#also. truly out of this world voice acting helping it along I love her voice

[vaguely-concerned]

it's so funny that harriet pulls the john gaius mercymorn gaslighting procedure when she's tired of listening to frank's shit (i.e. making 'oh no the line is breaking up I can't hear you...' noises with your mouth). bonus points for doing it in writing to truly communicate how little you respect your correspondent <3

[madamechrissy]

Losing Control Now

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Summary: Something about running the Gojo mafia just makes Satoru so bored. Boring, boring boring. Sure, he loves money, he loves women, he loves snorting snowy powder off their bodies. He loves the power that comes from it- but he's just bored. That is, until he stumbles upon you, the brand new bartender that makes him pause, falter, and then soon he becomes obsessed, with knowing you, in every single way. Paying off your mom's debts and working two jobs, you're exhausted, but something about this pretty Mob boy just makes you... excited again. How far in are you, and how far is Satoru in the mafia world? All he knows, is he must have you.

CW: Sexual content, mafia themes, drug themes, violence, obsessed Satoru Gojo, oral sex, possessive Gojo, drug use and drug dealing, lots of hurt/comfort- This part- mentions of blood and violence, mentions of drugs, A TON of fluff, cute ass Satoru being the biggest green flag, fingering, oral (f recieving) shower and car sex, breed kink, multiple rounds - wc - 7.3k

That Gojo art is by michi_ia on X, based on Satoru from Pour it Up

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Part Five

Your brother was even more clueless and truly less involved than Satoru really knew, Suguru and him interrogated him, but he was so fucked up and scared, it really wasn’t worth it. He knew a bit about the debt with your mother and Mei, but was not reliable. So that left one more person, your mother herself, who Satoru promised to give money to anyway.

This isn’t how he thought the first meeting with your mom would be, waiting at a seedy little truck stop in the middle of town where she said she’d meet him. He hopes you won’t get mad, but you clearly need some better people in your life, and your family is really shitty. Your mom is a starved, drug addicted version of you, bits and pieces he sees where you came from, with dead eyes.

“You’re a Gojo, huh?” She asks then, cigarette in her hand. Gojo glares a bit at it, smirking and trying to hide his disgust.

“In the flesh. And you’re my girlfriend’s mom,” he says it lazily, drawing out the words as he eyes her, tilting his head. “Have a seat.”

She sits across from him in the booth, Satoru swallows down the guilt when he sees your message, asking how his morning is. He smiles at it quickly, texting you back and hoping you’ll understand. You’re too important to him now, he can’t just listen to you, not when you’re getting screwed over by the world and he can actually prevent it from happening.

“Who’d you really get in debt with?” She sputters.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not Mei, she’s a go between. So, who’d that gambling addiction really fall on?” She sighs now, looking away nervously at the clock ticking along the wall, fidgeting. “I can help you if you tell me.”

“I know all about you, the Gojo family, acting like you’re so much better when you’re the same.” He smirks, raising a thin brow.

“And you think you’re some great person, extorting your daughter, playing on her fucking feelings?”

“You don’t even know all I did raising her!” Her voice is high, agitated, he just calmly smiles.

“That’s your job, her job isn’t to take care of you. Do you even give a fuck about her?”

“No,” her words make him blink a bit. She sees what she’s done, covering it up, clearing her throat. “I mean of course I do.”

“Mmm, you’re very convincing,” he sips his coffee, holding the cup that looks stupidly small in his hands and leaning back in the leather plush of the booth. “I can get your debts knocked down, if you leave her alone for good.”

She blinks then, leaning forward. “How much will you get knocked off?”

“With these fists? I can knock the whole thing out.” He cracks his knuckles, smiling now, and she tenses as she sees the sweet guy in front of her clearly is every bit a Gojo. “You’ll give your house and whatever else you own in your name 0to them, she won’t need it anymore.”

He hopes you’re also okay with that.

“I can do that, but I’ll need some money to run on until I get on my feet.” She pouts and puts on a look, he chuckles then, as if he didn’t already fucking know she’d ask for money.

“The condition is that you never ask her for money again, is that completely understood?” He slides over an envelope, she pauses then, nodding as she eyes the money with big eyes. “And don’t gamble it all the fuck away.”

“I won’t, I promise. I will disappear.” He nods, sipping his coffee again and watching her practically bounce out to her junky little car in the parking lot. He picks up the phone then, calling you.

“Don’t be mad.”

“Satoru, what now?”

“Just… meet me here?”

In about twenty minutes you’re walking in, his coffee is filled with fresh sweet mocha, and he’s already got food ordered for you. You sit right next to him, pressing a kiss on his cheek as he wraps an arm around you. He sighs when he feels you against him, right where you belong, while you hug him closely, and he presses little pecks along your brow.

“Hi baby,” he says then, and you smile, before glaring. “What? Eat.”

“You’re up to something,” you do start nibbling though, sighing, you’re in your pretty work outfit. “I am starving though so I’ll bite.”

“Good, you got a break?”

“I have an hour, Mr. Nanami is pretty cool though if you need more time,” he nods then, at least he doesn’t have to worry about that, not that he wanted you to even work much longer. “What’s up, Satoru, everything okay? Now you look tired, did I rub my dark circles on you?”

“Nah, they’re still there, under that concealer,” you glare again and he grins. “They’re hot, don’t worry.”

“As long as you think so,” you nibble the eggs and hum happily, shutting your eyes for a moment. “Thank you for breakfast.”

“It’s a trashy place but the food is actually amazing, right?” You nod and he smiles as you eat, hoping the food will help your mood before he tells you. “So, like you love me right?”

Your fork clatters to the plate, blushing as you look at him. “I… you… Satoru um I said…”

“Shush, I already know you do.” He touches your thigh with his big hand, right over your stockings, sighing. “I’d do shady things - well shadier than usual - to fuck you in that on your desk.”

“Satoru!” You cover his mouth, wildly looking around at the tired patrons there, and he just chuckles again, kissing your palm and holding your wrist then, long fingers wrapping around it. “You’re insane.”

“I know, another thing you love.”

“Shush.” You shove a bite of pancake into his pretty but big mouth, he laps his lips with his tongue to taste that syrup, and at the moment it’s too perfect.

You want too much, maybe things you’ll never have, things you never thought you could have, after that night in his arms on the boat, you have been dying to see him again. Just a couple days without him hurt physically, he’s pulling you to him like gravity, making you crave him constantly, more and more. You want to be free from this, he’s finally given you that hope, and it’s just scary.

“Maybe I do love you, what would you say about that?” You feed him another bite, and his blue eyes soften, as his hand grips tighter. “That it’s insane, that I barely know you?”

“Move in with me.”

“Wha-!?”

“Yeah, I was gonna say that better…” he rubs the back of his neck, as you’re both in this dinky, dingy dive place, shoving food in each other’s mouths as you confess things that are insane.

“You what now!?” He’s shoving more food in your mouth, nodding as he looks down at you, and you shove another bite in his. “That’s insane.”

“Well, I may have paid your mom off,” he chews and blushes more, bashful at your open mouth in surprise. “And promised your house to Mei, and maybe I’m about to help Sukuna beat the fuck out of the Zenin and wash away the rest of her debt?”

“Satoru - I… what?” You’re blinking at his words just spilling, he has a pretty blush on his cheeks then, as if he’d admitted some cute little embarrassing moment of his life, not a full ass insane proposal. “You saw my mom?”

“Right before you, she was… she’s a bitch.” You can’t help but snort a bit, shaking your head and sipping on the coffee getting cooled by the fans above swirling in circles, barely cooling you down yourself. “To say the least.”

“She is, she’s always been though.”

“Well, I don’t let anyone hurt who I care for, so I’m sorry but I won’t fucking stand for it, okay?” You blink back emotions, torn between thanking him, asking him questions and kissing him - every emotion you can imagine. “I know I’m too involved, I know none of this is your permission. I’m like a red flag.”

“You’re so not a red flag, maybe an intimidating green one.” He smirks again, you cup his face gently, leaning closer to him in the booth, feeling his big hand on the small of your back. “How much did you have to give her?”

“It’s not shit for me, I bought a boat for a date.”

“True… you’re crazy, y’know?” He pouts so cute at you, the man you fell in love with so quickly it still feels like a fucking whirlwind, you’ve hardly had time to process this face.

“Does that mean you won’t move with me? If not, I’ll get you a place and pay for it for you. But the house needs to go, not just for the debt, it needs to be gone for you, it’s a fucking ghost of a house, okay?” His words hit deep, how someone who just met you knows more than anyone touches you deeply.

You’re close to crying at his words, the tears burning your eyes, when he holds you against him, your arm wraps his narrow waist, burying your face against his chest and sighing. “What’d I do to deserve this?”

“Just exist, that’s enough for me,” you lean up and kiss him, igniting the spark that’s always there around him, he exhales as he pulls back, hands gripping your body even tighter. “Is this a yes?”

“What if you hate living with me? What if I snore really bad-”

“You already do.”

“Hey! What if I’m messy?”

“Your place is clean.”

“What if I suck at cooking?”

“I have a chef.”

“Satoru,” he has an answer for it all. “You sure?”

“It’s the best way to always keep you safe - in fact marriage would be preferable, but I didn’t wanna unload all of it today. But living with me, you’ll be protected from anyone who has it out for her, or your brother. He’s also quite a character, ya sure there’s no criminal in you?”

“Maybe a bit,” you tease, he smiles then, as you take a shaky breath, feeling your pulse race from his proximity. “I don’t want you to regret asking me, then I’m a… burden.”

“Sweetheart,” he caresses your cheek, shaking his head. “You could never be a burden to me, okay?”

“Come here.” You kiss him again, pulling back and running your fingers through his silky white locks. “You know no boundaries.”

“I know,” he smiles though, as you kiss him again. “You love that.”

“When do I move in?”

“Shit, yeah?” You nod, and he grins way too big. “What if it’s all a trap, and I never let you go?”

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” your words are genuine, so sweet then, he melts even more for you. “You’ll have to evict my ass.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna pester me?” You nod, making him kiss your nose and chuckle as it scrunches up, feeling so good in his arms it should be more scary.

“All the time. When will this happen?”

“You barely have shit to pack, I’ll help you bring some things over tomorrow. Tonight I have… to deal with things.” His words get quiet, panic sets in as he says it then, you tense at his words and their implications.

“Deal with things?”

“I’ll meet you at the club after, okay?” You frown now, thinking about the danger the boy you literally love could be in. “Don’t worry about me, I’m kind of a badass.”

“You’re just a little cutie.”

“Psh. I’ll show you cute,” he’s scowling and it’s too cute, when he presses another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be waiting, then. Probably panicking.”

“You’ll be the first one I see when I’m done, okay?” You nod again, snuggling against him, lost in the little world with him until you know you have to leave.

“Okay I’m going to work, Mr. Fix it.”

He snorts at that, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, people tend to be motivated by money or threats, I happen to have both.”

“Big, Bad Satoru.” You earn a playful little pinch, as he walks you over to your car, kissing you by the driver’s side door, you see the black car waiting on him, your heart hammering as you think again of what he’s getting into. “Don’t fucking get hurt, please.”

“Me? Nah, you worry too much.” He grips your chin between his fingers, kissing you again slowly, you drink him in, on your tip toes in your heels, arms wrapping around his neck.

You’re going to live with Satoru Gojo, that seems absolutely batshit, but you feel more at home in his arms than you ever did in that hollow shell of a place, littered with horrible memories. You ache to stay there, to make him drag you wherever he’s going, to somehow protect him - insane things. You know you’d just get in the way, but you can’t help but ask.

“Is this fight because of me?” He shakes his head, and you get just a little bit of a sense of relief then, the sun is gently bouncing off his silvery locks as they sway just so, and you’re still firmly in his arms.

“The main reason is Sukuna’s girl, and taking down Naoya for her, but he just so happens to be the cause of your debts. So it is a win-win situation, but not only you, there’s so much fucked shit he’s done. He does need to get taken down.” You nod and nervously swallow. “Now you get your pretty self to work, I’ll see you after, I promise I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, I um… I love you.” You whisper, he exhales at that, leaning down and smiling against your lips.

“Of course you do, pookie.”

“Hey!” You smack at his chest as he grins.

“Why wouldn’t you, I’m perfect.”

“Y’know-” he shuts you up with a firm kiss, and you melt once more.

“I do too,” his soft words are husky, he’s so terrified then, to say it for the first time, and for once he’s a little nervous about a fight, because now he really has someone to come back to. Things he’ll tell you in time, but for now kisses, more kisses, until you’re almost going to be late. “See you tonight.”

“See you tonight.” You tear up in the car, but smile and wave behind your tinted windows, watching him bend down and slip into the back of the car. Work goes by meticulously slow, as you think over and over about him, if he’s okay, what he’s doing, while you’re clacking away at your keyboard and smiling at clients.

“Everything okay, Miss?” Nanami asks softly, as you bring him a cup of coffee, you sigh then, shaking your head. He looks at you with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Just in my head, Mr. Nanami. I promise things are getting better though,” he smiles at that, as you give him a smile in return.

“Good, if you need to leave early, please do.”

“No, I’m okay!” Better to keep busy than panic further, your boss nods and continues to work as you sit back at your desk, peering at your phone every few minutes, hoping that the man who’s doing too much for you will not get hurt.

In fact if anyone hurts Satoru you’ll lose it.

*****

Satoru’s knuckles are bloody later that night, he’s punching this man with sharp jab to his chin, he’s roundhouse kicking that one, grabbing one and flipping him the fuck over till he lands right on his head, with a sickening crack. He gets one grabbing his back, arms wrapping his neck, he tosses them in one flip, until they land next to the unconscious man.

He hates this.

He's an insanely talented fighter, it's with ease that his fists move, that his hands work. Years of training for this, but also just natural talent, you don't get to be a Gojo without having it, the skill to knock out an entire room. But Gojo is just exhausted, this isn’t what he wants to be doing, it isn’t where he wants to be. He wants to be with you, near you.

He keeps fighting because that’s what he does, it’s his job really, to protect the families and to take down the ones opposing them, he supposes it’s some noble fucking thing to do, but he can’t help but feel the distaste with it all. He knocks another guy right in the jaw, ducks with ease from another oncoming, as Suguru punches that man and knocks him out cold.

He’s never enjoyed it, where he sees Sukuna and Toji getting quite a thrill from beating up the Zenin, he gets it, he really does, but he doesn’t feel the same. He never really has, in fact even this is going through the motions, just like it was before his eyes danced across a pretty girl at the bar.

This was a good thing, because next in line is the mother fucker helping cause your debt, of course there was much more in play than that, but knowing they’d be beating up Naoya Zenin did indeed give Satoru that rush. Just like he wants to beat the living shit out of Mei, but she’s very connected to the Gojos, so in her case it’s better to just cut her off, take her money.

That one is a slow game.

He has so much prepared to stop them from coming for you, but all he can think is how he just wants to fucking kiss you right now, hold you in his arms another night. While the room is a bloody mess, and Gojo and his boys are winning like it’s nothing despite being outnumbered, your vision dances across his mind, the little confession you think he didn’t hear.

It’s insane to be in love this soon, right? But it’s like Satoru knew when he saw you, it was over for him, and now he just needs to get the world on the same page so you can be by his side. So you can not be so exhausted, so stressed out all of the time and so worn down, he had to try to remember what this was for, for not just you but so many people.

After Naoya is taken down, and Sukuna really sinks in the last of the hits, the warehouse door swings open, the five men and the rest of the members of the Kamo and Gojo mob walk out. It lets in a rush of cool night air, Satoru greedily takes a breath of it, looking up at an oddly clear night for this city. Hoping that you’re not too worried, that you’re okay.

He never had this before, the overwhelming need to come back to someone, to bury his face in your neck and let you hold him, a vulnerability Satoru hasn’t shared, and hasn’t felt in his life. Before you it was going through the motions, now his thoughts are just consumed by you, consumed by how badly he wants you to live a good life, and with him.

 He hears the distant sound of sirens, surely all the noise had made someone call. “Time to get out before the feds come knocking.”

The Zenin mob retreats as well, helping their leader, who can’t even walk, but truly he’s lucky to be fucking alive.

“Coke?” Satoru offers when they get in the limo, shaking a baggie of snowy powder, and Toji pulls out a bottle of liquor from the center of the limo, where the cooler sits.

“Drinks?” He suggests, but Suguru is already lighting up a blunt, smoke filling the limo of the five bruised and grinning men.

“Smoke?” He suggests, Sukuna grins then.

“All of ‘em, fuck it.”

