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Back in Town Part 3

Part 3 (Dave) Check out Part1 (Back story) and Part2 (Megan) As noted before Disclaimer: This is my first story so please forgive any typos and Errors. This is fiction. Dave: I was starting to undress as it walked in the door. “Honey I’m home to fuck your brains out!!” I yelled. “In here honey.” I heard Megan say from the living room, My shirt was off, and I was starting to unbuckle my belt as I entered the doorway and was shocked to see a beautiful teen girl seeing next to my wife… I froze. Wait, was that the girls I saw this morning? Shit, this was the girl with the camel toe… What was she doing in my house? I in deep shit now I thought. “Oh, look who’s ready for some action!” Megan said pulling me back into the Room. “Dave this is Ali. I was her nanny when she was younger before she moved away. She is back in town now can came over to say hello and reconnect.” My Mind was racing as I tried to excuse myself to get my shirt, I had dropped somewhere. My words trailed off. “Well, I can I get a kiss first?” Megan said I walked over and Megan stood up to greet me. She was clearly not shy around Ali and I quickly relates I was defiantly in the good kind of trouble. Megan asked for a follow-up kiss but clearly had more on her mind. Before I know it she was teasing my dick thought my jeans right in front of Ali! She then turned and asked “So, is this what you wanted to learn Ali? “Yes, that was amazing” Ali said “but I can go if you guys want me too.” “Well, that will be up to you Missy.” Megan said sitting back down and placing her hand on her knee. I felt my dick straining against my jeans as Megan said “I know Dave and I are very excited to see each other, but we are ways happy to teach and eager student. Megan was sliding he thumb softly along Ali’s inner knee. “You can just watch if you like for you first lesson.” Looking up at me she asked? “Dave, do you think we can help Ali learn the finer points in life?” she reached out and grabbed by belt. My mind was racing as I watched Megan slowly tease Ali while she released my dick from its confines. As she walked thought the process of a proper cock worship, I could feel by balls building. I looked over and Ali and could tell she was enjoying the show as well. I could tell Megan was ready very worked as well. “Why am I the only one naked?” I asked as she slid her hand up by body. I look this as my time to recover slightly and pulled her shirt off. Megan then stood up and dropped her shorts. I noticed a glimmer in Ali’s eye as she did. I pushed Megan back down on the couch and noted to Ali “Megans not the only one that can tease.” She Smile and I could tell she was debating what to do next. I pulled Megan’s hand over her head and slid my hands down along her arms then neck, then started my own lightly teasing around her nipples. They came to attention in no time as I as swirled my fingers around them. I could feel her body aching for me to move further down. I gave her nip a slight tug and ask, “Now what are the rules?”

“No. Cumming. Without permission” Megan said clearly enjoying the fine edge of pain and pleasure. “This’s my Girl” I said leaning forward to letting my hard dick slide up her thigh slightly as I kissed her now tender nipples. I worked down, kissing her abs then belly button then right above the hood of her clit. I looked to Ali and ask “Do you like girls too Ali” “I.. I think so” she said looking for her words. “Well this is how you tease her and make her go crazy” I said while I teasing Megan’s inner thighs. She started to wimp with the slow buildup. I slid my fingers around her lips already wet with excitement. I spread them slightly and looked over to Ali who was struggling a little to see. “Here lets make this a better view” I said sliding Megan down then pulling her leg wide. “Ali, you can join me on the floor if you like.” She sat down next to me as I walked thought each part of the Megan’s smooth and sensitive flower. I slowly and seductively walk Ali around each part of the wet pussy. Taking my time to build the tension. Megan was growing increasingly anxious as I teased her clit. As I rubbed to top of her hood I looked at Ali “See how sensitive this part is? Even with her hood still cover our model is here is already eager to cum for us. I pressed a little harder and watched as Megan started to squirm. I pulled back she was starting to ask. “but not just yet,” as she whimpered with frustration.

I slid my finger along her wet slit and continued down and teased her tight anus as I leaned in and kissed her inner thigh working my way to her aching pussy. Sliding my tongue up her lips before hovering over her clit. Megan moaned as I finally kissed her throbbing clit. Sucked her clit in and flicking with my tongue. Megan’s moaning grew more intense “I need to.. I need… Fuckk..” she moaned trying to holding back her building relace I abruptly stopped and Megan let out an even louder whimper. Looking over at Ali she smirked and ask “Do you want to see Megan cum for us?” Ali Smiled and said, “hummm Its fun watching her squirm like that.” While reaching up and Sliding her hand along Megan’s inner knee. Megan let out a out a whisper of frustration, then moan clearly not expecting the soft touch from Ali as it slid up her legs. “Yeah I think she’s ready” Ali said as she caressed Megan’s leg. I leaned forward and give Megan’s clit another kiss as I slid 2 finger in her wet void. Then moved my thumb up to her clit. With practice, precision and rhythm Megan was writhing in no time. Her willpower was losing control as he cried out “ cumm.. Ca. can. I Cumm?” Right on queue Ali slid her hand closer and moved in to get better view. I reached up with my other hand to Grab her tender breast. “Cum for us baby. Cum for Ali!” I responded increasing the pressure on her clit as well. Looking up I watched Megan’s eye’s roll back as she released the 3 weeks tension. Her abs tightened as she the pleasure rolled over her. Pulling her legs up I could tell she this was a good Release. Her hand soon moved down to pull me way. “Oh, I don’t think you really want me to stop?” I joked. As I pulled my head way. “Now for the real sex” I said as stood up slightly, and turning Megan long was on the couch. I pushed both her lets up against her chest for her to hold. Getting into positing half on and half off I tested how sensitive she was with a few smacks of my mostly rigid cock right on her clit. She jumped and moaned with pleasure. I slid my swollen mushroom along her lips then back up to her clit for one last Smack. I then slowly slid in her wet pussy as her muscles squeezed around my shaft. “Who wow that fits all the way in?” Ali said half questioned as she adjusted for a better view. “And it feels so good!” Megan added as it started to thrust faster. I adjusted my position and picked up the pace. I looked over to Ali and noticed she was smiling from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the show. My swollen balls were starting to get tender, and I knew I would not be able to take much more. I pulled out and had Megan lean up on the end on all 4s’. Ali moved back next to me and was in the perfect position to not only to watch me started pounding her pussy and my enlarged sack pounding her clit, but also joy the watching Megans boobs move with each thrust. I was getting close and gave could tell by Megan’s moan’s she was ready too. I was thinking I was going to flip her back around and cum on her chest, but then Ali moved up and reach forward. Her small dainty hand cupped Megan’s breast and felt Megan clamp around my Shaft. Ali then shifted her weight and put her other hand on my leg. That soft delicate touch sent me over the edge. Megans moans grew louder as I thrusted faster and deeper. The delicate scent of sex filled the room as I collapsed on Megan, pulling her close to me with one final thrust. We both took a moment to catch our breath, my dick still inside. Ail was smiling and had a mischievous look on her face. Knowing how much I had unloaded I asked Ali to get a towel from the closet. We both watched her cute butt as she left the room. Ali came back in with the towel and watched closely as I pulled my now slightly soften dick out of Megan’s filled pussy. She gasped our juices flowed at first then slowed to a drip.

“So did you both orgasm?” Ali asked. “Yes” we both said in exhausted unison. "And I think you helped" I said with a wink. “I did?” Ali asked “Yes, you did” Megan response sitting up further clean up a little. “Your boob as soo pretty, they are nothing like mine” Ali said as she ran her hand up her body and started to touch them. I felt life returning to my soft dick. “Oh Sweety, yours are perfect” Megan said sliding her hand on Ali’s bare shoulder. “But you haven’t seen them.. how can you tell?” Ali asked. “Well that is good point!” realizing where Ali was trying to go, Megan played along and said “If only I could see under your shirt…humm” Megan said sliding her hand along Ali’s toned arm then back up. Pulling her closer between her legs, then, sliding a finger under each wide strap then down along her smooth skin revealing a hint of tan line. “You know this tank top is a bit thin” Megan continued as she slid each index finger down turning her hand so each thumb was hovering just over each of Ali’s Nipples. “I can almost make out your areolas” she continued move each thumb close, circle Each, of mounds. Ali let how a half moan half giggle. At the touch of her sensitive chest. Teasing Ali with more circles it was clear Ail was enjoying the attention. Her hand moved up and started to tug on her shirt clearly wanted to take it of already. Megan moved her in cupping each both breast and giving them a squeeze. She slid hand around pulled Ali in for a beautiful kiss. Ali looks like a natural I thought as I watch Megan’s hands slid under and pull off her top revealing 2 perfect little breasts. I felt my dick twitch as I watched my wife cup one of Ali’s orange size breasts, then lean in and kiss her puffy nipple. I watched waves of pleasure roll over Ali as Megan worked her tongue around the puffy areola. It did not take long before the nipples came to attention. I admired the sharp distinction between her ghostly breast and tan arms. I adjusted my posited as I watched Ali’s hand slide up Megan inner thigh. Megan was invited the touch and spread her legs wider. As Ali’s hand reached Megan's wet pussy. Megan moved up and kissed Ali again. I watched Ail’s other hand move in between her leg to adjust her tight shorts that were likely soaked by now. Megan leaned back inviting Ali’s hand to explore further. Megan was quite sensitive by now and it did not take long before she was getting close. Ali was doing surprisingly well for her first time. Her smaller hands now teased Megan’s clit, rubbing with increased speed and vigor. I couldn’t help but tease Megan and reached over pinched Megan’s nipple. Megan started to reach out for my dick to play with but slowed as she was enjoying Ail’s hand. Delaying Megan’s 3rd release for now I ask, “Is Ali gonna make you cum already?” Megan moaned as Ali continued and smiled at me. “I mean Ali is still half dressed.. Let get you but mor comfortable Ali” as I squeeze breast. “You can cum soon enough” I said smiling at Ali. “But I think Ali needs some attention.” I leaned forward and started to get behind Ali but instead she stood up. “So you think I should talk these off?” she asked, now aware she had our full attention. She slowly teased the top of her tight shorts down. I moved next to Megan so I could tease her clit as she watched to show. Megan returned the gesture as she cupped by balls then slid her hand up my growing shaft. Ali finally lowered and removed her shorts to reveal her beautiful slit. I slowed my hand as I heard Megan's breath flitter with excitement and restraint. She was trying to say something but the words were not coming out.

“My lord your beautiful” I said, admiring her prefect little body. Her tan abs were stopped by a sharp tanline, like her own body’s own bikini. I was in awe of her 2 perfect lips that hid the surprise underneath. The light caught a thin string of juice on her inner thigh. I could not hold back any further. Grabbing a pillow from the other end of the couch I got up and laid Ali down on the floor. I spread her legs to expose her stunning flower. Her beautiful lips parted slightly and glistened in the light. As before with Megan, I kissed her inner thigh and worked my way up to her now nectar-filled pussy. The intoxicating fragrance of sweet and sex filled the air and was perfectly matched by her sweet and tangy pussy. I was captivated as I licked and sucked. Teasing her clit with my tongue as I felt her moan with pleasure. Ali’s hands were running thought my short hair as she enjoyed the first of many new experiences. I was so lost in the process I jumped a little when I felt that warm moist sensation envelops my now rigid head. Megan had positioned herself under between my leg and was swirling her tongue around my head while a hand reached and teased my ball sack. The sudden stimulation had me ready in time and I did all I could to focus on Ali. I wanted to explode for both of them, but knew I need a bit longer to rebuild my supplies. I moved my tongue as deep as I could into her tasty slit then worked my way back up to her clit, sucking her clit into my mouth as flicked up and down. Ali moaned with pleasure as she tried to grasp my hair. I felt Megan release from my dick, as she moved to watch Ali enjoy her orgasm. She moved her hand up Ali’s firm abs and cupped her left breast. Ali hole body shuddered with pleasure as the waves of euphoria flushed over her. Ali’s legs were cliched by head like she was trying to pop a balloon. As I slowed my tongue, she released her legs, and moved up over her kisser her right nipple, then moved up and gave along loving kiss. Ali’s tongue entered my mouth with more force than I expected, as she clearly enjoyed herself in my kiss. Megan them moved up and joined us in 3 way kiss as she caressed Ali’s sexy body. I slid my hand down Ali’s body and over to Megan’s wet pussy. Megan returned the favor as I turned into position. Both of us on either side of sweet Ali. Megan had reached cross and grab my dick started stroking like there was no tomorrow. I kept pace with her as we brought each other to the edge. Megan pulled out of the kiss to try and hold back as Ali repositioned her hand to play with Megan’s tit. This sent Megan over the top. The smile on Ali’s and Megan's face as they locked eyes was all it needed. Ali leaned up show off to watch as I released my seed all over Ali flexed abs and chest. Ali giggled as the warm cum landed all over her. Megan wasted no time licking up the mess. First from my dick, then cleaning every drop off of Ali as she giggled. Megan then gave Ali a nice long kiss. Giving her a first hint of natures protein shake. Becoming aware of the time, we gathered Ali’s clothes and helped her get dressed. I offered to give her a ride home, but she didn’t want the grandparents to get too suspicious. Megan and I put on our robes. Watched as Ali got on her bike and ride down the road.

We'll pickup with Ali in part 4.

[puricodraws]

Here's a long post no one asked for, but I gotta get off my chest. Lots of infodumping about Kingdom Hearts and in particular the casting of it's voice talent, so strap in y'all. So something I find very interesting is the way Square/Disney has treated the character of Kairi throughout the years. She started out as a damsel character, and was hated by very vocal group in the fanbase. I myself didn't really care about Kairi any which way, I didn't find her particularly interesting and I could understand the hate for the character like... a little bit? But what's funny to me is how that perception has changed over the years. Maybe there is still a very vocal group of people hating on Kairi on some forum I'm not aware of but I feel like the general consensus on her these days is: That's our girl. We can recognize that she is a victim of bad writing and the damsel trope. She's become a bit of un underdog in my mind. Like, treat her better Square! Come on!

The issue with Kairi is that she's just a... nothing sandwich. Kairi is a sweet girl, she likes Sora, she likes to write and makes good luck charms. She's also secretly a princess and therefore has a pure heart and can do nothing wrong. She is a little bit sassy sometimes, but not too much, she cares about her friends and will jump into danger to protect them, but most of the times she is the one who needs to be protected. She's strong, but not too strong, she's sweet and easygoing, and she's boring as hell. In the games at least... She rules in the manga.

