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harfanfare · 4 years ago

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Snow White and Juliet

trigger warning: suicide and just whatever happened in Romeo and Juliet & Snow White but darker.

People tend to define different things with the same word.

According to some, the lack of life is simply death. Others include there people who do nothing but work. They have no love, no passion. Those who remain unmoved by the suffering of others. Heartless ones.

For one poison vendor, "lifeless" meant being unable to move, drink, eat, but think. Think for eternity about nothing, what is described harsher than real death.

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„Test 103 was accomplished with success.”

There is confusion in the experiment hall. Researchers run from monitor to monitor, all comparing unexpected, but desired results.

No errors in documentation. No lapses in research. No difference in subsequent attempts.

The team of researchers was cheering in awe: the antidote for one of the biggest poisons in Twisted Wonderland, the "Poisoned Apple", has been found.

It's time to wake Neige Leblanche up.

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The Leblanche Tragedy happened almost two years ago when many haters got to harras Neige and his fiancée, [Name], who just announced their relationship. You were meeting already for quite a time, and knowing each other even longer. It wasn't easy to break any of you by hate.

But it wasn't also easy to live with people, who despised you with all their heart.

"It's alright," Neige whispered, his fingers combing the hair of his beloved. His voice was tranquil and soothing as always, almost by itself vanishing every bad experience. "It will be alright. I will make sure it will be."

"I know. And I am always thankful for that," you replied, cuddling him even more. Neige scent was another thing that hadn't changed over years; it was still the same aroma of wild, but soft flowers and heartwarming sunrays. Another wonderful feature. "I love you, Neige."

"I love you too."

That was the last discussion you had before the disaster happened.

And it started from no one else than Vil Schoenheit, who wasn't even aware how his actions will take a completely another turn than everyone expected.

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"Will it solve it? The sleeping potion?" you asked, turning the vial in your hands. It was no bigger than your little finger, and the potion there was taking only half of the space.

Not so long ago, around an hour, you found yourself invited by Vil to a tea party. You couldn't figure if he had been struck by your "help me" aura or was searching for a company, but you ended up in gardens, staring at the porcelain pot in which the tea was brewing.

It favoured the first meeting you two had: the tableware with the same, old-fashioned flowery pattern and the rich aroma of tea leaves of Vil's choice. Only a plate with sweets and fruits was something new—it was hard to convince Vil to bring anything sugary and even harder to make him try it. He finally ate a small (microscopical, in your opinion) piece of hand-made shortcake, but that was all you could do to let him appreciate the sweet energy shot.

"I cannot guarantee anything," Vil replied, watching you examine the bottle's content. "But it may work. With an emphasis on 'may'," he added, tearing his gaze away. Vil was your dear friend, and even if he didn't approve of your taste in men, especially your pick for a future husband, you were close enough to have him help you come up with a solution. "Use it as a last resort. I... am sure you will be able to find a better, safer way. For example, dumping your fiancé."

You giggled, but both of you knew his proposition was impossible. You could never leave Neige.

"Thank you, no thank you," you answered with a smile. The only thing that didn't let it last longer, were your problems. "Again, I am indebted to you. Thank you for being the best and the best prettiest in my life."

Vil puts the tea away, its taste suddenly feeling bitter and hard to swallow.

"...Well then. [Name], don't be reckless."

"I will try my best not to. I promise."

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You found a solution.

If you were the reason which made people attack Neige on social media and not only, why wouldn't you just disappear?

Not for eternity. Only for a month, maybe a few weeks, until the turmoil would silence. You and Neige could get married this way, inviting no one else than the closest of the closest people for the ceremony. Announcing your marriage and fake death wouldn't be that much of a shock as many could assume. There is a field called effective business, and everything can happen under that name.

I know how reckless is that, you were writing your thoughts on a paper. Once the dwarfs you invited to yourself saw the letter, they would give it to Neige. And you two would no longer have anyone who could undo anything. But think about it, Neige! If we may finally be together, isn't it a great chance?

You reassured him in the letter that you would wake up after few days. You also highlighted that he doesn't have to use your plan and let you two fight against the darker side of Wonderland together. He could just let you have week-long beauty sleep and with a fresh mind, try to solve your problems by less drastic measures: the press or announcements.

Maybe you were only overthinking and complicating the situation too much.

Your most loving fan, [Name]

You signed yourself and closed the envelope.

Your gaze returned to the sleeping potion. I am exaggerating, you thought. Your plans could fit into a script of a good film but in real life? What you were about to do felt... irrational and foolish.

Maybe you would change your mind if not the rush.

Once you heard footsteps on the floor and your friends, dwarfs, calling your name, you knew it is time to make a decision.

You quickly unscrewed the bottle and put it in your mouth. The sweet, sleepy fragrance with a hint of rosemary sent you to a sleep that devotedly resembled a death. The crash and sound of breaking glass as you fell to the ground immediately alerted everyone in the mansion. You couldn't hear the accelerated footsteps, screams, cries and commotion that was going on over you.

Before anyone could think to do something other than trying to wake you up and calling the hospital, the letter with your plan flew outside the window.

That night you broke two things: the promise you made to Vil and a heart of Neige.

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The death of [Name], the fiancée of the most adored man in the world.

Marriage cancelled? The mystery behind the death of [Name] [Surname].

A Dead bride.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Neige scrolled through the media, each article made his heart ache. He ignored a great count of calls and didn't manage to appear at your funeral in time.

He was a broken toy, who just lost its batteries. He was a wrack of what he was before. Beautiful on the outside, blank on the inside.

Wearing a dark, a bit too oversized suit, he laid against one of the roadside trees. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus on any people, buildings or sounds except his breath. It was slow and steady until he remembered why he tries to calm down; then he would choke on his breath, tears falling from his eyes and trying to not lose balance.

"Would you like an apple?"

Neige wiped his tears in a sleeve and slowly turned around to see an old lady behind a stall. It was ruined and seemed unattended for years. The counter was doty, wood softened and tore off in big pieces by the wind and rain. Between beautifully decorated shops and cafes, this stall seemed to be a remnant that no one ever wanted to touch.

"Thank you, but I am fine." Neige replied in his polite tone, but the smile he sent her looked like nothing near 'fine'. "I am not allowed to take anything from strangers, but that is really kind of you!"

"Not just a bite?" the lady continued, putting an apple on the counter. It was brown, slightly green, and Neige would never guess it was an apple. Maybe more like a rotten apple, but no one would say that this apple was unfresh. Adversely, it contained freshness, but not of the common kind. "Wouldn't you like to join your lover?"

Neige held his breath.

"You mean... to die?"

"What I mean has no value. You will understand it the other way, even if I tried to explain," she replied. Her voice was squeaky as she repeated the question the same enigmatic way she did the first time. "So, would you like an apple?"

"No, thank you..." Neige bowed slightly. He hesitated, before trying his best to speak up. "I- I think [Name] would hate me dying. Only if she could understand this too..."

"Maybe she did" the lady replied. There was conviction in her voice, and Neige couldn't help but take her words seriously. "Or maybe not."

Neige hoped you did. How he loved you and how your death changed him from the happiest man in the world, the saddest one. He didn't know why you took your life and why he didn't notice anything before. He regretted spending not as much time with you as he wanted to.

But nothing could be done to change the past.

"I will get going," Neige said. He glanced towards the old lady, who smiled at him and showed some of her lacking teeth. "And... could you fetch me this apple, please?"

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Once Neige's gaze settled on your figure, the world was immediately forgotten.

He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears much more than silence who was your only companion.

No flowers, candles and golden ornaments of the church could divide Neige's attention, as his pace fastened with every step he made towards you. He didn't hesitate to lock his fingers with yours. He squeezed them, wishing his warmth could reach you.

"[Name]..." he whispered, getting his face closer to your sleeping face. He gently removed the lost strands of hair from your face, not believing that you won't wake up anymore. As much as he wanted to, no mage in Twisted Wonderland could bring the dead back to life. At least not in human's form. "I love you so much. T-too much, I think. How can I live without... my life?"

He gave you one last 'farewell' kiss on the lips, his body next to yours. "See you soon, [Name]."

His expression is the softest one he ever wore, as he reaches for an apple.

He bit it.

And then 'died'.

No sooner than the poison completely took control of his body, you woke up.

"Neige...?" you murmured, bringing your hand to his cheek. The anxiety mingled with your thoughts once you look around yourself. "We are... in a coffin?" You sat. It required effort, after not using muscles for a whole week. By the time, you took a break, you conjectured what happened. You jerked your head around and let your hands cup your lover's face. "Ple-please, please, Neige, don't do this to me. Please."

He didn't respond and the bitterness you tasted when you kissed his still warm lips confirmed that he didn't use Vil's potion. He was poisoned, and the amount left on his lips wasn't enough to take you to the same place as him. "Why didn't left anything for me? Neige..."

Your eye caught the glimmer. You went closer to notice the dagger, resting on the floor. It wasn't that visible as the weapon would be, and until you were a step from it, you could see how thin the blade was. As edge as sturdy.

The fear paralyzed you, as you came back to the coffin. But the remorse and the sight of your lover's dead body were stronger. Your whole body was shivering, a tremor affecting you more than you could ever imagine, making you go mad. Insane.

With one sharp move, you dug the blade into your chest, scared and closing your eyes.

"I am a fool."

By the time anyone arrives, it is too late to rescue you or stop the poison coursing through Neige's veins.

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In the morning sun rises, and everyone in Wonderland wakes up.

It is also the first time in two years since Neige fell asleep.

He can't feel anything. He can't sense the flaxen shirt the doctors changed him in. He can't get his mind through the haze, that has been floating around his thoughts just after he drank the poison. He can't answer the calls of the doctors and his friends, dwarfs, who are gathering around his bed.

But he can open his eyes.

And once he does, the silence is overcoming. When the fact finally sinks in everyone's heart, a great cheer flies across the room. Some of the gathered give Neige comforting touch or reassuringly squeeze his hand.

It takes him some time to realize what is happening, why is he in the hospital room, why people are crying around him and why you aren't the first one he sees once he wakes up. His habit of kicking you while sleeping was something you complained and teased him about. Even if he didn't wake you in his sleep, when he was getting up, his knee would always hit your arm or stomach, waking you up and having you buck him off the bed as revenge.

What he also can do, except for trying to stay awake and catching things his visitors chatter around him, is to try to remember. He didn't lose his memories! It just needs some effort to get them back from the darkest recesses of his mind! And then to regret it.

A whole wave of memories hits him like a tsunami, not leaving him space to breathe and see anything else than chaos, now replaced by the memories of you two.

The kisses. The promises. The vowes. The proposal. The struggles. The tenacity to get over your problems. The plan. The dead body of yours.

He doesn't have to turn around to know that you aren't in a hospital bed beside him. He remembered some of the talks of his friends when he was sleeping. Now everyone is waiting for him to return.

"Neige! You've finally woke up, huh!" Che'nya chippers, his voice cracking at last words. He is relieved about the news and only bad Neige's condition stops him from throwing himself at his arms and spreading the revelation to everyone... No, not even Neige himself can stop him from the latter.

Neige wasn't going to stop him. His mind still replayed the "finally woke up" part, as if the film stopped at the most painful scene, then broke and started to replay the scene once again. And again.

He turned his head on the side, letting the tears run down his cheeks.

He really can't feel anything.

"That," Neige manages to whisper under his breath. It is the first time he tries to say anything, and grievously struggles to put his words together. "is- is... so cruel." Everyone stared at him in silence, the same way they did when Neige and his dead lover were found. His cry brings tears to everyone's eyes, having many people bow under the weight of sorrow and put a hand over their lips to not let themself break again. "I didn't want to wake up..!"

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eideticmemory · 4 years ago

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SADIST | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

How is it possible for two people who love each so much . . . to hate fuck so well?

Word Count: 1,537.

Warning: Choking, slapping, overstimulation, yay.

Matthew’s not a sadist, if that’s the correct word. It’s just the word that came to mind. Fifteen years of working on Criminal Minds, and it was the only word he could fathom. And not in a good way. An icky way. An icky, icky, icky way. He’s not a sadist.

He would never hurt you. He’s never even thought about it. His mission from day one has been to make you as happy and horny as possible, and he’s been very successful.

The first time you guys did anything sexual, he couldn’t have been more respectful. He climbed between your legs, slowly, carefully, and kissed your lips.

“You sure?” he mumbled.

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you grinned at him.

He mirrored you with a small smile, and used the palms of his hands to push your knees apart. His head disappeared under the hem of your shirt — well, his shirt. The one with the aliens on it. You’re addicted to wearing it, to this day. He bunched it up in his hands as his tongue touched to your clit. He instantly moved it in slow, circular motions and your back lifted off the bed.

Your thighs squeezed his face, and his hands squeezed your thighs. Pure talent, this man. And he knew it. He sucked on your clit with gentle pressure that had you trembling quickly and uncontrollably. You started off with a few heavy breathes. Graduated to soft whimpers, and when the volume grew in your voice, you made a new sound. Almost musical.

Matthew nearly stopped in his tracks, but you grabbed at him and whined. So he continued. And you did it again, and again, and again, until Matthew’s mind was in a daze.

His heart was racing, sweat beading on his skin, and all he could think was oh, my god, oh, my god, oh, my god. Wondering if you were really okay, because you just. You sounded like you were in pain and you kept pushing and pulling at his head and squirming and your voice kept breaking like you were going to cry. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, because he wanted to hear it. He was addicted to hearing it.

But you sounded so fucking weak. Powerless. Hurt.

Matthew’s not a sadist, but, fuck.

When he finished you off, and you laid there shaking. He couldn’t stop looking at you, your face buried in the pillows.

“[y/n]?” he whispered. “You okay?” And as he leaned over you, his boner grazed your thigh and you instinctively reached down to touch it. He gasped under his breath, and said, “You don’t have to,” and you just shook your head.

“I want to.”

“It’s okay, uh, I — I should probably shower,” he mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll join you,” you offered.

“No, baby, that’s okay. It’ll be quick.”

It was not quick. He stayed in there for a long time. Not even jerking off, just thinking about you. Thinking about you and how you sounded and tasted and melted around his face.

Matthew’s not a sadist, but he wanted to hear it again.

The first time you two had sex, you were a little tipsy. Not so much that you didn’t know what you were doing, though. Matthew and you had just cracked open a bottle of wine, and you were already half naked so what the hell. That night, you were wearing his orange pumpkin sweater and he distinctly made sure you kept it on. So you sweat like hell, but you hardly noticed because Matthew was kissing your neck, and slipping his fingers into you before you could say a word. His teeth dug into your skin and you squeaked. And he almost lost his mind.

Matthew’s not a sadist, but he’s never fucked anyone like that.

He just kept ramming himself into you over and over like he was on a mission. Pinning you down under him while you stared into his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he whispered in your ear.

“Y-yeah, ah, yeah, keep going,” you pleaded.

“Are you s—“

“Matthew, fu-ck, please.”

“Okay, sorry,” he kissed your cheek.

Matthew’s not a sadist, but he likes it when you beg. He likes it when you can’t stop yourself from weeping underneath him, and grabbing at his torso. He likes that if he pushes himself deep enough inside you that you cry out like he’s touching your ribcage.

It’s weird, and it’s definitely not his thing. What the fuck is going on?

