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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Moonlight, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: Matt's favorite way to unwind after a long week of work is to smoke and enjoy the benefits that come with having you as his girlfriend. Songfic; loosely based off of "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, drug use (marijuana) and sex under the influence, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbating (m), cowgirl, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, doll), really long

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is not a want...it's a need. Anyway, enjoy some smut to start your Monday the right way ;)

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Friday nights were Matt’s favorite night of the week. After a long week of work and the Friday video going up, he could finally enjoy true, quality time with you. You two would make dinner together, talking about each other’s week and sharing both your high points and low points. That was nice, sure, but he enjoyed what came after far more. You would sit out on the back deck together, passing a joint back and forth and gazing up at the stars. Sometimes these nights were quiet and would end with you both tucked up into bed, passed out before midnight. Other nights, the weed would loosen your tongues, leading to playful banter and clothes strewn across the living room.

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“Hey sweetie,” You smiled as Matt stepped into the kitchen, holding a brown paper bag. “How was your day?”

“It was fine,” Matt shrugged, coming around the island to wrap his arms around you as you stirred the pot on the stove. “Nick and Chris were good. We got the video up smoothly so…successful Friday, I guess.”

You turned towards your boyfriend’s chest, spoon still in hand. “That wouldn’t happen to be my favorite salsa, would it?” You asked, gesturing towards the paper bag in his hand.

“Oh, I dunno,” Matt kissed your forehead playfully. “What do I get out of it if it is?”

“A kiss? Best boyfriend of the week award?”

“I’m the only boyfriend of the week,” he grumbled, a smile dotting his face. “But yes, it is your favorite salsa.”

You squealed as Matt set the bag down, immediately tearing into it. Your favorite salsa was locally made, only sold in the small bodega near the triplet’s old house on the outskirts of LA. Ever since you and Matt had gotten your own place in favor of furthering your relationship, the salsa had become more of a rarity, making you cherish Matt even more every time he went out of his way to get it.

“The tacos are done!” You exclaimed proudly as you began to set out the spread.

“I’m more interested in this spread,” Matt snorted, landing a smack to your ass. “Are those new leggings?” he had gravitated towards your kitchen table, sitting down in one of the chairs with that cursed manspread that would’ve looked humiliating had it been on anyone else.

You looked down at the black leggings you had put on earlier in the day for this sole purpose. You’d just gotten them in the mail yesterday, and you knew they would drive Matt absolutely wild. He had a slight obsession with you in black. Nevertheless, you decided to have a bit of fun with him, smiling with a blush.

“Later, Bernard. We’re about to eat.” You knew Matt hated his middle name, and you could only dream of the ways he would get back at you later for it.

Sure enough, Matt groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate my middle name. It’s so stupid.”

“I disagree,” You giggled, fixing Matt’s plate. “I think MaryLou picked a lovely name.” You smiled, setting his plate in front of him and planting a kiss on his plump lips.

You quickly fixed your own plate, setting down in the spot across from Matt. Taco Friday was a weekly tradition in your small household, as was sharing the week’s highs and lows. You listened as Matt talked about a recent milestone he had hit on his personal YouTube channel, but your eyes were more fixated on his lips. It’s not that you didn’t care about what he had to say; rather, you were just so overwhelmed by how purely handsome your boy was.

“What was your favorite thing this week?” Matt asked you kindly after a while.

“Oh um,” You blushed, pushing your empty plate away and standing. “Does this count?” You hummed seductively, straddling yourself across Matt’s lap and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him.

Your boyfriend moaned into the kiss, grunting and shifting as your leggings brushed over his sensitive cock. “What happened to later?” he teased, a small smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“You’re just hot,” You giggled. “That’s all.”

You usually weren’t as bold as you had been just now, normally opting to let Matt take the lead on affection and sexual encounters. Something was different about tonight, though. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as you two cleaned off the table, or when you stood side by side at the sink, tag teaming the dishes.

The air thrummed with the sparks that were flying between you as you changed into one of Matt’s big t-shirts and comfortable shorts and him into a white shirt and plaid pajama pants. Even though it was early, you always liked being in comfortable clothes to smoke; it made the experience more enjoyable.

You didn’t miss the way Matt’s eyes rinsed over your body in his clothes. Even after over two years together, it still made his head spin that you were all his. Every inch of your body belonged to him, and him to you. He loves your body, how smart you were, your adorable face, and the way you lit up from the inside with joy whenever you were happy. Like right now, as you grabbed your rainbow striped pouch from your nightstand and grabbed his hand, tugging him out onto the back deck.

“This is probably my favorite time of the week,” You announced, smiling as you plopped down in one of the deck chairs. “I love the view.” You hummed quietly, gazing up at the darkening sky as the stars began to peek out.

“I love this view more.” Matt cooed, tapping your nose.

“You’re so corny.” You giggled, but blushed nonetheless.

You opened your pouch, pulling out a blunt and lighter while Matt turned on the speaker, playing Mac Miller’s Swimming album. The lighter in your hands was a special one; it had become a custom gift your boyfriend had given you for your most recent birthday, with a picture of you both on the vinyl wrap. It had been a gag gift at first, but Matt smiled every time you two used it, simply because it reminded him of all the times you two had shared.

“You want first hit?” You asked him.

“Nope,” Matt told you. “Ladies first.”

“Such a gentleman.” You laughed, hanging the joint between your lips as you lit up.

You inhaled for a moment, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs, before exhaling and passing it to Matt. Even though there were only two of you, you had to say that this was your dream rotation if you could call it that. Matt was perfect in so many ways. He was in tune with all your moods and now was no exception. He had his eyes trained on you as he took a long drag, before turning his head and blowing a cloud of smoke towards the night sky.

“I’m so fucking lucky.” he hummed, staring up at the moon as you took another hit.

“Me too.” You smiled, scooting your chair closer to him as the joint dangled between your lips.

“Like…I live this fucking amazing life. I get to have fun with my brothers for a living and then I get to come home to my own house at twenty years old. I have my own house and a beautiful girlfriend,” Matt paused to look at you, suddenly shy. “And you support me more than anyone else ever has and I just…I’m really lucky and I love you.” he whispered, the weed already loosening his tongue, despite only having one hit.

“I love you, Matty.” You whispered, pecking his cheek and passing the blunt back to him for another hit.

Normally, Matt would protest anyone calling him Matty, but he loved you, and when you said it, it made his heart swell. He smiled, taking another long hit and blowing the smoke towards the stars. “I think I love you more.”

You smiled, curling into his side. You and Matt sat in silence for a while, passing the weed back and forth and enjoying the night sky and the music until Matt suddenly turned his head, looking at you.

“You’re really fucking beautiful.” he smiled, voice and body overall more relaxed than they had been an hour ago.

No matter how long you and Matt had been together, his words about how gorgeous or perfect you were never failed to make your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your tummy take flight. You carefully put the lit joint out on a small ashtray that was laying on the outdoor table and then crawled out of your chair and into Matt’s lap, laying your head against his strong chest.

“And I think you’re really handsome,” You hummed. “And sexy. Definitely sexy.” You giggled, still high from all that you had smoked.

Your boyfriend held you on his lap by your hips, whispering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your lips softly, then moved along to your jaw. Each kiss was slightly more intense than the last as the moonlight shone down on you two, until Matt finally hit the sweet spot behind your ear, where he suckled softly, the scent of weed hot on his breath. Moaning involuntarily, you ground your hips against his lap, the ache that was blossoming in your growing as you felt his boner.

“Do I turn you on? Making you need to get off on my leg, baby? Or is that weed talking?” Matt asked you, sneaking a hand inside your shorts.

Just as he had suspected, you weren’t wearing any panties under the soft cotton, which allowed him to easily slide a finger between your folds. You whimpered as Matt left a trail of hickeys down your neck, rubbing soft, slow circles on your already-dripping clit. In between each new mark he added onto you, your lover would speak of all the things he loved about you and your body. Some of them were unintelligible in his smokey haze, others were little quirks you didn’t even know he had noticed.

