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osaevsky · 3 months

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hello!! congratulations on 100~ followers, i love your works sm ^o^

so, i wanted to request something for the 100 milestone event thingy. what about tachihara with prompt 11 + maybe heavy angst? i feel like it'd work out well ngl, considering his situation and stuff. and if you arent doing angst, you can choose if it'll be sfw or nsfw, thank you so much!

may i be 🦀 anon?

niko's 100 followers event.

i spoil it all by saying something stupid ⠀⠀⚝ after being blinded, tachihara spends some time at the hospital to recover for his wounds, and you decide to pay him a visit. included: tachihara michizou.⠀; ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; word count: 1.8k + warnings: not really proof read. gender neutral reader, unestablished relationship, somewhat angsty, talks of wounds & tachihara's own ideals / thoughts he has after the event, feelings of lonliness and assimilation of trauma, one mention of slashing, and a somewhat fluffy ending.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; author's note: hi!! and thank you so much ♡ firstly, of course you may be 🦀 anon, and secondly, you've picked one of my favorite prompts from the event lol. i did my best with this, i couldn't really bring myself to do heavy angst since i'm not really capable of doing so (i'm even more afraid of doing tachihara ooc-) but anyway! hope this is to your liking!

Losing is not in anyone's plans, of course.

The idea of losing was far away from him, and although he noticed it got closer in dangerous situations, he still wanted to imagine that failure would never be part of his result. The idea of losing something, losing someone, losing an ability; It was all so unknown that he relied on the feeling of victory.

The comfort and security that it gives a human being to fully trust the idea of winning and cling to it as he stood in front of the greatest uncertainty, the greatest possible danger that someone could face at some point in life.

Taking that a leap of faith to grant oneself a single vote of confidence that others would not have even given. It was all child's play, just nonsense. A “maybe” so poorly pronounced whenever doubts plagued his mind, wondering if it was worth it. As if ‘’maybe’’ was really the last word he could murmur before smiling, boldly facing the danger of each mission.

Although clearly, no actual game resembles the work one had to undergo as a hunting dog, or as a port mafia member at that: not even the pressure of having to carry out something alone, nor the pain, nor the loneliness, nor the loss.

Tachihara stopped being aware due to the adrenaline, leaving behind all the constant flurry of doubts, of the “what ifs”. He was driven by pride, justice and urgency to do the right thing and put an end to a common evil. In exchange for nothing. Precisely for that: nothing.

In exchange for helping others, perhaps. He liked to think that from time to time, to camouflage his true desire to find himself. Definitely, his greatest goal had always been to find himself.

Being able to overcome his own fears and achieve success with fervor. But now, did he have anything left? He doubted it, and the pain of doubt was greater than the physical pain, even after acknowledging that his wounds were permanent and would not be cured.

He had been in the hospital for days. Tedious days that did not leave him at any ease; not even in moments of absolute solitude, where he sought to get used to that feeling, and above all, assimilate the situation in which he found himself.

Alone, in the hospital, receiving care without being able to actually believe that everything he had fought for now had been left behind a slash to his eyes. Well, he was able to, but he did not want to; it was different.

He couldn't fool himself either: he wasn't alone... so to speak. It was not truly a deception, he had received visitors. His companions had given him the honor when speaking about what happened, saying he at least tried - he took on a particular hatred for the word after that - to fight on his behalf against a greater evil.

Tachihara received words, hugs, candid touches and some labored breaths, as if returning the favor of the visit, as was the case with Gin, one afternoon who decided to appear in his hospital room, subjected her to immense sadness.

Doctors had informed him that he was going to leave sooner than later by that point. One day less before he could set foot on land that was not enclosed between four hospital walls, get rid of the smell of medications, the feel of bandages, and the effect of imprisonment that was nauseating as the count of days of care increased.

Among the few moments of calm that he could find that afternoon, a sound made him move his head forward, unconsciously searching for the door, following the sound. Knock Knock knock.

He did not answer. He was waiting for confirmation, for the voice of any nurse or doctor asking for permission to enter, but none of that came. Knock Knock knock. He let out a simple “go ahead.”

The discomfort that was brought up during small moments of silence was something he was not used to, but now it was broken by the sound of footsteps that changed the aura that was being created in the room.

Almost hesitant steps, and a second sound, as if some hands were shuffling an object covered in plastic or made of such. It was frustrating not being able to know what that thing or person was that had just entered.

“Hello, Tachi.” A murmur full of inconsistency in the tone, which almost made him second guess if it was the same person he had associated that voice with. ''Sorry for being so late, I stopped to buy something before coming.''

The footsteps were heard again when little by little you approached Tachihara's bed, your presence becoming more and more noticed by the other. Tachihara scrunched up the bridge of his nose as the thing between your hands made a new sound, making his ears hurt. He assumed it was a plastic bag, with several objects inside it.

''Don't apologize, it's not necessary.'' His words came out weak, accompanying his state at that time.

Every second felt heavy, a pressure consuming him from inside every time he couldn't find a way to fill those moments of silence between the two of you.

A hand pulled him out of his thoughts. Noticing how you perched it on top of his, providing mere caresses on the back of his with your thumb. It was as if you had already noticed that something was preventing him from speaking, something was weighing him down among those thoughts that occupied his mind.

“You said you bought something, right?” He cocked his head to the side, guided by the feel of your hand. ''Tell me you bought something to eat. I’ve never liked hospital food and I am tired of always eating the same shit meals.''

He was caught off guard hearing your laugh. He didn't remember the last time he had heard it, but he could discern the feeling of yearning it gave him to hear it back once more.

''I have something, yes. It's really nothing but... I guess it will help. I have some fruit to leave you for later… and I hope you don't mind eating a sandwich and drinking soda for now.''

It was Tachihara's moment to laugh, making a small gesture with his free hand. He waited patiently for you to pick up the sandwiches from their containers, as well as listening to the metallic click of the tabs on the cans, before opening his hand and waiting for you to hand him something.

Upon receiving one of the sandwiches, he put it in his mouth without much preamble, the rest of the rustling and movement indicating to him that you were placing the cans on the table closest to his bed.

''Are they treating you well in the hospital?''

It was a question that, in another context, would have been ironic. Perhaps at another time he would have given the doctors a story to tell to their colleagues, but after the incident, there was little left for him to be able to rebel against anyone. He had no reason left.

Tachihara shrugged, a sigh exhaled through his nose.

''Yes, you could say so. I've already told you that the food is absolute shit, but otherwise... it's good.'' He didn't recognize himself, speaking in a tone so solemn that it even caused him to feel weird. “I want to get out of here and not have to think about this again.”

The last sentence denoted a particular rage, punctuating each word as if he were spitting them out instead of talking it with you. He took advantage of the newly established silence to continue eating, opening his hand in a gesture of request once he finished, showing that he wanted the can.

He felt a caress against his fingers as you brought the drink to him, a chuckle coming from you as Tachihara raised his eyebrows curiously. A certain heat filled his cheeks, and a clearing of his throat made it clear that he was readying himself to speak, moving his head to the other side.

“Can I be honest with you?” Before you could answer, Tachihara continued speaking. ''I didn't want you to see me like that. I guess you didn't have anything better to do, right?''

The bitterness was predictable in his tone of voice, even if he hid it behind a lopsided smile. He was upset, anxious. He felt bad about himself and he was aware of his situation, now more than ever having you by his side, having you to see him like this, and taking care of him as if he were capable of nothing.

And he wasn't, at least not for certain things anymore. He had to hide a fright when you placed one of your hands on his thigh.

''Nothing of that. Since what happened I wanted to see how... how you were doing, you know what I mean.'' An inexplicable sound cut off your sentence before being able to continue properly. ''Well, that... It's not what you thought I was here for, I just wanted to see you.''

Tachihara took a deep breath, the hand holding the can shaking for a second before he tightened his grip, bringing it to his mouth so he could spare himself any more stupid comments. What was he supposed to say? “I missed you too”? ''I need your company.''? “Why haven't you come before?”

He couldn't allow it. He couldn't afford to question you about anything. After drinking, he noticed another shake to the plastic bag where you had brought the food, and a smell permeated the room: something sweet, well known for him and his senses.

''Apart from the food, I brought you something else.'' Your voice was now a whisper, returning to the insecurity that had taken over the situation as when you set foot in the room for the first time. ''I bought you flowers.''

Tachihara was no longer going to hide his doubts from him, at least not given the confusion that statement made him. ''For what?''

''There has to be a reason?''

Tachihara unconsciously wanted to cross his fingers, hoping he wasn't the only one who began to notice another wave of heat crossing his body, invading his face for the second time; although the laughter that was heard was enough to give you away, and make it clear to him that he, in fact, was blushing again. And what came next only accentuated his blush.

''I missed you, Tachi.''

He did too. And perhaps the act of missing you was not so unthinkable when he noticed for the first time how his free hand was feeling the surface of the bed towards one of the sides, looking for you, and offering a sigh of relief when he noticed that you received without offering a complaint and providing a slight tug to his fingers, as if you wanted to pull him closer.

It was a silent ‘’thank you’’, an ‘’I love you’’ without the need for more words exchanged.

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bafvkun · 3 months

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Now that I finished MDZS I wanna talk about a scene real quick that I think a lot might kinda forget because of its placement in the story.

Im referring to when Lan Zhan inflicted on himself a brand on the chest with the Wen Clan’s iron branding. The brand is mentioned for the first time at the very beginning of the story in the first volume when they came back to Gusu from mount Dafan.

But it’s only explained in the last volume and actually last chapter of the series (not including the extras). What I meant while evoking the « placement » is that the explanation happens during a smut scene. While I have nothing against smut and enjoyed this one thoroughly I think it kind of diminishes the impact of what Lan Zhan actually did to his own body.

Giving such an important lore bit during a hot scene makes it that the reader isn’t in the right state of mind to actually really comprehend so let’s put all this back into context.

At that moment of his life Lan Zhan suffered heavy injuries due to the 33 disciple whips he received on his back, he was also greatly shaken by all that was happening regarding Wei Ying. While he was recovering his worse fear actually happened, Wei Ying’s powers backfired on him and did end up killing him. He must have felt the greatest dread he’s ever faced and a regret he would never quite forget, the regret of letting Wei Ying alone in order to get his punishment instead of protecting him and staying with him till the end, no matter if he died or not.