****

Bloody and exhausted, but truly coked up, five men get out of that limo now, walking into the club. The girls there quickly clear out any guests, so that it’s just the staff, helping clean the boys up, but Satoru’s eyes are on you. You’re terrified, he sees it then, full of fear as you run up to him, and wrap your arms around him, the blood from his hand slipping across your skin.

“Satoru, are you okay!?” You’re checking him quickly, hands brushing along a bruise on his perfect cheek, the terror setting in of what Satoru’s career really was, and what it entailed. The fear of losing someone you just got in your life eating at you, making you blink back tears.

“I’m alright, sweets, it’s mostly their blood.” He’s smirking, and you exhale then, when he holds you to him closely, as the men start talking, Satoru’s just holding you against him, you’re trembling as you hold onto him, your heart racing in your chest so quickly you feel it’s going to burst. “I’m okay, shh.”

“You’re not okay.” You pull back, but he just kisses you, dried blood from a cut on his lip busting open, dripping between you. “I need to patch you up.”

“I’m fine, sweets,” he leans low, lips brushing your ear. “Just wanna be inside you right now.”

“Fuck…” you trail off, as everyone is pouring in, cleaning up, but you two really can’t get your hands off each other. He’s walking you back into the bar, lifting your right on it and stepping between your thighs, moaning. “People can see us, crazy.”

“That’s why we won’t fuck yet,” he hums, lost in your scent, lost in the adrenaline and need to possess you, as the men are now gathering to get drinks, looking at the two of you, amused.

Sukuna and his girl are even smirking at you two, Toji is tense, Suguru and Choso are quiet, but the mood is overall good. When you’re all drinking in the bar later, after Satoru at least lets you swipe the blood off his face with a damp paper towel. You and your friend are helping pour the drinks for the boys. It seems like they’re all just exhausted, it’s a little quiet as you’re handing Satoru his favorite drink.

“I lied about it being boring.” Satoru murmurs then, holding your hand carefully across the bar, you frown in concern at that, leaning forward.

“It’s not boring?” You ask quietly, and he shakes his head.

“It’s boring and pointless, and fucking stupid. But, for once, I think we did something, something that actually mattered.” You’re back on his side soon, as he tugs you against him, and the hunger there is far too intense, the desperation in which he kisses you, holds you so close.

“Satoru, why don’t you take her home,” Sukuna suggests with a chuckle. “Before you all just fuck right here.”

Satoru pulls back and grins. “Says you. I don’t wanna know how many surfaces you’ve hit.” He says with a smirk, earning Sukuna’s chuckle.

“We have not hit… many surfaces!?” His girl tries to save face, but no one really believes that. 

“Go fuck, you two need it,” Toji says with a smirk, and you blush, burying your face against Satoru’s chest then. “We’ll be just fine.”

“All right,” you’re going to say bye but Satoru’s picked you up in his arms, you’re gasping at the far too romantic and dramatic gesture, while he holds you close, carrying you out to the big black luxury car purring and ready. You feel the humid night air gently blowing on your skin, and soon you’re sitting on his lap, tears filling your eyes when he’s tilting your chin.

“I was so fucking scared,” you say finally, he frowns, sighing and nodding, tugging you close against him. “So scared, Satoru, you can’t just go fight a mob.”

“I’m a mobster baby.”

“Fuck that, we’ll go like get a ranch or something.” He’s laughing then, shaking his head as he swipes your tears.

“You want me to be a cowboy? In Gucci?”

“Yes!” You don’t laugh, even as he’s teasing you, brushing back your hair with careful fingers and kissing your forehead sweetly.

“It’s my life baby, but with you it seems so much better,” he’s soft when you slip onto his lap now, straddling him, his length pressing insistent against you, as you cup his face, kissing him.

“Satoru,” you’re drowning in him, your pulse racing in your ears, as he pulls back from your lips, sighing and looking at your neck, kissing down it, his hands trailing over your thighs, up to your hips now, everything lighting up for him. “We can… mnh… be pirates.”

“Isn’t that dangerous too?” He teases, breathy words when he nips at your collar bone, your head falls back, hair slipping down across your shoulder, nodding and sinking your teeth into your lip.

“It is but I c-can be with you on the - mnh, ship…”

“You can’t swim.”

 “I’ll learn to swim.” 

You’re playfully nipping on his lip now, but you just earn his grin, a feral grin like when he’d fingered his cum back inside you, making your tummy clench as the hot need starts filling you.

“You want me in a slutty pirate outfit, hmm?” You’re moaning even more at that image, he’s laughing against your skin, teeth brushing it, hot breath tickling you now. “Are you staying the night at your new place?”

“Don’t have clothes…”

“Think I didn’t order some?” You shake your head at him, sighing as you run your fingers down his cheek.

“Did you just know I’d say yes?”

“Had a feeling,” your kisses are more needy now, filling the car with both of your heat, as you’re losing yourself in him even more, every touch sending you, the adrenaline in both of your veins rushing. “Sweetheart…”

“Mnh… yes, I’ll stay,” he’s devouring your mouth now, little smacks of his lips, saliva dripping as you press on him, craving him completely. “You’re still insane though, y’know that?”

“I know… I need you baby,” his hands, painted crimson with blood tug at your top as you grind on him, whining out when it tears. “I'll buy you another.”

“Shh, just fuck me, please,” you're desperate as you whine out those words, he moans and sucks on your neck at the base, while his hand grips a tit and squish it in it’s rough grip, marking it with a dark red handprint. You're whining out now, cunt soaking him over his slacks when he starts tugging at his belt.

“God, I love you,” his husky whisper makes you both pause, as you look into his eyes, and he's got his cock out, hard and leaking precum. Blue eyes in the dark share a myriad of emotions, he swallows nervously, sighing. “I do, I fucking love you.”

“I love you so much, mnh…” Satoru’s got your panties tugged to the side, teeth biting at your nipple as two fingers sink in deep, curling in your already wet cunt.

“Soaked already? F’me, yeah baby?” You nod, whining out at the pressure, your eyes rolling back as his fingers hit just that spot, squelching wetness so sloppy and fucking loud as they fuck into you, your breasts pressed against his face, as you stroke his cock, slowly rubbing his leaky tip in the dark, making him whine out.

“Need you in me,” your words urge him more, he’s fingering you deeper, so deep, as you grind on them, lost in each other. ��Satoru, please.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispers, so sweet even now, pulling those fingers out and sucking your taste off them, groaning as his cheeks hollow, before he swipes it on your lips, and you’re kissing it right off him.

It’s messy and insane, the blood from his busted lip again slipping between your mouths, dripping down your chins, when he slips his tip at your entrance, groaning. “I can take it.”

“You said that last time, hmm? Tiny little cunt,” you’re slowly filled bit by bit as he drags you down further, taking more inch by inch. “Stretching you out, yeah?”

You manage a weak nod, as he eases into you deeper, you feel so full, his tip curving and hitting your spot. You’re gripping his crumpled dress shirt, soaking his length as he presses up deeper, husky moan against your lips, a hand messing up your hair as the other holds your panties to the side, tugging the material and rolling his hips while he brings you down on him.

“Ah!” The way you’re clenching him almost makes him bust then and there, you’re too tight, he’s lost then at how good you fucking feel, your sighs and how you say his name, your tits bouncing in his face as you slowly ride him. “H-haven’t been on top Toru…”

“You’re doing s’good baby, fuck you’re riding me perfect,” his words urge you, as he lifts your hips, and you’re sliding down more and more of his thick, veiny length, wetter and wetter, pulsing around him, already close. “That’s it, cum all you want, fucking use me baby, mmm…”

You’re done for then, you slip him in until he bottoms out, tip drooling on your cervix. You’re looking at him as you do, cupping his face gently and seeing those bruises form, while you roll your hips just so. He’s pressing so deep, stretching out your walls, you feel every fucking vein and ridge on his cock, crying out as he fills you so good, swallowing his pretty moans as you move.

You’re cumming with one more roll of your hips, while the two of you ride in the back of this car, arousal gushing down his slacks, his teeth sink into your neck, leaving his mark and sucking, when he jerks his hips up, smacking even deeper. He’s whispering your name as he fucks up into you now, taking control of the movements, until he’s fucking you from one orgasm into another.

“That’s it, as many times as you want,” he whispers, he’s perfect - so fucking perfect - inside you, around you, everywhere, Satoru is all there is in that moment, blissfully fucking your mind dumb. There’s no thoughts, just desire, love, need for him in every way, as the smacks get louder, and he’s taken all the control beneath you. “Cum again, sweetheart, just for me.”

You can’t help but obey when he’s running his fingers on your clit, you wonder just how fucking wrecked you look, both of you half naked and covered in dried blood all over, the people who made your life a living hell on your skin. It’s desperate and quick, the thrusts harder and harder, his hands now gripping each ass cheek, slamming you down so hard you scream out.

“That’s it, milk my cock, huh sweetheart?” You’re mindlessly grinding in little circles, aftershocks gripping his cock so good, nails pressing into his scalp as your fingers card through it. “Want me to fill you up?”

You’re nodding, choking out a yes as he’s stretching you out so good, your knees pressing into the plush leather as you cling to him, and he’s fucking harder and harder up into your cunt, so wet it’s slipping in easier even as your cunt is struggling to take how full he’s making you. Your tongues are messy as they drip, touching at the tips while his hands press into your skin, and you feel him losing his own control.

“F-fuck, baby…” He’s softly whining out then, looking at you under those snowy lashes, his blue eyes glimmering in the darkness.

“In me, please cum in me - ngh!” He’s done for at your sweet little pleas, fuck he’ll give you anything, when you’re looking at him, gripping him with your perfect cunt, walls just quivering. “Satoru!”

“Fuck…” He’s groaning out your name when his cock starts gushing white hot ropes, you feel the warmth of it then, as she does greedily milk him for more. He’s lost, his cute little whines echoing in your ears, mingling with your heavy breaths, as you two rest your foreheads together.

The rhythm slows, you’re twitching from the aftershocks, trembling in his hold, it’s a blur until he’s got you somewhat right, carrying you into his elevator, you’re still leaking his cum as he’s kissing you deeper, pressing you along the wall. He’s having you get his keys out of his pocket as he refuses to put you down, the two of you kissing even as he stumbles in.

“Shower with me?” He murmurs, eyeing your disarray then and smirking. “I made you a mess hmm baby?”

He shows you just how much of a mess when he’s got you in his bathroom now, and turns you to the mirror. You have streaks of dried blood all over, your top is ruined, bite marks and bruises from his hungry kisses. Your lips are swollen, eyes dilated and fucked up off him as he stands so tall behind you in the mirror, a huge lit mirror in a beautiful, pristine bathroom.

You look at him in the mirror, he’s just as much of a mess as you, when he tugs the rest of your clothes off, slipping them down your body in a whisper, until you’re naked for him. You have little lines from where your bra and panties pressed into your skin, marks of lace that his fingers dart across, moaning as he splays a hand on your tummy now.

“Wanna fuck so many babies into you,” his words are batshit, but you’re arching your back for him, head falling against his chest as you picture it. “Make a whole new Gojo line.”

You can’t take it, the images flitting through your head, you’re turning and stripping him now, running your hands delicately over his chiseled body. You hadn’t even seen him fully naked, the sight of him makes your throat dry, then you get emotional as you see little bruises, cuts and marks marring his perfection.

“I’m okay.” He sees it, the concern, he’s reassuring you when you should reassure him, cupping your face in his big hands now.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, ever,” you’re sniffling now, he sighs, pressing his lips on your head tenderly. “Ever, promise me.”

“I can promise that I’m strong enough to beat the shit out of anyone?”

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes, teary now, he sees them, kissing both of your eyelids as they close. “I know you’re strong but still, please.”

“I won’t let anyone land too many hits, okay?” He’s smirking even now, all boyish charm, but your glare does him in. “All right, no more teasing. Let me start a shower for you.”

Soon you’re inside his enormous tiled shower, he slides those foggy glass doors closed, peering at you carefully, touching the marks he left and moaning softly. “You enjoy that, marking me?”

“Let everyone know you belong to me, yes I do…” he’s pressing on one, sore, making you cry out, as the hot spray starts hitting both of you from overhead, the waterfall shower cascading along his back, as he runs slick hands down your skin. “Mark you everywhere.”

You want it, eager as he kisses you once more, droplets of water falling from his face onto yours, your hands slide up the strong muscles of his back, slick from the water, as he gently brushes your hair back. Soon he’s got you turned, washing your hair for you, fingers massaging your scalp, you’re moaning at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut.

“I could get used to this treatment,” you tease, but he sighs, frowning as he runs the other showerhead over your hair, rinsing the shampoo out in fragrant bubbles that fall down your legs. “It’s lovely.”

“I’ll wash your hair any time, you have been working too hard you know.” he’s conditioning your hair then, hands rubbing your shoulders, your arms, in little circles, thumbs pressing in your sore neck. You sigh in pleasure, head falling forward for more, his fingers hitting every pressure point there is. “You're gonna quit working or what?”

“Satoru, I can’t just quit working. Mnh…” He’s running his hands across your back now, turning you and pressing you against the warmth of the cream colored tiles, your eyes looking up at him, his snowy lashes dripping water droplets, forming pretty spikes that frame his eyes.

“Fine, cut back hours.” You giggle then, nodding.

“That I can do, maybe part time at the office?”

“You can be my assistant, you know.”

“You’d just fuck me all day.” He pouts.

“No, what do you think of me?” He’s kneeling then, kissing your breasts, your tummy, your hands brush back his wet strands, thick and silky against your finger tips as he eyes you. “I would get work done.”

“What work do you do though? Doesn’t… Sukuna do most of your things…”

“I look pretty and hit people. It’s very important, baby.” He’s kissing lower as you whimper now, the sound filling his ears, hot water pounding on both of you when he eyes your pussy, all puffy from him. He touches it with his fingers, watching you squirm now, smiling.

“Sore, mnh!” He’s kissing it now, making you suck in a breath.

“I’ll apologize to her,” he’s talking to your cunt then, pulling a thigh up over his shoulder, lapping his long tongue up your slit then, you’re throbbing and sore, ready again for him. “Sorry, pretty.”

“She forgives you,” he chuckles and laps his tongue up again, you’re rocking your hips against his face, leg shaking as you balance on it, his big hands pinning your hips in place. “Toru!”

“Mmm, you always taste so good, especially after I’ve filled you up,” he’s lapping at the creamy mix of his cum and yours just dripping from your little hole, his nose bumping your clit now. “That’s it, let go, I’ve got you.”

His words are more than just eating you out till you cum, they’re so much more, you’re safe with Satoru, you can breathe, let go for him. He’s slurping you down then, hungry and messy as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, the hot steam rising around the two of you. He’s pushing your sensitive cunt over the edge, humming as he sucks your clit in his mouth.

You’re shattering again, only to be lifted up by him, his tip insistently pressing on your sore entrance, all ready and soaked for him again. Your thighs press into his hips as he kisses you, and you taste the mix of his breath, your cunt and his cock all over his pink tongue. He’s shoving his cock deep, bottoming out in one go, you’re screaming hoarsely, weak now, lost in it.

“Mine, stay mine baby, please,” he’s begging you, as if you would think of anything else in the world. You’re nodding as he moans and fucks deeper, ever so slow, savoring every inch as it goes in and out of your heat. “Say it.”

“Yours, Toru, all yours.” He’s kissing you again, so intimate you can hardly breathe, as the steam filters through your nostrils, your mind, cunt stretching once more to accomodate his thickness inside you.

“Gonna put more in you, yeah? You want that?” You nod eagerly, and soon he’s pumped even more cum inside your tummy, you’re already pushing it out with the force of your orgasm, he’s biting you harder, sucking deeper. Leaving marks you don’t even know how you’ll cover up.

Toweling you dry all cute and innocent later, it takes a long time before you even see his even parts of his penthouse - soon you’ll be living here. It seems insane to just move in with a man you barely know, a mobster, but there’s no doubt in your mind of where you want to be. After living in constant fear and exhaustion, you’re now getting hot cocoa made for you, wearing cute little pajamas he bought.

Satoru himself is wearing pajama pants with kittens, it makes you giggle when you see them, you can’t help it. He crosses his arms and tilts his head while you sip your cocoa, sitting at one of the seats at the bar. “What’s so funny, Missy?”

“Just this big bad mobster wearing kitty pjs.”

“Oh yeah, think I’m not still big and bad,” he walks up to you, slipping his fingers across your chin, your hair is all dried from him carefully toweling it, silky from whatever insanely expensive conditioner he got. “Should I show you?”

“Another round?” He’s smirking, cock already straining against his pants. “How!”

“I could fuck you over and over, till you can’t even walk, then you’ll have to take a leave of absence.” You’re giggling but he’s dead serious, tilting your chin up with two fingers, your hand puts down the mug with a little clink. “I’m serious.”

