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S&H CITY FRIDAYS🩸horrorland’s most iconic, number one parkland is back! the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy known as the devil’s playground, beholding true sex and terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 ❞ starring CHOSO KAMO (jjk)

for your psychological evaluation, please answer true or false: “i feel like evil spirits possess me at times.”

⚠︎ TW: psychological horror, incubus/succubus possession, noncon warning jic, exorcism, religious themes, betrayal, hardcore demon sex, satanism, masochism, inspired by Nosferatu (2024)

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟑𝐑𝐃: ❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ❞ starring GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU (jjk)

never go alone to Horrorland, or you might just end up being the perfect prey for our naughty scare actors…

⚠︎ CW: fear play, semi-public sex, threesome (mmf), spitroasting, dumbification, degradation, mask kink, slight stalking, chase scene, slight exhibitionism, petnames, squirting, weapon play (knife + chainsaw)

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CARNALVANIA SATURDAYS 🏰 a hellish and rotten kingdom built on violent, lethal desire for power, corruption, and rumors of an ancient race. would you venture a realm where three distinct affairs collide into a carnal nightmare…?

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟎𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐉’𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring TOJI FUSHIGURO (jjk)

while seeking solitude from your royal ball, you’re suddenly interrogated by a mysterious, yet alluring assassin…

⚠︎ TW: medieval fantasy au, assassin!toji, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, interrogation, dubcon/coercion, knife play, fear play, murder threats, semi-public sex, degradation/praise, stalking mentions.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟕𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐓. 𝐈𝐈 ❞ starring LEON KENNEDY (re9)

the sweet prince that’s been turned by your own doing shows his filthiest image of ruin to his own subjects…

⚠︎ CW: gothic royalty au, vampire!leon, vampire!reader, msub/fdom, forced voyeurism/exhibitionism, noncon warning, seduction, hypnosis, corruption, poisoning, bloody sex, chain bondage.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞ starring HIROMI HIGURUMA (jjk)

chained together in an unholy, hateful marriage, who conquers who on their very own wedding bed…?

⚠︎ CW: regency fantasy au, enemies to lovers, duke!higuruma, duchess!reader, arranged marriage, hate sex during wedding night, eventual soft sex, court politics, slight impact play, degradation, breeding.

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‎ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋: ‎ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ ‎ ‎ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: dark content, horror/thriller themes, murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, betrayal, plot twist, inspired by The Blair Witch Project (1999).

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐎 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, repost elsewhere, or use my work for ai training purposes. this is not proofread, so forgive me for any grammatical errors! artist unknown for the masterlist cover, but i found the art here on pinterest!

Heat spread across her face quickly as she blubbered over her words. “I’m so sorry—”, she couldn’t even get her apology out because his large hand was lifted. The universal gesture to just shut the fuck up. She nodded and pressed her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from saying anything else.

“Good. You can listen. Now come to my office.” He stood up straight and all she could do was sit there. The first thought that rang through her mind was, I’m getting fired. She hasn’t produced any worthwhile articles these past few months at G5, just some bullshit tabloid pieces you read when you’re at the doctor’s office and your phone died. Tashigi downed the rest of her lukewarm coffee on her desk then got up and walked to Smoker’s office.

Is this what death row inmates feel when they’re walking to the executioner? She thought to herself as she stood in front of Smoker’s door, she knocked twice then entered the room. Behind his comically large desk, Smoker sat with a cigar between his lips. It wasn’t lit yet but he chewed on it just a bit. “Come on sit.” He grunted out and she made her way to the chair in front of his desk, her mind was running wild with thoughts.

Great, I’m getting fired and he’s having a celebratory cigar. The thought was already swirling around her head as she watched him with the cigar between his lips. Smoker opened one of his drawers and took out a lighter and another cigar. “Here. This is for you.” He took the cigar from atop his desk and held it out to her. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head, then the words came spilling out. “Look, if you’re trying to placate me with a cigar, you don’t need to. I’m a grown woman and I can handle this news. If you’re going to fire me just go on and do it.”

Just as the words left her lips, her eyes widened behind the red frames she always wore and she sat there with her mouth agape. Smoker raised his eyebrows and set the cigar down next to the lighter. Then he just laughed. It was deep and hearty, a sound that was very unusual coming from him. After a moment he caught his breath and took the lighter, bringing it to the cigar between his lips and lit it. “This is actually a celebratory meeting. I want to say congratulations in advance for your upcoming story.”

