#live on air || Mr. Studio

[wonderfulworldofwondertainment]

So, brother, tell me. What happened to Mr. Smiles?

Dr. Wondertainment froze. For but a moment, the air around him dimmed slightly, almost unnoticeably.

...Mr. Smiles...Mr. Smiles was once the crown jewel of the Misters. So brimming with whimsy that it sprung from his skin. He was great with children, and always cheerful.

Dr. Wondertainment smiled, staring off into the distance.

One day... the Factory decided I was a problem. I was too happy, made to many others happy.

He shuddered. Mrs. Wonder got a little closer.

It's alright. take your time.

They discovered the Trauma phenomenon. They... crafted a...poison with it. Bound to the rust off their machines. Shot me with it.

....What monsters...

At first, I was fine. But then it spread. It began to leech off me, growing and growing. And... Smiles...

Mrs. Wonder took his hand. Behind them, Ms. Advice and a couple of other Misters watched.

I begged him not to. But he refused to listen. He said, "I may be Mr. Smiles, but you're the one making things to smile about." Then...he took the poison into himself.

...I'm sorry.

That's part of why I want to help cure this ailment. I do want to help... but if I can cure it... Maybe...maybe...

For the first time in decades, Dr. Wondertainment seems...

You seem...Lost, Father.

All eyes turned to the door, where the lonesome visage of Mr. Lost resided.

Maybe...I can help with that. Would you like to go for a walk?

All present turned to Dr. Wondertainment. Ms. Advice spoke up first

I can clear your calendar.

I'll manage distribution.

Mr. Type and I Can Prepare A Press Release!

The sound of a typewriter rings out as Mr. Type speaks.

𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎.

I'll have the animals all squared away!

Dr. Wondertainment looked across the room as all the Misters pledged to handle whatever might come up in his absence. Tears welled up in the old man's eyes.

...I can't possibly thank you all enough.

Mr. Anon stepped forwards.

Happy fathers day, dad. enjoy your walk!

The Good Doctor smiled, and swooped up his son in a bear hug. After several warm goodbyes, he took Mr. Lost's hand and the two went on a walk to who-knows where. The Doctor wasn't worried. Lost always took people where they really needed to be.

[rafedarling]

GQ COUPLES QUIZZZ

𝐠𝐪 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳

pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader; husband!rafe cameron x wife!reader warning: english is not my native language | word count: 1,2k au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

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The studio was set up perfectly for what was about to be an intimate and fun GQ Couple Quiz. You and Rafe Cameron, your husband of just a few months, were sitting side by side on a cozy loveseat, ready to test how well you knew each other in front of the cameras. The energy between you two was electric, a combination of love, excitement, and the comfortable ease that came from being newlyweds still in the honeymoon phase.

Rafe leaned closer to you, a playful grin on his lips as he took your hand in his. "Ready to show everyone how well we know each other, Mrs. Cameron?" he asked, the sound of your married name making your heart skip a beat.

You smiled back, loving the way "Mrs. Cameron" sounded. "Ready to win this thing, Mr. Cameron?" you teased, squeezing his hand back.

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I don't know if there’s a way to win, but let’s see if we can avoid any awkward ‘I didn’t know that’ moments."

In front of you was a glass bowl filled with folded slips of paper, each containing a question about your relationship, your likes and dislikes, and your lives together. The rules were simple: you and Rafe would play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever won would draw a question from the bowl. Then you’d both answer it, hoping your answers matched.

You turned to Rafe with a mischievous look. “Alright, rock-paper-scissors to see who picks first. You ready?”

“Always,” Rafe replied, his competitive nature coming to the surface as he held up his fist.

“On three,” you said, and together you chanted, “One, two, three!”

You threw out rock, but Rafe’s paper covered it.

“Ha!” Rafe exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Looks like I get to pick first.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. “Alright, go ahead. Let’s see what the first question is.”

Rafe reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper. He unfolded it slowly, drawing out the suspense before reading it aloud. “What is Y/N’s go-to comfort food?”

You both exchanged a knowing look, and you bit your lip to keep from giggling.

“I know mine,” you said confidently, glancing over at Rafe to see if he was on the same page.

Rafe leaned back, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you dive into a tub of chocolate ice cream more times than I can count.”

You laughed, nodding. “That’s absolutely right. Chocolate ice cream is my weakness.”

He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I knew it. I always keep a stash in the freezer for emergencies.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Emergency ice cream is very important.”

Rafe laughed, his hand resting on your knee. “Your turn, Mrs. Cameron. Let’s see if you know me as well as I know you.”

“Alright, challenge accepted,” you said, shaking your hands out as you prepared for another round of rock-paper-scissors.

Once again, you counted to three, and this time you threw out paper while Rafe threw rock.

“Yes!” you cheered, pumping your fist in the air. “I won this time.”

Rafe chuckled, pretending to be disappointed. “Beginner’s luck.”

“Sure, sure,” you teased, reaching into the bowl to pick a question. You unfolded the slip of paper and read it aloud. “What is Rafe’s favorite way to unwind after a long day on set?”

You already knew the answer to this one, having spent many evenings watching him unwind.

“I’ve got mine,” you said, looking at Rafe expectantly.

Rafe grinned, clearly thinking the same thing. “Alright, on three?”

You both counted down together. “One, two, three!”

“Watching football with a beer,” you said at the same time he did.

You both burst out laughing, knowing you had nailed it.

“You know me so well,” Rafe said, his voice full of warmth as he reached over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I should,” you replied, feeling a wave of affection for him. “I’ve seen you do it enough times.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. “You’re usually right there with me, though, keeping me company. It’s better that way.”

Your heart melted a little at his words, and you squeezed his hand. “It’s always better when we’re together.”

“Alright,” Rafe said after a moment, glancing at the bowl again. “Let’s keep this going. We’re on a roll.”

You agreed, ready for the next question. You played rock-paper-scissors once more, and this time, Rafe won again.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out another slip. “What is Y/N’s most embarrassing moment on set?”

You groaned, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Oh no, I think I know what you’re going to pick.”

Rafe smirked, clearly amused. “Let me guess. It involves a certain scene where you had to run… and then completely wiped out?”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite the embarrassment. “Yes! I can’t believe you’re bringing that up.”

“It was adorable,” Rafe said, trying to contain his laughter. “You were so determined, and then bam—down you went. But you got up like a champ.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your face still warm from the memory. “And I had to do it in front of the entire crew. I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

Rafe grinned, shaking his head. “Nope, but at least it makes for a good story.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing along with him. “Your turn to share an embarrassing moment. I’m not going down alone.”

Rafe chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought. “Alright, fair is fair. There was that time I completely blanked on my lines during a big scene… right after I bragged to everyone about how I had them down perfectly.”

You laughed, remembering the story. “Oh yeah, you were so confident, and then—nothing. Just silence.”

“I wanted to crawl into a hole,” Rafe admitted, shaking his head. “But hey, it happens to the best of us, right?”

“Definitely,” you agreed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s all part of the job.”

Rafe smiled at you, his eyes full of love. “I’m just glad I get to do this job with you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled back, feeling incredibly lucky. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

For the next few rounds, you and Rafe continued the quiz, answering questions about everything from favorite date nights to pet peeves. The more you answered, the more you realized just how in sync you were. Each time you got an answer right, you celebrated with a high five or a quick kiss, both of you clearly enjoying the experience.

Finally, you drew the last question from the bowl. “Okay, this is the final one. It says… ‘What’s one thing Rafe does that always makes Y/N smile?’”

You glanced at him, your heart melting a little as you thought about the many ways he made you happy.

Rafe looked back at you, his expression softening. “I think I know this one.”

“Alright, let’s hear it,” you said, genuinely curious to see if he would get it right.

Rafe took a deep breath, as if trying to get it just right. “I think it’s when I wake you up with coffee in the morning. You always smile when I bring it to you in bed.”

Your heart melted completely at that. He was absolutely right. Those quiet, early moments when he brought you coffee, still warm and sleepy, were some of your favorites.

“You got it,” you said, your voice filled with affection. “It’s the little things like that that mean the most.”

Rafe grinned, looking pleased with himself. “Good to know I’m doing something right.”