“I cannot take more dick yet, I hurt.”

“Talking shit but can’t take it?”

“I can’t tell if you’re a jerk or sweet at any given moment.” He smiles and you laugh, shaking your head when he tugs you to stand. 

“It’s part of my charm, don’t you think?”

“Maybe…” you tip toe and hug him around his broad chest, bare and soft from the shower, still marked up in ways that scare you. “Are you sure about this, me living with you?”

“I’ve never been more sure than the moment I saw you, that I knew I wanted to take care of you,” his words melt your heart, you’re kissing him again.

It’s dangerous to kiss Satoru Gojo, when he’s rock hard with a huge cock and an insatiable appetite, you barely get a look at his bed before you’re folded in a mating press, you know it’s pretty and comfy from the glimpses you get when he shoves your face against it. When you arch for him, crying out at how sore you are, only making him harder, and making you cum more.

He’s fucking every worry out of your brain like that’s his only job in life, until he’s gotta clean you up again, until those marks are deeper, and you’re truly not sure how you’ll move tomorrow. How you’ll leave this bed, and maybe that is Satoru’s goal, to force some fucking rest and self care on the girl he loves, the one that runs off ramen and red bull.

The one he’ll never let go, in his arms that night, sighing as he tugs you so close to him, stroking a hand down your back soothingly. “You think she’ll leave me alone for good?”

“She won’t know where to find you, but yes. I think I gave her enough to fuck off. And I thought my parents were shitty.”

“Yours still were in their own ways,” you lean up now, chin resting on your hand as you study him. “If we ever… become parents, they shouldn’t be forced into this.”

“I agree,” he swallows nervously, and you blush deeply.

“I’m thinking so forward here.”

“It’s okay, I like that.” He kisses your head, brushing your hair now soothingly, as the exhaustion hits. “I’ll make sure they never have to.”

“I know you would, you’re Satoru Gojo.”

“Amazing huh?”

“Shh.” He’s chuckling as you kiss him, holding you tightly, and you finally rest for once in his strong embrace, feeling everything falling into place.

This was just supposed to be a little mini series so it will be wrapping up next chapter, it'll be a little epilogue! ty for reading this one, I love writing Toru so damn cute after making him a jerk in my other fics lol

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[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - 7th Anniversary (1/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

✧ 7th Anniversary Event | Part 1 (Prologue + Day 1-2) | Part 2 (Day3-4) | Part 3 (Final Day)

—In this monochrome world, he surrenders wholeheartedly—

to the pain that comes with loving you and becoming human.

⚠️A MUST-READ before reading Kite SP! Lucien’s colorblindness confession + S1 Chapter 13 closure after 7 years , all in content global will never get because Elex never translate anniversary content :////.

Translation under the cut!

Due to time constraints, I wasn’t able to fully subtitle this story, but I did sub two of the most important parts. I truly hope you’ll take the time to watch those videos. The bgm is perfectly matched, and the voice acting is absolutely phenomenal~

Or, if you'd like to simply follow along the voice acting while reading my translation and notes, you can also watch it [here].

[Prologue]

For more context, at the start of the prologue, MC announced the start of the company’s annual leave, which coincides with Loveland City’s “爱在有你的城市” event. During this event, the entire city is transformed into a love-themed festival, complete with decorations, photo spots, and a heart/love-hunting challenge~

The tail lights grow brighter, casting a hazy red glow over the evening rush hour. The taxi slows to a stop as I look out the window. Just ahead, the next intersection marks the location of the research institute.

My phone suddenly vibrates. It’s my recent collaborator on the line.

Collaborator: Miss Producer, regarding the project topic we discussed earlier, a relevant expert recommended someone to us.

Collaborator: Coincidentally, you should be pretty familiar with that professor.

I have a vague premonition about what’s coming, yet the moment I hear that name, I still can’t help but smile.

There are always some coincidences that are romantic and defy reason. They appear on the most ordinary of commutes like a gift casually handed over by the world.

MC: No problem, I’ll go invite him to join our show.

Perhaps because of this work phone call, I feel that picking up my boyfriend from work has gained some "not-so-innocent" purpose.

T/N: mirroring how the first time he met her, he also had a not-so-simple / not-so-innocent purpose (“不单纯”的目的) :””””

After considering it, I decided to go straight to the lab's entrance and wait for Lucien.

His work should also be nearing its end by now

The last trace of twilight falls into the empty corridor, and the hum of the machinery operating in the laboratory can be heard faintly.

I don't know why, but this current situation vaguely reminds me of an afternoon from long ago.

It feels like so much time has passed, yet somehow that past also feels very close.

As I’m about to knock on the door, the door of the laboratory opens.

His hand rests casually in his pocket, and those cold eyes soften into a faint curve when they meet my gaze.

Before he can speak, I feign seriousness and bow slightly.

MC: [the EXACT same words as 7 years ago] Hello, I’m looking for Professor Lucien.

Lucien freezes for a moment, but he quickly reacts and nods at me in cooperation.

Lucien: Lucien? What do you want with him?

MC: I’m a producer from (company name). Here’s my card.

MC: I hope to invite the professor to be our guest on the new show produced by the 'Miracle Finder’ team.

I mime the action of taking a business card out of my pocket and handing it over, only to have the person in front of me smoothly catch my fingertips.

Lucien: It’s truly my honor to have the opportunity to work with such a great producer. You know, I’m a loyal viewer of your show.

I can’t hold back anymore and break into laughter.

MC: Professor Lucien, that’s not what you said back then.

Lucien: Is that so? Then, his response back then wasn’t good and deserves criticism.

He speaks with a serious tone, then ends up laughing himself. He naturally takes my hand, heads back to the office to change, grabs his bag, and walks out of the research institute with me.

The evening breeze blows gently, and the colorful, interwoven lights make the city glow as bright as day, brimming with lively and bustling atmosphere everywhere.

This year’s event is particularly grand. With the entire city responding to City Hall's appeal, countless beating hearts have spread throughout our lives overnight.

I point to a heart-shaped streetlight by the roadside that has just been revamped.

MC: It feels quite magical when the environment you’re accustomed to suddenly changes into something different.

Lucien: Do you like this kind of change?

MC: I do like it. But to be precise, I like seeing all its different forms together with you.

MC: For example, before coming to pick you up from work today, I got a call. A collaborator hoped I could invite you to help with our project.

MC: I suddenly thought of the first time I came to the research institute to find you.

MC: If it weren’t for that opportunity and purpose back then… Anyway, I’m still very grateful that Uncle John recommended you to me at the time.

Lucien: It doesn’t matter. Even if you had missed that call, I would still come to you.

His words are vague, but I understand everything. My heart softens, and I can’t help but pinch the tip of his nose.

MC: But now, I don’t need any reasons or purposes.

MC: I just wanted to pick up my boyfriend from work, so I came—obeying that instinct from my heart~

I meaningfully wink at Lucien, and he smiles before suddenly leaning in close.

Lucien: [whispers softly] You're right. Then I should also obey my instinct at this moment.

His warm breath falls on the edge of my lips as he envelops them, tender and lingering.

Perhaps our actions echoed the spirit of the event perfectly, as the light and shadow cast by the nearby street lamp suddenly shaped themselves into a throbbing heart beneath us.

The sudden "spotlight" catches us off guard, and we instinctively freeze for a moment. After briefly exchanging glances, we burst into laughter together.

Lucien: Speaking of which, the city should get even livelier in the next few days. Would you like to take a look?

Lucien: I think it shouldn't affect our anniversary plan.

MC: [teasingly] That's true, but I never thought Professor Lucien would be the type to enjoy joining in on festivities like this?

Seeing me teasingly ask back on purpose, he actually pauses to think as if giving it some serious thought.

Lucien: Maybe it's because you're here. We will always encounter something, and I’m looking forward to these unknown surprises.

MC: So what should we do at the event? After all, it’s the anniversary.

MC: Last year, we did some decluttering and letting go. The year before, we attended a big event, and I listened to your presentation. It seems like every year has a purpose.

MC: This year…

Lucien: [chuckles] Let's not do anything this year.

MC: Eh?

Lucien: A simple stroll would be nice, or just chatting is fine too.

Lucien: Just like you said earlier, this time, we don’t need any so-called opportunities or purposes. We simply need to follow our hearts to encounter and experience whatever comes our way.

Lucien: As long as I’m with you, something will always happen, and there will always be beautiful scenery.

✂———————–

—Day 1 -Floral Road - A Kiss Unto Eternity (一吻至永久)—

Colorful flags flutter gently in the wind, while fallen white magnolia petals tint the winter with warmth.

Just as Lucien said, this event is quite lively.

To avoid traffic we got off the bus early and strolled at a relaxed pace toward Floral Road.

The once-quiet cultural street is now transformed with new decorations, and pedestrians are constantly streaming by. Some even look like tourists as they take pictures in front of various installations.

My line of sight sweeps over the brightly colored balloons hanging in front of the florist's store and then falls on the eye-catching heart-shaped cup holders on the milk tea store's counter.

Seemingly influenced by the environment, my heart can't help but leap with joy, and I shake our clasped hands.

MC: They say the activity is about hunting hearts, but this looks way too easy. Look at that store over there, and that sign...

As I speak, I release Lucien's hand and stride through a heart-shaped photo wall, waving at him from the other side.

MC: Found another one!

Boom! Pop!

Not far away, it seems that someone has discovered a hidden heart-shaped Easter egg, and the balloons hanging nearby pop one by one, releasing countless colorful plush heart-shaped hairpins.

Like a miniature fireworks display.

Before I can even come to my senses, Lucien has already walked up to me.

I don't know when, but Lucien has somehow managed to get a pink hairpin and gently pins it into my hair.

Lucien: [chuckles] I’ve found one too.

MC: [laughs] Hahaha, that doesn’t count! It was the reward for triggering that special heart just now, right?

Lucien: Really? I don’t think so.

Lucien: Since the activity is about hunting hearts from every corner, then as long as it’s a 'heart', it’s all part of a 'fair competition.'

Lucien: The important thing is the process of searching and discovering; perhaps the result isn't the most important part.

He says this with such seriousness, his eyes and brows curve into a smile, which makes me unable to resist teasing him. I loop my arm around his wrist, aim my phone at us, and snap a photo.

MC: According to Professor Lucien’s theory, this photo has four hearts in it.

Lucien: [playing along] Four, you say?

He looks at the picture with keen interest, then squints his eyes.

Lucien: I found them. The two ‘hidden’ hearts are in my eyes when I look at MC.

MC: They’re clearly in my eyes!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then, a certain lady's answer just now was wrong. No matter how you look at it, there should be six hearts.

Looking at his squinting eyes, I belatedly realize that this little thought of mine has been guessed by this person!

MC: Oh, let me see…

I simply stand on tiptoe and lean closer, eyes wide as I look straight into those deep eyes.

MC: [smiles softly] Between the heartbeat in my eyes and the heartbeat in Professor Lucien's eyes, which one beats faster?

Lucien: Alright, then let’s have a competition.

He cooperatively lowers his head slightly and gazes back at me.

The sunlight is soft, the breeze gentle, and each beat of the heart is so clear and distinct.

A young couple passes by us, laughing and shouting, "Let’s see who finds more!"

A small cheer comes from the coffee shop in the distance, and a lucky customer, the grandmother, smiles happily as she sticks the heart-shaped sticker she just got onto the faces of the grandfather and the little girl beside her.

Faintly, the sound of balloons popping comes from behind, probably because another hidden heart has been found.

Compared to others, Lucien and I don't seem to be the most enthusiastic.

But for some reason, the corners of my mouth can't help but lift, as if I’ve been immersed in a gentle feeling.

Finally, this inexplicably started 'staring contest' comes to an end after I kiss Lucien to show my surrender.

We continue walking hand in hand, passing by all sorts of people—some leisurely, some bustling—and passing by various heart-shaped decorations.

MC: This feeling of having no purpose is so wonderful... It’s like time is slowing down, and everything around us feels like the focus of a camera lens.

MC: It’s as if this road could go on forever, with no end in sight.

Lucien: If that's what you want to do, of course I'm happy to go along with it.

The sincere words tenderly wrapped in a jest make me feel light and carefree.

MC: Lucien, can we really be this simple?

Lucien: I don’t know either, but it seems like there’s no such thing as ‘impossible’.

He pauses for a moment, then asks me.

Lucien: MC, are you happy right now?

MC: Um, I'm really happy.

Lucien: Then that's enough. This proves that being this simple is also perfectly fine.

He silently tightens his grip on my hand, and I turn to sneak a glance at him. The fine strands of his hair slightly cover his brows and eyes, appearing soft and fluffy under the sunlight.

This person has always been goal-oriented and decisive in his steps. I imagine it’s rare for him to fully relax without thinking about anything like this.

Suddenly, I sincerely hope that this road could have no end.

As if noticing my gaze, Lucien looks over, the corners of his lips curling into a smile.

Lucien: What are you feeling?

MC: Hmm… I'm feeling sunshine, a light breeze, happiness, and you~

I smile at him and gently squeeze his palm.

MC: What about you? Is there something you want to do right now?

Lucien rarely takes a moment to think, then suddenly smiles but doesn’t speak right away.

MC: What did you think of? Come on, spill it!

Lucien: If I tell you, what will you give me in exchange?

MC: [pouts] What? Even this needs an equal trade?!

Lucien: Mm, because it’s my secret.

His tone, so confident and justified, leaves me speechless; all I can do is hum in protest.

MC: [unamused] Hmph, that’s playing dirty.

Lucien: [chuckles] Maybe just a little.

After he finishes speaking, he laughs too, the corners of his eyes curving into lovely arcs, which makes me feel that this kind of Lucien has a sort of indescribable cuteness.

The swaying shadows of the trees, the sweet words of lovers, everything in the air seems to be mixed with a fragrant sweetness.

Lucien: MC, wait for me a second.

Lucien seems to have noticed something. After finishing his sentence, he runs toward a spot not far away.

Following the view of his back as he walks away, I finally catch sight of a stall selling balloons at the street corner.

The sunshine falls onto the chubby heart-shaped balloons and refracts into rainbow-colored halos.

Lucien lines up at the end of the queue and turns to wave at me.

Even from a distance, I can clearly see the smile at the corner of his lips.

At this moment, he appears no different from the other lovers waiting nearby.

I also smile and wave back at him.

I guess I’m no different either.

Soon, Lucien returns to me with a balloon in hand and hands it to me.

In truth, all the heart-shaped balloons at the stall look the same, yet I can’t help feeling that this heart of mine is the most beautiful.

Lucien: Dear lady, would you like to fall in love with me?

Lucien suddenly speaks, catching me off guard for a moment. But after that, I can't help but laugh.

The person before me seems to be bathed in the gentle warmth of a winter's day, even his hair so soft and fluffy that it feels like it’s inviting a kiss.

I can’t resist smiling, but I still pretend to be formal and clear my throat lightly twice.

MC: Sure. What does this gentleman have in mind for how we will go about it?

He feigns to think seriously for a moment.

Lucien: Confessing, holding hands, going shopping, eating, taking pictures, watching movies... we can do these one by one, or we can do them every day.

MC: What about today? Where do we start?

Lucien takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] Maybe we could start with a kiss.

Lucien: Perhaps, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.

A gentle kiss descends, blooming with tender beats, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

But that butterfly clearly rests on my heart, as if to say it’s my heart that’s fluttering.

✂———————–

Small analysis: While there's not much happening in Prologue + Day 1, it does deliberately pose the core question that threads through the entire anniversary story: Can they truly stay together if there’s no ‘purpose’ pushing them to meet? And what will this purpose-less journey bring them? This question is then answered, layer by layer, over the following days.

✂———————–

—Day 2 -Loveland Eastern Bay - Where The Fluttering Heart Rest (心动栖息处)—

T/N: The title "心动栖息处" (xīn dòng qī xī chù) is really perfect for this part T-T, it can be broken down as follows:

"心动" (xīn dòng) literally means ‘heart moves’, but it carries connotations of emotional stirring, attraction, or the feeling of falling for someone or something.

"栖息处" (qī xī chù) refers to a resting place, dwelling, or sanctuary. Imagine birds perching, souls finding refuge… or his heart finding a resting place that is her.

This part contains heavy references from CN 3rd Anniversary Event - Love Carnival, which has not been released (and sadly, won’t be since Elex is a stingy a-) in EN! Lucien who canonically rambles a lot when he’s scared of something is really cute- (and sometimes sad in certain scenes like the main story:”)

MC: They actually built a drop tower here?

MC: …And over there, they also planned a dedicated camping site!

