

──Ah, I see (laughs).

"We wrote songs like that for five or six months, then took some time off to let the songs mature. We had about 18 or 20 songs at that point. Then, when we finally got around to recording, Julian wasn't in the studio because he was on a solo tour. So we said, 'We won't all be there, but let's start with just the four of us.' It was a bit strange (laughs), and a new endeavor. In a way, I think Julian was happy that he wasn't there. At the beginning of production... it seemed like he didn't want to be too involved in the studio work."

──What does that mean? "He has a habit of giving his opinion on every detail, so it seems like he wanted to get away from that. But this method was really, really good. First, we went to a big studio (Avatar Studios) in New York City. It's a pretty expensive place! (laughs). We recorded 13 songs there. But after that, we all talked about it and listened to the songs again, and we decided, 'We're not 100% satisfied with this.' We continued recording at Albert's (Hammond Jr.: G) house. He has a house in the suburbs of New York, so we re-recorded a lot of the songs there. Some of the songs were completely rewritten, and some of the arrangements were changed significantly at that point. Here, the songs changed again. Albert's house was in the woods, so it was a completely different environment to work in, which was also an interesting experience. All the albums we'd made up until then had been recorded in the middle of Manhattan. Working with just the five of us in the middle of nowhere felt like a completely different world. I think that through that, we became closer than we were before."

──As a result of everyone's ideas being reflected, the songs on this album are more varied than ever before. There are songs that sound like The Cars, some that sound like reggae, and some that sound like Thin Lizzy, which honestly surprised me. "A lot of different ideas came up during the production of this album, and some members wanted to write funky songs, while others wanted to write hard and heavy songs. Some members wrote songs influenced by the 70s, others that sounded like the 80s. On the other hand, some members wrote futuristic and weird songs. So I personally think it's the most diverse album I've ever released. Every song has a different vibe, right? That's because all the members wrote the songs."

──Does the title "Angles" also have the meaning that "this is a work that brings together the different perspectives (=angles) of five people" during this process? "I personally like this title because I felt that all the album titles up to now were long. Following the debut album "Is This It", the second album "Room on Fire", and the third album "First Impressions of Earth", this album has only one word. I thought it was cool and different from the previous ones. In one article, Albert explained, "The new work was born from all angles. That's why we chose this title," and I thought that was a good reason too!"

──(laughs) Since you guys first appeared on the scene as the main players in the rock and roll revival, you have changed your musical style in complex ways without being confined to that framework. What do you think you have achieved with this new album? "I don't know what we have achieved musically, but I think we made this album with survival in mind. To work as a band again (laughs). We were able to make this album because we got together again, and we want to make the next album too. This is not just our latest work, but also a stepping stone to the next one. Because of this album, we can make the next one, and the one after that — that's how I feel. In fact, there are still many songs left that were not included on this album. I have continued to write songs since then, and Julian has also been writing. There is a lot of good material. So I can't wait to make the next one. It's been 10 years since our debut, but I still have a lot to say through music."

──However, many changes have occurred among your rivals, such as the breakup of The White Stripes, with whom you have worked hard together for the past 10 years. What do you think about this? "I like The White Stripes, so I'm sad that they broke up. But I understand. I think Jack (White) was frustrated that everything he was involved in was labeled a 'side project.' But now that The Stripes have broken up, I think everyone will understand that everything Jack does is important to him. 'Everything he does is something he puts his heart and soul into.' When something 'dies,' people start to look at it with kinder eyes. They were two people who created something great, so it’s better than letting it go on for too long and ruining it.”

──So why do you think the Strokes continue to release albums and keep evolving even as the scene changes like this? "(Laughs) I don't know. It's a good question, but unfortunately I don't have the answer. When the five of us get together, we put in a lot of effort to 'make the best thing we can.' It's like there are five different filters in this band, and they only let the best through. We have high standards, and we give each other harsh criticism in order to achieve them. So... I guess it's our ambition to always be a perfect band that drives us."