“You do a lot of things right,” you said softly, reaching over to take his hand.

The quiz had been fun, but more than that, it had been a reminder of how well you knew each other—and how much you loved each other. Even though you were still newlyweds, it was clear that you had something special.

Rafe looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his expression tender. “I think we did pretty well on this quiz, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “We did better than I expected. We really know each other.”

Rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “And I can’t wait to learn even more about you.”

Your heart swelled with love as you gazed into his eyes, feeling the truth of his words deep in your soul. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

The cameras might have been rolling, and the quiz might have been the focus, but in that moment, all you cared about was the man sitting next to you—the man you got to call your husband.

With one last kiss, the quiz came to an end, but your journey together was just beginning.

[alexlwrites]

You ask and you shall receive!

Here's part 2 of "Yoongi never had a crush until you" from my notes app. I'm always open to more requests <3

(Check out part one here)

(Buy me a coffee on ko-fi!)

....

Tonight was the night. Yoongi could feel it, from the tip of his long luscious hair to his weirdly long toe. There was something in the air - whispers of certainty and peace that could either be a sign that Jungkook had left the premises or that tonight was the night that Yoongi was finally going to gather all the courage within his tired body and ask you out!

Furthermore! - he shook his fist in front of his mirror, eyes slightly crazed with a decidive stance - you'd say yes!

From there, everything would fall into place, stars aligning and errors corrected. His shoes would fit better, the wifi faster, the coffee tastier. Everything improved by your presence in his life.

He just couldn't stand all this nervous, jittery energy anymore! It was all so unlike his cool, calm, collected persona and he didn't know how to deal with his sudden difficulties to form full coherent sentences when you showed up. He had to put a stop to it and act on his new and, to be honest, slightly concerning feelings.

You see, he was a man with a written plan! In the depths of his pockets, under seven layers of coffee shop receipts from 5 months ago and guitar picks he thought he had lost, there was a small piece of paper with his plan detailed step by step: first he would calm the fuck down (crucial). Then, check for sweaty hands, unknown food stains on his outfit and bad breath (Just in case!!!!). Then, present his five slide power point showcasing his feelings and finally - finally! - ask you out.

In case you'd say no, he had an extra slide with more appealing arguments (i'm rich, it said). Otherwise, he'd move to south america and live his life as Carlos, the potato farmer.

Of course, as Yoongi's life was never as simple as a power point presentation, all his plans were forgotten when you showed up in his studio dressed up in a way he'd never seen, skin tight dress clinging to your body in the way he wanted to, rendering him speechless and brain dead.

"Yoongi! Sorry for the late hour, I just had to drop these documents before I left and I rushed here because I have plans for the evening..."

Ask her out, his heart said, beating so loud he was surprised you didn't hear it. Ask her out, make her yours, rip this sinful devil sent dress into pieces. Fuck the power point, fuck your canva vision board, ask her out, ask her out, ask her out, ask her...

"Out" he spluttered at last and he swore his heart shattered at the hurt in your eyes.

"Oh, im sorry" you said, dropping the stack of papers on his coffee table, lips pouting and eyes saddened in a way that made yoongi want to choke on his own fucking wrist "I'll leave you be, mr. Min"

"No-nO! I DIDN'T MEAN..." but it was too late and youd already left.

BUGGER.

BUGGER IT ALL TO HELL!

(Part three)

[facioleeknow]

Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

My Kofi if you want to support me <3.

Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him. 

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

 “What do you mean sir?” 

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?” 

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature? 

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.” 

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.” 

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes. 

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left. 

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice. 

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you. 

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts. 

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.” 

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Can I request for Taehoon and Seongjoon NSFW??👀👀👀

Black Anon

Here's a cookie for you 🍪

Hi black anon! Thanks for the cookie and the ask! Taehoon came (heh) pretty easily but Seongjun will be in a part 2 unfortunately.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: NSFW hc

This guy just screams pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty lashes, pretty lips, pretty skin. You know where this is going.

You bet he's got a pretty dick too.

Good god does he know how to use it. You would never have guessed he was so inexperienced, but you've seen how abhorrent and prickly his personality can be at first. A deterrent for anyone that even tries to get close and in his pants.

And his moans? The prettiest, bar none. And he will blush furiously in the afterglow if you tell him and call you cringe for even saying something like that. Though if anything, he'll take that into consideration and might be a bit louder next time too.

The best is when Taehoon is fucking you, and the orgasm catches him unexpectedly. Like a rupture of a dam. He lets out the prettiest, sluttiest groan you have ever heard. Especially if he has to cut himself off from degrading you.

Oh yeah, degradation? He has a thing for that. It didn't actually start off as anything conscious. Just Taehoon being Taehoon. Awfully mean and condescending, that includes when you're in the middle of sex too. And then when he felt how wet you got and your walls clench around him as he berates you? Guess this is a thing now.

However, the words aren't too harsh. For him to even sleep with you, he has to like you a fucking lot. Taehoon does not do casual.

So yes. He will degrade you and prod enough with his words that some stuff sting in a good way (like the first rush of cold air after he spanks your ass), but nothing over the line or that crosses your boundaries.

Mr. Live However You Want likes to to fuck you anywhere, any place, assuming you're ok with it.

More than anything though, he wants to fuck you in the Taekwondo studio. Just imagining you bent over on the mats in his favourite place makes him a little feral.

And don't worry, it'll definitely happen at some point. Unfortunately for Taehoon that the days after that event, practicing with his dad standing right there also makes his brain malfunction.

Hansu being in the same spot where Taehoon has railed you as you're screaming out, drawing waves of pleasure with his tongue and fingers. Gross. Yeah the studio does a 180 and becomes a turn off.

It never happens again. But he does have a soft spot for that corner when he fucked you up against the wall, and the mat by the sandbag where you held on for dear life as he took you from behind.

Surprisingly sweet and thoughtful with aftercare. Doesn't need you to even ask. Taehoon is very efficient. Here's a towel, here's some water. Pulls you into his arms after you're both cleaned up. Silently observing you and checking over to make sure he didn't hurt you or go too far.

Think about it though, why wouldn't Taehoon be thoughful with aftercare. You just let him do that to you.

And, as mentioned, he likes you a lot to be even in bed with you. Probably has no qualms telling you he loves you mid sex. Just don't throw it back in his face, or he will be the sulkiest motherfucker ever and it will be a long time until you hear those words again.

[afternoondreaming]

No Business Like Show Business (2/?)

Back at it again with the white Vans! (Does- Does anyone remember that? Am I getting too old?) Aaaanyways, we’re slowly gettin’ into it now! It began to get a bit too long, so Mr. Funny will just have to explain his shenanigans next time. Also, just letting ya’ll know, this is probably gonna be canon divergent. And I swear it’s gonna get funnier dw. You’re just a bit of a stick-in-the-mud right now.

The taxi you had hailed all the way out here skidded its tires slightly as it sped off. It had been a surprisingly long drive over to Puzzlevision— and an odd one, at that. You lived far away, and so as not to get sick, you avoided using your cell on the drive. It gave you ample time to watch the scenery, which seemed to gradually change the closer you got. Almost imperceptibly everything around you got more… Saturated. Colors showing brighter, eventually becoming almost painful to the eyes. It was reminiscent of color correction for TV, but why in the world would that be a natural effect?

You were aware that the world contained- for lack of a better phrase- an interesting cast of characters. Creatures of all shapes and sizes roaming about. You, however, lived in a painfully average area. Typical sights, typical people, and typical suburban antics. So far removed from the more fanatical aspects of life. Sure, you’d seen the occasional toad around town, but that was as exotic as it got. If even the nature around here was exceptionally strange, what would the people be like…?

That was another strange aspect you were noticing as you stood with your portfolio in the parking lot. There were no cars. No bikes. No sign of any human being inhabiting the studio that stood before you. Even the painted parking lines were noticeably faded, asphalt cracking and heaving from lack of care. You had the right address, you knew that. And you were certainly well within business hours. So where was everyone? With hesitant steps you began to walk to the entrance, fiddling with your portfolio and outfit with much more than pre-interview jitters. At the very least, you had told Tori where you were going, and your phone location was on. If you truly needed it, you could get someone to help you… Hopefully.