In the game she softly lowers a bottled letter to Sora in the ocean, while in the manga she tosses it in there with all her might.

In the game she sort of runs away when Axel tries to kidnap her but in the manga she THROWS HANDS at one of the nobodies who tries to capture her.

Also later in the story when she is kidnapped by Organization XIII, she actually manages to escape for a bit by wiggling through the bars of her prison cell, and then throws hands at Demyx, who is actually trying to help her out. (the manga takes some liberties with the story, it's great you should really read it if you get the chance)

Shiro Amano actually lets her put up a fight and let her actually try to escape by herself when she's captured. Watching this girl be strong and throw hands without hesitation is so so great. Shiro Amano said: Girls should be allowed to go feral once in a while, as a treat. Also I would be amiss if I didn't mention this moment with Olette:

(In the game, Olette awkwardly and weakly puts up a hand to protect Kairi when Axel shows up in Twilight Town to kidnap her, but is just ignored in the most disrespectful way.)

Anyways, back to Kairi. It's sad to say, but her original characterization is just boring. She doesn't really want anything for herself and she doesn't really have a function in the story except to wait around for the boys to pay attention to her or get kidnapped and need to be rescued. And while in recent years the writers are finally exploring her being a keyblade weilder and having her actively participate in the story, they still just can't resist damseling the poor girl, fridging her, and putting her on the sidelines while Sora and Riku take center stage. It's great to see how the fandom's perception of her has changed over the years, people are seeing how Square has been dropping the ball and are actively rooting for Kairi to get more stuff to do. Fans are creating mods of the games to make Kairi playable, are writing fanfiction exploring role reversals where Kairi is the hero and there are several notible fan comics comics that explore her character in a really interesting way.

Anyways, now to get to the actual thing I wanted to talk about: How she's casted in the English version of the games, and how the inconsistent approach to the casting feels... a little disrespectful. Having a consistent voice for a character is something I, and many others really appreciate. It shows a level of care from the creators to bring a consistent group of actors together to bring life to the world. Now, VA's being replaced in the Kingdom Hearts series is not uncommon. The series is known for casting well known actors, and actor availability and budget are problems for which recasting is the solution. For example: Billy Zane got recast as Ansem by Richard Epcar, Brittany Snow by Meaghan Martin as Namine. And then of course there are Christopher Lee, Wayne Allwine, Leonard Nimoy and Rutger Hauer, who had to be recast because they sadly passed away. (RIP, Kings)

Like, all of that makes sense. So here's the confusing situation with Kairi:

Xion and Kairi share a VA in the JP version. This is an intentional creative decision that ties into the lore of Kingdom Hearts. Risa Uchida has consistently voiced these characters in Japanese for years and does a fabulous job.

Sadly this was not the case in the English version. Hayden Panettiere originated the role of Kairi in English, but they got Alyson Stoner to voice Xion when the character debuted in 358/2 days in 2009, which was originally a DS title. Before this they also got Alyson to voice Kairi in the re:Chain of Memories dub in 2008.

These titles were likely smaller budget, which becomes pretty obvious when you look at the overall quality and presentation of the cutscenes. In Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2 the dialogue was recorded in English and the japanese lipsynch animation were redone to match the English dialogue. This was not the case in 358/2 days. The dialogue was recorded to match the japanese lip flaps, and the animation was not altered at all to marry the two together. So availability and budget could have been an issue in getting Hayden Panettiere to record for these games. At the time I also considered the possibility that Hayden simply didn't want to do it anymore. It wouldn't have suprised me, because these things happen. Take Brittany Snow for example, after KH2 she got her big break in the Pitch Perfect films, and probably became too busy to come back as Namine. From 2006-2010 Hayden starred in the popular TV series Heroes, which could have impacted her availability and desire to do KH. And with the lower budget for these projects, and where Hayden was at in her carreer at the time, it could stand to reason that she was simply not interested. I should also mention that in this time period Kairi barely got anything to do. When she did show up it would be for a couple of lines of dialogue. As for Xion, 358/2 days on the DS had around 10 or so voiced cutscenes. So the amount of voice work needed for the character was notably smaller compared to one of the numbered games. So the amount of voice work needed, budget, and availability could all have been factors to why Alyson took over for Hayden during this time.

Now don't get me wrong: Alyson is amazing and is, as far as I'm concerned, the definitive voice for Xion. She originated the role and brought so much to the table. She has a wonderful voice, is a talented actress and we have no choice but to stan.

Before long it became apparent that Alyson replacing Hayden permanently was not on the table. In 2010 Hayden reprised her role as Kairi and took over the role of Xion in the secret ending of Birth By Sleep!

So at this point it seemed that the original creative intention for these characters would be honored. Kairi and Xion should have the same voice actress, for lore reasons, and that actress should be Hayden Panetiere, who originated the role.

And wouldn't you know it, in 2012 Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance comes out for the 3DS. It's another hand held title, but the budget is lit. There is lipsynch animation for voiced cutscenes, and the amount of voiced cutscenes is comparable to KH1, KH2 and BBS. Kairi has a few appearances, but has only one line of dialogue. Same goes for Xion, while she does get a line of dialogue near the end of the game. Hayden came in to record for Kairi and Xion and it really seemed like she would be taking over the roles from Alyson.

So obviously, at this point in time it's all but confirmed that Hayden wants to work on KH, and the creative team were making an effort to consistently bring her back as Kairi and Xion. That would be a tough deal for Alyson though, was she gonna get replaced permanently as Xion? Well wait a second and I'll tell you!

So in 2013 Kingdom Hearts HD 1.5 Remix was released. It was the first in a series of HD remasters of the Kingdom Hearts series, and the collection included KH1, KH re:Chain of Memories and around 3 hours of newly made cutscenes retelling the story of the DS game 358/2 days. Days originally featured mostly textbox cutscenes. These scenes were remade from scratch and would feature newly recorded voice acting in Japanese and English. Now I don't need to get into it but... The 358/2 days cutscene "movie" is.. not very good. It's boring to watch through, which I think is to blame entirely for the way they approached it. They remade all the cutscenes true to their original appearance, but forgot that there's no action gameplay to break up hours of dialogue scenes. The pacing is bad, the action is non existent, and what's worse is that it doesn't have adjusted lipsynch animation at all. This means the English voice acting was done to match the japanese lip flaps, resulting in awkward pauses and weird deliveries of lines.

The saving grace was that Alyson Stoner was reprising her role as Xion, recording new dialogue for the cutscenes. They also reused her previously recorded dialogue for the DS cutscenes as well. So... I guess Hayden isn't taking over Xion after all? Or perhaps it was easier to get Alyson to come back, so that they could reuse some of the original voice lines from the DS version? I can't imagine that THAT would've been the deciding factor though, because there weren't that many cutscenes from the DS version that would have to be redubbed should they get Hayden back on board. It's hard to say what the reason for this was.

But I was happy to hear Alyson as Xion in the "definitive" version of the 358/2 days story. She has a pleasant voice, and she portrays Xion beautifully in my opinion.

So then KH HD 2.5 Remix comes out in 2014 and features no new Kairi/Xion content. It does feature the Final Mix version of KH2, originally released exclusively in Japan in 2007. This version had new cutscenes, which were now finally dubbed in English for the HD remaster. What's more is they they also reanimated the lip animation to match the new English voice acting! An interesting thing to mention is that at this time, Meaghan Martin had completely taken over the role of Namine, fully replacing Brittany Snow. They luckily didn't choose to redub Brittany's original lines with Meaghan. But it does result in this funny moment where following Roxas' prologue Namine's voice is suddenly different for a single scene.

Anyways, flash forward to 2017, and the release of Kingdom Hearts HD 2.8 Remix, which included a brand new title by the name of, and hold on to your wigs for this one....

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth By Sleep -A Fragmentary Passage-

This was the first look at what a next gen Kingdom Hearts title would be like. You got to play as Aqua and it was wonderful and heartbreaking and cool as hell. At the end of this game a cutscene plays where after a decade Kairi finally gets to be involved in the plot again. She is summoned by Master Yen Sid to begin her training as a keyblade weilder. And she is voiced by.... Alyson Stoner??

A few years later KH3 came out, and Alyson Stoner voices both Kairi and Xion in it. She does a great job. But it's all so confusing.

It seemed so clear that the studio's intent was to get Hayden back as Kairi, and potentially Xion as well. And KH3 was the next big budget numbered title in the franchise. The casting for this game was insane, they got the full cast of Frozen to reprise their roles. Idina Mcfreaking Menzel showed up for Kingdom Hearts! What happened to getting Hayden back? I don't get it at all. This is not to shit on Alyson at all, her Kairi is adorable, and I honestly can't imagine anybody but Alyson Stoner playing Xion. Whenever Hayden picked up the role of Xion I was excited to hear her, but it never felt quite right.

But yeah, this whole situation unfolded in the weirdest of ways. For years it seemed they were absulutely set on getting Hayden to voice these characters. Was she not available to come in for KH3? Well, to answer that question:

Apparently, Hayden wasn't even ASKED to reprise Kairi.

This could of course be a situation of her representatives getting the offer from Square/Disney and choosing not to give it to her. Which happens in Hollywood, and sucks. But there's also a very real chance that Square/Disney didn't even bother reaching out and offering it to her.

Seeing how they decided to recast Hayner, Pence and Olette in KH3, even though their actors are still working as VA's and would have likely loved reprise the roles, I'm leaning to the possibility that they simply didn't bother to reach out to Hayden.

Hell, that's what she said herself.

All in all it's an interesting series of events. It's confusing, and a bit saddening as well. I can speculate why it all happened, but who can really be sure what their reason for replacing Hayden were. Perhaps they decided to do it because they found Alyson to be a better fit for the character? I may be reading into things but there's this interview Hayden did for the release of KH2 were she talks about the recording process and how the voice directors would keep telling her to "raise her voice an octave higher and make it sound more princess like." I gotta say the way she said that irks me..... I love the way Kairi's voice sounds in KH2! Hayden has a beautiful voice, it's a bit lower and more mature sounding than your average cutie girl voice. I would have loved to hear that quality in the character moving forward. Alyson ended up doing a lighter, cuter version of Kairi in KH3. And I do enjoy how Kairi sounds in KH3. Like, it's fine, she sounds very adorable, and it's fine.

But idk man... it feels... weird. I can't help but feel as though they replaced her voice with a younger sounding one, taking away the strength and maturity of the voice that I loved so much. Effectively infantelizing her. And then of course they proceed to damsel her, fridge her, bring her back to life and put her on the sidelines for the foreseeable future.

I feel like it all ties together with how the writers see her. She's not really a main character after all, she's not a priority. After years of showing a dedication to keep her voice consistent, it was all just thrown out of the window in the end. It makes me feel like they just didn't care in the end, people would be more upset if Sora or Riku got recast, but they just assumed no one would really care about Kairi. I can't help but care though.

I just wish for a future where Kairi can become a main player in the story, and where she is allowed to grow and mature. Where she isn't used as a carrot to dangle in front of the male lead. Where she isn't kidnapped or killed off as motivation for someone else. Where she can be a girl who is not just pretty and adorable and easy going and sweet, but a girl who is strong, silly, determined and is willing to fight like hell for the things she cares about.

Where she is allowed to interact with the world around her, and discover what her place in it is. Where she can discover what she wants for herself, instead of constantly having to be something for someone else!

IDK, maybe that's too much to ask from a Kingdom Hearts game though, haha.

#long post #puri gets deep #kingdom hearts infodump #kingdom hearts #kairi #if there are any typo's in this please forgive me #tumblr is held together with scotch tape and is not loving me making such a huge post lolol #also don't take any of my feelings and speculation as facts it's just how i feel #in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter at all #and i'm sure hayden is not losing any sleep over this #but i just had to get it off my chest

[zackmartin]

KNIGHT SQUAD FIFTH ANNIVERSARY ☆ texts posts | part two

#knight squad #knight squad anniversary #knight squad day #sugar spice #tiara thief #knight squad nickelodeon #knight squad nick #nickelodeon #nick #nickelodeonedit #nickedit #knightsquadedit #daniella perkins #owen joyner #savannah lee may #lexi dibenedetto #lilimar hernandez #amarr m wooten #made by me #gifs #* #love that 90% of these are shona's alsdkjf feels fitting since they're hosting this event #sorry for exposing you like this shona LKSJDFLKSJDF #i had other (i.e. better) ideas but I didn't have the time/energy to complete them 😔 #also yes I included one of my own posts. I was right and I deserve to be in this set. I've been here since day one #please forgive any typos/mistakes in the alt IDs. I'm super tired and I've found a bunch of them. I THINK I got them all but I can't be sur #I'll double check tomorrow when I'm not super sleepy and my brain is actually like. working alskdjf

[shivunin]

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd for Maria?

Thank you for asking! This fits them beautifully 💗

(Kissing Prompts)

'Til Evening's End

(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 1,895 Words | No warnings)

Golden light spilled from every window of Hawke’s manor, reflecting on fresh snowdrifts in the courtyard beyond. Inside, the fancy crowd laughed in little clusters. Serving staff, hired for the evening, circulated with little trays of food. A discreet quartet of Ferelden musicians sat at the gallery above the library, playing soft tunes that held the strains of Hawke’s childhood. 

Hawke loved people. She loved the way they spoke to each other, the way the right sort of party brought out the more amiable side of the fine lords and ladies of Kirkwall, the way a certain sort of feeling drifted into a room of people who were enjoying good food and company. She liked presiding over such things—how funny that she should agree with her mother now, after it was far too late to tell her she’d been right in this much—and knowing that their happiness was because of her. 

But it was far too fucking hot in there. 

Hawke stepped out of the house with a swish of skirts now, breath immediately rising in a cloud before her. Orana had hurriedly draped a shawl over her bare shoulders when Hawke had darted for the back door, but she let it slip to her elbows now. How perfect the cool night felt over her flushed cheeks, how sweetly the cold air twined about her ankles; for a moment she just stood there in the night, breathing in the fresh scent of snow and listening to the echoes of the party inside. 

