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here we go

"Well, your brain did a factory reset, so you kind of are seeing new people every day," Ellie joked at breakfast one morning.

AHAHAHA i’m sorry the way i cackled at the factory reset bit. i really loved the scene between reader and ellie, it felt SO natural and again i just really love your characterization of ellie! i’m so curious about ben and lisa i couldn’t tell if ellie froze because she was like WHOA does she remember them?! or because those two have some kind of story that’s going to leave us shook 👀

i also really loved the scene with maria. reader does care for joel but her frustrations about the situation and the way she kind of gets….idk if annoyed is the right word but i interpret it as she’s getting annoyed being asked about how it’s going with joel and don’t get me wrong, i love the man and i am ROOTING for her to remember but it’s so realistic that she feels that way. sure we know and love joel as the audience, but SHE doesn’t know or remember him and on top of that, the pressure she must feel? i feel for joel but man i sure do feel for her too

How the hell could one man manage to scare half the town the way Joel Miller did? You thought you were beginning to see a glimmer of the man underneath the hardened exterior, but what on earth drew you to him in the first place? What did your past self see in him that made you so enamored? And why couldn't you see it now?

it’s fine. this is fine. not heart wrenching at all.

"For what?" he snapped, and his tone took a sudden turn. When you met his gaze again, the warmth was gone, and in its place was a face of stone. "What does that matter?" he asked, his voice rising a little. "You're here, you did what you had to do. We all did. What's the point in rehashin' it?"

"What's the point?" you repeated, bewildered. "The point is so I can learn about myself. So I can figure out the person I became, the person you fell in love with!"

YES GIRL STAND UP FOR YOURSELF

(no and really who are ben and lisa and what is their deal ?! why is everyone so weird about them?! i didn’t miss anything right?!) sorry moving along.

he gave her books be still my heart. and wait did he almost call her baby?! i’m going to go cry now. it’s fine. no really, i’m fine.

You felt a stirring low in your stomach as you continued to watch, with your jaw slack and your breaths shallow. Joel finally reached out and grabbed the lead, then ran the flat of his hand slowly up and down the horse's nose, giving it a little scratch between the eyes, and you clenched your thighs together.

OH GURL MY THIGHS CLENCHED TOGETHER TOO that moment was so hot.

"Okay. What do you miss most about your life before?" you asked him out of the blue. His stomach lurched, his mind immediately filled with thoughts of a little girl with curly hair and dark brown eyes that once made him finally understand the true meaning of unconditional love.

no really i am not on the verge of tears AT ALL.

oh my god the way he just let her tell the story all over again. THAT TENSION WHEN HE LEANED IN JUST A BIT. HER FIRST TIME SEEING A CLICKER. THE DETAILS OF THE ACCIDENT.

JOEL GOING FERAL. POOR JESSE GETTING HIS ASS KICKED. READER CALLING HIM OUT. HIM TELLING HER ABOUT SARAH??????

okay this chapter was packed with SO much and if i didn’t have to walk my dog before it gets dark and a paper to write i’d pluck more quotes and moments from it but i just want to do this reblog while it’s all fresh in mind.

i love this chapter so much and tuhis series is chefs kiss!

i know who you are | 3. the accident

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You and Joel spend some time getting to know each other, but during dinner with Tommy and Maria, the truth comes out about your accident.

Chapter Warnings: language, angst, pining, sad!Joel, amnesia, slow burn, mild description of head wound/stitches, flirting, clickers, violence and some descriptions of injuries/blood

WC: 10.4K

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Two Weeks Later

"This place is a lot bigger than I thought. I feel like I see someone new every day."

"Well, your brain did a factory reset, so you kind of are seeing new people every day," Ellie joked at breakfast one morning. Joel had been scheduled on early morning patrol shifts lately, so it was just the two of you before Ellie's classes started. You felt bad, but you grew to enjoy these mornings with just her. She was easy to get along with and she didn't pester you constantly about your memory loss. It was like she just accepted it for what it was and moved on. Joel, on the other hand, was a different story.

"What are you doing today?" she asked, pushing away her bowl of oatmeal.

"I have to go get these stitches removed," you said, your fingers coming up to brush across your injured scalp. "Couldn't come any sooner. They are so itchy."

She hummed and crossed her arms. "Surprised Joel didn't wanna come with you. He's been hovering over you non-stop."

"Yeah, tell me about it," you muttered. When you caught the playful glean in her eye, you backtracked. "Not that I don't appreciate everything he's done for me, it's just..." you trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"It's just a lot?" she offered, and you nodded, relieved that she understood.

"I didn't exactly tell him, either," you said, dropping your gaze to pick at your cuticle in shame. "Every time I go to the clinic, he scares the shit out of that poor doctor."

She laughed softly and stretched her arms out behind her head. "Joel does that to people. He comes off like a pitbull but in reality? He's just a golden retriever."

A slow smile stretched across your face as you absorbed her words, then burst out laughing.

"That is-" you began, cutting yourself off with another laugh, "the most accurate description I could ever possibly think of."

"I've known him for a long time, what can I say?" she said with a grin while throwing her hands up in the air.

Your laughter died down as you stared at the table, lost in thought. Glancing up at Ellie, you decided to see what else she might shed some light on.

"Do you know of a Ben and Lisa?"

She froze and looked at you quizzically for a moment before dropping her hands back down onto the table.

"Yeah, do you remember them?"

"No, no," you said quickly, waving her off. "I kept a journal. Y'know, from before. And I was reading it the other day and I mentioned them. Are they around?"

Ellie glanced around the somewhat crowded room before meeting your eyes again. "No, not today. They don't really come out much," she said, examining you carefully. "They have a small house on the outskirts of town. They are... homebodies, I guess? I think they've been in here, like, twice, since you guys arrived."

"So, they came here with me?" you confirmed, and she nodded.

"Yeah, the three of you arrived together," she said. Her eyes glanced up and saw a few classmates heading out the front door. "I better go, school's starting soon," she said, pushing her chair back and grabbing her backpack.

"Yeah, okay," you said, sitting back in your chair. "Thanks, Ellie," you called after her, and she shot you a quick wave before running to catch up with her friends.

You wished you had more time to ask her about Ben and Lisa. Were they together? Were they siblings? Friends? How did you meet them? What did they know about your past?

The questions were piling up as you let your mind wander. You didn't even realize Maria, Tommy's wife, had approached your table until she said your name for the second time.

"Sorry," you told her, shaking your head.

She smiled and pulled out a chair, joining you at your now empty table. "Don't worry about it. I wanted to check on you. How have you been feeling?"

"Better," you said honestly. "I haven't needed the Tylenol really, so I'm going to bring the rest back to Nick this morning."

"That's fantastic," she said, leaning forward. She regarded you quietly for a moment before speaking again. "Any luck on your memories?"

You sighed and shook your head. It was inevitable - everyone eventually asked you the same question, either morbid curiosity or genuine concern encouraging them. And you tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But you couldn't help but feel like a failure every time when the answer was no.

And then Maria asked the next question everybody always asked.

"How's Joel handling everything?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Of course this was hard for him. It was hard for you, too, just in a different way.

"Alright, I guess."

"Are you two getting along? I know Tommy mentioned you were nervous-"

"Yeah," you said, cutting her off. "It was a little weird at first but it's not so bad now." You glanced around the dining hall, which was mostly empty. "Can you tell me a little bit about him? About us? I would ask Joel, but any time he tells me about some memory, I can see it hurts him. And I just can't stand to see that look in his eye again."