You let out a calming exhale before opening the door. Which quickly backfired, as the motion kicked up a huge cloud of dust. Sputtering out coughs you waved your hand in front of you to try to clear the air. Was this truly an abandoned building? As you got a better look, you became more assured of that thought. All of the furniture was dated and caked in a thick layer of dust. Though, you did notice a pair of footprints on the floor. Marking what must have been a frequently trodden path. What had you gotten yourself into? You turned heel, beginning to walk out so you could call a cab home. Suddenly your movement was halted by a heavy hand coming down on your shoulder. You couldn’t help the sound of surprise that escaped your mouth, jumping slightly and turning to see whomever it was. Slowly your gaze went up, up, up… Oh God. This man was towering! You liked to consider yourself of average height, and even then, your gaze would meet his midsection if you didn’t crane your neck.

A TV’s glow was what met your gaze, a neutral expression displayed upon it. So… He really was a television. Seeing him in interviews a couple of times, you weren’t exactly shocked. But… It was still slightly jarring in person. Everything about him but his color testing bars were in grayscale, like he stepped out of the classic silver screen. Rather fitting, you supposed. “Uh, hello? Puzzlevision to interviewee? I asked you a question.” The man ‘spoke’, if you could call it that, picture flipping to something akin to confusion.

You quickly corrected your agape expression, straightening your posture. “Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I guess I was a bit star struck…!” You laughed awkwardly, trying not to be stiff as a board. He removed his hand from your shoulder, striking a confident pose. He moved… oddly. It wasn’t fluid, but certainly exaggerated.

“Aha! Of course you were!” He looked awfully pleased with himself, yet surprised at the same time. “Your call for employment was answered by the one and only: Mr. Puzzles!” The titular Mr. Puzzles held the pose for a moment longer before returning to a neutral stance and face.

“Uh, yeah…” Mumbling, you reached out your hand for a handshake. Looks like flattery would get you pretty far here. If you didn’t hold yourself to higher standards, perhaps you’d use that to your advantage. “Still, my apologies. Lemme introduce myself, I’m-“

“Yes, yes, I know who you are, my rising star!” He interrupted you, turning around without shaking your extended hand as he began to walk. Apparently, he just expected you to follow. “I sent you a response, after all!”

“Wait-“ You started, beginning to speed walk in order to keep up with the long legged man. “I’m not a new actor…! I got a letter for the screenwriter position!” Was he getting a whole new staff?

“Again- I’ll repeat myself- I know.” Mr. Puzzles responded, his voice crackling with a flamboyant sarcasm. “I only hired a screenwriter- no actors. I just find your name lacking a certain… star power, is all!” …Had he just played a laugh track for his own joke? You found yourself frowning behind his back as you followed him. “It's terribly drab, my friend!” The man opened the door to another dusty room, gesturing for you to step inside just as you made yourself look less annoyed. “For someone like yourself? You need a title worthy of someone working at Puzzlevision~! You’ve headed multiple successful projects, but never having done so on your own. Someone with talent, but not successful enough to avoid being poached!” This was beginning to feel more insulting by the second. “Therefore! A rising star, an up-and-coming powerhouse, a starlet!”

“Now, wait a moment.” Hesitantly you spoke up as you began to sit down on the terribly dusty chair. There goes the dry cleaning fee you paid. “You’re right. I have headed multiple successful projects. But, screenwriters don’t work alone. I would’ve never done that because that’s not how it works.”

“Well, you’ll have to start now, because that’s how it works at Puzzlevision!” Mr. Puzzles sat across from you, unbothered by dust or grime as he crossed a leg and leaned one elbow on the table. “Besides having my expert guidance and leadership, Starlet, you’ll be working entirely by yourself!”

…Huh?

[lvverleavr]

Two French Doors | JTK

༘ Jake x f reader

༘ 2.8k words

༘ warnings: language, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it pls), and I think that's it!

When Jake gets the two of you a hotel room for the night, a mini fashion show turns into a lot more.

As soon as the glass doors opened to the hotel lobby you felt underdressed. Even people sitting at the hotel bar during what the small sign referred to as, ‘happy hour’ were dressed in dresses and ties. “Uhm, I’m here to check in,” You tried to shake the slight hesitation in your voice as they asked for the name it was under, “The reservation is under Kiszka but I think I’m in as a check in person,” You fumbled in your bag for your ID, sliding it across the cold marble, quickly pulling your hand back as you felt the woman's glance lingering at your picked nail polish. 

“Alright here’s your key, you’re gonna go all the way down the hallway and take a left to the elevators. There’s a button labeled S you’re gonna press that to get to your suite,” She gave you a set of two keys along with a piece of paper, “That’s your itinerary, Mr. Kiszka requested we send with you when you checked in.” 

“Suite-” The word caught in your throat, her eyebrows lifting slightly at your reaction. 

“Yes Miss… Is something wrong?” 

You shook your head, “Nope, everythings perfect. Thank you,” You quickly made your way to the elevator and scanned the paper in your hand. massage, car pick up 11 am, private studio session. “What the fuck..” You whispered to yourself as you wandered down the hallway and finally made it to your room. 

The door opened to a large living space, a big off white colored couch that faced double french doors that led out to a small balcony, just enough room for a small two person table. You dropped your bags at the door, opening both the doors and letting the warm summer air hit your face. Two tall bamboo walls ran up the sides of the balcony, cutting you from the view of the balconies that came out beside yours. You left both the doors open as you walked around the rest of the suite. Nothing too crazy, just a small tv mounted to the wall and a coffee table. There were two doors set only a few feet from one another, one was a small door that led to a linen closet while the other was a set of double doors. You pulled one open and it led into a large bedroom with another set of french doors, this time the balcony only small enough for one or two people to stand on. The bed was made with what seemed like a hundred pillows and a small card was left folded along with a set of towels. 

You walked over and picked it up, opening the card to see Jake’s handwriting, ‘I’ll see you tonight Angel, make yourself comfortable,’ You felt your cheeks grow a slight pink as you set the card on the nightstand, your gaze setting on the small curve with a soft light. As you turned the corner you entered the bathroom. A large bathtub sat in the middle, a bouquet of flowers stood on the vanity against the wall along with a box. You rolled your eyes, knowing the room alone couldn’t be the only gesture he had up his sleeve. You admired the flowers for a moment, your fingers running along a few of the pedals momentarily then your focused lied on the box, carefully removing the lid to see something black folded neatly inside of it. Your cheeks grew slightly pink as you held it up, turning to the mirror to then hold it against yourself. “He’s insane if he thinks I’m wearing this,” You mumbled quietly to yourself, pulling the fabric against you tighter, “absolutely delusional.” 

You sighed, wandering for a few more minutes before checking the time. There was still quite some time until Jake said  he would be back and you were getting impatient to say the least. “Hm..” You found yourself back in the bathroom, running the bath and stripping from your clothes. Once you were settled, you learned your head back, closing your eyes and letting out a content sigh. You were there for what felt like hours, any tension slowly leaving your body until you heard a familiar laugh. 

Your eyes shot open as Jake stood in the doorway connecting the bathroom from the bedroom, “Jake-” You let out a deep breath. 

“Sorry angel… Just me,” He smiled softly, “Don’t let me disrupt you… You like the room?” You nodded in response as he came over, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I’m glad baby,” He stood at the edge of the tub, his eyes wandering over the parts of your body that broke through the surface of the water. 

“You’re staring,” You smiled, lifting one of your legs over the lip of the bathtub, prodding his thigh with your toe, “it’s rude to stare,” 

“Is it? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you liked it when I stared,” He shot back, walking over to the vanity. “Did you see your present?” He looked at you over his shoulder as you grabbed a towel, wrapping yourself in it as you got out of the water. 

“I did,” You let your hair down from the elastic, raking your fingers through it lazily. 

“Yeah? You gonna put it on for me?” He smirked, stepping to the side so you could get your clothes. 

“I don’t know… It’s beautiful Jake but I-”

“But you what?” He stood behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he guided you to drop your clothes once again. “And don’t say it won't look good on you because I’ve pictured you in it since the moment I saw it…” His lips connected to your neck, the warmth of his breath making the hairs on your arms stand up. 