This all resulted into Lan Zhan dragging his heavily injured body to Burial Mounds in search of his body, only to find nothing, not a single trace of the one he loved so dearly he sacrificed so much for already. All he found was a kid that he brought back with him.

But then, the branding iron. Lan Zhan, and I really insist on LAN ZHAN out of all men, drank his sorrow away. It’s totally against his Clan’s rules that he respects more than anyone, he even fought against Wei Ying because of this same very rule but he took the bottle seemingly without much hesitation.

We all know by that time of the story that Lan Zhan under the influence of alcohol is a hell of a ride, he does anything and everything that goes through his mind, no matter the consequences. What was on his mind ? Finding Wei Ying’s flute, so he went searching where the Lan Clan hides their treasures, he of course unfortunately did not find it, it being in Jiang Cheng’s possession.

But it just happened that Lan Zhan, with his judgment clouded by alcohol, spotted the branding iron of the Wen Clan, the same very one that branded Wei Ying’s torso a few years prior. He took it and used it on himself. Does anyone realize just how horrible that is ?

He took a BRANDING IRON from a clan that repressed everyone and thought themselves gods and MUTILATED his body even further, just in the hopes to get a bit closer to Wei Ying by any given mean. Just imagine the pain that must have taken onto him, but he did it and didn’t even seem to regret afterwards.

His body was pure as jade, smooth as glass and yet, on two occasions he did not take any consequences in consideration and did things that would mark his beautiful and precious body forever, not even knowing if Wei Ying would ever come back.

If he couldn’t have Wei Ying’s body he would mark his own flesh with the same injury that one decorated his own. This scene is actually fucking insane, I feel like I need to repeat over and over cause damn ! Lan Zhan DRANK before MUTILATING himself with a branding iron from a clan that didn’t respect him nor his own clan just to feel something, just to prove his love further cause it had nowhere to go, because his suffering was stuck in his heart.

I can’t imagine how many times he looked at his reflection, looking at the brand mark on his chest. It makes me feel absolutely dreadful.

So as I said earlier smut is really cool but this scene, I personally think, could have been put in a context that actually showed how grave what Lan Zhan did was.

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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Dependence Pt. 5 (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

Alternatively Titled: We Ain't Angry At You Love, You're The Greatest Thing We Lost I am getting this lyric tattooed on my body I'm dead serious

Characters: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Logan

Word Count: 1,879

Inspired By: You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: All I have is the snippet to listen to and it makes me sob every time. I'm thinking of moving 1k miles away from my family, from my home, from everything, and every bone in my body wishes they felt the way this song feels. Every nerve in my body wants them to feel this way. I hope they'll miss me that much. Anyways, it reminded me of Baby Roy and the Succession finale. Yes I did cry while writing, what about it lol!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Dependence Pt. 1 / Dependence Pt. 2 / Dependence Pt. 3 / Dependence Pt. 4

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

You’re gonna go far, he says into you, his arms tight around you. You try to stop yourself from crying. Again. Sniffling into him, into his shoulder. Everything about this moment makes you want to turn around. To call the whole thing off. But then, how can you call off an entire lifetime? Your bags linger at your feet, everything you could fit into two suitcases. You didn’t start out like this, the day didn’t start out like this, but as it progressed, as things fell into place, you realized there was no place for you. In their lives, of course. Connor promised you your old room again, if you ever wanted to visit. But this place, this apartment, this city, it wasn’t yours anymore. It wasn’t home. You’re not sure it ever was to begin with. You remember to call me when you land, okay? An,whenever you need someone to talk to, I’m always here. He has this shake in his voice, the kind that tells you he’s doing his very best to keep himself together. Composed. You can’t say anything, the words getting caught in your throat. Instead you just nod, sobbing into his sweater. He holds you tighter, rubbing your back. When he stops, he cups your face, meeting your teary eyes, wiping your cheeks. Pops would be so proud of you. He wouldn’t. He never was. But at some point you have to stop chasing something that never existed, something you can never have. You smile for Connor’s sake. Maybe he really believes it. Maybe he’s just saying it. Either way, you’re glad you went to him. You’re glad you told him. You’re gonna so far, you have no idea. He sighs, as if the words have been sitting on his chest for a long time. As if this is the first time in your life he’s felt real, genuine relief. You want to be held a little longer. You want to be loved the only way a father, a father by choice rather than blood, could ever love their child. Without conditions, without restraints, without a ceiling or a floor. Infinite. Beautiful. You’ll have to let go eventually, part ways, but for now he holds you like he did when you were an infant. Never could he have imagined the life you’d live. It was a fantastic surprise. You were a fantastic surprise.

You continue to awe him every single day.

You catch him at the bar, nursing a martini. Your hands begin to shake, but you settle them at your side, sitting beside him. You can do this. He wasn’t expecting you, sliding his drink away from you. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. You can be around it, you have to in order to say goodbye. He notices the luggage before you have the chance to say anything. Going somewhere? You bite your inner cheek. Yes, actually. He turns to you. His stitches have opened, the wound bright and red. Angry. You try to read his expression. There’s a hint of fear. He saw you in that bed, screaming, crying, begging not to be alive anymore. You knew he meant it out of love, but you couldn’t face it anymore. You couldn’t be looked at like that anymore. If you wanted a fresh start, a real one, you had to get away. You had to find somewhere with people who saw you for you, not your mistakes, not your darkest moments. Somewhere inside him, he understood that. Somewhere inside him, he wanted the same thing. Leaving for him wasn’t an option, though. Is that so? What does Mummy think about that? He sips his drink. You don’t want to roll your eyes at him. You don’t want to be annoyed with him. You’re not sure how long it’ll be before you’ll see him again. I, I didn’t tell her. I’m not telling her. He lets your answer settle for a moment. You’re not sure what he’s thinking. You never have been sure. Roman could be so unreadable, so unpredictable. You keep talking, trying to fill the silence, a lump developing in your throat. You’re speaking so fast, almost hysterical. You have to explain yourself. You have to explain yourself or you’ll die. I have to get away. I’m not sure for how long, I just, I can’t be here anymore. I have to stay sober and I can’t do that here. It’s not because of you, because of any of you, I want you to know that. I’m, I’m sorry if that upsets you or makes you ang- But he interrupts you, leaning over, hugging you. Not as tight as Connor. It’s as if he’s afraid to touch you still, afraid to hurt you. Gentle. You feel his muscles tense then relax. Whatever you gotta do, you do. Just don’t scare me like that again. You promise him it will never happen again.

It won’t. It doesn’t. The hurt from home doesn’t follow you, wherever you go.

You can’t reach the other two. You try calling, the deja vu twisting your stomach. The last time you tried to reach them, the last time. . . No. Stop it. This isn’t that. You’re better now. Shiv picks up, waiting for you to talk. You don’t care what happened. You don’t care what went down in that boardroom. You don’t care that he’s CEO now, that you lost. She’s your sister. The same sister that comforted you after nightmares, who iced your bruises, who wanted the best for you from day one. Whatever happened couldn’t change that. She gave you so many chances, time after time, and you let her down. You let everyone down. She still cares, she always would. You would, too. The words come up, out, before you can stop them. How much you love her, how much you’re going to miss her, how badly you need this, how much you wish you could be with her right now. You hear her take a sharp inhale in, a shudder in her voice. I’ll come and visit, yeah? Wherever you end up, I’ll be there, okay? You nod. Yeah, yeah of course. You can feel your eyes well up again. She was your big sister, the only maternal figure you’d ever known. It wasn’t your mother who shushed you to sleep at night, holding you close. It wasn’t your mother who gasped at the bruises you gave yourself in a fit of rage. It wasn’t your mother who climbed into that hospital bed with you when you were sick and scared and didn’t want to fall asleep alone. It was Shiv. You're Shivy. Your sister. Do you have everything packed? Always fretting, always worrying. Yes, Mom. You laugh. You know she’ll be a good mother. Maybe she doesn’t think so, maybe Tom doesn’t, but you do. She took care of you your whole life. She’s still trying to. You um, you have your chargers? Extra socks? Do you need me to- I’ll be okay, you interrupt. You’re both quiet for a moment, taking one another in. You can feel her wanting. Wanting to reach through the phone and kiss your cheek, to hold you so close your hearts beat at the same time. Wanting to keep you there forever, not wanting to let go.

She always knew this day would come, though. You’d always had big plans. You could never be confined like the rest of them.

You couldn’t reach Kendall. It went straight to voicemail. So you sat in the lobby of Waystar, trying to figure out exactly how to put it. Every thought in your mind, every thank you and I’m sorry and forgive me and I forgive you. Everything that’s ever sat between you two into a compact, meaningful message. You didn’t want to worry him, that was the last time you wanted, for any of them. You sat and watched everyone pass by. They were celebrating the new owner, one of the biggest deals they’d ever made. Some on their way to get drunk, others drunk already. Too much champagne. Finally, after a long time, you called again, listening to his voice play the message. Kendall, it’s me, you start. What next? You’re sorry. You’re sorry for putting them through all that you’ve put them through. The alcohol, the drugs, all those scary nights where they didn’t know where you were, if you were okay. All those nights where you weren’t sure where you were, if you’d make it out. You were sorry for calling him that night, for putting the blame on him if anything happened. You were sorry for blaming him. For not being the baby sibling he deserved. He deserved better, he expected better. I’m uh, I’ll be out of town for a while. You forgave him. You forgave him for all those outbursts, all those times he hurt you and Shiv and Con and especially Rome. You forgave him for turning into your father, the man you despised, the man you feared, the man you loved. I’ll be okay. I won’t, I’m not, I’m clean. I’ll stay that way. You loved him. You loved him despite the fear, despite the outbursts, despite the narrow path he chose to take. You loved him, and love him, because he’s your brother. He begged for you to stay awake, stay conscious. He wanted you to live even when you didn’t. That night, he looked like a ghost. I’m gonna miss you. A lot. Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me, for being there, you want to say. Thank you for being the best brother you could given the circumstances. Thank you for protecting me from him, from everyone. Call me when you can. I love you. Bye.