MC: Turns out this cross-sea bridge is built so well, wow——

The salty sea breeze rushes in through the half-open car window as I watch the bay leap into view, my words flowing incessantly like the ceaseless waves.

Lucien turns the steering wheel, his gaze casually sweeping over the places I just mentioned.

Lucien: Earlier, I also noticed that several roads leading to the neighboring city are under maintenance. Judging by the project names, it seems there will soon be a scenic highway.

Lucien: That old hotel by the coast seems to have reopened, looks like it’s been turned into an eco-resort.

Lucien: A few private cars in the lane to our right are heading that way, and one even has a mountain bike strapped to its roof.

His incredibly detailed description makes me blink; I don’t seem to notice any of the things he talks about at all!

MC: Mister, how are you able to observe so much while driving?

Lucien: Maybe it’s because the lady in my passenger seat is too focused. It makes me want to try my best to help her see more so that she doesn't miss any of the scenery she wants to take a look at.

His explanation sounds inexplicably romantic, and a wave of softness washes over my heart.

These past few days, we’ve been going out for walks every day—sometimes just around the neighborhood and sometimes taking the bus to places a bit farther away.

This city has indeed undergone many changes without us realizing it. It feels as if we just looked away for a moment, and suddenly noticed that it has already transformed into a different look.

Today, we decided to head straight to the very edge of the event area, and to our surprise, this place is not only bustling with activities but has also changed a lot.

After Lucien parks the car, we follow the crowd onto the bay boardwalk.

Waves crash against the rocks with dull and muffled sounds, and seabirds circle low in the sky, occasionally resting on the trees.

The heart-shaped decorations on the boardwalk and the heart-shaped balloons by the mobile stalls fill the entire bay with the air of passionate romance.

As we get closer, we discover that the newly built drop tower is a ‘manual’ one, different from the conventional kind.

After visitors take their seats, they pull the rope continuously to rise to the top. Then they let go to enjoy the free fall. Although the speed isn’t slow, it looks much gentler than usual.

Lucien and I look over at the same time, and I instinctively recall the scene from a few years ago when I rode the Rotating Wind-and-Fire Wheel with him.

This man, who is always calm and without weaknesses, instinctively started rambling in midair, his hair blown into disarray by the wind. Just thinking back to that memory now makes me unable to hold back my grin.

Lucien: [in a helpless tone] MC, that smile of yours right now...

Lucien: It looks a little mean.

MC: Hehe, what are you talking about~? I was just thinking about some adorable moments and wondering how I could see them again.

He raises his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Lucien: That depends on your sincerity.

His slender fingertips naturally tuck the stray strands of hair by my ear, and I lean forward, taking the chance to kiss the side of his face.

MC: I’ll pay a deposit first!

Lucien: I’m looking forward to the moment this lady settles the rest of the 'payment’.

Lucien gladly accepts my ‘deposit’ and takes my hand, leading me toward the entrance of the drop tower. Seeing that he has no intention to hesitate at all, and even has a somewhat confident stride, I tentatively speak up.

MC: Professor Lucien, are you really not scared?

Lucien: Of course not, and I wasn’t afraid back then either.

Pfft, who asked about back then…? I hold back my laugh and pretend to believe him as I nod.

It is not until I sit down with the safety bar in place and listen to the staff explaining the precautions, that I suddenly feel a sense of nervousness.

I look up at the distant top and gulp.

Even though the ascent and descent can be controlled manually, it’s still so high!

Lucien: [with his totally-not-scared rambles] The rope has quite a bit of friction, probably for safety reasons. Don’t grip it too tightly later so you don’t get bruised, or you can just put your hand on mine instead.

Lucien: If you're ready, let's pull the rope.

The person beside me smiles faintly, looking no different from usual, but I see him quietly press down on the safety bar a few more times after it is locked into place.

For a moment, the nervousness in my heart seems to be overwhelmed by a stronger sense of anticipation. I place my hand on the rope as well and apply a little force.

MC: Ready! Let’s go!

With a strong pull, our feet begin to lift off the ground amidst the cheerful music.

Perhaps because the ‘manual’ drop tower feels too free, the seat keeps swaying during the ascent, and I faintly sense the palm placed over the back of my hand tightening almost imperceptibly.

The view becomes increasingly expansive, and I can almost see the boats in the distance. The wind rushes past with a whooshing sound, mingling with the thumping of my heartbeat.

I turn to look at Lucien. His expression remains indifferent as always, but his slightly tense body and hair left disheveled by the wind both give me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Faced with such vivid and genuine adorableness, it feels like a happiness that I can see and touch.

I can’t help but lean in close to his ear and speak.

MC: Professor Lucien, you can scream out loud if you're scared.

But I end up laughing first before he even reacts. Lucien’s hand keeps pulling the rope, and his bright eyes seem to be completely filled by me.

Lucien: [continuing his instinctive ramble] Its rate of ascent is entirely controlled by us, and its descent doesn’t even reach the normal gravitational acceleration of 9.80 m/s2.

Lucien: [sir are you sure you're not convincing yourself-] We’re perfectly safe, so there’s no need for you to be afraid, Miss.

MC: [laughs heartily] This is bad! Lucien, you're even cuter than I thought you'd be.

Lucien: But for me, the you in my eyes right now is the cutest.

While speaking, we’ve already risen to the top of the drop tower, and the whole bay is laid out before us. Countless hearts adorn the scene as if the bay is fully blooming with love.

The ocean lies beneath our feet, and we can grasp the sky just by reaching out our hands.

I spread my arms wide and take a deep breath of air.

MC: We’ve reached the top———

MC: Lucien! If you’re scared, just shout out loud! I promise I won’t laugh at you!

High in the air I can hear my voice trembling slightly with feigned courage. It doesn't sound convincing, but it draws a chuckle from the person beside me.

Lucien: [chuckles softly] MC, I’m really not scared.

Lucien: After all, this one doesn’t spin.

As he finishes speaking, he suddenly lets go of the rope, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly engulfs me.

I scream instinctively. Then I suddenly realize what Lucien meant and burst out laughing.

MC: Ahahahaha!

Amid the rapidly passing airflow, the world and everything in it streams past Lucien's eyes, yet his gaze remains steadily fixed on one figure.

The way she squints her eyes in fear, the way she laughs at her own words—brilliant and captivatingly dazzling.

The uneasy feeling that he's not adept at controlling still lingers in his chest, but it seems less significant under the more intense heartbeat.

Because she is here, because she likes this version of himself.

T/N: Likes this version of him where he is the most genuine and real, likes this kind of cute him that also feels afraid over riding extreme rides, likes his instinctive rambling when he gets scared, likes everything that makes him, him includes his flaws and all :”

In a daze, Lucien feels as if he is still standing firmly on solid ground, feeling utterly at ease. With this thought, he mimics the girl’s actions and spreads his arms wide.

The drop tower goes up and down, rising one moment and falling the next.

Just like being in love.

As the ending music plays, Lucien and I get off the drop tower. Seeing each other’s messy hair, we exchange smiles.

I stand on my tiptoes to help him straighten his glasses, letting him smooth down my hair as I speak with a laugh.

MC: I'll take you on a faster ride next time~

Lucien: [chuckles] MC, do you really want to hear something like 'I’m afraid’ from my own mouth?

I think for a moment, then lift my hand to tap the tip of his nose before jumping back a few steps.

MC: I just enjoy messing with you, that’s all.

MC: I wonder if this counts as being taught well by a certain teacher~

The smile in Lucien’s eyes deepens as he steps forward and takes my hand, leading me just in time to stride over a bubble that has floated over from who knows where.

Soap bubbles land on our shoulders and hair, refracting tiny, colorful specks of light.

Lucien: What do you think—how would the organizers secretly hide hearts in the sea?

This question is a bit sudden, but it sounds sincere. It’s just that the curved corners of his lips and eyes make him look like a smiling little fox.

I know he doesn’t actually care about the answer to this question at all, but I still willingly fall into his trap.

MC: Maybe! Let’s hurry up and go look!

In return, I simply tug him along, stepping into the seawater lapping over the beach and running forward in big strides.

I know that at this very moment, a certain professor's mind must be spinning, completely preoccupied with thoughts of me.

MC: [smiles softly] Lucien, is there anything else you don’t dare to do?

Lucien: [chuckles] Yes, there is.

He answers so straightforwardly that, for a moment, I think he’s planning to confess just like that.

Lucien: But as for what exactly… I’m always ready for you to come and explore.

✂———————–

Just like the ups and downs of a drop tower, the unpredictable highs and lows of love are the same—both of them leave him feeling uneasy. He’s still not great at managing his uneasiness, yet her presence by his side, along with the knowledge that she accepts and likes him with all his imperfections, gives him a steady and stable sense of security, just like standing on solid ground🥺 Also, can we talk a bit about how endearing his heartbeat quickens because of her, to the point that it distracts him from his uneasiness 🤧

✂———————–

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Request: How about some jealousy headcannons for Velvet , Eleanor, and Magilou?

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, Magilou Jealousy HC's

Honestly, I was waiting until I had access to the skit sprites, and now that I have, it's time to UNLEASH the Berseria asks that's been laying dormant for nearly a year.

Velvet's jealousy is quiet, and very terrifying.

Thinking about it logically, she really shouldn't be that angry about S/O simply talking to other people than her.

She was a Daemon after all. And yet, S/O chose to stay with her despite that.

And right now, they were doing anything but that.

It takes a long while for the jealousy to build up, but it's nearly ready to blow up.

S/O notices her glaring at them, and the person they're talking to.

After a few moments, Velvet realizes she's staring and quickly looks away, acting like nothing is happening.

S/O walks after her, with Velvet continuing to walk despite her name being called.

(S/O) "Velvet?"

(Velvet) "What?"

(S/O) "Are you alright?"

She stops walking and glares at them again.

(Velvet) "Fine. Why?"

(S/O) "You...just looked a little angry is all-"

Her eyes narrow as her fists clench.

(Velvet) "A little?"

(S/O) "O-Okay, really angry! I'm sorry I haven't had much time for you lately, I've just been trying to get supplies and-"

(Velvet) "I said it's fine. Better for us to be stocked up anyway than wasting time."

She tries to play it off, but S/O knows her better than anyone at this point.

(S/O) "Well, I could use your help carrying some of it back to our rooms. And...I'd like to have some time alone with you, actually. There's this pretty spot near the inn we can sit down at!"

Velvet simply sighs and her shoulders relax a little.

Choosing to not mention the blush on her cheeks, S/O gently grabs her hand and squeezes it for reassurance.

Velvet says nothing else and lets them hold it for a few more seconds before slowly letting go.

(Velvet) "Come on, show me where we're putting the supplies."

Eleanor feels guilty for even thinking about being jealous.

The two of them were busy, especially on a journey like this, romance was almost impossible. She knew this, and yet...

Eleanor pouts when she sees S/O speaking to the other members of the group and goes off to be alone for a moment.

Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.

The sun was about to set, watching it glisten along the coastline they were on.

(Eleanor) "Maybe during the voyage, we could...-"

(S/O) "Eleanor?"

Eleanor nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears S/O voice come from behind.

(S/O) "Are you okay? You look upset."

(Eleanor) "A-Ah...Don't worry I-..."

Eleanor thought S/O was too busy to notice her lately, yet the fact they noticed her leaving in a crowded inn made her guilt grow.

She cuts herself off before simply sighing and clearing her throat.

(Eleanor) "I'd like to get dinner with you, if you don't mind."

(S/O) "Oh, sure. I can grab the others and-"

S/O immediately noticed Eleanor's body posture change, both her hands going behind her back.

S/O gently smiles at her before nodding.

(S/O) "There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Where do you want to go? My treat, tonight."

Eleanor smiled back and nodded.

(Eleanor) "I recall seeing an interesting food stand in town. Perhaps they're still open?"

Magilou doesn't really get that jealous.

She knows when people are lying or being serious.

She also is very much aware of herself, and how she truly feels.

Not to mention the incredible circumstances she and S/O found themselves in, going to assassinate a world leader.

With that being said, it would be remiss of her to not embarrass her S/O at every opportunity.

That was a sign of true love!

S/O is simply talking to Eizen regarding the Van Eltia.

And that was the time to strike.

(Magilou) "S/OOOOOOOOOOO!"

Magilou called out for S/O's name as she extended her hands and nearly tackling them to the floor.

Barely fending Magilou off of them, S/O stared at Magilou who began flailing at them.

Eizen gives Magilou an extremely unamused look while S/O tries to shut her up, with everyone looking at their direction.

The crew, port workers, the rest of the group, everyone's attention was on them.

(S/O) "W-What are you doing, Magilou?!"

(Magilou) "You barely spend time with me at all lately! As your beloved, I demand that you give me attention too!"

(S/O) "We were literally just talking ten minutes ago!"

(Magilou) "It's not enough!"

(Eizen) "Are you done? S/O has to get the supplies on the ship before sunset."

(Magilou) "This is a matter of the heart, Eizen! You wouldn't understand, for you do not possess a maiden of your own!"

(S/O) "I'll talk with you once I'm done, Magi! Just give me a few-"

(Magilou) "UGH! You wound me, S/O!"

(Velvet) "I'm about to give you a wound if you keep this noise up."

(Magilou) "Believe me, you'll understand my feelings once you have someone to call your own!"

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE ebten・WonderGOO Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Ruki VS Azusa VS Kino ~”

Original Title: DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE ebten・WonderGOO特典ドラマCD「ヴァンパイア達の日常ボードゲーム編~ルキVSアズサVSキノ~」

Translation: Here! Huge thanks to @otomehonyaku for her hard work ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Audio: Here (CD owned by me). Please do not reupload anywhere.

Starring: Ruki Mukami (CV: Takahiro Sakurai), Azusa Mukami (CV: Daisuke Kishio), Kino (CV: Tomoaki Moaeno)

Plot: Kino downloads a new app based on a board game. As he starts the game, he is suddenly sucked into his phone by a powerful force. Meanwhile, at the Mukami manor, Azusa asks Ruki for help with installing the very same game, resulting in the two of them experiencing the same mishap as Kino. The three boys now find themselves in what they quickly deduce to be the world of the game they were trying to play. Now they must (try) to work together to win the game in order to get back to the real world.

My Thoughts: Below the cut. They are mostly centered around Ruki but honestly what else would you expect from me by this point?

I hope you all enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

Anyone who's listened to the other CDs in this board game series will know that they are absolute gold. Particularly the one starring Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru. Truly Dialovers crack at its finest.

While I don't consider this CD to be as funny as the one I just mentioned, nor as funny as a lot of the other silly ones in general tbh, I still had a good time listening to it, and genuinely laughed at some points throughout. And ultimately that is what I wanted to get out of the CD in the first place, so I have no complaints. Hopefully it got – or if you haven't listened to it yet, gets – at least one laugh out of you as well!

(Spoiler-ish thoughts below)

I found the dynamic between Ruki and Kino to be pretty entertaining. These two do NOT get along, as to be expected with how clashing their personalities are and how their previous interactions have gone. They piss each other off pretty consistently in this CD, even focusing on arguing with each other while facing an active threat. I enjoyed their bickering and digs at each other but I did feel bad for poor Azusa who just wants everyone to be friends and also y'know deal with aforementioned threat. I'd probably say that he acts the most mature here, most of the time anyway.

Speaking of Azusa the interactions between him and Ruki are also great but for the exact opposite reason. Their relationship is so wholesome and sweet, and it's so obvious that Ruki has a soft spot for his baby brother (which Azusa does try to take some advantage of near the end lol).

The highlight of the CD though for me is when Ruki tries to capture the golden rabbit by telling it in the sternest most commanding tone of voice to jump into his arms. Sakurai's delivery here is Perfect (what else is new tho) and made even better by the fact that it's directed at a literal rabbit. I also love how genuinely puzzled Ruki is that his foolproof tactic fails. Stellar stuff that honestly made this CD 100% worth buying.

It does feel as though - in true silly tokuten fashion - Ruki's IQ has dropped a few digits, but it doesn't bother me much in the context of these CDs. After all they're not meant to be taken seriously, but rather for the listener to simply enjoy the chaos and absurdity.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

can you please write something with Drilla Moloney and Fem Reader,

They are both dating but long distance due to Dan's Schedules in Japan and when Drilla came back home from an NJPW Show she's surprised him at his place in Japan and they share an loving shower together with some intimacy (can be light smut) and than curled up together in bed and cuddle a lot and he admits that he's thankful that she is always on his side no matter how far they are away from each other🖤

Zen

Drilla Moloney x Fem reader Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of depression, alcohol, drugs, Oral (M&F receiving), face sitting, hand jobs, vunrable Dan, Mommy kink, cockwarming

Summary: A very vunrable Drilla Moloney is missing his girlfriend and is feeling quite down on himself. It gets to the point where his negative feelings scare his girlfriend so much that she flys all the way to Japan to check on him. What happens when she relises what he needs is for her to be in control and help him be zen.