“Why don’t you try on the clothes in the closet first?” 

“The closet?” You turned to look at him as he straightened up. “I thought it was just the-” 

He smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom and opening the closet. Hung up were three dresses each differing in style and color but all looking vaguely familiar. 

“What are-” It took you only a few seconds to realize, “These are not the dresses from the boutique from back home are they-” 

He smiled at you and nodded, “Of course they are, you loved them so much… I couldn’t let them slip away.” 

You gripped your towel to secure it around one hand as you excitedly ran over to him, placing a kiss on his lips “Oh Jakey thank you thank you so much,” 

“No need to thank me,” He placed a quick peck on your lips, “But I do wanna see you in them, do a little show for me.” 

You blushed, “really-” he nodded in response, getting up and walking back to the living room. You turned your attention back to the closet, running your fingers along the fabric of the three pieces. “I can’t believe I'm doing this…” You mumbled to yourself through a smile as you put the first one on, smoothing it over your stomach and sides and peeking your head out the door. There he sat on the couch, his arms draped over the back of the cushions and his legs dropped apart slightly, a smirk settled smugly on his face. “Close your eyes!” You called out to him, watching him take one of his hands from the back of the couch and laying it over his eyes.

“Closed!” He smiled

You made your way in front of him, doing another quick check of your dress, your hands folding behind your back. “Open…” 

He dropped his hand, his cheeks immediately darkening to a slight rose, “Oh honey-” His arm reached out, carefully sliding up and down your side, “Give me a spin hm?” 

You blushed and nodded, doing a small spin. With each dress you tried on your confidence grew a bit more, and Jake's interest grew at a similar pace. His gazes lingering longer which made the way you showed your outfits off more and more personal. 

“Okay one more, close your eyes alright?” You smiled, backing from where you stood right at his knees, watching as he let out a small breath. 

“Alright angel,” He smiled, covering his eyes

You quickly made your way back to the bedroom, grabbing the box from the bathroom. You lifted the small black slip out of the box and laid it on the bed, the lace trim lined the bottom and the neckline and the slit went up a worrisome amount. “Here goes nothing,” You took a deep breath, hanging up the last dress and pulling the slip over your head, surprised at how perfectly it fit your body. You quietly opened the door, “Keep your eyes closed..” You said quietly, seeing an agreeing smile form on Jake's lips. You quietly walked close to him, taking another deep breath and straddling his lap, your knees hugged his sides as you kept yourself from putting your full weight down. “Open..” You said shyly, nervous for his reaction. 

He didn’t speak for a second, his eyes just seemed to comb over every inch of your body. “Holy shit baby-” He let out a breath through his smile, his hands settling on the tops of your thighs. 

“Is it bad?” 

“Bad?” His hands slid up to your hips, “Fuck it’s anything but bad, do a spin I need to see all of you,” He lifted his hands to yours, helping you off his lap. You blushed and took a couple steps back, smoothing out the fabric again and slowly spinning around once. “Shit-” 

You turned back to him, he was leaned back on the couch again, this time you could see a tension forming in his jeans. “I’m gonna take it as you really like it…” You blushed as he nodded. 

“I love it, c’mere,” He reached over, his hands pulling at the backs of your thighs until you fell in his lap. “See? I knew you’d look good huh? I know exactly what to get my baby… Don’t I?” 

Your face grew even redder, your hand resting on the side of his neck, “mhm..” Your gaze fell on his lips, his bottom lip was tucked between his front teeth and his eyes were trained on yours. 

“Baby..” His voice was low and somewhat soft, like the calm before a storm. 

“Mhm…” You didn’t look up to meet his eyes.

“Look at me…” His hand broke from your side, gently grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it to look at him. 

You finally lifted your eyes to his, settling yourself in his lap a bit more, pulling a small groan from his lips. “Stay still.. Just a second,” He lifted his hips up slightly as he shifted you on his lap, “Now you look so pretty baby… So pretty. Do you think you look pretty?”

Your mouth hung open slightly, withholding a true answer. His fingers tightened against the bare skin on your thighs, causing you to gasp slightly.

“Do you think you look pretty in this nice dress I bought you?” You began to shake your head, catching the look in his eye before changing your answer to a small, “Y-Yes,”

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft, a tone that should've brought you comfort, but instead made the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You nodded again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “Follow me,” He lifted you to your feet.

“What?” You looked at him confused, following him as he walked into the bedroom without saying anything.

“C’mere Angel,” He motioned as he walked into the bathroom, turning on the soft light that surrounded the vanity mirror. You followed, still slightly confused, “Jakey I thought you wanted me-”

“Oh I do.” He smiled, guiding you to the center of the mirror, “I want you so bad baby but there’s one problem,” His hands glided up your sides, fingers gently tracing just below the cups of your breasts. 

“W-What problem-” You blushed, turning your head to watch his movements. 

“Ah-” He corrected you, taking your chin in his hand and facing you back to the mirror, the dim light highlighted your already red cheeks and you could watch every one of Jake’s movements like time in film. “I don’t think you truly believe me baby, when I tell you how perfect you look right now,” One hand stayed gripped to your chin while the other dragged down your side, gently tugging on the lace trim as it rode up your thigh. You didn’t reply, feeling him pressed against you as his thumb gently caressed your jaw. “So pretty baby and you know what? I want you to see just how pretty you are.” He dropped his grasp, one hand swatting sharply at your ass while the other firmly placed on the back of your neck, guiding you down to bend over the counter in one swift movement. 

You let out a small yelp at the feeling of his hand, the sting lingering for moments after he made contact, “Jake-” 

He smiled at you through the mirror, “You see that baby? See your pretty face right there?” His hand gripped your hair, pulling it up so you saw yourself in the mirror. “Just like that… You’re gonna stay right there, and I’m gonna take you like the good girl I know you can be okay?” 

Your face was bright red, you met his gaze through the mirror and nodded, “O-Okay.” You’d be lying if you were to say you weren’t excited, sure he could be rough but he was never like this. Your heartbeat pounded in your head and the adrenaline rushed between both your ears as you heard the metal of his button on his jeans hit the floor. 

“Shit-” Was the first word that came out of your mouth, your head shooting down and your hands sliding to the edge of the sink. He started with no warning, no easing in this time, just the full feeling of him all at once. It hit you like a train and you loved it, his name escaping your lips as your stomach hit against the edge. He tightened his grip on your hair, snapping your head back to look in the mirror. “Jake-” You whimpered, his grip not loosening. 

He slowed his movements only for a moment, his stomach pressing gently against you, his warm breath dancing along your neck and up to your ear, “See how fucking pretty you are? Look how perfect you are when you take me hm?” You didn’t answer, your eyes screwing shut as his free hand roamed past the material, his cold touch against our already sensitive clit leaving you near speechless. 

“Yes!” You finally replied. He sped up, asking his question again. “Yes fuck Jake, I-I see how pretty I am,” You let out between whimpers. 

“Good girl,” He loosened his grip on your hair, enough for his lips to connect to your neck, leaving small marks wherever he pleased. “How pretty you sound, those fucking perfect tits while I fuck you hm?” 

You nodded again watching your hair move in a matching rhythm with his thrusts. Your eyes began to water as he powered through your first high, “P-Please,” You begged as he brought you close to your second, his fingers never straying from between your legs. You lost count of how many highs you both ran, at what you could guess was finishing on your fourth or fifth you felt his hips slow to a stop, meeting softly against yours. 

“Oh now don’t look at me like that, angel,” He smiled, sliding your slip back over you and gently turning you around, “You could barely stand baby, even though I’d watch you like that all night.” 

Your cheeks were wet with your own tears and you felt your knees shaking. His soft smile as he cleared you both off made the blush permanent on your cheeks and the way he stared at you when you got in bed brought a similar heartbeat feeling in your fingertips. 

“What?” You smiled, his warm skin mixing with the cold sheets as you adjusted yourself on the pillow. He didn’t respond with words, his blinks were long and drawn out, a gentle smile laid on his face as he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, tell me..” You already knew what he was gonna say, he got like this every time. You’d make fun of him that he was being a dork but secretly you loved it. You loved that every night you spent with him would be followed by his dopey smiles and whispered, you’re just so beautiful. “Jake?” 