──What is the happiest or most memorable event in The Strokes' past 10 years? "There are so many, so it's always changing. But I can definitely say that right now is the happiest moment because I'm so excited. We have a new album coming out, and we're doing a lot of things with it this summer. 10 years ago, the happiest moment was performing on stage as a headliner in the UK, but now I'm really looking forward to performing at that huge festival in Japan (Summer Sonic). We're also going to be performing on a really cool TV show in the US. I'm really excited to be working with this band again. I'm really happy to be a part of The Strokes, and I'm having so much fun writing songs with them. I'm really excited about this moment right now."

A summary of the band members' true selves and their diverse solo works

Text: Jin Sugiyama

Julian CasablancasBorn August 23, 1978. Real name Julian Fernando Casablancas. As the frontman and songwriter, he wrote almost all of the songs on the band's debut album "Is This It". Since the release of their previous album, he has released his latest album “Phrazes For The Young” (pictured). His music is a mix of various elements such as new wave, 80s-style electropop, folk/country, and straightforward rage rock'n'roll, and in a sense it is the template for the band's new work. His all-time favorite song is Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come".

Nick ValensiBorn January 16, 1981. Real name Nicholas Valensi. Nick, who plays guitar with Albert Hammond Jr. and is at the heart of the Strokes sound, is a fan of the Velvet Underground and The Cars. His inclinations must have had a major influence on the direction of the new wave-influenced new album, and Nick's guitar solos are more prominent than ever in this album. During his break, he participated in the songwriting for British singer Sia's "We Are Born" (pictured) in 2010. He is also the only member who did not release an album as a side project.

Albert Hammond Jr.Born April 9, 1980. His father is singer-songwriter Albert Hammond. He met Julian when he was 13 years old at a school in Switzerland they both attended. He has a deep knowledge of singer-songwriters such as the Beach Boys and Buddy Holly as well as Matthew Sweet. After releasing the band's third album, he produced two solo albums. Both were orthodox song albums that placed emphasis on composition. His latest work is "¿Como Te Llama?" (photo). He plays rhythm guitar in the band, and supports the solid Strokes sound alongside Nick.

Nikolai FraitureBorn November 13, 1978. He has been friends with Julian since they were young. He is the bassist and has the most gentle temperament in the band, and enjoys Neil Young and Leonard Cohen. However, his melodic bass lines, which make use of high notes and intertwine with the guitar and vocals like a chorus, are one of the major characteristics of the Strokes. During his break, he released his solo album "The Time of the Assassin" under the name Nickel Eye. (Photo) Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Nick Zinner, Regina Spektor and other New York musicians from the 00s participated in the album.

Fabrizio MorettiBorn in Brazil on June 2, 1980. He moved to New York with his family at the age of four, where he met Nick and Julian at school. He plays drums in the band, but also sings and plays guitar in his solo projects, making him a flexible musician. During his break, he released his self-titled debut album (pictured) as Little Joy with Rodrigo Amarante of Los Hermanos and his girlfriend Binki Shapiro, and received high praise for his compositions. He is also known for his interactions with Devendra Banhart, with whom he formed another project, Megapuss.

A review of the 10 years of the Strokes, who led rock in the 2000s

The Strokes' debut album was the prototype for the rock and roll revival that swept the 2000s. The tight-sounding drums, the ascetic bass that didn't swing, and the two guitars that were devoid of any unnecessary effects, created a primitive sound of just bones and muscles that reminded people of the excitement of primordial rock and roll once again. The second album, which followed, was a work in which they began to experiment with various sounds, while sticking to a guitar band style that did not use synths or programmed sounds. It was quite strange and interesting, with the guitar deliberately imitating synth sounds and playing reggae-style songs with a sparse bass.

While the first two albums were compact, lasting just over 30 minutes, the third album, which is over 50 minutes long, is probably the heaviest and longest work in the band's history. While keeping with the flow of the previous two albums, the sound, which also incorporates grunge and heavy metal, is simply strange and oppressive. And the latest album, "Angles," is unusual music that is the ultimate experimentation of the Strokes. Each song changes its expression many times within a single song, and from grunge to reggae and 80s pop, it appears one after another from surprising angles in a hot pot state. There is a strong determination to never follow anyone else and not play predictable music. For better or worse, there is too much information, but strangely, the sense of stagnation and oppression is not as prominent as in the previous two albums, and it is nice to see the airiness coming back.