An: Happy Bullet Club day to all who celebrate! This is my firs Drilla fic! Also I know the request said light smut but I got a bit carried away with myself, whoops. I've never wrote anything like this so I hope you enjoy it!

"I'm really struggling baby. I miss you so much, I wish you were here right now to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay" It pained me to hear Dan like this. He always acted to tough, he was so strong, I knew he must be truly hurting for him to be admiting this to me. "I miss you too Danny. I know it's hard but this is your dream, as much as this pains me to say this, you have to stop worring about me all the time. I promise you it will all be worth it in the end" I tried my best to comfort him but there is only so much you can do on the phone. "I need you here with me" I didn't even recognize his voice on the other line. "I promise you will see me soon. I love you Dan, so much. I'm always going to be one call away. You can call me whenever you need to, even in the middle of the night"

To be completely honest that phone call with Dan scared the shit out of me. This was completely unlike him. For the first time, I was scared for his safety. I texted his best friend and tag team partner Clark Connors and asked him to keep an eye on him for me. I booked the first flight I could get to Japan and was going to surprise Dan. A last-minute flight across the world was expensive but he needed me and I needed him. The flight was long and hard but it would be worth it. When I arrived in Tokyo it was already late, I knew Dan had a show so he wouldn't get home for a few hours. In the meantime, I decided to make a nice dinner for when he got back. When I entered the apartment I was shocked at how messy it was. Piles of clothes on the floor, garbage everywhere. This wasn't like him. When I entered the bedroom I noticed a familiar scent but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I looked around the room and noticed a bottle of perfume. It wasn't just any perfume but my perfume, I wore this perfume daily. The side of the bed where I would normally sleep was drenched in it. I didn't realise how bad it was.

Before I did anything else I knew I had to clean the appartment. It looked like a tornado went through the place. The first step to a calm mind is a clean space. I felt like I was suffocating and I had only been in the place for 30 minutes. Who knows how long Dan had been living like this? I coudn't tell which clothes were clean or dirty, everything was just thrown in piles across the room. I decided to throw everything in the wash along with the bed sheets, who doesn't like to come home to clean sheets after a hard day? Once I tackled that mess I moved to the kitchen. I don't know why I was expecting there to be food in the fridge. All I found was beer and a half empty box of pizza. I ended up ordering some food instaid, I didn't want to go grocery shopping and possibly miss him coming home.

Just as I was finishing putting on the clean sheets Dan was home. I didn't even have to say anything he just knew I was there. "Y/n?" I heard him call from the kitchen. "Surprise!" I yelled before jumping in his arms, gretting him with a kiss.

...........

I felt pathetic. I felt empty. I felt ashamed of myself for sounding so vunrable. I knew I scared Y/n when I called her on the phone, I knew I shoudn't have said anything but I just needed her to know. Long distance relationships of any kind are hard but they are even harder when you are on the other side of the world. I always missed Y/n but this time I felt like would die without her. Yes I know it's pathetic but she was my other half, she was my home, she was my everything. We normally didn't spend more than a month apart but this time it was three and I was starting to question if it was worth it. Looking around my appartment I saw how much of a dump it had become. Clothing everywhere, beer cans and pizza boxes scattered around the place. Y/n would be ashamed of me. This isn't like me, I'm actually a very organized person but for some reason I coudn't find it in me to clean up. I store up at the ceiling unable to sleep, god I missed her. I turned to find the bottle of perfume I bought. It was the same one Y/n wore. I know it sounds pathetic but when I coudn't sleep I would spray the pillows with her perfume so it was like she was there next to me. It wasn't the same but it worked. Nights like that I slept like a baby, clutching that pillow like my life depended on it.

....

As I was returning to my appartment from another gruling NJPW show I just felt it in my gut Y/n would be waiting for me. As I turned my key in the door I could feel her energy in the room. "Y/n?" I called out, wondering if my mind was playing a cruel joke on me. "Supprise!" she yelled, jumping in my arms to welcome me with a kiss. "What are you doing here?!" I asked in disbelief. "I told you that whenever you need me I will be right there by your side. I know your hurting Danny, let me help you" she told me softly as she wiped away the tears that fell from my face. I didn't even know I was crying. I held her close to me, scared I was halucinating but Y/n really was there.

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you are here right now. I'm loosing my mind without you" "It's okay, I'm here now. Let me take care of you. How about a nice hot shower? You smell like beer and weed" I gently placed y/n down and let her lead me to the shower. As I made my way into the bedroom I noticed she had cleaned the whole apartment. "You did all this?" I asked her in disbelief "What did I do to deserve you" she smiled at my words. Y/n turned on the shower and I let her strip me of my clothing. She knew how vunrable I was so she took her time, being careful with me.

I then watched her strip infront of me painfully slow. She knew what she was doing. "Danny, can you help me with these?" Y/n asked with big doe eyes. I felt mesmerized by her. I coudn't help but blush, I felt nervous. With shaky hands I removed her bra and took off her panties. I was now on my knees infront of her, I looked up at her like a lost puppy. She knew what I needed, I needed her to be in control this time. I could feel myself growing harder by the moment, the anticipation was killing me. "I know you want to" Y/n said admring me kneeling before her. "I need you" I wispered out "Tell me what you want baby, use your words" "I need to taste you" I didn't even recognize my own voice with how pathetic I sounded. "I need you to cum on my face mommy" I saw the expression on Y/n's face turn from one of lust to one of horror. "What did you just call me?" She asked shocked. I didn't mean to call her mommy, it just fell out. I didn't know what to say. Y/n bent down to meet my gaze. She gently grabbed my face between her hands. "I asked you a question. What did you just call me?" I really did call her mommy by mistake but I couldn't deny that I was getting more turned on my the second. "Mommy, I called you mommy" I told her pathticly. "You want mommy to cum on your face? You want to taste me?" "Yes please" "Very well"

I stil coudn't believe this was happening. 48 hrs ago I was deep in thought about how much I missed Y/n and here I am eating her out on the bathroom floor. I missed the way she tasted, I missed the sweet sounds she would make when I made her cum. I was rough, I was sloopy with her. I was always a rough pussy eater, she just tasted so good I needed to feel her harder. I was drunk on her sweetness. I could feel she was close by the way she pulsated around my tongue and how her thighs began to tremble. It took everything not to cum myself. I held her thighs close as she started to grind on my face. She played with her breast, rolling her sensitive nipples through her fingers as she came. I welcomed the familuar wave of pressure and sweet taste and made sure to lap up every drop of her sweetness.

I was in pure bliss. I was pussy drunk. Y/n helped me off the floor and into the shower. By this point I was rock hard, precm spilling from my dick. I was on the brink of cumming. My mind was scrambled but I could see the devious look on Y/n's face. She washed my body with soap and massaged my sore mucsles. She made her way from the top of my body to the bottom. This time she knelt below me. "Look at this pore thing. Does it hurt?" she asked, refering to my erection. "Do you want me to take care of it baby?" All I could do was nood in agreement, something she did not like. She squeezed my dick rather hard. "Words, I need words baby. Tell me does it hurt? Do you need mommy to help you with this? Do you need me to massage your poor angry cock? Kiss it better?" Her words were killing me, this new mommy thing was driving me insane. "Please mommy, I beg you" I heald myself up against the wall, trying not to colapse as she began to leave a trail of kisses and kitten licks along my shaft. She teased my tip, licking the precum. Then she took me whole in her mouth. I coudn't help the moans spill from my mouth as she bobbed her head around my cock. I was close, so close and she knew it. I cried out in agony as she pulled out right as I was about to cum. "I want you to cum on my tits" she said seductivly. She then used two hands to jerk me off, squeezing my dick hard and rough as I came. I watched in awe as rope after rope of my thick seed panted her breasts. It took everything in me to keep me standing.

The two of us then shared a comfortable scilence as we washed the other off in she shower lovingly. I turned off the shower and wrapped Y/n in a fluffy towel, holding her close to me. Once we dried off and got dressed the two of us ate takeout food in bed. "You have no idea how much I needed this" I confessed "I'm glad you're feeling better. I missed you so much Dan" "I missed you too love. I can't believe you're actually here!" "I promise you that I am always going to be here for you no matter what. Even if we are across the world I will always be one text, one phone call, one plane ride away. Whenever you need me I will be there" What did I do to deserve this woman. I was head over heels in love with her. When I was with y/n all my problems disappeared, all my insicurities faded. She was my home, she was my light source, she was my everything. I felt safe whenever we were together, I felt even safer when I was inside her.

The way we fit together was truly magic. We were one person, we were made for each other. I don't know what I did to deserve such a perfect partner. That night I had the best sleep of my life, I felt complete. I looked at Y/n wish such love as she slept on my chest, my cock buried inside her. I wished everynight could be like and was sad when I remembered it coudn't. But this is now and I need to enjoy this week I have with her. We are finally together once again and I promised myself I would do anything to keep it that way.

"I love you so much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you. Sweet dreams my angel"

[thirteens-pocket-watch]

My opinions/overall thoughts on all Superman media I've consumed!! Bcus I want to. Will be updated as I go :3

(Last updated on 10.05.25)

Superman (1978)

Watched on 11.02.25

OH I LOVED THIS!! This truly sold the idea of Superman to me, I think. Clark Kent is so loveable in all of his guises and his dynamic with Lois is so compelling. I'm gonna be fr, the entire opening I was a little bored but then the minute Christopher Reeve was on screen, I was hooked. I find it kind of amusing how annoyed Lois is by Clark at first. And the fact that his disguise is so perfect becuase the disguise isn't the glasses, it's everything about Clark. My favourite scene is probably the scene in Lois' apartment where he so seamlessly switches between the two personas, it is a masterclass in acting.

Superman II (1980)

Watched on 12.02.25

ANOTHER BANGER!!! The main thing for me is Clois, I need to eat them. Clark loves Lois so much that he needs her to know the real him and she can't know him unless she knows that he is both Clark Kent and Superman because his real self lies somewhere in between. And the bittersweetness of giving up his powers for her, only to find that he's not the same without him and the world still needs Superman. It breaks my heart everytime. And also I love seeing Superman get beat up

Superman III (1983)

Watched on 15.02.25

No. Just no. I did not enjoy watching this one and I am a proud enjoyer of bad movies. Idk, it just made me mad. They wrote out Lois at the first opportunity just to introduce an entirely different potential love interest we don't care about? And there's absolutely no consequences from the ending of Superman II. The one thing I will give it is that the fake Kryptonite influencing Superman to act against his morals was a good idea. But then that just makes it even more frustrating to watch bcus they don't do much with it, what they actually do with it is confusing to watch (the junkyard fight??? What was that???) and once he's back to normal, it's like nothing happened. There's no impact on his reputation or anything? Ugh. But yeah, this could have been so much better.

Superman IV: The Quest For Peace (1987)

Watched on 23.02.25

Okay so....I actually kinda enjoyed this. Like yeah, it's kinda shit but it was entertainingly shit. Like the tonal whiplash between Lois and Clark having a normal conversation only for Clark to jump off a building and for Lois to assume he's suicidal?? I know we were probably supposed to take it seriously but the switch was so jarring it actually had me crying with laughter. And what do you mean the villain is a wierd clone of Superman with Lex Luthor's voice that can photosynthesise??? That's just so silly I can't help but love it. And also, as a whump enjoyer, I just love Clark pathetically wasting away in his apartment all pale and feverish because I am a normal and well adjusted individual.

Fleischer Studio Cartoons (1941-3)

Watched on 24.02.25

Okay I know I said MAWS was next but a friend of mine lent me a DVD with these bcus she's heard me talking nonstop about Superman and I wanted to watch them ASAP to get the DVD back to her. I'm lumping them all together bcus I don't have much to say about each one. Pretty formulaic bcus it's a kid's cartoon from the 40s and each episode is 8 mins apiece. Still, entertaining and I have a soft spot for old animation. There were some small character moments I quite liked, like Lois mentioning that Clark scares easy and Clark always thinking about any crime that could happen at any moment in a given area. Also I find it amusing that this version of Clois DO NOT get along unless Clark is Superman

My Adventures With Superman - S1 E1-4 (2023)

Watched on 25.02.25

I SEE WHY Y'ALL ARE INSANE ABOUT THIS SHOW!!! Oh Clark is the puppy dog of all time, golden retriever boyfriend material. I also like that Lois and Clark are interns instead of fully fledged reporters right off the bat. I think it'll give a new feel to Lois being such a successful journalist if we see the struggle of how she got there. Also CLOIS!! They're so cute in this. Episodes 3 and 4 have me foaming at the mouth about them, Lois fixing his blazer for him and they're opening up to eachother??? Adorable. Initially, I did wish her dynamic with Superman had developed more before she began to put 2 and 2 together but I realise that's probably my Donnerverse movie bias showing, not everything has to be like the 1978 movies. I'm excited to see where this goes.

My Adventures With Superman - S1 E5-10 (2023)

Watched on 28.02.25

OKAY SO I THINK I'M GONNA THROW MYSELF INTO THE ABYSS ACTUALLY!!!! "I'm a weapon". Just that line fucked me up so bad, he's always been so scared of hurting those around him and now every single fear he's held is being reinforced. He's so desperate to help that he'll put himself at risk again and again, going so far as to give his own life to save the world. But still, he thinks his only purpose is destruction. Also the amount of whump inspiration I'm getting from this show is crazy, Superman is just so whumpable to me. I like that he gets thrown around and beat up regularly in this show, even if he's fine afterwards. And the times when he isn't? ough.....I LOVE THIS SHOW SO BAD, 10/10, I NEED TO INJECT IT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM

My Adventures With Superman - S2 E1-10 (2024)

Watched 01.03.25

OH MY GOD.....I'm gonna be fr, I think I prefer s1 but I'm not entirely sure yet. But my god this was brilliant too. I quite literally gasped out loud at the Lex Luthor reveal and was overheard and asked if I was okay. And I just love Clark reaching out to find other like him, to not be alone anymore. I do hope they do a little more with the distrust of Superman next series, I think it's an interesting plot thread that isn't being used to its full potential so far. And Clois are cute as ever.