This isn’t some magic answer to your sobriety. This isn’t a cure. Hell, it might be you running away again. Who knows? But you can feel it, finally. The anger, the rage, the wrath. That burden starts to feel less heavy day by day. It won’t disappear completely. You’re a Roy, it’s in your blood, in your genes. But it gets easier to carry, to hold, to take with you everywhere. You don’t want to cave in, not as much. Sure, a strong drink would help, but you made promises. You made promises you’d like to keep. Promises to yourself and to your family. You’d call Connor when you landed, wherever that is. You’ll tell Shivy, too, so she can come and visit. You’ll check in with Rome and give Kendall another call. Hopefully this time he picks up. Hopefully this time you can have a real conversation, you can talk to him, really thank him for all that he’s done. But you know your place is not here. Your people are, they always will. That mausoleum will be waiting for you like it waits for them. Eternity you’ll get to spend by their sides. Now though, now you have the choice. The choice to get better. The choice to get away. The choice to be free. You’ll see them again, you always will. They’re your brothers, your sister, the people who raised you. You’ll see them again despite the distance.

They can’t get rid of you that easily.

#writing #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy imagine #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy imagine #roman roy x reader #succession #succession imagine #succession x reader

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s-creations · 4 months

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Roleplay

It was easy to think he'd been a hero this entire time. After all, with everyone backing him, Geno felt he'd been accomplished so much.

But, staring down his greatest enemy, making sure someone he cared for was safe, Geno wasn't sure if he was really meant to be a hero.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Harsh look at reality, It's not always roses, Geno's protective of Gaz, Geno/Mario is a background item, But I'm still making it count!, Smithy's kind of a jerk, There is fire and mentions of burning buildings, Geno gets a little shaken.

Make from @nintendonut1's art: Link

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me, Gaz. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

Smithy had not taken being defeated well. Instead of falling, as the team had been expecting, the villain had doubled down. Burning red eyes seemed to narrow down on Geno as he stood once more. Declaring he wasn’t going to hide away in his factory any more. That this takeover needed a more direct touch.

Starting with Rose Town.

Geno had never felt so cold before.

Even with the fact they all practically left the portal at the same time, Smithy somehow got a lead. The party arrived in said town with it already on fire. Numerous troupes from Smithy’s gang rushed around and away once the heroes engaged. Mario called for everyone to spread out to help where they could.

Geno was gone before the human finished.

Sturdy footfalls carried him down a path he’d felt uneven walking on only a few days ago. Now only stumbling to avoid the crumbling homes and structures. Still focused on arriving at his destination as quickly as possible.

He shouldn’t feel so sick upon seeing the familiar house up in flames. But it took everything in him to not collapse at the sight.

“Gaz!” the puppet desperately called out, “Gaz, where are you! Can you hear me? Gaz!”

He flinched away as the fire flared up. Feeling as if his soul was crumbling away as the front started to collapse.

“GAZ!”

“G-Geno?”

Relife he’d never felt before seemed to slam into his chest hearing the timid voice. A familiar small Toad just peeking out from the edge of the forest. Clearly terrified and covered with a bit of ash, but otherwise well.

“Gaz… Grambi Above, Gaz!” Gaining strength in his legs once more, Geno rushed over to said child. Feeling comfort by the weight he now carried in his arm. “You’re okay… Are you hurt? Where’s your mother? Where’s anyone?”

“W-We’re all in the forest,” Gaz sniffed weakly, “‘M okay. What’s h-happening?”

Geno faltered as he tried to figure out what he could say about this. “I…I wasn’t able to stop the bad guy fast enough. I’m sorry…”

“But you’re here to stop them now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah of course! I’m going to stop them before you can be hurt any further.”

“Awww, how charming.”

Gaz let out a fearful gasp as he hid away in Geno’s chest upon seeing the person towering behind said puppet. On his part, Geno instantly took a defensive position. One arm wrapped around the small Toad while he faced Smithy. The other was already holding out his weapon.

Said dictator seemed far more imposing with the fire burning casting heavy shadows over him. His eyes seemed to glow a deeper red.

“How something so small could cause so much trouble. Do you want to know something interesting, Little Star?” Smithy asked smugly, “This little piece around my neck holds quite the informative side effect. I can hear every wish that’s been asked for. Every. Single. One. From every living being. Including Stars.”

The overlord chuckled as he watched Geno’s face fall in horror.

“You are quite the interesting being, Little Star. It all started off rather understandable. If not a little dry.”

‘I wish I knew what this stomach pain was.’

‘I wish I knew why I can’t keep my eyes open.’

‘I wish I could understand how people can keep going.’

“I suppose being mortal was a very strange change for you. Being physically tied down is tiring if you’re not used to it all. I’ll be honest, I grew bored of hearing from you after a while. Who wants to hear about wanting to be more ‘mortal’? Not I… Until your wishes turn into something…amazing.”

‘I wish I could tell Gaz how it’s going. He really likes this toy, I’m sure he misses it.’

‘I wish I knew what it was like to have a home. It seems so wonderful to have a place to just relax.’

‘I wish I could enjoy cake every day!’

‘I wish Mallow could keep his smile on his face forever, he deserves to.’

‘I wish Bowser would just admit he likes being around us.’

‘I wish I didn’t feel so nervous around Peach.’

‘I wish I could be as calm as Mario is.’

‘I wish I could be as easy around Mario as Peach is.’

‘I wish I knew why my soul beats so fast when I look at Mario.’

‘I wish I could tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I was brave enough to tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I could stay.’

Geno didn’t mean to tighten his grip on Gaz. But hearing his own wishes mockingly repeated back to him was terrifying.

“How absolutely pathetic,” Smithy growled out. Hefting up his hammer to be held in both hands. “If you want to be a mortal, if you want to play the hero, then you need to experience all of it. Even the not so friendly side. You don’t get to pretend.”

“You get to watch this little village burn before I move onto the next town, and the next one. I’m going to make sure you feel the full force of being mortal before I crush you. If you want to act as a hero, prepare to feel failure. Starting with that child.”

The fears he felt were quickly replaced with protective rage. Gaz’s eyes widened in amazement as the weapon pointed at Smithy started to hum. Seeming to suck in light at the tip as a large orb of light began to appear. The multiple colors merge to become white.

“Gaz…”

Said Toad’s attention went to Geno’s face, who was glaring Smithy down.

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

At that, Gaz buried his face into Geno’s chest. Just before the charged beam was released.

Geno could feel the child flinch as the hum of said attack was released, seeming to mute the area with how loud it was. Smithy moved quick enough to raise the head of the hammer to act as a shield. Feet digging into the ash covered ground as he was pushed back. When he came to a stop, the leader let out a huff followed by a heavy chuckle.

“Well, well, touched a nerve have I?” Smithy smirked, standing once more.

“You have no room to make such threats. I will make you regret those words.” Geno’s voice was cold and unwavering as he stared Smithy down.

“Your little stun gun may pack a punch. But you’re going to need more than that.”

Gaz, who had peeked out, panicked further when the ground began to shake. Letting out a small but terrified scream of surprise as Bowser basically barreled into Smithy. Geno quickly wrapped his other arm around the Toad. The steely anger melted away slowly as he realized it was the rest of the party. Peach and Mallow rushed to help Bowser while Mario drew closer to Geno.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mario asked, “We saw your beam and-”

“He threatened Gaz.” Is what Geno was able to choke out.

The human’s eyes went down to said Toad, who was still clutched close to Geno. Mario offered a comforting smile while gently pulling Gaz away from Geno’s death grip. Silently gesturing to keep the puppet calm before addressing the child.

“Do you know where everyone else is?”

“I-In the forest.” Gaz sniffed.

“Okay, do you think you can find everyone on your own?”

“Uh huh.”

“I need you to go back in then. Geno needs to know you’re safely away from here so he can focus on fighting.”

Gaz looked back up to Geno. The puppet was able to give a very short nod of agreement in his numb stupor.

The Toad turned back to Mario, “You’ll keep Geno safe, right?”

“I’ve been doing well so far. You can trust me.”

That seemed good enough for Gaz as he finally turned to rush back into the foliage.

With that taken care of, Mario’s focused on Geno. Who still hadn’t really moved.

“Hey, Geno, I need you to talk to me.”

Moving slowly, Mario reached out to take Geno’s hands in his own. That caused the puppet to fully jerk out of his stunned silence. Amber eyes taking in his surroundings once more.

“Mario?”

“Hey, yeah, it’s me, you’re okay,” Mario gave a small chuckle, “First time threats are not fun.”

That sent another jolt of remembrance to strike Geno. Who now scanned to find a familiar form. “Gaz, are they-”

“Back in the forest. He’s safe. Think you’re okay to fight?”

Geno looked down at their clasped hands for a moment before addressing Mario.

“Yeah, let’s finally end this.”

#geno smrpg #geno #mario #gaz smrpg #mallow #princess peach #bowser #smithy smrpg #s-creations #fanfiction #fanfic #nintendonut1 #fun times for all!

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Top 5 Portrayals of Charles Augustus Milverton

Our final list devoted to the supporting cast of Sherlock Holmes and his world was the single most challenging to create. I’ve talked about Professor Moriarty, Irene Adler, and Sebastian Moran in previous lists, and all of them are villains I think most would place in the “love to hate” category. These are characters who, either because they are simply entertaining, or because they have some deeper and more complex elements of interest, we actually enjoy seeing in action (to some degree or another), and perhaps even find ourselves rooting for to some degree. Of course, an antagonist of any sort doesn’t HAVE to be likable in order to be effective: they simply need to be good at what they do, which is providing opposition to the protagonist. Some bad guys are meant to be characters the readers - as well as the heroes of the story - find utterly and totally repugnant. A friend of mine refers to them as “punchable” villains, and I think that’s accurate: they’re characters you just hate with a passion and want nothing more than to see them decked out with a punch to the face, if not something better. One of the earliest examples of such “punchable” characters is our topic for today: the Master Blackmailer, Charles Augustus Milverton. Despite only appearing in one story (which, to be fair, is the treatment nearly all of Holmes’ enemies got), Milverton has made his mark as one of the detectives most infamous and despicable villains, mostly because of the fact that not only are the readers meant to hate him…but even Holmes HIMSELF expresses absolute DISGUST with Milverton. The character is written to be the most deplorable slimeball on the face of the Earth, his attitude and actions so vile that even the World’s Greatest Detective - who has faced so many criminals and crooks - despises him. Keep in mind, Holmes holds nothing but respect for Professor Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime and his arch-enemy: for him to so utterly detest Milverton is a sign of just how awful a person this character is.