Yoshiharu Kobayashi

#bands #the strokes #nick valensi #angles era #interviews #my translations #crossbeat #finally got off my ass and translated this. just for the part where nick says recording in albert's house made them get closer :) yay #altho i can never really tell whether that was before or after albert's rehab #i'll figure that out..later

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Forbidden (part 2)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When Stephen finds out that Y/n is performing at a certain nightclub he decides to go and see her which ends up being the best thing he could have done that night.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and person being drugged, but basically just fluffy.

Word Count: 4,4k

A/N: Guys, sorry for taking so long to post this chapter, but I'm sure it will be worth the wait.

You were trying to concentrate on your studies, but your mind kept wandering to anything other than the authors you needed to read in order to write your dissertation. If your lack of inspiration wasn't enough, you still had to deal with the fact that even after a month you still hadn't received any responses about your PhD course and your final year of college was about to start.

You sighed frustrated leaning over the book you were trying to read without success and faced the city of New York through the window. The day was cloudy and a thin, insistent rain persisted throughout the morning. You closed your eyes surrendering to boredom and mental fatigue and when you realized there he was, glorious in his blue robes and red cloak smiling that sideways smile.

Since the day of the party you haven't seen him again and it had been nearly two weeks. You were resisting the idea of calling America and coming up with a reason to go there, but even for a teenager that would seem weird and besides, what good would it do? You didn't want to see him from a distance, you didn't want to just exchange a few words with him, you wanted everything and although you felt that there was tension between you, all that flirting seemed so fruitless and frustrating.

You understood that there was a huge age gap between you and the fact that he met you when you were 15 and then bleeped for 5 years didn't help much. You've aged and matured, but he still seems to see you as a teenager and maybe that's all you'll ever be for him, after all you've spent the last year trying to get him to notice you, but the attention you get never seems genuine enough.

Nat said you should forget about him and try looking for someone your own age, you knew Mike had a crush on you and at 25 he was a more reasonable option than the sorcerer doctor from Bleecker Street. Yet how could you even try? There was no comparison, neither Mike nor any other man would ever match Stephen Strange and he was everywhere, invading your mind at the most inopportune moments.

The best thing to do would be to try to forget him and get over that absurd crush, but how do you abandon hope after he called you sweetheart and kissed you goodnight?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" You said sitting up straight and going back to pretending you were reading.

Tony poked his head inside "Too busy? I can come back later." You shook your head smiling at him "No, come in. I can't study today" You pouted.

He came in and sat at the foot of your bed. You turned to look at him.

"Still no response from NYU? You know I could call them..."

You sighed "I know, but for once I wanted to get something for myself"

He nodded making an exaggerated face "By the way, I got you a meeting with a record company"

You shook your head "Ah Tony, this is not how I wanted things to happen!"

He held up his hands in surrender "I didn't do anything, I swear. The producers who were here got impressed with your music, that's it. Besides, it's just a conversation."

"And who brought the producers here?" You accused. You weren't really mad at him, you were just frustrated because deep down you knew this was going to happen and it wasn't even a bad thing. You shouldn't be complaining at all.

"The meeting will be on Monday, I suggested that Pepper go with you if you agree of course."

You nodded "Thank you" He tapped the mattress calling you to sit next to him and you obeyed, he put his arm around your shoulders and pressed you against his chest resting his chin on your head "You know I want the best for you. I know your father would kick my ass if I didn't take care of you right."

You chuckled "I'm not a kid, Tony." He shrugged "It doesn't change anything for me, I'll still keep taking care of you"

You nodded in silence and he didn't say anything either. You enjoyed spending time with Tony, it was rare because he was always so busy, but when you could you enjoyed the moment. There was no discomfort in the silence, you didn't need to fill it with any futility just so the situation wouldn't be awkward. You were happy with each other's presence.