“Maria.”

The voice startled her—she’d neither heard nor expected him before that moment—but she was smiling even before she turned. 

“Fenris! But you said you wouldn’t be here tonight,” she stepped forward, lifting her hands to him, and let him draw her into the quieter shadows beside the kitchen wall. 

“I forgot, and came to see you,” he told her, running a hand over her arm. His nose was red with the cold, his fingers ice against her bare upper arms. “When I saw the lights, I thought I might make my way upstairs and wait.”

“Poor thing—you’re freezing,” she said, and cupped one of his hands between hers. His free hand lifted, tracing a curl back over her shoulder. 

“I do not know how you stand it,” he said. “Especially with your shoulders bare.”

“The cold?” Hawke cupped his hand between hers and exhaled warm air over it. “I don’t feel it. It’s an oven in there; I thought I might choke on the air itself if I didn’t step outside. And here—I have been soundly rewarded for it. A lovely man, skulking about my kitchen garden.”

“I was not—” Fenris began, the sentence cut off when she took a step closer and nudged his cold nose with her own. Music drifted from the windows—something cheerful, she thought. How lovely it would be to share it with him, for she hadn’t joined the fray even once tonight. 

“You ,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his, “should dance with me. We could dance.”

“It is cold,” Fenris told Maria, his eyes drifting half-closed. 

“Dancing would warm you.”

Her grip on his hand shifted slightly, drawing slightly further from their bodies. Her other hand rested lightly over the armor on his shoulder. 

“So would going inside,” he told her, his voice as quiet as hers. 

Something about snow did that, she thought—made one want to whisper. Snow had a way of swallowing sound, making one feel like one dwelled in a world of one’s own. Fenris’s hand lifted, finding her waist easily, and rested just over the curve of her hip. 

“But if you go back inside, you won’t be with me,” Maria said. 

Inside, the quartet struck up a new, slower tune. She swayed slightly, taking a step back, and Fenris stepped with her. He’d told her many times that he was not a natural dancer, but battle and other, softer activities had taught them well how to read the movement of each other’s bodies. He found the rhythm readily enough, fitting his steps to hers after only a slight hesitation. 

“One dance,” he told her, a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. 

Hawke adored the pink in his cheeks and the light snow dusting his pale hair, visible only when the ice crystals caught the light. She adored the way he sped up to match the tempo, the way his eyes wrinkled slightly at the corners when he looked at her. 

“One dance,” she agreed, “and I shall steal you the finest bottle of wine to keep you company until I can.”

“Is it stealing,” he began, and the hem of her dress scattered snow when he spun her around, “if the wine is yours?”

“I think, since the wine is mine, that I should get to decide if it’s stealing or not,” she countered, smiling broadly at him. Fenris snorted, but caught her tight against him when they turned again. 

They might have kissed in that lovely moment—with the moonlight soft over his shoulders and warm affection in his eyes—but just then, the door to the kitchens swung open with a bang. 

“Lady Hawke? Are you out here? Messere Godfrey was just telling me the most charming story about your battle with the Arishok and I thought I saw you walk in this direction…Lady Hawke?” 

As soon as her guest began to speak, the two of them darted away into the shadows beyond the kitchen, Hawke with a hand clapped over her mouth to stifle the laughter that wished to escape. Fenris left his hand on her waist, head angled to listen. 

“I could have sworn I saw her—Bea, didn’t you say she went this way?” 

Fenris pressed closer, knocking her arm away from her mouth, and she couldn’t help herself; this was a perfectly ridiculous situation, hiding away from her own party with her beau while her guests hunted through the snow to find her. She was going to laugh and give them both away. She was going to—

Fenris shook his head at her, his eyes widening slightly. Hawke bit her lip, shoulders already shaking, and would certainly have given them away if he hadn’t pressed her back against the wall and covered her mouth with his. 

“I do say, what an odd place to be gathering, ladies,” a harsher voice came from the doorway, but Maria hardly noticed it. Fenris’s mouth had been cool at first, but it warmed as it pressed against hers. What had begun as a measure of utility had very quickly slipped into a more familiar and beloved dance. 

“We were simply looking for our hostess!” One of the younger voices protested. “Mama—”

Hawke huffed with suppressed laughter and Fenris lifted a hand to the wall beside her head, angling himself more fully against her. The soft fabric of her dress caught on his breastplate, but she could not have cared less. The way he kissed her—so deeply, as if he was trying to press some hidden meaning into her skin—

“What ho,” came a fourth voice. “Quite warm in there, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” said the icy voice. “Young ladies?” 

“Yes, Mama,” the first voice sighed, and after a moment the door shut again. 

Hawke relaxed slightly, closing her eyes, and Fenris went on kissing her for several sweet minutes. He kissed her like he’d forgotten why he was doing it and didn’t especially care. He kissed her like they had all the time they could care to take, and he would have gone on doing it if he hadn’t shivered, just a little, and reminded Hawke that her lover tolerated the cold far less cheerfully than she. 

“You should go in,” she murmured against his warm mouth, and pressed her forehead to his. “Or I shall have an icicle for a beau.” 

Fenris scoffed and stole another kiss, eyes still softly closed, but he broke away a moment later. 

“Perhaps you are right,” he told her, and brushed his lips over her cheek. 

“It’s been known to happen sometimes,” she told him, closing her eyes. Fenris hummed in acknowledgement, dipping his head to kiss her bare shoulder. “If you—go on doing that, we are going to find ourselves in a rather scandalous situation.”

She could almost feel him considering it, mouth still pressed just over her collarbone, but he straightened a moment later. 

“You promised me stolen wine,” he reminded her. 

Hawke smiled at him—and thought it was a shame that he hated the cold so, for he looked beautiful in it. 

“Here,” she said, and took the shawl from her elbows to drape it over his shoulders instead. The red was shocking against his dark armor and pale hair, though it almost perfectly matched the ribbon tied around his wrist. Fenris raised a hand to hold it in place, brows lifting in silent question. 

“I’ll be right back,” she said, curling her hands in her skirts. A few moments later, she was back, a basket hanging over one arm. 

“That isn’t wine,” he said, and she pressed a hand to her chest. 

“Such accusations, messere. It is like you don’t know me at all.”

“Of course, we are perfect strangers,” Fenris said, deadpan, and extended a hand. “What have you brought me, Hawke?” 

“Wine,” she said, and laughed easily at his expression. “And food, for I am certain you’ve forgotten to eat, and something to read while you wait. I shouldn’t be long. Of course, if you’ve changed your mind…”

Fenris shook his head, but he was smiling at her in that quiet way he sometimes had, as if he hadn’t noticed he was doing it.

“Not tonight,” he told her, but stepped forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “Soon, then?”

“Soon,” she promised, and kissed each of his winter-touched cheeks. “As soon as I can shoo them all away.” 

“Don’t hurry on my account,” he told her, and stepped back with a last brush of his fingers against her cheek. “I will be fine on my own, Maria.”

“I know,” she said, and took a step back. “Nevertheless.”

Fenris inclined his head and turned away, snow caught in his hair, shoulders wrapped in her shawl, and she laughed a little at the vision he presented. A lonely wanderer, trudging long through the snow—she would spin him a tale later, she decided as she watched him go. It wasn’t until he slipped away to the back stair that Hawke turned back to her party and the guests that still waited for her. 

It was warm in her room. He didn’t need her to rescue him from the cold or solitude. Fenris would be comfortable and entertained enough, if he did not fall asleep while he waited. He didn’t need her to hurry on his behalf. It was part of the reason why—with a house full of people who might place demands on her attention or time—she wanted to follow him immediately. 

There was no reason to rush. She knew he would wait, patient as a mountain in a snowstorm, for her to make her way to him again. Even so—if the party ended slightly earlier than intended, she was the only one who needed to know the cause.

And the only one who knew how warm his arms were when she made her way to him at last.

#maria hawke #fenris #fenhawke #fic #shivunin scrivening #please forgive any typos i am pleasantly tipsy c: #i usually give it one last pass but i am far too sleepy #but to me fenris is not a fan of big parties #i think he hangs out upstairs and helps hawke out of her fancy dresses while she gives him the highlights at the end of the night #and he gets the comfort of knowing he's nearby if one of her guests tries to stab her #and also to sit with books and food and such in a room that's comfortable and not horribly drafty #which i imagine is a crucial improvement in the winter when it's so cold

[fluffypotatey]

While i do think shadowpeach never actually fell out of love despite everything (well at least macaque definitely) , what do you think their reaction would be when they realized they no longer loved the other? Cause i do feel a small part of them would feel grief about something they had and treasured for so long

And to keep from being too sad, what is their reaction at inevitably falling back in love. That i think would involved lots of cursing at the gods and tearing out hair

anon, i just want to let you know that i did prepare an answer for you, and it was a lengthy one as well. but last night the internet for my house wasn’t working, so when i hit post, my screen froze and couldn’t refresh until this morning, making me lose everything i wrote T^T BUT! i will do my best to reanswer this to the best of my abilities (and it was a good fucking answer too 🫠)

thus:

so, ignoring my gut reaction (which is me shouting, “impossible! those monkeys are too attached to lose feelings!”) I will consider the following but have my own spin to it! meaning, that while both believe they’re live for the other faded away, it in fact was dormant this whole time! (because i am incapable of seeing a world where either or both idiots fall out of love for the other)

also, fun tidbit: both idiots believe the other fell out of love first which then prompts them into trying to ignore and bury their affections bc if “X can easily set aside their centuries old relationship, then so can I!”

with Wukong, the guy has more time to truly process the grief and loss bc he actually has the time and companions to help him out. you have Ao Lie and Wukong cuddling more, Wukong crying to Guanyin (bc their relationship is fun in JTTW and I am still holding out for lmk to give us another cameo or glimpse of her, lmk please—) with her walking Wukong through the grief and his own pain, and parallel play with Tripitaka (the play being Tripitaka mediates while Wukong practices his forms/showing off his forms to his master) as well as Tripitaka providing more insight about grief

with Macky, i can see him starting that grief after his death. so like, post-resurrection either before s1 or at some point during the show (but NOT s3 or 4) like, after the angry and bitterness, Macky feels hollow and believes that to mean he’s lost those old feelings of love. and at this point, Macky would think he’d be relieved because finally! he is rid of Wukong not just as a friend, but also, Wukong’s hold is gone, but it isn’t relief he feels from that realization, but grief and loss. and because he still isn’t emotionally stable and is hell-bent on revenge, he takes that grief and fuels it to his anger for killing Wukong because maybe then the relief will come.

i do think that in s4, Macky was starting to process his own grief and feelings and death in a sort of healthy way, so he might have come to some indifference about Wukong, still believing he has begun to feel nothing for his old friend until he goes into the memory scroll (but he could chalk that up to nostalgia)

anyway, as for rekindling: slow burn 2.0 lmaoooooo

maybe it’s simply because i am a sucker for slow burns, but I highly doubt Sun Wukong and Macky would be able to go back to being lovers or whatever they had going on pre-war on Heaven because they’re fucking stupid when it comes to actually interacting with each other. communication who???? they don’t know her!!! catch them falling into old habits without knowing but never acknowledging it and leading to confused feelings 💅✨

also, s5 please let them be petty exes to each other!!! petty as in minor offenses, as in one of them stole the other’s clothes and is lying to the guy’s face whilst wearing said stolen clothes. they should go from “ugh, i guess we can work together……for MK” to “ugh, fuck not again!!!” to “I know they only see me as an acquaintance/ally for MK, but I have started to see them once again as someone I want to hold forever and why am I pining for this idiot again I should know better—”

in conclusion, i cheated and gave myself a win-win scenario with your question. but reactions to realizing the fell out of love: Wukong’s would be one where he tries to isolate but his friend never allow him to, and Macky is one with angry screaming bc he’s sO stable.

#happy and pleased i still have a lengthy and well-thought answer 🤧 #anon i am so sorry my previous answer is gone forever T^T it had more shouting and me being restrained by my judge #alas #also y’all anon’s love giving me the most antiestrés shadowpeach shit #not mad at all #just perplexed #you kill Wukong ONE time in your fics #but it was fun :3 #lmk #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #forgive me for any typos I wrote this in my car

[jhilsara]

It's totally up to you if you want to put up the notes! I think it would be cool but no pressure. Same anon who asked about Tie me to You <3

Also, do you plan on doing Sam's route since he's cannon? You may have already established this but I don't remember.

I've actually been waiting for someone to ask n*v*

Putting it under a read more, but fair warning this is probably filled with typos. It's also not finished, but I'm still working it and anything can change.

I'm writing for Sam's romance, cause I'm bias and it's canon. :p

SMtO- rewrite/AU

This first half is what I have written for Chapter 3.

3. 

Mika feels like a train hit her when she wakes up. She’s groggy and her heads fuzzy. She opens her eyes and is confused she isn’t in her bedroom. She realizes she’s in her grandfather’s room and the events from yesterday hit her hard and fast.  

The funeral, the lawyers, her father…how her father hit her. She remembers falling asleep on the couch after coming in but she doesn’t remember going to the bedroom.  

She must have just woken up in the middle of night, probably after that strange stress induced dream. 

She rubs her forehead and pulls her hair back, she’s still thinking about the dream. Why would she dream about five strange men who were sex demons? It’s so out of left field. It felt so real too.  

She tries to will it away from her head, as she flops back down onto the bed. As she stares up at the ceiling she does realize she’s in her grandfather’s room…with all of his possessions and clothes. 

God, the bed hasn’t even been changed probably from when he last slept in it.  

Tears are brimming at the edge of Mika’s eyes. She’s so tired of crying. The emptiness in her heart overwhelms her. She stares at the ceiling fan above her head spin and tries to not think about the missing piece she feels in her heart. She tries to go back to sleep.  

Then a soft knocking at her door has her rapt attention. Mika’s eyes are wide as she looks towards the door and her heart beats wildly in fear.  

“Can I come in?” a soft male voice comes from the other side of the door. 

She panics for a moment her body seizes up. The men from her dream were not a dream at all. It was real, and a demon was at her door… a very polite demon.  

She doesn’t know what to do as her brain runs through a million different scenarios.  