You went at it like rabbits for a while there. And Matthew held himself back to the point he couldn’t breathe. When the two of you took a break to eat, you burned yourself on the stove and made a high pitched squeal that sounded way too familiar. And Matthew started thinking all these thoughts and reminiscing right there in the kitchen and it was too much. He cleaned at the burn and wrapped it in a bandage as you winced, and it made his body tense. He didn’t fuck you then and there because, well, he was hungry, and also didn’t know how to process his emotions.

Matthew’s not a sadist. But he wanted to hurt you for real. And he hated himself for it. Because you being in pain is just, an awful thought for him. But it sent a rush of blood to his dick everytime he thought about it and it was stressing him out.

You had to initiate it the next time you two had sex, and Matthew was a lot more passive than usual. He let you ride him and you had one leg kneeling on the bed and the other with your foot on the mattress. He liked the view, he liked it a lot. But what got him was the way you tangled your hands in your hair. He had this uncontrollable urge to grip your hair, so he did. And without thinking, he pulled at it. Hard. And you all but yelped in his ear.

For a second, he thought to pull himself away, but you began to ride him faster, whimpering and whining in ecstasy. So he did it again, and he dug his nails into your scalp, and sucked on your neck until you were swatting at his arms. It all stimulated you so much, that you came in minutes, and crumbled like it took all the life out of you.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You mumbled something incoherent and he chuckled.

Matthew’s not a sadist. But that was fun.

You did it again just a day later, and his hand snaked around your throat. You looked into his eyes, and gave him a look that demanded he tighten his grip. He did, and you drooled on his chest while you trembled and clawed at his wrist.

You’re not a masochist, but when Matthew slapped your ass one day as a joke, you gasped and bent over the bed just to test him. You didn’t think he would slap it again with more force. Neither did he, he just did. It left a big ole red hand print on your skin and Matthew thought it was hilarious.

“I’d do it again if you let me,” he said.

“I’d let you.”

Matthew’s not a sadist, but that was good to know.

Because one day you were particularly loud. Your voice was high enough to shake the walls, the headboard was taking a beating. Matthew had your throat in his grasp and he just kept squeezing until you were gasping and he released you very suddenly. He didn’t know why but he slapped you silly. Literally, you just went crossed eyed and whined out his name. “Ow, Mattheeeeeew,” and his eyes softened, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he ranted.

You gripped onto his wrist tightly and put his hand to your face, using it to limply hit your face.

Matthew’s not a sadist, but your face was swollen by the end of the night.

You’d never hurt Matthew either, it was never even a thought. But he got cocky one night and started edging you like it was a game. Teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it to just to get you close. Then pulling his mouth away at the last second until you were shaking and crying. You sounded like a broken squeaky toy and it made him laugh. And he slapped your inner thigh with a playful and carless force that made you whimper.

And he must’ve hit you too hard one time, because you kicked him and square in the chest. He flew back, but caught himself before he collided with the mattresss. “Fuck,” he giggled.

“I’m sorry! Oh, my God, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth with both hands.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered, laying himself down between your legs. “But you will be.”

Matthew’s not a sadist, but that was the night you found out you bruise like a peach.

He’s not a sadist, nope, not at all. And you’re not a masochist. But this thing — like all things that are meant to be — just makes sense.

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years ago

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Sentence Starter - Part 2

I decided to gather all my Sentence Starters in a post. This is the second round!

I know I already said thankys before but, really, thank you so much for your support, it means the world for me. <3

[~.~]

[Gee these covers are lumpy, better fix the covers up!]

"Gee, these covers are lumpy, better fix the covers up!" Mina wormed her hands under the giggly boy, fishing a loud shriek as she vibrated her thumb between his shoulder blades and her other hand squeezed his sides, resulting in a more desperate wiggling from her victim. "Squish, squish, squish the squirmy Ojiro to fix all the lumps!"

"I AHAHAM NOT A COHOHOVER!"

"Hmmm, I don't know if I am convinced," her eyes glinted when the blond arched his back and her hands immediately dashed to scratch his incredibly, horribly ticklish lower back. "I mean, why else would I find such a cute squeaky toy, oops, I mean, cover in my bed?" Bubbly squeals painted Ojiro's laughter almost as strong as the red that painted his cheeks as he shook his head, protesting.

"I ahaham not s-squeheheaky!" Mina's nails scribbled and grazed on his ribs, the quick, high pitched sounds that flied from his lips contradicting his own words. "That doesn't prove anything!" The tailed teenager managed to breath out before descending in belly laughter again.

His pink friend matched his laughter in response, slowing her silly tickly attack as tears began to form on the other's eyes, pinching and poking his tummy in order to keep the adorable giggles filling the air. The cute wiggles from him and his tail were a bonus, as well.

"Hard day?"

Ojiro nodded, a smile still plastered on his face.

"It was. Your behed is fluffyhihihi. Sorry fohohor intrudihihing."

She waved his worries off, "it's no problem! Just give me a warn next time so I won't lay on you again, okay?"

Ojiro snickered, remembering the scared screams from they both when a few minutes ago Mina decided to jump on her bed and didn't even realize the strange lump that was Ojiro sleeping under all the comforters and plushies.

"I will."

"Good." The pink haired girl then cracked her fingers, a dangerous smirk spreading on her face, probably an effect of being Bakugou's friend, and making goosebumps ran freely on Ojiro's spine.

"No no nohoho!" He shot his hands up in an a placating gesture, excited giggles already falling from his mouth. "I already agreed with you! Please!"

Mina pouted in faux empathy. "Sorry, friendo, but your squeaky squeaks and wiggly wiggley wiggles are just too much cute for me to not tickle you again!"

"Ihihi don't," a snort cut his sentence, "I don't dohoho any of that!" He says, in between his wiggles and squeaks.

"Well," She attacked his armpits, a blinding smile taking over her features as the other began to giggle and snicker non stop. "I am sure we can compromise, eventually."

[~.~]

[I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in, star student]

"I wouldn't say that with the position you're in, star student." Sero grinned, the non said threat falling heavily between them.

Todoroki blinked, stopping his struggles to lay limply on the floor, still staring the black haired friend on top of him, the fake dagger pressed on his neck.

"It doesn't make sense." Sero threw his hands up, exasperated. Shoto turned to look at Momo, who signalized at Jirou to stop the filmation. "If he's just got into my house in the middle of the night to kill me how does he know about my grades?"

"Well, maybe you just look like a super genius or something!" The other actor retorted, shoving his face on his hands and then on the floor as Todoroki stared at him with an unconvinced expression.

"Or," Kaminari jumped in, ignoring his friends dramatics "he can be his archenemy, building his hate and revenge plan since Todoroki did.... Something bad at him in the school."

Todoroki piked up at the opportunity to put another conspiracy in the movies' plot. "That could make sense."

"Don't encourage him." Jirou smirked at the protesting 'hey!' shouted by the other, preparing another snarky remark before being cut by Momo's voice.

"We're not making any more changes on the plot. We will just remake this scene and then everyone can go home, okay?"

"I think Izuku would lose it if we asked for him to rewrite another part." Nods and mumbles of agreement to Sero's words filled the room as all the occupants remembered the boy's determined rant of why the dagger's blade shouldn't be completely straight nor silver. "Anyway, I still need to buy that new Fatgum's game that came out. Let's move on."

"I can't," the dual haired actor claimed, a blank face "you're sitting on top of me."

And, for a moment, as the pun sank on his friends' brain, only silence met him.

Then Jirou and Kaminari immediately broke in loud laughter, Momo hiding her own chuckles behind her hand.

"Oh my god," Sero bit his own laughter in order to try to look at least a bit serious as he attempted to glare at Shoto. "You think you are so funny, don't you?"

Smugly, Todoroki let the corner of his lips twitch.

"Let me help you to show what is funny, then!"

"Wait-" but he was too late, before the words even came out from his mouth Sero was already dancing his fingers on his sides, switching between squeezing them quickly to scribbling and prodding at his ribs, yelps and guffaws already spinning in the air. "Dohohon't! Wait, wahahahait!!"

The black haired friend laughed with him, his blinding smile and uncontrollable giggles being too much adorable to resist. "I think you actually meant 'I am very sorry for ever complaining about your great performance, my amazing friend Sero.', right?"

Todoroki shook his head, gasping and squirming harder when Sero experimented clawed at his stomach, a series of quiet nononono's and pleaseplease's spilling freely from his lips.

"Tsk. Not even close, man. But don't worry, we have aaaaall the afternoon." A snort escaped from Todoroki and he hid his face on his hands, making Jirou 'aww' and Kaminari shout a 'wait wait make he do it again!' "So take your time, OK?" And then, in a quieter voice "If I go too much far just hold my wrists and I will stop."

A barely there nod showed that the other had heard him, however, as his hands continued to hid his face, bright laughter and shy giggles still filled the studio for much more time.

[~.~]

[Oh yeah! I told you’d they’d win! Ha! Pay up, Midoriya!]

"Oh yeah! I told you they'd win! Ha! Pay up, Midoriya!"

"B-but this is not fair! Tokoyami bought the victory by offering to do Shoji's dishes! That is not a-!

"There is nothing against this in the rules." Tokoyami shrugged, still panting from the sparring. "And I just remembered there is Midnight-sensei's paper for tomorrow that I didn't even start."

"Sorry, Midoriya. But we will have much more training in the future, still, and your analysis really helped me! You're right, maybe starting to use some weapon, since a hand to hand combat can give my quirk some damage, will be a good advantage." The taller teenager waved at them, Dark Shadow mirroring him enthusiastically as they followed Tokoyami back at the dorms. "I should search for options before choosing. Thank you for the cheering."

Kaminari waved back before turning to Izuku, his smile getting bigger as he saw his protesting pout. "Aww, is someone angy?" He hugged him from behind, snickering when he saw a glimpse of a smile on the other's expression before an exaggerated frown took over, green eyes deviating from his teasing grin.

"I know you want to smile. ~" Denki delivered a couple of pokes on his stomach, an evil idea full of wiggly fingers and giggly squeals blossoming on his mind. "Maybe the 1-A sunshine need some cheering up after being such sore loser? ~"

Midoriya turned on his embrace, now being face to face at him, determination burning on his features.

"Maybe I do!"

And then he blew a raspberry right on that spot where his neck and collarbone met. A loud, surprised squeak answered him and he was quick to dig on Kaminari's hips, being so careful and so mindful to give plenty of attention and tickles to every sensitive inch of flesh, don't forgetting to still deliver smaller raspberries at random spots on the blond's neck, successfully ending with all his coordination to get revenge.

"Whahahahat!! That is nOT-" A snort, more bubbly giggles. "That is not fahahhair!!!"

"But you're helping me to cheer up. See, I have no more pouts and no more frowns thanks to you!"

"Then stop!"

Kaminari tried to squirm his way out of the ticklish embrace, finding that maybe bringing Midoriya to his lap when he decided to tickle-hug him wasn't his best idea.

"I don't know. I think I am still a bit grumpy..." He stopped his attack in order to gently trace that spot right on the blond's right third rib, drawing circles around it and trying to not giggle together when Denki's bubbly snickers filled the air. "Maybe you amazing laughter can help me with that!"

[~.~]

[You know, this fluffy duster feels a lot like your tail...]

"You know, this fluffy duster feels a lot like your tail..." Izuku said, thoughtfully, a particular idea shining on his mind that may or may not was inspired by yesterday's Great Tickle Fight.

"Really?" Ojiro, (un)fortunately, didn't notice the danger hidden on the smaller's words, petting the duster and the fluff on his tail for a bit in comparison. "It really is. But it's not stronger like mine tail!" He made a show of flexing the aforementioned, both chickling at his silliness. "Oh, are you going to clean the curtains? I can help!"

A plan formed on Izuku's mind. He controlled his features to not show the playful grin that threatened to take over his face.

"Yes. Could you hold that part right there?" He pointed to a high spot on the fabric. "I can't research it."

"No problem!" The blond smiled and did as asked, not realizing the way Midoriya stepped closer nor how his shirt exposed a small patch on his stomach with his new position. "Like this?"

"Yes!" Izuku, then, shoved the fluffly, soft, tickly duster under his shirt, instigating a loud squeak to escape from the other.

"Midoriya!!"

But he didn't let go of the curtain, a smile spreading on his face.

"Yes?"

"Dohon't"

The green haired boy slightly moved the duster, quick enough to make the bristles of the feathers to barely tease the skin, but only that. Another yelp and a few giggles leading Ojiro to try to hide his red face on his shoulder.

"Don't what?" He beamed.

A small shook of head, a shy giggle. "Ihim not falling for thahat."

"Aw. But I am going to tickle you anyway!" Ojiro yelped, trying to curl on himself, however immediately regretting his decision as the movement shot light shocks across his torso, every feather following his squirms. "Yes! I am going to tickle, tickle, tickle you until all those cutes squeals and nice laughter trapped inside are free. As a future hero, it's my job to help them!"

"Dohohon't say that word." His words were in vain, especially because now Midoriya carried that determined look, thoughts racing on his mind as his hands continued to keep the duster on the same place.

"Maybe I should try to tickle his stomach first? I could start wiggling the duster there and then change to his sides and ribs or maybe I could start on his sides and ribs going up and down a few times and then tickle his stomach as I change from a side to another. The element of surprise is always a powerful tool so I should always change from going extremely soft and low to more quick attacks! I wonder if I can try it on his tail too? I could-"

"Ihihizuku, please!" The one being called snapped out of his rambling by a very flustered, giggly Ojiro, who still held the curtains as if his life depended on it. "J-juhust do it already, plehease."

And Izuku was happy to oblige.

[~.~]

[As nice as this is, we really should get up]

"As nice as this is, we really should get up." Tokoyami said softly, patting the green hair of the head which rested on his shoulder, - it was really as fluffy as it looked! - almost snorting when Midoriya squinted his eyes at the credit's playing on the screen. "Everyone else already went to their room."

Izuku looked around, as if he just realized all his friends decided to call it a night when President Mic - who has been called both due his good taste in movies and to keep an eye on them and their ability to cause chaos - woke up half of the class as he fell asleep in a bad position and started snoring, accidentally activating his quirk.

"It's not-" A yawn cut Izuku's words and pulled Tokoyami away from his thoughts. "It's not a movie night if we can't watch at least five movies."

"Oh no, the horrible punishments that the Universe will bought upon us after such terrible offense. What we shall do in the face of that helpless fate?"

Midoriya lightly shoved him away, a sleepy smile taking all the seriousness from his frown. "N't f'nny."

Tokoyami started to softly scribble his fingers on the other's neck, following him as he tiredly wiggled away, no real fight on his movements.

"Then why are you laughing?"

"Tohohokoyami! Naha!"

"What? Wait... Is this the punishment from the Universe?" Maybe it was because it was so rare for his friend being this playful, or because the drops of faked seriousness painting his words, but Midoriya found himself giggling harder, a bubbly tittering escaping as the tickling traveled to behind his ears. "Giggling and wiggling until we inevitably give up and decide to watch movies until the end of our brief mortal existence, oh, the pain."

"You're so sihihihilly!"

"Me, the embodiment of darkness ‘silly’? Oh, Midoriya, what have they done to you?" His tune was bathed in faux pity.

"Plehehehease!" Tokoyami decided to travel to the smaller boy's sides, scratching and poking them lightly enough to keep the flow of airy laughter and rare squeaks as a reward for the sudden, quick pinches. "It tickles! It tickles so much!"