"I'm going out on a mission tonight and I don't think I'll be back before the start of the week, I want to make sure you're okay before I go."

You looked up in surprise "Is Strange coming with you?" You regretted asking the question the moment the words came out of your mouth. "I mean... I always worry when he's involved because I know the situation is more serious or you wouldn't need a sorcerer's help."

He nodded "Fortunately it's nothing Rhodes and I can't handle on our own, no need to worry."

You agreed "I'll be fine, you don't have to worry. Just promise me you'll be careful, I can't lose you too"

He nodded "You won't lose me, ever. I'll always be here for you."

He patted you on the shoulder and got up "Now enough of that. Happy told me you have a show tonight at a weird night club, his words not mine, and I asked him to come with you, just to put my mind at ease."

You looked at him in surprise and didn't even try to hide your irritation "Tony I don't need a babysitter" He crossed his arms passing a hand over his face "Do this for me, I'll be more relaxed if you let Happy go with you"

You reluctantly agreed and watched him leave. Your cell phone vibrated with messages from America and you smiled to yourself.

…

America entered the Sanctum through the portal along with Wong and Stephen and threw herself on the sofa in the main room. She kicked off her sneakers and lay down, crossing her legs and answering her cell phone messages.

"Need I remind you that you have homework to finish?" Stephen asked as he walked past her and up the stairs with the typical bad mood of when he was tired. She shrugged "No need but you just did."

He didn't answer and she heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs.

Wong approached, picking up her sneakers and placing them beside the sofa and then extended his hand demanding that she hand over her cell phone.

"Ten more minutes please, I'm just answering my friends messages." Wong sighed "Ten minutes and then go finish the homework" She grimaced "I can't finish my philosophy homework right now, its very complex, I don’t know what to do."

Wong put his hand on his hip like he did when he was thinking "Why don't you ask y/n for help?" America smiled pointing the phone "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Procrastinating" Came Stephen's authoritative voice, he was coming down the stairs carrying a pile of books "She's perfectly capable of finishing it by herself, she's just procrastinating."

America stuck her tongue out at him and continued typing quickly on her cell phone and then celebrated when she got a quick reply "Y/n promised she'll help me, but she can't come today. She said she'll come tomorrow."

Wong nodded "Fine, then you finish the others and save this one for tomorrow." He left the room and Stephen placed the books he was carrying carefully on the book shelf. "Did she say why she can't come today?" He asked and America shrugged "Looks like she has a show tonight and is also studying for her college dissertation." Stephen hummed turning his attention to the books.

…

Stephen spent the whole day mentally discussing the pros and cons of going to the night club y/n was performing at. It wasn't the kind of place he would frequent, to be quite honest Stephen didn't frequent anywhere, his life in the last few years had been reduced to work on the Kamar Taj and the Sanctum and a few sporadic missions with the Avengers. However, the idea of seeing her again was always something that excited him.

He could wait and see her at the Sanctum the next day since she'd promised America she'd help her with her homework, but a part of him yearned to see her away from there, away from Wong's watchful eyes, to enjoy her presence for a few minutes as if it wasn't wrong or forbidden what he knew it was.

He still clearly remembered when she had America's age and then he turned to dust for 5 years and when he came back she was a woman. He knew she had a crush on him but that was the problem, he could never tell if she really liked him or if it was just innocent flirting. The only thing he was sure of was that there was nothing innocent about the way he looked and thought of her and he felt extremely guilty about all the lewd things that crossed his mind at the most inopportune moments. If only she weren't practically Tony Stark's daughter! No, still. He was twice her age, more than that, for God's sake, what was he thinking? He could be her father!

He sighed heavily as he stared at the change of clothes he'd placed on the bed and before he could change his mind he snapped his fingers and the clothes materialized on his body: a pair of dark jeans, a gray shirt and a suit jacket of a darker shade of gray. He had shaved and trimmed his goatee and his hair was combed neatly to one side. He took one last look in the mirror and Cloaky flew towards him ready to cling on his shoulders.