“I’m not going to use my powers, I just wanted you to know we’ve made breakfast for you.” He tells her softly.  

She releases a breath she was holding in before letting her guard down, “Come in.”  

The door slowly cracks open and Damien peaks his head in and keeps a respectable distance away from her.  

Her brain is running different questions through her head. She doesn’t even know which one to ask first. Or if she should at all.  

Before she can keep spiraling in her head Damien speaks up, “I can answer all of your questions. Everything last night was real and we are incubi. We will not use our powers on you again, it was uncalled for last night. I can unfortunately read minds and that doesn’t turn off. I wish it did. We all went to our rooms after putting you to bed. The entryway has been cleaned and there is no more blood. If you want us too, we will leave.”  

Damien’s is soft-spoken but clear and direct in his words. Mika appreciates it.  

He just unloaded a lot of information for her and she sits in the bed, playing with the covers, trying to process it all. Damien waits by the door patiently, knowing that she’s in deep thought. 

She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, “I… against my better judgement, want you guys to stay here. I don’t want to change that my grandpa gave you a home. I’ll stand by his choices, but I need everyone to take care of this place. Chores and jobs. Like help for paying any bills and groceries. Also, if powers get used I need to be warned and absolutely no more kissing me without my explicit consent. I don’t like feeling that I don’t have a choice with my body.”  

She’s clutches the bedding so tight her knuckles are white as she tells him this. She doesn’t know how he’ll react and that’s scary enough.  

“We can do that.” He tells her in a soft voice.  

She just nods to him in acknowledgement.  

“If you want, we made breakfast. If not feel free to come downstairs when you like. We can sit together for lunch to go over your expectations for us.”  

She gives him a small smile and Damien leaves her be.  

Mika doesn’t get up to go eat, instead just stays in bed. She also wants to crawl out of the bed because it feels gross to her mentally. It makes her stomach churn.  

She can’t look around the room without knowing all of his belongings surround her.  

She squeezes her eyes shut trying to block out the heavy thoughts. Her heads pounding and all she wants to do is sleep.  

Mika goes in and out of consciousness for an unmeasurable amount of time. It’s not a refreshing sleep. She tosses and turns and finds herself waking up from nightmares that have her sobbing.  

The noises she makes are gut wrenching.  

When she finally decides its time to crawl out it’s roughly one in the afternoon. Dragging herself into the bathroom to shower takes a lot of her little energy.  

When she finally makes it downstairs she hears murmurs of conversations. 

It's dinner and they are all in the dinning room and it’s a w k w a r d. 

Damien leads them in  the right direction.  

“So, if we’re all going to live together we need house rules. MC owns the home know so she should set her boundaries first.”  Erik Matthew, and Damien give her their full attention. Sam and James couldn’t side eye her more.  “I’m asking for very little. Before we get into living together I need to know why you all were covered in blood and beaten to hell.”  Boys all side eye each other.  “We were on our way back here and some, unsavory territorial devils found us. We were already running low on energy.” James  She just assumes they mean other demons-not understanding devils are different. Or assuming James is using a turn of phrase.   “They won’t try to find you, will they?” MC  “If they did we’ll kill them.” Sam grunts   Damien sighs, “This home is protected and so are you. Don’t worry about it.”   “Okay…well besides that, right now, I’m just trying to adjust to the house and grandpas passing…I just want help around the house with chores and that you guys have jobs to help with the house. I’m getting my degree right now and working part time too. I would like everyone to contribute. I would also like not having incubus powers being used on me or I will throw you out the god damn window.”   Erik who was on edge with her at first. Drops his guard for a moment. “That seems reasonable. Most of us are used to doing work around the house for your Grandpa.”  Sam just stays quiet arms crossed as the other brother nod in agreement.   “Okay…What about you guys? You’ve been here for a while is there anything you don’t want me or that you need me to do?” MC  Sam quirks his brow   “Stay out of our rooms. We will never enter yours unless you ask us to so please respect that as well for us.” James  “What will you do around the house if we have chores?” Sam   “I thought we could just make a chore chart and we can pick at least one we like.” MC  “Oh! I love that idea! I hate doing the laundry but can-do dishes all day long.” Matthew  “Okay then let’s make a chart and we’ll all have chores. We can all go grocery shopping together too if you want. I know the fridge is pretty empty right now.” Damien   Sam scoffs but his stomach growls in protest  MC cracks a smile for the first time  “Yea we should do that. Grandpa had a minivan that can fit all of us. I’m driving though.”  

First week goes by with little events in the home. MC going to school, work and home.  

She interacts the most with Damien and Matthew. Erik, James, and Sam keep their distance. Air of distrust.  

The interactions she has had with either 3 boys haven’t been… great. 

Erik gave her less then stellar critics on her doing laundry. Demanding he handle the more delicate items.  

James half the time is in her grandfathers’ private study or cooking. She doesn’t want to disturb him but she needs in that study. She has to go through some of her grandpas’ stuff. She doesn’t want to do that with James there though.  

The last time she paced by the room to check if he was still there he called her out.  

Sam is… the most evasive one. She doesn’t see him a lot. She thinks she saw him sneaking onto the roof once. So, he probably hides up there.  

When she does interact with him it’s always setting off a bomb.  

She ran into him, literally, as he was coming around the corner. Making her drop what she had in her hands.   He helped her pick it up but not without commentary.  “Watch where you’re going. What a klutz. Humans are so oblivious.”   “…You also didn’t see me.”   Sam glares at him and shoves her belongings in her hands and storms off.  

He also glares at her… a lot. When they have dinners or lunches together he tends to either selectively only talk to his brothers, or glare at her.  

Damien said to not worry about it… she doesn’t know if she should believe that or not. 

Most of the boys are out of the house and Erik comes across MC cleaning some of her grandfathers’ things in the study. She’s crying. 

He bristles… He’s been cold to her so he’s not sure how to comfort her. But his mother hen personality steps in.   He knocks before he enters, so he doesn’t scare her.   “You okay love?” He asks and gets eye level with her like he would a child.   She’s at the desk with scrapbooks and journals spread out.   She just shakes her head no. She can’t talk. Her body is shaking.   “Can I hug you? So, you’ll calm down to talk.” He asks her.  She nods yes and grips onto him. Sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs circles into her back. Now he feels like a dick for the past week.  Once she calms down she talks to him.   She’s rubbing at her eyes aggressively, “Sorry- I just. I didn’t expect going through his stuff to be this hard.”   He pats her back and looks at the items on the table.   It’s filled with scrapbooks of her as a kid and personal journal from Howard describing his estranged relationship with his own son and now granddaughter.   There’s also notes on his magic.   “Do you want to talk about it?” Erik  “He… he really really loved me. My dad,” she chokes for a second. “My dad’s not great. He hated grandpa. Kept me away for a long time until I could drive myself and just started visiting him. He was so excited for me to come around.”   “He talked about you a lot. Howard did.”   She looks up at Erik tearing up again.   “He would brag on you, like all the time.” He laughs, “I think he wanted to introduce us to you but couldn’t find a way to explain the 5 of us living with him.”  She nods.  “I just,” she sighs. “I just thought I’d get more time with him. I don’t understand what half of this stuff is and I know he would have told me eventually about magic and what he knows. I just… I have to figure this all out on my own now.”   “Not alone. We’ll help you.” Erik  She scoffs. “Yeah well Damien, Matthew, and you will. I don’t think James or Sam are fond of me at all, or even my existence.” She pulls her hair back.  Erik sighs, “They aren’t- well, we aren’t used to humans. None the less humans who seem to carry empathy.”  “The demon worlds not like that?”   He bristles, “It is. It’s different. Our lives, our father… well he’s a real monster.”   MC doesn’t pry but is insanely curious.   “We left a terrible place where people always were trying to use one of us to gain power. So, we’ve all acclimated to distrusting people first. Your grandfather was a first. He talked about you a lot but none of us had met you. So, you’re this odd bridge between us and Howard… but no one knows how to navigate it.” Erik  “You guys feel like that. You knew my grandpa… and I, I didn’t really get to.”   “It’s not your fault though. I think that’s were James and Sam are confused. They assume you never wanted to be around Howard. I did too… but this-” he gestures at her looking through everything. “It’s evident you care.”  Erik  “Is that why James has been territorial over this room?”   He laughs, “Probably. I’ll talk to him. Sam’s a different story though. He’s like a hit dog. He’ll bite you before he realizes your safe.” Erik  She slumps a little. “Gee that sounds great.”   “You’ve already met his energy… just keep doing what you’re doing. He’ll come around.” Erik 

After the interaction with Erik, James observes her. She can feel his critical eye and it puts her on edge. He hasn’t talked to her much and this behavior lasts a week. 

She’ll be lounging on the couch, on her phone, looking through her grandpas’ photobooks, and she just feels the calculating stare from a distance.  

Surprisingly Sam points it out during dinner one night. 

“James stop creeping her out. Staring her down won’t tell you everything you need to know. It’s weird.” Sam   “Oh, and you’re not constantly glaring?” James  “… that’s my resting face dick.” Sam  “…” Mc awkwardly acting like she can’t hear them whisper fighting.  “Why don’t you both just talk to her?” Erik   “…” “…” 

James finally talks to her, while she’s gardening.  

He sits next to her outside and puts on some gloves to help.   “Sorry about… well behaving like I have.” James  She quirks a brow, “Oh? What changed?”   “Erik told me about you in the study. It’s clear you’re grieving like we are. It was just overwhelming and out of our control with Howard dying and then you showing up.” James  “Well, to be honest I wasn’t planning to live here for a while. Or go through Grandpa’s things so soon.” She pulls a weed aggressively.   “What happened if you don’t mind me asking?” James  She sighs and pulls aggressively again, “My dad’s a dick. He was mad that Grandpa left me everything…including the company. Which, he always said it was the plan for me to go into the family business.” She scoffs. “The second he hears that he gets nothing from a man he never even talked too! I’m the bad guy!” She stops pulling weeds and rubs her face. “He made us bury grandpa almost immediately and had the shortest funeral service. Then when his attorney came and told us he left me everything, he got so mad. We got into a yelling match and he hit me. So, I left.” MC  “He hit you?” James   She can feel the spike in anger from him.   She just nods and goes back to trying to plant her bulbs.   “…I don’t know a lot about your family. I just know Howard always talked about you. Your father sounds like a foul man, and if he can’t see he made this hole he’s in, you’re better off without him.” James tells her.   “Thanks… I just- I don’t even know if I want this company. I’m getting a business degree but I don’t want one. I hate it…”   “What do you think your grandfather would tell you?” James   She sighs, “I know what he would tell me. He wants me to follow my heart… I don’t even know what my heart wants.”   James smiles, “What a very Howard thing to say.”   She laughs, “Yea just like him huh?”   “You don’t need to know what your heart wants yet. If you know you don’t want the company then don’t take it. You have time to figure out your life.” James  “If I don’t take it my dad will flip. It would also go to him, but he wants to keep it in the family. Our legacy. I can’t escape it.”   “…What if I did it?” James  She eyes him. “Really?”   “Howard talked to be about it all the time. Honestly human work sounds so much easier than what I was doing before. You also have let me and brothers keep our lives in this home. It’s a way I can give back to you and him. I can take care of your grandfathers’ legacy.” James   She sighs, “I’d actually love nothing more than to do that… We’d have to go through a process though. And announcement.”   “We can do that. It doesn’t have to be now. When do they expect you in the office?” James asks.  “After I graduate in a month…”   “Then we’ll do it before graduation.” James   “What do I do though? I’m just gonna have a business degree I don’t want…” MC  “You could-” James gently grabs a bulb to plant next to hers, “look at majors at your school that interest you. Get a different degree, something you like.”   “… I did get great scholarships for this degree. I don’t have a big student loan. I only had to take out $10,000.” She hums in thought.   “Don’t worry about the money. Your grandfather left you a lot and I can pay for it. Just find something you think your grandfather would know you’re happy with.” James  Her eyebrows raise. “Why would you do that for me?”   He shrugs, “I’m repaying my debts… besides, it’s what Harold would want for you.”   She turns her head away rubbing tears away, “Thank you James.”  

She’s bonded with all the boys in one way, except Sam.  

Like I said it's just notes for where I want to go with it. If you want more please let me know I will happily provide it. n*v*

#ask #seduce me otome #seduce me sam #seduce me fanfiction #Please forgive any typos I haven't looked at this half of my doc in mONTHS

[oh-bonerline]

Kiss prompts? Don't mind if I do.

How about 9 (…in public) or 22 (…in a rush of adrenaline).

Okay! I kind of rolled both into one! And I set it after tonight's show with "People" and Matty's shirt getting completely destroyed. Hope you enjoy!

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With the song still shaking his bones, the crowd still ringing in his ears, his shirt still tattered and (just barely) hanging from his shoulders, he comes off stage. His lungs ache. His throat is raw. He tastes blood in his mouth. He does this day in and day out, goes out there and pours most of himself out on the stage. But something about performing “People” always makes him feel young again, alive again, awake again. There is something primal about it. Something cathartic and cleansing, unfettered and wild. 

He isn’t looking where he’s going. He isn’t paying attention to much of anything. He’s a little bit blinded by the stage lights and more than a little bit deaf. So he walks right into something firm and big and warm.

He walks right into a pair of arms that are strong and hold him up and pull him in. He walks right into a mouth that presses against his and is somehow insistent and gentle and desperate and restrained, all at the same time. He walks right into Ross and they kiss without thinking about it. They kiss like two kids at a hardcore show, still feeling the bass and drums in their fucking brain stems, rewiring them, making them hungry for each other, even as the band walks off and the house lights come on. 

They kiss like they used to sometimes after their early gigs. When the crowds were smaller but the energy was huge. When all of the songs were new. When every gig was their best yet. When fame was something strange and novel to them. When there were girls waiting outside for them, waiting for him mostly, and Ross would pull him off stage and into the van or into the toilets and kiss him like he was laying claim to Matty. He would say, “I wanted you first,” with Matty’s face in his hands and Matty’s spit on his bottom lip. And Matty would nod dumbly, not at all sure what he really wanted. He just wanted to be kissed again, to be kissed by Ross again. 