“Matt,” You whimpered, holding yourself steady against his shoulders as he fingered you. “Don’t be a teas…” Your words were cut off when he hit a particularly sensitive area, causing you to hiss with arousal.

“I think we need to take this inside.” Matt chuckled, easily picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. As much as Matt had grown in his letting go of anxiety over what other people thought, he really didn’t want your neighbors to watch you get fucked. That was for his eyes only. His cock was already threatening to burst with the need to just fuck you and feel every inch of your skin, of all of you, against him.

Once he had successfully made it inside, still carrying you, of course, Matt began to kiss you with fervent need, not being able to hold back any longer. He didn’t break the kiss as he carried you into the bedroom, sitting down with you against him.

“Oh doll,” he moaned, marking his love for you on your collar bone. “I can’t wait to eat that sweet little cunt until you’re absolutely dripping. Show you what happens when I get high, yeah? How much I think about you and your pretty pussy.”

You whined, gripping Matt’s hair in your hands as he pulled your (his) shirt over your head, admiring your bare breasts. He loved your tits, he really did, but that wasn’t what he was here for. Your boyfriend nipped at your boobs gently, making sure to leave enough of a mark for tomorrow. The soft flesh was turning pink with his hickeys as he sucked his way down your chest and tummy, laying you back against the bed.

You were already arching and wriggling against the sheets before Matt had even gotten your shorts off. The sheer tone and implications of his teasing were making you wildly horny, eager to feel his tongue and fingers inside of you. Matt smirked when he finally, finally pulled the fabric off, eyeing the feast before him. You were already dripping, your thighs slick with arousal.

He took his time to continue circling your clit slowly, teasingly, enjoying the way you whimpered and grunted. Once he began to pump a finger inside of you, it was downhill from there. You were grabbing onto anything you could; his hair, his biceps, his shirt, eager to just have him touch you more. Matt smirked at your eagerness as he thrust another finger inside of you, causing you to wiggle and whine.

“Think you can handle my mouth, baby?” he asked you. “You know how much I love dessert when I’m high and this? This is the perfect dessert.”

Without another word he thrust his head between your thighs, eating you out at such a rapid, dizzying pace that your cunt was already clenching within the minute. Matt didn’t stop at just his mouth, though. His tongue was gliding over your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, creating a sinfully filthy symphony of your little moans whimpers combined with him enjoying all that your pussy had to offer.

“Matt…” You whimpered, panting with the need to climax. “Gonna cum.” you groaned, back arching.

“Go ahead, baby,” he cooed in such an obscene way, it just turned you on more. “Cum all over my fingers and tongue.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go as your orgasm took you over, legs shaking and near-screams leaving your mouth. It was one of the strongest climaxes you had had in a while, leaving you greatly exhausted as white-hot heat released from your core. You fell back against the pillows, panting, as Matt lifted his head from between your legs. Your cum was dripping down his chin and his hair was a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just licked his lips, a coy, wolf-like smile on his face.

“You think we’re only going one round, baby girl?” he chuckled. “I haven’t even gotten you to cum on my dick.”

Despite the roughness of your words, Matt placed a kiss on your forehead and lips, before pulling his own shirt and pants off. Not speaking again, your boyfriend began to jerk himself like there’s no tomorrow, head thrown back and eyes closed as his wavy curls fall across his sweaty face. You could tell by the look on his face that sinful fantasies of you were playing through his head, and that excited you as well, giving you more vigor for another round.

Matt reached over to his nightstand, still palming his dick, and grabbed a condom. You heard the unmistakable sound of foil ripping, before your boyfriend rolled the rubber onto his cock. However, he didn’t immediately slam into you. Instead, he laid down beside you, looking up at you with lustful eyes.

“Get on top. I wanna see that sexy face when I cum.” he groaned, his boner absolutely aching.

Slightly nervous, but also excited, you climbed atop Matt’s legs and lined yourself up with him. You weren’t very versed in riding him, but when you did, it was always an experience. Matt nodded at you kindly when you began to pick up speed, whining with his eyes screwed shut as your hips bucked against his own.

“Is this okay?” You asked seductively, but a hint of nervousness laced your voice. You were still rather high, and you didn’t want to do anything to make the wonderful night you two were having thus far miserable. “I don’t wanna ruin it…”

“No baby…” Matt hissed, throwing his head back. “This is perfect–oh god, right there, Y/N. Good girl.”

With his encouragement, you rode Matt faster, knowing he was close to his own orgasm by the look in his blue eyes. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, and you always came quicker the second time.

“Oh god,” You moaned. “Matt, I’m gonna…” You didn’t get a chance to speak again before you were clenching around his dick, your release taking over your body.

The sound of you climaxing just revved up Matt’s hormones and he immediately came right after you, completely filling the condom. It was quiet for a bit, save for the sounds of you both coming down from your literal and sexual high, as you slid off of his cock, laying down beside him with a great sigh. Your boyfriend removed the used condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash beside the bed, before scooping you into a spooning position.

“That was great,” he yawned, naked body pressed against your own. “Can I say something?” he asked you shyly.

“Always.”

“I feel less insecure when we have high sex…” Matt admitted shyly, voice trailing off at the end.

“Honey,” You said firmly, but not unkindly as your head cleared. “I understand, but you know I love you regardless, right? You’re the best romantic and sexual partner I’ve ever had.” You smiled kindly, yawning as well.

“Really?” Your boyfriend asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

“Really,” You nodded. “I love you, Matt. You’re my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, babe.”

Matt blushed under the weight of your words, pulling you closer to him. “That makes me feel better, actually. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, hun. We’ll never lose our Friday night routine.” You placed a kiss on Matt’s cheek and the snuggled into his hold, ready to enjoy the rest of your favorite night of the week.

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foxxthenerd · 7 months

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CHOSO BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

Choso x Gn!Reader

synopsis: Just some headcanons! College AU :)

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, NOT PROOFREAD

The most loyal and loving boyfriend you could POSSIBLY ask for

He is so sweet and caring despite what everyone around you may think… he had always been an outcast, not being acknowledged by many people

BUT THEN HE MET U and oh my goodness

He probably met you in a science course where you were assigned as lab partners, if you’re not a science person probably a group project

As the professor was calling out names and he got to yours Choso was confused (he had mo clue who you were) (he dismisses everyone but his brothers)

When he first laid eyes on you he didn’t care but when he got to know you he actually started to

just a lil

(he was in denial)

Oh he was soooo in love. Literally got butterflies whenever he saw you and your perfect smile that greeted him every single day

Always had a barely noticable blush on his cheeks when he talked to you

Literally EVERYONE in class could tell he had a little (huge. colossal. gigantic.) crush on you

His confession was really low key

probably led you to a secluded area during your lunch period and was super straight forward but also shy

if you accepted, hes the happiest man on earth

if you didn’t, what the hell is wrong with you?

once you figure things out and get in a relationship he is THE BEST. #1 Boyfriend award goes to him

He is SO affectionate. Like if he ever sees you reading or playing a game (LITERALLY DOING ANYTHING) he will sit by you, grab you by the hips, gently pull you into his lap, and bury his nose into your hair or your neck

once he fell asleep doing that

it took you 10 minutes to pry him off

If you’re not staying over at his dorm for the night, you two ALWAYS face time at night

If you have trouble sleeping he lulls you to sleep with his soft and deep voice

if you sleep on call he will stare at you with a lovestruck look for a few minutes before hanging up just in case there’s any background noise (he doesnt want to wake you up)

If you ARE staying over for the night he cherishes every second with you. He likes being the big spoon or holding you close to his chest

At uni he will always walk with you to the main building

waits for you outside of your class doors, drops you off, leaves you with a hug or a kiss (people around are disgusted) (you make them feel single)

during your lunch period you two will take a walk around campus, sit in the grass if you feel like it

LOVES IT when you ask him about all the bands and music artists he likes. gives you his second earbud so you two can listen to music while you cuddle

you two are always open to trying out the other’s interests

Don’t like hard rock music? you listen to it for him, he knows you may not like it but you insist that you’ll listen just for him

WATCH MOVIES TOGETHER!!! bonus points if its a really bad movie

you two will laugh together at how terrible the movie is. he will point out every little flaw or dumb decision a character makes and you’ll agree with him

you do this in movie theaters too and got kicked out once (its ok, you two made out in the parking lot)

SPEAKING OF MAKING OUT

shy kisser. shy kisser but once he gets into it he’s passionate.

kisses you every chance he gets

you pass by him in the hallway? pulls you in for a kiss and walks you to your next class even if it makes him late

if any poor soul decides to look out the windows of the cafeteria during lunch there’s an 85% chance they will see you two kissing outside

EVERYONE knows of your relationship

you two make single people so jealous

they want what you guys have

Every year you are together he buys you a bracelet for your anniversary

the first year he bought you a bracelet rack and promised you that every year he will give you a bracelet for every year you’ve been together

be afraid. he will still do it no matter how long your relationship lasts.

fantasizes about marrying you

lowkey the type to fantasize while kicking his feet and giggling at the thought of you getting married, starting a family

one time when you were going on a date to a casual restaurant, Choso noticed someone nearby and froze, trying to hide himself before the person sees you two

he fails

“Oh, hey bro!”