"Not tonight, buddy" He held it in his hand and shook it once making it shrink in size and then he folded it like a pocket handkerchief and put it in his inside pocket.

He intended to slip through the door unnoticed, but America and Wong were sprawled out on the couch sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching some stupid horror movie. "Where are you going?" America asked curiously turning to face him.

He stopped at the foot of the stair "Out"

She looked at him with elevator eyes "You're going on a date"

Wong just chuckled and Stephen felt slightly offended but decided anything he said would only compromise him further "Don't wait for me"

…

You were getting ready for your show under Happy's watchful eyes which was making not only you but all your friends uncomfortable.

"Does he really need to stand there staring at us like that?" Susanne, your drummer and also co-founder of the band, asked.

"It's a little scary" complained Mike and you sighed. "I'll talk to him."

You finished your makeup and walked over to Happy who had been standing with his arms crossed immobile for over an hour. "Happy you're scaring my friends" He raised an eyebrow "I'm doing my job."

You sighed "Why don't you take a walk and see if everything is okay out there? It's time to clear the entrance and you can take the opportunity to take a good look at the people who are arriving. You have a great eye for analyzing people ."

He looked undecided. "Mr. Stark asked me not to take my eyes off you." You put your hands on your hips, controlling yourself so as not to lose your temper "He's assigned you to work for me tonight and I need you to go outside and do what I asked." He hesitated a bit, but he did as you said.

Mike, who was lying on the sofa in the small room where you were getting ready strumming the guitar, whistled teasingly "You look beautiful when you get all bossy like that, did you know?"

You rolled your eyes and Susanne laughed "Give up dude."

…

When Stephen approached the entrance of the night club, he noticed a line of people waiting for the gates to open and decided to stay away to avoid being recognized. Inside in the darker environment with flashing lights it was easier for him to go unnoticed. However, it didn't take long for him to see Tony Stark's head of security, Happy Logan standing in front of the gate watching every person who entered. On one hand he was relieved to know that Stark had bothered to send someone to take care of you, on the other hand it was a huge problem because all he didn't want was Stark to find out that he went to a night club clearly to see you.

He seriously thought about turning around and walking away, but knowing you were there so close to him was too much of a temptation for him to give up now. He made a gesture with his fingers using magic to hide his identity. It was a simple spell really and one he used far too often even though he hated to admit it. The spell distorted his appearance enough that no one recognized him and was only detectable by another magic user.

When he finally entered the club, the halls were already crowded with people with colored hair, tattoos and piercings dressed in leather clothes, buckles and spikes. He particularly liked the nostalgic vibe of the music they played, a mix of post punk and 80's new wave fronted by bands like Joy Division and The Cure, but he also listened Bauhaus, Type O Negative and Siouxsie Sioux among others he didn't know.

He entered the hall where you would perform and sat at a farther table waving to a passing waitress. He ordered a whiskey and waited looking around and at the clock every minute anxious to finally see you and when you got onstage he mentally berated himself for the way his body reacted to you, the least of the problems being the ridiculous erection resulting from the sight of you dressed beautifully in a black leather dress with ripped stockings and combat boots, the worst was the heart racing in his chest and ringing loudly in his ears as he was sucked into a million possibilities of what he would do if he could put his hands on you. Even though there was no one he knew there, and even if there was, no one would recognize him, let alone be able to read his mind, Stephen couldn't help but feel guilty for all his nasty thoughts.

When you came down from the stage with your friends from the band to interact with the people waiting to greet you, Stephen decided not to go there and talk to you. Throughout the night he watched you go from table to table and stop to chat with everyone, laughing that beautiful laugh he so often heard echoing through the Sanctum.

He had enough time to think about it and he had already decided that it would be best to leave without you knowing he was there. Yet when you sat down at the bar and a man approached you, clearly flirting with you, he couldn't help but feel a nagging twinge of jealousy. Besides, even though the man was apparently younger than he was, he was clearly much older than you and that made the blood boil in Stephen's veins.