Ross is tearing the rest of his shirt off of him. The sound of the silk ripping makes Matty bite down hard on Ross’ bottom lip, his tongue coming out quickly to soothe it. Ross’ hands grasp and pull until the shirt falls away, leaving all of Matty’s skin exposed. Matty’s hands go up to Ross’ hair, pulling it out of its already loose bun and pushing his fingers through it. The sound Ross makes when he pulls hard on his hair makes Matty arch his body closer and deepen a kiss that he thought was already as deep as it could get. He should know by now: There is always deeper, always closer, always more with Ross.

They pull apart for a second. Ross has the shirt in his hands–nothing but a very expensive ball of fabric at this point–and he’s looking at Matty with his lips parted and red where Matty’s teeth had been. His chin burns from Ross’ beard and he has the sudden urge to shove the shirt in his mouth and fuck him right here, right now. 

Instead he takes the shirt from Ross’ hands and lets it fall to the ground. He kisses Ross again–a messy kiss with mouths open and teeth knocking. Everything misaligned and desperately seeking. His tongue licking at Ross’ beard until it finds the heat of his mouth. Once their mouths and bodies are lined up exactly right, they stay there, pressing and pressing. He wants to scream into Ross’ mouth, but he doesn’t have the voice for it now so he hums and grips Ross’ shirt like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. And Ross has his hands on Matty’s back, callused fingers on his spine, trailing up to his neck, into his curls, and back down again where they disappear beneath the waistband of his pants. Matty gives a small, hoarse groan when one of Ross’ fingers dips even lower, but then Ross’ hand is retreating, going back up again and coming to rest on his waist. 

Matty decides to keep kissing Ross until the thrumming in his body calms down. Until things go quiet and he can see again and hear again and stand on his own again. Never mind that kissing Ross has added an entirely new layer of thrumming to his body. Never mind that kissing Ross has made his legs impossibly weak and incapable of holding him up at all. Maybe he’ll just never stop kissing Ross. Maybe he shouldn’t have to. 

It doesn’t occur to either of them that they aren’t hidden away in the toilet or the long gone van or anywhere else now. They’re off to the side and halfway behind some equipment but they aren’t really hiding at all. There are various festival workers walking around them, politely averting their eyes. There is Hann looking at his phone and then up at them and then back at his phone as he goes about his own business. There are still fans out there on the field, coming down from their own highs. 

Nothing occurs to either of them except for their mouths and bodies. Except for the singular, present moment. And then the next one. The now and the now and the now.

#asks #kiss prompts #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #ross macdonald rpf #matty and ross #fic #mostly unedited so forgive me for any typos please

[squorttle-pox]

should've probably put propaganda for these, whoops 😬🤭

#personal fav are mollusks 💜 #had to fight myself not to include ctenopnora or rotifera #phylum #phyla #annelids #anthropods #chordates #cnidarians #echinoderms #molluscs #or #mollusk #if ur american ig #nematodes #platyhelminthes #porifera #sponges #animal phyla #polls #tumblr polls #reblog for a bigger sample size #please #science #animals #please forgive me any typos

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

The Romance of Anonymity

Part 2/2

@polyshipweek 2023 prompt day 3 - Bed Sharing

I have nothing much to say about this one other than the fact that finishing this puts me officially at 12,058 words written for these first three prompts for the week. I just started writing it all this weekend...I'm very sleepy haha.

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Their final stop on this outbound leg of the trip, before they turn back towards home, is a Super 8 just off of route 212. Meng Yao draws the short straw so he gets out of the car and pauses to stretch his arms high above his head, even going up on his toes to elongate his spine as much as possible. (Is he possibly doing it partly to make his enormous boyfriends jealous that they can’t get out to stretch yet? Yes, absolutely yes.)

When he’s given up on getting the perpetual tight spot at the base of his spine to pop for now, he drops his arms with a huff and heads into the motel lobby that smells like all motel lobbies do – a little bit like floor cleaner, a little bit like cigarette smoke, and a lot like stale air that way too many people have breathed first.

He asks the bored looking teenager behind the counter for a room for two nights, and he smiles pleasantly in the face of her bright pink bubblegum expanding, expanding, popping before she turns a bored look down to the check-in book, her ballpoint pen waggling manically between her thumb and forefinger.

“All we’ve got’s the honeymoon suite,” she tells him around her chomping. “Tourist season, you know?”

“Yes,” he commiserates, because if there’s anything he understands it’s the pain of menial retail work, even if he doesn’t understand why the Super 8 has a honeymoon suite. “That’s fine, I’ll take it.”

The girl – Amanda, according to her scuffed up nametag – nods and blows another bubble as she reaches for the key. She runs through the usual gamut of questions to check him in, informs him of the check-out time two mornings from now and the existence of a continental breakfast at 8:30 in the morning that Meng Yao desperately hopes they won’t need to subject themselves to, and then he’s heading back out to the lot with the key and a smirk on his lips that his boyfriends clock the second he gets back in the car.

“What are you so happy about?” Mingjue asks him, already smirking as well just in anticipation. Meng Yao leans forward over the seat to bat his eyes at Xichen behind the wheel, dangling the rather unremarkable key off the tip of his finger with a little jingle.

“Er-ge,” he purrs, “Will you please drive us around the back of the building to the honeymoon suite?”

Mingjue’s deep belly-laughter is music to his ears as Lan Xichen turns a brilliant shade of sunset pink and buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with his own laughter as well.

“A-Yao if you walked in that lobby and asked for this we’re stopping in Vegas on the way home,” Mingjue tells him when they’ve finished hauling all of their luggage inside for their luxurious two nights in the same place. Xichen’s currently stuck staring in dreamy-eyed awe at the king-sized bed (thankfully bed-shaped and not heart-shaped as Meng Yao had half-feared) that they’ll be sharing, so Meng Yao leaves him to it and sets about digging around for his toiletries.

“Much though I’d like to see this strange new impulsivity of yours play out, no, I did not walk in and ask for this room. It’s the only one left, apparently the motel’s packed with tourists.”

“I sincerely hope we aren’t sharing a wall with a young family,” Xichen pipes up, his voice a little muffled from the way he’s still covering both of his cheeks with his hands, his face smooshed up between his own palms. “Their children may require The Talk a little prematurely.”

“Occupational hazard when staying in cheap motels, I suppose. But no, ge, we have a supply closet on one side and the laundry on the other, I checked as we were coming in,” Meng Yao tells him. “Probably for the best considering what the room is for.”

Mingjue wrinkles his nose a little at that and spares the bed a dubious glance.

“Oh god how many people do you think –”

“Absolutely do not under any circumstances finish that thought,” Meng Yao warns him with an admonishing finger pointed straight at his face. “You do not want to know the answer, and I would like to get laid tonight.”

“You say that like you haven’t already gotten some every night this trip, including the one we spent in the car.”

“I’ll do it either way, A-Yao, I don’t care,” Xichen offers; Meng Yao snorts and shares an indulgent look with Mingjue.

“We know, er-ge. Your willingness has never once been in question.”

“And there’s a very good reason for that, sweetheart, have you seen both of you?”

“I swear I had no idea being cooped up in a car with us for a week would make him so horny,” Mingjue mutters out of the corner of his mouth. “When we get home I’m sticking him in the Jiangs’ big fridge at Lotus Pier for at least a full day.”

Meng Yao raises a brow at Mingjue and makes a point to drift a little closer to where Xichen is still making googly eyes at the bed. “Speak for yourself, I’m thoroughly enjoying horny Xichen. You’re just ungrateful.”

On cue, Xichen reaches out to reel him in with an arm around his waist and a smile pressed into his hair that makes Mingjue roll his eyes at them before clearly giving them up for a lost cause, considering he turns to dig around in his own suitcase for his toiletries.

“Fine, fine, I’m going to go take a shower and you two enjoying being gross together out here.”

“Are you doubting the shared showering capabilities of the Super 8 Motel’s honeymoon suite, Mingjue?” Meng Yao teases to feel Xichen laugh against the side of his head, to see Mingjue tilt his head back to stare up at the ceiling for a long moment in an attempt to pretend like he isn’t smiling too.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I am. We won’t die if we take turns one at a time tonight.”

Meng Yao shrugs and settles into Xichen’s arm with a happy sigh, pleased to have his steady, tight warmth wrapped around him to counteract the way he feels like he’s still kind of in a moving car after so many hours and days on the road.

“You’re tense, A-Yao,” Xichen murmurs in his ear as Mingjue disappears into the bathroom. “Want a massage?”

“I should be offering you that, you drove most of today. Tradesies?”

“Mmm deal.”

By the time Mingjue comes back out of the bathroom smelling like home (now that they have the time to bother with breaking out their own soap rather than using what’s provided) and wrapped up in nothing more than a scratchy little too-small towel, Meng Yao is laying between Xichen’s thighs with his face buried in his boyfriend’s stomach and arms around his waist while Xichen scritches through his hair and occasionally dips down to rub his shoulders. (Meng Yao feels like he could start purring any second he’s so content.) When the massive bed barely dips under Mingjue’s weight, Meng Yao reaches blindly for him until he can lace their hands together and bring Mingjue’s hand to his mouth to kiss his knuckles before he just…holds his hand right there, knuckles pressed to lips as he breathes in the steam-sticky air.

They ate dinner out earlier, a long stop at a steakhouse on their route, and so there’s nothing pressing to do now that they’re in for the night except…exist. Meng Yao drifts happily through lazy lassitude and feels it like a barometric change as Xichen and Mingjue both lose the keyed up energy of the road in favor of the same sleepy sort of heaviness dragging at him. He isn’t tired, he isn’t in danger of falling asleep, but it’s been a long week (it’s been so good, but so draining), and he knows Mingjue and Xichen feel the same. It’s nice, then, to lay together like this knowing that they don’t have to go anywhere in the morning if they don’t want to, and there’s nothing else for them to do tonight.

(Xichen called Lan Qiren last night to reassure him they haven’t died on the road, and then Mingjue called Nie Huaisang to make sure he hasn’t died on his own in their house. Meng Yao gets them all to himself tonight, as he has for the vast majority of this week, and yet somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.)

He stirs a little at that thought and nudges Xichen’s shirt up enough with the tip of his nose to drag kisses against his warm skin that barely count as such; he parts his lips and drags them over the soft planes of Xichen’s stomach, over the waist of his jeans, down into the warm space between his forearm and his hip, and Xichen shivers slightly underneath him before he relaxes again, more than before.

“Er-ge needs his shoulders rubbed, da-ge,” Meng Yao mumbles against Xichen’s hip. “I’ll do yours if you do his.”

Meng Yao melts further into Xichen as Mingjue gently breaks their grip on each other’s hands in favor of skating a broad, warm palm down the length of his back, ending with his hand on his ass and like this it barely even feels sexual, it’s just…comforting. To be held, to be theirs. To be so solidly theirs that any touch is okay. Anything feels good, simply because it makes him feel known.

“You have to let him up if I’m going to rub his shoulders. Sorry babe,” Mingjue tells him with an apologetic kiss to his temple.

Meng Yao does as asked with some grumbling. Xichen sets aside the book in his free hand with a smile to sit up straight again, and adds his own apologetic kiss to Meng Yao’s other temple, just for good measure.

It takes a bit of adjusting – Xichen on the floor at the foot of the bed, Mingjue sitting behind him with his feet on the carpet, legs bracketing Xichen, and Meng Yao kneeling behind Mingjue – but they get there with the same lazy happiness suffusing everything else about their little bubble. Once settled, Meng Yao hooks his chin over Mingjue’s shoulder and slings his arms around his waist to watch him press and dig strong thumbs into the tense, long line of Xichen’s neck until their boyfriend sighs in barely-concealed relief.

“There you go,” Mingjue says, soft and warm. “Good, A-Huan.”

When that simple praise makes Xichen whimper, Meng Yao’s hands on Mingjue’s stomach twitch in sympathetic pleasure, and without his conscious input he strokes delicate fingertips up the thick line of him, sturdy and densely-muscled. He’s just so much in the best way possible, and some of Meng Yao’s lassitude slips away as he skims teasing hands along the beloved, familiar contours of him.

“A-Yao, feeling me up is not the same as rubbing my shoulders,” Mingjue says. Meng Yao, one hand squeezing the swell of Mingjue’s pec without any shame and the other slipping down towards the overlap of his towel hanging on for dear life by a mere inch of fabric, just smirks and lays his cheek on Mingjue’s shoulder to kiss his neck.

“I’m getting there, don’t question my methods.” He pinches Mingjue’s nipple for good measure; laughs when Mingjue jumps and swats at his hand with a laugh of his own.

“You two are hopeless,” Xichen hums from his spot sitting tailor-style on the floor, hands on his knees like any good Lan boy trying to meditate and relax in spite of his boyfriends roughhousing just behind him.

“It’s just foreplay, er-ge, you know he likes it rougher than you do,” Meng Yao says sweetly as he stops groping Mingjue long enough to find a knotted up muscle just under his shoulder blade. Where Mingjue’s method of massage is slow, firm pressure and coaxing tired muscles to relax, Meng Yao takes a somewhat more…pointed approach.

Mingjue hisses through his teeth for Meng Yao digging the point of his extremely bony elbow straight into the center of the tension, but he doesn’t let up. He holds Mingjue’s shoulder still with his free hand and presses, presses, presses – until Mingjue rolls his shoulder a few minutes later and the muscle gives up with a not-very-reassuring crunch and a judder.

“Fuck that feels good,” Mingjue groans, slumping forward until his forehead is resting against Xichen’s hair. Meng Yao runs the flat of his palm up and down Mingjue’s spine a few times, slow and soothing, and marvels again for what feels like the thousandth time this week that they can just…do this. He can have this. It still strikes him at odd times, utterly unexpected – a lightning flash of sharp hot want, a desire to be selfish and greedy and claim everything that these two will give him, followed by the thundering rumble, steady and building, that that’s not only allowed, but desired.

“Mingjue,” he mumbles to try to hide how it wants to stick in his throat, all this wanting. “Can you and er-ge come to bed?”

Xichen, already so closely attuned to all the little nuances of his voice for better or for worse, pats Mingjue’s hair to get him to sit up and extricates himself neatly from his loose hold to stand, turn, and promptly press Meng Yao down into the bed exactly how he likes, firm but not overbearing. Meng Yao goes easily under the weight of him, willowy strong and lovely as he leans in to press their cheeks together, just breathing through the intimate press of it until Meng Yao (hopefully) won’t feel like he’s willing to crawl out of his skin if it’ll mean getting to be closer to his partners.