“Mhm..” He hummed, you smiled as you took in the moment– the way his hair pressed against his forehead and he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

“You’re so beautiful” You whisper, watching his tired smile grow as he realizes his stolen line, his arm reaching up and capturing you in his hold even tighter. 

“That’s my line” he chuckles tiredly against the nape of your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a wave of warmth over your skin.

[slackville]

60 years ago today, June 27, 1964, the final episode of The Rocky & Bullwinkle Show (known as Rocky & His Friends during the first two seasons and as The Bullwinkle Show for the last three seasons) aired.

It originally aired from November 19, 1959, to June 27, 1964, on the ABC and NBC television networks. Produced by Jay Ward Productions, the series is structured as a variety show, with the main feature being the serialized adventures of the two title characters, the anthropomorphic moose Bullwinkle and flying squirrel Rocky. The main adversaries in most of their adventures are the Russian-like spies Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. Supporting segments include Dudley Do-Right (a parody of old-time melodrama), Peabody's Improbable History (a dog and his pet boy Sherman traveling through time), and Fractured Fairy Tales (classic fairy tales retold in comic fashion), among others.

Rocky & Bullwinkle is known for quality writing and wry humor. Mixing puns, cultural and topical satire, and self-referential humor, it appealed to adults as well as children. It was also one of the first cartoons whose animation was outsourced; storyboards were shipped to Gamma Productions, a Mexican studio also employed by Total Television. The art has a choppy, unpolished look and the animation is extremely limited even by television animation standards at the time. Yet the series has long been held in high esteem by those who have seen it; some critics described the series as a well-written radio program with pictures.

The show was shuffled around several times (airing in afternoon, prime time, and Saturday morning time slots), but was influential to other animated series from The Simpsons to Rocko's Modern Life. Segments from the series were later recycled in the Hoppity Hooper show.

There have been numerous feature film adaptations of the series' various segments, such as the 2000 film The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle which blended live-action and computer animation and the 1999 live-action film Dudley Do-Right, which both received poor reviews and were financially unsuccessful. By contrast, an animated feature film adaptation of the "Peabody's Improbable History" segment, Mr. Peabody & Sherman, was released to good reviews in 2014.

Rocky and His Friends and The Bullwinkle Show were ranked the sixth Greatest TV Cartoon of All Time by TV Guide.

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Classic Retrovision Milestones (fb)

[purpdrawsthings]

How's life being... Well, like that? Are you two being treated at least semi-decently? You're not being used as punching bags for Mr. Puzzles's emotions, right? Right?

SMG4 : Oh! It's... Not bad actually... Aside from having such terribly planned deadlines and overworking because Mr. Puzzles always gets ideas from... Who even knows who, to the point you even question your own mental stability... It's decent I guess. This is better than what we expected...

SMG3 : As for that semi-decently thing... I guess you could say it's like... Decent? It's like a normal worker and boss relationship but worser? He is a decent but a bad boss at the same time, moreee on the bad side cuz he's him. Also, we are not used as punching bags for Mr. Puzzles emotion. He does let it out sometimes but whenever it's in front of us he would make that crazy face for a second then go back into his office and scream so loud that everyone could hear it. He really thinks we wouldn't notice.

SMG4 : Huh, speaking of decent things, I actually got this "Best Writer #1" mug from him a few months ago because I was doing a good job as a lead script writer. I'd never knew he gave gifts.

SMG3 : And here I was thinking where the hell you even got that.

SMG4 : It's my emotional support mug by the way.

SMG3 : What.

PS : Yes I'm adding context to my older posts so people would actually understand.

Context : They live in actually pretty stable and decent environment. Think of it as a movie/office studio or whatever. Butttt due to them being kinda clumsy and very tired, the place got a bit dirty. Still nice either way. Though, it isn't nice that they don't get fresh air and are always stuck in there for eternity.

As for how Puzzles treats them, I would have to say kinda bossy. He always gives them work and well, other stuff. Like editing videos late. Buttt when they get a little sick, he let's them rest. And by rest I mean only for a day and nothing more than that. He wants to keep his movies coming out as consistent as possible. The reason why he acts like this is because all his time of making low quality films, he was just making them alone with nobody tbh. That's why he manages them so poorly

And no, Puzzles does not use them as punching bugs. He actually doesn't even use violence. He just shouts and gets way too frustrated. If he gets a little stressed, he would just go in his office and scream to let his stress all out. Great way of coping Puzzles =D

As for the last part, that was just a funny last part I just wanted to add because I thought it would be fun. I decided that if an employee [ basically one of the crew ] did a great job, he would reward them. In his case, 4 got three mugs with messages that were way too relatable to him =]

[bexxa12]

STUDIO SECRETS|| JJ x Y/N

{Summary}

Jungkook, a musical prodigy whose voice captivates millions, finds himself drawn into a world beyond the spotlight. His path crosses with the enigmatic daughter of his esteemed producer, a woman whose secrets run as deep as the melodies he crafts.

Chapter 3

WC: 2,210

The door closed behind her, the sound echoing through the studio like a final note of a symphony. Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that she had left an indelible mark on him, a spark of something he hadn't felt in a long time. 

Mr. Kim cleared his throat, the spell broken, and Jungkook turned back to the task at hand.

They worked into the night, the energy in the studio palpable. The walls seemed to hum with the power of their collective passion, the music growing more intense with each passing hour.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, melding with the faint metallic tang of new technology and the nostalgic scent of worn-out vinyl records.

As Jungkook played, Mr. Kim's eyes never left the monitors, scrutinizing every note and beat with a meticulous precision that had made him a legend in the industry. 

His graying hair was swept back in a neat style that defied the chaos of the cables and instruments scattered around the room

Finally, the last note of Jungkook's song faded into the quiet embrace of the studio. Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh, his eyes closing briefly as if to savor the sound that had just filled the space. He opened them and nodded, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"Good job, Jungkook," he said, his voice gruff but warm. 

"We're done for the day. That was the final take."

The song they'd been crafting together had finally come alive, a fusion of beats and melody that felt like a piece of his soul.

As Jungkook stepped out of the music booth, the cool air washed over him, a stark contrast to the warmth of the spotlights.

"It was nice to finally meet her." Jungkook said casually, as he approached Mr. Kim.

Mr. Kim's eyes lit up at the mention of his daughter, Y/N. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. 

"How did she seem?"

"Determined, like you," Jungkook observed, chuckling.

Mr. Kim's expression grew thoughtful. "She's got a good head on her shoulders, that one."

Jungkook nodded, picturing the young woman who had visited the studio earlier that day. 

She had the same sharp gaze and focused demeanor as her father, yet there was a warmth to her that was all her own.

"Yeah, she was pretty intense," Jungkook said, smiling. 

"But in a good way. She talked about her cases like they were the only things that mattered in the world."

Mr. Kim's eyes twinkled with pride. 

"That's her alright," he said. "Her passion for justice is unrivaled."

The conversation grew quiet as they both reflected on the day's achievements and the paths their lives had taken. Jungkook had always admired the producer's dedication to his work and family. 

The way he balanced the two, especially in the fast-paced world of music and entertainment, was inspiring.

Mr. Kim's phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence. He picked it up, squinting at the screen. 

"Looks like Y/N is stuck at the office again," he said with a sigh. "She's always working."

Jungkook leaned against the soundboard. "Is she okay with that?" Mr. Kim rubbed his temples. 

"It's tough, but she loves it. Says she's fighting the good fight. Sometimes, I wish she'd take a break though."

Jungkook nodded sympathetically. 

"You've taught her well," he said. "She's following her dreams."

Mr. Kim couldn't help but smile. 

"I just want her to be happy," he said. "And if that means fighting for justice, then so be it."

Jungkook nodded. 

"You know, I've never met anyone quite like her. Most people in my line of work are chasing fame or fortune, but she's out there making a difference."

Mr. Kim's expression grew contemplative. 

"Yeah, she's one of a kind," he said, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. 

"When she told me she wanted to be a lawyer, I was worried it'd consume her, but she's found a way to keep her passion from becoming a burden."

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully. 