Her eyebrows furrowed and she finally shut her mouth. “What?” She tried to think back, she didn’t receive an email with a new assignment yet and Smoker never congratulated anyone before. “What?” She repeated the word and he took a deep inhale before letting out the puff of smoke. “You’re going to interview one of the most secretive actresses out there. I just got an email from Caesar at MADS Entertainment.” He turned on his desktop then turned it around so she could read it.

From: Caesar C. Lown

To: Smoker

CC: Vergo, Yarisugi

My client has expressed to me that she finally wants to do an interview. The specifics of what she wants to discuss is unknown to me but there is only one non-negotiable:

Tashigi MUST be the one to interview her.

She will not accept anyone else and if anyone else shows up at the door, my client will gladly tell them to kiss her ass and shut the door in their face.

Tashigi’s eyes widened once again when she read the email. Caesar? MADS Entertainment? There were plenty of actresses that were signed to that agency and she filtered through each one. “Before you go back to when the agency was first founded, I’ll give you the answer. You’re interviewing Y/N.” If Tashigi’s eyes were wide before, they were about to pop out of her head at this point. Smoker takes another puff from his cigar and nods, “I know. I thought it was a joke at first but I confirmed it with Caesar. For some odd reason, she wants you. Now, will you take it?” She freezes for a moment before nodding eagerly, “of course I will! I’ve seen so many of her movies, my favorite is A Love Long Lost when she played a divorced mother finding love again. I’ve cried every single time I watched the movie.”

Smoker takes another puff of his cigar then taps it into the ash tray on his desk, “sorry to burst your fangirl moment Tashigi but we don’t want to blow this because you’re a huge fan of hers. You need to rein it in and you need to take this seriously. She doesn’t do interviews like this, especially ones concerning her love life. As you may already know, she’s been seen with plenty of men ranging from other award-winning actors to what upper society considers the help. One day she popped up with a wedding ring and no one can piece who she’s married to. Then four years ago she had a baby bump. Then a couple months later she was pictured with a swaddled baby, she hasn’t even shown the kids face so the kid must look like her husband.” He takes another drag from his cigar and tilts his head back as he sighs, “what I’m trying to say is, this is the best opportunity for you and your career but it can also destroy you. If you set her in a bad direction then we lose the cover story and honestly, I won’t be able to fight for your job here.”

Tashigi’s heart sank to her stomach at the realization. She had been so excited about the interview that she didn’t realize the stakes. “High risk and high reward, right? I won’t blow this, I promise you.” Her gaze steels as she looks at Smoker and he nods, “I hope you don’t. Let me give you Caesar’s contact information so you can schedule the best time to start. And Tashigi, don’t fuck this up.” He forwards the email to Tashigi as she makes her way back to her desk. Her mind is running with thoughts.

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The days following go by in a blur of schedules, phone calls and emails. Finally she gets the confirmation she needs a week later. The interview will be conducted in your townhouse in Brooklyn on a Saturday morning.

When the day finally approaches, Tashigi feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest. She spent the night before going through all your filmography, reviewing all the tabloid pictures of you with different men, rereading past interviews you’ve done, just studying you. On the drive over to your home she listened to a podcast you did after your most recent movie release. Your voice was soft and gentle as you discussed navigating around being four months pregnant and filming scenes that showed off your body. Tashigi knew from the first film she saw that you starred in why people loved you, you had this air to you that drew people to you. Then your looks just topped it off, curves in all the right places, your alluring eyes that could switch from innocent to sultry in the blink of an eye, everything about you could’ve been sculpted.

Before she knew it, her GPS announced that she was at her location. She found a great parking spot and once her car was parked she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. Now out of the car, she adjusts her glasses and fixes her hair before trekking up the steps to your front door. Her hand trembles as she rings the doorbell and before she can put her hand down, there’s someone opening the door. A woman about her age with green hair and piercing eyes opens the door, “hi, you must be Tashigi. Come inside, I’m Monet.” Monet holds her hand out for Tashigi and she hesitates for a breath before taking it, “pleasure to meet you.” Tashigi stutters out as she shakes the other woman’s hand then Monet opens the door wider to allow her to walk inside. “Follow me.” Monet leads the way inside and Tashigi’s eyes shift around as she walks. There's expensive paintings decorating the walls along with professional photos of you from different films and award shows and a few finger paintings, obviously done by a child.