Somewhere underneath the hazy warmth Xichen is pressing into him, there’s a tiny piece of him that worries it’ll all be swept out from under him one day, and that sooner rather than later. But it’s hard to think about the worst that can happen when Xichen is holding him down, when Mingjue is shucking his towel and turning down the covers without dislodging them. When he’s done, It’s easy enough to do an awkward little shimmy up the bed far enough to slip between too-crisp, too-cool sheets to join Mingjue beneath them, already bare and radiating more than enough heat to make even the thin cotton sheets too much to cover up with, let alone the blanket and comforter also still piled neatly on top.

There’s quiet talking and a few chuckles for the questionable logistics of finagling all three of them into getting naked and settled into a comfortable configuration when none of them want to be too far apart, but when they do finally get there, for a few long minutes there’s nothing but the comforting hush of out-of-synch breathing, the hum of the air conditioner under the window, and the occasional whisper of skin-on-skin, or skin-on-cotton.

Meng Yao drifts in it, content and resting, waiting patiently now that he has bare, warm skin pressed against his and the knowledge that they have all night together settling under his skin again, his moment of urgency soothed instantly by the two who know him and his moods the best.

Mingjue, for all his teasing earlier, eventually makes the first move. Meng Yao sighs and settles in as Mingjue brushes scratchy little kisses along the line of his shoulder, his neck, until he’s turning Meng Yao’s head the other way with kisses to his jaw – and of course Xichen is there to meet him in a heartbeat. He and Mingjue are just…like that, Meng Yao has found, and while at first it had made him feel perhaps a little left out, it had quickly become something he loves (mostly because they use their weird synchronicity to give him everything he asks for and then some in ways that take him apart and put him carefully back together again, so it really all works out in his favor).

What starts out slow and ponderously lazy doesn’t stay that way for long – it never really does when it’s all three of them, to be fair. Tenderness is usually saved for when Xichen is with him or Mingjue separately, or on the rare occasions Meng Yao doesn’t feel like biting every inch of Mingjue he can get his teeth around. And so when his boyfriends fuck him so good he forgets he even has a body, Meng Yao sinks into the satisfying exhaustion of it with a grin he can’t suppress and his heart pounding with the knowledge of what he’s going to tell Mingjue and Xichen the second they’re recovered enough to actually hear him.

He practices it once, in a whisper, under the cover of their ragged breathing. With so much bed to go around they’re both barely touching him as they recover, outstretched hands and tangled ankles under their kicked-off blankets all that binds him to them as he stares up at the spot of a streetlight from the parking lot glowing on the ceiling and tells them, soft and simple, “I love you.”

This time Xichen gets to him first. There’s an arm slung over his waist, squeezing tight tight tight, and a face buried in his neck that suddenly feels warmer and wetter than it had a moment ago. Meng Yao wraps an arm around Xichen’s shoulder and presses a kiss to his forehead just as Mingjue kisses him in the same spot near his hairline, long and slow, leaning over him propped up on one elbow to manage it without squashing him.

Meng Yao feels Mingjue rubbing his free hand up and down Xichen’s back, and Meng Yao strokes Xichen’s hair off the back of his neck, and when Xichen’s recovered enough from both his orgasm and the strongest of his emotions Meng Yao finds himself under an onslaught of kisses punctuated with ‘I love you’s in every flavor spilling from Xichen’s kiss-swollen lips in between each frantic press of mouth to skin. Mingjue mutters it against his hair, his temple, his ear, his jaw, and Meng Yao blinks up at the ceiling gone a little wobbly around the corners of his vision and wonders, half-wildly, if Mingjue was serious about that pit stop in Vegas on the way home.

(They spend the next day in bed, because there’s no reason on earth why they can’t. Yellowstone will still be there the day after, with all its trails and quiet spaces and whatever else it is his boyfriends are so interested in seeing. Meng Yao is happy enough for now with just this – just his boyfriends lazing around in bed with him, the tv set to some awful news channel low enough that it’s nothing more than a murmur, and each of them pursuing their own pastimes in each other’s company.)

(A few days later, when they’ve turned to trek home again, he finds out Mingjue was, in fact, very serious about going to Vegas. They make it all the way to the Strip before Meng Yao folds, and Mingjue laughs at how deeply Xichen pouts about not getting to marry one of them after all [he doesn’t even know if that could happen, but it’s worth knowing anyway]. Meng Yao strokes his hair back over and behind his ear from his usual perch in the back seat and promises him one day they’ll find a way to do it. Xichen’s smile could light up all of Nevada, and probably California too.)

#the untamed fanfic #polyshipweek23 #3zun #modern au #Meng Yao #Nie Mingjue #Lan Xichen #bed sharing #The Romance of Anonymity #Tales from Jianghu Shopping Center #<- universe #please forgive me for any typos or weird formatting or dumb sentences #I was literally falling asleep while writing/editing this lol

[threesonsofyorks]

How will you describe the three sons of york ?

Which one is your favourite

Well … thank you for the question. I want to make it clear that what I’m about to say here is my pure opinion, based on some woks I've read, and my lunatic head, but there’s nothing too scientific about it.

There are so many layers to this question. If we take them as the entity ‘three sons of York’ they were really dysfunctional. And you can see there’s an increased tension between Edward and George throughout the years, especially with George’s recurrent show of disrespect around the 1470s. Actually, based on a Ph.D. work I’ve read, it seems that George was saved more than once by the sense of ‘reconciliation’ that Edward had at the time.

When it comes to Richard, well… I think he had more of a sense of duty (at least at the time Edward was alive). I believe that’s why we don’t often see much of any turbulence in his relationship with Edward. When it comes to George, well… they grew up together, and spent more time together than with Edward, so their bond, I believe, was different. And I think that Richard shared part of George’s beliefs when it comes to Edward’s decisions, especially with the Woodville marriage. But, different from what George did, he pretended well till he could no more. And I know it may sound contradictory but… he respected Edward’s choices in silence. What happened after Edward’s death … urgh… well.

I was really interested in finding something about how Richard felt over George’s death, couldn’t find anything. I was wondering if there was any felling of resentment towards Edward, or if he too thought there was no other way. Apparently that did not change Richard and Edward’s relationship. Ooor maybe that was the indicative for what happened in 1483. 🤔

apart from all of that shit, the were good brothers 🫂👨‍👦‍👦hahah ( not really different of what we see in contemporary siblings, at least here in Brazil there’s so many stories… urgh…. And please I’m not trying to make any anachronism. Hahaha)

To the second question, my favorite is Richard. 🤡

#fefaspeaks #I've never spoken so much shit in one questionklkkkkkk #lol #the thing about Edward being a people pleaser and reconciliator seems real in his first era #Richard was simply there waiting for his time to shine #And I truly believe that if he had not taken the crown he would have been dead shortly after Ed v #That doesn't mean he was right… but he was not wrong #or maybe he was… #I mean #Ed V should have had the chance to be a king and decide what was best for his reign #And George... #well #rest in wine King #Please forgive any typos english isn't my first language 😭 #hahahahan imagine me trying to speak to riii with my broken English and my ghetto attitude…. Girl

[hipster--kitten]

Okay so. I've been wanting to stretch my ears to 4g/5mm for years, and I finally did it a few months ago!! I couldn't stretch from 6g-4g because the side difference for me was too big to safely do, but I had recently learnt (somehow I didn't know years ago) people sell in-between sizes like 5g!

However

Now that I've been at 4g for a bit, I'm constantly looking at my ears and thinking "you'know I like this, but I really wanna go one or two sizes bigger", except the problem is that the reason 4g was originally my goal size was because It's generally regarded as the biggest you can stretch before you get to the point of no return, and I honestly don't think I wanna have stretched ears my whole like (assuming I live until I'm old)

But aaaaaaaa I really really want to but I can't commit to it and I'm scared that if I did it, it could end up in my depressingly long list of my regrets. Likely a bit because of this limitation though I'm feeling even more desire to get more piercings, rn strongly tempted to get second lobe piercings and a helix piercing.

Help. (and/or convince me to finally get those new piercings)

#sorry this has been something thats been driving me crazy lately and i really wanted to tell someone other than my partner #*other than just my partner i mean #also please forgive any typos or weird wording im currently tired from my meds and stoned just before bed #thoughts #personal #me

[blueisquitetired]

hiii yes i just wanna ask if you could like tl:dr the pokemon bond system you use bc i RLLY like it but the fic you linked for it is like 50k words and hhsnnsnd i don.t. have time to read that rn ;w; srry if youve already answered something like this btw i just am rlly interested in it pls

Hello! Sorry for the verrrrrrrry late reply- I use mobile and apparently this ask only shows up on desktop? Quite annoying, and I'm sure you've long stopped caring about the answer to this question- but I'll answer it anyway because I love talking about lore so much

(Believe it or not the fic I linked is not required reading! It's just the inspiration that I drew from- and giving credit is important to me.)

Humans should have died out a long time ago. It's a simple fact really- how can such squishy, unremarkable creatures keep up with the magical monsters around them?

But that's the thing- they can keep up, and they have.

Because humans, above all else, are adaptable.

And so, when they bond with a pokemon, enjoy that pokemon's company for long periods of time- it leaves a mark, a change so subtle most cannot tell it exists at all.

Well most of the time.

There is a large overlap between adaptations and bonds. Adaptation requires exposure- requires a human to be subjected to a pokemon's magic again and again.... which is most likely to occur between a trainer and pokemon. This is something we've observed many times throughout history- psychic type trainers becoming supernatural themselves, ghost type trainers acquiring the sight, fairy type trainers... well, you get the picture.

Of course, that isn't really what you asked about did you?

Bonds differ from pokemon to pokemon. For some, it's more of an intangible thing, a growing understanding of their trainer, a more seamless partnership. For others, it's more literal, binding their souls together so that they cannot be separated, so that they will always be connected.

It depends heavily on the pokémon's type, species, and overall demeanor.

There's different strengths of bonds too!

Partners carry the strongest bond of course, an understanding between trainer and pokemon that no one else could hope to match.

A trainer's other pokemon carry a deep connection as well, even if it cannot match the might of a partner.

Pokemon that are not their own can leave a small mark on the soul just from proximity and fondness. These marks are so small that they are hardly consequential, just whispers of something that could be.

And then there's blessings.

Because legendaries love picking blorbos just as much as we do. (Almost every major trainer gains a small legendary blessing eventually. They rarely actually do anything, being more of the world's holiest game of 'dibs'. Even the divine get bored you know?)

#blue’s writing #feralinhisuiau #sorry this took so long #I didn't know it was there #pokémon #I can and will ramble about lore stuff till the end of time #please ask me more lore stuff #It's two in the morning please forgive any typos #blue askbox #what happened to the end of this post??? tumblr >:(

[adamnedmartyr]

a starter for which @takeachanceontoday​ { Yuugi } did not ask

He had heard about the game by chance from the child of one of his usual customers––the one who always wants a bouquet of flowers for his wife on the first of every month. 

The boy was chattering happily about the new cards he had acquired, and Kurama had made quite a show of taking interest in them. The artwork was impressive to be certain, even if the child’s rambling explanation of the game didn’t quite settle in a way that made sense without having some knowledge of the rules already… Regardless, the boy seemed quite delighted by it, and even showed Kurama what card deck he thought would suit him––see! they all have to do with flowers!––and explained some of the cards and their attacks as well.

At the end of their discussion, the boy had even given him a card. 

It’s a strong card, but I found a second one and you always give dad nice flowers for mommy so this can be your first card for a deck!

He had thanked the child for the gift, and assured him it would be well-cared for, and that if he did collect a deck in the future, he would be certain to show him.

it wasn’t until the next day that an idea occurred to him.

Amanuma’s birthday is approaching soon, and this… might be something of interest to the boy. [ Something safe because it isn’t video games that might lead to temptation. ]

And so, on his lunch break, he makes his way to a game shop he passes on his way to and from work, though he’s never had cause to enter it before now, and––rather than spend his time trying to figure out where he needs to go for what––he glances around to find an employee and then approaches.

“Excuse me. I was given this––” he begins, holding up the card the boy had given him, “––and I had the thought that cards like this might make a good gift for… a young family friend of mine. I must confess, I know very little of the game beyond an explanation you might expect of a someone around the age of seven or eight, and so I was wondering if you could perhaps assist me, as I feel that I am a bit out of my depth.”

#takeachanceontoday #|| many foxes grow grey but few grow good || { v; post series // au } #// please forgive any typos #// it is late/early #// but if something doesn't make sense #// just let me know

[darckcarnival]

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#Out Of Coffins :: OOC #MUN SPEAKING HOURS #(( I am here and suffering tired bitch disease holy hell. )) #(( but at least here I am and my brain is over cooked like baked potato. )) #(( please forgive me any typos or other such things i am doing my absolute best. )) #(( send me random shit in my inbox and I shall answer to the best of my ability. ))

[chuluoyi]

HAPPY MARRIAGE

- nanami kento x reader

“you don't deserve to be unhappy. and i don’t want to be unhappy, either.” you have always wondered where did you and kento go wrong. in the wake of your divorce, as you both returned to single lives, you and kento would come to realize what constitutes a happy marriage is... and it takes more than just love

genre: post-divorce angst, crack, misunderstandings, arguments, hurt/comfort, bestfriend!gojo is going to help your love life, and fluff in the end!

note: this fic... goes through a major change overnight after i was struck with a wholly different plot *sobs* and then i went through a major writing block for at least a week before i know what words i'm going to write :') anyways, this isn't really proofread so please forgive any typos to the anon who requested this and others, i do hope you'll enjoy it! tagging @tiredkitten as per request <3

listen to: today more than yesterday - kim jong kook

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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No divorce ever comes easy.

When couples enter into marriage, they do so with the dream of a lifelong bond filled with love and compassion. You too did once. And even until now, you still want that for yourself.

When you married Nanami Kento three years ago, you thought it was for eternity. He was your dream man, the only man you could see yourself with. He embodied everything that was just and righteous, and he was also kind man, who would always put you first, shielding you from any sort of harm.