"I can see it in her eyes," he said. "The same fire you have for music, she has for justice. It's pretty amazing."

Mr. Kim's gaze drifted to his phone's lockscreen. In the picture, his daughter, Y/N, was a young girl, her tiny hands clutching a makeshift microphone, mimicking her father's every move as he worked in the studio. 

He couldn't help but wonder if she had inherited his love for music, or if it was his passion for his work that had inspired her to pursue her own dreams with such fervor.

"Well," Jungkook said, breaking the silence, "we should start wrapping up. It's late." Mr. Kim nodded, his eyes lingering on the picture before he set the phone down. 

"You're right," he said, standing up and stretching. "Let's get you home. You've earned it."

Jungkook grabbed his bag and jacket from the chair, feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion. As they walked out of the studio, the cool night air was a welcome change from the stale air-conditioning. 

The city outside was alive with the hum of traffic and distant laughter. 

"You know," Jungkook began, "I never thought I'd find a producer who understands me so well."

Mr. Kim chuckled, his eyes never leaving the descending numbers. "You've got a unique style, kid," he said. "It's been a hell of a ride working with you."

"Same to you," Jungkook said, his smile mirroring the producer's. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"Hold on a sec," he said, turning to Jungkook with a sudden seriousness. 

"You ever think about what comes next?"

Jungkook cocked his head, a bit confused by the shift in tone. 

"Next?" he echoed.

Mr. Kim nodded, his eyes searching Jungkook's. 

"Yeah. You're on top of the world right now, but there's more to life than just music, you know?"

Jungkook took a moment to digest the question, his thoughts drifting to the moment he'd shared with Y/N during her visit. 

"Sure," he said, his voice a little softer than before. "But music is what I know. It's who I am."

Mr. Kim clapped him on the back. 

"I know, I know," he said. "But don't let it consume you. There's more to life than what's in there," he said, gesturing to the studio.

Jungkook nodded, understanding his mentor's concern. He knew all too well the pressures of the industry and the toll it could take on one's personal life. 

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, his voice earnest.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his chest. Mr. Kim's words echoed in his mind, prompting him to consider the future beyond the glitz and glamour of the music world.

"You've got a big heart, Jungkook," Mr. Kim said, his voice gentle. 

"Don't let the industry change that."

Jungkook nodded, feeling the weight of Mr. Kim's words. He knew the path ahead was fraught with challenges, but he was determined to stay true to himself. 

"I won't," he promised, his voice firm.

Mr. Kim nodded back, his eyes reflecting a silent understanding. 

They walked towards Mr. Kim's car, the rhythm of their footsteps syncing with the distant sound of the city's heartbeat. Jungkook broke the silence once again, "You know, I haven't been home in a while," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

"Yeah?" The producer's tone was curious. "I think it's time," Jungkook said, looking up at the neon lights of the city. "It's been too long since I saw my family." Mr. Kim's gaze followed Jungkook's, understanding the unspoken longing in his voice. "They'd love to see you, I'm sure," he said.

Jungkook nodded, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he said. "But it's more than that. I miss the simplicity of it all. The quiet mornings, the smell of mom's cooking."

Mr. Kim chuckled. "Sounds like you're due for a visit," he said, unlocking the car door. 

Jungkook slid into the passenger seat, his eyes lingering on the cityscape as the Mr. Kim started the engine. 

"I hope so," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. "It's weird, you know? Being famous and all, but still feeling like the kid who used to run around the neighbourhood."

Mr. Kim nodded as he pulled into the flow of traffic. "You're still that kid, Jungkook," he said. "Don't let the lights and cameras fool you. They're just a part of the show."

Jungkook leaned his head against the cool window, watching the city lights blur into streaks as they drove through the night. His heart felt a tug of longing for the simple life he'd left behind.

The producer's words resonated deeply within him, reminding him of his roots and the importance of staying grounded.

As they pulled up to Jungkook's apartment complex, the stark contrast between the bustling streets and the quiet residential area was palpable. 

Mr. Kim put the car in park and turned to him, his expression a blend of pride and concern. "Take some time, Jungkook," he said, his voice carrying the weight of a man who had seen too much of the world. "Go home, recharge, and remember what's truly important."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes reflecting the neon glow of the city. "I will," he said, his voice filled with a newfound resolve.

Meanwhile, in the bustling law firm across town, Y/N was deep in thought, her eyes scanning through a mountain of case files that threatened to topple over at any moment. 

Her office was a beacon of order amidst the chaos of the open-plan workspace, her desk a bastion of neatness in a sea of clutter. 

Her concentration was shattered by the abrupt ring of the office phone. She picked it up, her heart racing from the sudden noise. 

"Yes?" she barked into the receiver, expecting yet another urgent demand from a colleague.

"Y/N, the senior partner wants to see you in the conference room," the voice on the other end said. "Now."

Her heart skipped a beat. This was unexpected. She'd been burning the midnight oil for weeks, but she hadn't anticipated a meeting at this hour. 

Y/N quickly gathered her thoughts and her files, straightening her blazer and taking a deep breath before heading down the hallway. The sound of her heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing through the late-night emptiness of the law firm. 

She could feel the weight of anticipation growing heavier with every stride.

The conference room was a stark contrast to her cluttered office. It was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the sprawling cityscape outside. 

The senior partner, a sharp-featured man with a reputation for his no-nonsense approach, sat at the head of the table, his expression inscrutable. Y/N took a seat opposite him, her palms damp with nerves.

"You've been working hard," he began, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Very hard."Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. 

"Thank you, sir," she said, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts.

The senior partner leaned forward, his gaze intense. "We've noticed your dedication, and we have a case that requires that level of commitment."

Y/N's eyes widened. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. A chance to prove herself, to show that she was more than just the daughter of a legendary music producer. 

"What is it?" she asked, her voice betraying the excitement she felt.

The senior partner slid a thick file across the gleaming mahogany table. "We're taking on a high-profile case," he said.

Y/N's heart raced as she reached for the file, her fingertips brushing against the cool metal of the folder. It was the kind of case that could make or break a career. 

The kind that had the potential to change lives. She felt the weight of it in her hands, the pages thick with legal jargon and the stories of those in need of her help.

The senior partner began to lay out the details, his voice measured and precise. 

"It's a murder trial," he said. "The defendant is a man named Lyle Castellanos. He's been in the system before, but this is his first degree charge. If we win, we could set a precedent."

Y/N's eyes scanned the file, her heart racing. A murder trial. This was bigger than she had ever imagined. The gravity of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders, but she felt a strange sense of excitement. This was it, her chance to make a real difference.

"You'll need to leave for Busan tomorrow," the senior partner said, his tone no longer one of praise but of urgency. "The case is complex, and we need you to be fully prepared."

Y/N's eyes snapped up from the file. 

"Busan?" she repeated, surprise colouring her voice. The city was a world away from the bustling streets of Seoul, where the law firm was situated.

The senior partner nodded, his expression unyielding. "The case is there," he said. "We've got witnesses to interview, evidence to review. It's a fresh start for you, Y/N. A chance to show us what you're made of."

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. 

"I won't disappoint you, sir," she said, her voice firm.

The senior partner's eyes narrowed. "I'm not looking for perfection, Y/N," he said. "I'm looking for someone who won't back down from a challenge."

Y/N met his gaze without flinching. "Then you've come to the right person," she said, her voice steady. 

"I'll take the case."

[petitprincess1]

Radio Rebel (name pending?) AU

(This is me just testing the waters of how this will be received. Might make a full story or, at least, a combination of ficlets. It all depends on the interaction. Now, join me in: What if Alastor Joined The Vees)

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Annoying murmuring and blubbering happening near me. That buzzing from the hot overhead lights that are constantly in my eyes. That second one from the right. It's always flickering. Pestering me. I asked for it to get fixed and no one did a damn thing!

The blathering is getting louder, making my ears twitch at the noise. I'm sure no one in the audience is caring at all. That one skimpy-dressed rabbit is just taking pictures of herself. That light is still flickering. More twitching! More buzzing! More and more monotony! When will this fuc-

"MR. RADIO DEMON!"