"The Universe is tickling you? Will the cruelness ever end? Ah, the struggles someone as ticklish, so, so ticklish as you must be going through... Do not give up, Midoriya!" He did his best to not huff in amusement as the aforementioned hugged him, hiding his face oh his chest and muffling his louder laughter due the teases. "Don't let its darkness to dim your light."

His fingertips grazed the back of his ribs, Izuku only giggled harder, "Okahahay, Okay! We- no, not there! - we can go slehehehep!"

Tokoyami stopped the light tickling, waiting for the moment green eyes locked on his before proceeding, a deadly serious gaze on his face.

"Don't." Izuku warned.

"But the Universe's punishment-"

"O-oh my GOD!"

[~.~]

[i did not say that!]

"I did not said that!" But the giggles were already spilling out.

"Yes!!" Izuku, the traitor, couldn't be any more happy, basically sparkling as the feathers of his wings fluffed up in amusement. "You did! You did! You did! I am totally going to do that, now!"

Kirishima was quick to retrieve a pillow and prepare it to a fight, pointing it at his guardian angel with a half groan, half giggle. "That is not fair, man!! You can't ask questions when I am about to sleep, I always say the first thing that pops in my mind!"

"It wasn't really my original intention," the angel smiled sheepishly. "Humans' need to sleep are still confusing to me... But!!" He crept closer, fingers wiggling. "That only means that when you said yesterday..."

"No."

"That you likes when I-"

"No!" Big smiles, small giggles. "Come on. Shut up!"

"-that you like when I tickle you-" The rest of the sentence was a squeak as the red haired boy jumped at him, his soft weapon firm on his hands, and both dashed across the room in a chase. "I knew it!" Izuku laughed, - laughed. Not shyly giggled or awkwardly grinned, - pleased that one of his theories about his protected human (and friend) was right.

Damn, Kirishima wanted to at least fake a pout and put on a real fight, but how could he when the magical being was acting so happily? When he was so full of joy?

That didn't stop him from tackling his friend on the floor, both rolling in a playful roughhousing and playing fair until Kirishima felt something incredibly, impossibly soft on his neck, wide eyes as he realized only now how Midoriya's wings were stretched around him, almost engulfing both beings on its length.

The soft feeling came back, now scribbling all over his neck, sending tickly shocks through his body and weaking his strength, something which allowed the other launch his arms around his waist, hugging Eijirou from behind and leaving him to freely stare at some free feathers that slowly swung on his direction, aiming for his tickle spots.

Izuku felt a bit worried when the human stopped squirming.

"If I last 30 seconds without laughing you will let me go to that Parkour classes on Monday."

"But they're dangerous," Eijirou interrupted him, "you can use your magic feathers."

He could almost feel the angel thinking, analysing his options.

"Forty-five seconds."

"I will get you back and ask Shinsou to help me."

Pout. "You're mean."

A feather wriggled on his bellybutton, cutting any snark answer that the human had to that.

More feathers appeared in front of him. Adrenaline ran on Kirishima's veins at the idea of his new challenge.

"Deal."

[...]

Sidenote: Shinsou is Kirishima's cat. He loves to randomly lay and nap on the angel, but for some reason his purring tickles Izuku. He likes to purr a lot. Izuku is almost sure the feline knows what he is doing. Kirishima think the whole situation is hilarious.

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the-tickly-faerie · 4 years ago

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Uncle Tommy Tickles

A/N this is ler!Tommy( a first for me cus I do love myself lee!Tommy) and lee!Michael. I don’t know how old Michael is so I made him 6 he also speaks English. In this story, Michael can go outside as long as he has another person with him. I hope you like it!

Michael was so happy! Uncle Tommy was babysitting him today his parents had to sometime today that he couldn’t join them, which made him sad. But, never less he got to see Uncle Tommy which made up for it. Tommy was his favorite babysitter but he wouldn’t tell him that. He liked techno because he was piglin like him but he didn’t play with him like Uncle Tommy did.

Michael was upstairs playing in his room when his dad called for him. “Michael come down here please uncle Tommy is here,” Tubbo shouted. Michael ran down the stairs and jumped into Tommy’s arms.

“Uncle Tommy,” Michael shouted as he jumped into Tommy’s arms. “Heya squirt,” Tommy said catching Michael in his arms and holding him. Tommy adored Michael, he was just so cute. When he first met him he just pretended to not like Michael, just to keep pretending that he was mad at Ranboo. He ended up telling Ranboo that he didn’t hate him and that he was just playing it up, which led to Ranboo being “Mad” so he tickled Tommy until Tommy apologized (maybe I’ll write this if you guys want it).

Tubbo and Ranboo left after giving Michael a kiss on the cheek and telling Tommy thank you. After they left Michael wanted to play outside so Tommy helped Michael put a jacket on because it was chilly and they went outside to play on the swing set that Michael got for his birthday. When Michael got bored they went up to Michaels’s room to play with toys. After a while Michael started to want tickles, uncle Tommy gave the best soft tickles(surprised I am too).

“Uncle Tommy,” Michael said while putting down a toy. “Yeah kiddo,” Tommy said looking at the kid. “Can I have some tickles?” Michael said quietly, while a blush starts growing on his face. “Awwwww sure kiddo. Come here kid,” Tommy cooed at the kid while holding his arms out. Michael runs into Tommy’s lap. Tommy rearranges him so that he is holding Michael like a baby.

“Ok giggle bug where do you want to be tickled first the tickle monster is hungry” Tommy said chuckling evilly. Michael blushed at this and pointed at his tummy. “Ok, you want tummy tickles aww that’s cute kid. Tommy starts to poke and squeeze Michael’s tummy. Michael didn’t even try to hold back his cute squeaky giggles while letting out a few snorts.

“ Those cute giggles can never get old isn’t that right my giggly piggy,” Tommy cooed. “Unchchchle Tohohommy,” Michael said, giggling. Tommy starts to blow raspberries and nibbles on Michael’s tummy. Michael started to let out a ton of squeals and snorts. “Omg! You sound like a little piglet, that’s so cute. You’re my little piglet,” Tommy said while slowing down after the raspberries. Michael blushed even more at this and started to push his hands at Tommy’s, which was their sign that he was done. Tommy rubbed his hand on Michael’s tummy to stop the tingles. Michael let out the last of his giggles and let out a yawn.

“Ok kiddo let’s go lay down because I bet you’re tired,” Tommy said while picking up Michael and walking him to his bed. Tommy lays him down and covers him but before he could leave Michael pulled at his shirt. “Uncle Tommy can you stay with me,” Michael says looking at Tommy. Tommy let out a soft smile. “Ok kid,” Tommy said getting into Michael’s bed(It’s a twin size). When Tubbo and Ranboo got home they found Tommy and Michael asleep and cuddling.

“Aw look at them they are so cute,” Tubbo said peaking in the room. “Yeah, he is much better with kids than I thought he would be,” Ranboo said chuckling softly. “Yeah he is, lets let the sleep,” Tubbo responded. “Yeah we should,” Ranboo said. Tubbo closed the door and he and Ranboo walked into the living room and watched tv.

#ler!tommy #lee!michael #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #mentioned tubbo #mentioned ranboo #fae writes

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captainficspace · 4 years ago

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Spring Fever

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves

A/N: I got bored on a break at work and it turned into this. I love my sweet boys more than I love having an actual setting in mind for this story. Hope y’all enjoy

Even though he couldn't feel the sun, Ben didn't say no to tagging along with Klaus on a garden meditation session. It was one of the warmest days so far judging by the budding flowers and his brother’s shorts, and he could see the wind muss the grass and rattle the windchimes, things he could see and fear but not feel. He thought about the sound as he sat beside Klaus on the ground, shutting his eyes and trying to regulate his breathing. How was he going to clear his mind when he was so already blocked off from things? The grass didn't even bend beneath him.

When he opened one eye, he saw Klaus facing the sun, eyes shut and peaceful. The light looked so warm, so welcome after the cold and dark of the winter. Ben tried to think about the warmth, to calm his mind and think about what he could be feeling. It felt nice to at least be with someone. He shut his eyes again and tried to think of more things he could be grateful for.

Something around him twitched, like someone had thrown a punch and barely missed him. Like the feeling of someone watching you sleep. Something cold? Not cold? Moving. He opened his eyes again, seeing the wind shake the tree branches. But he wasn’t just seeing. He was feeling.

"What-" Klaus startled, taking in what was happening as well. Ben reached out and grabbed a handful of grass, grinning at the cool, damp feeling of the ground and the sun on his face.

“Are you doing this?” He asked.

“I don’t know…but it’s a good day for you to feel things, right?” The wind picked up and Ben laughed at the feeling as it passed through his hair, throwing his coif off-center.

"Do you know how often I've wanted to mess up your hair?" Klaus asked. "What?"

"It's just been...obnoxiously perfect and it hasn't moved a strand out of place for thirteen years, man. I've wanted to mess it up so fucking bad."

Another gust of wind passed through, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Klaus. "Still not messed up enough."

"Klaus, don't!" It was too late. His brother had already pounced on him and took matters into his own hands, ruffling his hair and pushing it into his eyes until it about stood on end. Ben swatted at him uselessly, still not properly used to making physical contact with another person. He tipped back in trying to get away, propped up on his elbows and looking up at his brother, backlit by the sun

"Asshole. I can't even see my face in a mirror to fix it either."

Klaus pouted in mock-sympathy, reaching out to muss up his hair one more time. "Bastard." "I mean I could also mess up other things..."

"Haven't you done en-ACK!" He had decided that wrecking his hair wasn't enough and that his hoodie needed to be rumpled as well, running his hands over the surface and bunching up the fabric, occasionally sticking a leaf down his collar for good measure.

"You know you haven't changed this hoodie in over a decade? And I'm the gross one?" He went to jam a handful of grass down his back when Ben sputtered out a giggle, scrunching his shoulders and shaking his head.

"What?" Klaus knew exactly what he was doing, but still wanted to hear Ben say it. The second he had made contact with the back of his neck, his smile had turned devious.

"Nothing!" Ben’s neck was still all bunched up and his cheeks were turning pink. He tried to crawl away but Klaus was back on top of him again.

"No!"

"Yes!" He finished shoving the grass down his collar with one hand and skittered behind his brother's ear with the other, making Ben curl up on the ground in an attempt to defend himself.

Klaus' hands tickled and the grass tickled as it went from his neck down his back and rolling around just made it tickle worse. He couldn’t stop a few more giggles from bubbling out of him. When he lifted up the hem of his hoodie to try and shake some out, he realized he made the biggest mistake of all.

"Aww!! I couldn't forget about that of course!" And now he was fucked, showing off his worst spot to Klaus in the most corporeal state he had been in ages. "No! Not there. Please not there."

"Pathetic little Benny, already begging."

"Please." He didn't care he was whining. His hair was never going to look right again and he had grass down his shirt. Any dignity he has gone outside with was obliterated.

He was trying to pull the hem down and cover his bare stomach but Klaus already had his arms pinned to his chest.

"Not there!"

"Not where?"

"There!"

"Here?" Ben bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to give his brother the satisfaction. If he looked Klaus in the eyes he knew he would start laughing, really laughing, and wouldn't be able to stop. His nerves were on fire from the grass and the wrestling and his brother's evil hands.

"Tickletickletickle!" He drummed his fingertips right at the waistline of his jeans, teasing him. Ben only squirmed, biting his lip but his mouth still turning up at the edges. Little snorts and choked sounding squeaks escaped him from his attempts at holding it in. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, at least as long as he could help it.

"No!!"

"Yes!"

Klaus must have gotten bored with teasing because he slowly started making his way up his torso, the touches more scratchy, more tickly.

Ben tried to kick him off but Klaus was already across his legs, their limbs hopelessly tangled as they rolled around in the yard. Klaus kneaded at the soft parts around his sides and it was driving him wild, his reserve finally breaking and uncontrollable laughter finally taking over. He hadn't even been able to feel the wind five minutes ago and here he was feeling everything. His body was oversensitive and he couldn't even fight back properly if he wanted to.

Maybe he didn't completely want to. There was a small part of him that was glad this was happening. He missed the feeling of his nerves standing on end, of laughing so hard his entire frame shook and his ribs smarted. He threw his head back against the ground and covered his face, letting Klaus win this round because he knew it was a rigged game from the start.

"Come on...let me hear my little squeaky toy." Ben curled up on his side away from his brother, still not going to give in to him completely if he could help it. He couldn't help his gasps and muffled giggles or the squeaks that escaped around his hands, but he wasn’t going to give Klaus complete surrender.

"I have ways, Ben-Ben." Ben tried to sass him, but his laughter choked out his words. Klaus' hands found their way right around the sides of his portal where he knew he was the absolute worst, pinching up and down the sensitive bare skin.

Ben spasmed, rolling onto his back and flailing in any direction he could just to make the sensation stop. Klaus was laughing too now, the bastard. The sound of the two of them wrestling like children could probably be heard from the house, the mingling of his squeaks and Klaus’ snorts. The touches were scratchy or solid or unbearably soft, different enough each time that he could never adjust to the feeling.

"I hate you," he gasped out when Klaus finally gave him a chance to catch his breath.

"You love me. You love this." He made his hands into claws and vibrated them against his belly, throwing back his head and cackling as Ben let out a particularly silly sounding screech. "Liar!"

"Oh really? What was that, Bentacles...or should I say Ben-tickles?"

"You're t-the HA-worst!" Klaus rubbed his knuckles down the front of his ribcage, just gently enough to send him into a new wave of hysterics.

He finally got his fill of tormenting his brother shortly after, climbing off him and laying by his side in the grass as they caught their breath.

Ben sniffled and wiped his eyes, still unable to stop the giggles from bursting through him. He felt completely ridiculous, but he felt somehow lighter in this corporeal form if that was possible. When was the last time he and Klaus had felt so carefree? Even for a few minutes? His body was alight with endorphins and he still had that dizzy, loopy feeling coiled in his stomach. It felt like there was nothing but sunlight and grass and evil hands attacking his belly and ribs.

"Did I break you?" Ben had to try and start his sentence a good three or four times, something good and sassy to really show him what torture he had gone through. However, there was a disconnect between what he wanted to say and what his body was capable of doing. He sputtered and squeaked around his words before finally giving up and hiding his face in Klaus' shoulder as he cried with laughter. He was officially tickled stupid and they both knew it.

"I can't breathe, asshole." He said at last.

"You don't need to breathe. Your face was getting super red though, giggles." He pinched Ben’s cheek and he tried to scowl at him around that stupid smile that refused to leave his face.

"I don't giggle."

"Do you know how many tickles it takes to make you giggle? Ten-tickles." He laughed at his own joke and reached for Ben's ribs.

"No more!" He pulled back, hugging himself as Klaus tried to get his hands under his hoodie once again.

"No, more?" Ben curled up on his side, ready to fight if need be, but he was already giggling again with the anticipation, begging in-between hiccups as Klaus loomed over him, fingers wiggling. He aimed for his neck and Ben squeezed his eyes shut out of reflex, but Klaus just ruffled his hair one more time and flopped beside him, tucking his hands behind his head.