Superman Returns (2006)

Watched 22/23.03.25

Ough...I enjoyed that. Mainly bcus of the very tasty whump, y'all weren't kidding about that. I love when my favourite all-powerful guy gets dragged and thrown around like a ragdoll and beat up. My only real complaint is this. It's supposed to be a sequel to Superman I and II right? Lois gets her memory wiped at the end of Superman II, but in this movie it seems to flip flop between whether or not she remembers. She doesn't know Clark is Superman, but doesn't question the fact that Jason is Superman's kid. So what's going on? Idk. I still enjoyed the film, it was fun. And Brandon Routh as Clark is adorable and Lois should kiss him until he can't breathe

Man of Steel (2013)

Watched 04.04.25

Okay yeah, I get why this one isn't popular. It's only half of a Superman story. We got the Superman half and none of the Clark Kent half. That's probably my biggest issue with it bcus a lot of other problems I have with it (the lack of connection between Lois and Clark until the ending, Clark's disconnect from humanity as a whole etc) come back to that one. There is stuff I like, for example I like seeing Clark struggle with his powers when he was young. The sensory overload of superhearing has gotta be a lot for a kid. And like. I think I'm just touch starved but that Clois hug after Clark kills Zod is living rent free in my head. Like

This would fix me

All-Star Superman (2005-2008)

Read 08-10.05.25

My introduction to the world of Superman comics! I have mixed feelings about this one. I love the overarching story of Superman dying and doing his best to leave behind a world that can live without him. But I wasn't always fond of the individual stories told within it. It felt limited by the length of each individual comic book, each story beat felt like it came and went in an instant. And I just wanna say that I really struggled with the Bizarro speak. The poor grammar combined with the opposite day-esque shenanigans made it a chore for me to read. But overall, I think I like All-Star Superman, and not just because it gave me some lovely Superman whump moments

[daisies-on-a-cup]

i do love that the entire main cast of hannibal, including jack, plays a role that fits society but once that role is removed, be it due to the tragedy/trauma they just went through or the exposing of their true selves to the wider public and inner circle, they quite quickly move on into their new roles that seemingly give them a much greater confidence than their previous roles. because although we were led to believe that it was just will that was lying to himself about his true nature, and hannibal was only truly invested in will's transformation into that other self, it is often alana's and jack's evolution that strikes me the most. it is even more evident by the way they dress themselves, going for bolder clothing, in both cut and color, as well as how they hold themselves. alana leans more towards brighter colors, deep reds and plunging black and white necklines. jack's dress, although largely keeps the same color palette, darkens slightly along with his attitude towards those around him. however, to that point, jack is the one unmoved character from hannibal's influence- jack did not change in any radical way aside from some more cynicism, jack was the only one hannibal could not manipulate entirely despite jack having lost all of his close friends and his wife. that was the role jack played, the loving husband and strict boss that knew how to still be a friend to his coworkers, but hannibal and the rest of the cast took that role away from him. what was left to play was the exact same character, but without the social network he had had before, resulting in someone who is a bit more tired, a bit more cynical, a bit more willing to dole out some quick physical justice on the man who started it all

going back to alana, her role consisted of not quite meek but also not bold coworker and in-between lover and friend for both will and hannibal. she was too hesitant to voice her true opinion because she was dedicated to her job and the rules and morals that accompanied it. she was also a steadfast believer in the goodness of the people around her, refusing to believe abigail helped kill those people, believing and helping will when he says he can't remember events during his time at the bshci, refusing to believe hannibal is a serial killer and then-- that was proven abundantly to her. though hannibal does not kill her, he does tear off the blindfold she had been wearing the entire time very brutally. the lens of goodness she had been walking through the world with withered, and what was left was a woman physically and emotionally disabled, but not broken. what i think a lot of people miss about alana is that she is stubborn and will do what she thinks is right. she used to uncompromising in that regard, but that changed once she walked into the dangerous game everyone else was playing. it's why she agrees to help mason, asks hannibal for help, and removes herself and margot and their son far from the situation as soon as she has gotten what she wants. she has no qualms about bending her morals or the laws to secure herself and her family, whereas before, everything had to be done in strict accordance to them

alana's and jack's transformations as characters might, arguably, be more extreme than will's if only for the reason that they had really believed that who they were before was a better, kinder version of themselves that they had to kill in order to survive, whereas, for will, neither side of himself was all that appealing in the first place but one offered him the complete and total freedom to see violence, bloodshed, and gore as a restorative and liberating act rather than the disgusting immorality everyone else saw it as

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: Meet Your Maker

This scene. I'm sure it's a scene that others could analyze the shit out of it more in-depth, especially if they're Rikka/Akane shippers. But to be honest, despite the homoerotic subtext being as clear as the bright sunlight shining through the windows of that bus, I don't believe this scene tells us anything about how Akane views Rikka. The other way around, the way Rikka looks at Akane and her feelings for her, are very much in focus here, but on Akane's end this scene is far more revealing about two entirely different matters: how she views the digital lifeforms she created, and how she views herself.

What Akane ever so creepily reveals to her best friend on this bus ride is that Rikka is, and has been all along, a creation of Akane’s Kaiju, as artificially existent as the Kaiju themselves and everyone else in this digital simulation town. Also that Rikka in particular was literally MADE to be Akane’s friend, and indeed she has been her dearest friend for as long as she can recall (in her fake memories). So does it really count as friendship if it’s in Rikka’s very being, in her nature and her “programming”, to love this girl no matter what? When Rikka starts to ponder this, it surely opens up a floodgates to all sorts of other deep questions, like is it okay to continue liking and supporting this person when she is both the enemy AND the creator of life in Rikka's reality? Is their relationship all a farce given that one party involved literally has no actual choice in how she feels about the other? If Rikka were to rise above what her own programmed nature dictates of her, will she cut ties with Akane? And should she?

Akane is basically telling Rikka “You have no autonomy of your own. No matter what terrible shit I say or do, you will like me because you were MADE to like me and you can’t go against your programming, can you? I'm God of this world and of all your lives. Isn't it cool you get to be besties with God? Why even try to oppose me, then?", and coming off as the biggest creep all the while. When she has her arms wrapped around Rikka and her head pulled close enough to whisper in her ear, it's not sexy, romantic or wholesome. It's disturbing, it's frightening. it's skeevy and downright claustrophobic. The mood created by the animation, score, and voice acting pulls it off so well.

But there's a deeper layer than Akane saying she's this world's God and that she views all of its digital people as playthings she can help or harm, and even destroy, on a whim. She is revealing to Rikka in particular that she was specifically designed to fill the role of the childhood best friend who will always pine for her, always love her and never truly abandon or turn against her...because what Akane has always truly valued the most in her relationship with Rikka was the validating feeling of subjugation. As we learn by the end of the show, the Akane we see in this world is the avatar of her IRL self, the charmingly quirky and radiantly beautiful high school princess she wishes she could be, the girl every classmate (except Yuta Hibiki) has the hots for. But IRL Akane, when we see her, actually bears a closer physical ressemblance to Rikka. Rikka is symbolic of Akane's normal self image, of her more authentic expression of self. So what greater pleasure for boosting the ego could there be for Akane than for the copy of her IRL self to be her best friend, a plain, undesirable (so she thinks) girl completely in the thrall of the digitalized, evolved, "superior" and "godly" Akane? Akane has had difficulty loving herself, so she made this version of herself to love her, and as far as she's concerned that's the only reason she loves her in return. Akane truly believes that so long as Rikka exists, she'll exist only as what she was dreamt up and designed to be, with no independent acts she could be capable of performing to assert that she's her own person.

"God" or not, Akane is mistaken about many things, including this. And it ends up being the best possible mistake for her in the end.

[not-so-lost-after-all]

Hi. I have been struggling if I should let my romanced Asterion ascended or not, which has been a huge dilemma that many of us so stressed about. But after 2 days of serious consideration, I decide to let him ascended, because I know how much Asterion loves to be in sunlight.

See how he enjoyed bathed under the sun after he shared a night with my Tav after the goblin camp victory. The scene is too beautiful. All I want is that he can walk in sunlight freely and without the eternal hunger as a spawn after the tadpole removed. So, even thought of the “personality change” after ascension, I still want to support him ascend.

So my point of view is, even thought after his ascension, he has the absolute power (he claims) to take everything, do whatever he pleases and has nothing to fear about now.

But hey, deep down he is still the little boy who is so scared of not being loved or wanted. So scared that he is willing to enforce himself to join the disgusting, degrading sex, just to make Tav happy. Or by his word, to make his prime consort happy.

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Sounds so familiar? It's the same scenario in the Moonrise Tower. He could not help be enforced himself to something he doesn't want to if Tav, the one he loves so much asks of it

His interior doesn't change. He is still that vulnerable and loving Asterion who is so reliant to Tav.

Just that he is now ascended, well…. a lord has to act like a lord.

And from my point of view, he is just like a boy who is firstly given a huge piles of money and allowed to buy whatever he wants in mall. His head spins in happiness that his childish cockiness spilled out. "Muahahahaha I am the Lord of the World!!! Kneel to me!!! Bow to me!!! YEAH!!!!" And… well… it makes me happy to see that he can finally has some childish happiness. Too long he has been denied that. So my Tav will play along to let him has his joy. "If just kneeling before you can makes you happy, then why not?" :)

And in concern of whether he will truly turn Tav into a true Vampire, my guess is very optimistic.

And OK, maybe~ he will let Tav stay a spawn so "he can manipulate her" "become Cazardor himself" but hey whats good for him to makes Tav unhappy? If he only wants spawns and power, he can create as much as he wants

I am still so far away from reaching the ending. But i have already taste the sweetness in this route. Ascended Asterion romance has to be chewed carefully to taste the little sweetness hidden within. And it's also a trial of faith for Tav.

Does she believe Asterion's love and confession before his ascension be true and valid?

Does she always thinks that Asterion will love power over her despite all the soul talk and times spent together?

Does she has no faith in their relationship or the one she loves and choose to be with?

There's so much for Tav to answer too. If the faith is strong, from my point of view, there should be no fear to take the leap.

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On the surface it seems that Tav is the weak and manipulated party. But well…. my point of view is, the one truly holds the power is the one who goes deeper into another's heart. And from this case, it's Tav who holds more power.

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Nonnie, I've been thinking about how to answer that. You're not even asking anything, you're explaining something I did not judge you for. Anyway, I disagree. Larian explained that we shouldn't do whatever our love interest wants - this is exactly it. If Tav loves him, they should be the voice of reason when Astarion was not able to think clearly. Now he's forever defined by his trauma.

I suppose you didn't hear what he had to say when you break up with him for good? He doesn't love Tav, he's playing a game and admits he would ruin them. He thus had no intention to make them his equal. He likes Tav as a cherished property but even those are replacable and he gets over it quickly. You can't stay with him unless you're his spawn - he doesn't take no for an answer. It was carefuly crafted to mimic the worst case IRL scenario where the abused becomes the abuser in a new relationship.

I'm going to let him ascend when he's not my character's romance to see for myself what it's like. But as a romance, I cannot stand his evil self, he's like in Act 1 except now he became the mask. I even hated how he acted in a video where Tav cheated on him with Mizora - "how delightful, more depravity, wanna join next time".

Of course you can headcanon there's still something to be fixed in him but the game doesn't exactly support it.

[whileiamdying]

We’ll Never Live in a World Without Tina Turner

Nothing could ever scare the fire out of her voice, which carried the whole story of American music in it

BY ROB SHEFFIELD MAY 24, 2023

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Tina Turner didn’t just pull off the greatest comeback in music history — she invented the whole concept of the comeback as we know it. She became a solo superstar when she was 44. Things like that simply don’t happen. That’s how old Brandy, Usher, Adam Levine, Lance Bass, and John Legend are right now. At that age, Tina Turner was just beginning.

Turner, who died Wednesday at 83, carried the whole story of American music in her voice, because in so many ways, she was that story, but she was also a lot more. She was Anna Mae Bullock from Nutbush, Tennessee, daughter of sharecroppers, fighting her way in and out of the chitlin circuit. She was just a kid when she got famous, as half of Ike & Tina Turner. Her deep-country voice and his guitar always made a fearsome combo, in Fifties hits like “It’s Gonna Work Out Fine” and “I Idolize You.” “The emotions I expressed were real because I lived those feelings,” she wrote in Rolling Stone in a 2019 essay. “Even ‘Private Dancer’ — which seems to be about prostitution, but is also about wishes, hopes, and dreams — tells the story of women like me, caught up in sad situations, who somehow find a way to go on.”

Her defining hit was “What’s Love Got To Do With It,” a shocker from the summer of 1984. The song has gotten so familiar, it’s easy to overlook how it shocked the audience, on the radio in between Madonna, Prince and Cyndi Lauper. Unlike anyone else near her age, she had zero interest in passing for young. This woman had lived. She’d stared down more hard times than your miserable Smiths-loving teenage mind could imagine. The audience didn’t know what she’d been through — she wasn’t telling those stories yet. But even a kid could hear the rage and pain in her voice. A grandmother, and tougher than anyone.

She emerged in the Sixties as a one-woman genre — too rock for R&B, too R&B for rock, too brawny for girlie novelties, too raw-voiced for youthful romance. Her most famous hits with Ike were about how much hard road she’d already traveled, like “Proud Mary” and “Nutbush City Limits.” But her never-quite-youthful youth was just the opening act, because she truly became Tina Turner in 1984, with Private Dancer. It was a whole new kind of blockbuster, shimmying over generational, racial, cultural, musical boundaries. She was the first rock star who made a big deal about being a grandmother. Lots of stars had claimed to be the Queen of Rock & Roll, but after Private Dancer, nobody came near that crown.

She had a new audience of Eighties fans, but hardly any of them knew any of the music she’d made with her ex-husband. For them, Tina Turner was right now. Neither she nor they wanted to recall her past. “Rhythm and blues to me has always been a bit of a downer,” she said. She couldn’t stand it when the press used the word “victim.” She had rocking to do.

Tina told her life story many times — in interviews, her books (the keeper is the 2019 memoir My Love Story), the Broadway musical Tina, the classic biopic What’s Love Got To Do With It. (Your mom is probably watching it on Lifetime right now.) The story turns on her escape from and triumph over her abusive marriage. But people still underestimate the cultural importance of Turner telling that story. Strange as it might seem today, she was the first star to talk aloud about domestic violence, to insist on it as part of the story, not to gloss over it or act coy. Until she came along, the idiom “domestic violence” wasn’t even part of the language. “I admire her survival as a battered wife,” Gloria Steinem told Rolling Stone in December 1984. “For someone well-known to talk about it helps.” 

Hero worship for Tina Turner is practically an industry, yet we’re still underrating what she did and how much interior resources she had to call on to get it done, at a time when there was no precedent or protocol. She still doesn’t get enough credit for that, but it’s not the kind of credit she really wanted. Part of her greatness is refusing to be the professional survivor the media wanted her to be. She didn’t need another hero.

She epitomized the story of rock if anyone did. She sang her ferocious “Come Together” just three months after Abbey Road, breathing more sex and dread into it than even John Lennon could have imagined. Many years and several lives later, she was onstage with Paul McCartney in 1986, when he sang “Get Back” live for the first time since the rooftop. It’s a star-studded charity event with Elton John, Eric Clapton, Mark Knopfler, etc. Yes, obviously, Phil Collins is on drums. Tina sings the verse about Sweet Loretta, an American girl who leaves a home she can’t get back to. She’s the only Black artist here, almost the only American, definitely the only woman. She lived Loretta’s story before Paul even wrote the song. The jam keeps rolling, but after Tina, nobody goes near that microphone. She has just shut up the planet’s most un-shut-uppable men. She’s the grown-up on this stage. Every other rock star here is a child.

JANUARY, 1975: Ann-Margret Olsson, a TV variety special, from the golden days of TV variety specials. Ann-Margret introduces Tina as her best friend. They duet on “Nutbush City Limits,” Tina’s life story, and then “Honky Tonk Women,” the Rolling Stones’ ode to Memphis queens. (Ann-Margret screams the line “He blew my nose and then he blew my mind!”) Then they bump and grind to — what else?— “Proud Mary.”

What could be a more American duet? Ann-Margret, the Swedish song-and-dance girl, star of Kitten With A Whip, the Hollywood bombshell who shook her hips with Elvis in Viva Las Vegas. Tina Turner, the sharecropper’s daughter from Nutbush, Tennessee. They bonded when they were filming The Who’s rock-opera movie, Tommy. (In the movie, Tina plays the Gypsy Queen who symbolizes acid; A-M gets drowned in baked beans. Times were hard for rock & roll queens in 1975.)

But here they are singing about rollin’ on the Mississippi River steamboats. They’re laughing so hard as they dance, they’re practically falling over. Neither of them really belongs on a steamboat, and neither did the guy who wrote the song, a white suburban kid from El Cerrito named John Fogerty. He’s never set foot on the bayou, but he’s gotten drafted, served his time, and worked his way back into the bar-band scene with Creedence Clearwater Revival. This song is a fantasy, but all three of them traveled a long distance to get here, and the song is a generous river that carries them all. “You on a riverboat?” A-M asks. “There hasn’t been one of those around in 75 years!” Tina laughs, “I wear my eighties well!” 

Tina already had a hit with “Proud Mary” in the Sixties, but in 1975 she has no idea what this song will mean to her in years to come. She’ll turn “Proud Mary” into a feminist rock anthem, representing all the unspeakable (and unspoken) violence she escapes and her determination to claim her own story. But right now, she’s still trapped in her marriage to Ike. In less than a year, she will finally leave him, on the Fourth of July. She’s got nothing to her name but 36 cents, a gas-station credit card, and the blood-stained white suit on her back. Ann-Margret takes her in, hooking her up with designer Bob Mackie and a divorce lawyer.

But right now, it’s just Ann-Margret and Tina, singing on a TV soundstage in London. They can’t stop laughing hysterically. Two women sharing a weirdly private joke in a public place. The big wheel keeps on turnin’.

AFTER SHE ESCAPED Ike, Tina was written off by the whole music business. She was a Black woman in her forties. It was time for the oldies circuit. But she discovered that there was a rising Eighties generation of New Wave kids, especially in the U.K. And they idolized Tina Turner. She did a 1982 duet with Heaven 17’s Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh, in their side project as B.E.F., the British Electric Foundation. She was shocked these kids didn’t see her as washed-up. They saw her as a vibrant, relevant legend in her prime. As she wrote in My Love Story, “Martyn, who was practically a boy, though a very talented one, happened to think that this middle-aged singer had a bright future.”

Tina sang “Ball of Confusion” with them, in one take. To her amazement, it took off on a brand new cable network the kids were into. MTV had a nationwide audience and a playlist full of unconventional Black rockers who didn’t fit into radio: Prince, Grace Jones, Joan Armatrading, Peter Tosh, Bob Marley. “Ball of Confusion” made her an MTV star, even though American radio wouldn’t touch her. She cut another single and video with Martyn Ware, a remake of Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together,” an even bigger hit.