Alastor left out from his thoughts upon the sudden shouting. He blinked back into reality and looked around the talk show set that he was on. The hardwood desk he was sitting in front of, the plush chairs, wooden flooring, and, yes, the guest! He cleared his throat, pushed back his shortened hair, and smiled too widely, "Ah, yes, sorry about that, my dear! It's lovely having you back on air! How's your husband?"

The Sinner stared at him with teary eyes before muttering, "Dead....sir...."

Blink. Blink. "Ah," that was all Al could muster before a loud ringing shocked his system. The Sinner began tearing up again as makeup artists rushed over to her to begin cleaning her up. Alastor watched as the "live studio audience" went off to do...whatever the hell it is that they do.

The deer demon leaned back against his chair, adjusting his tight necktie, and let out a loud sigh. His smile was much smaller as he stared at the lights that tormented him and beat down with their senseless heat. This is supposed to be Hell, and yet why is this the only time he feels as if he's being tormented by flames?

A sudden rush of static coursed up Alastor’s spine, making his ears rise in alert and hair slightly rise. He sat up slightly straighter as a bolt of neon blue electricity shot down in front of his desk. Within the blink of an eye, the pure energy formed into his.....business partner. Al greeted, "Good morning, Vox! Judging by your twitching brow, I take it you saw this stunning broadcast?"

Vox's twitched brow suddenly stopped as a large, "friendly" grin appeared on his flat face. He chimed back leaning onto Alastor's desk, "That's right~ And I gotta say, Al....that was absolutely the worst fucking thing that I ever could've seen! So, would you kindly explain what exactly that was...please?"

The rad- deer demon stood up from his desk and scoffed, straightening out his jacket, "Oh, it's nothing, my friend. Just simply was distracted by that light that I told you many times that keeps flickering. You did say that you'd eventually look into it, but I didn't think that meant our entire undead lives! Hahaha!"

A distorted, broken-down laugh track came from Alastor. The TV host just blinked at Al and was very unamused by his humor. However, he just wrapped an elbow around the, now-stiffened, deer as he chuckled humorlessly. Vox patted his chest, "Now, now, Alastor. This isn't just an isolated incident. I'd be perfectly fine, but...this is like the 10th time this week and that makes me worry for you."

He pulled away from Al, kept him arms-length, and with his hands on the cervidae's shoulders. He sighed, "Come on, buddy. This is a safe place. No need to hold back on your partner, right?"

Alastor corrected, removing Vox's hands from his person, "Business partner. Also, I'm sorry that I don't exactly care for whatever woes someone wishes to force onto me."

"Well, yeah, no shit! No one cares for what that fucking COW says!" Vox shouted, turning his head towards the bovine Sinner. The widow wept as she ran off the set, forcing the lackeys to chase her down. The smaller Overlord took another breath as he took Alastor by the hand and made him sit down in his armchair.

He went behind the demon, dropped his arms down Al's chest, and whispered near his ear, "Are you still mad at me, Al~?"

Alastor's eye twitched as his smile widened into a grimace as he tilted his head away from Vox. The TV demon snickered lowly as he hummed, "I was right, wasn't I? Come on now. Don't be upset. We made a consented deal that would benefit both of us. We work together on this. Your happiness is my happiness and your pain is mine~"

Al felt a nip on his ear that made a loud screeching sound abrupt from him. He suddenly stood up and hit Vox in the face, causing the other's screen to turn to static in shock. The deer Overlord immediately moved away from the other as he casually continued the conversation, "Yes, yes, I'm aware. It's just that I don't see why exactly I need to do...this mundane garbage. Even though I am not a fan, a simple podcast is much closer to my style. Don't you agree?"

It took a few seconds for Vox's screen to turn back to normal before he groaned in annoyance. He rolled his eyes before stating, "Yeah, of course it is. However, you don't exactly see many people lining up to sell their souls for that shit. Well, unless you count those who are middle-aged or singles wanting to be raw-dogged by the next serial killer. You don't get to see and experience the desperation on wayward's souls faces! And, besides, how many can say they've been in the same room as the radio demon~?"

"I actually feel like more could-"

"Shut up. It was rhetorical," the object head cut Al off before he went onto his phone. Alastor tried to peer over his shoulder, but another unnerving shock went up his spine and caused him to move back. Vox smirked at the obedience before he turned around and said, "Alright, fine. How's about this? Why don't you take some time off, ay? You know, clear your mind and get some air.....until you're back on by ten, that is. I'm sure all of this can be resolved after, I don't know, getting something to eat or whatever."

Alastor's ears flattened against his head as he started, smile becoming small once more, "I actually haven't been-"

"ROTTEN BITCH-!!"

Both Vox and Al were shocked by various shouting and crashing going on above them. The TV demon growled in frustration at the nuisance. He told Alastor, "Hold that thought. Someone's being an obnoxious prick, yet again."

Vox turned around to cup Alastor’s cheek, making the other's ear twitch. His thumb rubbed against his grayed skin before he suddenly turned into electricity that traveled through the various cables on the floor. Al just shuddered once he was alone and muttered, "Pompous prick..."

(That's all you get, for right now. There's still more to this first chapter! Lmk what you guys think! Reblogs are very much appreciated :3c)

[writemekpop]

I Kissed the President (Part 3) | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: You're an undercover journalist digging for dirt on billionaire Jung Jaehyun. You'd do anything to get the story. Even fuck him... But what happens when he finds out you're lying?

Genre: Smut, angst, drama

Word Count: 0.9k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ❤️

Your editor has asked you to interview Jaehyun on live national television.

When you enter the dressing room of the TV show, everyone cheers your name, but it only makes you feel worse. 

Then you’re sitting opposite Jaehyun, the studio lights burning into your face like the midday sun.

Jaehyun is breath-taking in his sombre black coat. But he won’t even look at you. 

“Mr Jung, it true that you illegally solicited a sex worker?” you ask, reading from the script on the teleprompter.

Jaehyun’s eyes are an empty black. “Yes.”

“And is it also true that you are not part of the Jung line – but are an adoptee, a fact your family tried to keep secret?” 

He hesitates. “Yes.” 

You see the next line flash up on the screen: Is it fair to say that to the nation, you are a stranger? 

A wisp of air struggles on your lips, refusing to form words. 

You know that if you don’t do what you’re told, you will lose your job. But you cannot look Jaehyun in the eye and betray him. 

Slowly, you say, “Would you agree that you are not an elite, but the first president who is a ‘man of the people’?” 

Colour rushes to Jaehyun’s cheeks.

You continue, “Thanks to our great country’s welfare system, you rose from abject poverty to become a presidential candidate. Your story is one to inspire all Koreans. And… for that reason, you have just made the decision to increase your party’s welfare spending by over 15%. Is that right?” 

Jaehyun wears your favourite look – astonishment mixed with pleasure. He grins, and says, “You are absolutely correct…” 

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Jaehyun Jung becomes the youngest ever president of South Korea. 

You lost your job. That was expected. A stack of empty Ben-and-Jerry cartons totter next to your sofa. 

You expected to feel furious at Jaehyun. Really, you’re happy that he’s achieved his dream.  

You only realise that you loved him now that he’s gone. At night, you remember the beautiful look of the blood rushing into his cheeks when he was embarrassed, and your heart hurts. 

One rainy night, you are especially depressed… when you hear a soft tap on your window. 

You run to the window and see… Jaehyun. 

He is standing in front of a long black car, holding a stone in his palm. 

Your heart thudding in your chest, you run down the stairs, forgetting about your scrappy pyjamas. 

Jaehyun’s strong, graceful body is silhouetted against the moonlight. 

Rivulets of rain run over his cheeks. The look in his eyes is not kind. In fact, it is a little frightening. 

He steps closer, and you fight the urge to shrink away. 

“You-“ he says, then falls silent, too angry to speak. “I told you things I’ve never told anyone, and you used me. Y/N.” You shiver at the sound of your real name on his lips.  

“You got what you wanted,” you say. “Why are you here?” 

“You’re right,” Jaehyun says. “I shouldn’t be here. I hate you.”

You no longer want to shrink away from his warm body. You want to move closer. You watch drops of water run over his plump pink lips. 

His voice is soft now. “I should hate you.”

You clasp the sides of Jaehyun’s neck and kiss him. 