"Don't worry. I'm done. For now." The two of them finally relaxed side by side, feeling the sun on their faces and buzzing with happiness, Ben still letting out the occasional wheeze as he pulled himself together. He couldn't even look at Klaus or he would start laughing all over again, so he and his brother settled for watching the clouds. Meditation was great, but what they needed this time was to be loud and silly and feel every part of the day they could.

"You're so dead." Ben said once he had recovered. He honestly felt like he could have fallen asleep right there and then after that tickle attack, but his need for vengeance was giving him a second wind.

"No, you," Klaus countered, though maybe not giving the response as much thought as he should have.

Ben looked at Klaus in disbelief before rolling his eyes and pouncing on his brother as he shrieked out apologies in-between cackles, giving him his own chance to be overwhelmed with the sillies. He could have settled for a relaxing afternoon, but now it was time to make his brother pay. Ben had a feeling he had been asking for it and it just felt so good to make contact with anyone again. Especially when he got to mess up Klaus' hair as well.

#tua tickle fic

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cant-blink · 4 years ago

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Favorite and Least Favorite Ghidorah Incarnations

Probably gonna regret making this post, but it’s been a long time coming, so let’s do it. I guess I should warn, not suitable for people sensitive to opinions that might be different from their own. Can’t believe I have to say that about a list of fav Ghidorahs, but alas...

Anyway, enjoy!

Let’s start with my Top 5 favorite Ghidorahs! Going from my most favorite down! All five of these are amazing and any one can easily become my #1 at any given time! :D But at the moment, my number 1 is...

Showa Ghidorah

Showa Ghidorah should come to nobody’s surprise, given how much I’ve been writing about him lately! I admit though, it wasn’t always like this. It took some time for him to grow on me, and he actually used to be one of my least favorite through design alone. But he has grown exponentially on me, and now I love everything about him! The manes are unique and I love the crescent moons on his heads too. His eyes are so big, and I feel they have more expression compared to other Ghidorahs. And the inspiration of the more traditional Eastern-style dragon is there in his face too.

His backstory and personality, though, is what really got me to change my mind about the character. His personality is perfect as far as I’m concerned! Coming from space to destroy planets just for the lolz, cackling maniacally all the way! Even the fact he was mind-controlled was something for me to delve into in my stories, on how such a thing impacts the character. It really opened my eyes to the more subtle parts to his personality, like I realize that Ghiddy wants NOTHING to do with Earth. He tried to destroy it once and that failure is all he needed to know to stay away. The plot device of mind-control is used to keep him coming back in future movies! Even when he defeated Godzilla and Rodan, he chose to fly away back into space! There’s layers to his character if you look deep enough!

There’s just so much story-potential to this guy, I love it! Even in real life, he has an arc, going from one of my least favorites to being the top of this list! That’s definitely special!

Overall, a lot of love for this character, often wrestling with Legendary for the number 1 spot! Speaking of which...

Legendary Ghidorah

The one that started it all for me and they’re second on the list?! Blasphemy!! Nah, seriously though, Showa and Legendary really do often switch places for me all the time! Just right now, Showa has squeezed into the top spot. For now........

Anyway, Legendary Ghidorah needs no explanation for being a favorite incarnation of the character. Whilst Godzilla has always been a very vague presence in my life, KotM’s is what had me diving headfirst into the fandom, all because of Ghidorah. Their design is amazing, sleek and intimidating! The detail that they whip up storms just by flying creates an awesome menacing atmosphere everytime they’re on screen!

The personalities between the heads is unique, providing all sorts of material for my writer side to explore! Their backstory is left open for me to explore as well, like where they came from and how their species functions! It’s been a lot of fun! I may be slightly burnt out from how much I’ve written and posted about them, but make no mistake, I still ADORE this Ghidorah and I have them to thank for starting this whole page in the first place!

Shin Ghidorah

That’s right, Shin Ghidorah exists in official TOHO canon and he needs more love!!

Shin Ghidorah was one I was introduced to not long after I learned Kamata-kun (oh, and Shin Godzilla) was a thing. With my obsession with Ghidorah, I wanted to know if there was a Ghidorah in the Shin universe and after some digging, I found that there was! Featured in a ride in Universal Studios Japan! And better yet, videos of it exists on youtube! I loved it the second I saw it!

The design is amazing and surprisingly unique! This is because Shin Ghidorah was originally a scrapped concept for the original Showa Ghidorah! Like, Shin Ghidorah is basically an oversized three-headed Skullcrawler with wings! Because you see those “legs” he has? Those are actually ARMS!! Ghidorah could’ve been a giant Skullcrawler all this time!!

I also love his movements, oddly enough. He doesn’t just fly, he SWIMS though the air, something I don’t recall seeing in any other Ghidorah!

The only thing I don’t like about him... is the fact that he wasn’t around longer! A shame the ride is so short, I would’ve LOVED to see more of him in a movie. Oh well...

Grand/Cretaceous Ghidorah

Both are the same individual, so they’re both in this entry! I remember learning about him through a video talking about Ghidorah’s most sadistic moment and this was it. Grand Ghidorah kidnaps children with the sole intent to devour them, but he doesnt eat them right away, no. He holds them hostage to stew in their terror, returning to them every so often just to listen to their screams and cries. You know he’s enjoying every minute, knowing he’s torn families apart. Without a doubt, all this is just a game before he destroys the world as Ghiddys do. The way he toyed with Mothra Leo, leaving him to suffer after beating him to near-death. Or the way he possessed one of the Mothra twins to try to kill her own sister! It was great! He has such a regal design too! I can see why the fanbase have come to call him Grand King Ghidorah, he’s absolutely majestic. Shame he’s overshadowed, likely due to not being in a Godzilla movie.

Cretaceous Ghidorah has a more Western-dragon look to him and it works. He is basically a baby Ghidorah and he is so cute! His big eyes and squeaky roars, I love it! He also SOMEHOW made me feel sorry for my least favorite dinosaur! That's some true power right there!

The regeneration ability too, is amazing! This is likely where Legendary got the idea, but Grand does it better by regenning from just a small piece of tail left behind. Just badass, all around!

Void Ghidorah

A controversial pick, I know. I made a whole post about my detailed thoughts on Void Ghidorah, see here. Long story short: I think he has great potential, just suffered from piss poor execution. I love the idea of turning this alien dragon into an interdimensional GOD, with followers and everything. His full-body model looks amazing! He’s the biggest and most powerful Ghidorah yet, the biggest kaiju in the entire franchise in fact, and I don’t see him ever being topped. Granted, I dun really judge how much I like a kaiju based on how strong they are, but it’s a bonus here. He needs all the help he can get!

Adding more, his roars are insane, not just a combination of Showa and Heisei Ghidorah! But sounds that are truly otherworldly.

Void Ghidorah deserves love, and a better movie. Guess I’ll just settle on Godzilla: Star-eating Wings as the go-to Void Ghidorah video!

I have no real opinion on the new ride Ghidorah, as I have yet to watch the full "movie” and thus, can’t judge how well I’ll like it compared to the others. So for now, tis neutral.

Now I’m totally going to get hate for this list of “least favorite Ghidorahs”, but this is my opinion. I don’t like any of them, and they’re all outshined by my favorite non-Ghidorah kaijus, and some even being beaten by my “meh” kaijus! Anyway, this is gonna go from “best” least favorite to my “worst” least favorite. Here goes:

Heisei/Mecha-Ghidorah

Tis no secret that I don’t particularly like Heisei’s version of the character. I’ve mentioned it more than enough. Oddly though, I liked the design when I first looked through Ghidorahs from past movies, and I DISLIKED Showa Ghidorah’s design. How things have changed when I learned more about both of them...

Now I’ve grown to not like Heisei very much. They took Ghidorah as an alien dragon that destroys planets for fun, and turned him into pets that I’m sure are meant to be cute, but just remind me of Furby’s in how creepy they are (tis not the good kind of creepy either!). I like the scrapped idea of him being an attempt to clone Showa Ghidorah from DNA left behind when he destroyed Venus, so I keep that canon in my head just for some attempt to like him more. Tis why I call him “Kitty Ghiddy” whenever I write him, I legit cannot take him seriously. Such a shame that he’s basically replaced Showa Ghiddy on merchandise, so it’s harder for me to find said Showa Ghiddy because of this thing. Oh, well.

Oh, and he replaced the BIDIBIDI of Showa with generic Rodan calls. And he also turns into a good guy at the end of the movie with Mecha-Ghidorah, and.... well, go down to the next entry for my thoughts on stuff like that.

GMK Ghidorah

He’s a good guy here. They nerfed the fuck out of him by having him be a juvenile (not even done well like Cretaceous Ghidorah), and turned him into a good guy. Granted, he was never meant to be in this movie in the first place and it shows. I’m a villain kind of person, and Ghidorah’s evilness is one of the biggest draws to his character for me. So taking that away... It just doesn’t work for me. It says something when I like GODZILLA more than Ghidorah in a movie. His design is okay, so at least he has that going. But...

Desghidorah

I really don’t like the design of the character. That’s literally it. I think four-legged Ghidorahs are very awkward looking; Ghidorah has a lot going on as is, three heads, two wings, two legs, two tails. Adding more legs... it’s just too much going on that tips the scales from ‘awesome’ to ‘messy’ in my mind. I can’t explain too well why I really don’t like the four-legged look to Ghidorahs, I just really don’t. But credit, he does pull off the look slightly better than the last one on my list.

AND MY LEAST FAVORITE GHIDORAH AND LIKELY TO GET A MOB ON ME IS.....

Keizer Ghidorah/Monster X

“An awkward horse” is what someone described him to me as, and I can’t help but agree. Again, that four-legged look breaks it for me but somehow, he looks EVEN MORE awkward than Des. I just can’t look passed it. Maybe it’s the front legs, or the wings looking too small for his body. Des just LOOKS a bit more natural in his four-legged-ness.

Making it worse for me, Keizer has a second form that I REALLY don’t like: Monster X. They don’t even resemble each other. I can’t help but feel MX was supposed to be his own Kaiju, but they felt pressured to make Ghidorah the final boss so they combined them. Dunno if that’s the case, but it feels like that to me. Not even getting into the “how the hell does a dragon come out of THAT, where does it all GO when he changes back?”. And the biggest thing: I don’t like human-looking characters. I don’t care for human characters at all in any sort of media, or anything that resembles humans too closely. I skip human scenes entirely just to get to the monsters. Tis why I don’t really care for gijinkas either. As far as I’m concerned, I like the kaiju for being kaiju, and making them human just takes away all things interesting.

If Ghidorah kept everything intact about his personality, but you made him human... I wouldn’t even give his character a second glance, much less devote my Tumblr page to him! But yeah, tangent over. Monster X just looks too human for my tastes.

Plus, tis hard to compete for my attention when you’re in the same movie as FW Gigan! It says something when Showa Gigan and Showa Ghidorah can share the screen and I love them both, but FW Gigan completely outshines FW Ghidorah...

So there we go, a complete list of my thoughts for every Ghidorah incarnation that I can think of. Hopefully I didn’t miss any. Again, these are my opinions and you’re free to like whatever Ghidorah. I’mma sleep now.

#ghidorah #king ghidorah #godzilla

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years ago

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Part 3.

Summary. Iwazuimi thinks up an awful idea to help Kentarou get his anger out.

Warnings. Vomit, chipped tooth, blood. Sad boi Kentarou

Kentarou walked with you still in his grip till you were off school grounds. The cold air stung your legs and all you wanted to do was lay down.. and check what that cracking noise was. Kentarou dropped his grip on you and your hand went straight to your mouth to rub at your cheek in little circles, fuck it hurt..

After a minute you decided to just reach in and see if anything was broken, your jaw ached from having to open up so wide but you ignored it. Kentarou watched you with a tilted head and twitching eyebrow. Oh please, he thought. As if you broke any..-

When he watched you pull out a chipped tooth his fingers reached out to you for a minute making the veins in his hands dance around against his skin. The wince your body did when you pulled it out sent a chill up his spine. Oh shit, oh fuck. Why. Dammit. The look you gave him was fake, he knew it. He could see it in your eyes you wanted to break down right there.

You waved your other hand around assuring him it was fine, unsure if you should talk or not. You needed to get home though, and fast.. Kentarou watched you limp for a few steps till you almost fell. He caught you and pulled your arm over his shoulders and grabbed your side with his free one helping you steady.

“Just tell me where your damn house is” was all he said too you.

You felt relieved slightly but.. everything still hurt. You guided Kentarou to your home and you had to make up some story for your parents when they saw the state you were in; swollen cheeks, ripped knee high and holding your stomach. You told them some thug tried to rob you and Kentarou saved you. They believed you and before they could thank him he already left.

•••

Kentarou was already down the street far away from you, hurting you. God damn it this was not helping his anger. If anything it made it worse. He pulled his phone from his pocket dialing , when Iwazuimi answered he punched a brick wall. “This isint working. I chipped her god damn tooth .” He growled leaning into the cold hard building staring at his now bloody knuckles watching the blood trickle down the lines in his fingers dripping down to his wrist slithering to his elbow. “I was so angry ..seeing her in those fucking thigh highs. I know everyone was looking at her” he rolled facing the brick wall running his nails along it waiting for Iwazuimi to say something.

Iwazuimi was quiet while his friend unloaded on him. Yeah, this was a awful idea why did he come up with this Iwa-Kun you dunce. They would be in real hot water if you told anyone but you really seemed like you wouldint do that. “Kentarou, i need to tell you something about her.” There was a long pause on both ends if you dont count Kentarous endless heavy huffing and puffing. After a long thinking session Iwa-Kun spoke up .

Kentarou grabbed his side, he felt very hot all of a sudden, his head heavy and his throat felt like it had a heavy piece of food in it. He heaved a few times trying to steady his breathing but it was no use. He was down on his knees staring at the vomit on the ground in front of him , his phone on his lap. He coughed a few times and leaned forward grabbing his phone , his free arm above his head his fingers in his buzz cut. He felt like total shit and now his stomach was aching hard from rejecting his lunch. A few tears fell from his eyes down his cheeks . “She likes watching.. me play..”

Iwazuimi had to go fetch Kentarou himself because he really could not get home himself right now. Seeing his friend in such a state. The Mad Dog as Oikawa called him, was on his knees hunched over his own vomit crying into the cold cement unable to pull himself together. The fact that you enjoyed watching him play made him sick to his stomach. You enjoyed someone as mean as him, as pushy.. as abusive as him. You were not a chew toy. You were a gift . A god damn gift.

Iwazuimi pulled his friend up handing him some water that he sipped and spit back out to freshen his mouth for the time being. He leaned on the third year all the way home not saying anything at all. He wasint gonna talk and Iwazuimi was not going to force him. The whole walk home he tried to think about what to do to make this up to you .. if he even could.

Iwazuimi took the time to reflect on this whole event that he caused. You were so innocent and shy, not a bruise to be seen on your body, should he tell Kentarou that youve been wanting to approach him? Maybe. But now was not the right time, and it might mean more if you say it yourself. He got Kentarou home safe and sound and Iwazuimi went home himself. Both boys thought long and hard about this whole situation.