Monet leads Tashigi to what is presumably your living room then gestures to her to sit down. “Ms. Y/N should be here shortly, would you like something to eat or drink?” Tashigi sits down in the middle of the large couch then looks up at Monet, “could I have a tea? Is there peppermint tea?” Monet smiles and gently pats Tashigi’s arm, “of course. Peppermint tea is my favorite and Ms. Y/N always has it stocked for me. Despite all the negative things that have been said about her, she’s just a saint. I’ll bring some sugar and milk too.” Tashigi watches as Monet leaves, taking a mental note of the woman’s bird-like movements then looks around the room. There’s a gorgeous fireplace right in front of her and there’s some awards on the mantel along with some pictures. She gets up to get a closer look and focuses on one right in the center, it’s a photo of you with a young man. She leans in a little more to see your arms wrapped around him and he has a graduation gown on but the cap is on your head. The brightness of your smile radiates through the still image and gives it life. She looks at the man in the photo, he looks like he’s in his 20s with tanned skin, dark hair and gray eyes. He has tattoos on his fingers but she can’t make out what they are.

“That’s one of the proudest moments of my life.” Tashigi jumps and lets out a yelp as she turns to her left and there you are in the flesh, wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans and fuzzy bear slippers. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been so nosy—” just as the apology pours out, you lift your hand and shake your head. “Please, I’m not offended by it. But don’t ask any questions about the picture yet, I’ll tell you more about it and the young man in it when we start our interview.” Monet comes back into the living room with a tray and sets it down on the coffee table. “Ms. Y/N, would you like some tea as well?” Monet asks as she grabs the kettle and pours the hot water into the mug. You smile then walk over to her, “darling, please just call me by my name. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Monet nods and sets the kettle back onto the tray, “Tashigi, here’s everything you need for your tea.” She nods her head then leaves the living room, leaving you and Tashigi. “Ah peppermint tea, Monet’s favorite. Please sit and we can talk a bit, I’m sure you have a lot to ask.” Your movements are graceful as you sit in the loveseat beside the couch and Tashigi has to clench her jaw to fight the urge to let it drop open. She sits down and puts some sugar into her tea and stirs it in before taking a sip and sets it back down. “Why me?” She blurts the question out and you nod. “Good question, but I’ll answer it with another question, why not you?”

She furrows her eyebrows and opens her mouth and you shake your head. “I like to support other women and I saw a bit of myself in you. You hit a wall with your writing and I wanted to help. Plus, I read one of your first published pieces and it was great.” A blush spreads across her cheeks at the praise and she takes another sip of her tea, “thank you so much. So what do you want this to be about? Your movies? An upcoming film? Your life story? Your multitude of lovers?” Your smile drops and her eyes widen. “Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow and tense up and all Tashigi could think is, I fucked up. That’s it, I’m going to get kicked out. “I-uh…I meant that in regards to the amount of men you’ve been photographed with during the course of your career.”

You sigh and shake your head. “Most of those ‘dates’ were fake. Just another job to bring in more publicity. But I was still labeled as a slut or promiscuous or a whore. That last one is my personal favorite. I mean it’s the easiest one to call a woman, she’s going out to dinner with a different man a couple of times and she’s a whore. But a man does it and he’s praised, he’s a lady killer, a casanova.” You roll your eyes and look at her. “The interview will be about my love life. I’ve had 5 serious relationships, only one predates my fame but each man I will tell you about played an important role in my life. I would also like to uncover the mystery of who my husband is. And I want you to write about everything. I think you could make it a little biography and make good money off of it.” Tashigi chokes on her tea and quickly sets it down.

“A book? You want me to write a book about your life?” She asks while coughing and you nod, sitting up to hand over a napkin. She takes it from you and wipes her mouth. “Why? I thought this was just a cover story.” You look at her then shrug, “actually the cover story is going to be about my family and revealing who my husband is. The other stuff I’m going to tell you about is just an added bonus. You don’t have to release anything yet, you could wait another 40 or so years until I die to write the book. Maybe I’ll have you come back so you can find out every little detail of my life story from my upbringing to who I am today. Sounds fun right?” You smile and wink at her as you adjust your position on the loveseat.

“But finish your tea and then we can get started on the fun stuff.” You smile at her then look over at the picture you caught her examining earlier. A wider smile grows on your lips as you look at it and Tashigi just watches you, totally enraptured by any little thing you do. You glance over at her as she watches you and tilt your head a bit, “you okay, darling?” She blushes and finishes the rest of her tea, setting the mug down. “Yes I’m fine, I guess I’m still a little star struck. I’ve watched all of your movies, read all the articles about you and listened to all your red carpet interviews and podcasts. I just can’t believe that someone like me is getting such a deep look into your life.”