He scanned the room for Happy Logan but the security guard appeared to have been abducted. Stephen hadn't seen Happy during your entire show and he wondered if something had happened. His instincts were on alert anyway and he didn't even know why.

He watched as you walked away from the bar and headed towards the bathroom and even though he felt bad about it he followed you, watching you from a distance but now with a different purpose, he wanted to make sure you were safe.

You didn't take long to come back accompanied by other girls talking and laughing and to increase his irritation you stopped again at the bar sitting next to the guy who offered you a drink. He sat back watching you tip your head back laughing at whatever stupid joke the guy told you. He knew all that irritation was jealousy. He wanted to be the man talking to you and making you laugh like that. Plus he hated how that guy was touching you, his hand going down your back deliberately as you accepted a second drink from him. Shit, Stephen never touched you like that and there was nothing he wanted more than...

"May I join you?" Stephen looked surprised at the blonde woman with a ponytail dressed in a black velvet dress and combat boots who was smiling at him. He gestured for her to sit down.

"Sorry, I feel like I know you from somewhere." She said smiling

He smirked "Hardly. It's the first time I've been here." She smiles "You can tell by the way you're dressed."

He frowned, pouring the rest of the whiskey from the glass still without taking his eyes off you. "What's wrong with my clothes?" The woman chuckled "They aren't black to begin with." He resisted the temptation to use magic to refill the glass, but instead he stopped the passing waiter and ordered another whiskey and then faced the woman politely "Can I buy you a drink?" She smiles "I'll take what you're drinking. I'm Mary, by the way." He smiles "Stephen" He replied frowning watching you bring your hand to your forehead as if something bothered you.

Mary stared in the same direction he was looking "Ah, Tony Stark's protégé"

Stephen raised an eyebrow at the playful way she said the word. "Do you know y/n?"

She sighed "Everyone knows y/n, she's kind of a star here in NY besides being Stark's goddaughter, but no, I don't know her personally. Do you know her?"

He accepted the drinks the waiter brought and took a long gulp of the whiskey "Yes, I do."

"Then why don't you go talk to her instead of admiring her from a distance? You clearly like her"

He laughs nervously "It's complicated."

Stephen watched you falling from the bench you were sitting on, the way the man wrapped his arms around you and looked around as if he made sure no one was looking was enough for Stephen to understand that something was wrong.

"...she's clearly too privileged to know what she's talking about in her songs..."

Stephen got up grabbing his wallet and taking out some notes and throwing them on the table "Excuse me" He said moving away and walking quickly in time to prevent the man, who had already wrapped his arm around your neck and practically dragged you away from the bar, succeed. He quickly looked around and there was no sign of Happy Logan or any of your friends.

"Hey" Stephen grabbed the man's shoulder and when he turned around, Stephen punched him as hard as he could. His hand hurt, but in that moment he didn't care. The man fell to the ground and you slumped to the side clearly unable to stay on your feet and Stephen wrapped his arms around you slapping your face to try to keep you awake "Hey, are you okay? Talk to me, what are you feeling?"

You stared at him in confusion, your head spinning too fast to see his face. Stephen moved his fingers quickly when the man tried to get up keeping him on the ground. A group of security guards approached and Stephen moved his fingers again, disappearing with his disguise. Some people who were crowding around to see the scene turned on their cameras to photograph him the moment they recognized him.

"Stephen... is that you?" You asked confused, he didn't answer.

"That man drugged her" Stephen said to security. One of them picked the man off the ground and carried him away. The head of security approached "Doctor Strange"

Stephen greeted him with a nod "Keep that man locked up, I'm sure Tony Stark will want to talk to him"

The head of security nodded "I'll call an ambulance"

Stephen held you tight in his arms, shaking his head "It won't be necessary, I'll take care of her." The security guard nodded and then spoke to the people watching the scene "The show is over guys"

"Stephen... what's going on?" You asked confused, your legs giving out. Stephen took his sling ring out of his pocket and opened a portal to the Sanctum. He took you in his arms and walked through the portal ignoring the amazed wows from the people watching the scene.