•

The next day you were in so much pain all over; your stomach was on fire and you had a bruise on your left knee and right cheek. You wanted to wear thigh highs but it was probably not a good idea.. You did though use make up to cover up your purple cheek. You fixed your hair and left for school , heart beating fast. The whole night you were awake thinking about what happened. The look he had on his face when he saw you stumble along looked pained and shocked as of he was thinking “i caused that.” Was he okay? Was he sad…

Kentarou avoided you all day; dodging you whenever he saw you or giving you an angry look whenever you locked eyes. You were limping and everytime you tried to walk towards him he just took off in the other direction blending in with the crowd of other teens. He was no where to be found at lunch either, not at his usual spot with his team eating a melon bun. He would be at practice though. And you were gonna ask him if he was okay.

After school you walked slowly towards the gym holding your stomach rubbing tbe giant bruise you had on it. You were in so much pain but you had to ignore it for now. You were almost there.

When you did arrive Oikawa was coming up behind you passing you with a smile on his face and a slightly purple nose. He dipped down to your height grinning at you. “Y/n chan! How can i help you?”

“Kawa.. is..” god you needed to sit down.. “Kentarou here..”

Oikawa tilted his head looking over his shoulder raising his voice. “Iwa-kuuuuun!!!!”

“Dont call me that!!!!!!!” He yelled from the gym.

“ is Mad Dog -Chan in there?”

“He went home sick!!!”

Oikawa looked back at you and rubbed your head. “He went home sick y/n chan.”

“O..ok..” you swayed.

“Hes a little mean though, id pick another favorite player , im available.” He smiled at you.

You fainted in his arms and Oikawa almost didint catch you. He cursed yelling into the gym and everyone ran out , Iwazuimi picked you up in his arms and the Coach told him to bring you to the infirmary.

•

You woke up to see Iwazuimi leaning iver the bed with his hands in his hair . You reached out touching his arm and within a second he looked up sighing with relief. He grabbed your hand with both of his apologizing over and over.

“Uhm. .. Iwa..Kun..”

“Y/n i am so..-“

“Is .. he really sick..”

“He threw up his lunch , he was eating too fast but…..”

“Iwa..?”

Iwazuimi told you about last night, he left out Kentarou crying but he told you about him vomiting and needing him to help the poor guy home.

“Will.. will he be okay for the game?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“He avoided me all day..”

“I know y/n. He mostly hung around with me today.”

“I dont.. regret any of this.”

Iwazuimi lowered his head into his arms, still holding your hand. “You think you can change him”

“I can try.”

“Hes a good person.. its just stuck under his tough exterior.”

You rubbed his hand with your thumb. “I know, ill find it”

•

Your parents had come to pick you up and you were given heavy medicine and ordered to lay in bed all day and tomorrow. The game was the day after tomorrow and you prayed you would be okay to go. You would not be at school tomorrow either…

Slowly you pulled your phone from the night stand opening it up to see no messages. Should you..? You opened up your contacts staring at his name for a long few minutes, you were shaking a little. It was just a text. Thats all. Its not like you would see him soon anyway. You took in a deep sigh sending out a text.

🎾i wont be at school tomorrow. But i will see you at the game, i hope your doing okay.

Kentarou was in bed staring at the celing. Watching you limp around the damn school broke his heart into tiny pieces. The fact that he caused such pain to you, someone that enjoyed watching him play. Someone who always had a smile on their face when they asked how his day was… He rolled over squeezing his pillow in disgust. He hated himself, who he was, what he put you through. His phone buzzed and it was Iwazuimi texting him telling him what happened today which broke him even more. God damn it, and Oikawa of all people . He didint reply but he did get another text, from you this time.

His body sunk down and felt very heavy, after everything he put you though, giving you stupid rules, ripping your thigh highs, shoving you into the wall, making you faint at school from kicking your stomach. And chipping your god damn tooth.. you still wanted to make sure he was okay. ..

The text he sent you made you cry instantly, why.. why.. you wanted to be near him, hear him out. Make him feel better..

😡Stay away from me.

•

@squeaky-ducky

#SideLines #kentarou x reader #kyoutani kentarou #haikyuu fanfiction #LongFic #kyotani 💕

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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valentine’s day mini drabbles.

hyung line.

genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! Here’s the hyung line’s mini drabbles to celebrate this silly day of love. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading :))

Check out the maknae line mini drabbles here.

“I can’t believe you destroyed six bouquets.”

kim seokjin x reader genre: fluff word count: 431

YOU giggled at your boyfriend who was excitedly telling a story about his hunt for rose petals earlier that day. He was sat at the opposite end of the tub, ranting about how the stores were understocked, bobbing his head like crazy as he spoke causing water to splash out of the tub onto the tiled floor.

The scene was like one straight from a romance film, a trail of flower petals leading down the hallway to the tub, candles lit up around the bathtub that was overflowing with bubbles. Petals were scattered all around, of all different types of flowers.

“I could not find a single thing of rose petals,” he complained with pouted lips and wide eyes. “I ended up buying six bouquets of flowers and pulling all the petals off just to do this.”

At that, you cackled loudly, Jin joining you in laughter with his own squeaky version. “Freaking ridiculous,” he laughed.

“You are ridiculous. And hilarious, and beautiful,” you complimented, Jin smiling softly at you as he tried to hide it behind his hand. He finished the wine that was in his glass, reaching out of the tub to place the empty glass on the floor. “It’s perfect though. This,” you gestured around the bathroom.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said sincerely. “I worked hard for it so you better appreciate it,” he added in a joking tone.

“I can’t believe you destroyed six bouquets,” you shook your head with a smile. You finished the wine in your glass, depositing the glass on the floor next to Jin’s.

“Don’t worry, it was only five. I saved you one,” he smiled. You laughed as you reached for the wine bottle, foregoing the glass as you took a sip straight from the bottle.

Sitting up, Jin followed suit as he sat up as well, your faces inches from each other. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” you whispered as you lowered the bottle, dangling it outside of the tub.

“I love you, you goddess,” he spoke, his lips hovering over yours. Pressing his mouth against yours, he left a lingering kiss. Trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck, his fingers dragged down your arms until they reached your hand. His fingers toyed with your fingers until he grabbed the bottle from you, bringing it to his own lips.

As he took a drink of the wine, you leaned forward, placing kisses along his shoulder as your hand settled on his side, squeezing his flesh. “Love you too,” you whispered against his damp skin. “The thought of you, the reality of you, all of you.”

“I romance you all the time.”

min yoongi x reader genre: fluff word count: 390

YOU were sat on your kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal when your boyfriend let himself into the apartment and shuffled through the hallway to find you.

“Cereal?” He asked, standing across the kitchen from you holding a pink box.

“Heck yeah, want some?” He thought for a moment before shaking his head. Yoongi made his way to you, positioning himself between your legs as he placed the box on one of your thighs. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity and lifted the lid to show you a dozen heart shaped sugar cookies with pink icing.

“Oh my god,” you smiled. “You know, for someone who hates this holiday, you sure do tend to partake in the capitalism of it all,” you teased him, earning a scoff from your boyfriend.

“I’m a conformist.”

“You’re cute,” you smiled as you moved the box of cookies to the counter next to you.

“Oh, shut up,” he whined, a bashful gummy smile threatening to overtake his expression. “I can hate the holiday and still want to spend the evening with you. It’s not my fault all the desserts are shaped like hearts.” He sported a pout as he gave his weak explanation.

“Yeah, yeah,” you patted his cheek. “I kind of love when Lover Boy Min Yoongi makes an appearance.”

“What are you talking about?” He pulled a look of confusion, nose scrunched. “I romance you all the time.”

You held back a laugh at the word choice, romance you, leaning in to leave a peck on his pouted lips. “That’s not Lover Boy Min Yoongi, that’s just Min Yoongi my soft boyfriend,” you teased him. “Lover Boy Min Yoongi is the hopeless romantic who buys heart shaped cookies on Valentine’s Day despite it being capitalistic bullshit,” you quoted him.

“I hate you,” he told you through a bashful gummy grin as he stepped closer to wrap you up in a hug, burying his face in your neck to hide his growing blush.

“Love you too, Lover Boy.”

He groaned against your neck before leaving a peck there. “Love you more, Kid.”

You threaded your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck as you massaged the spot soothingly. “Now what was that you said earlier? You romance me?”

Yoongi groaned louder, you giggling as he squeezed your waist tighter.

“We’ll go to the moon.”

jung hoseok x reader genre: fluff word count: 430

AS you sat with your legs spread in a v-shape atop the picnic blanket, Hoseok sat between your legs, his head resting against your chest as he munched on piece of chocolate. You supported yourself with one arm stretched behind you as your opposite hand stroked your boyfriend’s hair.

You snuck your hand around his face, booping his nose, surprising the man. His lips spread into a fond grin as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it, and then placing a kiss to your wrist. He held your hand there for a moment before returning it to the top of his head.

“Demanding, aren’t we?” You teased as you began running your hand through his hair again.

With a chuckle, he nodded. “Just a bit. It feels nice.”

“You’re cute,” you complimented before adding, “even if all that success is going to your head,” you joked, Hoseok giggling as he closed his eyes.

“Only ego, ego, ego,” he sang, referencing his solo outro track making you laugh loudly.

“Trust myself,” you joined in, Hoseok smiling brightly in response. You looked around the mostly empty park, 1 am being pretty late for most people to be out roaming around. “Thank you for this picnic,” you said, looking down at Hobi, watching as his eyes opened and his head titled back to meet your gaze.

“Did you get enough to eat?” His eyes were wide as he anticipated your answer.

“More than enough. I’m stuffed.”

“Good,” he smiled, looking up to the sky.

As he admired the night sky, you admired him, appreciating the way his features shined in the moonlight.

“You know that movie where the guy says he’d lasso the moon for his girl?” He asked before quoting it with your pet name. “What is it you want, Petal? You want the moon?”

With a fond smile, you nodded. “Yeah, ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.”

“Yeah, that’s it. I get it now,” he confessed as he stared up at the moon. “I would give you the moon if I could. If you asked for it, I’d find a way.” You ran your hand through his hair as you peeled your eyes from him to look up at the moon.

“Maybe we could just fly there instead,” you suggested.

“To the moon?” He shifted his gaze to yours as you looked back at him.

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“I like that,” he nodded. “We’ll go to the moon.”

“Perfect,” you mumbled into his hair. “We’ll go to the moon.”

“You’re cute when you’re shy.”

kim namjoon x reader genre: fluff word count: 586

HAND in hand, you walked down the city street, cars speeding by, headlights creating a constant stream of lights that lit up the man beside you. You and Namjoon opted for a casual Valentine’s Day date, deciding to check out an exhibit at one of your favorite museums.

As you both talked excitedly about your favorite pieces, you walked around the city with no destination in mind. And as much as you basked in the pale moonlight, and as much as you enjoyed his conversation, the thrill of him being near was more than enough to delight you.

Suddenly, Joon stopped talking about a painting he found particularly interesting as he dragged you to a street vendor who was selling tulips. As Namjoon picked up a red and pink bouquet wrapped in brown paper and tied together with some string, he took a shy glance at you, quickly looking away when your eyes met.

After buying the bouquet, he handed it to you with a dimply grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his shy demeanor, leaning into him to kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you, Joonie.”

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he suddenly pointed across the street. You followed the direction of his finger, your eyes falling on a little diner.

“You hungry?” He asked, looking at you with a soft smile.

Nodding, you shrugged. “Starving actually.” His smile lifted just a bit more as he nodded back. Dragging you to the crosswalk, he pressed the walk button.

“I want some pie,” he said randomly.

Grinning, you squeezed his hand, peering at the cars. “What kind?”

He thought for a moment, going through the options in his head. “Cherry maybe? You have to share it with me, so whatever kind you want.” Your boyfriend turned to look at the light to see if it was changing yet and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him in a back hug, holding the bouquet at the center of his abdomen.

“Cherry sounds great,” you replied as the light changed. He started walking, dragging you along with him as you both repeatedly tripped over each other’s feet. “As long as there’s ice cream involved too.”

Namjoon chuckled, grabbing onto your forearms as he nodded. “Of course. À la mode.”

When you made it across the street, Namjoon was wearing a big smile as he pulled you around to walk next to his side, your arm still wrapped around his back, his snaking around your shoulders. Entering the café, it was mostly filled with groups of friends. It was loud and casual, and somehow absolutely perfect. Then again, maybe it was just the nearness of him.

Sitting across from one another in a booth, Joon quickly ordered the last piece of cherry pie, à la mode of course, smiling giddily. You took the opportunity to admire his gorgeous dimples again.

“You’re adorable,” you complimented him, a light blush gracing his cheeks as he looked down to the tabletop.

“I wonder if I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that,” he told you shyly, looking up at you.

“I hope not,” you reached across the table, taking his hand in yours and threading your fingers through his. “You’re cute when you’re shy.”

His bashful smile grew as he shook his head, bringing your hand to his lips to leave a kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re always the cutest,” he chuckled against the back of your hand. “I love you.”

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kpopblurbs · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 14 - Brat Taming

Pairing: Minho/Reader Word Count: 3.1k Tags: Brat taming, phallic gags, pegging, dom!Minho, sub!Reader, hints of exhibitionism, female reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

You couldn’t help but try and tease Minho, it was just so fun to push his buttons and see how he would react. This time you were out with him and his friends, you were sat talking to Chan while Minho was talking to Jisung. Well, it was more like Jisung was talking to a wall as Minho was completely focused on you and Chan. You laughed at something Chan had said that probably wasn’t even that funny, gently resting your hand on his thigh as you did so. That was the last straw for Minho, he stormed away from Jisung, cutting the poor boy off mid sentence. He walked up to you and cleared his throat, “Babe, I’m talking to Chan.” you said without looking up at him.

“It’s fine, I mean he seems a little upset.” Chan said looking awkwardly between the two of you.

“You know how pissy he can get.” you responded, still not sparing a glance at Minho. Deciding enough was enough, Minho reached down and pulled you up by your arm.

“We’re gonna go home.” Minho said to Chan, though he kept his eyes on you.

“I assume you’re gonna do some weird sex thing so we’ll stay out for a few more hours.” Chan said, at this point he was very used to dealing with the two of you. Minho began to walk away, maintaining a tight grip on your arm, you smiled and waved at the other boys as you were dragged away. He released his grip on your arm as you emerged onto the sidewalk, opting instead to keep his hand on the small of your back, guiding you down the street. You were only a couple of minutes away from the dorms so the walk was quick, he didn’t say a word to you, the silence from him only serving to make you more excited knowing you had succeeded in your goal of pissing him off.

“Bedroom. Now.” he demanded as soon as you entered the dorm.

“Or what?” you challenged, still not ready to give in to him.

He growled and stormed up to you, putting a hand on your throat and pushing you up against the wall, “You’ll regret it.” his voice low and angry. You could feel the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach as he squeezed his hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air supply but enough to serve as a warning.

“Oh will I?” you challenged again, your voice was slightly squeaky from the hand around your throat but your cockiness still shone through.

He growled again, removing his hand from your throat and used it to grip your hair roughly. He stepped away and, using the hand in your hair, lead you to the bedroom. “Incredible.” he spat out as he walked, “You’ve only said three things to me and I’m already sick of hearing your voice.” He closed the bedroom door behind him and pushed you toward the bed, releasing your hair so he could pull out the toys he was planning on using. “You have two options,” he said with his back facing you, “You can take your clothes off now before I tie you up, or you can continue being a brat and I’ll tie you up anyway and cut the clothes off of you.” You weighed your options for a second before deciding to take your clothes off, you actually liked your shirt and knew that he would hold up his threat if you disobeyed. You tossed your clothes at his feet in a small act of defiance, “Good choice, even if you’re still gonna act like a brat.”