Even if the source of that ‘harm’ turned out to be himself.

“You don't deserve to be unhappy. and I don’t want to be unhappy, either.”

Strangely, you didn't resent Kento that much, in the end. At that time, both of you had come to terms with it and you couldn't blame anyone. But now, six months later, as you sat in this shabby bar, downing shots of gin with your thoughts swirling in an alcohol-induced haze, your emotions were all over the place, and moreover, the presence of a certain clown before you was just particularly irksome, and you knew that he was someone you could blame—

“Gojo, you prick!”

Gojo raised one righteous eyebrow. "Who, me? Sorry, but I'm not your ex-husband?"

Gojo Satoru was the witness to several milestone in your life. Insufferable as he was, somehow you clicked with him ever since your early days as a jujutsu sorcerer. You remembered sending him your handpicked wedding invitation, having him celebrating your promotions, and then coming to him with tears running down your face in the middle of the night, telling him, “We are getting a divorce.”

"You!" you snapped, slamming down your glass of gin, whipping your head around to face the blindfolded idiot that was your longtime friend. Your index finger accusingly aimed at him. "This is all your fault!"

"Wha—"

"Because of you!"

"Okay, now it's clear that you're just too far gone—"

You hiccupped, your tone laced with fiery emotion. "If it weren't for you—if you hadn't been so adamant about setting us up back then—!"

Gojo grimaced. Ah, so this was the so-called drunken musings. While it was amusing to see his friend of 7 years in this state, even he couldn't deny how a tad bit pitiful you were.

"...then maybe," you started to deflate, eyes watering and lips trembling, sniffling. "I-I won't have to go through this..."

Correction, you were so pitiful you had no idea. But still, as a longtime associate, he couldn't bring himself to abandon you there, wallowing in your sorrows all alone.

He sighed and patted your back. "There, there... what about I introduce you to other guys, hmm? See if it'll lessen the pain away?"

You shot him a look so hateful despite your bleary vision. "No! Last time you did, it ended in a divorce for me! I refuse to let you turn me into a two-time divorcee!"

"I'm pretty sure your marriage is far from my business, I'm just your kind-hearted, handsome broker—"

"Bah! You— tasteless prick!"

You burped loudly afterwards and Gojo winced, and then you suddenly (and theatrically, he might add) slumped face-down onto the table with a thud, passed out in all your drunken glory.

And Gojo could only stare at you in somewhat disbelief.

. . .

He thought then, that you were definitely going to owe him one after this.

More often than not, throughout the past six months, Nanami also found himself thinking about you too.

Despite his calm exterior, separation with you didn't come easy for him. There was a reason he married you in the first place—he had loved you, and he too wanted it to last. You used to be the reason he went home on time each and everyday, the reason he eagerly anticipated spending his weekends with.

Everything had fallen apart before either of you realized it. Some disagreements suddenly spiraled into lonely nights, no updates during longer missions, your tears, and then ended with both of you filing the papers in the city hall to end it all.

Six months ago, he thought he was final with his decision. He thought it was the best as he was faced with the sight of your tear-streaked face.

“Kento, I’m not asking m-much, am I?” you asked between sobs, wiping your tears harshly. “Aren’t w-we family? Shouldn’t we be doing a lot of things—together?”

Recalling that moment now, it tugged at his heartstrings anew. Yet, despite everything...

“I’m telling you, I know my limits—”

“Is that all you have to say? Don’t you know how sick with worry I am?” you ended up shouting at him, voice quivering. “Put yourself in my shoes and think: how can I possibly sleep at night, constantly fearing that my husband might—” your voice broke, fresh tears flowing freely. “—might not come back?!”

He was the one who backed away first, who made you lose all hope, and ultimately, placed the sentence upon you.

“If you don't have it in you to... then, perhaps it's for the best that we... just get a divorce.”

"Nanami-san, you okay?"

He looked up from the sizzling barbeque grill pan to his junior, Ino Takuma, who looked concerned as he flipped the meat. "You have been staring into space for a while..."

"I'm fine, Ino-kun." He looked down and grabbed the tongs, flipping his side of beef.

Ino let out a sympathetic sigh. "Honestly, lately, you seem down."

Words he was holding back were "ever since your divorce", but Ino was pretty sure his senior understood the implicaton.

Nanami hummed. "Sometimes life just doesn't go as swimmingly... I'm fine."

Ino never really knew you that well and was curious. In fact, he was so very curious. When it comes to Nanami Kento, everything he does and has done is always with justified and sound reason, but he might be biased because the 7:3 sorcerer was his role model.

It might verge on invading his privacy, but—

"They said... Gojo-san was your matchmaker back then?" he went through with the question anyway, testing the waters. "I don't mean to pry, but I just thought it's cute."

To Ino's surprise, Nanami's lips curled into a small smile. "It's fine, Ino-kun. I think it has become common knowledge by now. Yeah... he was."

"For you to have fallen for someone who was Gojo's acquaintance... it speaks volumes about how charming Y/N is."

"Mmm," he nodded slightly as he indulged in the grilled meat. "She is."

"Nanami-san." Okay, Ino was starting to think that he wouldn't be getting his point across if he went the roundabout way. He would shoot it straight then. "I don't mean to patronize you... but if you're really that miserable, then I think you should go back to her and talk things out, no?"

Nanami put down his chopsticks and let out a soft sigh, making Ino to immediately regret his blatant suggestion.

"Before arriving at such a difficult decision, of course we did try to discuss some things," he explained, his gaze meeting his calmly. "I don't take matters like divorce lightly, Ino-kun."

"But still... now—"

To drove the point home, Nanami chose to vocalize the conclusion that still left a bitter taste in his mouth to this day:

"She is unhappy with the way things are, and I have to come to terms with the fact that I can't provide what she needs."

Ino's gaze fell in dejection. "Nanami-san..."

Nanami chuckled fondly. “I appreciate your concern, Ino-kun. Thank you.”

In front of his junior, he could maintain composure and narrated the collapse of his own marriage as if he were a mere spectator. But in his heart of hearts, Nanami Kento wasn’t at all the stoic man he made everyone believed he was—the fact that he had failed to give you the life of happiness he promised on the day he proposed to you still stung him to this day.

It hurt him, but echoing your words, he couldn't subject you to a marriage that felt like a dull cohabitation with little understanding.

“We never really talk anymore, do we...? We never really work on our problems too. Kento, lately, I feel like... things have changed.”

Suppose what he had to do was letting you go now.

It was easier said than done, because when Nanami saw you the next day at the school—this being the first time in several weeks—he almost couldn’t keep his cool.

"Ichiji, don't be too stiff!" you slapped the poor guy in the back with a giggle. "It's just me, it's been a while!"

You didn't look much different than the last he saw you—still the chirpy self he unwittingly fell in love with, staying on top of the latest fashion trends and all. Yet, there was definitely something different about you, something he just couldn't quite identify...

And then those cheerfulness deflated when your gaze met his, eyes widening as you tried to get your bearings. "Oh—h-hi, Kento."

That's too forced. It was so unnatural that made him almost wince.

"Hello." But the tremble in his voice, too, betrayed him. "Have you been well?"

You shifted your gaze away from him, and right before you answered, you let out a cough, and that was when he spotted it: you looked kind of pale.

"I'm fine."

"Oh, that's good then."

Silence. This was the absolute worst.

Nanami exhaled. It was you he was talking to, his ex-wife. He knew you inside out—or at least, he used to. He knew you didn't like this dryness as much as he did. He had to say something.

He braved himself. "Are you here for a mission?"

You looked at him in slight surprise. "Oh... yeah."

Darn it. Another dry reply.

"There... is a cursed totem in North Tokyo," you elaborated, not really looking at him. "Gojo's out from tomorrow until next week. I'm substituting for him to assist the first years."

"Are you sure you're up for that?" Nanami found himself asking before he could stop. "I mean no disrespect, but you look a bit pale."

"I am," you snapped, leaving him surprised. It was as though he had unintentionally struck a nerve, quickly turning your mood sour. "I'm fully capable of handling this, Kento."

"Please, I don't mean to upset you. I'm just..."

Worried about you. Somehow his throat closed in, it didn't really feel right to say that now.

"—I know how rash you can be." He regretted his words as soon as they were out.

It was clearly a bad choice of words as you took offense, your expression quickly turned into one of disdain.

"How rich... that it's coming from you," you scowled.

Memories of your failed marriage flooded your mind's eye. The long nights your ex-husband didn't bother to leave you a message. How he would return home with wounds and blood staining his clothes. And now... he had the nerve to insinuate that you were the reckless one?

"I can take care of myse—"

"That's a whole load of bullshit!"

Good grief. Why must Gojo pick this exact scene to show up?

The blindfold took big strides and halted between the two of you, pointing one finger in your face.

“Last night, she got wasted. Like totally wasted! She could barely walk straight afterwards and then she had the audacity to blame me! Me! For all her mess! Goodness, I’m just a very chivalrous friend and yet—”

"Shut up!" you were horrified, face flushed with embarrassment. "Gojo, you complete jerk!"

Nanami wouldn't admit it, but there was always something between you and Gojo Satoru that made him a bit uncomfortable, even way back when the two of you were still married. Perhaps the closeness, the candidness you shared. He knew you wouldn't harbor anything for someone as elusive as Gojo Satoru, but still, it remained an uncomfortable sight for him.

Like there was nothing pleasant about knowing Gojo Satoru was the one taking care of you in your drunken stupor. You shouldn't have in the first place. If it were him, he wouldn't let you hurt yourself. If he were still the one by your side—

Despite himself, thoughts like that swirled in his mind far often than he would've liked.

Suddenly, the air felt stifling. Nanami didn't like this at all, and even as you two were still harmlessly bickering, he chose to leave.

"Oiii, Nanami!"

He had barely left the room when the person he disliked the most emerged from the door, following closely behind him. Gojo evidently knew what his thoughts were. As irritating as he was, the bloke was smart, he wasn't the strongest for nothing.

"Na-na-mi! You can't just leave like that! We're going to have lunch together—"

"Gojo-san," Nanami stopped in his tracks and let out an exasperated sigh, throwing the white-haired idiot a glare so hard it would curse him if only glares could. "Please stop bothering me."

“How cold-hearted,” the blindfold replied in a mocking scoff. “No matter how, she was once your wife. How could you not care one bit?”

“We have gone on our separate ways, and if she is good with the way things are, then so am I.”

What a lie. He still couldn't help but to care. If you ever needed his help in whatever way even now, he would still move heavens for you.

“And that’s where you’re wrong, Nanami,” Gojo suddenly interjected in a less playful manner. “She is really missing you, you know.”

But you had your best friend by your side, didn't you? Someone perfect, without equal. Surely, you wouldn't need him anymore.

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "How are you so sure that she's good with the way things are?"

"What exactly is she not good with?"

"Everything? You never ask her."

This was getting irritating, and before Nanami really lost control over himself, he finally drew a line.

"Gojo-san, I'm tired of people assuming things about our current relationship," he said, leveling a piercing look at him. "We are both adults. We reached the decision to separate because we both know why. If this is your way of showing concern, then thank you—but I'd prefer if you didn't interfere any further. We're handling this just fine, and by all means, I think people should stop associating us anymore."

With that, he left. Even when he wanted to stay longer with you, even when, in his wildest dreams, he wanted to rebuild everything with you again—

He knew you were there, hearing all of this.

Gojo clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. "Grr... You're so stubborn..."

. . .

There was a reason why you went to the school. Yaga's sudden request and of course, the chance to see Nanami again.

But when your conversation ended in a bitter note and he walked away, a part of you plunged into instant panic, compelling you to eavesdrop on his conversation with Gojo.

But as expected from you cool ex-husband, he was all rationale and logic.

By all means, I think people should stop associating us anymore.

Nanami would think so, wouldn't he? And he wouldn't be bothered either.

You shouldn't have expected more. This was no television drama in which the couple would get back together that easily. You were living in the harsh reality of jujutsu world, which basically, was the cause of your divorce in the first place.

At one point, you found it all to be exhausting, but upon reflection, it was more painful to acknowledge that he never truly fought to keep you by his side.

Tears welled up in your eyes unbidden, and you walked away quickly, brushing them away.

This is it. There is no use hoping anymore.

If you weren't on missions, then you'd likely be drinking. This had been the undeniable truth over the past few weeks.

Gojo found both you and Nanami to be irritating. The way both of you would evade each other was just plain stupid by this point, since it was clear to anyone with eyes that you were still not over each other.

"Nanami! Why don't you join us for dinner tonight!"

And since you were such an irritable drunk, he chose to keep poking the easier target.

Nanami shot him a scathing look, definitely done. "I have a prior appointment. Goodbye."

"Hoh?! But! They'll have free drinks!"

For the life of him, Nanami just wanted to go back home. He had minus interest in free drinks and even less in Gojo himself, and he would make his points clear.

"For the last time, I'm telling you, I don't want any part in your—"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Ooh, wait a minute, Nanamin! I got a call!"

Nanami gritted his teeth in pure annoyance. He truly didn't care about his call and seized the chance to walk away quickly, eager to flee.

Until—

"Hello? Yes. Yes... what? Huh— Y/N is rushed to hospital?"

...and that caused him to halt abruptly. Suddenly, his entire body went rigid, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

You're hurt?

"I mean why—the hell? Severe bleeding?!" Gojo's voice dramatically rose, seemingly in surprise. "Whoa, uh, traffic accident?!"

Within seconds, everything as he knew it came to an end. He spun around, yanking the phone from Gojo's grasp, indifferent to whether it caught the latter off guard or not.

"Which hospital is this?" he demanded from the person on the other end, his voice rough and harsh. Suddenly, the fog in his mind dissipated, and he was consumed by panic.

"I'm sorry, sir, that's not—oh, it's Tokyo General Hospital—"

"Thank you." Nanami shoved the phone back to Gojo and broke into a sprint, in search of taxi.

At this moment, everything was a plethora of chaos—his surroundings melded into a blur, the constant honking of nearby vehicles echoed in his ears, and the relentless pounding in his chest threatened to overwhelm him. Nothing else held any significance. Nothing, except you.

Why did you get hurt? How did you even get into a traffic accident?