You laugh at her words and sit up a bit straighter. “Well believe it because I don’t want anyone else to hear it. There’s vultures out there who will pick at every little aspect of my life until there’s nothing but a skeleton left. From the pieces I’ve read of yours, you seem far from that type. Just don’t prove me wrong. Do you want some more tea?” Tashigi looks down at her empty mug then shakes her head. “No, thank you. One cup is more than enough for me. And I won't let you down.” You stand up and move closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t let yourself down, write your ass off. I’ll be right back, I’m going to get myself a bottle of water.” You gently squeeze her shoulder and walk away. She watches you walk to your kitchen and shakes her head. How can someone make plain clothes look like luxury wear? She thinks to herself and stands up when you come back with your water.

“Come follow me to the study.” You wave her over and lead the way down the hall. She looks at more of the decorations on the walls, some more finger paintings and fancy art but a lot of the spaces on the wall are bare. As if someone took down the pictures that were there. You look back at her and smile, “Monet and I took some of the family pictures down. Can’t spoil the secret just yet.” You wink at her and open the door at the end of the hall.

As Tashigi enters your study, only one thought swirls in her mind: I’m in for a hell of a ride.

Heat spread across her face quickly as she blubbered over her words. “I’m so sorry—”, she couldn’t even get her apology out because his large hand was lifted. The universal gesture to just shut the fuck up. She nodded and pressed her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from saying anything else.

“Good. You can listen. Now come to my office.” He stood up straight and all she could do was sit there. The first thought that rang through her mind was, I’m getting fired. She hasn’t produced any worthwhile articles these past few months at G5, just some bullshit tabloid pieces you read when you’re at the doctor’s office and your phone died. Tashigi downed the rest of her lukewarm coffee on her desk then got up and walked to Smoker’s office.

Is this what death row inmates feel when they’re walking to the executioner? She thought to herself as she stood in front of Smoker’s door, she knocked twice then entered the room. Behind his comically large desk, Smoker sat with a cigar between his lips. It wasn’t lit yet but he chewed on it just a bit. “Come on sit.” He grunted out and she made her way to the chair in front of his desk, her mind was running wild with thoughts.

Great, I’m getting fired and he’s having a celebratory cigar. The thought was already swirling around her head as she watched him with the cigar between his lips. Smoker opened one of his drawers and took out a lighter and another cigar. “Here. This is for you.” He took the cigar from atop his desk and held it out to her. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head, then the words came spilling out. “Look, if you’re trying to placate me with a cigar, you don’t need to. I’m a grown woman and I can handle this news. If you’re going to fire me just go on and do it.”

Just as the words left her lips, her eyes widened behind the red frames she always wore and she sat there with her mouth agape. Smoker raised his eyebrows and set the cigar down next to the lighter. Then he just laughed. It was deep and hearty, a sound that was very unusual coming from him. After a moment he caught his breath and took the lighter, bringing it to the cigar between his lips and lit it. “This is actually a celebratory meeting. I want to say congratulations in advance for your upcoming story.”

Her eyebrows furrowed and she finally shut her mouth. “What?” She tried to think back, she didn’t receive an email with a new assignment yet and Smoker never congratulated anyone before. “What?” She repeated the word and he took a deep inhale before letting out the puff of smoke. “You’re going to interview one of the most secretive actresses out there. I just got an email from Caesar at MADS Entertainment.” He turned on his desktop then turned it around so she could read it.

From: Caesar C. Lown

To: Smoker

CC: Vergo, Yarisugi

My client has expressed to me that she finally wants to do an interview. The specifics of what she wants to discuss is unknown to me but there is only one non-negotiable:

Tashigi MUST be the one to interview her.

She will not accept anyone else and if anyone else shows up at the door, my client will gladly tell them to kiss her ass and shut the door in their face.

Tashigi’s eyes widened once again when she read the email. Caesar? MADS Entertainment? There were plenty of actresses that were signed to that agency and she filtered through each one. “Before you go back to when the agency was first founded, I’ll give you the answer. You’re interviewing Y/N.” If Tashigi’s eyes were wide before, they were about to pop out of her head at this point. Smoker takes another puff from his cigar and nods, “I know. I thought it was a joke at first but I confirmed it with Caesar. For some odd reason, she wants you. Now, will you take it?” She freezes for a moment before nodding eagerly, “of course I will! I’ve seen so many of her movies, my favorite is A Love Long Lost when she played a divorced mother finding love again. I’ve cried every single time I watched the movie.”