He finished gathering the toys and walked back over to you, “Are you gonna lay down or am I gonna have to threaten you again?” he asked. You thought for a second before moving to lay on the bed knowing that you’d have other chances to push his buttons. He laid down the items next to you, thinking for a second before picking up the padded cuffs, he hooked one around each of your wrists before bringing your arms up over your head and linking the cuffs together around one of the bars on the headboard. You tested your restraints, tugging on them slightly before deciding you were happy with how they felt.

You looked at him expectantly, “Is this it or are you gonna actually punish me?” you smirked at him. He glared at you and picked up another item, a penis gag, long enough to fill your mouth but not so long that it made you gag.

“I told you I was sick of hearing your voice.” he said, pressing the tip up against your lips. You refused to open your mouth so he reached up with one hand and pinched your nose closed, cutting off your air supply. You held your breath for as long as you could before you had to open your mouth to breathe and as soon as you did, he thrust the gag into your mouth, hard enough for it to tap the back of your throat and make you gag. He buckled it behind your head while you adjusted to the weight of it in your mouth, it made swallowing a little difficult and forming any coherent words was next to impossible. He smiled at you, “Finally some peace and quiet.” he said making you glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, one wrong move from you and i'll lock that around your head so you can prove to everyone how much you love having your mouth full of cock.” You attempted to say something snarky but only managed a couple garbled noises, “Maybe we should get a longer one. One that hits the back of your throat so all you can do is gag around it, then maybe you’d be less of a brat.” He took two of his fingers and placed them on the part of the gag that covered your mouth before giving the gag one quick press, once again sending the tip of the gag into your throat and causing you to gag again, tears welling up in your eyes at the sensation. “What do you think, kitten, should I grab the lock and make you wear that around the other boys?” you shook your head. “What’s the matter, earlier you had no problem flirting with Chan but now you don’t want them to see how much of a slut you are?” you shook your head again. “Well then you should start being less of a brat. Next time you act out like this, that’s what’ll happen, got it?” you nodded in response. “Good.” he removed his fingers from the gag and selected another toy, it was one that you had bought a while ago but that he never let you use no matter how desperately you wanted to.

He held up the strap-on so you could see it clearly, you held back a whine as he looked at it, “You’ve been wanting to use this almost as long as we’ve been together, right?” he asked, you nodded. “All you wanted was for me to let you pound me into this mattress.” you nodded more enthusiastically. “Were you hoping for the chance to dom me?” you nodded again. “Well that’s just too bad, see I was thinking I’d let you wear this, fuck myself on it while you can’t touch me, and then just throw it away.” this time you let the whine slip out, not being able to finger him open or bend him over and take him how you wanted him would be absolute torture. “Judging by that reaction, it sounds like you don’t want that?” his voice was teasing, you shook your head. “Well isn’t that just too bad, cause that’s what’s happening.” you whined louder. He ignored your protests, setting down the strap-on and picking up the ankle cuffs, he attached one to each ankle and pulled your legs down to the end of the mattress where you had connection points to a strap that went under the bed, he attached each cuff to a connection point forcing your legs to remain open. The restraints held your legs flat enough so you couldn’t even bend your knees, this meant that if he did fuck himself on your strap-on, no matter what you did you would be unable to get leverage to fuck up into him.

“Still feeling bratty?” he asked, you glared at him, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grabbed the strap-on and began strapping it onto you, lifting up your hips with one hand so he could get it properly situated onto you. You put up as much of a fight as you could until he tightened the last strap. “I have to say, I’ll be sad to see this thing go after tonight, it would’ve been fun to let you fuck me, too bad you never earned it.” he said, wrapping a hand around the thin plastic dildo and giving it a couple of strokes, you whined desperately. “Although, I think it’ll be just as fun to see the look on your face when it goes into the trash.” he said with a smirk. You whined again, “Oh shut up,” he scolded, “You don’t get to act like a brat and then complain when you get punished. In fact, I don’t want to hear another noise from you. I want you to be my perfect little fuck toy tonight, one more peep and you won’t cum for a year.” You held back the whine that bubbled up in your throat, knowing that he would make good on his threat if you disobeyed. “I’m gonna use you until I’m satisfied and then maybe, if I feel like it, I’ll let you hump my thigh till you cum, sound good?” you shook your head. He shrugged at you, “Sucks.” was all he said before moving off of the bed, he stood up and stripped himself of his clothing before settling himself between your legs.

He grabbed the bottle of lube that he had placed next to you and got himself into position. He drizzled some lube onto his hand before wrapping it around his cock and pumping slowly, using his other hand, he scooped some of the excess lube onto his fingers and brought them down to his hole. He pressed one into himself and moaned softly, the hand around his dick still moving slowly. You knew that he was moving so slowly to get you riled up and as much as you hated to admit it, it was working. You could feel your resolve slipping with every movement he made. He added another finger and hissed at the stretch, he always added the second finger too quickly, almost enjoying the sting of the stretch. You watched intently as he began to scissor his fingers, he cried out as he curled them up, hitting his prostate dead on. He began to fuck himself on his fingers, still stroking himself slowly as he started grinding down on his hand. You began to tug at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to take over for him, to feel his hole clench around your fingers. You looked up to see the fucked out expression on his face only to find that he was looking at you, he was biting his lip, his pupils were blown but his resolve was still strong, he was determined to break you, to make you be obedient. Finally he pulled his fingers out of himself, he used the lube on his hands to slick up the strap-on before moving to straddle you. He moaned loudly as he sank down on the dildo, you resisted the urge to whine at him, you were still tugging at the restraints but he was no longer paying attention to you. He began to slowly move himself up and down on the dildo, his hand going back to stroking himself. Obediently you didn’t even try to thrust up into him, the visuals of him ignoring you and treating you like an over-sized sex toy enough to finally break your resolve.

“What’s the matter?” he asked between moans, “Did I break you that easily?” his voice sounded steady despite all the noises he was making. You didn’t acknowledge his question, too lost in watching him sink down over the dildo. Not satisfied with you ignoring him, he reached down and tweaked one of your nipples, the sudden contact making your body jolt and you snapped your head up to look at him. “I asked you a question, slut, did I break you that easily?” you looked down, not able to maintain eye contact as you gently nodded your head. “Does that mean you’re gonna be good for me, now?” you nodded again, “Good, I’m still gonna throw the strap-on away after this, but I’m glad to know you’re gonna start acting right.” You bit back a whine, still trying to be good for once. His bouncing began to get faster and sloppier, you watched the muscles in his stomach tense rhythmically as he got closer to his high. He threw his head back in pleasure and you watched as he fell apart on top of you, he cried out as his orgasm hit him, sinking down on the dildo and grinding himself through the waves of pleasure. His release covered your stomach and you went back to tugging at your restraints, just wanting to touch him. He caught his breath for a few seconds before lifting himself off of you, almost immediately he began to undo the straps for the strap-on and pull it off of you.

“Now, I know you finally decided to be good, but you still need your punishment for acting like such a slut today.” he said as he picked up another toy, you whined at him. “I’ll let that noise slide but I’m telling you right now that the other boys could be home soon and if you make too much noise, one of them just might come in here to check on you and you wouldn’t want that, right?” you shook your head. “Good girl.” he said before reaching down to press his thumb to your clit, your body jolted and you cried out from the sudden contact. He smirked at you and began to move his thumb in slow circles while he talked, “Now, here’s what's gonna happen, I’m gonna set you up with this,” he held up a wand vibrator, “and then I’m gonna leave the room, I’m not sure when I’ll be back but I do know that you’re gonna wanna be real quiet cause I’m definitely not gonna close the door, got it?” you resisted the urge to whine and attempt to argue around the gag, instead just nodding your head.

He smiled triumphantly at you before reaching down and grabbing a leather strap, he used that to secure the vibrator to your thigh, ensuring that it was pressed right up against your pussy before moving away from you and pulling his clothes back on. Once he was fully dressed he reached over and turned the toy on, you cried out at the intense vibrations coursing through your body, “Remember, baby, try and stay quiet.” he said before leaving the room. True to his word he left the door open a crack. The thrill of getting caught increasing your excitement tenfold and causing a sudden orgasm to hit you. Your best to stay quiet through the pleasure, only letting out soft whimpers. The pleasure quickly turned to pain as the vibrator began to overstimulate you, you tried to wiggle away from it but the strap on your thigh kept it securely in place. You were still wiggling around when you heard the sound of the front door open and the distinct sounds of the rest of the boys coming home.

“Are you guys done?” Chan called out cautiously, unable to respond to him you did your best to stay silent as you heard Minho respond to him, their conversation picked up and you heard the sounds of the rest of the boys spreading throughout the dorm. Luckily your room was at the end of a hall, there was no reason for anyone to walk to your door and even luckier, no one did. The fear of getting caught increased as you heard the boys began to settle into being at home, knowing that at any moment one of them could knock on your door and see you in such a compromising position. Soon enough you heard footsteps approaching your door, your body tensed in fear as the door slowly opened, the adrenaline running through your body triggering another orgasm. You did your best to hold back the noises but plenty of noises still slipped out as the door opened all the way to reveal Minho. He quickly shut the door behind him, tears spilled down your cheeks as the toy began to overstimulate you once again.

He walked over to you and turned the toy off “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, you nodded frantically and began trying to apologize around the gag. “Shh, baby, hold on let me get all this off of you.” quickly he undid the strap around the toy, setting it off to the side before removing the cuffs on your ankles and then moving up to the cuffs on your wrists. As soon as your arms were free you grabbed onto him and pulled him close. “Hold on, let me get the gag out of your mouth.” he said pulling away slightly to unbuckle the gag. He pulled it out of your mouth slowly, trailing a string of spit behind it that he quickly wiped away. Tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you began to apologize to him again now that you could actually speak. “Hey, hey it's okay.” he said, pulling you close and running his fingers gently through your hair, “You did so good I’m so proud of you.” he said softly. “Do you need anything?” he asked.

“Just you.” you responded.

“Cute.” he smiled down at you before shifting around, you held him tighter, afraid that he was trying to leave. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, I’m just trying to get comfortable.” you loosened your grip slightly and he moved himself so he was laying down before pulling you over and laying your head on his chest. “You know I love you, right?” he asked, you nodded, “Good, cause I really do.” you smiled softly as your eyes fluttered closed. The exhaustion from everything he had done finally taking over as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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mamabearcat · 5 years ago

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Daddy Inuyasha

This doesn’t really have a title yet; I’ll think of one later! Written for @dangerouspompadour after this morning (or evening’s) conversation about kids needing to be fed every single night. A Papa Yasha story.

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“You’re only gonna be gone for one night right?”

“Inuyasha, you’ll be fine”, soothed Kagome, stuffing more clothes into her bag. “I’m really sorry to have to leave like this, but Mama sounded so ill on the phone. I just want to check up on her.”

Inuyasha snorted, continuing to walk around the room with Izayoi’s tiny hands held in his, while their toddler squealed in delight, her little feet balanced on his larger ones.

“And Sango has promised that she’ll come pick her up early tomorrow and take her to daycare”, she continued, “so you’ll be able to get off to work in time. You just have to make sure to pick her up by 6pm, otherwise daycare will charge extra.”

“That’s good. And yeah, I can do that.” He had a meeting with an architect for his current construction project at 7.30am tomorrow morning; they’d only spoken on the phone as yet, but the guy already sounded like he had a stick firmly wedged up his arse.

His head was still swimming a little. Kagome had got off the phone with her mother, booked a flight, texted Sango and then told him she’d be coming home Monday night all in under half an hour. He knew he’d be fine; Kagome did this all the time when he was called away for work. And he adored Izayoi. Maybe it would be fun? Some Daddy daughter time?

A loud beeping sounded outside the door. “Oh, that’s my taxi already”, squeaked Kagome, shoving her feet into her shoes. She picked up Izayoi and gave her a squeezy hug, smothering her round cheeks in raspberry kisses. “Be good for Daddy baby girl. Mama will be home at bedtime tomorrow okay? I’ll call you tonight.”

Inuyasha bent down to kiss his wife before she could run out the door. “Be safe, okay. Text me when you get there. I love you.”

“Love you too.” The horn beeped again loudly, and Kagome rolled her eyes. “I gotta go. Be good you two. I love you!”

They all moved out onto the verhandah, Inuyasha and Izayoi waving as Kagome ran down the path with her bag and climbed into the taxi, shutting the door behind her. All of a sudden Izayoi’s bottom lip trembled and her soft pointed puppy ears lowered. “Mama go?”

Inuyasha squeezed her tightly against him, dropping a soft kiss onto the dark curls between her ears. “Mama is visiting grandma. So it’s just us for a little while Princess. It’s gonna be fun right?”

The taxi drove away.

“I wa-want Mama!” Izayoi’s soft sobs escalated quickly, and the sound of her heartbreak pulled at Inuyasha’s gut. He hated Izayoi’s tears almost as much as Kagome’s.

“Hey, hey, c’mon now. We’re gonna have fun.” He bounced her a little in his arms, racking his brain for something that would take Izayoi’s mind off Kagome for a moment. “Do ya wanna watch Ponies with me for a little while?”

He braced himself for the usual loud squeal of excitement she let out whenever her favourite show was mentioned, but instead she tucked her head under his chin and hid behind the curtain of his long silver hair. He watched as she silently placed her thumb into her mouth, slow tears trickling down her cheeks.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Eventually Izayoi fell asleep on his lap, and he gratefully changed the channel. There was only so much pink and purple and magic of friendship he could take in one sitting. She’d watched the show with her cousin Rin, and she loved it. Kagome didn’t mind it. Him, not so much.

His stomach grumbled, and he angled his neck to look at the clock on the wall. Shit, it was nearly Izayoi’s dinner time. She usually ate earlier, and he and Kagome ate after she was in bed. When it was his turn to cook for him and Kagome he made steak. Or ramen. Both of those weren’t really toddler friendly. Cooking for Izzy was definitely Kagome’s thing. He though back over recent meals he’d seen Izayoi eat for dinner. Pasta. He was perfectly capable of cooking pasta, and he knew Izayoi liked it. Phew, crisis averted.

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“No!”

Inuyasha was taken aback. As far as he was concerned, he’d cooked a perfectly acceptable dinner for a toddler. Pasta with peas and corn, and some fish fingers he’d dug out of the bottom of the freezer. “Izzy, c’mon, you like pasta. Daddy even cooked the ones that look like little bows!”

“No!” she growled, glaring at the plate in front of her.

“Izayoi!” he barked. He took a deep breath. “What’s wrong with the food on your plate.”

“Don’t like red!”

“Red?” And then it hit him. Kagome usually served Izayoi’s pasta with pesto, not tomato sauce. “Uh, we were all out of green. Why don’t you try it Princess, it’s yummy. Look, Daddy will eat some.” He picked up her tiny fork and took a mouthful of pasta. Not his favourite thing in the world, but perfectly fine.

Izayoi’s eyes looked like they were filling with tears again. Oh boy. His mind whirled frantically, trying to avert the tears.