Maria gave you a sympathetic look and squeezed your hand. "I get it. It must be hard, I'm so sorry," she said, and you could feel the tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes.

"I just feel like I'm always letting him down," you said, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"You're not. Hey, look at me," she said, forcing you to drag your eyes up to meet hers. "You're not letting him down. He loves you. You have no idea how much. That man has been head over heels since the moment you met. He'd do anything for you-"

"I know, and that's what makes this so much worse!" you exclaimed. "I'm sitting around that house all day - our house - waiting for my brain to fucking work and give him the person he's waiting for and I just can't! I can't-" you slammed your palms flat on the table. "I can't fucking-" you buried your face in your hands as you tried to conceal your tears. Maria rubbed soothing circles on your back, giving you time to collect yourself.

"Sounds to me like you're going a little stir-crazy."

You dragged a shaky breath in and nodded, letting your hands fall to your lap.

"What if we got you assigned some work around town? Something light, nothing too strenuous. Would that help?" she asked softly, and your pulse began to return to normal.

"Yeah, I think that would be nice," you said, flashing her a small smile.

"Your choice, then," she said, pulling her hand back, "what are you good at or interested in? I figure stables are probably not a good idea. Tommy said you were having trouble riding. Is there anything you'd like to do?"

You pursed your lips and thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure... can I get back to you?" you asked, realizing once again that you knew very little about yourself.

"Of course," Maria said before standing up from her chair. "You know where to find me whenever you think of something. Or if you just want to talk... I'm here, okay?"

You gave her a watery smile before whispering your thanks, then watched her make her way towards the doors. You sighed and looked around, realizing you were the only one left after the breakfast rush, so you pushed yourself to your feet and followed Maria's footsteps. You had a few more hours before Joel was supposed to come back from patrol, so you decided to walk over to the infirmary and get your stitches removed.

The streets of Jackson were mercifully quiet. Most people were working and the kids were in school, so you didn't run into too many folks on your way towards the other end of town. You wrapped your arms around yourself a little tighter. The chill in the air still lingered from overnight, making you shiver. As you walked, you looked around at the buildings like you normally did, trying your hardest to shake loose a memory, or at this point, even a flicker of a moment, but nothing came.

You trudged up the steps to the infirmary and stepped inside, grateful to be back indoors where it was warm. A little bell rang above your head, announcing your presence, and a moment later you heard Nick's footsteps coming down the hallway. When he lifted his head and saw you, his eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for Joel.

"All alone today?" he asked, then motioned for you to follow him.

"Yeah, Joel's busy," you said, and you swore you could see his shoulders relax.

"I know the feeling," he said, standing next to an empty exam room and holding his arm out to his side, inviting you to enter first, so you did. "I've been trying to get around to doing inventory for weeks, but I'm swamped. Can't seem to find a quiet day," he continued as he opened and closed some cabinets. He pulled on a pair of gloves and opened a drawer for some scissors before placing it on a clean washcloth next to the bed and putting his glasses on.

"Oh, speaking of inventory," you said, leaning to the side so you could fish the pills out of your jeans pocket. You held them out to him with a smile. "Didn't need them all."

"Excellent. Thank you," he said, plucking the baggie from your fingers and setting them down on the counter next to the scissors. "Glad they helped. And again, I'm sorry I couldn't offer anything stronger-"

"Don't be sorry, I understand," you said, then tucked your chin into your chest so he could get a good look at the back of your head. He began to carefully snip away at the irritating thread, taking his time to pull each and every piece out without tugging too much on your skin. You noticed aside from the two of you, the office sounded quiet.

"All alone today, too?" you asked.

"Yes, unfortunately," he said with a sigh. "My aide, Monica, got poached from me. They needed someone on patrol since-" he cut himself off and cleared his throat, and you frowned before you realized what he was about to say.

"Since they had to replace me," you finished for him.

"Yes."

Your lips pressed into a thin line as Nick continued to work away at your stitches. Another casualty in the hurricane that your accident seemed to cause.

"Hey, what if I helped you?" you blurted out, and his hands paused.

"You want to be my aide?"

"Sure. Well, do I need any medical knowledge? I don't know much, but I can help you with inventory or cleaning instruments or... whatever else you might need."

You could sense his hesitation without even having to see his face and you knew in an instant he was thinking about Joel.

"Maria approached me this morning about a job. She said it would be good for me and I agreed. But if I'm not qualified, I understand-"

"No, no, it's not that," he said, and you rolled your eyes. Of course not.

"Joel isn't the boss of me," you said after a moment. He stepped backwards and you lifted your head up to look at him.

"He's an intimidating man," Nick said by way of explanation. He snapped his gloves off and tossing them in the trash. "Why don't you run it by him first? As a favor to me?" he added with a half smile. You sighed and nodded before sliding off the bed.

"Sure, I'll talk to him when he gets back," you agreed, following Nick towards the front door. You thanked him before heading back down the street, your fingers gingerly tracing your closed wound before you shoved your hands into your pockets.

You desperately needed to discover more of the person you were before your accident. Maybe then you would get some more insight.

When you got back to Joel's house, you decided to take what little quiet time you had left and read some more of your journal. As the sun rose in the sky, the day began to heat up a bit, taking away that frigid chill in the air, so you cracked a window in his living room and curled up on a worn out, but very comfortable, arm chair.

You flipped through the pages, your eyes landing on the last entry you read: Joel lied to me.

You never asked him about it. Either you were too afraid of the answer or you were too afraid he wouldn't tell the truth. At first, you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing. That maybe you had just gotten into a fight on that particular day and you were mad. But seeing how sporadically you had updated the journal, you got the feeling you wouldn't have written it unless it was important.

And why wouldn't you have elaborated? What could it have been? Something that was so serious, you didn't want to risk putting it down in writing?

You hadn't realized how long you were staring at those four words until you heard Joel's heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs of the porch. You snapped the book shut and looked up just as he opened the door. His dark eyes found you immediately and, as usual, you saw what you always saw - relief in seeing you again, the joy one had when they saw their other half, the attraction a man has for the one he loves.

Damn him and his expressive eyes.

"Hey," you said with a small smile, "how was patrol?"

"Not too bad," he replied, kicking off his boots. "Quiet. No infected. Me 'n Alex made short work of our route," he said, strolling over to collapse into the couch next to your chair. He rubbed his eyes with a deep sigh, his head resting on the back of the couch.

"Tired?"

"Yeah," he said, dropping his hand to his lap and rolling his head in your direction. "Glad I got tomorrow off. Maybe we can do somethin' together."

"Yeah, okay," you agreed. Maybe it would be a good opportunity to learn more about him without directly asking. His eyes drifted down to the journal in your lap and he jutted his chin towards it.

"Read anythin' interesting?"

Looking down at it for a brief moment, you thought about asking him what he lied about, but you ultimately decided against it.

"Yeah, actually," you said, flipping a different page open. "I wrote about a Ben and Lisa. Ellie told me we arrived together and they keep to themselves," you continued, looking up at him. His expression was unreadable. "Maybe I should pay them a visit one of these days. Maybe they can tell me a little about myself before-"

"Yeah, maybe," he said suddenly, then stood up to head towards the kitchen. You frowned, your eyes following him as he filled a glass of water. When he turned back to you, you were still looking at him, waiting for him to say something else.

"Why don't you give it a little time before you go seein' them," he suggested after downing his water in one gulp.

"It's been two weeks," you said quietly, "how much more time should I give it?" He shrugged and strolled back into the living room, leaning against the doorframe.

"What'dya wanna know?" he asked, avoiding your question. "I know you better than anyone. I can answer your questions."