Milverton is an opportunistic cad of the highest order. He is described as a sort of human snake, with Doyle using reptilian analogies for the character’s motions, appearance, and so forth. In the books, Milverton does what he does primarily for greed: he blackmails people and profits off of their misfortunes, and this is really how he makes much of his living. Nearly everything he owns is due to him weaseling money, power, and so forth out of other human beings. To make matters worse, if someone DOESN’T pay up, he still profits in his own mind: once the dirty laundry he hangs over their heads gets aired out to the populace, everyone else in his grasp, present or future, will KNOW he’s being serious. It’s indicated that Milverton takes sadistic joy out of what he does, as he craves the feeling of being in power and control over others: in some versions, even in death, he shows neither remorse nor even fear, as he still believes, after he’s gone, he’ll have the upper hand. In others - including the original story that bears his name - once he realizes he’s cornered, he cowers and cringes and crawls like the craven worm he is. Either way, any time Milverton is beaten, it is satisfying beyond belief: that is ultimately the way he is meant to be. A smear on the fabric of humanity that everyone - the readers, the protagonists, and I suspect even the author - feels VERY happy to see washed away. To say there are “favorite” versions of Milverton of mine is overselling things. That indicates I actually LIKE the guy in ANY rendition, and I really don’t: no one is supposed to. But I felt, given his reputation and prominence, he deserved some limelight as much as the other characters I’ve covered. So, I looked at a few basics: which versions were the most satisfying to see beaten, which versions were played by actors I have a particular fondness for (despite such a horrible fiend being their role), and which ones did something interesting with the character that I can’t help but praise? Taking all those things together, allow to present - with an almighty asterisk beside the title - My Top 5 “Favorite” Portrayals of Charles Augustus Milverton.

5. Barry Jones, from the 60s BBC Series.

Jones is what might be termed - and you will pardon my blunt and crude analogy - your “basic b!tch” Milverton. He sticks to the source and sticks to it truly, without much reimagining involved. That’s not a bad thing, but I think other Milvertons higher up do a bit more interesting twists with the character. Jones is perfect casting, being a master at playing snobbish and reprehensibly dandified fellows; in another Sherlock Holmes outing, the film “A Study in Terror,” he played such a character in the form of the Duke of Shires: a slightly comical fop who starts off as an unlikeable so-and-so, but eventually shows he has a good heart beneath his pompous exterior. Milverton is essentially if you took that character and removed all likability from his soul.

4. Boris Ryzhukin, from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes & Dr. Watson.

While I think Jones’ portrayal of the Master Blackmailer is closer to the novel, Ryzhukin’s performance is equally excellent, and the adaptation makes an interesting change to the character. In this version, Milverton’s story is the prelude to the events of “The Final Problem,” as he is revealed to be one of Professor Moriarty’s top agents. His case is therefore the catalyst that sets off the chain of events ending in the battle at Reichenbach Falls.

3. Robert Hardy, from the Granada Series.

While I have some issues with the creative liberties taken in this adaptation of the story - which is very rare for the Brett series, I must confess - I think Robert Hardy’s take on Milverton is absolutely perfect, being both accurate to the source and going just a little bit beyond that to make him as creepy and even intimidating as he is slimy and sickening. Not much else to say, just a masterclass of fine acting in the guise of a thoroughly awful dastard.

2. Lars Mikkelsen, from Sherlock.

In this version, the character is renamed “Charles Augustus Magnussen,” to better match Mikkelsen’s Danish roots. The change of name, however, does nothing to disguise this versions nastiness. While much of season three of “Sherlock” was “meh,” I think Magnussen’s episode is one of the best of the whole series, and while he is a totally dispensable customer, the incarnation was very interesting. In this version, Magnussen has the exact same “powers” as Sherlock Holmes, being just as much of a genius and a brilliant expert at deduction as the detective, if not superior to him. He uses these abilities to figure out people’s weaknesses more easily and exploit them.

1. The Version from Moriarty the Patriot.

This is the closest any version of Milverton has come to being a “love to hate” character for me. (The keyword being “closest.”) While we’ve seen a version of Milverton who worked for Moriarty, this version turns out to be an enemy to BOTH Sherlock Holmes AND his arch-nemesis, and ends up being the closest thing to a “big bad” the series has given us so far. He is described as the “pure evil” counterpoint to Moriarty’s “necessary evil” in this reimagining, and is fueled more by his sadistic desires than greed. He's voiced by Kenji Nojima in Japanese, and Kayleigh McKee in the English Dub.

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(n.sfw) one night with Kaido & Yamato's babysitter

a/n: this was a request by @nathscalet from back in January:

Só I’ll ask for our Dilf(Kaido) . It can be fluffy or nsfw, reader became Yamato’s babysitter and something happens between them. Thanks beforehand

i really didn't know which direction to go with this which is why the first third of it has been sitting in my drafts forever until i discovered it again this week and then... i just ran with the rest. xoxo to all my fellow Kaido fuckers, this one is for you. <3 the action starts around the second third if you're impatient (though there's some banter and touching before). congrats to me for my first 5k+ words fic, of course if had to be Kaido smut lmao.

contains: nsfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitals), reader is about 450cm (14'9) because trust me, it wouldn't work any other way) so height difference (Kaido is 710 cm (23'4"), oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, breath play, anal play, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied), rough sex, light overstimulation, spitting in mouth, hints at monsterfucking at the very end but not descriptive, please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 5.3k

It was blood money. How hard could it be?

They had requested you in particular, mainly because of your above average height and your expertise in martial arts. You were still unsure why both of these things were of advantage for a simple babysitting job, but on the other hand you weren't keen on asking too many questions. The less you knew the better, as long as the money was right.

You knew the job description in and out by now. Looking for a full-time babysitter. Must be strong on every level and not fear drunk dragons. No board to pay, meals included. Cute baby, stressed but very wealthy single dad. Help us out!

Ignoring all warnings from your babysitting agency ("Half of the babysitters we sent there have never returned. Are you really sure you want to go there, y/n?"), you had packed your few belongings and set sail to the notorious island: Onigashima.

You were welcomed by a very tall man (if you had to take a wild guess you’d say that you’re reaching him to his nipples), dressed from head to toe in black leather, a mask covering his face, revealing only his blood red eyes. He didn't speak much, but introduced himself as King and gave you rough instructions on where everything was located, which names you have to know by heart and overall rules on how to behave on this island. You didn't really listen, you were too absorbed by your surroundings already.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright. So... what kind of person is the dad?"

There was a long pause where King was probably gathering the right words that would not scare you off in an instant. Maybe he was thinking a little bit too long.

"He's... extraordinary. Future king of the pirates, if you ask me. The greatest of them all. Fun person to get drunk with... which you shouldn't, considering what you're employed for."

You imagine him raising an eyebrow at you under the mask and you nod, still having no clear picture of what kind of person to expect. But you'll probably find out sooner or later... for now you were curious. The island was different from what you imagined, much more peaceful and quiet. How odd. You were expecting torture implement everywhere, the hollow screams of the babysitters that came before you still echoing through the halls, maybe a bit more blood on the walls…

King stopped abruptly which caused you to bump into him, almost falling down flat on your ass. He ignored it, opening the sliding door in front of him and vaguely gesturing inside.

"This will be your room for the time being. It's connected to the nursery so you can be available day and night." Another break where he gathers his words carefully before he speaks up again. "The nursery is also connected to master Kaido's private rooms. Don't go in there, unless he invites you. And maybe even then..."

Now you were raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You've heard that name before, of course, you knew all wanted posters in and out. With every minute you became more curious, but for now you probably had to be content with knowing… well, nothing much, really.

King leaves you to let you unpack your belongings in the opulent furnished room. The four-poster bed looked soft and cozy, the closet was filled with many different, expensive kimonos, all in your size– your work uniform, you guessed? However the dress code on this island definitely seemed to have more of a leather vibe from what you saw so far. You open another door to find your private, spacious bathroom. How wealthy was Kaido actually? Maybe it was better not to know. Though you were very curious to meet him…

You take a quick shower and slip into one of the kimonos, feeling good in your skin, ready to meet the dad and the baby, hearing their voices from the nursery next door already. Bracing yourself, you take a deep breath and announce in a clear voice that you‘re coming in now. The door slides open smoothly and then there he was in all his glory.

Why did no one from the agency warn you that he was this handsome? No way a man like him could just stand there in his black leather pants and an open white shirt that showed off his massive tattooed chest and not be the talk for months. His long dark hair was falling into his face as he looked up from the crib, a baby bottle in one of his massive hands and, well, the baby in question in his other. It was a cute child, white hair with turquoise tips and little horns on the side, babbling and laughing at its dad in a cheerful voice.

„I assume you‘re the new babysitter? Finally someone normal sized…“, he grunted. You bowed down a little, lowering your gaze to the floor but he didn‘t seem to care about formalities. He snapped with his fingers and gestured you to come closer, handing you over the kid and the bottle. „Meet Yamato. Stinking cute, isn‘t he?“

Got it from his dad, you thought but nod, trying to ignore the tight knot forming in your stomach and greet the child in your arms. You two warmed up instantly and you were able to feed him the bottle, something the dad obviously had failed before. Kaido sat crossed legged in front of you, watching you closely. From the way his eyes lingered on you, you can‘t help but feel a little bit nervous. Had he noticed how you were checking him out from head to toe earlier?

You exchange a bit of smalltalk, he runs down a list of things you had to know about Yamato and Onigashima and you tell him more about your life and what led you to being a babysitter. You left out the part where you robbed the previous single dads you worked for off all their money and dignity, but hey, who doesn‘t love a good surprise?

You continue talking in hushed voices after you put Yamato to sleep, Kaido sitting across from you on the other side of the crib, his massive hand brushing the hair out of his child‘s face softly. None of the rumors you had heard about him appeared to be true so far. You had no doubts that he could smash people‘s skulls easily, but as long as you did as he said, you would be good, right? Also, you knew self-defense and you knew how to deal with drunks. You’ll be fine. And if you listened closely inside of you, you knew that you already had a massive crush on this beast…

You learn that they‘re hosting a big banquet tonight to welcome you and you‘re flattered, excited to meet everyone else living on this island. Also, there might be the chance that you get to spend some more time with him and your heart already jumps from the thought of it. Once Yamato is fast asleep, Kaido shows you how to use the baby phone tele snail so you could move around Onigashima and still be around once the kid wakes up. Your fingers brush his when you take it out of his big hand, lingering a second too long for it to be an accident.