“Hey, do ya know what else you can call fish fingers? Dippy sticks! Look!” He picked up a fish finger and poked it in the napoletana pasta sauce, then took a bite. “Mmm, dippy sticks, my favourite!” He made sure to scrunch up his eyes and twitch his ears for her, and his heart swelled in relief at the tiny giggle.

“I know, let’s have a race and see who can eat their dippy stick the fastest? I bet I can eat mine faster than you Izzy! Ready…”

“Steddygo”, squealed Izayoi, clutching a fish finger in her little fist and mashing it into the sauce. She took a mouthful and smiled at him. “Yummy Daddy!” She eventually ate most of her dinner, leaving the peas. Inuyasha couldn’t blame her, he didn’t think much of peas either. It was his job to put green things on her plate, he wasn’t going to force feed them to her if she didn’t want to eat them.

He scraped the peas into the bin and dumped the dirty plate in the sink, then piggybacked her to the bathroom. “Bath time for my princess. Do ya want bubbles?”

“Yeah!” She threw her arms out as wide as she could. “Lots and lots!” He chuckled.

“Okay squirt, you got it. Toilet first while Daddy runs the bath. You need help getting those shorts off?” he asked, pointing to the button and zipper.

She shook her head. “Nu uh. I a big girl.”

Just for a second, his eyes misted over, remembering the day she was born only three short years ago. One of the happiest days of his life.

“Do you think you could slow down the growing for me just a smidge, Princess?” he asked, watching as she flushed the toilet all by herself and then managed to finish undressing without help. The tiny underpants were a new thing that she was very proud of, because Mama had told her only big girls got to wear them, and she stroked them lovingly as she put her dirty clothes in the hamper. He snorted when he noticed they had purple and pink ponies on them.

She shook her head and stood on her tiptoes with her arms raised up high, grinning cheekily at him. “I bigger than Daddy!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Aw, that’s a shame, I guess you’re too big for me to do…. This!” And he picked her up and blew a huge raspberry on her stomach, then dropped her into the bubbles as she squealed with laughter.

When she was squeaky clean, and Inuyasha had been decorated with a variety of bubble beards and bubble hats, he helped her into her thicker overnight underpants and PJ’s, and snuggled her into her little bed with her favourite white dog toy tucked into her elbow.

“Story and song!” Izayoi demanded.

Inuyasha cringed a little. He’d forgotten about the song part of the bedtime routine. Kagome had a variety of songs she sang, and her voice was pleasant and mellow, perfect for lullabies. His, not so much. “Uh, I’ll do you a deal. How ‘bout, Daddy reads you a story, and we call Mama and she can sing you a song over the phone. How’s that.”

Izayoi blinked at him slowly. “Okay”, she said finally, with a skeptical look on her face, like he was trying to renege on a deal.

“Which story do ya want Princess. Eggs and ham? The one with the baby and the lion?”

“Witch and cat!”

“Room on the Broom it is then!” He grinned, because he liked doing the voices for this one, especially the dragon. He was halfway into the book when she crawled out of bed and into his lap.

“I am a dragon, as mean as can be, and I’m planning to have WITCH and CHIPS for my tea!” Inuyasha growled.

Izayoi clutched onto his shirt. “Dragon scary!”

Whoops. Maybe he’d gotten a little too into it this time. “Hey, it’s okay. We know the witch is gonna be fine because all her friends are gonna scare him away. He’s just a big scaredy dragon!”

Izayoi nodded, the soft pointed ears on top of her head flicking sleepily. She popped her thumb into her mouth as he finished the story, snuggling against him. By the time he was finished, her eyes were blinking slowly. He put the book back on the shelf and tucked her back into her little bed.

“Song”, she whispered.

“One song, comin’ right up.” He fished his mobile out of his back pocket and called Kagome. “Hi love. I have one sleepy princess requesting a bedtime song.”

“What. You’re not going to sing one?” she giggled.

“I think we both know that my talents in the bedroom lie in other areas.” She snort laughed and he grinned. “I’m putting you on speaker.”

Kagome’s soft voice cooed into the bedroom, and both Inuyasha and Izayoi sighed, ears twitching. “Hey little pup. What song do you want Mama to sing for you sweetheart?”

“Mama!” Izayoi said sleepily, her ears twitching towards the phone. “Love you Mama. Train whistle.”

Kagome laughed softly. “I love you too baby. Okay, are you listening?”

Izayoi nodded, and Inuyasha said softly, “Yep, she’s ready.”

Train whistle blowin' Makes a sleepy noise Underneath the blankets For all the girls and boys

Rockin' rollin' ridin' Out along the bay All bound for Morningtown Many miles away

“She’s asleep”, whispered Inuyasha softly, taking the phone off speaker and backing slowly out of the room. He sat down with a thump on the sofa. “How’s Mama?”

“They did some blood tests at the hospital, and apparently she’s really low in iron. They gave her a blood transfusion and she has an appointment to see a heamatologist next week.”

“Shit. Do they know why?”

Kagome sighed. “You know what she’s like. I doubt she’s been looking after herself properly, now that she doesn’t have Grandpa to look after. I was hoping now that she’d retired from the shrine that she’d do things that she loved to do, but I don’t think she’s doing that well Inuyasha.” Kagome’s voice sounded a little wobbly.

Inuyasha swallowed. He adored Kagome’s mother. He’d been a brash belligerent teenager when he’d first started going out with Kagome in senior highschool, and Kagome’s mother had seen it for the front that it was. Kagome had known that he was hurting after the sudden death of his parents in a car accident, and so had she. It was a situation the Higurashi’s were all too familiar with, after the loss of Kagome’s father.

Mama had refused to allow him to push her away, even though shrine families weren’t usually accepting of demons, and had loved him like a son. No one had been happier for them when he and Kagome had decided to get married. He loved her almost as much as he’d loved his own mother. He pictured the once bright eyed, busy woman sitting by herself in a small apartment. She was probably so lonely.

“Kagome. Do ya think she’d live with us? I mean, if she wanted, I could even build her a little house in the back yard. Then it wouldn’t be like she was livin’ in our back pocket. She could visit us when she wanted, and we’d be close by if she needed us. And Izzy would get to see her every day.” Kagome’s quiet sob on the other end of the line startled him. “Hey love, you okay?”

“I’m fine”, she sniffed. “I… I’m gonna ask her, okay?”

“Don’t cry! Dammit, I didn’t suggest it to make you cry, I thought it would make you happy! If she’s not lookin’ after herself, I want her to be closer!”

Kagome giggled. “I’m not really crying, I’m just… you are an amazing husband, do you know that?”

“Shut up.”

“You are! And an amazing Dad. How did dinner go?”

“I stuffed up a bit. Made her pasta with red sauce instead of pesto. But she ate most of it.”

“Good job Daddy.”

He could practically see the beaming smile on Kagome’s face on the other end of the line and he sighed. “I miss you Kagome.”

“I miss you too. Only one night, and then I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you bring Mama too, if she’ll come. We could probably get her an appointment here, couldn’t we?”

“I’ll ask her. You know how stubborn she can be some times.”

“Yeah”, he chuckled, “I know. I got two stubborn reminders that live in the same house as me.”

“Hey!” He heard a soft voice in the background. “Okay Mama, be there in just a moment.”

Inuyasha sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Do you want us to pick you up at the airport?”

“No, it’s okay – it’s usually crazy at that time of night, and it’s too close to Izzy’s bedtime. I’ll just catch a taxi. Good luck with that meeting tomorrow.”

“Thanks”, he snorted. “Can’t say I’m lookin’ forward to it. Guy sounds like a first class prat.”

“Just… hold your temper”, Kagome soothed. “Bottle it up, and you can grump about him to me when I get home.”

“Oh no. I got other plans for you when you get home.”

“Oh really?”

Inuyasha lowered his voice to a rough purr. “Maybe I can get you to sing a bedtime song for me. Last time I went down on you I’m pretty sure you hit a few soprano notes”, he grinned.

“Shut. Up!”

“You love it.”

“You just wait until I get home mister! No mercy!” She paused for a moment. “I’m sorry hon, I gotta go, Mama’s calling. Love you.”

“Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks.”

Inuyasha ended the call despondently. The house just seemed empty without Kagome in it. He traipsed into the kitchen, opened the fridge, then shut it again. He looked in the cupboard, and there was one packet of ramen left on the top shelf. He couldn’t be bothered cooking anything else.

He slumped down on the sofa, clicking through the channels and then snorted in disgust, turning off the tv and his attention to his dinner instead. He may as well go to bed early without Kagome here, just in case Izayoi woke up during the night.

He dumped the plate in the sink and went and had a quick shower, groaning as he wondered if Kagome was in the shower at the same time as him, picturing her generous curves soaped up under swiftly falling water. Gods, he was pathetic. It wasn’t like they had sex every night, but now she wasn’t here, he missed her presence like a physical ache. He was away for work sometimes, true, but it seemed different somehow, when she wasn’t home and he was.

He dried himself off quickly, pulling on his soft grey sleep shorts and falling into the bed that seemed way too big without Kagome in it. He went over his meeting plans in his head, staring at the ceiling, wishing his wife was curled up next to him.

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“MAAAAMAAAAA!” The high pitched scream had him bolting upright, and he flung himself out of bed, bashing his shoulder on the door frame as he careened down the hallway towards Izayoi’s room.

He kneeled down next to her bed. Her tear filled eyes were easily visible in the soft glow of the night light, and shuddering sobs shook her little body. “A Mons-ster!” she sobbed, trying to get her little arms free of the quilt. “Want Mama!”

“Hey baby, it’s okay, it was just a bad dream”, he soothed, stroking the sweaty hair back from her forhead. “There’s no monster here.”

“He ate Mama!” she sobbed, launching herself at Inuyasha. “Mama gone!” Her hiccuping sobs pulled at his heartstrings, and he picked her up, cradling her against his chest so that she could hear the solid beat of his heart.

“No monster”, he repeated firmly, as he carried her down the hallway towards his and Kagome’s bedroom. “Mama went to visit Grandma, and she’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yup. Sango will take you to daycare tomorrow, then Daddy will pick you up, and by the time you’ve had dinner and bath, Mama will be home again. I promise Princess.”

“Pinkie promise?”

It was a concept he had only recently educated in, but he nodded solemnly, viewing it as the sacred pact it was. “Pinkie promise”, he said, hooking his larger pinky finger around her smaller one.

His sleepy brain engaged a little more, and he walked them back towards the bathroom. “You wanna try goin’ to the toilet before you hop into Mama and my bed?”

“Okay.” She stood sleepily in front of the toilet and gazed at him without moving, so he turned her around and helped her pull down her PJ pants and underpants and plonked her on the toilet. He waited silently for a minute, then looked down to notice she was actually asleep sitting up. Chuckling as he fixed her clothes and picked her up again, he padded silently back to his bedroom, carefully placing her on Kagome’s side, hoping her scent on the pillow would help Izzy sleep.

He gazed at his little girl as she sprawled herself out like a starfish, her nose and ears twitching for a moment before she settled back into a deeper sleep. There was a time when he’d thought he’d never want children, because life had seemed to be determined to keep him alone. And then he’d found Kagome, or rather, Kagome had found him, bossing her way into his life and not taking no for an answer. And now they had this beautiful child together. His princess. He dropped a soft kiss onto the dark hair between her pointed ears and then settled back down to sleep himself.

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“Daaaaadddyyyyyy!”

Inuyasha grunted as he felt the full weight of a solid three year old landing directly on his bladder. He opened one sleepy eye. “Yeah?”

“The door!”

“Fuu—iretruck!” he groaned, leaping out of bed at the sound of knocking on the front door. Had he slept in? Nope, 6.45am. He usually got up at 7. He opened the front door a crack, poking his head through. “Yeah?”

“It’s just us!” grinned a smiling Sango, holding Shinzu on her hip. “Miroku’s going to drop off the girls at school, so I thought I’d come over a little early and help you get Izzy ready for daycare.”

“Uh, okay?” said Inuyasha with a puzzled expression.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kagome texted me and told me you had an early meeting. Did I get it wrong?” She laughed at the suddenly panicked face Inuyasha made as he opened the door wide to let her in. “I take it you do have an early meeting?”

She stepped inside, then grinned teasingly at Inuyasha, pointing at his sleep shorts. “Is this a really informal meeting? Because I don’t think those are going to cut it.”

“Shut up”, he growled.

Izayoi ran towards Sango and hugged her legs. “Saaaango! Baby Shiiizuuuu!”

Sango ruffled the dark hair on Izayoi’s head, being careful of her pointed puppy ears. “Hey Izzy – you had breakfast yet?”

“No. Daddy asleep.” She held her hand over her mouth and giggled. “Daddy snores!” She stuck her fingers in her ears as if to emphasise how loud it had been.

“Way to rat me out kiddo”, muttered Inuyasha, raising an eyebrow at her. Izayoi hid behind Sango’s leg, then giggled some more.

“Go get ready Inuyasha, I’ll get Izzy off to daycare. I’m pretty sure I know where everything is.”

Inuyasha jogged towards the bathroom, then paused. “Thanks Sango, I really appreciate this.”

“Enough to babysit and give me and Miroku a night out?” she asked with a hopeful air.

Inuyasha thought for a moment about wrangling the twins, Shinzu and and Izayoi combined, then shrugged. “I’ll talk it over with Kagome, but yeah, sure.”

“Done. Stop talking and go get ready!”

He was back twenty minutes later in his business clothes, long hair neatly braided and the tie he only wore for meetings with clients already choking him. Izayoi was seated at the table, happily eating yoghurt and fruit. He dropped a kiss on her head. “Be good today Izzy. I’ll be there to pick you up from daycare, okay?”

“Okay, bye bye”, she said happily, making a funny face at Shinzu so the baby squealed in delight.

Inuyasha rushed out the door. “See you later Sango! And thanks!”

“You’re welcome!” she sang out, her voice punctuated by the loud slam of the front door.

---

Inuyasha growled as he gripped the steering wheel, glancing again at the clock on the dash. 5.55pm. He’d already called ahead to tell the daycare director that he was stuck in traffic and should be there soon, but that didn’t make him feel any less guilty.

The whole day had been a write off – filled with pointless meetings with pencil pushers and government know-it-alls that wouldn’t know good construction timeframes if they bit them on the arse. And thanks to them, he was late picking up his daughter, the very first time he’d been asked to do it. Shit.

It took another five minutes to find a parking spot, and he ran the rest of the way. The lights in the centre were off, but he knocked on the door, bouncing nervously, and a smiling lady let him in.

“Izayoi’s in the director’s office doing some colouring – right this way.”

“I am so sorry”, he panted, and the lady smiled at him, holding up a hand.

“It’s okay, you called and let us know what was happening. We let Izayoi know you’d be a little late, and she seemed fine. These things happen.”

Inuyasha poked his head around the office door. “Izzy?”

“Daaaadddy!” She vaulted herself into his arms, and he picked her up, giving her a squeezy hug.

“I’m sorry I was late baby. The car got stuck in traffic on the way here.”

Her bottom lip trembled a little. “Everyone gone home.”

“All the other kids have gone home?” She nodded. “I’m sorry you were the last one here Izzy.” Inuyasha turned his head towards the director. “I really am sorry for my lateness. I got caught up in meetings at work, and didn’t leave early enough to avoid the traffic.”

“That’s quite alright Mr. Takahashi. These things happen”, the director said, making a shooing motion with her hands.