"I didn't know you the whole ten years, though," you reminded him, unfolding your legs from the chair. "It sounds like they knew me longer. I just thought they could tell me how I survived-"

"What's the point?" you repeated, bewildered. "The point is so I can learn about myself. So I can figure out the person I became, the person you fell in love with!"

Something flickered across his face for a brief moment before his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he said, the edge to his voice now gone. "I'll take you to see 'em one of these days. We'll go together. I haven't seen 'em in a while myself. It'd be good to catch up," he added.

"Okay," you said slowly, "thank you." He took a deep breath and angled his head towards the stairs.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," he mumbled, and you nodded, your eyes following him up the steps until he disappeared around the corner.

Joel Miller was an incredibly difficult man to figure out. Just when you thought you knew who he was, he did something like that and it made you second guess yourself. You had determined that aggressive side came out when he was protecting the ones he loved. So who was he protecting this time?

"What'dya wanna do today?" Joel asked you around a mouthful of eggs from across your kitchen table.

"Um, I don't know," you said, pushing your food around on your plate uncomfortably. You thought spending time alone with him was a good idea, but when you woke up that morning, you felt nervous. "Did you have anything in mind?"

He sat back in his chair and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "If you were feelin' up for it, thought I could take you outside the walls a bit. Maybe teach you how to ride again."

You perked up at his suggestion. For some reason, you didn't consider leaving Jackson as an option.

"Yeah, that sounds great," you said with a grin, and his chest warmed at the sight. He missed seeing you smile. Then he remembered something that might make you smile again. He stood up quickly, his chair sliding back across the hardwood floor, and walked over to his backpack, still hanging by the door from yesterday.

"What are you doing?" you called after him, but he didn't reply until he reentered the room with his hands behind his back.

"Forgot I gotcha somethin' when I was out yesterday," he said, trying to bite back his smile. It didn't even occur to him until the last second that you might not like what he was about to give you, that maybe your tastes were different ten years ago, but it was too late now. Nervously, he held out two worn paperback books. You stood up with a curious look on your face and took them in your hands, your eyes running over the covers quickly before turning them over and reading the backs. He shifted his weight as he anxiously waited for your reaction, and when he was rewarded with another huge smile, he couldn't hold his own back.

"These sound great," you told him, glancing at the books again. "I love mysteries, this is..." you met his eyes briefly before shyly looking back down. "This is so thoughtful of you, Joel. Thank you."

He beamed with pride, thrilled that he was able to do something nice for you. "You're welcome, ba- ahem," he coughed, stopping himself from finishing his sentence. You looked back up at him, heat creeping up both of your necks. He cleared his throat and turned around, picking up your plates. "You're welcome," he said again, "thought you might be gettin' bored 'round here."

He rinsed the plates in the sink before heading towards the front door. You put your two books on the counter and trailed after him, the both of you sliding on your boots and jackets. Joel grabbed his backpack before opening the door for you and he followed you down the porch steps.

"Yeah, I'm definitely getting a little bored," you said, eyeing him up as you walked side by side towards the stables. "But speaking of that, I was talking to Maria yesterday and she suggested I get a job." His head swiveled over to you, lips parted in surprise, but before he could speak, you continued. "She said I can pick whatever I want, nothing too strenuous."

He nodded and looked straight ahead again, your words rolling around in his head. "Yeah, suppose that makes sense."

"Good," you said, pleased he was open to the idea. "So when I was at the infirmary yesterday, Nick mentioned-"

"Why were you at the infirmary? Were you in pain? Did you get hurt?"

"Joel, I was fine," you said with a huff. You pointed to the back of your head. "I had my stitches removed."

He stopped in his tracks, which made you skid to a halt. His arms reached out to lift up your hair but at the last second, he held back.

"Can I?" he asked over your shoulder, and you nodded. He gingerly lifted up your hair to take a look at your injury, which felt much better now that the stitches were gone.

"Made showering so much easier," you told him. He hummed and dropped your hair.

"Looks good," he said, and continued walking. "You shoulda waited, I woulda went with you," he added.

"It took ten minutes," you said, waving him off as the stables came into view. "But while I was there, Nick mentioned his aide got reassigned to patrol to fill my old position, so I offered to take her place."

"You wanna work at the infirmary?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"I don't know much, but he said I didn't need to. He just needs help around the office. Cleaning up, taking inventory, maybe help him with some minor procedures. Hand him tools and all that," you said, and Joel nodded slowly.

"Alright," he said, "if that's what you wanna do, sure."

And although you weren't asking for his permission, it felt like you got it, anyway.

As you got closer to the stables, the high pitched whinny of a horse in a nearby paddock caught both your attention. The horse looked smaller - younger - and was attached to a long rope, and in the center of the field holding the other end was a man around Joel's age. Even from a distance, you could see the clench in his jaw and the way his muscles strained to rein in the animal, but he was losing the fight. The horse was too young and too strong and kept pulling away, getting as far away from the man as possible before the lead went taught and the horse was forced to face the man again. Each time it happened, the horse let out a shrill whinny and stomped its hooves in the dirt, expressing its displeasure.

"That's Caleb," Joel said as you both paused to watch. "Must be breakin' in a yearling."

"Breaking in?" you asked, your eyes still glued to the horse, whose head was twisting around angrily, trying to break free.

"It means he's tryin' to tame her so we can ride her," he explained, and you nodded. You both leaned up against the fence and watched the beautiful animal rear up and then dig its hooves deeper into the dirt, dust kicking up into a cloud around them. Caleb was struggling. Sweat was dripping down his face as he tugged on the lead and shouted commands at the horse, but she was having none of it.

The horse's whinnies were becoming louder and more panicked. The whites of her eyes showed when Caleb attempted to get closer, his skin tight over his knuckles from holding onto the rope. Once Caleb got close enough, the horse swung its massive head around in the air then reared back again with all its might, pulling Caleb off his feet unexpectedly with a shout.

"Shit," Joel muttered. He gripped the top rail of the fence and hauled himself over before you could even process what was happening. You watched, eyes wide, as Joel ran into the middle of the field, his arms raised up high over his head to keep the horse from stomping on Caleb.

"Hey! Hey!" you heard Joel's booming voice shout at the animal, drawing her attention off Caleb. The horse charged at Joel, but swerved away at the last second. Joel turned around and gave Caleb a hand, dragging him to his feet before the horse made its way back to where they stood.

"Hey," Joel said, softer this time, but his arms still stretched out in front of him. The horse skidded to a stop a few feet away, snorting and pawing at the dirt, its long tail flicking back and forth. Caleb stood and dusted himself off before taking a few steps backwards to catch his breath, but Joel remained in the same spot. He stared down the animal, the two of them silently sizing the other up. Joel's voice rang out again, just as soft as before. "Hey, shh, girl," he said, relaxing his stance a bit.

You stood cemented to the ground, entranced, as you watched the stand off between man and beast. Joel didn't look scared. He barely even flinched when the horse let out another high pitched squeal. He stood tall and firm, refusing to back down, and patiently waited for the horse to come to him.

He left his arm outstretched as an olive branch, his eyes never leaving the horse. He murmured low, soothing noises until it took a tentative step forward. Joel nodded encouragingly and continued to speak softly, earning him another step.

After a few minutes of Joel calmingly murmuring to the horse, he handed the rope back to Caleb, who expressed his deepest gratitude before carefully leading the filly back towards the stables. Joel turned back towards you, dusting his hands off as he walked. Your cheeks felt warm by the time he made it to the other side of the fence and climbed over.