“Hey, Yuji…I didnt see you there…haha…”

His little half-brother Yuji Itadori hanging out with his friends at the SAME RESTAURANT

the two friends (megumi and nobara) (mostly nobara, but megumi insists a tiny but too) beg to sit with you two as they never met their buddy’s brother!! so you and Choso find yourself stuck in the chaos that is their little friend circle

they ask you two sooo many questions

Choso wishes he chose to sit NEXT to you instead of across from you because he just wants to bury his head into the crevice of your neck to drown all the noise out

Pretend you aren’t feeling well so you two can escape

when you two get to campus he leads you straight to his dorm and cuddles you in bed

the loudness of their group overwhelmed him and he just wanted to hold you

he doesnt like big crowds so if you find yourself in one hold him tight plssssss

as you two drift off into a deep slumber he whispers sweet nothings in your ear about how stunning you are, how much he loves you, how much he appreciates you

sooo clingy when you two are sleeping

if you wake up before him, good luck

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR!!! he usually has it tied up at school but when he gets home he takes it down and he LOVES when you play with it though he will never admit it

if you’re ever feeling unwell he’ll urge you to lay down and do EVERYTHING for you

if you have homework he’ll do it for you and tell you to erase and replace all he wrote with your handwriting

if you’re hungry he’ll cook for you no matter how good he is at it

if you’re unwell because of a sickness he’ll lay next to you and kiss you anyway even if its contagious

best boyfriend. 10/10.

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cybsoo2 · 3 months

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my obsessive fan

╰┈➤ synopsis — Each story is a glimpse into what your life would entail if these seven were your obsessive fans.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.6k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, yandere behavior, stalker behavior, kidnapping, just the usual

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; GUYS HOBI DOESN’T ACTUALLY KILL HIMSELF!! i realize it kinda seems like he did but don’t worry he’s alright just a lil traumatized :)

—Kim Seokjin

Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky

The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve

One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever

Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation

She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered

Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut

An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form

Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own

Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant

He only cares to engage with them when it involves you

Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage

He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you

Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along

He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal

At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms

Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat

He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)

This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep

Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him

His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched

His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets

He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit

Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him

His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him

His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains

Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room

He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls

Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)

He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

—Min Yoongi

He’s your producer and songwriter

Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs

Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul

Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror

Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you

It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all

Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated

And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better

He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths

His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade

A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour

Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves

You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them

Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too

It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands

He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine

Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since

Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second

Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote

An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn

It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio

He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips

Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions

When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk

His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material

He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him

Yoongi sees your life as a duet

Neither complete without the other

He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours

And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much

You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away

It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

—Jung Hoseok

In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another

Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep

Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines

He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you

His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks

Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic

When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card

Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found

Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long

Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace

He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you

Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth

His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks

A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas

His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion

Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours

His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils

His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier

He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him

A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies

His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck

Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him

You make him so weak

Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure

Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise

After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament

The rainy nights that follow look something like this…

Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check

His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles

Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania

Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

—Kim Namjoon

You make Namjoon so curious

His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence

Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you

He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future

Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared

He keeps a binder stocked full of information

The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place

He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits

Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in

He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you

This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted

He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using

He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)

And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping

Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety

In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night

Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities

Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)

The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly

Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty

Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment

He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail

He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own

When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it

His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home

No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own

All this mania and madness is for you

The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

—Park Jimin

Jimin is your #1 fan

He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible

Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release

He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over

Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway

Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night

Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day

You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse

Park Jimin is so fucking jealous

He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad

He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you

They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss

He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth

His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets

Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this

Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state

Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination

The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest

However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie

He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive

He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth

But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him

A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down

Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

—Kim Taehyung

Taehyung is your eternal shadow

He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night

Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease

His entire life revolves around you

You are his universe

The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper

A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes

By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook

This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you

After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again

The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity

He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you

Taehyung and you share the same silhouette

This is proven in the way he pursues your every move

His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch

The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye

He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls

So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours

As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient

This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault

He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake

His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable

His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind

Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain

He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences

He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state

He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you

“I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest

“You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer

“I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace

When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door

Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

—Jeon Jungkook

“You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”

Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy

It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind

Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow

Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter

Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes

Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you

He schedule practically matches yours too a tee

Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you

He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between

He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters

Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point

Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way

His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night

This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery

“Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up

Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart

The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops

Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night

The only solution to his misery comes to him in a disfigured dream

Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset

Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile

He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress

…His plans end up backfiring completely

The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak

“Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”

You think he doesn’t love you?

No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much

Why can’t you see it?

Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?

Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?

This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria

Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor

Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love

His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness

Hours border on days as he lays limpless

He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-”

Poor, pathetic Jungkook

All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind

Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains

Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish

He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other

So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm

He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)

When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion

You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight

The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso

The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own

“Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”

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comradekatara · 17 days

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The Awakening is one of the most underrated episodes in the series.. this episode was such a turning point for aang

Aang first ran away in a storm to avoid his duty, and now he’s running away in a storm to do his duty. Poetic!

Love also Roku and Yue in this episode

yes! the way this episode establishes so many of the central tensions for the final season and parallels basically every character so deftly is perfect. the chiastic storm symbolism, the storm inside aang of crushing responsibility and guilt and grief and rage…. and in both cases, whether it’s to run away or to attempt to face his problems head on, leaving behind his loved ones (like he tried to do in the crystal catacombs) is always the wrong choice, he needs to rely on his friends. and his friends need him too. katara’s speech about how aang thinks he has to do everything alone kind of seems out of left field considering aang has always valued and cherished forming deep bonds, especially with katara. but then you remember that katara’s last memory of aang, that has been haunting her for the past however many weeks she’s been on that boat desperately trying to save him, was aang (unintentionally) martyring himself. and that would be traumatizing for anyone to witness, their best friend literally dying in their arms, but it’s especially triggering for katara because it’s happened before. kya died for her. hakoda left her. sokka emotionally abandoned her in his promise to die for her.

being a waterbender, the last waterbender, is such a complicated role for katara, because on hand she must feel immense guilt over the way her entire family and tribe prioritizes her life, and is especially motivated to become the world’s greatest waterbender specifically to prove that her mother’s sacrifice was not in vain. but it’s also that drive to be the best that awarded her the spirit water, that gave her the ability to heal aang when history repeated itself. katara couldn’t save kya, she couldn’t make hakoda stay, she couldn’t heal jet, but she can with aang. she literally brings the avatar, struck by lightning while in the avatar state (thus effectively ending the line of avatars were he truly dead) back to life. katara revived him as the inciting incident of the entire narrative, and then she revived him again in their darkest moment. because katara will continue to bring back hope to the world, resoundingly, through sheer force of will, with nothing but her bare hands and overflowing heart.