Smoker takes another puff of his cigar then taps it into the ash tray on his desk, “sorry to burst your fangirl moment Tashigi but we don’t want to blow this because you’re a huge fan of hers. You need to rein it in and you need to take this seriously. She doesn’t do interviews like this, especially ones concerning her love life. As you may already know, she’s been seen with plenty of men ranging from other award-winning actors to what upper society considers the help. One day she popped up with a wedding ring and no one can piece who she’s married to. Then four years ago she had a baby bump. Then a couple months later she was pictured with a swaddled baby, she hasn’t even shown the kids face so the kid must look like her husband.” He takes another drag from his cigar and tilts his head back as he sighs, “what I’m trying to say is, this is the best opportunity for you and your career but it can also destroy you. If you set her in a bad direction then we lose the cover story and honestly, I won’t be able to fight for your job here.”

Tashigi’s heart sank to her stomach at the realization. She had been so excited about the interview that she didn’t realize the stakes. “High risk and high reward, right? I won’t blow this, I promise you.” Her gaze steels as she looks at Smoker and he nods, “I hope you don’t. Let me give you Caesar’s contact information so you can schedule the best time to start. And Tashigi, don’t fuck this up.” He forwards the email to Tashigi as she makes her way back to her desk. Her mind is running with thoughts.

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The days following go by in a blur of schedules, phone calls and emails. Finally she gets the confirmation she needs a week later. The interview will be conducted in your townhouse in Brooklyn on a Saturday morning.

When the day finally approaches, Tashigi feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest. She spent the night before going through all your filmography, reviewing all the tabloid pictures of you with different men, rereading past interviews you’ve done, just studying you. On the drive over to your home she listened to a podcast you did after your most recent movie release. Your voice was soft and gentle as you discussed navigating around being four months pregnant and filming scenes that showed off your body. Tashigi knew from the first film she saw that you starred in why people loved you, you had this air to you that drew people to you. Then your looks just topped it off, curves in all the right places, your alluring eyes that could switch from innocent to sultry in the blink of an eye, everything about you could’ve been sculpted.

Before she knew it, her GPS announced that she was at her location. She found a great parking spot and once her car was parked she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. Now out of the car, she adjusts her glasses and fixes her hair before trekking up the steps to your front door. Her hand trembles as she rings the doorbell and before she can put her hand down, there’s someone opening the door. A woman about her age with green hair and piercing eyes opens the door, “hi, you must be Tashigi. Come inside, I’m Monet.” Monet holds her hand out for Tashigi and she hesitates for a breath before taking it, “pleasure to meet you.” Tashigi stutters out as she shakes the other woman’s hand then Monet opens the door wider to allow her to walk inside. “Follow me.” Monet leads the way inside and Tashigi’s eyes shift around as she walks. There's expensive paintings decorating the walls along with professional photos of you from different films and award shows and a few finger paintings, obviously done by a child.

Monet leads Tashigi to what is presumably your living room then gestures to her to sit down. “Ms. Y/N should be here shortly, would you like something to eat or drink?” Tashigi sits down in the middle of the large couch then looks up at Monet, “could I have a tea? Is there peppermint tea?” Monet smiles and gently pats Tashigi’s arm, “of course. Peppermint tea is my favorite and Ms. Y/N always has it stocked for me. Despite all the negative things that have been said about her, she’s just a saint. I’ll bring some sugar and milk too.” Tashigi watches as Monet leaves, taking a mental note of the woman’s bird-like movements then looks around the room. There’s a gorgeous fireplace right in front of her and there’s some awards on the mantel along with some pictures. She gets up to get a closer look and focuses on one right in the center, it’s a photo of you with a young man. She leans in a little more to see your arms wrapped around him and he has a graduation gown on but the cap is on your head. The brightness of your smile radiates through the still image and gives it life. She looks at the man in the photo, he looks like he’s in his 20s with tanned skin, dark hair and gray eyes. He has tattoos on his fingers but she can’t make out what they are.