"That was..." you trailed off, not sure what to say. He smirked at you as he leaned down to pick his backpack up. "That was really impressive," you finally squeaked out. Unbeknownst to you, he could see right through you. He'd known you for too long and he especially knew what you looked like when you were aroused. He eyed you up and down before nodding towards the stables.

"It's 'bout respect and patience. You get what you give," he explained as he wiped away some sweat that formed on the back of his neck. Your mouth went dry at the sight.

"H-have you done that before?"

"What, break in wild animals?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you, and you nodded. If he didn't already clock the way you were reacting, he wouldn't have said what he said next. "No. Only you."

You choked on your laughter and he grinned.

"I hardly think I can compare to a wild horse," you said, your cheeks on fire.

"You're right. Tamin' you was harder."

"I thought I was the one who confronted you about sneaking around? Which is it?" you teased as you followed him into the barn, the scent of hay and leather and the sound of horses gently snorting in their stalls invading your senses.

"Oh, you did. You just didn't like sneakin' 'round. Took a lot longer to make you fall in love and move in with me," he said. He walked up to a list pinned to a clipboard and scribbled his name inside an empty slot.

"Mm, and you really think you can do it again?" you asked, trying to sound doubtful but your smile gave you away. He glanced down at you, leaning against the wall for a moment, his eyes lingering on your lips and cheeks before chuckling.

"Oh, absolutely," he said lowly, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

"Alright, Casanova. Let's get a move on," you said, rolling your eyes and turning away, but not before he caught the excited glint in your eye.

Thank god for Joel's backpack.

That was the only thing separating you two as you clung to him from behind as he steered your borrowed horse through the woods. It was peaceful. Serene, even. It was hard to believe so many horrible things happened, and were still happening, in this world when you were surrounded by such beauty. And you might have been able to appreciate it more if you weren't so utterly distracted by your body's reaction to Joel. You couldn't imagine what you would be thinking and feeling if there wasn't a buffer between you. Had you been able to feel each and every strong muscle in his back and shoulders, or the heat rolling off him, or fully commit to memory his very unique and intoxicating scent.

No, luckily you had some distance, and by the time he reached the field he was looking for, you felt like you had regained your senses. You brushed off your earlier reaction to your hormones and nothing more by the time you slid down from the horse and joined Joel on the ground.

"It's so quiet out here," you remarked, looking around and shrugging off your jacket. By now, the sun had risen high enough in the sky to warm everything up around you, the frosty morning air long since melted away. Joel tied the reins of your horse around a tree trunk and took off his own jacket, slinging it over the saddle.

"We used to come out here a lot," was all he said, avoiding your eyes. You looked around again, trying to find something familiar. He could tell what you were doing and he shook his head.

"Don't try to force it, it ain't gonna do any good," he said, and you looked over at him, surprised.

"Sorry. I'm really trying," you said softly, looking down at the dirt. He looked at you sadly, just for a moment when your attention was on your shoes, then forced a smile across his face.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somethin'."

You followed him through the thinning trees towards the open field; the grass waist high as you hiked through it together, cicadas singing all around you as you walked. The sun was growing more powerful, but you weren't uncomfortable.

"This is my favorite time of year," you told him, and he glanced over at you. "It's not too hot, not too cold."

He smiled and looked straight ahead once again. "I know. You like warm days and cold nights."

"That's right," you said, pressing your lips together and wondering if there would ever be anything you could tell him that he didn't already seem to know. "You have a good memory."

"When it comes to you, yeah."

Joel held out an arm to stop you, your face angled towards the ground as you walked so you wouldn't trip. You looked up when you ran into his arm, first at him, and then at the scenery before you.

It was breathtaking. Somehow, without even realizing it, you were on top of a mountain. Or, close to it, anyway. Near the edge, you looked around and saw other hills and valleys surrounding you, green and lush and full of life. A flock of blackbirds swooped by straight ahead, and way down below, between all the jagged rocks, was a little lazy river.

"This is beautiful," you breathed, your eyes glistening. Joel studied your face while you were distracted, his eyes never once looking at the nature surrounding you.

"Yeah, I know," he whispered. You dragged your eyes away from the view and gave him a dazzling smile, one that made his chest ache, before sitting down at the edge of the grass with a sigh.

"Barbeques," he choked out, hoping you didn't pick up on his mood shift.

"Mm, that's a good one," you said dreamily, still staring out over the edge of the cliff. "What was your favorite part?"

He felt himself relax a bit as you forced his mind to shift gears. "The music. The food. Just... lazy weekends, hangin' out with friends or family. Spendin' time with people I cared 'bout."

"What's your favorite barbeque food?" you asked, pulling your knees up to your chest and turning your head towards him.

He thought about it for a moment, his daughter's memory drifting back into the recesses of his mind. "Ribs. Or maybe burgers. Tough call," he said with a chuckle. You slapped the side of your leg and turned your whole body towards him excitedly.

"Oh, my god. Speaking of ribs. My brother - Matty - one time he was in an 'all you can eat' ribs competition," you said, a grin already pulling at the corners of your mouth. "He was like, 22 at the time and he could really pack food away. Like, really eat. It scared the shit outta my mom, she had no idea how he did it and still stayed so trim," you said, and Joel chuckled. "Anyway, he entered this contest and all of the other contestants were these, like, huge guys. I'm talking pushing 300 pounds huge, right?" you said, the excitement evident in your voice now as your eyes shone bright, making Joel smile even more. "So, anyway, one by one these guys are dropping like flies and my brother just kept mowing down all these ribs like it was nothing. It was down to him and one other guy and the other guy looked like he was about to tap out. The prize was like, a thousand bucks, and we were all getting so damn excited. He was gonna win!" you said, your voice getting louder the more excited you became. Seeing you that happy for the first time in weeks made Joel's heart feel like it was going to burst, so he played along and urged you on. "Then, Matty freezes. And I'm staring at him. And he's just staring down at his hands, and we're all like 'what the hell is he doing?' and suddenly - woosh!" you said with a giggle, using your arms for emphasis. "He pukes everywhere! It was so fucking much, Joel! And it was so disgusting, oh my god. People were running from their seats and dry heaving, and me and my parents are fucking dying with laughter," you said, your giggles growing louder the more you remembered. You wiped a stray tear from the corner of your eye as you continued. "Anyway, of course he got disqualified and he never could be in the same room as a rack of ribs ever again," you finished, flashing him a grin. But when you saw his expression, although he was smiling and giving you some obligatory laughs, you could tell it wasn't the first time he had heard that story.

"You knew that already, didn't you?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. He smirked and looked down at his hands.

"Yeah," he admitted, and you groaned. "But it's still a real funny story. I love the way you tell it."

"I wonder if there's anything I didn't tell you," you said with a sigh. He inched a little closer when he heard the despair in your voice.

"It doesn't matter. I love hearin' everythin' 'bout you," he said, and you gave him a little smile. "You could tell me a hundred times and I wouldn't care."

He kept saying that word. Love. Over and over, like it was nothing. You looked away, his eye contact too intense all of the sudden, and stared out at the beauty before you. But you could still feel the heat of his gaze on your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your mind raced, trying to think of something else to say when he softly whispered your name. You tilted your head in his direction and the look in his eye caused you to temporarily forget how to breathe. He was staring at you like you were the only other person in the world. Like you were a siren, calling to him on the sea, or Aphrodite, knocking him to his knees in prayer.

No, no, no, you thought as he leaned in a fraction, his eyes flicking down to your lips. Too soon. Not ready.