i do love aang’s arc in this episode, the narrative parallelism, the tragedy of him burning his glider, his last physical relic of his past and his people. i love the way he is so determined to perform the duty he has shied away from for so long due to the shame and humiliation of actually trying, and failing. of course aang was already motivated to perform his duties to the world, because guilt is a hell of a motivator, but the existential terror of actually being killed adds tenfold motivation. instead of running away from his problems, aang is now running towards them, equally as thoughtlessly and hastily. because he is too ashamed to care about tact, he just wants to rectify his devastating mistake. and that’s why he says that he needs to regain his honor. scarred and humiliated and lost, he finally understands how zuko feels.

zuko acts as the third side of a prism through which he, aang, and katara, are all refracted and reflected in one another. this episode makes use of that parallelism both in the contrast between zuko “finally regaining his honor” (illusory, of course, but he gets to come home and see his father again, and that’s all he’s wanted all along) while aang has lost it, and zuko confronting his father for the first time in three years, just like katara does. katara is angry at hakoda, her anger exacerbated by her grief over aang. she’s angry that hakoda left them, even if logically she doesn’t blame him for it. and she doesn’t mask her anger (i don’t think she’s even capable), and hakoda, for his part, receives it, listens to her, treats her with love and affection, holds her, acknowledges his own pain. it’s an incredibly beautiful scene; the episode is excellent if only for that scene.

it’s also immediately followed up with its opposite. zuko walks into ozai’s chamber, no anger only fear, kneels before his throne while ozai circles him like a predator (a move that both zuko and azula picked up from him). even a few episodes later, in “the beach” when azula asks, “are you angry at dad?” zuko’s face falls open and vulnerable, almost afraid at the accusation, and goes, “what?? no!!” even though it’s a perfectly fair question. ozai banished zuko for three years when he was still a child, whereas hakoda left katara for three years when she was still a child. katara resents hakoda for leaving against his will whereas zuko doesn’t even feel like he’s allowed to resent ozai for anything. ozai never once actually touches zuko, but zuko still flinches. zuko kneeling on the ground while ozai circles him like a hawk. hakoda and katara holding each other, both in tears, both open and vulnerable. zuko katara parallels always make me go crazy, of course, but this is one of the most insane juxtapositions in the entire show to me. i just love the katara hakoda reconciliation scene, and all the more for its narrative impact as it precedes zuko and ozai’s.

the ozai face reveal is also pretty incredible imo. for the past two seasons, ozai’s face as been obscured by shadow, framed only at angles that made him unknowable to the viewer. he is a larger than life villain, to both aang and zuko, not simply a man but something far greater and more terrifying. except no. he is just a man. zuko returns home, and immediately sees that. the ozai of looming shadow from zuko’s faulty memory is in fact just some guy. a uniquely powerful guy, of course, but he’s not gargantuan, too great to be comprehended by mortal eyes. zuko was just a child when he left, but he has since grown, in many ways. and while ozai still terrifies him to his core, because how could he not, we see, as zuko sees, that he is just a man.

as the image of aang’s goals becomes clearer in his eyes, he too, learns to see ozai as just a man. in the following episode he even crafts his likeness out of noodles (“impressive, i admit”). ozai is not some fantastical godlike being. no, aang is the fantastical godlike being in question, and it’s his literal god-given right to humble that man playing god who claims that aang has no place in his world. to obscure ozai’s face is to illustrate the sheer magnitude and terror of the power he wields. and to show ozai’s face, and then over the course of a season, continually undermine him and mock that face and depict it as noodles, or pantsless, is to take away some of his power, his cultivated, dictated, arbitrary power.

the awakening is a fantastic episode as it sets up the central internal conflicts for book 3, especially for aang and zuko, but also for katara, acknowledging the weight of her grief as it culminates in “the southern raiders.” (also her waterbending progress as it’s demonstrated in that one scene is incredible, i guess being at sea helps in one’s waterbending, who’d have thunk!) it’s basically a microcosmic encapsulation of the entire season, appropriately ending on a loving gaang hug as they promise to help one another through this. the heart of the show lies in that hug. it’s a fantastic episode.

#lilith-91 #asks #analysis #aang #katara #zuko #ozai #hakoda #aang&katara #aang&zuko #katara&zuko #ozai&zuko #hakoda&katara #aang&ozai #i let this ask sit in my inbox for a while bc i knew i was gonna write a whole fucking spiel #but yeah. good episode i agree 👍🏼#also i love how say ‘every’ character but then proceed to only talk about aang katara and zuko #wym that’s not every character???

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage and The Villainess Is A Marionette (separately)

Thank you!!

(I did TVIAM in this this!)

The Villainess Is A Marionette X Reader HCs

Cayena Hill

♧ Wow!! You're dating her....you doing great in life, keep it up. She's quite a loving partner, as long as both you're or her life isn't danger, she loves to dance with you and talk with you.

♧ She often has Rezef get gifts for you, no matter whether you deny or accept them, she's going to get you anything and everything you want, on one condition, you never leave her side as her S/O, even if it gets you killed.

♧ Cayena for someone of her status really likes to do weird things, like sneak out to get flowers at 2:47 am at night because she wanted to know what they smelt like and you being you couldn't refuse her. You got caught easily, but once you told Rezef why you were sneaking the princess out, he immediately understood and let you go.

♧ You got the emperor's blessing for dating her easily, but Rezef wasn't so easy to crack, no matter what you did, he didn't like you until he saw you beat a guy up because he tried touching Cayena, you both became good friends after that. He's still scary in your opinion...

♧ She often has her hand entangled with yours, no matter where you go and if you let go of it, she starts sulking a bit and acting all sad and whimpy to get your attention back to her and considering her beauty, it's pretty easy.

♧ On the topic of her being pretty, she gets so much unwanted attention from men and jealous women alike and it really leaves her in a bad moon, so it's up-to you to protect her from creepy men who are wayyy older than her trying to hit her up or women trying to attack her gorgeous face because they're jealous, don't worry her attackers do get their punishment by Rezef, and you get awards by her kissing and cuddling you.

♧ I figured she would really like to go horse-back riding with you, she has a few horses whom she rides every week end very early in the morning, one named Sisili and one named Osci, both are you favorite and they're both just absolute darlings.

♧ She also loves going on picnics with you, and the food is all made by you both and for you both it tastes like heaven, with cakes, salads, tteokbokki, noodles, different types of meats and much much more!

Rezef Hill

☠ Wow, so you somehow pulled this psycho?? But he's hot, so it don't matter as much, now as I have stated before, either Rezef could be a total horny, sweetheart who loves to cuddle, kiss and cherish you or he could either be a horny, sadistic man who loves to fuck you while tears run down your face, no in between.

☠ Rezef often carried you around, no matter if you can walk, your legs are basically useless in Rezef's presence, but he does get tired himself and that is the only time he let's you go on your own two feet to walk.

☠ Oh, yeah. I remember that Rezef is a very possessive and obsessive person, so say bye bye to your personal space as he clings to you like his life depends on it, so he's a total koala.

☠ He's loves to cuddle with you in his lap while he does his paper-work, he doesn't care if anybody else is getting uncomfortable or jealous or annoyed cause he's comfortable and comfy with you on his lap and that's all that matters.

☠ He loves and I mean LOVES to kiss you, like after he wakes up, before he goes to sleep, between his works, in the middle of meetings, when he's jealous, when he wants to go for a bath, it don't matter because he loves to kiss you an 8 times out of 10, it ends up in a make-out session....

☠ Rezef is a very greedy person, not only in behavior for power, titles or respect, but also in your relationship, he wants you give him all of your affection and love and he will still never be bored of you, he will try hard to make you see that.

☠ Rezef is also very protective, he knows he has done wrong things and he is in no way, shape or form sorry for them, but he knows people will do anything for revenge, he is very protective and very gravely makes sure you're in completely safe hands.

☠ Rezef may not be able to spend a lot of time with you, but he tries his best to make up for it and when you both get into arguments, he may get violent, but he will very sincerely apologize for it and will do anything to earn your forgiveness.

☠ He buys you whatever you want whether it be jewelry, food, title, land, gifts, dresses/suits, servants, pets, perfumes, houses, books, whatever your desire may be, he will do his best to fulfil them.