This was maddening. His world was falling apart hard and fast. The beginnings of heartbreak, stirring and churning in the depths of his stomach, once again threatened to drown him whole—

To others it may seem laughable that he was this shaken over an ex-wife, but precisely because you were his ex-wife was why he was running through the streets of Shibuya, opting not to take the cab as the traffic jam was at its peak.

Oh, how Nanami regretted it. He regretted a multitude of things; those long nights, silent treatments, your tears, divorcing you. If he could turn back the time, he'd do anything in his power to prevent that divorce from ever happening. He'd treasure you better, he'd make time for you more—

Because what if, now you were really slipping away from him for good? What if, he would never see you ever again?

Within minutes, he arrived at the said hospital, haggard, spooking the nurses, demanding your room number.

Thank heavens that the visiting hour wasn't over yet. He marched towards the said room, all of his logic and rationale flying out of window as he threw open the door.

And then he saw the pristine bed, IV drip, and you—

Sitting upright on the bed, turning a page of a magazine, your eyes widening and blinking at him in complete confusion—

Huh, what?

The last thing you would expect after waking up in the hospital was your ex-husband barging in unannounced, looking as though he'd just survived a whirlwind.

"Kento...?" you almost squeaked, taken aback at the sight.

His hair was a sweaty mess, his usually immaculate suit was crinkled and his tie was loosened, but it was the look in his eyes that grabbed your attention—as if expecting the worst.

“Are you alright?” he grounded out, approaching you in deliberately slow steps. “How long has it since you woke up?”

“Um... yes? Since about an hour or so.” You frowned. “Kento, what are you doing here?”

“They said you have severe bleeding, involved in an accident��”

“What! No! Did the hospital reach out to you?” you felt a bit uncomfortable at the thought. “I was sure I have removed you from my emergency contacts—”

“Gojo did—”

Suddenly, understanding dawned on him, and he cursed under his breath. “That rotten bastard!”

You blinked, unsure of what he meant at all. To his credit, Nanami didn’t dwell long on his thoughts and faced you once again with another fresh batch of confusion. “Wait, Gojo is your emergency contact? Why?”

“Should anything happen to me and a payment is required to settle it, he can handle the bills first?”

If Nanami didn’t look exasperated before then he sure did now. “Y/N… you…”

He released the deepest sigh imaginable before settling onto the sofa, further tousling his hair and removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Did you know I ran to get here because I thought something bad happened to you?” Nanami stated in a strained voice.

Why did your heart skip a beat? Why was Nanami suddenly playing the part of a concerned husband when the time for it has long passed?

Feeling suddenly irritated, you rolled your eyes. “I just passed out due to high blood pressure. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” his eyes squared on you, quiet anger behind them. “In what sense does you passing out ever ‘not a big deal’? What have you been doing?”

"Why does that even matter to you still?" you contested. "You were the one who said everyone should stop linking us together by now."

"Y/N, you're missing the—"

"You divorced me!" you screamed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as the urge to cry threatened to consume you. "You... h-have divorced me, Nanami Kento!"

Nanami felt as if a blade had pierced and twisted his chest at the sight of you—your quivering form, the stifled sobs. He had never wished to see you in such despair again.

"So why!" you finally broke down and sobbed. "Why did you play the caring husband now? Why not before? Why do you keep toying with my feelings...?"

"I'm not." Nanami grunted, getting up and approaching your bed. "I never meant to. That was never my intention. I never—"

"Then what!? What are you doing? Why did you throw me out just like that and why now—"

"Believe me when I said that I never want you to be miserable!"

You halted mid-rant, eyes wide as you gazed at him. Blinking, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. It was the first time Nanami had ever raised his voice at you. Even in the past, he never had.

But suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through your abdomen, causing you to instinctively clutch it. You whimpered, a nearly involuntary squeak escaping you, feeling the intense burn inside.

Nanami immediately got a hold of your hunched form, alarmed. "What is it? What hurts?" When all you could manage were pained sniffles in response, he swiftly hit the nurses' button and enveloped you in his embrace.

"Hold on," he comforted, placing a hand over where you clutched your abdomen, trying to offer some relief in any way. "They'll be here soon, don't pass out!"

"Mmngh," you gripped his hand in response, squeezing it as you slumped into his chest. For the first time in six months, you were enveloped in his warmth once again, and despite everything that had transpired, you were deeply moved by his gesture.

It took seeing you in such distress to dispel any doubts Nanami may have had. You were so petite against him, so delicate as you squirmed amidst your tears.

Had you experienced pain like this in the past six months? The thought made his heart lurch. Did no one comfort you at all?

. . .

And that was when he decided it.

He never, ever wants to see you in any sort of pain, ever again. And should it happen, then he'll be the one staying by your side, just like this.

Alcoholic gastritis. You consumed so much alcohol that it irritated your ulcer and causes a really painful tummy ache.

You could feel Nanami's judging gaze on you as your attending doctor explained your predicament. Truth to be told, you were quite ashamed. Your unhealthy lifestyle were laid bare before your ex-husband and it made you feel like a kid being scolded for misbehaving.

After the doctor left, Nanami sighed and pulled out a chair next to your bed. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah..." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. "Sorry, that... you have to see that."

But thankfully, he was unflappable as ever. "Nothing to be sorry about. It's fine."

You were kind of embarrassed of your outburst earlier too. While you didn't regret expressing your feelings, you pondered if could've done it in a less confrontational way.

At this point, you'd accept anything. Even if Nanami told you off after this—

"Let me continue from what I was saying earlier," he suddenly began, catching your attention. You perked up, and looked at him expectantly.

Nanami released a deep sigh, and the words he spoke next were ones you never thought you'd hear from him again.

"Did you remember what I said when I proposed our divorce?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically. You wordlessly nodded, because it was one of the lines that made you unable to hate him completely.

"I said, you don't deserve to be unhappy." Nanami looked you right in the eyes, undaunted. "And that still stands until now."

Now fully engrossed in his words, the rhythm of your heart intensified, echoing in your chest.

"It wasn't a decision I blurted out lightly. I know you're hurt, because I am too. I married you with a reason. I have loved you. and if you were to ask me now, my answer would be the same—I am still in love with you."

Why did it feel like your vision was beginning to blur once more?

"But," Nanami's face contorted into a frown, gazing hard at you. "If staying with me is what makes you miserable—if waiting nights after nights, hoping I can make it each time haunts you so much—then I'm more than willing to release you from that burden. I don't want to subject you to that life."

Warm tears slid down your cheeks. Sniffling, you averted your gaze, looking downwards.

"Look, I make you cry again," he sighed, a mix of fondness and sadness in his voice, as a bitter smile graced his lips. One of his thumbs gently lifted your jaw, while the other tenderly wiped away your tears.

"Kento, I—" you quickly looked up, swallowing the lump in your throat. You had made up your mind. "I don't want you to leav—"

"I know," he cut in, his voice solemn, as he stroked your tear-streaked cheeks. "I know, and that's exactly why I'm going to say what I'm about to say next."

And with his next words, your heart burst into complete, utter warmth—

"Let's start over." Nanami Kento's voice was your lifeline, anchoring you and keeping you afloat. "We can take our time. There's no rush—we can return to how things were in the beginning. And when you're ready, then and only then... will I ask you to marry me again."

The one person who has your heart in his grasp, someone whom you are willing to care way more than yourself... You were openly sobbing now and yet a radiant smile broke through your tears.

There was only one answer you had in mind.

Five years later

"Yes! Yes! Yay!"

Today was sunny, just like the day of your wedding. Memories flooded back as you glanced at the grand wedding portrait in the foyer, a snapshot of yourself and your husband in blissful celebration.

A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the gentle smile on Kento's face amidst his typically stiff posture. You remembered his vows to you.

The one person who I will look for the rest of my life... is you. I have never met someone so important and precious to me that it hurts.

The sound of a car pulling up snapped you out of your reverie. Oh, he's home.

As you opened the door, your smile grew even broader, until a small figure darted past you at such speed that you were left gawking.

"Daddy!" your daughter's voice rang out with pure delight, leaping into your husband's arms the moment he swung the car door open, catching him off guard.

"Oh my, why are you so sweaty?" Kento inquired, scrutinizing your daughter with a puzzled frown, yet holding her close. "I thought we're going to the playground after this?"

"She's so excited for it that she keeps running and jumping around all the while," you chimed in with a gentle sigh, affectionately ruffling your daughter's hair as she beamed up at both of you.

Before long, the three of you set off to the playground, fulfilling the promise you had made to your daughter. As she entertained herself with the slides, Kento's low chuckle drew your attention. "What's so funny?"

"She takes after you a lot, you know," he remarked, a fond smile on his face. "The way she is just full of energy."

"Really? But sometimes she'll get this wrinkly little scowl on her face when she's annoyed—she looks like you then."

"Wrinkly...? No, surely I don't have that many wrinkles yet..."

Your laughter filled the air, a testament to the joy found in these simple, everyday moments.

Unexpected moments of joy, the comfort of family, and a love that had grown and evolved, stronger and more resilient with time...

And this, is what you'd call a happy marriage.

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Didn’t Mean It » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: After a bad day at work, Bucky accidentally yells at Y/N without realizing it. When he does realize it, he buys her favorite flowers and snacks in a way of him apologizing.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, brief mention of alcohol, yelling, crying, kissing, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

Bucky sighed as he walked through the door of yours and his apartment. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch before taking a seat and running his fingers through his hair. You walked in the living room, smiling when you seen that your boyfriend is home.

“You’re home!” You say, sitting down next to him.

You went to kiss his lips, but he turned his head and you ended up kissing his stubbly cheek making you frown in confusion.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nothing.” Bucky says, unwrapping your arms from his neck and stood up.

You stood up too and followed him to the kitchen. You watched as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He opened it and took a sip of it. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“Are you sure nothings wrong?” You asked.

“Nothings wrong! Stop asking!” He sets his beer on the counter. “I haven’t been home for 5 minutes and you’re already clinging to me!” He yells, pushing you away from him causing you to stumble a little.

He grabbed his beer and went back in the living room with you following behind him.

“Did something happen at work?” You asked.

“Nothing happened at work! How many fucking times are you gonna ask me the same damn question?!” He asks.

“I just—” Bucky interrupted you.

“You just what?” Bucky mocked you causing you to go quiet. “That’s what I thought. Now why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop being so god damn clingy.” He says.

Bucky has never yelled at you. Your bottom lip quivered. You turned around and went to the bedroom, closed and locked the door behind you and threw yourself on the bed and started crying. Realization hit Bucky a few minutes later.

“What the hell did I just do?!” Bucky asks himself.

He got up off the couch and went to the bedroom, only to find out that the door was locked. The door knob jiggling startled you.

“Doll?” He knocked on the door a couple times. “Doll please.” He pleaded.

You didn’t stay anything. You tried your best to muffle your cries with a pillow.

“Babydoll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky starts. “I didn’t mean to yell at you and say all of those things.” He says.

Bucky waited a moment, thinking that you would forgive him quickly and open the door, but you didn’t. He sighed and sat down on the ground next to the door, leaning his back against the wall.

“I’m here if you want to talk or if you need anything.” He says.

You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep until you woke up the next morning, still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday. You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror and seen your eyes all red and puffy from crying. You sighed and splashed some cold water on your face and dabbed it dry with a towel. You walked out of the bathroom and unlocked the bedroom door and opened it to see Bucky sleeping with his back against the wall. You quietly walked past him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Bucky woke up after a few minutes and seen the bedroom door open. He quickly stood up and went in the bedroom, but didn’t see you in there. He checked the bathroom, but didn’t see you in there either. Bucky began to panic, thinking that you left him. That’s when the smell of coffee hit his nose. He immediately went to the kitchen to see you pouring yourself a cup of coffee. He let out a breath of relief and approached you, hugging you from behind.

“Morning, doll.” Bucky says softly and kissed your cheek.

You didn’t say anything. You used all of your strength to push him away and went to the living room with your cup of coffee and turned the TV on. Bucky followed you like a lost puppy.

“Babydoll, I’m sorry for the things I said last night.” He apologizes.

You still didn’t say anything. You stared straight at the TV and took a sip of your coffee.

“Babydoll please.” He pleaded, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

You pushed his hand off of your knee. Bucky sighed before standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. Let me know if you need anything.” He says before walking out of the apartment.

Bucky walked down the street with his hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground. His mind reflected on the memories of him yelling at you last night. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why the fuck would I yell at the love of my life?” Bucky thought to himself.

He looked up and seen your favorite market that’s down the street from the apartment complex you two live in. Bucky smiled to himself and went inside of it. He seen your favorite flowers and some of your favorite snacks. He picked out one of each snack and grabbed a bouquet of your favorite flowers and paid for everything. Meanwhile, you’re sitting on the couch and scrolling through social media with the TV playing as background noise. A shiver went through your body. You went to the bedroom to change into something warmer when one of Bucky’s sweatshirts caught your eye. You grabbed it and put it on, already feeling yourself getting warmed up. You went back to the living room and sat back down on the couch when you heard the door open and close. You knew it was Bucky, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Bucky walked in the living room with a couple of plastic bags and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I got these for you.” Bucky says, handing you the bouquet.

You looked at him silently and took the bouquet from his hand.

“I got you some of your favorite snacks at the market down the street.” He says, sitting next to you.

You looked in the bags without saying anything.

“It’s ok if you’re not ready to talk to me yet.” Bucky starts. “I just want you to know that I’m really sorry for the way I acted last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you and say all of those rude things to you. I just—” You silenced him with a kiss.

Bucky smiles against your lips and cupped your cheeks. You pulled away, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I forgive you.” You say.

“You do?” He asks.

“Yes.” You nodded. “I mean I was upset that you yelled at me and then I realized that people have their moments.” You say.

Bucky smiles and kisses you passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” He says softly against your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say with a smile.

You pulled away from Bucky and stood up to put the flowers in a vase. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“You’re wearing my sweatshirt.” He says, kissing your cheek.

“It’s warm and smells like you.” You say, leaning back against his body.

“How about we spend the rest of the day watching movies of your choice and eat those snacks I bought.” Bucky suggests.

“Mhmm, I like the sound of that.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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