A blood curdling screech echoed from somewhere behind you. Somewhere far too close for comfort. You froze, eyes wide and scared, but Joel whipped around and reached into his backpack, pulling out his revolver and knife.

Stay here, he mouthed, pressing a finger to his lips, and you couldn't remember if you acknowledged him or not before he crouched and disappeared into the long grass, leaving you all alone on the edge of a very dangerous cliff with some terrifying monster nearby. Slowly, trying very hard not to make a sound, you turned your head, searching for the source of the noise. As you scanned the field, the tall grass hiding Joel somewhere in its depths, you spotted it. It, being the only proper word.

It was hideous. Fucking disgusting. Half its face was overgrown with fungus plates, its mouth wide and wet and dribbling with blood, teeth yellowed and bared. It hunched over as it got closer and closer to you, snapping its jaw like a lion, trying to locate its next meal. You swallowed roughly as it got closer, its torn clothes and bent fingers coming into view. And the smell. The stench of death and rot filled the air, completely ruining the beautiful backdrop you were admiring mere minutes ago. Your heart slammed wildly in your chest, your breathing unsteady and your hands shook violently. You had nothing to defend yourself. You looked to your side, wondering if you could push it over the cliff if necessary. Where was Joel?!

Just as it was about to clear the grass and step into the clearing, Joel leapt up behind the creature and stabbed it in the back of the head with a loud grunt. It collapsed in an instant, blood spilling from its skull as Joel stood over the corpse, shoulders and chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath.

"Oh my god," you whispered, your trembling hands coming up to cover your mouth as you stared at the lifeless body. You hadn't seen an infected alive yet. And they were far more terrifying than you ever imagined. Tears welled up in your eyes that you quickly tried to flick away, but Joel already noticed.

"You okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he cleaned his knife off in the grass.

"Yeah," you replied shakily, still staring at the dead infected a few feet away. You slowly forced yourself to your feet and walked around it, only stopping when you were safely in the grass. With a grunt, Joel kicked the body closer and closer to the edge until it tumbled over. You winced as you heard its body faintly thudding and cracking against the rocks and branches below. He glanced over at you, your face screwed up with a mix of distaste and fear, and he sighed.

"Wanna just head back?"

"Yeah," you said, looking at the view once more before following him through the tall grass. "It was nice while it lasted, though."

The two of you trudged through the grass quietly, back towards the woods. He could tell you were shaken up and he inwardly cursed the clicker for ruining what could have ended up being a really nice day with you. A day where he thought he was making some progress. He made you smile and laugh and he definitely recognized that heated look in your eye back at the stables, but all of those memories suddenly seemed so distant. It wasn't until the horse came into view that he even remembered why he brought you out in the first place.

"You still wanna learn to ride?"

You looked up at him, your perfect lips parted ever so slightly. It made him want to grab your chin and press his mouth against yours so he could remember what you felt like again.

"Oh, sure," you said, glancing wearily over at the horse as you approached.

"Why don't you take the reins and I'll sit behind you," he offered as he untied the horse from the tree. "That way I can take over if you're feelin' too nervous."

"Okay..." you agreed slowly, realizing that meant he would be pressed up against you for the entire ride home. And this time, there wouldn't be a buffer.

He laced his fingers together and bent forward, offering you a boost. You got a good grip on the saddle and delicately placed your foot in his hands before he launched you upwards. You swung your leg over and shifted in the saddle a bit, looking down at the back of the horse's head. Its long ears flickered back and forth, trying to shoo away the flies.

You gasped when the saddle shifted slightly and Joel climbed up behind you. Your body stiffened and you stared straight ahead as he got himself comfortable. You tried to block it out, but when his arms wrapped around you from behind and took the reins from your grasp, you realized it would be impossible.

"This is how you wanna hold 'em, see?" he murmured softly in your ear, and you immediately felt goosebumps break out up and down your arms. He hadn't been this close before. Not even when he was examining your head wound. His exhale tickled the side of your neck and you realized his lips were dangerously close to your exposed skin. When it occurred to you that he had asked you a question, you blinked and snapped out of it.

"Yeah," you said, and you hoped he would think your hands were shaking because you were nervous to ride and nothing more.

"Now we're ridin' western, so when you steer, you wanna pull the reins across, like this," he said, demonstrating with his hands over yours, and just like that, the horse turned to the left. "And you just do the opposite if you wanna go the other way."

"Okay, makes sense," you replied, surprised you were actually following along.

"You want the horse to move, you gotta squeeze your legs. Gotta do it hard, though. It's a big animal, they can't feel you if you don't squeeze hard."

"Uh huh," you said, so you gave it a try. You squeezed your legs as hard as you could and the horse slowly lumbered forwards, and you squealed with excitement. "I did it!"

Joel chuckled behind you. You could feel the deep rumble through your back and the little puffs of air from his nose on your neck. It made you shudder, and you tried to pass it off like you were cold. The horse began to slowly walk back the way you came, through the trees and past a little stream, and the longer you walked, the more confident you became.

"This isn't so bad," you admitted, and you weren't sure if you were talking about Joel's embrace or riding the horse. You were growing used to his arms around you now, even though you didn't really need his hands to guide yours, you didn't say anything. It was... nice.

"How do I make it go faster?" you asked.

"Well, you can give her a little kick, or you can click your tongue. You remember how to click your tongue?"

You laughed a little and without thinking, you gave it a try. Clicking your tongue experimentally against your teeth sent the horse rushing forward. Just into a trot, but it still took you off guard. You gasped and leaned back into Joel's chest, looking to steady yourself so you wouldn't fall. You could feel him laughing behind you as he tightened his arms around your waist and gave the reins a gentle tug, slowing the horse back down to a walk.

"Not funny!" you exclaimed, but your smile gave you away.

He missed this. He really missed this. He missed holding you and laughing with you and spending time with you. What he wouldn't give to kiss you again. He ached for the way you tasted, the way you moaned underneath him, the feeling of your smooth skin under his rough palms. Every day that passed he felt like he was forgetting little by little, and the urge to remind himself, the urge to pull you into his arms and kiss you deeply and take you to bed with him was becoming more intense by the day.

But he had to be patient. He could be patient. You'd come around, one day. He was sure of it.

By the time you made it back to Jackson, you were feeling much more at ease. Maybe this is what you needed. Some time away with Joel, just the two of you, so you could learn more about him. You had to admit, you were beginning to see a very soft and sweet side to him that you only caught glimpses of in the past.

Before today, you hadn't been able to understand the attraction. He was good looking, you already knew that, but you also knew that couldn't have just been it. That wasn't enough to share a love for one another that he classified as rare and meant to be. Now, it was starting to become clearer. There was something inherently sexy about the way he handled himself. The confidence he had, which, at first, came off as cocky, you now viewed in a different light. After the way he handled the horse in the pasture and the clicker in the field, you were beginning to understand.

Joel Miller was a protector. He cared deeply and passionately for the ones he loved, and he stopped at nothing to defend them. Sometimes that love was misplaced as anger, and that's where he kept losing you.

He had asked if you felt up to joining Tommy and Maria at the dining hall for dinner, and even though you were a little tired from your outing, you agreed.

As you walked down the street together, he had to fight the impulse to hold your hand. He still noticed the way people looked at you, their curiosity over your now famous injury getting the best of them, but once they caught his eye they quickly averted their gaze. It angered him, he couldn't help it. He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. You didn't deserve to be gawked at.

You followed Joel through the crowded hall once again, and just like before, the crowd naturally parted for him. He seemed to be making his way towards the back, towards the same table as before, only this time Tommy and Maria were already seated and waiting.