Raffaelo Kedrey

✧ Raffaelo Kedrey is very scared of women, so it's very hard to maybe even earn his attention, but if still somehow manage, he will quite a sweetheart even from a huge distance you both need for his phobia.

✧ Raphael very much enjoys to spend time with you, whether it be you reading stories to each-other, one chapter read by you, the second will be read by him, then third by you and so on, you both sitting on the bed, a few inches apart and reading while he leans over to read alongside you.

✧ Raphael will very much enjoy sending letters to you, because well his mother's controlling tendencies will probably stop him from talking with you, but since everyone in the manor basically hates her, so nobody really cares of her order to stop Raphael from sending any letters out.

✧ He is also very much into impressing, he will do whatever you want him to, if it impresses you, he has taken up a few things because you said you find people who are able to do them very impressive and amazing people.

✧ You both very often goes horse-riding to go into the forest for bird-watching or to see animals in their natural habitat or to take time to spend with each-other, but he is very strict with the fact of your safety in the forest.

✧ you both also do something where you both send each-other letters as the person you both wish to be and as you both continue to send the letters it will turn into a story, maybe like story telling but with each other and letters <3

✧ On topic of love, jealousy goes hand in hand, he may unfazed, but on the inside he is probably planning on killing the person next to you, depends on how much he knows the person the worst punishments he plans for them.

✧ His love language just might be feeding you favourite foods, he doesn't care how extravagant or how cheap the dish is, if you're craving it it's going to be present in front of you!

✧ Overall, he's a good boi, he will very much bring you back to your home at designated time <3

#navi⌗writes⌗#the villainess is a marionette x reader #the villainess is a marionette #cayena hill x reader #rezef hill #cayena hill #raffaelo kedrey #manhwa x reader #manhwa headcanons #manhwa fanfic #character x reader #x reader #the villainess is a marionette headcanons #yandere! the villainess is a marionette x reader #the villainess is a marionette fanfics

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c-nstantine · 8 months

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Snooze

Description: Inspired by the song Snooze by SZA

Warnings: It gets kinda heated at one point, the word hoe is used

Word count: 1.0k

I can't lose when I'm with you

If you were to ask her siblings, Y/N was never to be disturbed while she was sleeping. It was like signing a death warrant to wake her. Her beauty and skincare routine required at least ten hours of sleep. However, the one person she would break the routine for was Roy Harper.

There was something about him that made Y/N crave more. They had spent hours on hours just talking. She didn't care about how late they stayed up or what they talked about but she loved spending every moment possible with him.

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

"Do you ever think it's kind of funny how we ended up together?" Roy asked as he and Y/N lay on their bed. It was particularly late and Roy had just gotten back from a mission. He rested his head on Y/N's shoulder and hugged her closely.

"What do you mean?" Y/N responded, not fully grasping the question.

"I mean you're like a model, socialite, billionaire heiress and I'm recovering drug addict vigilante with a kid," Their relationship had made Roy insecure several times. He knew that she loved him and that should've been enough but sometimes it felt like he was competing with the world.

"Technically, that makes you a DILF," Y/N joked while nudging Roy's head with her shoulder.

"Very funny," Roy replied.

"On a serious note, I wouldn't trade you or Lian for the world," She said leaning in for a kiss.

You just too important

"Y/N?" Bruce asked as Y/N was packing up her childhood room in the manor. Sure the bedspread, rug, and curtains were still there but everything that had made it Y/N's room was gone now.

"Yeah, Dad," She responded while looking through an old photo album.

"I just want to know how serious this thing with you and Roy is. I figured that you two crushes on each other as kids but I didn't know that..." If there was an award for being bad about conversing with your own children, Bruce would be the defending champion.

"We'd actually start dating?" Y/N tried to fill in the blanks in the conversation.

"Yes but not in a bad way," Bruce really should come with subtitles of what he means to say when he speaks. Perhaps, then he would be able to converse with his children without hurting their feelings.

"I've dated my fair share of people. Like a lot of people, it's what the tabloids say we have in common, but Roy is the one person I keep coming back to and I don't know why." Y/N explained to the best of her ability.

"You love him," Bruce realized.

"I do,"

Nobody do body like you do

Roy had Y/N pinned against the door as he kissed her neck. Y/N was sure that she would combust at any moment. Roy knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, and what to say to get her excited.

"You gotta be quiet, I just put Lian down for a nap," Roy whispered as Y/N let out a particularly loud moan.

"It's hard to be quiet when you do that," She whined as they moved to the bed with Roy on top. His hair fell just over his eyes but even then, Y/N could feel his gaze on her.

"I know, that's the best part," Roy Harper was nothing, if not a tease. Roy smirked as he headed further south. Kissing her hips and waist, Roy made Y/N feel loved. He knew plenty of people wanted her for the physical but he wanted her to feel cherished in the intimates with him.

I can't lose when I'm with you

"Are you gonna leave me?" Y/N asked. She hated getting attached to those that she dated because when they broke up, she was always the problem.

"Why would you think that?" Roy asked walking out of the bathroom with his toothbrush still in hand.

"I'm a lot. I'm spoiled, high maintenance, a bit of a hoe, and my brothers want to kill you when we hold hands in public," She listed out a few of the reasons why people broke up with her before.

"Yeah, but I knew what loving you was signing me up for," Roy said with a dopey smile and Y/N could only hug him in response.

I can't just snooze and miss the

moment

"I like us like this," Y/N whispered as they watched Brandy's Cinderella with Lian. Lian sat in between them on the couch while holding the popcorn.

"Like what?" Roy whispered back, his eyes leaving the TV screen.

"You, me, Lian. Our little family," Y/N responded with a smile.

"Hushhhhhh," Lian through popcorn at the both of them.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Y/N said eating some of the popcorn that was thrown at her.

You just too important

"We should get married," Y/N spoke randomly on one Friday afternoon. They weren't doing anything special. Roy was making them sandwiches for lunch and she thought at that moment there was nowhere that she would rather be than with him.

"Yeah, I brought the ring already," Roy said nonchalantly while looking for potato chips.

"Wait, are you serious?" Y/N asked while taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Asked your dad and stuff, too. I even got advice from Oliver which was a bad idea because he suggested I propose to strippers but Dinah told me to find a perfect moment," Roy was glad after a certain age he stopped listening to Oliver's advice. He swore as he got older the advice got more and more unhinged.

"Let's go, right now," Y/N said as she finished her sandwich.

"Like right now, right now?" Roy asked.

"Yeah, we'll pick up Lian from school. I'll call my siblings, Bruce and Alfred. You'll call Oliver and Dinah. The Titans, too," Y/N said picking up her phone.

"I thought you wanted a really big wedding with a ballroom gown and everything," Roy had been following her wedding Pinterest board and promised that every detail would be perfect.

"That's back when I thought I'd never get married for love. I don't care how it happens. I just want it to be you," She kissed his cheek before looking for her car keys.

Nobody do body like you do, you do

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #black!batsis #roy harper #roy harper x black!reader #roy harper x batsis #roy harper x black batsis #roy harper x spoiled!batsis #roy harper x reader #black batsis #spoiled black batsis #this is me coping #snooze #sza #snooze by sza #c-nstantine

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Karan and Achi beyond the mask

okay, so i am not okay from the last episode of Cherry Magic Thailand. i personally relate to Karan and Achi a lot, and i felt like writing something on this.

so, in ep 1, we saw Karan to be this perfect guy in the office: winning the awards, getting better oppurtunities and being a great cheerleader for everyone. but, we saw the "mask" shatter when Achi heard his thoughts.

our thoughts, which are so personal in real life and usually are so restricted to ourselves - its hard to imagine what they might get out of it. and, the fact that Karan, while being so perfect, is so mysterious and private of his feelings, really hits hard when you see him internally squealing over being so close to his crush. And, that is why, his crush made us go:

(but in a relatable sort of way...)