…

You woke up feeling a strange pain in your head and when you opened your eyes everything was spinning. "Fuck" you complained putting your hand on your forehead.

"Believe me, it could have been worse" came a baritone voice from your right. You stared at Stephen sitting in an armchair in the distance.

"What… what happened?"

He got up and walked over to the bed sitting beside you, he placed his hand on your forehead and then cupped your wrist and took your pulse. "You were drugged. If I wasn't there..." He shook his head irritably "I saw Happy Logan there, he was supposed to be taking care of you."

You looked around trying to figure out where you were. Apparently it was one of the Sanctum's many rooms. You sat up still feeling dizzy.

"Slowly, I managed to neutralize some of the substance in your body with a healing spell, but it will take a few hours for all of it to completely leave your system." Stephen sighed "You have no idea the risk you took tonight. If I hadn't been there..." He repeated and then fell silent.

You shook your head still confused "Why...why were you there?"

"I went to see you" He looked at you almost sheepishly like someone who's been caught doing something they shouldn't be doing. "America told me you would perform tonight"

Your heart skipped a beat "Thank you... for saving me."

He nodded "Please be more careful next time."

You frowned "Careful?"

He sighed heavily "I'm sure you've been taught not to drink from other people's cups. It's a basic concept really."

Were you understanding that right? He was blaming you.

"I didn't drink from his cup, he bought me a drink." You replied offended.

"And then had enough time to put whatever it was in your drink when you innocently walked away to go to the bathroom." He stopped, realizing how weird that sounded.

"You... you were stalking me" You accused "And why didn't you go talk to me like a normal person?"

He rested his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose "Because I shouldn't have been there in the first place."

You moved to stand up and he grabbed your arms "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home" You said, but he kept you in place.

"You need to rest now, I'll take you home later." You shook your head no "I need to know what happened to Happy, he wouldn't have left me there alone if something hadn't happened."

Stephen had already thought about that too.

"I'll find out what happened, but you need to rest now, please."

You sighed surrendering and stared at your hands without having the courage to look at him. You stayed quite for a few minutes til you had courage to speak again "So... you wanted to see me"

He placed his hand on top of yours "Yes"

You nodded "I am glad that you were there."

He chuckled "Yeah you are welcome"

You shook your head "No I'm not talking about what happened, of course I'm grateful you were there to save me but what I really want to say is I'm glad you came to see me in the first place ."

He smiled and it did not go unnoticed that he still had his hand in yours.

"I was missing you." He confessed and you stared at him in surprise, a dreamy smile playing on your lips and you didn't bother trying to hide it.

"I could have waited to see you tomorrow" He glanced at his watch "Well, today, since you promised you'd help America with her homework, but I couldn't." He exhaled heavily "Now I'm torn between being grateful to be there for you and at the same time I'm in trouble because Stark is going to find out I was there and I don't know how to explain it."

You moved your hand under his and he reached out waiting for you to place your palm over his. Palm to palm.

His hand was so big compared to yours, it was warm and shaking, the rough skin where scars cut into flesh contrasting with your soft, delicate skin.

"Explain it to me then" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

He touched your face with his other hand, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You felt your whole body tremble with that touch and you were sure it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I like you, y/n"

You swallowed, "You...like me. What does that mean?"

He smirked tracing your lips with his thumb "It’s the most basic way to explain it, sweetheart"

You nodded "I like you too" Was all you could think to say.

He smiled that beautiful sideways smile, but then he sighed heavily as if the spell was broken, he pulled his hand from yours cleaning his throat and stood up "I'm going to let you sleep now. I'm will call Stark and tell him what happened. "

You shook your head "Tony is out on a mission with Rhodes"

Stephen nodded "I'll call Pottz then."

You nodded, your mind was fuzzy, your head ached and you felt drunk even though you knew that wasn't the case.

"I'll be in the next room, if you need anything just knock." Stephen stated.

You nodded trying to think of something to say so he wouldn't leave but nothing seemed good enough.

"Good night" You said.

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