„Thank you for the kind introduction. Let‘s work well together.“, you mumble and bow down again, unsure what else to do. He was still your boss and you had manners. To your surprise, Kaido reaches for your face, sliding his hand below your chin to lift it up with two fingers, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. He doesn‘t say anything but looks at you frowning for a few seconds before his facade breaks into a smug smile.

„I took a liking to you already.“, he says and a warm shiver runs down your spine, your skin burning up from where he touched you. You can feel your cheeks heating up and sincerely hope that he won‘t notice it in the dim light. You fancied him, but you didn‘t want to give it right away. Where‘s the thrill in that? So you bat your eyelashes at him and give him the sweetest smile – you‘re a professional after all.

He excuses himself to freshen up before the banquet and you also retreat to your chamber, taking the baby phone snail with you. The walls were thin, you hear the water of his shower running and can‘t help but imagine his toned body all wet, water flowing down his massive scars and his tattoos, his big hands wandering all over his body. You put on some light makeup to distract yourself from the filthy thoughts you were having, but it didn‘t help at all. Instead you muster yourself in the mirror, your lipstick lips begging for nothing but to wrap around his cock, sucking him dry.

Your hands wander below your kimono and find your core dripping wet, as expected. Still a few good minutes left until the banquet started. No harm in using them wisely…

Too lazy to use your hand, you get off on the edge of the table, your hips rocking sloppy back and forth while your mind wanders off, imagining it was his cock you were grinding on. Your orgasm came quick and dirty, leaving a damp spot on the wooden table. It wasn‘t enough to satisfy you, but it was something.

It was King again who picked you up for the banquet. You exchange a few words back and forth about you meeting Kaido and Yamato and what your first impression was of them. King gives you a look, you can‘t fully tell what kind of through his mask, but you assume it was mildly shocked. You just ignored all of his warnings and he seems to disapprove, but doesn’t say anything. The closer you get to the dining hall, the louder the voices and music filling the hallway are getting.

King opens the door wordlessly and you‘re both greeted by cheerful and loud voices, calling out both of your names. Hadn‘t this banquet only started like five minutes ago? The Beast Pirates really liked to party, you guessed. Kaido was sitting at the other end of the room, a big bottle of sake standing in front of him already. His face brightens up when he spots you and your companion, waving both of you to sit with him. Again you can‘t help but wonder why everyone described him as this dark and feral beast when in reality he was just a dad trying his best, getting occasionally drunk with his family?

You take a seat kneeling next to him, your bodies almost touching. Big plates of all kinds of food were brought to the table in front of you and someone was always close to refill Kaido‘s sake. You watch him amused, he was a whole different person now that he was around his crew mates and servants. The gentle dad persona was gone and he was slowly showing why exactly he was called the beast by so many. Your heart was beating in excitement and so was your cunt.

Duty calls when you could hear Yamato through the baby phone transponder snail slowly waking up and you excuse yourself to do your job, hurrying to make your way outside. You turn around in the door frame, noticing that Kaido‘s eyes were lingering on you and you give him a sly smile, then you‘re out of the door. You hush through the long hallways, making it in time to the nursery just when Yamato wakes up. You take the child in your arms, feed him the bottle and hum a little melody to help him fall asleep again, brushing his hair softly. You might be a scammer, but still you cared deeply about the children you looked after. Their dads were just a little treat on top.

You stay a little longer in the nursery to make sure Yamato is really fast asleep, listening to the steady sounds of his breaths in the dark. Only when you’re sure that he won’t wake up for a while, you sneak yourself out into the hallway again, breathing in the cool air coming through the open windows. Now that everyone was at the banquet, maybe you should have a look around the castle, see what you could rob them off? You knew better than to stick your nose into things you might be better off not knowing, but you were also a curious little cat…

Your thoughts get interrupted abruptly when you hear footsteps approaching from the end of the dark hallway, heavy ones. No one but you resided in this part of the castle… and Kaido.

“Started missing you at the banquet.”

Kaido’s voice is low and a little hoarse, the voice of a drunk who spoke nothing but the truth. His skin shimmers slightly in the moonlight, drawing harsh contours on his toned body, and there it was again, the throbbing inside your core, the hunger, the lust. There was something threatening about his whole appearance and it wasn’t the fact that he was 7 meters tall and standing close to you know, taking your face into his massive hand, his gaze lowered so he can look at you directly. It was something in his eyes, the eyes of a beast that you had awakened.

You knew you were going to fuck.

He smells of booze when you pull him down by his long hair close to your face, placing your hands on his cheeks. His skin felt rough and hot under your touch and you could feel the sensation of danger rushing through your veins; knowing what you’re about to do could be the last thing you did. Unfortunately, the drill of this knowledge is also what kept you going.

“Rearrange my insides, babygirl.”

Kaido blinks at you slowly, his drunk mind trying to grasp what you just demanded from him. Only when you lean onto your tiptoes and press your lips on his, the realization seems to slowly sink in. He grunts and pulls you closer by your hips, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, drawing out a surprised gasp from you. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth and soon drool is running down the corner of your mouth as you're letting him devour you.

With bodies pressed against each other you keep on kissing, rough and hungry, nothing matters except his tongue circling yours – and his growing erection throbbing inside his leather pants which has you trembling in agitation from the outlines of it alone. His cock was even more massive than you had imagined.

You gasp when Kaido picks you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder, one hand on your ass as he carries you to the end of the hallway into his room. It has the same opulence as the one you got assigned, the only difference were the empty sake bottles that stood around and several children's toys scattered across the floor.

He lets you down on the big dining table, making you spread your legs wide apart as he embraces you, kissing down the side of your neck, one hand fumbling with your obi as he leans over you, his growing bulge rubbing against your thighs. You felt hot, your whole body aching for some sweet relief, your skin burning up under his greedy kisses. You let your hands wander over his body, tracing every muscle of his toned torso. He was radiating a heat and a scent that made you feel dizzy, almost drunk on him.

“Touch it”, he growls and takes your hands, placing them directly on his cock throbbing inside of his pants. He bucks his hips against your palms, drawing out shuddering breaths out of you both, before he spreads your legs even wider, revealing your soaked panties. You waste no time and unbutton his leather pants, your fingers brushing through his thick pubic hair until finally his cock is free, bouncing up in the air. You lick your lips from the sight of it, hungry to feel him inside of you, even if it meant you couldn’t walk for several days straight. Sometimes getting dicked down good came with a price.

You start stroking him with both hands, your fingertips barely meeting as you cup him, precum leaking from the tip. It doesn’t take long until you two find a steady rhythm with Kaido leaning his head against your shoulders as he rolls his hips and you whispering all the dirty things you want to do with him into his ears, your hands gripping his cock firmly. You loved the feeling of power that came with it, how he melted under your touch, how he adored you.

“Gorgeous. Now cum for me, will you?”

Thrown off guard by your sudden praise, Kaido sobs and grunts when he does as you say, cumming violently under your touch, his thick load covering your hands and running down your wrists. You draw out a few more groans from him when you gently rub his overly sensitive tip with your thumb, the sounds he makes sending shock waves straight to your core. Both of you take a few heartbeats to catch your breaths again where he kisses the side of your neck down to your collarbone, the already loose kimono sliding off your shoulders.

You bring your fingers to your lips and have a taste of him, all under his lingering gaze. It was hard to tell what was going on inside his head, if it was the alcohol that made his cheeks flush or if it was you, licking off his cum of your fingers with delight. All you know for sure was that you were about to have the ride of your life as he picks you up once again and carries you over to the bed, laying you down on your back as if you were barely a doll, undressing you with callused hands. Your heart drums loudly in your ears when he tears apart your panties, his face stern. You almost didn’t dare to breathe.

“We need to prepare you first or else you’ll break”, he mumbles and lets his knuckles slide up and down your folds, making you whimper in excitement. You can’t hide your surprise, somehow you would have expected him to make you struggle under his cock, getting off of your pitiful wails while you fall apart; but instead he gets on his fours, kissing down the insides of your thighs while his thumb draws small circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. His beard tickles but he is surprisingly gentle when he spreads your legs wide open and gives the arousal between your thighs a slow, long lick, not breaking eye contact.

“Fuck… yes…”, you pant, grabbing him by one of his horns as you guide him to your sweet spots, his tongue stroking and circling the delicate bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long until you sink back into the pillows again, arching your back underneath him as he eats you out with such a devotion as if your pussy was a sake fountain. While one hand holds you down on your hips, the fingers of the other start sliding inside of you. One at first that you take with ease, then quickly a second one, the third when you begged him to with a whiny voice and the fourth when your walls were already clenching around him, riding on a high you never wanted to get off.

Kaido wasn’t exactly tender but you didn’t want him to be; he made you a dripping mess and you loved it, whining out his name with every circle his tongue was drawing on you, your constant praise only motivating him to give his all. Whenever he spread apart his fingers wider you clawed into the sheets, bucking your hips against him, begging him to finally fill you up. Fingers only were never enough to satisfy you off fully, what you craved was his throbbing cock – now.

You try to wiggle free from his grip but Kaido holds you back down, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t done with his meal yet. You mewl when he slides his fingers out to give your cunt a few slaps, the wet sounds of each one making you flinch with pleasure. He drags his tongue across your entrance, licking all the way up to your clit to give it the treatment of your dreams, only to shove it deep inside your hole, drinking up your juices with sloppy sounds.

When he pulls back his beard is glistening from you and you can feel your cunt throbbing when he licks his lips, thinking this was finally the moment you get to feel his cock. What you did not expect was him lowering himself down again, glaring at you from between your thighs as he places his thumb on your anus, his tongue flickering over your clit a few times before he asks in a low voice: “Should we prep you here, too?”

Your eyes rolling back inside your head are an answer enough as he starts rubbing there in small circles, his drool and your juices mixing on your sensitive skin. You can feel an orgasm building up within you and you cry out loud when he pushes his thumb in, your ring of muscles clenching around him violently as he continues sucking on your clit. It only takes a few seconds until you cum with your whole body trembling underneath him. Your hands claw into his arm which is holding you down, then you slump down weakly into the pillows, trying to catch your breath.