As we moved on from episode to episode, we are seeing the said mask get shatter every moment or as shrek goes:

and we first see that reflect once we understand how Karan feels about having those feelings for Achi. which he thinks is beyond shameful. but isn't love something we are told to cherish so fiercely? and thats where i related it with my initial feelings of being queer. societally, we have been told us much on not being gay that when you actually do feel it, it feels guilty. it feels wrong to have these feelings; its a shame to have them because its only just you who has it. (but it is not like that)

Karan, in his whole life, has only been perceived as a mask. a mask of good looks who somewhat can do the job. he's perfect, mysterious and flawless. but, unknowingly, he's very sad and tired of it. so much so that he was scared for Achi to discover that he reads manga. his life, beyond his office is comparatively lonelier.

then the incident happened. his first year of working with the company: in a meeting with his seniors to learn all about the trade. he has prepared everything, he did the research and practiced what to speak in front of the client, only for his boss to reduce him to "the junior who has good looks."

Achi noticed that and later, was the only one who saw beyond the mask at his lowest. Achi said things which made sense to him, because he understands how bad it is be reduced to that mask because Achi goes through that low self esteem every day. however his kindness doesn't let him get it to others around him. for him, he is okay to be behind the scenes, as along it makes him feel happy.

cheering up Karan wasn't something Achi did in order to get something out of Karan. he only did it because he wanted Karan to feel better. and Karan saw that.

to like someone who sees you beyond what anyone is willing to show to the outside world and doesn't demean for it, means a lot to someone like Karan. and that's why, Karan's small acts of care for Achi made sense. because Achi's small acts of kindness towards the office is so similar to what Karan does for Achi. that's why, even though Achi doesn't believe it yet, but, Karan and Achi are similar in a lot more ways than he thinks.

so when Karan gets so close to Achi, he starts feeling so so special. initially, he was so happy with this small acts, it would make his day when he could just interact with Achi. but as Karan and Achi got to know each other more, with Karan's feelings out there for Achi to know, Karan also started feeling so special to Achi, even though the uncomfort lingered around.

with Achi's mask of being the ordinary, clumsy guy as the world sees him, his esteem made him fear the love Karan gave him, as he got closer to him. but he didn't understand how his ideas of buffers actually left Karan feeling so unacknowledged of his place in Achi's life all of a sudden.

so even if Achi knew Karan's feelings way before than Karan expressed it to him, he still didn't know what to say 'cause his heart couldn't reassure him of the genuinity of the feelings he felt for Karan or Karan's feelings for him.

with that post it note, Achi figured out the sincerity of Karan's love.

and for me, that is both of them reaching out beyond their masks and come out of their comfort zones to embrace the said love.

#cherry magic thailand #karan x achi #taynew #karanachi #jace's stray thoughts into the tumblr void #it took me an hour to write and all because TAY TAWAN GOT ME IN MY FEELS #ISTG THIS MAN SHOULD NOT CRY ON SCREEN #HIM AND FIRST KANAPHAN HAVE THE CRY POWER #the power to kill anyone who made them cry - even if its their signficant other #tay tawan #new thitipoom #cherry magic th

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ilikethisacompletelynormalamount · 5 months

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Andrew Scott was the winner of The Evening Standard Theatre Award for Best Actor, for his amazing one man performance in Simon Stephens' Anton Chekhov adaptation, Vanya.

The award was presented and accepted on Andrew's behalf by Jenna Coleman, as he was unable to attend due to a conflict with promotional activities for his upcoming film All of Us Strangers.

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Transcript of Andrew Scott's acceptance speech, read by Jenna Coleman (edited slightly)

Hello everybody,

I'm really gutted that I can't be there this evening. I will never forget the experience of creating this show with these magical people.

I would like to thank Simon Stephens for his generosity, and his hilarious and devastating adaptation, and Rosanna Vize for for her extraordinary wisdom and her impeccable eye for design.

In truth I missed the company atmosphere, so I would really like to thank the stage management and crew for being so fun and patient with a saddo, lonely actor.

This was a big risk for our producers and I would like to thank Emily Vaughan-Barratt, Benjamin Lowy and all my friends at Wessex Grove for being so supportive and collaborative and inventive.

Playing these extraordinary parts was exhilarating and moving and exhausting and there is no doubt in my mind I couldn't have done it without the support and friendship and sheer kindness of our director Sam Yates. He came to the show every night and he was just a constant source of good energy, reassurance and care.

Lastly, I'd like to thank the audience who came to see the show. I'm so grateful that I get to do what I do and this experience has provided me with memories that I will cherish for the rest of my life!

So thank you Evening Standard for this wonderful honor, I am truly thrilled! Have a great celebration! Long live London theatre and theatre everywhere!

- Andrew Scott

#andrew scott #best actor #vanya #the evening standard theatre awards #simon stephens #rossana vize #sam yates #all of us strangers #jenna coleman #Youtube

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chaos-rantingandsillypoetry · 7 days

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The almost hatred.

I hate the things that are left in between.

I hate that we're stuck in the nothingness.

The almost love, the almost no contact.

The almost awkward, the almost future.

I hate that I stayed quiet.

I hate that I didn't say something that day.

I hate that I repressed my anger.

I hate that you didn't do what was right.

I hate that I have never had the strength to say something.

I hate that you still do little things that are ours.

I hate that you have little crumbs of you all over my life.

I hate that you wouldn't kiss me in that crappy station.

I hate that we buried that moment as if never happened.

I hate that you told me 20 minutes before, that we were just acquaintances.

The hug and the three seconds of longing for something more.

And that neither of us took the step.

And we played it as nothing.

You pretend so well, my love.

You should get a fucking award for this.

So you could put it amongst all of your lies.

And then I realized that we will stay in the almost...

That I will have to cherish these moments and days for myself.

All of your promises.

"I don't want you to leave Chaos... I don't know if I will, but if you do it I would hate that..."

And the question of why didn't it happen keeps lingering in my brain.

Why I must always overthink the same things?

The station, the Diet Coke, and your bloody smile live with me.

It is awful losing someone who was never yours.

I hate your poems, I hate that your last published poem has my name written in secrecy.

I hate that you still care about me, but you won't look at my face.

I hate that I won't hear you call me "Casper", "silly" and" bigheaded gal".

And that I won't refer to you as "Mr.Ego", "Darling" and "Love".

I hate that we won't be all cuddly again watching silly mems.

I hate that you don't accompany me to places.

I hate that I can't tell you that I cut her off.

I hate that we won't be in that last August lying down talking about nothing and everything.

I hate that you even made me believe that the story of us was just a story.

I hate that January's hug didn't turn into what it screamed to be.

It screamed kiss. We know that you and I, and whoever reads this.

My eyes have always shone when you were around.

Life was easier when we pretended it was nothing.

That our friendship; Was just a very special one.

I hate the weight of that stupid hug. That your hands remained as weight in my back, and that mine stayed on your neck. And that it went by a few seconds, wondering, and neither of us, made the step forward.

And that I thought, now it is. And no.

He's going to do it! He didn't.

Of course, not. Because it's easier to write about it, right poet boy?

I run away from you, right?

And you left, leaving me with the words hanging, you promised you wouldn't do it. And you did.

Do your promises have any truth?

I hate that I still feel your hands on my back.

I hate that I still care about you.

I hate that you used your friend as your replacement.

I hate that you still look for me, but don't ask about it.

I hate the last words of our last real conversation.

"What it's meant to be will be."

I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!

I hate that you still haven't returned my book.

I hate that it's a constant reminder that you still have a tiny piece of me.

And I that now, after all of this time, is when you wanna read it.

I hate that every time I listen to Taylor Swift I hear your rants.

I hate that our friends can't be in the same place with both of us.

I hate to hate.

I hate the almost kiss.

I hate the way you pulled away.

I hate that you didn't understand why I was so angry for a month.

I hate that whenever Cucu asked if it was my anger something more than just your cruel words, I lied. To protect that moment and you, from the truth.

I hate that every time I tried to go back to being close to you, you pulled away.

But yeah, your text messages were still there. It's easier to write than to feel, right poet boy?

It's easier to win awards than to accept the truth.

I hate that you are such a fucking coward.

And I hate that I still love you, to someone who's so convinced it's so hard to be loved. And I hate your stupid lies.