Maria greeted you with a hug and you gave Tommy a quick smile across the table before sitting down between her and Joel.

"Beautiful day out today," Maria said off to the side while Joel and Tommy talked amongst themselves.

"Yeah, it really was. I'm gonna miss it when the snow comes," you said, giving her a face. "Who's watching your daughter?" you asked suddenly, glancing around as if you could have possibly missed a small child running around.

"Oh, Dina offered to babysit, so we jumped at the chance to get out of the house," she said with a laugh. "Did you do anything exciting today?"

"Yeah, actually," you said, glancing at Joel, who was still talking quietly to his brother. "Joel taught me how to ride a horse. Well... re-taught me, I guess," you said with a small laugh.

"Thats fantastic. I'm glad you were feeling well enough to go out," Maria said with a warm smile.

"Oh, that reminds me-" you said, stopping yourself when Seth came over to take your orders. You just asked for what Maria was getting and turned your attention back to her. "I thought of a job."

Her eyes widened in surprise and she clapped her hands together. "Let's hear it!"

"I thought I could help out at the infirmary," you said, and she nodded along thoughtfully. "Nick was telling me his aide had to join patrol and he says he just needs someone to help do things around the office."

"That sounds like a great idea," she said, but you could hear the hesitation in her voice. When she glanced over at Joel, you connected the dots and sighed.

"He's fine with it," you grumbled, your gaze dropping to your hands.

"Fine with what?" Joel's voice asked from beside you.

"She wants to help out at the infirmary," Maria said, and Tommy grinned.

"Great idea, sugar," he said, "Nick could use the help. He's smart, but he's disorganized as all hell."

"I think it'll be good for you," Joel said, his knee knocking against yours under the table. "Help you get to know everyone a little better. Besides, if anythin' were to happen, you're in the right place," he added, leaning back in his chair so Seth could put his plate down in front of him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, picking up your fork and then scrunching your nose when you saw cherry tomatoes on your plate. Without even looking up, Joel speared the tomatoes with his fork and put them on his plate, then the three of you watched as he gathered his squash and gave it to you.

"I mean, if your head ever got to hurtin' again, then you'd be in the right place," he explained, looking up and licking the pad of his thumb. He frowned a bit when he noticed the table staring at him, and Tommy and Maria quickly ducked their heads to focus on their food, hiding their smiles.

"What?"

You dropped your gaze shyly to your plate and poked at the squash with your fork. "You know I hate tomatoes."

Heat crept up his neck a bit but he grinned. "The acid upsets your stomach," he said, and you chuckled to yourself, about to say something else when Jesse happened to walk by your table with some friends.

"Hey, Jesse!" Tommy called out, making him stop. He gave you all a quick wave before looking at Tommy expectantly. "Think you can join in on the 10am patrol tomorrow? Joel was just tellin' me he saw a clicker in that zone. Don't want any surprises like last time."

"Yeah, of course," Jesse said, then Joel frowned.

"Speakin' of last time," Joel said, his eyes drifting back and forth between the two men. "You never did explain how she got hurt on your patrol."

"That's right," you said, setting down your fork, "what happened? How did I fall? Was it the horse?"

Tommy and Jesse exchanged a nervous look. It was quick, but Joel still caught it. His jaw ticked to the side as he patiently waited for an answer.

"Uh, it was all so fast, and so much was happenin'," Tommy said, clearly floundering.

"Yeah, it's kinda hard to remember exactly," Jesse said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, try," Joel said, his voice dropping an octave. You turned your head slightly to look at him, not understanding why there was a sudden mood shift.

"We got ambushed by a small hoard," Tommy began, pushing his food around on his plate. "Thought we had it handled til a bunch more came outta nowhere," he continued, looking up to meet your eye now. "You were takin' down a runner, didn't see one comin' up behind you and it pushed you down. Knocked your head on a sharp boulder. Jesse 'n me took down the rest of 'em and that's when we realized you were knocked out cold."

You nodded, the story making sense as you remembered waking up to them yelling your name and their clothes covered in blood. But Joel wasn't satisfied. He knew they were leaving something out.

"That all?" he pressed, eyeing his brother. Tommy looked at Joel, a tense moment passing between the two before Tommy slowly nodded. He was about to open his mouth to speak when Jesse interrupted.

"It was my fault."

The whole table turned to look at him, taken aback. His hands were fidgeting at his sides as he avoided Joel's intense stare, trying to look anywhere but at him.

"I wanted to check out this department store. It was too big, we hadn't cleared the area, b-but we hadn't seen any infected in weeks a-and I thought we were good," he said, glancing up quickly at Joel, who was clenching his jaw and glaring at Jesse.

"What'd you need so bad from this store?" Joel seethed, and you saw Jesse swallow nervously.

"I-it's me and Grace's anniversary soon, wanted to get her something-"

Joel stood up quickly, his chair tumbling backwards, clattering loudly on the ground and silencing the room.

"So you wanted to get your girlfriend a present? That's why she can't remember a goddamn thing?" Joel roared, pointing at you. Tommy stood up and held his hands out.

"Calm down, Joel."

"I ain't calmin' down!" he shouted, and you jumped in your chair, scooting away from him and closer to Maria, who put an arm around you and urged you to stand.

"Let's go to the bar," she murmured, ushering you away as if she knew what was coming.

"I-I'm so sorry, Joel," Jesse stammered, tripping over his feet as he tried to put some distance between them.

"Sorry ain't gonna bring her back," he growled, rounding the table, his shoulders tight and his eyes wild. He reached out and grabbed Jesse by the collar before Tommy could react, and slammed him face first into the table. Food and cutlery went everywhere. People at nearby tables backed away but stayed to watch the fight unfold. Joel lifted Jesse up and smashed his face into the table again with a grunt, and this time you heard Jesse cry out in pain. You covered your mouth in horror as you watched Tommy try to pry Joel's hands off of him. "Wonder how many hits it'll take before you forget Grace. Maybe then we'll be even!" he shouted, pulling him back up by the collar. By now, blood poured from Jesse's mouth and his cheeks, mixing with tears as he tried to pull Joel's hands away. Just as Joel was about to slam his head into the table for a third time, you found your voice.

"Stop!!" you screamed, and by some miracle, he did. He still gripped Jesse's shirt in his hands, but Joel twisted his head around to look at you. Whatever he in your face made his fingers loosen their grip and Jesse stumbled backwards, collapsing into a chair as Tommy kneeled down next to him, trying to wipe away the blood.

Joel turned his whole body toward you, his face red and his chest heaving. His eyes were still crazed with anger but you could see it slowly melting away.

He took a step forward and you took a step back.

His eyes dropped to your feet, regret washing over him in an instant.

"Maria, can you gimme a hand?" Tommy called out, and she rushed over to help Jesse stand. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw them slowly leading Jesse towards the front door, no doubt in search of the doctor to help patch his wounds, but your eyes remained locked on Joel.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, not caring about all the onlookers still frozen in silence. But you did. You opened your mouth, then glanced around and thought better of it.

"Not here," you said under your breath, then stalked towards the exit, pushing your way past people until you felt the cool night air in your lungs.

You hurried down the street, wrapping your arms around yourself as you barreled home. You didn't turn around to see if he was following you. You knew he was. It was almost like you could feel him now. His presence draped around you like a scarf, surrounding you, engulfing you, suffocating you.

Storming up the porch steps, you flung the door open and walked inside, not bothering to close it behind you. You charged into the kitchen and paced around, your anger boiling inside you with nowhere for it to go.