Kaido sits back up with a satisfied smile on his lips, admiring the view in front of him. There was a small puddle from your wetness on the sheets and you look at him with pleading eyes, chest heaving heavily as you touch yourself, desperate to keep the high going. You couldn’t imagine what his cock felt like when even his tongue and a thumb alone could make you cum this messy, but you were eager to find out. You watch him as he strips off his remaining clothes and bite your lip from the sight of his hard cock bouncing in the air. He reaches for lube on the nightstands and pumps it generously in his palms before he starts stroking himself, eyes fixated on you. Only when he positions himself between your spread legs again do you gently place a hand on his beefy chest, stopping him from lowering himself any further on you.

“I’m on top”, you demand and smirk when he grabs you by the waist, flipping you both around. He places one arm behind his head while giving his cock a few lazy pumps with his other as he watches you grinding on his thick thigh; your head still a bit dizzy from your orgasm, but nothing could stop you now. You lean forwards and wrap your arms around his neck, getting comfortable in his lap and pulling him in for a hungry kiss again, your eyelids fluttering when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds, mixing lube and your juices into a wet symphony.

Kaido takes a sharp breath through his gritted teeth when you start lowering yourself onto his cock, stretching your tight entrance wide open little by little. You rest your forehead against his, trying to breathe through the sensation as you sink down deeper, mulling about how easily he could split you in half, only getting wetter from the thought of it. You can feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, biting down hard your bottom lip as you take him inch by inch, your knees trembling.

“Fuck… you feel incredible…”, Kaido grunts, eyes fixiated on his cock disappearing slowly inside of you. You wonder how much willpower it takes him to not slam you down onto his length and use you like a little doll. Maybe once you were fully stretched out for him… the thought keeps you pushing, your nails digging into his chest, filthy moans escaping your throat.

And then he’s all in. Your eyes widen in surprise and then you start laughing, almost in disbelief that you could really take him. Kaido smirks too, brushing your cheek with his massive hand as you roll your hips slowly, feeling drunk from the sensation of being stretched wide open by him. You didn't expect to feel this good…

You feel confident on his cock, powerful almost, admiring the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass every time you sink down onto him again, his nails leaving red trails on your skin while you suck on the fingers of his other hand, your eyes locked on his. Both of you could easily cum again a second time if only the build up wasn’t so good, neither of you wanted it to end just yet. When you guide his hand to your neck you can feel your walls squeezing even harder around him; and when he wraps his fingers around you like you show him to and he finally starts pounding on his own into your poor hole, you let out a giggle, overwhelmed by how incredible he makes you feel.

He chokes you as if he loves you, letting you catch your breath only to rob it from you again when he thrusts inside of you, making you hiss and whimper, giving you a small glimpse of the beast that he was. Only when your grip around his arms starts to weaken, your vision getting blurry, he loosens his grasp around your delicate neck again, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes while you continue riding him, both of your moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust filling the room.

“Hng… I’m close…”, you gasp, sticking out your tongue, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me harder, Kaido…”

He kisses you sloppy, some raspy growls leaving his throat. You can feel him twitching inside of you when he wraps an arm around your hips and takes the lead, pushing you back down on the mattress without pulling out. You glare at him from underneath, his big stature hovering over you. He still has one hand around your neck when he leans down to kiss you again, rolling his hips as he fucks you into the mattress. You have one hand on his lower stomach, feeling his muscles contract with every thrust; your other hand playing with your clit, fingertips pressing down on it, drawing big slow circles around it, all under Kaido’s grim eyes.

You try not to pout when he lets go of your neck but don’t dare to object, considering the position you were in just now. It felt amazing, being at his mercy with his cock buried so deep inside of you, every inch of his body lusting for you. He tilts your face up with two fingers, his thumb on your bottom lip, demanding you to show your cheeky tongue. You obey and open up wide, sucking greedily on his fingers before he leans down to spit in your mouth, making you swallow before he does it a second time, a smug grin on his lips as he watches.

“Worororo… where do you want me to cum, little one? You seem quite hungry…”, he growls. You wrap your legs around him for an answer, making sure he won’t pull out. “Fill me up…”, you whine, rubbing yourself harder under his eyes, your other hand wandering down to his shaft.

What you do not expect is Kaido shaking your legs off with ease and sliding out of you, leaving you once again hollow and whimpering, moaning the loss of a great cock. He seems unbothered by your needy sounds as he grabs you and flips you on your stomach, his hand slamming down on each of your ass cheeks, your skin burning up underneath it. You cry out loud into a pillow, muffling your mewls within them, only to arch your back more, demanding another spank. His calloused hands show no mercy, grabbing your flesh with so much greed as if you were his and his only, his fingernails leaving red trails on your back.

Just when your hand is about to wander to the aching arousal between your thighs again, Kaido grabs both of your wrists and pins you down above your head, shoving himself inside of you without a warning until his balls slap against your sensitive skin, making you cry out loud in pleasure. He brings one hand forward and flicks your bundle of nerves just the way you did, drawing out sweet moans of your mouth while sliding deeper and harder inside of you than before. You were barely able to withstand his thrusts, the edge between pain and pleasure blurry, a tight knot forming in your stomach area that was about to erupt any second.

“So fucking filthy–”

Kaido presses his thumb into a familiar hole again and that’s when your soft walls tighten around him violently as you cum hard on his cock, your juices running down the insides of your thighs as you tremble and sob, crying out his name. Unable to resist any longer, Kaido does another few sloppy thrusts into your delicate core before he pumps his load inside of you, pulling out halfway, only to shove himself back in, admiring the white mess dripping out of your cunt. He rubs his cock a few times between your folds, teasingly brushing your asshole with his tip, humming to the sound of your whiny voice.

“Short break, please…”, you gasp and try to crawl away from him, only to slump down on the sheets, your whole body trembling at the end of your strength. Your chest is heaving, covered with a thin sheen of sweat as you glance up to him. You desperately want to go for another round, but you know you would fall apart under his cock… and you still had a mission to fulfill (rob him off his blood money, kiss baby Yamato goodbye, leave without a trace). You pat down on the sheet next to you, humming when he does as you demand and lays down on his side, one hand caressing your curves gently.

“I’ll make you mine”, he says and you’re not sure if it’s a threat or a fateful wish, but either way you curl up against him, letting him brush the hair out of your face and kiss the side of your neck where he had left red marks, your naked bodies pressed against each other as you both come down from your high. Your skin feels electrified underneath his fingertips, soft moans leaving your open mouth, you felt so drunk on him. Carefully you trace his tattoo and his scars, drawing small circles on his warm skin, sinking deeper into his embrace.

This felt nice. Fuck. Since you were about to fall anyway – why not go all in?

“Wanna show me your dragon form the next round…?”

#kaido #kaido of the beasts #kaido x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece reader insert #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #purethoughts.exe has stopped working

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Green Arrow #1 (2023)

I promised to yell my feelings about this issue so here! Are! My feelings!!!

Spoilers beneath the cut, obviously. Also, I won’t be including scans since I want to encourage people to buy this comic. It’s already selling so well that it was expanded from a 6 issue miniseries to 12 issues before the first issue even came out - if sales stay strong, maybe we can get an ongoing!

First off, love Sean Izaakse’s art so so so much, I adore his designs for the characters and the way he makes them move. Roy and Connor’s new looks are a little busy but I forgive him because they have such lustrous hair. (Though I still long for a Connor with a curl pattern.)

Starting with Ollie hitting on Dinah while barely conscious? A+. Also, the bit where he realizes he’s on an island again and is like “HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME???” made me laugh out loud.

I’m not going to lie, on the first double page spread, I’m...not sure why Doomsday is there? Or whose arm is sticking up out of the rubble? Does anyone know?

Why on earth would Dinah call Connor “Hawke?” That line felt really weird to me. Izaakse has been calling him that on Twitter so idk if they’re trying to rebrand him that way or what. Are they making it his new codename? I guess it’s slightly less dumb than “Drake.”

Also, I love the flashback panel of Roy and Connor with their arms around each other, but I am very tired of this thing DC has been doing lately where we see the aftermath of big moments and not the big moment itself. I suppose I shouldn’t complain considering that they nailed the most important reunion in this issue, but I really would have liked to see Connor’s reunions with Roy and Dinah, especially considering that Emiko and Dinah both had basically zero reaction to learning that Roy wasn’t dead. (And in that vein, I’d like to see an actual conversation with Ollie about Connor being ace and not just a flashback panel that’s like “I told my dad, and he was great about it! This will only be addressed annually in Pride issues from now on!” Bonus points for Ollie being very supportive but not 100% getting it and getting a chance to learn.)

JASON SAID THE VAN HAD FINGERPRINTS THAT MATCHED. ROY’S LEAD CAME FROM JASON. Jason and Roy are another set of characters where we were robbed of a good, satisfyingly emotional reunion, but in the single solitary panel we were given of the two of them together, Jason did say he would find Lian, AND HE KEPT HIS PROMISE. Can we please stop discoursing about whether or not he is a good friend to Roy now?

Ollie says that Roy is the greatest marksman in the world and my heart grew three sizes. The last time this came up was 2006ish and it was contested, with the heavy implication that Roy would soon surpass Ollie. I guess he finally made it! I’M SO PROUD. (Although... Shado is the greatest marksperson in the world. I choose to believe that Ollie is using a gendered term deliberately, especially considering what he says to the Manhunter at the end of the issue. Anyway lololol get fucked Merlyn, enjoy being #4.)

“I may have taught Roy and Connor” what did you teach Connor, Ollie? Stop lying.

The flashback panel of Ollie and Dinah fighting back to back is! So! Good! Very Doc Shaner, which is always a compliment.

WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHEN LIAN APPEARED

The first time I read this I wasn’t sure if they knew it was Lian, because obviously she’s a lot older than they would have expected. Rereading the panel where the family reacts hits different when you know: the dumbstruck look on Roy’s face! Dinah’s comforting hand on his shoulder! Connor saying “Good form” because he is a PROUD UNCLE! And his little smile on the next page as he wrangles the guy she shot HE THINKS SHE IS SO COOL.

I truly feared that they were going to let her go so Roy’s line, “You threw your first ninja star when you were two years old,” stopped my heart. And then Roy’s speech, besides being heartbreaking, is full of so many great details. I love that he has a sweet tooth and Lian doesn’t. I love the panel of them watching Point Break. I love that they remembered his missing arm in the flashback panel of him mourning Lian.