I hate the almost...

#girlblogging #poetry #unhinged #chaos girl and poet boy #ranting #poets on tumblr #crushing

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unofficial-book-of-quotes-tm · 2 months

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The series 4 round-up is here, but firstly I want to welcome anyone new to this blog, because there have been a fair few new folks around, so, hi! Thanks for supporting this little venture of mine and for fuelling my descent into Taskmaster Madness. I hope you'll stick around!

Overall, I enjoyed series 4 and if I were to do a list of all series I've done on this blog, it'd be somewhere in the middle; That's the short of it. Thank you, bye! See you in series 5.

Alright, now for the rambling. Series 4 is one of the rare occasions where I knew most of the cast as I was familiar with Joe Lycett, Lolly Adefope, Noel Fielding and Hugh Dennis to some extent, and over the course I've come to cherish them all (and Mel of course too). That being said, this is probably the only series where I take genuine umbrige with Greg's scoring. Most series I don't care who wins. I'm just here to be entertained and as I usually like all competitors, I don't care who wins. This time around, however, I think Noel didn't deserve the win. Who should have won in his stead? I don't know. If the scoring would have felt less favourable towards Noel, I wouldn't have minded him winning, but as it is, I do mind. I also think that Greg came down a bit harsh on Lolly a fair few times and Hugh. This series was just so strangely scored and I don't know why. But aside from the points - as I said, I don't usually care much for them anyway - I like this series. Everyone's a blast to watch. Hugh with his knives, Lolly with her naïvité, Mel with her uncorruptible positivity, Joe who becomes more and more irritated but otherwise is just adorable, and Noel's weird creativity. It's fun. I'm here for it! This time around I didn't have a competitor I liked less than the rest, and I'm glad they paired Mel and Hugh for the team tasks.

And I like to emphasise that I don't hate Noel. Usually I find him quite entertaining, and this is the only reason series 4 isn't my favourite (not counting from series 5 onwards 'cos we're not there yet, although I've watched them all). Individually, I liked all competitors, they're simply fun. Greg and Alex are great, and the tasks are a treat - although rather on the artsy side. Only because I consider Greg's scoring unfair do I not love this series as much as series 1, for example.

Addendum: When I started drafting this post in my notes, there was a long rant about the scoring - believe it or not - and I cut it down considerably, but I just wanted to give you guys an example of what I mean when I say, I find it unfair: A lot of tasks in this series are art-based and Noel is a very talented artist, not denying that, but often these tasks weren't about 'who can paint the best painting', but 'who fulfils the set parameters'. In episode 1, they're meant to draw a caricature of the person sat behind the curtain. Noel's drawing looks great, though it's not really a caricature, is it? Even Hugh's disaster meets the required parameters better (and he used colours too) than Noel's in my opinion. And every episode has one of these moments. Just to name another one: The prize task in episode 8 where they had to bring in the most cash. Greg decides to award points based on value in pound sterling. Mel's Monopoly money doesn't count extra, but Noel's made-up currency gets third place? How's that justified? And I know that a huge part of what makes Taskmaster Taskmaster is the arbitrary scoring - that Greg basically has the last word - but in other series he manages to make it seem fair nevertheless. Anyway, enough of that. I'm stoked to return to series 5!

#taskmaster: series 4 #admin and eye candy

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hi haruuu!! may i please order no.12 from the fluff prompt list? ik ur busy,, pls take ur time!!,!!<33

also, do you write nsfw? personally i dont really like nsfw,, (asexual tingz) js asking incase i need to block anything 😭😭

🫧 anon <3

hi @flabebesflowers…i don’t write nsfw as i am still a minor. i also don’t really feel comfortable writing on that subject after that. thanks for the request!!

also wasn't really sure who you wanted so i chose felix lol…

‘sugar pie, honey bunch’ l.fx

warnings - none!!

genre - fluff, idol!felix x nonidol!reader, #12 “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

series coming soon!! lol thanks for the request...

sleeping in is a rare thing for you sadly. there was always the stress of “did i forget to do something?” “there’s something i have to do tomorrow, i just know it. ahh but what was it??”.

but mornings that you’re able to be with him…oh got those felt like you were heaven. the boy of your dreams. the one and only lee felix.

on mornings that felix were there with you were also rare. due to his seriously hectic schedule, with comebacks, practice, award shows, any other kind of show etc, most of the time you would wake up to an empty side of the bed.

well too bad for past and future y/n because present y/n has the love of their life by their side. last night felix came home and the two of you played mario cart for 5 hours.

but now the two of you are laying in bed together peacefully sleeping. unfortunately felix was still on the idol sleeping schedule, so despite being tired, he woke up before you.

his eyes blinked open as he realized you were still asleep in his arms. he smiled in content, knowing you were tired from the night before. it was hard for him not to wake you up to tell you how cute you are, so he did the second best thing...

'y/n...i know youre not awake...but i hope you know how cute you are right now.'

he teased your sleeping self with his words. oh god did he want to take a picture of you. but would he risk the chance of you waking up and you teasing him about being whipped for you.

‘i hope you know that your the love of my life, and every morning i get to wake up next to you is a good one’

‘i hope you know that i never thought id be so lucky, especially not in this life time to have you in my life.’

‘i’m so fortunate to have people i care most about around me, but i really cherish the time i get to spend with you’

you started giggling and blushing at his kind and sweet words that were directed towards you and only you.

‘YOURE AWAKE?!?’

you climbed onto him and sat on his lap while he continued to lay on his pillow. he held your hips to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

‘i love you sugar pie’

‘i love you too honey bunch’

#felix fluff #stray kids felix #lee felix angst #felix imagines #lee felix #fluff felix #skz fanfic #skz #skz felix #stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids fluff #lee yongbok

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The Chikamori Legacy Chapter Two: “Grandma Yumi’s Legacy”

Forest Lawn Cemetery, Burnaby BC. Five days later

The funeral was a sombre affair marked with little pomp. It was a family burying their loved one. Yasunobu, Satoshi, his wife, Greta, or ex-wife…one wasn’t sure entirely - they kept getting divorced and separated so frequently, it wasn’t certain as to how the divvying up of their assets had unfolded - whoever was most responsible got the kid at the time and alimony was awarded accordingly - by now Haruo figured, Greta probably had 6/8ths of Satoshi’s assets as well as their kid, Torao. Yay, for marriage #4…and she was pregnant with Satoshi’s second kid)….

The rift between the Miyagawas and the Chikamori family were never more apparent than the visual at the funeral of Yumiko Miyagawa. Mayumi and her brothers along with their families stood to one side of the dug grave site, the Chikamoris to the other. Yasunobu and Fiona stood together dressed in funereal black. River and Haruo; linked arm in arm, and Torao and Bebe were holding hands; also dressed in black, facial expressions befitting the solemnity of the occasion.

Prior to the funeral, there were some questions by the teachers as to why River was heading to the funeral if they weren’t family members. It finally took Haruo going down to the school and talking to the principal mentioning that River, as a close family friend and by request of the deceased, had every right to attend that funeral and that he hoped that there would be no objections if River was pulled out of school for that day because of the last wishes of the deceased and he would take exception if River was not allowed to skip school that day for that particular event…”…so please do allow her to pick up the homework required for that day, thank you very much, Mrs. Grandich. We’ll see you on Monday…”

Mayumi was thoroughly disgruntled. The lawyer had not called her back with anything other than a date in which the reading of the Will was to take place. Yasunobu wouldn’t tell her a thing and her no-good kid was not tap-dancing to her will. She was livid and that McIrish woman (Fiona) was infuriatingly smug about the whole thing. Mayumi was just about ready to throw something because of how frustrated she was.

Yumiko was a much loved woman in the community. And she was certainly eulogized by many in the community who remembered her service to the community in volunteer work.

Unlike her daughter who preferred to get whatever money she could for even lifting her finger two cm off the surface of the table.

(author's note: What bugs me is that the Hakama is not showing up in my game

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The Buddhist priest made some references to the afterlife and reincarnation and how Yumiko had served her fellow people toiling in life so therefore she was one step closer to enlightenment and with her passing had gone on to a higher plane of existence.