“That’s one of the proudest moments of my life.” Tashigi jumps and lets out a yelp as she turns to her left and there you are in the flesh, wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans and fuzzy bear slippers. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been so nosy—” just as the apology pours out, you lift your hand and shake your head. “Please, I’m not offended by it. But don’t ask any questions about the picture yet, I’ll tell you more about it and the young man in it when we start our interview.” Monet comes back into the living room with a tray and sets it down on the coffee table. “Ms. Y/N, would you like some tea as well?” Monet asks as she grabs the kettle and pours the hot water into the mug. You smile then walk over to her, “darling, please just call me by my name. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Monet nods and sets the kettle back onto the tray, “Tashigi, here’s everything you need for your tea.” She nods her head then leaves the living room, leaving you and Tashigi. “Ah peppermint tea, Monet’s favorite. Please sit and we can talk a bit, I’m sure you have a lot to ask.” Your movements are graceful as you sit in the loveseat beside the couch and Tashigi has to clench her jaw to fight the urge to let it drop open. She sits down and puts some sugar into her tea and stirs it in before taking a sip and sets it back down. “Why me?” She blurts the question out and you nod. “Good question, but I’ll answer it with another question, why not you?”

She furrows her eyebrows and opens her mouth and you shake your head. “I like to support other women and I saw a bit of myself in you. You hit a wall with your writing and I wanted to help. Plus, I read one of your first published pieces and it was great.” A blush spreads across her cheeks at the praise and she takes another sip of her tea, “thank you so much. So what do you want this to be about? Your movies? An upcoming film? Your life story? Your multitude of lovers?” Your smile drops and her eyes widen. “Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow and tense up and all Tashigi could think is, I fucked up. That’s it, I’m going to get kicked out. “I-uh…I meant that in regards to the amount of men you’ve been photographed with during the course of your career.”

You sigh and shake your head. “Most of those ‘dates’ were fake. Just another job to bring in more publicity. But I was still labeled as a slut or promiscuous or a whore. That last one is my personal favorite. I mean it’s the easiest one to call a woman, she’s going out to dinner with a different man a couple of times and she’s a whore. But a man does it and he’s praised, he’s a lady killer, a casanova.” You roll your eyes and look at her. “The interview will be about my love life. I’ve had 5 serious relationships, only one predates my fame but each man I will tell you about played an important role in my life. I would also like to uncover the mystery of who my husband is. And I want you to write about everything. I think you could make it a little biography and make good money off of it.” Tashigi chokes on her tea and quickly sets it down.

“A book? You want me to write a book about your life?” She asks while coughing and you nod, sitting up to hand over a napkin. She takes it from you and wipes her mouth. “Why? I thought this was just a cover story.” You look at her then shrug, “actually the cover story is going to be about my family and revealing who my husband is. The other stuff I’m going to tell you about is just an added bonus. You don’t have to release anything yet, you could wait another 40 or so years until I die to write the book. Maybe I’ll have you come back so you can find out every little detail of my life story from my upbringing to who I am today. Sounds fun right?” You smile and wink at her as you adjust your position on the loveseat.

“But finish your tea and then we can get started on the fun stuff.” You smile at her then look over at the picture you caught her examining earlier. A wider smile grows on your lips as you look at it and Tashigi just watches you, totally enraptured by any little thing you do. You glance over at her as she watches you and tilt your head a bit, “you okay, darling?” She blushes and finishes the rest of her tea, setting the mug down. “Yes I’m fine, I guess I’m still a little star struck. I’ve watched all of your movies, read all the articles about you and listened to all your red carpet interviews and podcasts. I just can’t believe that someone like me is getting such a deep look into your life.”

You laugh at her words and sit up a bit straighter. “Well believe it because I don’t want anyone else to hear it. There’s vultures out there who will pick at every little aspect of my life until there’s nothing but a skeleton left. From the pieces I’ve read of yours, you seem far from that type. Just don’t prove me wrong. Do you want some more tea?” Tashigi looks down at her empty mug then shakes her head. “No, thank you. One cup is more than enough for me. And I won't let you down.” You stand up and move closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t let yourself down, write your ass off. I’ll be right back, I’m going to get myself a bottle of water.” You gently squeeze her shoulder and walk away. She watches you walk to your kitchen and shakes her head. How can someone make plain clothes look like luxury wear? She thinks to herself and stands up when you come back with your water.

“Come follow me to the study.” You wave her over and lead the way down the hall. She looks at more of the decorations on the walls, some more finger paintings and fancy art but a lot of the spaces on the wall are bare. As if someone took down the pictures that were there. You look back at her and smile, “Monet and I took some of the family pictures down. Can’t spoil the secret just yet.” You wink at her and open the door at the end of the hall.

As Tashigi enters your study, only one thought swirls in her mind: I’m in for a hell of a ride.