"I'm sorry," he tried again from the doorway, trying to give you space. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. His eyebrows were pinched together as he quietly waited for you to say something.

"Have you always been like this?"

His breath caught in his throat and he paused for a moment before replying. "Since we met? Yes."

"So you're saying I've caused you to act like a caveman when you hear something you don't like?" you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly.

"No, no, that's not - what I meant was, since you've known me, I've... had a temper," he said, quickly correcting himself.

You let a silent moment pass between you as you thought about what he said.

"It's no wonder it took me so long to fall in love with you," you said, and he winced. He looked away, trying to hide the pain, and you couldn't help but feel a little bad, but you stood your ground.

"It didn't bother you before," he mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Well, it bothers me now," you snapped, and he nodded.

"Okay, then I'll work on it," he conceded, looking up at you. "Happy?"

You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Thrilled."

Brushing past him, you marched up the stairs towards your bedroom and slammed the door shut behind you.

You could hear him moving around downstairs as you washed up and changed into pajamas, still seething at his behavior. How could you possibly fall in love with this man? You could barely figure out who he was - one minute he was soft and sweet, and the next he was bashing people's faces in. Even you could see it wasn't really Jesse's fault. The three of you would have agreed to check out the store together. Joel was just looking for someone to blame. It was immature and brutish and stupid.

Just as you pulled the covers over yourself, you heard a quiet rap on the door. You paused for a moment before rolling your eyes.

"Come in."

The door slowly creaked open and Joel slipped inside your room, glancing around at the bedroom you once shared together before looking at you.

"Can we talk?"

You furrowed your brow for a second before nodding, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward and perched on the side of the bed, facing the wall so you could only see his side profile as he sat, deep in thought. You pulled your legs up so your chin rested on your knees and waited.

"I lied to you."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you couldn't help but think of the journal - Joel lied to me - and wondered if this was it. If you were going to get your answer.

"When you asked me what I missed most 'bout... before. I lied."

Okay, so probably not the lie in the journal, but still, your interest was piqued.

"What do you miss most?" you finally asked, and he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes glistening as he stared at the wall.

"My daughter. Sarah."

Your heart clenched in your chest and your gaze dropped to your hands. A daughter?

A long silence passed as you slowly connected the dots. The way he was with Ellie. The anger. The journal entry about Tommy having a daughter. The softness he kept hidden away.

"She died on outbreak day," he began, his throat already constricting. "Died in my arms. She was shot and-" he sniffled and took a deep breath. "And I couldn't save her. I held her and watched the light leave her eyes and I -" he choked back a sob and looked down, still avoiding your gaze. "I've never been the same," he finally managed to get out.

You swallowed back the tears that were forming. How couldn't you see? Of course he was hurting. Of course he lost someone. Just like you lost your family, he lost his. Were you that selfish and blind that you couldn't see it?

"Joel, I'm so sorry," you said shakily, but he shook his head.

"Just wanted to explain why I'm... whatever," he replied, giving up and rubbing his face.

Your chest ached for him. He was in pain and you couldn't stand it. Inching forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck, tentatively resting the side of your head on his shoulder. His hand came up to cup your elbow and he tilted his head so it rested against yours.

"I'm sorry," you repeated softly.

"Me, too."

You stayed like that for a while. Extending small olive branches to each other as you sat with the weight of what the world did to you both, and you finally began to understand what might have brought you together in the first place.

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sinnamonrolle · 4 years ago

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[ the little moments] ♡ Leviathan

4 - That moment when you baked cream puffs with Leviathan.

✿ part of a series now! ✿

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“What are you making?” you asked, peeking over Levi’s arms.

“GAH!” Levi yelped. “BEGONE, DEMONS!—oh. It’s just you. Why did you sneak up on me??? It’s not fair for my poor heart, okay.”

Levi set down the spatula into the bowl and patted his chest a few times, clearly spooked by your unannounced arrival. You felt bad for scaring him, but his reaction was utterly adorable. There was a faint blush across his cheeks, and all you wanted to do was see it again and again.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, giving his head a few pats for good measure. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The blush deepened at the contact between you two, but Levi didn’t push you away. He only turned his head and grumbled with a small pout, “It’s fine, I forgive you.”

You looked at the dough in the bowl, the cup of beaten eggs on the counter, and the bottles of whip cream neatly lined up to the side. “So, what are you making? Do you need any help?” you asked.

He perked up instantly, and all lingering signs from the scare vanished. As he whipped out his D.D.D. from his pocket, he began explaining to you.

“So, you see,” Levi began, his fingers moving furiously against the screen, “in the anime ‘The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl’, in one episode, Ruri-chan visited one of her human friends and they made cream puffs together, and as I was rewatching that episode, seeing Ruri-chan enjoying her cream puffs that she made with her own two hands also made me want to make my own cream puffs, because if I make it myself, then it’ll be like eating it with Ruri-chan, you know, but I’ve never made cream puffs before so I’m following a recipe and yeah. That’s where I am right now—Did you get all that? You look a little dazed.”

When Levi talked about something he’s passionate about, the purple in his eyes rose and fell in accordance to his emotions. It’s something that took you a while to notice, but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. For example, when Levi was sad, the purple swallowed most of the orange, leaving behind a sliver of dark orange. And when Levi was angry, and you meant really angry, only a tiny amount of purple circled his pupil. The bright orange consumed all other colors, and it almost seemed to glow. But when Levi was happy, that’s when his eyes were the warmest orange. The purple was mild, nestled underneath hues of oranges—you thought it was a beautiful combination of colors.

Like currently. You were utterly entranced by the way the orange seeped into the paler orange, pushing down the purple until all you could see was the sunset in his eyes. Too entranced that you appeared dazed to Levi, but not to the point that you didn’t listen to what he was saying.

When you refocused again, Levi turned away to the ingredients on the countertop, hands reaching for his headphones only to meet the collar of his cardigan. It seemed to be a habit of his. When he was nervous or feeling out of place, he often reached for his headphones to feel safe, to feel protected against the world. But he didn’t have them today, probably because he planned on baking and didn’t want them to get dirty or to get in the way.

“Of course,” Levi mumbled, tugging his cardigan closer to his body, “I shouldn’t expect a normie like you to understand, why did I even bother? There’s no way you would care about something stupid—”

“I was listening,” you said firmly. “By making cream puffs, you will feel like you’re eating them with Ruri-chan, right? It’s not stupid at all, Levi. I think the idea is adorable. Can we make them together?”

Levi spluttered and turned further away from you, red ears peeking out of his hair.

“That-that’s not fair! Acting so cute, especially with that head tilt! It’s like you’re trying to KO me!” Levi complained, but he finally turned to look at you. However, his eyes were constantly moving between the bowl of batter and your face. “Although… if it’s on purpose, I, uh, I wouldn’t necessarily mind… BUT that’s not the problem here! Are you sick or something? Why did you look so out of it? Like, like something came and ate your soul! You can’t let anyone eat your soul, okay?!”

There was no need for shame in this house, so you confessed with a straight face. Besides, there wasn’t any reason to hide it from Levi, whose concern for your soul had his hands on your shoulders, all of his inhibitions regarding intimacy out the window.

“I got distracted by your eyes,” you said honestly. “When you’re really happy, your eyes are this really pretty shade of orange. It reminds me of sunsets and autumn trees that we have in the human world.”