They stopped to get Izayoi’s little backpack, then walked out of the centre.

“You know what?” said Inuyasha, swinging Izayoi’s little hand as they walked side by side towards the car. “Daddy had a grumpy day. And do you know what would cheer me up?”

Izayoi’s ears pricked up hopefully, and her eyes widened. “Ice-cream?!”

“Ice-cream”, he agreed, nodding seriously. “Should we eat it in a cone, or get some to take home?”

“Cone!” squeaked Izayoi, almost dancing on the spot.

Pretty soon they were sitting in an ice-cream parlour, Izzy with a small vanilla cone, napkin tucked into her shirt to save it from the drips, and Inuyasha with a towering triple scoop waffle cone monstrosity with extra fudge. Izayoi sighed happily as she licked, not quite fast enough to stop it dripping down her arm.

“I sticky.”

“Gotta keep licking!” said Inuyasha, turning her cone to the other side so she could lick the drips. If Kagome were here, she’d produce some of those wet wipes that seemed to fix a multitude of problems. Inuyasha snagged a couple more paper napkins from the paper dispenser and wrapped them around Izayoi’s little wrist, tucking the ends in. “There, that might help a little.”

“A bracelet! Thank you Daddy!”

Inuyasha snorted. “Glad to see my Princess is so easily pleased by paper jewellery. Keep licking Izzy, or it’ll fall.”

Once the ice-cream was eaten, it was time to go home. There was a short argument about keeping the soggy napkin bracelet, but after Inuyasha had promised to replace it with a real one when it was her birthday, she finally stopped stomping her small foot, and smiled. Crisis averted.

---

Inuyasha felt slightly guilty when he realised that Sango had done the washing up for him. Whoops. Oh well.

“You wanna help me make dinner Izzy?” he asked, hoping that would ward off any dinnertime disputes.

“Yeah!” She was rubbing her eyes a little sleepily, so he knew it would have to be something quick.

“How about boiled egg on toast?”

Izayoi looked at him quizzically, and Inuyasha remembered it was something she usually only ate for breakfast.

“It’s been a topsy turvy day. Let’s have breakfast for dinner!”

Izayoi snorted then giggled. “Silly Daddy!”

“Hey, it’s okay to be silly sometimes. Let’s boil an egg!” He let Izayoi pick an egg from the carton, then helped her place it carefully into the cold water in the saucepan. They put a slice of bread in the toaster, and she pushed down the lever herself, and then looked at him proudly.

“My princess is getting to be such a big girl!”

She nodded excitedly, then yawned.

Inuyasha buttered the toast and fished the egg out of the saucepan, peeling off the shell quickly and mashing it onto the toast.

“You want fingers or a squash sandwich?”

“Squash.” Her eyes blinked sleepily. He’d cut it pretty fine by taking her out for ice-cream; it was just about her bedtime now. Inuyasha picked her up and put her on her seat at the table. He folded the toast over carefully, making it like half a sandwich.

“Just eat a few bites princess, and then you can have a quick bath, okay?”

Izayoi nodded sleepily, then munched her way through the middle of the sandwich leaving all the crust.

“All done? Let’s go take that bath.” He ran a small bath, and washed her quickly; the fact that she wasn’t wanting to play told him exactly how tired she was. He lifted her out of the water and she stood on the bathmat as he rubbed her dry.

“Where Mama?”

Shit. Kagome had texted him that her plane had been a little delayed and she was just getting in a taxi, hopefully she would be home any minute.

“She’ll be here soon, Princess. How about Daddy will keep reading stories until she gets home?”

The bottom lip trembled a little. “Want Mama.”

Inuyasha helped her into her night time underpants and pj’s. “She’ll be here soon baby. Let’s go read those stories, okay?”

“Want Mama.”

Her little nose rubbed against his neck, ears flicking against his chin, and he felt a few warm tears slide down. Shit. C’mon Kagome. He carried Izayoi down to her bedroom, but instead of sitting on the chair, he sat down on her bed with her still cradled in his lap. She stayed curled up, her little thumb firmly in her mouth.

“Sad.”

“You’re feelin’ sad, cause Mama isn’t home yet?” Little nod. “I miss her too when she’s away. I love you and your Mama sooo much. All the way to the moon and back.”

“Moon story.”

“Goodnight Moon?” Izayoi shook her head.

“Rabbit.”

“Sorry kiddo, you’re gonna have to give me more than that. There’s a rabbit and a moon in the story?”

“Big Rabbit. Daddy Rabbit. And Little Rabbit. Izayoi Rabbit.” Inuyasha heart swelled and he dropped a kiss to her head. She was worse at tugging on his heartstrings than Kagome. Or better. Probably both.

“I think I know the one ya mean.” He reached over to her little bookcase carefully, and got a small battered boardbook. The first book they’d ever bought her, when she was still in Kagome’s womb. They’d bought it on the way home from the hospital after the ultrasound at twenty weeks. There were still little teeth marks around the edges where she’d bitten it as a baby.

“Guess how much I love you”, he began. A key clicked in the front door lock, and Kagome’s voice called out.

“Helloooo, I’m hoooome.”

“We’re in Izzy’s room”, he called out quietly, turning the page. “Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears.”

Kagome walked quietly into the room, leaning down to kiss Izayoi’s cheek.

“Mama”, Izayoi sighed sleepily.

“You want Mama to finish the story for ya Izzy?” asked Inuyasha. She shook her head.

“Daddy Rabbit.”

Kagome smiled at them both, and sat down on the chair. “I’ll listen too, if that’s okay.” She stroked Izayoi’s hair as Inuyasha read, and the little eyes drifted closed as he finished the last page.

Inuyasha rumbled a pleased sound through his chest. He couldn’t help it. Kagome was home, Izayoi was asleep and no longer sad. All was right in his world.

“Need some help escaping?” Kagome smiled. She helped lift Izayoi up gently so Inuyasha could slide out from underneath her, and Kagome pulled the quilt up over her, tucking her dog toy into her arms, and kissing her forehead. “Sweet dreams, Izzy.”

They tiptoed out of the little bedroom, and back down the hallway. Inuyasha picked up Kagome’s suitcase and carried it to their bedroom, Kagome following behind him.

“Mama didn’t want to come with you?”

“No. She was very definite about seeing the specialist there. Souta is taking the day off to go with her.”

“What did she say about our idea?”

“I think she might say yes. She’s thinking about it at the moment, but the idea of seeing Izzy everyday was very appealing”, smiled Kagome. She curled her arms around Inuyasha’s neck and hugged him tight. “I missed you so much! Did everything go okay with Izzy while I was away?”

“Pretty much. She missed you a lot. I did too.” His hands drifted down her back and over her bottom cheeks, suddenly wrapping around her thighs and lifting her up, snorting in laughter at her sudden yelp of surprise.

“We still haven’t finished the bedtime routine Ka-go-me”, he purred, walking over to their bedroom door and closing it firmly. “You owe me a song.”

#inuyasha fanfic #inukag fanfic #inuyasha family #papayasha #daddy inuyasha #pure fluff #Bearpluscat fanfics

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part ten of eleven, for @bestillmyslashyheart so sorry for the long wait, i love you!! 🥰💖

Alex felt the excitement bubbling inside of him as he spots the Airstream and the truck both parked outside of the cabin, meaning that Michael has come back from his self imposed exile, to pack the rest of his thing, while Alex had been taking Buffy back to the Animal Shelter.

He had gotten a little upset when Alex had mentioned it two mornings ago, but they hadn't really talked about it.

Alex hadn't mentioned that it was just temporary because he still hadn't been sure that the plans that he'd been making would actually come to fruition.

But after a phone call with a friend he had in Florida, and a visit to the travel agency that Isobel had suggested, he had everything figured out.

All he had to do now was tell Michael.

He turns the keys in the ignition and opens his door, dropping down to the floor and almost tripping in his haste to get inside.

It's only when he closes the door behind himself that he hears the argument.

"I'm just trying to look out for you!"

"Well, don't!"

Alex inhales deeply at the sound of Max's voice and as he gets closer to the cabin, he can see that Max's jeep had been hidden from him by the Airstream.

Alex just looks up to the sky, begging for patience not to punch Max Evans in the face, but all of that flies out of the window when Michael yells again.

"Then stay the fuck out of it!" He says, and his voice cracks a little, desperate and almost terrified, and Alex snaps, moving before he's even aware of it.

The door to the cabin opens with a slam before Alex even gets there, and he can hear Michael's voice again simmering with rage and pain.

"Get out," he says, voice cracking. "And don't fucking come back."

Alex appears in the doorway before Max can even move, and both brothers turn to him in one fluid motion.

Michael's eyes are bright with unshed tears, and his eyes immediately dart away from Alex.

Alex feels a pang low in the pit of his stomach, but he'll deal with whatever is bothering Michael after he deals with Max.

Max's eyes are blazing with anger and his glare intensifies when Alex turns to him.

"Tell him," he demands, and Alex immediately bristles.

"You have no right to come into my home, start a fight with my husband and then demand something from me," Alex tells him. "I think you've overstayed your welcome."

Max just grits his teeth and takes one step towards Alex. "Tell him that you're leaving again."

Alex exhales roughly, "I already told you that that is not happening."

"I saw you at the travel agency and I talked to the agent who dealt with you and she confirmed that you booked a flight, so please tell me again, how you're not leaving."

Alex stares at Max for one single, stupefied second.

"Fucking unbelievable," he says, huffing out a breath.

He turns to Michael who is looking back at him, and he tries to telegraph with his eyes how wrong Max is, but Michael's brow just furrows.

"This is exactly why I hate living in a small town," he says, taking a step towards Michael, feeling relieved when Michael doesn't move back. "No fucking privacy."

Michael stares at him intently.

"So he's right?" Michael asks, voice wavering just a little, like he doesn't really believe that Max is right, but he needs Alex to confirm that he's wrong.

"Of course I'm righ-" Max starts and then shuts up at collective glare that Michael and Alex turn on him.

Alex turns back to Michael who looks at him expectantly.

Alex exhales and holds his hands out, not stopping the smile that spreads across his face when Michael immediately puts his hands into Alex's.

Alex squeezes his hands and moves in a bit closer, shaking his head a little.

"I'm never going to be able to surprise you, am I?"

Michael tilts his head at him.

"Yes," he says, after a few moments of silence. "I did go to the travel agency tha-"

"I told you so," Max interjects and they both turn to glare at him again.

Alex turns back to Michael who is still glaring at Max.

"The one that Isobel suggested that I go to," he continues, and Michael's gaze snaps back to him, and he can feel Max looking at him too, but he ignores that. "You know with the brochure that she gave us as part of our wedding present?"

Michael's entire posture relaxes and he tightens his hold on Alex's fingers.

There is a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are bright with excitement.

"I was thinking we start small," he continues. "Since you've never been out of the country. So I thought, Florida."

Michael furrows his brow, "Florida?" He asks skeptically.

Alex just raises an eyebrow and waits for Michael to get it.

Michael's face goes a little slack, and his eyes light up even more, and when he smiles, he looks exactly like the same boy that Alex fell in love with, and it makes a wide smile spread across his face.

"You don't mean-" he starts sounding like he's trying to tamp down his excitement.

"Yes, I do," Alex says, and his smile widens when Michael pulls him close, until their feet are overlapping. "I managed to get us a private tour, and while I know that you don't want to leave the planet anymore, they do have a simulator, and I'm pretty sure that together we can sneak out a few schematics just in case we would ever need to build our own spaceship."

Michael lets his hands go to drag him into a kiss that’s more him pressing their smiles together than anything else.

Michael pulls back, pressing their foreheads together.

“Have I told you that I love you today?” he asks rhetorically, nudging their noses together.

“Nope,” Alex says, wrapping his arms around Michael’s shoulders. “But I know.”

Michael hums low in his throat, and then pulls back like something just occurred to him.

“What about you?”

Alex furrows his brow. “I love you, too?”

Michael rolls his eyes and pushes Alex back a little bit, keeping his fingers wrapped around the collar of Alex’s jacket so that he doesn’t get too far.

“I mean this honeymoon is starting to sound a little one sided.”

Alex just tightens his arms around Michael’s shoulders pulling himself closer.

“Well, I’m gonna get to hack into a secure NASA database and there is a cabana right on the beach with our name on it, and,” he continues leaning in even closer and lowering his voice, until it’s barely a whisper. “I’m only planning on packing some sunscreen.”

Michael makes a low noise at the back of his throat and pushes in to give him a kiss when Max clears his throat loudly.

Alex shuts his eyes.

He had forgotten all about Max.

When he opens his eyes and looks at Michael, it’s to see that Michael also forgot.

They both sigh at once and then let each other go, turning to Max.

There is a look on Max’s face, as though he’s starting to understand something, which makes Alex defensive immediately.

"You were right," he tells Michael, who leans a little bit closer to Alex until their shoulders are pressed together and he can tangle their fingers together.

"I usually am," Michael says, with just a small hint of animosity.

Max rolls his eyes.

"About me never seeing you actually happy," he continues and both Alex and Michael freeze, staring at him with wide eyes.

Max just shakes his head. "I still don't understand any of this, but I don't want to lose you Michael."

Alex feels Michael tightens his fingers around his.

"You're not losing me," Michael says, finally. "You're my brother, and as much as I hate it, it gives you a reason to meddle and be worried, but there really isn't anything to worry about. I swear."

Max looks down at their joined hands and then back up to Alex's face.

"I'm beginning to see that," he answers.

Michael lets Alex go, and herds Max out of the cabin with one arm around his shoulder.

They talk and Alex watches as Michael leads Max to his jeep.

Max says something that makes Michael stop and dart his eyes at Alex, before looking back at Max and then pulling him into a hug.

Alex bites down on the smile that wants to spread across his face and just leans against the door jamb waiting for Michael to come back.

Max leaves, and Michael jogs up the steps and stops right in front of Alex lifting one eyebrow.

He seems to be lighter than he had been when this whole thing started and Alex feels happiness bubbling inside of him at the thought that things were turning around, at least where Michael's siblings were concerned.

"That went much better than my last talk with Max," Alex says, which makes both of Michael's eyebrows raise up.

"You had a talk with Max about us?"

Alex just gives him a winning, innocent smile, and drags him into a kiss when he just continues to look at him expectantly.

Alex manages to distract Michael enough that he gets them across the cabin and almost to the bedroom, when he trips over one of the squeaky toys that he forgot to pack for Buffy.

They pull apart as Michael steadies them, pushing his body flush against Alex's and pinning him to the wall.

They both look at each other, breathless and pink cheeked, and then look at the toy on the ground that squeaks as it inflates slowly.

"So, Buffy," Michael starts and Alex just smiles as he turns back to face him.

"I already filled out all of the paperwork," he says, reaching up and dragging fingers through Michael's hair. "And they'll have everything ready for her to come home with us once we get back."

Michael smiles, bright and happy, and Alex feels so happy he could burst.

"I love you, Mr. Guerin," Michael whispers, leaning in close, eyes darting down to Alex's mouth.

"And I love you, Mr. Guerin," Alex responds.

Michael seals the words with a kiss and Alex responds back enthusiastically, feeling like he's finally, finally home.

#malex fic #thecostofgreatness #geeze the amount of you that said finally was a LOT #but here you go #after almost a whole year #i know i know #thepriceofgreatness

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