That led to the night that changed her life, in NYC, January 1983. David Bowie was having dinner with his new record label, right before Let’s Dance came out, getting wined and dined, but he informed them he had plans for the night: He was going to see Tina Turner live. He wouldn’t dream of missing her. He dragged everyone along with him. Her manager Roger Davies got a last-minute call, asking for 63 spots on the guest list. “My Cinderella moment,” she called it in her book. “That night at the Ritz was the equivalent of going to the ball (minus the part about Prince Charming) because it changed my life dramatically.” 

After the show, she raised hell all night with Bowie, Keith Richards, and Ron Wood, sitting around the hotel piano, singing Motown classics, guzzling Dom Perignon. They posed for one of the coolest rock photos of all time: Tina, Keith and Bowie all drinking from the same bottle of Jack Daniels. She was a rock star now, forever. Her story was just beginning. 

It was funny for fans how she was so into old-school rock, but she spiced up her live set with ZZ Top’s “Legs” (she had them) and Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” (she wasn’t). At Live Aid, dueting with Mick Jagger, the song they did was “It’s Only Rock & Roll But I Like It.”

But she was really ahead of her time. The concept of “classic rock” didn’t exist yet. (Not until the radio format began in 1986.) Rock culture was still so stuck on the mythos of youth and newness that her Seventies-retro concept was kinda ahead of her time. In a way, it’s an underrated Tina innovation: the Black grandma who invented dad rock.

ROLLING STONE BLEW up Private Dancer with one of the most influential reviews the magazine has ever run, from the brilliant critic Debby Miller. The review framed the Tina Turner comeback narrative, as the world has known it ever since. The final lines: “Last year, I heard Tina Turner sing that awful Terry Jacks song ‘Seasons in the Sun’ on television, and she found something in it that broke her heart. Imagine her doing the same thing to good songs.” 

She and Bowie always had one of the most endearing rock-star friendships — they always brought out the weird in each other. They duetted on his strange Pepsi commercial, starring David as Dr. Frankenstein and Tina as the rock goddess in his laboratory, both singing on “Modern Love.” They also duetted on a weirdly touching synth-reggae version of “Tonight” in 1984, about lovers separated by death, their voices meshing for the payoff lines “I will love you till I die/I will see you in the sky/Tonight.” She found her permanent home in Zurich, becoming a Swiss citizen. In so many ways, her closest career twin was Leonard Cohen, a fellow Nicheren Buddhist devotee. They were both born in the Thirties, but blew up in the Eighties as icons of middle-aged cool, after decades in the game. They showed everyone else how to age gracefully, flaunting the cracks in their voices, living their long weird lives in the tower of song.

When her life story became the Angela Bassett movie What’s Love Got To Do With It, she stole the show at the end with “Proud Mary.” But she couldn’t bring herself to watch it. As she wrote in Rolling Stone, “I never saw What’s Love Got to Do With It because I was too close to those painful memories at the time, and I was afraid it would be upsetting, like watching a documentary.” She resisted the idea of the 2019 Broadway musical Tina for the same reason, saying, “I didn’t feel like talking about that stuff from the past because it gave me bad dreams.” But she loved the musical when she saw it with an audience. She said, “I want to pass the baton, so to speak, to them, and anyone facing a challenge, so they leave the theater standing proud, with their chests out and chins up, inspired to believe, ‘I can do it.’” 

Really, she spent her whole life doing that. And that’s why Tina Turner’s voice will never go silent. In the end, she is the big wheel who keeps on turning, forever.

[finishinglinepress]

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Larry Joe Campbell is an actor and writer living in Los Angeles. Some of his credits include According to Jim, Hall Pass, Wedding Crashers, Pacific Rim, The Orville, Mom, Weeds, Euphoria, and can currently be seen on Animal Control on FOX. He also tours around the country with “Jim Belushi and the Board of Comedy.”Remember That One Time is his debut novel. When he is not writing and acting, Larry enjoys coaching high school football, walking, reading and music. Larry Joe has five adult children, Gabriella, Nathan, Madelyn, Maxwell, and Lydia. He has been married to his wife, Peggy, for 27 years.

Remember That One Time, a first-person narrative, takes place over Christmas. Max Sheffield, an aging out-of-work actor, loves Christmas. But this Christmas will be very different. His wife, Sophie, has left him to be with her parents on a trial separation. His adult, collegiate children, Graeme and Briana would rather be anywhere else but at home in Los Angeles. And so, Max Sheffield heads to his older brother’s home back in Greenville, Michigan for the winter holidays…not far from where he grew up. To make matters worse, Max immediately suffers a freak accident in which he cannot speak, and resting his voice is the only remedy. #novel #life #fiction #funny #relationships

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“I just finished reading ‘Remember That One Time’ and I already miss it. Larry’s impeccable ear for dialogue and ability to bring even minor characters into sharp focus, pulled me right into his beautifully crafted world. My day feels a little bit dimmer without the humor, drama, and everyday nonsense of the many interesting, relatable people who inhabit Larry’s vivid imagination.”

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“In his debut novel “Remember That One Time” Larry Joe Campbellsucceeds at bringing the reader directly into the path of real life. The mess, the chaos, the humor, the pathos and the love. His main character Max is a fallible man, but as a reader you end up rooting for him to find his way in the world. All the characters in the book jump off the page. And as a Midwesterner who moved to Los Angeles to follow my dream career, so much of this book spoke to me. But I think anyone who reads “Remember That One Time” will relate to it, regardless of their best laid career or life plans. There is a humanity that we all seek within its pages, and though I was reading it for the first time, it helped me remember some times of my own along the way.”

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“Remember That One Time? is one of those special books that can simultaneously make you re-examine your life choices while wrapping you in a cozy, hometown hug. Just as the lead character of Max does, I found myself drawn into the lives of these colorful (and very recognizable) small town folks. I wanted to know more about their lives and dramas and most of all I cheered Max on as he labored to sort out his own life story.

Larry Joe Campbell is known to so many of us as a big-hearted, hilarious comedian whose expressions and emotions bring his characters roaring to life. And it turns out, he has that exact same talent as a writer. Each person in this story is drawn with more detail than the next, and Larry perfectly captures the feeling of “going home again” and finding yourself an outside observer of all that used to be so familiar. I tore through this book and was sad when it was over – the mark of truly being invested in a story. I hope this is the first of many books from Larry Joe Campbell!”

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[writerben01]

I love all of this. And while I really enjoy the idea of a fictional world where Kermit and Piggy are in a relationship with Bruce Wayne (it's hilarious), I can't help but think how that would look like when grounded into bat reality too.

The puppeteers approaching Bruce Wayne after the interview, both flustered from all the teasing and thankful for how he played along. Both surprised to learn that Bruce keeps flirting even when they’re not in costume and genuinely enjoys their company for the small moments after the show. Kermit’s puppeteer isn’t Kermit because it’s just a part they play, but they have to be capable of the compassion that Kermit shows in order to act it out. Piggy’s puppeteer isn’t Piggy, but they have to capable of her wit in order to act it out.

Bruce is supposed to go on patrol, but everyone’s been hounding him to take it easier. And while he regularly has to find a random man or woman to hang by his side to keep up his playboy persona, it’s rare he can be the playboy with people he actually enjoys the company of.

So as everything wraps up, he offers to take them to dinner. It can’t be in public, unfortunately, since the puppeteers aren’t supposed to be seen in the press. And that’s unavoidable if they go to dinner with Bruce. So Bruce calls Alfred and asks to have dinner for three ready.

They’re discreet. But they also have a great time. The puppeteers truly appreciate all that Bruce has done for the city, and Bruce really is amazed by their acting skills. Bruce is an actor just like them even if nobody knows it, and he’s learning so much just by talking to them.

Bruce end up bedding them.

And in post-coital bliss they start joking about how Bruce did end up sleeping with Kermit and Piggy just like he had promised. The puppeteers do the voices as they all stare at the ceiling (so much easier to imagine the puppets when you can’t see the puppeteers). And so much easier to be vulnerable and speak their minds. Bruce can talk all about how nice the swamps are and how he’ll have the best mud imported for Piggy’s baths. The puppeteers talk about how they’ve saved the theatre and have all the time in the world now. Why not stay there for longer?

But as the game ends, reality sets back in. They’re travelling all across the country to promote the movie and have to be on a plane within a few hours. Bruce doesn’t do long term relationships and as a playboy he can get sex anywhere. It was all fun, but is was also all pretend.

Almost all. Bruce tells them in all seriousness that he’d love to host them again if they’re back in the city. They try to make light of it, using the voices to tease about how Kermit and Piggy have a standing invitation to Bruce Manor. And Bruce just puts on his millionaire smile. You’re welcome whether you bring the puppets or not.

They part amicably. And Bruce feels a lot better.

When anyone asks what he was doing that night, he just gives them a look. Hadn’t they seen the interview? He was very clearly making good on his promises to the two famous muppets.

Time passes. Memes are made. The media loves to speculate.

The puppeteers call when the movie is pitched. The producers want to capitalize on the media success and make a sequel in Gotham with piggy ending up at Wayne Manor and Robert Dowey Jr playing Bruce. The puppeteers couldn’t explain why that would be inappropriate and wouldn’t disclose anything to the producers without Bruce’s consent. They’re professionals, of course.

And they’re surprised to learn how much Bruce loves the idea. They’re even more surprised when Bruce volunteers to appear as himself in the movie.

He negotiates a generous salary, which will all be donated to arts charities in Gotham. He holds on announcing it because it’ll be funnier if nobody realises it’s going to be Bruce himself appearing in the film. Robert Dowey Jr still gets taken on the promotional tours and they make a big deal about his mystery part and nobody guesses who he’ll play.

Obviously everyone instantly assumes he’ll play Bruce Wayne.

Imagine their surprise when the doors to Wayne Manor open and they see Roberty Dowey Jr playing Alfred instead.

The added benefit is that Bruce isn’t expected to promote the movie. He’s kept out of trailers for now, and he can focus on fighting crime and pretending to be a playboy.

Most nights he’s on a conference call with the puppeteers, who tell him about their day and the funniest highlights on set and during promotion.

Obviously there is a lot of movie to be made, and Bruce only plays a tiny part in it. He is only needed for a few days on set. He is his regularly charming self, talks up everyone like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a movie being made, taken completely by surprise at every little thing that is different compared to the set-up for interviews that he’s used to.

Bruce genuinely fumbles over his lines a few times. It’s hard to find a balance between pretending to be incompetent and caring about the script. As much as he’s used to acting, he’s never done it with a script before. He’s never been told to repeat the line twenty times with different emotions and projections. He’s never been told to slowly change his emotion over a scene and then jump back to how his emotions were thirty seconds ago because they want another take.

There are a lot of bloopers and everyone’s a sport about it. Especially because Kermit, Piggy and Bruce have amazing chemistry even as something goes wrong.

Bruce accidentally looks to Kermit when he says he just can’t resist that face (Piggy’s). Kermit makes a joke about it, and Bruce says it’s hard to find Piggy’s pretty face right away with Kermit’s pretty face so close by.

Bruce stands on Piggy’s puppet hand and falls to his knees in apology, giving a gentle kiss on her arm and asking what in the world he can give her to make it up to her.

Half the blooper real is Bruce ‘accidentally’ forgetting that the producers didn’t want any flirting happening between Kermit and Bruce. One memorable scene is him staring depressed at the script and asking sadly why Kermit and him can’t just share Piggy together.

Every night he gets to lay in bed with the puppeteers and talk about acting and the movie and everything else. Bruce helps to brainstorm some of the meanest lines about himself. At first the movie wanted to have Piggy live her life in luxury at Wayne manor while she learned to be a businessman like Bruce. But Bruce turned that around into Peggy having control of everything, humbling Bruce with her intelligence and business acumen. A place where she was appreciated more than with the Muppets.

He also keeps pitching adult jokes, which they have to reject. But if he has actual interest in being pegged by Piggy, they can handle that in private with no problems.

Bruce becomes less of a playboy around them, and more like his real self. He doesn’t even really know who that is anymore. He exaggerates when he’s Bruce and he exaggerates when he’s Batman. Around them he can let go of all the pretending and just have fun as an actor. Being an actor is more his real self than any of his roles are.

The movie comes out and everyone loses their shit.

Bruce keeps being asked about it in interviews. And with the straightest face acts like he only just realised what those cameras were for. He was just living his best life with Miss Piggy. He just can’t say no to that pig.

Part of him wanted to make it more. To really bring the puppeteers into his life. But he can’t do that to them. It would bring too much risk to people that just wanted to bring joy into the world. And he can’t do it to the people of Gotham, who need Batman to be without distractions.

But that doesn’t mean that Bruce can’t have any breaks. Or that he can’t have fun.

There are many more Muppet movies, and Bruce gets to make a cameo in every one. It’s just canon that Bruce is Kermit’s rival in Piggy’s affections. Kermit is the lovable underdog, while Bruce is the rich idiot.

In a movie about superheroes, Bruce makes a cameo as Batman. He wears a suit that is two sizes too big, can’t stop smiling (all the muppets keep telling him on the movie that he’s playing Batman so he should frown, and when Bruce tries to frown he just smiles wider), and is constantly tripping over himself. In the movie he became Batman because he wanted to be cool like Kermit/Superman and win Miss Piggy back.

Every movie Bruce gets to Cameo in, he gets to spend time with the puppeteers.

And maybe some day they’ll retire and decide to settle in Gotham. Perhaps some day Bruce can stop being Batman and he’ll be able to start an acting career.

Perhaps.

Bruce knows he can’t take any future for granted.

And in the mean time, he gets to freak out everyone in the Justice League when he casually mentions he had another threesome with the Muppets in his last vacation.

I feel like Bruce Wayne projects the kind of amiable playboy 'fun' vibe that he'd be the type of celebrity that certain interviewers feel comfortable surprising with puppies.

You know the kind of shows I mean.

The late-night talk show situations where they're making benign small talk with their smiling guest, and there's a segment where animals get brought out, usually to talk about some sort of ecological relief effort.

So you're watching your trash TV talk show late at night, and you get to watch billionaire pretty boy Bruce Wayne be begrudgingly talked into holding a (relatively) harmless creature which inevitably gets a lot of delighted shrieks from the audience as it starts being a lot more active than the handler promised. And to his credit, Bruce doesn't flinch, he doesn't freak out. But his eyes are a little wide, and his voice a little tight as the smile on his face takes on a slight rictus quality before he's inevitably rescued by an apologetic handler who is also laughing because they all know there was no real danger, it was just funny to put Bruce, who is an undeniable good sport and already laughing along, out of his comfort zone for the sake of charity.

Meanwhile, up in the Justice League headquarters, several founding members of the League are wondering how fast they can get a fake Oscar award shipped to the space station because fuck off. Absolutely fuck off, Bruce. Where the fuck did he study? Juilliard? (Probably.)

(Clark ends up going to a novelty store during the commercial break. It's faster than trying to get anything shipped, even with the infrastructure Bats built for them. He finds it several days later taped to his console in a conspicuously empty briefing room. It's gaudy and awful, the words "Best Actor" engraved on the plaque. No one's around to see him smile. No one comments when it vanishes. Everyone thinks it's been yeeted out an airlock. Dick absolutely comments when it shows up in the manor, stashed in one of the trophy cases that sprung up for all the bat kids' school awards. Bruce has no idea how it got there. Must have been Alfred. (It was not.))

Anyway, consider, for your amusement, Bruce Wayne getting highjacked on The Gotham Toight Show with a handful of wriggling puppies and, for a split second, not having to pretend he's delighted to be there.

[goyountokki]

Go Younjung, a Strong Mentality Hidden Behind Her Beautiful Looks, "I couldn't do it... I emptied my mind"

Interview by Lee Woojeong from Digital Joseon Ilbo | 2023.09.15

The saying, "Your face is a superpower", is a pleasant and truly appreciated word. In fact, it's the first time I've heard that. I think they say that because <Moving> is about superpowers.

She has the visuals that naturally make the word pretty come out instantly. Go Younjung, who has been known for her beauty since she first stepped into acting world, is now fully displaying the acting skills that were hidden behind her beauty. Starting with <He is Psychometric>, <The School Nurse Files>, <Sweet Home>, and <Alchemy of Souls>, it's still difficult to call her a prolific actress, but she has been showing off her tireless pace. Then she met <Moving> and became a trendsetting star.

We met Go Younjung at a cafe in Jongro-gu, Seoul after the release of <Moving>. Go Younjung, who said that she was very nervous and took some tranquilizing medication, led the interview smoothly once it began.

Go Younjung joined <Moving> through an audition. At the time, she had to express Huisoo right after receiving the script at the audition. Go Younjung, who said that it was still difficult to read on the spot, felt a completely different feeling when she meet Huisoo. She was able to read comfortably thanks to her similar personality and speech to Huisoo, and this image reached writer Kang Full.