This kiss is different to the last one. There is an urgency to Jaehyun’s hands. They roam over your body as if you might disappear any second. This is not sympathy, or affection, it is hunger. A hunger so strong it might swallow you both up. 

You pull him into your bedroom. 

You hear the soft thump of Jaehyun’s clothes on the floor. You feel the slight roughness of his palms as they stroke up your bare thighs. You smell the thick, dizzying scent of him on the air. You close your eyes and let every part of you press up against him…

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When the sunlight beams through the windows, you wake up. Your body is tangled in Jaehyun’s. 

Jaehyun, with his hair a mess and his eyes half-glued together, is beautiful. When he wakes up, you are nervous. Did last night mean as much to him as it did to you? 

But then, he kisses you, long and deep, and says, “Next time, we should really do this at my place. Your apartment is a dump.”

And you laugh, the strong swell of relief surprising you. 

Over steaming hot lattes, you make fun of everything Jaehyun said in his inauguration speech, and Jaehyun complains that the photo they put of him in your article showed his ‘bad side’. 

But you’re holding hands. Your stomach tingles with excitement. 

At one point, you interrupt Jaehyun. “Oh my god,” you say. “I can’t believe I’m dating the president.” 

Jaehyun grins. “We’re dating, are we?” 

You blush.

But then, Jaehyun kisses your hair, and says, in a tone that vibrates with pride, “I can’t believe Y/n is my girlfriend.” He looks at you. “Come work on my press team. We need someone like you.” You shake your head. “Sorry, but I have a plan. I’m starting my own newspaper. What do you think about The Daily Worker?”

Jaehyun smiles. “I will never understand you. Let me spend the rest of my life trying?”    

You pull him closer. “I’d like that.” 

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[yepthatsacowalright]

"Reality Takes A Holiday" as the finale for Eerie Indiana is so important to me and I'll tell you why.

First off, I'm pretty sure it was the first time I ever saw what a set looked like, what a script looked like, and how many people work behind the scenes to make a show. It got me curious to learn more, which then sort of altered the whole trajectory of my life, so that's a weird and fascinating to think about. Specifically, I really liked the fact that studio lots had golf carts, and one of my longest standing childhood dreams was to drive one. I didn't even need to be doing anything important. I just yearned to be, for a brief moment in time, a golf cart person on an LA back lot.

Then, years ago when I moved to LA and got my first ever production assistant job, I GOT TO DRIVE THE CART AROUND THE STUDIO! It was everything I hoped it would be, and easily the best part of that job. And that job, by the way, was at CBS Radford Studios. Which I remember even at the time thinking, 'Hehe Radford, like Mr. Radford.' Not realizing THAT'S WHERE THE CHARACTER GOT HIS NAME. Eerie Indiana FILMED AT RADFORD STUDIOS. I was living my golf cart fantasy at the EXACT SAME PLACE that I had seen and dreamed of golf carting, which is such a strange fact that I wish I'd known when I was working there because what are the fucking odds? But, to bring it back to the actual storyline of the episode (spoilers ahead btw), I love that there's the line, "'If he's not back by the final shot, the network's gonna cancel all of us!" Because Marshall writes himself out of the reality where Eerie Indiana is a TV show. So he isn't back by the final shot. And the network does cancel all of them. I love the implication that the town being a fictional place watched by an audience was just another part of Eerie's weirdness. That the brief time it was on the air was a blip of realities connecting and Marshall fixed it by choosing to go back. He and Simon continue their investigations, we just don't get to follow along anymore. It is the most satisfying ending to a short lived series I've ever seen, and I think that's why it's stuck with me for decades. It feels like an honest way to end something that no one working on it wanted to end. Were it up to them, they would rewrite the ending and go back, too.

[facioleeknow]

Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Snippet of my upcoming fanfiction, it is available fully on my Kofi otherwise it will be posted on tumblr in five days on the 1st of april.

TW for the snippet: Greek mythology au, adonis!hyunjin, model!hyunjin, make up artist! reader

tw for the whole fic: smut (more detailed warnings will be posted with the whole fic), angry hyunjin, borderline asshole hyunjin, emotionally constipated hyunjin

My Kofi <3

Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

[kwebtv]

TV Guide - July 4 - 10, 1964

Raymond William Stacy Burr (May 21, 1917 – September 12, 1993) Actor, primarily known for his title roles in the television dramas Perry Mason and Ironside. He was prominently involved in multiple charitable endeavors, such as working on behalf of the United Service Organizations.

Burr emerged as a prolific television character actor in the 1950s. He made his television debut in 1951, appearing in episodes of Stars Over Hollywood, The Bigelow Theatre, Family Theater and the debut episode of Dragnet. He went on to appear in such programs as Gruen Playhouse, Four Star Playhouse, Ford Theatre, Lux Video Theatre, Mr. and Mrs. North, Schlitz Playhouse of Stars and Playhouse 90

Burr moved from CBS to Universal Studios, where he played the title role in the television drama Ironside, which ran on NBC from 1967 to 1975.

After Ironside went off the air, NBC failed in two attempts to launch Burr as the star of a new series. In a two-hour television movie format, Mallory: Circumstantial Evidence aired in February 1976.   In 1977, Burr starred in the short-lived TV series Kingston: Confidential.  He took on a shorter project next, playing an underworld boss in a six-hour miniseries, 79 Park Avenue.

He won two Emmy Awards, in 1959 and 1961, for the role of Perry Mason, which he played for nine seasons (1957–1966) and reprised in a series of 26 television films (1985–1993). His second TV series, Ironside, earned him six Emmy nominations and two Golden Globe nominations. (Wikipedia)\

Erle Stanley Gardner (July 17, 1889 – March 11, 1970) was an American lawyer and author. He is best known for the Perry Mason series of detective stories, but he wrote numerous other novels and shorter pieces and also a series of nonfiction books, mostly narrations of his travels through Baja California and other regions in Mexico.

The best-selling American author of the 20th century at the time of his death, Gardner also published under numerous pseudonyms, including A.A. Fair, Kyle Corning, Charles M. Green, Carleton Kendrake, Charles J. Kenny, Stephen Caldwell, Les Tillray and Robert Parr. (Wikipedia)

[mutant-what-not]

Classic Retrovision Milestones

64 years ago today, November 19, 1959, The Rocky & Bullwinkle Show premiered. (known as Rocky & His Friends during the first two seasons and as The Bullwinkle Show for the last three seasons) It originally aired from November 19, 1959, to June 27, 1964, on the ABC and NBC television networks. Produced by Jay Ward Productions, the series is structured as a variety show, with the main feature being the serialized adventures of the two title characters, the anthropomorphic moose Bullwinkle and flying squirrel Rocky. The main adversaries in most of their adventures are the Russian-like spies Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. Supporting segments include Dudley Do-Right (a parody of old-time melodrama), Peabody's Improbable History (a dog and his pet boy Sherman traveling through time), and Fractured Fairy Tales (classic fairy tales retold in comic fashion), among others.

Rocky & Bullwinkle is known for quality writing and wry humor. Mixing puns, cultural and topical satire, and self-referential humor, it appealed to adults as well as children. It was also one of the first cartoons whose animation was outsourced; storyboards were shipped to Gamma Productions, a Mexican studio also employed by Total Television. The art has a choppy, unpolished look and the animation is extremely limited even by television animation standards at the time. Yet the series has long been held in high esteem by those who have seen it; some critics described the series as a well-written radio program with pictures.

The show was shuffled around several times (airing in afternoon, prime time, and Saturday morning time slots), but was influential to other animated series from The Simpsons to Rocko's Modern Life. Segments from the series were later recycled in the Hoppity Hooper show.

There have been numerous feature film adaptations of the series' various segments, such as the 2000 film The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle which blended live-action and computer animation and the 1999 live-action film Dudley Do-Right, which both received poor reviews and were financially unsuccessful. By contrast, an animated feature film adaptation of the "Peabody's Improbable History" segment, Mr. Peabody & Sherman, was released to good reviews in 2014.

Mr. Peabody will star in a new reboot series picked up for 13-episodes.

In 2013, Rocky and His Friends and The Bullwinkle Show were ranked the sixth Greatest TV Cartoon of All Time by TV Guide.