And on that note, the line “I don’t care how you’re here”...sometimes I get frustrated by DC’s refusal to try to logic their mangled continuity back together because it feels lazy to me, but here I think it was handled really elegantly. Lian was five and dead and now she’s not; Roy was missing an arm and then he wasn’t and then he was dead and now he’s not. They don’t know why, they’ve accepted that their lives are weird, and they’ve moved on. What’s important to me is that this comic sets out very clearly what is canon and what the characters remember experiencing (short answer: everything, because Roy clearly remembers both pre-Flashpoint and the New 52), because that tells me how to understand their relationships and their choices. I don’t care how they got here either, I just want to know what they’ve lived through.

God, the way he just goes to his knees and gives her all the space in the world. Trusting that she will make the decision that’s right for her, even if it’s one that hurts him. Offering his love on her terms. It’s so perfectly Roy and exactly what Lian needs in that moment.

AND THEN THEY HUG AND I SOBBED FOR TEN MINUTES. Lol @ Izaakse signing this page like “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

AND THEN A FAMILY GROUP HUG. I appreciate the acknowledgement that Lian and Cheshire interacted in Catwoman, because I was so frustrated that nothing came of that.

“They’ll never let our family be together.” This is such a smart move! If you only have 6 (now 12!) issues to bring back Ollie AND Lian AND Connor AND Mia AND (I hope) bring Cissie into the fold for the first time, giving all of the various deaths/disappearances/continuity hiccups one unified source is a great way to fit them all into one story.

And then: DYSTOPIAN OLLIE!!! Dystopian Ollie is always a good move! Dystopian Ollie wants you to use gender neutral threats! Dystopian Ollie has a chainsaw arrow! I love Dystopian Ollie.

ANYWAY THAT WAS A GOOD COMIC AND I WANT THE NEXT ISSUE IMMEDIATELY, THE END.

#green arrow #oliver queen #connor hawke #roy harper #arsenal #lian harper #dinah lance #black canary

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Happy Anniversary 'Astro B.O.Y.D.'

More of me on my bullshit. Well, I did say that I'd be reposting my older analysis posts (from my defunct blog) about my favorite DuckTales episode 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' in honor of May 2, 2023 being its third anniversary. Over the past few days, I've been doing just that, finishing up with this one.

I just want to focus on the greatest scene in the whole series, which even gives Della reuniting with her kids a run for its money...

I can't talk enough about how INCREDIBLE the emotion is here. The way Gyro just fell to his knees when he embraced Boyd. How tightly he embraced him. How tight his eyes are closed, as though he's struggling to hold back tears (and it was totally a missed opportunity for him to have tears here; that would have been the icing on the cake). The lighting, deliberately done to really highlight the significance of the moment. And the pure sentiment in his face- it's so amazing just how flipping much they were able to convey in that single expression:

Emotional/mental exhaustion.

Overwhelming relief that in learning the truth about both their pasts, he'd all-at-once been freed from twenty years' worth of demons.

Paternal relief that this poor, innocent child's been freed from Akita's enslavement and corruption

Paternal pride that Boyd was able to break free of Akita's programming.

Remorse and grief that Boyd's suffered as much as him, if not worse (losing his child-like innocence to a power-hungry madman twice, being lost and alone for so many years as he's been reprogrammed by countless ignorant people who probably never cared about him and only saw him as a machine to be used and abandoned as they saw fit- heck, his second-to-last owner Mark Beaks found him at the dump- never being free to live his own life and make his own choices, and always being misunderstood and feared as a dangerous, evil robot by everyone). And for being so blind to his former mentor's treachery all those years ago, blind to the fact that it should have been obvious all along that Akita overwrote Boyd's 'real boy' programming and turned him evil. And for all the wasted years Gyro spent embittered and cynical, the best in him destroyed by Akita, blaming both himself and poor Boyd.

A deep, heartfelt apology.

A promise to always be there for him from then on and to do better by him.

And of course, love (and I honestly believe at this moment he realized that he truly saw Boyd as his son, that they were a family, how much they were part of each other, and how much they absolutely needed each other).

Gyro and Boyd. Both always so wildly misunderstood, both always suffered for what Akita did to them.

Boyd was Gyro's first sentient creation, but not the first to go evil (and I've said it before, but I so believe Gyro's history of inventions turning evil ever since the Tokyolk incident was really a psychological effect of his own deep insecurities from both Akita making him feel like a worthless failure during his internship and leaving him to think the original Tokyolk incident was his fault). The third season of the show was about "Legacy", according to Frank and Matt, and I believe that this episode was about Gyro's legacy. That he learned he's more than just the dangerous, mad scientist and failure he and so many others believed him to be, that he's truly capable of creating amazing things... and Boyd is his legacy, his greatest creation, his son, his 'first-born'.

(Again, look at the use of lighting, highlighting the sentimental moment! And I LOVE that Gyro was clearly not embarrassed to show even more public affection here!)

I like to see these scenes as the foundation of their future relationship, and a future of change, healing, and moving on for both of them together (including Gyro learning to become a better, happier person- and I totally believe Boyd immediately forgave him, which would help Gyro learn to forgive himself and learn to be the family Boyd deserves).

I have other posts analyzing stuff from this episode, but I'll save those for later. Actually, I plan to make a pinned post linking to all my 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' posts.

#reposted from my defunct blog #gyro gearloose #boyd gearloose #b.o.y.d.#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #astro b.o.y.d.#character analysis #headcanon

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Sinéad O’Connor, acclaimed Dublin singer, dies aged 56

The Irish musician found worldwide fame with hit single Nothing Compares 2 U in 1990

Sarah Burns Wed Jul 26 2023 - 18:31

Irish singer Sinéad O’Connor has died at the age of 56, her family has announced.

In a statement, the singer’s family said: “It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of our beloved Sinéad. Her family and friends are devastated and have requested privacy at this very difficult time.”

The acclaimed Dublin performer released 10 studio albums, while her song Nothing Compares 2 U was named the number one world single in 1990 by the Billboard Music Awards.

Her version of the ballad, written by musician Prince, topped the charts around the globe and earned her three Grammy nominations.

The accompanying music video, directed by English filmmaker John Maybury, consisted mostly of a close-up of O’Connor’s face as she sung the lyrics and became as famous as her recording of the song.

In 1991, O’Connor was named artist of the year by Rolling Stone magazine on the back of the song’s success.

Ms O’Connor was presented with the inaugural award for Classic Irish Album at the RTÉ Choice Music Awards earlier this year.

The singer received a standing ovation as she dedicated the award for the album, I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got, to “each and every member of Ireland’s refugee community”.

“You’re very welcome in Ireland. I love you very much and I wish you happiness,” she said.

Taoiseach Leo Varadkar led the tributes to O’Connor, expressing his sorrow at the death of the singer in a post on social media.

“Her music was loved around the world and her talent was unmatched and beyond compare. Condolences to her family, her friends and all who loved her music,” said Mr Varadkar.

Tánaiste Micheál Martin said he was “devastated” to learn of her death.

“One of our greatest musical icons, and someone deeply loved by the people of Ireland, and beyond. Our hearts goes out to her children, her family, friends and all who knew and loved her,” he said.

Ms O’Connor is survived by her three children. Her son, Shane, died last year aged 17.

She drew controversy and divided opinion during her long career in music and time in public life.

In 1992, Ms O’Connor tore up a photograph of Pope John Paul II on US television programme Saturday Night Live in an act of protest against sex abuse in the Catholic Church.

“I’m not sorry I did it. It was brilliant,” she later said of her protest. “But it was very traumatising,” she added. “It was open season on treating me like a crazy bitch.”

The year before that high-profile protest, she boycotted the Grammy Awards, the music industry’s answer to the Oscars, saying she did not want “to be part of a world that measures artistic ability by material success.”

She refused the playing of US national anthem before her concerts, drawing further public scorn.

In more recent years, O’Connor became better known for her spiritualism and activism, and spoke publicly about her mental health struggles.

In 2007, Ms O’Connor told US talkshow Oprah Winfrey that she had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder four years previously and that before her diagnosis she had struggled with thoughts of suicide and overwhelming fear.

She said at the time that medication had helped her find more balance, but “it’s a work in progress”.

Ms O’Connor had also voiced support for other young women performers facing intense public scrutiny, including Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus.

The singer converted to Islam in 2018 and changed her name to Shuhada Sadaqat, though continued to perform under the name Sinéad O’Connor. In 2021, Ms O’Connor released a memoir Rememberings, while last year a film on her life was directed by Kathryn Ferguson.

Broadcaster Dave Fanning said Ms O’Connor would be remembered for her music and her “fearlessness” and “in terms of how she went out there all the time, believed in everything she was doing, wasn’t always right and had absolutely no regrets at all”.

American rapper and actor Ice T has paid tribute to O’Connor, saying she “stood for something”, after her death at the age of 56.

In a Twitter post, he wrote: “Respect to Sinead….. She stood for something ... Unlike most people ... Rest Easy”.

Musician Tim Burgess of Northern Ireland band Ash said: “Sinead was the true embodiment of a punk spirit. She did not compromise and that made her life more of a struggle. Hoping that she has found peace.”

Penguin Books Ireland, which published her memoir ‘Rememberings’, said they were “so sorry” to hear of the death of the singer.

“Sinéad was a once in a generation talent and we were honoured to publish her memoir ‘Rememberings’,” they said. “We would like to extend our heartfelt condolences to her family and friends.”

Sarah Burns is a reporter for The Irish Times.

#Sinéad Marie Bernadette O'Connor #Sinéad O'Connor #Nothing Compares 2 U #Nothing Compares To You #Shuhada' Sadaqat #Magda Davitt #The Lion and the Cobra

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Hold me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 5: Marigold and Maladies

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story., Reader kinda has a breakdown in this cause she has a fear of thunderstorms

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Anemoia is a word which means to have nostalgia for a home. And that's how you felt right now, going through the streets of Washington DC. You never realised how beautiful Seattle actually was, before now. How could you though? Having spent all of your time in America stuck in your hotel room, not having a chance to escape, thanks to your workaholic mind. But as you looked out the window of the car you were riding in, you realised how serene it felt. You had read earlier from a Wikipedia page, that Seattle had been one of the fastest growing cities in all of America and you had expected it to be the normal grey city, filled with sweaty office workers will dull faces, and the usual cranky old people moving here and there. What you didn't expect to see however, were bright New York-esque signs, kids and adults skateboarding all over the streets, laughing as they tripped and fell down, bright farmer's markets, sports centres, from where you could hear the noises of balls bouncing, and most importantly, the numerous flower shops littering the streets, making them light up like the stars light up the night sky, with aster and marigold in every single corner.