"I think the similarities between me and Huisoo are that I am a little slow in expressing my emotions and that I am also brave. I am also not good at saying awkward things. There are some differences that I found while watching <Moving>. Huisoo is more affectionate, warm, and righteous than me."

"The writer also said, 'You're speech and voice go well with Huisoo.' Rather than asking me to do exactly the same as the original, he asked me to express Huisoo comfortably. The writer came to the set and monitored it thoroughly. So I was able to film with confidence in what he said."

"When I heard the news that I was casted, I was really excited. However, what was disappointing was that I couldn't meet all of my seniors on the set. Even if the seniors I filmed with didn't give me direct advice, everything on set was really helpful to me. I was able to learn a lot just by watching the way they prepared for acting and how they acted. When I see my seniors, they really don't waste time."

"Senior Ryu Seungryong, who plays my father, was a senior I really respected. Before meeting him, I vaguely thought he would be difficult person, but when we first me, he prepared a bouquet of flowers (for me) and I thought, 'He's so sweet'. After that, I talked to him a lot and we became close very quickly. He's also really playful and he lightened the mood well, so we had fun filming."

Among the attractive points of <Moving>, the story of the three young Jeongwon High School students also played a part. Go Younjung got along well with Lee Jungha and Kim Dohoon who are the same age as her, like brothers and sister. As they spent more time together, they shared their concerns. The main topic of their concerns was, of course, acting and the work.

"The chemistry between the Jeongwon High School students was really good. It was comfortable (to be with Jungha and Dohoon) because I also have a younger siblings who is the same age as the two actors. The two of them also have such good personalities. Since the three of us were together often, our humor sense matched well. We had a lot of filming in the countryside, so on our days off, we would go to the beach and go sightseeing, thinking, 'What should we do?'"

"At the time of the filming, I was 26 and they were 24, we weren't that young to be called 'babies', but they (everyone on set) called us 'child actors' and everyone on set loved us (laughs). We talked to each other about 'not to cause trouble to the seniors' while acting."

These three characters also unfolding a subtle love triangle in <Moving>. I asked Go Younjung which style she liked better between Bongseok and Kanghoon, after a brief thought, she chose Bongseok.

"I think I like Bongseok's style better. (Personally) I like the affectionate puppy-like style. Kanghoon did save Huisoo at a crucial moment. Kanghoon was the one who delivered the finishing blow, but since he couldn't express himself well, I don't think Huisoo know how Kanghoon felt. I don't know about Kanghoon, but in my opinion, rather than having a crush on Huisoo, I think he was more like attracted to her because she was someone with something in common and someone he could share his secrets with."

It's been four years since Go Younjung, who was an art student, change her path and became an actress. She started acting while attending college. Compared to many rookies who dream of becoming actors and prepare for it since their school days, she relatively start late. However, Go Younjung turned that burden into strength. She started by confronting things with the mindset that, "I can't do that because I'm not a major."

"It's burdensome to start acting late, but it was also a strength when I looked at it from a mindset perspective. I used to think, 'I'm not a major, so I'll be the worst when I go to an audition' but when I started to empty my minds, it actually became easier. Another advantage is that I absorb things quickly when I receive instruction. I don't know anything at all (laughs)."

Rather than having ambitions and goals as an actress, Go Younjung was focusing on growing step by step. Having taken on various genre since her debut, she expressed her wish by saying, "I want to become an actor who is curious," rather than winning big award, appearing in a big production, or becoming a top star, she hoped to continue on as an actor for a long time.

"I hope many people will continue to be curious about me. Just as I wanted to meet my seniors, I want to become a cool senior actor who my juniors would want to visit and watch the filming set where I am acting."

Read the article here

[herleaf]

it's funny, how when you know that you're not supposed to do something, the act becomes all the more enticing. in her heart and in her head, she knew that she was pushing her luck by visiting and meeting future travelers of the tardis--future friends of the doctor--but she couldn't help it. clara oswald never shied away from a challenge and she always did what she wanted; it's what always got her into trouble. thankfully, she was clever and knew how to get out of anything. well... almost anything.

sometimes, she didn't even mean to cross paths with other tardis occupants, perhaps they just had some kind of magnetic pull towards one another. it was her curse to bear, watching from the outside as others lived the life she prayed to travel for her remaining days, walk in her shoes and support the doctor. travel the world and see the stars. she yearned to step back through the frame of the phone box but she knew she couldn't. she was already walking on borrowed time as is, but isn't that an awful lot of adventure, ey?

well, mentioning that the meetings and paths crossing happening truly and constantly at random wasn't quite truthful. perhaps she would reach out to old unit contacts from time to time, catch a few pints and talk about adventures past. they all knew she was just meddling, that if they didn't give her the information then she would just find other ways to procure it. she was addicted--no, the doctor was her friend and that was why she did this. because of friendship. perhaps it was also some kind of strange torture self-imposed, but she couldn't stop. if she stopped, what else would she do?

her informant had told her about yasmin khan, the traffic cop turned doctor companion and the exploits that the fam had gone through. she'd heard about graham and ryan leaving and about an amateur tour guide joining the tardis instead? well, she always wanted to tour the museum of liverpool for totally non-selfish and completely educational reasons.

with luck only the impossible girl could have, the day she visited was a day that @officialscouse himself was pushing the rules to try to educate anyone who would stop to listen. honestly, he wasn't at all what she expected him to be; the doctor didn't normally bring people like him along. he was so loyal, so simple to a fault, but most of all he was just... normal. not a bad normal, but normal still. she couldn't help but listen to his words, laugh at his anecdotes and stories; clara was even finding herself grasping onto some of the local knowledge that would usually slip right from her mind the moment the conversation veered away from present topics.

he was charming. sweet smile. oh, yes, she now sees exactly what the doctor would keep him around for. their conversation was, sadly, interrupted by a worker of the museum, the lines on their forehead and the tiredness of their voice showed the familiarity and monotony of the actions. They'd been through this many times with Dan. The only difference is that she was never part of the equation.

" hi--hello, sorry, don't mean to interrupt here but i was having a wonderful and insightful tour from your volunteer here. don't you find it funny how the people who are passionate about what they teach are usually the ones that engage the audience? " oh, she was meddling, meddling hard. but standing down to any type of authority was never really her style, clara would much rather cause trouble than stand by as a watcher alone. " before this lovely person here started talking to me about the history, i was only walking around and blankly staring about, using my walkthrough as a thing to pass the time mindlessly. i'd recommend you think about giving him a chance. or not. so, sir, if you're about to be asked to vacate the premises, can you give me a more hands-on tour and show me around? i was always told in my teaching classes that the more hands on and immersive an experience, the more the brain can connect and compute. "

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[nella09archive]

Marriage. 44

Chapter 44: Alone in the Dark

Wherever I am I hope I’m not dead. A short while ago, I was crash landing into a planet. I could still feel the impact, and boy does it hurt. How do people travel in those? I try opening my eyes, only to see that’s partly out of the ship. How long was I out?

As I was coming to, I start to realize that, I’m slowly falling out of the ship. Soon enough, with whatever energy I have, I fly out and up. I finally take notice of my surroundings, and I’m surrounded by miles of stone spears. I fly up to get a better view, to come find out, I crash landed in a canyon. Before I knew it, I spotted creatures jumping on the surface, coming my direction. That’s when my energy finally gave out, and I fell, head first, back into the canyon.

…

“Where’s my father?!” I can’t believe this! Why do I feel like I’ve been lied to my whole life? Clearly my father knew something, this whole time and didn’t tell me. He clearly hid things from me. And if what Vegeta said is true, could it be possible I’ve met Goku before. “Move out my way Mrs. Ying! Or tell me where my dad is!” I was in no mood to deal with anyone today.

“Miss. Chichi. Your father is in an important meeting. I’m sure, he would gladly see you after. If you properly create an appointment.” I’m so close to snapping. For starters, how dare she address me like that! Second, my father in a meeting was a lie!

I grab her by the collar and pull her closer to me. “I asked you nicely, and you belittle me. Now, get out my way.” I simply moved her to the said, and ask Gohan to lead me to dad. I have no time for this. I must get to the bottom of this at once.

…

Mom must be really angry, if she’s talking back to Mrs. Ying. What I still don’t get is why. After speaking with Mr. Vegeta, I have more questions than answers. And mom is sure acting funny. Almost to where I don’t get why she looks ready to explode. When we finally reach grandpa, does mom look like she calm down. “Gohan, wait for mommy here.” With that she walks inside, and closes the door. Oh look, it’s Mr. Li.

…

My head hurts, and I feel an easy sense of rage, that isn’t my own. “Chichi.” That’s when I shot up, and could feel panic rush through me. I then look around, and notice that I’m covered in bandages and in a bed. What in the world? Then I look next to me, and there’s this weird creature. It’s pink in color, and has weird skin, plus, they too look shock. I try to wave a hello, only for them to get up and leave the room.

I then try to figure out, why do I sense that Chichi is enraged. What’s going on? I try to reach out to her, only to feel blocked by a raging headache. No good. My poor Chichi needs me, and I can’t reach out to her. Please, I just hope Gohan is with her, and helping her. As much as I love seeing my wife angry, it still upsets me when she’s unreasonably angry and I can’t help her. My poor wife.

…

“Dad, tell me the truth! Stop looking away from me! What the hell you so ashamed about? Tell me!”

“Sweetie, you don’t understand. It’s not that easy to talk about.”

“Try me! How about you just give me answers! Tell me, did I ever meet Goku before the fire?” He’s looking away, but he does say yes. “When?”

“A year after your mother died. It so happened that Gohan had found Goku just a few months. He complained the child he found was uncontrollable. I thought he only needed a friend, and I also wanted to show you off to my best friend.”

“Can you tell me what happened that day. Please, dad.” He agreed. I could feel the pain in his voice, as he told me the memory.

… … …

It’s been a year since my wife has died. I truly miss her, but I’ll promise to make sure Chichi grows up happy. And I’ll tell her many stories of her mother, and give her all her clothing. She’ll be so happy. Uh? A letter from my old training buddy, Gohan. Oh, he found a child along his walk. So unusual. The child seems strange, and misbehave. Oh, it’s probably just Gohan’s imagination. His old age is showing. Oh, I got an idea. I’ll bring my princess, and they could be great friends. Maybe I can convince Gohan to come live in the village with us.

Once I made it to his home, he’s waiting for us outside. He said that the boy is sleeping, and funny enough, my Chichi is too. Me and Gohan were talking, when we heard a noise coming from inside his hut. This noise had woken up my Chichi. Soon, Gohan had brought out a small child. He was strange indeed, especially with that tail. We then set the children down next to each other.

Gohan looked worried, while I was very excited. The boy, Goku, look at Chichi curiously, and Chichi did the same. Then his tail moved, and poked Chichi’s face. She started giggling, poked the furry thing, he laughed too. Chichi then had Goku face in between her hands, as she continued giggling. It was so cute. Goku looked confuse, and tried to take the hands away. “I don’t see why you’re so worried, Gohan.”

That’s when things got worst. Goku’s mood suddenly changed. He went from happies confused, to biting Chichi’s hand. My baby! How dare he! That’s when Chichi started to cry, and I tried to get my baby away from him. But when I tried to get my Chichi, Goku bit me. He was also holding onto Chichi, tightly with his tail, and growling at me. I backed away, stud for the moment. How was I supposed to get my crying Chichi away from this boy? Not only that, the boy was hugging Chichi, and licking her face. What in the world is going on? I then snapped out of it, and was readying to strike him, when Gohan finally was able to pull him away. I tried to calm Chichi down, while Gohan tried to keep Goku at bay.

I was in the process of get my capsule car, when Chichi left my side. Oh no! Where she go? When I finally caught her, she was making her way to Gohan. I picked her up and walked to the car. Before I left my friend, I heard Chichi say bye-bye. “No Chichi.” I then looked to Gohan. “Hopefully you’ll learn to teach that child some manners! I don’t him want anywhere near my Chichi, unless he does.” With that, that was the last I ever saw and heard of Gohan. Till I received a troubling letter, stating he hopes to make amends for he’s not sure if he’ll live long.

… … …

“That last letter came to me 6 years after.” I was more shock that Vegeta was right about the possibility of meeting Goku very young, than rage at my father for keeping this a secret from me. “I didn’t say again because I had long forgot. Well, till Goku showed up, and confirmed that my old friend had passed.” I couldn’t even look at my father. I just got up, and walked away. I got Gohan, and we made our way home. I need time to process this new information.

When we got home, I felt I was just going through the motions. Even Gohan tried to pull me out of my thoughts, but it didn’t seem to work. Maybe I could work on a project or something. I tried to gather my tools, only to absentmindedly look at my hands. “What am I thinking? Not like something was going to be there.” I went back to gathering my tools, and sat on the couch.

“Mom, are you ok? You seem more quiet than usual. Did grandpa say something weird?” I just smiled and shock my head. “Mom, why can’t I hear your thoughts anymore?” That’s a good question, I don’t even know.

“I don’t know. I been so deep in thought, I didn’t realize. Maybe it has to do with focusing on myself.”

“Oh, I see. But I wonder what does Mr. Vegeta met by it’s rare for a sayian to chose a life mate after he’s grown.”

“I don’t know. Maybe I could ask him.” Then my hand started hurting out of nowhere. It usual does that sometimes, especially if I’m overly worried about something. I always thought it was just a delay pain from something I did earlier. Did I punch a wall earlier? I punched Vegeta yesterday, and my hand hurt right away. Maybe it’s nothing, then again, I thought back to what dad said. I do remember, when I was 7, I suddenly started crying for no reason. I cried the whole day, and I couldn’t explain the weird sense of pain. Then the next day I was perfectly fine, and I thought maybe something happened and I was just reacting late.

“I also want to ask Mr. Vegeta more questions, but I don’t think he’ll answer them now.” I just smiled at my little boy, and patted the seat next to me. We enjoyed the rest of day in peaceful silence, deep in our own thoughts.

…

I can’t control it. Every time I feel slightly angry, I just charge, and it’s hard to calm back down. These people have been nothing but supporting, yet I can tell I cause them some sort of trouble. On top of that, they agreed to help me fix my ship to head home. But the way I am now, I don’t know if I could even go home.

…

As I watch mom go about her daily routine, I noticed something is off. She would get angry at the slightest moment, and out of nowhere too. I even had to move things out her way, before she broke it. Mom says she doesn’t have the faintest clue why she so angry. Sometimes she mumbles things, like how bad her head hurts or saying something about her hands. Mom would even take long, steaming baths, saying she’s trying to relax. And she would comment how cold it gotten, when it’s clearly hasn’t. “Mom, are you feeling ok? Are you getting sick?” All she answers is that this isn’t a cold.

So strange. Maybe I should tell someone, but who? Bulma? She’s smart. What about Mr. Vegeta? Could it be part of that mate thing he said. The little he did tell me, is that somehow my parents are connected. Mom then breaks another plate, as she was cleaning. That’s it! I have to ask someone. I’ll ask Mr. Vegeta. Hopefully I could find him.

“Come on Mr. Vegeta. I’m worried about my mom. You just have to know.” He just looked at me indifferent. He asked me what’s wrong with mom, and for the moment I’m happy that he’ll help. “She says how it’s super cold, when the weather is perfectly fine. She would get angry out of nowhere, and or violently break things without reason. Heck, she even shows to not be in control about her own strength. To top it off, she complains about a headache and her hand hurting.”

“From what you tell me, the problem isn’t your mother, brat.” I looked at him confused. “It’s that damn Kakarot. Raditz did asked if he ever had a head injury?” I nodded. “Most likely his programing is running again. Your mother should be fine after a few days.” He then starts walking away. “If she’s lucky.” He then looks over his shoulder at me. “And tell the harpy to stop trying to reach Kakarot, if she wants the headaches to stop.” I just looked at him in shook, as he flew away. What in the world does he mean by that?

It take me a bit longer to fly home. I was just so lost in thought; I just don’t know what to do. What did he mean by program running again? What he mean did he mean she’ll be fine after a few days? And that comment about if she’s lucky? I’m so confused. It’s probably a grown-up thing. Maybe once I tell mom, she’ll explain it to me.

…

My control over this new form is starting to pay off. I’m able to switch on and off on command. But something still troubles me. Why can’t I reach Chichi? Every time I try, I have a huge headache. So, I gave up trying. Living with the Yardratians had helped me a lot. Like controlling my own ki better. If it wasn’t for their help, I would still be unstable. I hope Chichi and Gohan are doing ok. I really miss them.

Chichi…