Haruo had eschewed all religions and only knew that his grandmother was gone and thus not coming back. She was no longer in that body and he did not know where what made up her essence had gone to and he had no desire to find out. He would just cherish her memory.

Let those who cared about those things worry about those things. What was important to Haruo was how he was going to continue Grandma Yumiko’s legacy together with River.

Haruo’s part in the ceremony was to help Yumiko’s two sons Hidekazu and Michitake; Yasunobu (Haruo’s father), Torao and Satoshi (Yasunobu’s brother and Torao’s father) to carry her casket to the grave-site, the plot to which she would be laid to rest. And for his grandmother’s sake he was doing this only for her.

Haruo did not care for how his uncles thought about his dearest friends nor was he willing to bend from his stance objecting to how the Miyagawas had treated them both as well as looking down on his father and he as well. So there was no forgiveness now nor would there be any forthcoming. Let them stew in their own juices in the stench they fermented. Haruo was angry yet tried to keep a civil tongue for the benefit of the continued gravity of the sombre occasion. However once the ceremony was over, he intended to head back to his property. He would visit Grandmother’s grave on his own at some point as would River and her mother and quite possibly Bebe. After all, Grandma Yumiko had considered the McIrish mother and daughter as family and Haruo considered River close kin as well as Bebe who was now going steady with Torao. Both River and Bebe were going to end up as family one of these days. His resolve on staying single had melted away like a house built of ice on a hot summer day when met with Bebe and River’s logic. River had told him how much she loved him so he had no choice but to surrender to that logic. Both River and Bebe were planning on making their own trips to visit Grandma Yumiko’s grave in private since they already treated the Chikamoris as if they were already a part of the Chikamori family.

Bebe stood with Torao; River with Haruo, as the grave-side service progressed. The Buddhist priest gave a small sermon about enlightenment and how they should all strive for it. The atmosphere was tense as battle-lines were drawn between the Chikamoris and the Miyagawas. Yasunobu didn’t like either of Mayumi’s brothers and neither did Haruo. River and Bebe were starting to develop a healthy dislike of the entire family of Miyagawas as they tended to look down their noses at the Chikamori family simply because they had out-married, Satoshi to a German girl, and that Haruo was clearly dating a hakujin and Satoshi’s son, Torao, oh heavens no, the Kamisama would have vapors; was dating someone who was half-black. To the Miyagawas: it was clear that Japanese should marry Japanese. Japanese purity was at stake and all that horse-shit.

Whatever.

The Japanese-Canadian community had been fragmented since WWII so Japanese Canadians had been out-marrying en masse since 1946. And it wasn’t a matter of wanting to marry a white girl or guy; or a black girl or guy, it was whoever the heck they fell in love with that was what should dictate a relationship - hell, if one of the Chikamoris wanted to do the hokey-pokey with a plant-sim or an alien, it would be none of the Miyagawas’ goddamned business.

Most relationships between a mixed couple were healthy for the most part. Especially as far as the Canadian Nikkeijin community was concerned. And if Bebe and River wanted to marry Torao and Haruo respectively, then well, the Miyagawas could go pound sand insofar as their opinion of the matchups.

Hidekazu had even said just before the funeral, “I really don’t think you should be marrying that McIrish girl. For all you know, she could just be after your money.”

Haruo laughed in his face; “What money, that’s rich, Uncle, I’m fucking broke. You think she just wants me for my non-existent wallet?! Are you fucking kidding me?”

His uncle had sniffed haughtily, looking down his nose at River and said, “if she divorces you in an year, don’t come crawling to me.” River had wanted to cave in Hidekazu’s face but she didn’t hit old men.

At least Michitake had the sense to keep his mouth shut. And his son and daughter at least didn’t have anything to do with Haruo. Not that he was looking for a relationship of mutual acquaintance there in any case. Some relationships were toxic and it was just better all around to not associate with that particular side of the family.

Once this damned funeral was over, everyone could go their merry separate ways and not have to deal with the other family ever again. Haruo, River, Bebe and Torao were only there for Grandma Yumiko and Yasunobu (who really cared about his mother-in-law). The Miyagawas could all hang as far as Haruo was concerned.

And the next time they would all assemble would be for the reading of the Will, which according to everything he’d heard that it would not go over well with the Miyagawas when all was said and done. Haruo figured there would be some major explosions when it came to the dispensation section of the Will. Considering that Grandma had both her money and Grandpa’s money and was in sole control of those funds which was now in the hands of the executor of the Will; a lawyer who was entrusted with the particulars.

And it was particularly telling that both Fiona and River were told to be at the Reading as well. Grandma’d had a soft spot for River and wanted to see her well cared for and Fiona too for being a good family friend; as far as Grandma Yumiko was concerned, Fiona was family and she had no problems telling others that was how it was going to be. And well, that was how it was going to be since Yumiko held control over the family estate and could dictate how it was going to go down.

Yumiko had told Yasunobu, just what she thought of Mayumi’s making Haruo’s life a living hell and determined that she was not going to stand for it. Throughout Haruo’s childhood and teen years, she had made certain that Haruo and River were to come over and do their homework at her house where they wouldn’t be bothered by Mayumi pitching one of her hissy-fits.

Frankly, Haruo didn’t care about the Will; he just wished his Grandmother was still around so that he could talk to her and hear her voice again but she was now forever silent. He would only remember her words in his memory.

That thought saddened him deeply as he heard the words of the priest. His emotive gestures to Haruo were empty, This man had not known Grandma Yumiko the way Haruo had; the kind of life Grandma Yumiko had lived in service to others. What could this priest say that actually meant something regarding the dearly departed.

Finally the casket was lowered into the hole in the ground and some sacraments were said over the casket which now lay six feet underground. Haruo listened to the monotonous droning of the sutras. River had her arm tucked in Haruo’s arm with her hand in his. Bebe had an identical stance with Torao. Satoshi did not have the same relationship with Grandma Yumiko that Yasunobu did. He was just coming out to bolster his brother and be the emotional rock to lean on.

To the Miyagawa’s the presence of the Chikamoris was not wanted as Yumiko had, according to them, left the Chikamori clan and married into the Miyagawa family. It was only the fact that Yumiko’s daughter Mayumi had married Yasunobu a distant Chikamori relation that caused the Chikamoris to be present for this funeral and as such Haruo was a blood relation to Yumiko so he was supposed to be there, even if the Miyagawas didn’t want him there. Yasunobu was supporting both his wife and son as well as paying respect to a well-loved mother-in-law. So it may have burned in the craw for the Miyagawas to have to tolerate the Chikamori presence at the funeral; the Chikamori family as blood kin to Yumiko had every right to be there. And if the Miyagawas had a problem with that, they could stick it where the sun didn’t shine.

Soon enough the funeral ceremony was over and the covering of the casket with soil would begin. Each family member who was willing to take part was given a shovel with which to take the soil and pour it onto the casket. And then the diggers would finish the job. Haruo sighed deeply, holding in his emotions as he took the shovel laid it into the pile of soil, taking a heaping moundful and upending it over the casket mouthing silently “Farewell, Grandma…I miss you.” And without further fanfare, he passed the shovel to River who also took a mound of dirt and upended it into the grave that was being covered.

Mayumi was watching River with narrowed eyes as she walked past she hissed, “Pretend all you want, little girl, you’ll never be family!”

“Get over yourself!” Haruo snarled in defence of River as he stepped in between Mayumi and River. Mayumi made a motion as if to slap him and Haruo brought his arm up to block her. Yasunobu grabbed his wife’s arm to block her from completing her slap, “Get her away from River, Dad, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, OK…you go.” Yasunobu said with a look at Haruo that told him he understood all too well about what went down.

#The Chikamori Legacy #Sims 3 #TS3 #Sims 3 Legacy #River and Haruo #River McIrish #Haruo Chikamori #Bebe Hart #Torao Chikamori #Yasunobu Chikamori #Sims 3 Screenshots #Sims 3 Story #Sims 3 Simblr #Nikkei Simblr

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