"Admiring the view, my yarrow?" Jay spoke up, not looking up from the magazine he was reading, sitting next to you in the car. You frowned at him and didn't say anything, not wanting to cause a fight, which you knew you would lose. "Are you not talking to me now, babe?" Jay looked up at you and inched closer. "We're supposed to be a couple, Y/N. Act like it." He whispered into your ear, making sure the driver of the limo didn't hear anything. You froze up on your seat, feeling his husky voice near your ear, and his hot breath hit your skin like an avalanche. "I'm sorry babe." You immediately got into character, "Where are we going by the way?" Jay smiled at your question. "You'll see." He winked at you, making you internally gag. He had forced you to come out with him on a 'date', so as to make your relationship more believable, the reason being to tempt the paps. You figured that out from the very vague answer he gave which consisted of the words, 'news', 'paps' and 'lawyer'.

"Jay just tell me where we're going you know I'm impatient." You whined, crossing your arms, "I swear to God if you're taking me to an opera house-" "We're not going to an opera house." Jay stated, looking out the window. You took a second to admire his sharp jawline, as he raised his chin. "We're going to a museum. And before you interrupt-" he turned his head back to your opening mouth, "-yes we're going to The Seattle Art Museum." Your mouth dropped at his words. Going to an art museum in America was one of the major things on your bucket list. And going to The Seattle Art Museum, which consisted of some of the greatest American works of art?

"Oh wow." You said, yawning, "great place for a date Jay, very romantic." You tempted him, making your tone sarcastic. In reality you were over the moon to go to the museum, but you wanted to see whether Jay actually remembered anything from your teenage years. "Oh shut up." Jay said, checking his watch, "We all know you're obsessed with art history. You wouldn't stop talking about it when we were kids remember? The meaning of The Girl With The Pearl Earring is still etched in my brain Y/N." Your heart slightly jumped a bit at his sentence but you barely had time to say anything in return, as the car had stopped in front of a magnificent building, with a painting of a man in black on it.

Your car door opened, and you stepped out, still staring open mouthed at the building. Jay looked at you from behind, taking note of the fact that you didn't notice him opening the car door for you. "My lady." He extended his arm to you, which you took, while internally cringing. "Jay can we stick to one nickname please?" You asked, entering the gate of the museum and immediately being hit with the smell of perfume. "Why should I?" Jay laughed, "Cause your single ass can't handle all the love?" You rolled your eyes and went to the front counter, to pay for the tickets. "Two tickets please." You said to the smiling lady, clad in uniform, "And put it on this card." "Baby I'll pay this time." Jay slapped away your hand which was extending your credit card. The lady at the counter looked at your with curious eyes, as she slowly took Jay's black card, inserting it into card machine and handing you two blue coloured tickets with a robotised, 'enjoy your visit'.

"Jay I could have paid you know? I'm rich too." You scoffed as you entered the main hall. Jay didn't say anything instead choosing to stare at the map of the building which he had gotten at the front desk. "Should we head to the libraries first?" He squinted at the map. Struggling to keep your laughter in, you reached into your bag and pulled out something, giving it to Jay. "Here dumbass." You gave him the glasses, "Still haven't left the habit of leaving your glasses at home, Mr Four Eyes?" Jay blinked at you slowly and took the glasses, swiftly putting them on. "How the fuck did you get my glasses?" He quizzed you, once he out the map back into his pocket and climbed up the escalator. "Your assistant gave them to me, right before we left." You stated simply to which Jay replied with a simple 'Ah'.

"Woah Jay look!" You excitedly pointed towards a painting, and rushed towards it. The museum was fairly empty today, so no one saw you rushing up to a painting like a child going up to his mother. "Jay oh my god is this an original?" You read the marking below the painting, which read, 'Judgement of Paris'.

You stared up at the magnificent painting. Three naked people along with a knight and his squire stood in a gloomy scene, with a tiny cupid peaking in from the far left of the scene. Quite a chaotic painting, you thought, even though you had analysed this painting atleast more than a thousand times. "Isn't that by that man- what's his name." Jay came up to you, also looking at the painting. He snapped his fingers suddenly. "Lucas Chranach The Elder? That's his painting." You looked at him with widened eyes. "Since when do you know so much about paintings?" Jay shrugged his shoulders and instead moved on to the next painting, with you following behind, still looking intently at The Judgement Of Paris.

"Ma'am please save me this girl is so pretty what do I say." You were sitting on the rooftop of the museum, sipping some cool wine and enjoying the flowing breeze as Jay sat in front of you, immersed in a pamphlet of the museum. You tried not to stare at his adorable face, the way he scrunched his face up and read the information written on the green piece of paper. As if to provide a miracle, Jungwon had called you, panicking about talking to Jay's apparently amazing secretary, who he was currently eating ice cream with. "Jungwon calm down." You tried hard not to giggle, "Hand the phone to Jay's secretary once." Jay looked up at the sound of his name. "Hey Kayla, it's Kayla right?" You spoke into the phone with a smile on your face, which Jay couldn't help but adore (although he tried very hard). The way your eyes lit up at every word you said to Kayla, the way you mischievously giggled when you told her what Jungwon was allergic to, the way you absent-mindedly brushed your hair behind your ears, it was like April coming early.

"Expect your secretary to be absent for a few days Jay." You put the phone down and put on a proud face. "Is she going to date your secretary?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You shrugged your shoulders, with a little "Maybe!" "Good." Jay stated, looking at the skyline, "I've been telling her to take a break. She works too hard."

"Oh shit." You gasped out. The sky had been cloudy all day, but you never expected it to burst out this suddenly. "Come on." Jay got up from his seat, "let's get inside." The rain started pouring faster and harder as you rushed to the metal door, and tried to open it. "Fuck." You cursed under your breath, "Fuck Jay it's stuck." Jay bumped you aside gently and tried to open it, but his efforts went to vain. "Did-" he looked at you, "Did they lock it?" You glanced at the stuck doorknob. There had been no one on the rooftop except for you two, so it was a very plausible explanation for them to have locked it. "Maybe they-" "Mr Park! Miss Yang!" You heard a voice call out from the other side of the door. "Yes we're here!" Jay shouted back, putting his hand on the door. "Sir, Ma'am please hold on! The doorknob is stuck! We'll get you out in no time!"

"Great!" You threw your hand up, shouting your words so as to be heard under the pitter patterof the rain. "Now what do we- AH!" Thunder had just erupted across the atmosphere bringing with it, lightning which painted the sky with dandelions. "Oh shit." You mumbled under your breath, covering up your ears tightly, keeping the tears in your eyes. "Oh no no no this can't be happening." Heavy breaths started to engulf you, and you felt suffocated as your vision starting to blur. "Y/N?" Jay said, uneasily, "Y/N hey hey hey look at me. It's just thunder." He rubbed circled onto your back and whispered calming words into your ear as you tried hard to ignore the booming sound of the earth. "Jay-" "Yeah I'm here I'm here calm down shh."

Thankfully, before you could collapse onto the ground and melt into a puddle, you heard a clicking sound. The door had opened up to reveal two workers of the museum clad in black suits, quickly ushering you and Jay in, and handing you both towels. "Thank you." Jah thanked them absent-mindedly, his attention still on your shivering body. "Sir we apologise deeply for this." One of the workers bowed deeply. Jay brushed the apology aside however. "Forget about that. Where can we sit her down please?" He supported you onto him, and you accepted the favour, putting your weight onto his. "This way Sir."

"That was the worst thing I've done in my entire life." You sighed out, with Jay's jacket tightly wrapped around you. The rain was still pouring hard, and as you were halfway to your hotel, you noticed that all the flower shops were still open, the owners getting drenched in the rain, with tarpaulin covering their flowers. "Worse than breaking up with Ricky on graduation day?" Jay chuckled. You slapped his arm tightly and scoffed. "His ass couldn't handle this beautiful body." "So you did fuck him! Bitch, you told me you were a virgin!" Jay pointed a finger at you accusingly. "You actually believed that? Damn you're gullible." You snorted. "Oh we're here." Jay panted through a fit of laughter as you arrived at the hotel, to find Jungwon and Kayla waiting and looking very worried, and fiddling with their fingers.

"Miss Yang!" "Mr Park!" Both of them called out at the same time, running up to you and Jay, as you got out of the car and swiftly moved into the hotel, not wanting to get more wet. "Ma'am do you want to head up to your room or do you have any more discussions with Mr Park?" Jungwon meekly asked, trotting behind you. "Jay, darling, do you have anything else to say?" You asked Jay, throwing him off guard. He stared at you with a puzzling look, before quickly realising why, as he looked over your right shoulder. Camera men. News reporters. Hell even anchors were there. "No baby." He quickly came up to you, and wrapped his hand around your waist, "You should go up and rest babe, you're gonna catch a cold." You simply hummed and smiled and were about to go when- "Y/N kiss me." Jay whispered into your ear, making you freeze. Of course you wanted to sell the notion that you were actually dating Jay and this wasn't just some deal, but you didn't think that Jay would take it to the level of kissing each other in public.

Hesitant, you came forward and quickly pecked him on his lips, feeling the soft touch of them, which was rightly shown by the pinkness. You swore you could taste your own lipbalm. "See you tomorrow babe!" You shouted loudly as you went into the elevator, with a very confused Jungwon following you.

"Ma'am so you're dating Mr Park now." Jungwon asked shyly as you stepped out the bathroom in your robe. You sighed heavily and reached forward for your glass of wine. "Yep." You swirled the blood red contents in the glass around. "Unfortunately for me I am and this stupid first date just had to go wrong didn't it?" You leaned back on the sofa, "Jungwon I have the worst luck in the world." To your surprise Jungwon chuckled and leant back too. "Kayla told me she likes cat today. And I am literally allergic to cats. I don't think this entire dating thing is for me, Ma'am. And quite frankly I don't think it's for you either." You smiled widely and laughed out loud with Jungwon, both of you basking in the glory of non existent love lives, wondering only what Cupid would bring next.

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