It took Levi a minute or two to process what you just said, but when it registered, he froze up. His hands clamped down harder on your shoulders, fingers squeezing you as he choked out, “A-ah… I, I see…”

His eyes bore holes into your clothes, not daring to meet yours, as red bloomed beautifully on his cheeks. It was just tempting you to touch it, to feel the warm soft skin with your fingertips, to encourage the blush with pinching and kneading, but just as you started to move for his cheeks, Levi removed himself from you and showed you a picture of cream puffs, drawn in a familiar anime style.

“Th-this, AHEM, this is what Ruri-chan made,” Levi said, the blush still lingering on his cheeks as he explained. “She cuts it completely in half and then they put the cream inside.“ Then, he swiped to another picture. “This is the recipe I found. I’ve already cooked the dough on the stove, so all I have left is to mix the perfect amount of eggs into the dough.”

You lowered the hand that was reaching for Levi’s face and smiled at him. Even though you really wanted to touch his cheeks, you were still satisfied from the way Levi was enjoying himself with baking. It was rare to see Levi so unbridled and unabashed with his happiness in a public space, although perhaps the House of Lamentation wouldn’t count as public.

Something this rare... you didn’t dare disrupt.

“Then, let’s mix the eggs together,” you offered, turning to grab the measuring cup of beaten eggs. “Is this the amount that we need?”

Levi picked up the spatula he had set down earlier and replied, “There’s four eggs in there, but the recipe said that it’s really finicky. We just have to make the dough a good consistency. Let’s see… we need it shiny, thick, and smooth.”

The mixing went well. Levi was extremely strict with making sure the dough came out well, and while you did some baking before here and there, you definitely weren’t an expert on the amount of eggs that needed to be in cream puff dough. You were glad Levi knew enough for the cream puffs to come out looking absolutely delicious, because you weren’t sure if your heart could handle Levi breaking down into tears.

“Be careful when you’re cutting it in half,” Levi said nervously, watching closely as you sliced a cream puff. “Don’t get hurt, okay? I’ll freak out if you do. I don’t know how to reattach fingers, so I’ll probably have to go get Satan but wouldn’t it be too late by then? How long does it take before human fingers aren't able to reattach? Ah, but we have magic so—”

“Levi,” you said, patting his arm in a consoling manner, “I understand your concerns, but I’ll be fine. I promise to be extra careful, but you shouldn’t hold the whipped cream can—”

Pop.

“—too tightly…” you finished, but it was already too late.

The bottle of whipped cream, branded with a logo of Little Devil, exploded from the top. Some of the cream decorated the kitchen countertop in white spots and some fell on your hand, but most of it landed on Levi. You could barely see his face through the thick layer of white.

“...”

“Pfffftttt—cough, cough!” you started laughing, only to immediately cover it with coughs. It didn’t sound believable at all, but you continued on, setting the knife to the side. “Levi, are you okay?”

Before he could respond, much of the cream fell from his face in a huge glob, leaving behind a white coating with varying thickness and two spots where his eyes were. You choked back the laughter as best as you could, but it was hard to stop your lips from twitching. It wasn’t helping that he looked somewhat like a clown.

“Are, are you okay, Levi?” you asked again, biting down on your lips to stop it from forming into a smile. “That’s a lot of whipped cream…”

Levi opened his mouth, but you couldn’t see his lips at all, only a dark, gaping hole that opened and closed.

“Unbelievable…” he said, and you would have helped him clean the cream off his face if you didn’t absolutely lose it then and there, doubling over as you wheezed, slapping a hand against your thigh.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, “but, oh my goodness, Levi, you—AHAHAHA, you look like a clown! A clown! Levi, I’m so sorry but—”

When you took another look at Levi, he was looking at you in equal parts disappointment and embarrassment as he wiped off most of the white cream with a hand, washing it under the faucet.

Even though most of the whipped cream was gone, the look he sent you almost launched you into another wheezing fit, but you steadied yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Unbelievable,” Levi grumbled, but this time you could see the pout on his lips and the absolutely adorable way his eyebrows furrowed together.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, with a bit of guilt, and reached for the remaining cream hanging onto his bangs. “Here, let me get that—”

Levi caught your hand.

“You complete idiot,” he complained as he brought your hand to his lips. “Cruel and heartless, I can’t believe you’re my master… Normally, I wouldn’t forgive you for a hundred years but… ” He trailed off, and his eyes, the color of coral, met yours for a brief second before his eyes eluded yours, and his tongue peeked out and licked the whipped cream that had landed on the back of your hand.

Your eyes followed the retracting tongue and the way it swiped gently against his pink lips as it passed through. Dazed, you only processed what had happened when the kitchen air blew against the wet patch on your hand, the cold sensation and the realization warming up your face.

Now, you were the one blushing.

Levi finished with a whisper, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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forcebewitht · 4 years ago

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You're His Angelfish, You Poor Unfortunate Soul (Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

You had yet to see this normally so suave, calm, and collected man be so...unhinged. Apparently, your little scheme behind the scenes had worked, but Leona had turned all of Azul's contracts into sand, nulling them of all value and prior purpose. Now, Azul was going into hysterics, his eyes wide, sweat beading down his pale forehead...he was losing it. His voice could be heard out over the ocean floor, practically booming in its range across the ears of the group you had gathered. "Your lightning magic and athleticism….give all of it to me!" Shouts of raw terror and panic could be heard as Azul began swiftly darting around, already taking all of the magic of the nearest poor students he could find. Ruggie's ears flattened against his head as his eyes widened at this utterly chilling sight. "W-what exactly is Azul absorbing from everyone?! People are collapsing one right after the other!" Leona's eyebrow was only lightly arched at this sight, overall appearing to be more curious or annoyed than scared at the appearance of the hysterical Azul. "It looks like he can take everything from someone with his Unique Magic if there is no contract in place. My guess is...the contract acts as a check and balance for his magic." Poor Ruggie was already beginning to back up at this revelation, appearing to be more freaked out than before. "E-eh?! That's freaking terrifying!" Leona shut his emerald eyes, huffing out his next statement. "Yeah...that forbidden class of magic is going to build up an excessive amount of Blot in an instant." Jade and Floyd were quick to dash over, the Tweels' eyes widening at the sight of their Dorm Leader and long time friend behaving in such a manner. Jade was the first to speak up. "Azul! Just what do you think you're doing?!" Floyd was next, his hand raising in a self-defense sort of position. "Uwaahh….what the hell is happening to him?!" Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Grim also made their approach to the rampaging Azul and made their own observations. Poor Grim looked just as freaked out as Ruggie and Floyd were, his ears flattening to his head. "E-ek!....Leona! This is because you picked on him, isn't it?!" Leona placed a hand onto his forehead, grumbling out his reply. "So, now this is my fault? You're the ones who told me to turn his contracts into sand…"

Azul had suddenly whipped around at the sound of familiar voices. His eyes soon landed directly onto the Tweels. "Jadeeee….Floydddd….ahhh...you've finally come back to me! Those fools went and destroyed all of my precious contacts….so...give me your strength too, okay?.....GIVE IT TO ME!" Jade was already stepping forward, attempting to calm the businessman down. "Azul! Stop this instant! You know you can't control your Unique Magic without a contract in place...it's too strong! If you keep on like this, you know what will happen!" But Azul apparently wasn't listening. He began to mumble under his breath, raising a hand to cover his face momentarily. "I-it's all gone, you know….everything….he...hehe….aha….AHAHAHA! I don't wish to go back to the way I was before!" Floyd was already interjecting as Jade folded his arms beside him. "Ummmm….y'know, you're waaaayyyyy lamer right now than you ever were before." All you could do on the sidelines was swallow. This couldn't be good. You would be right, for Azul began to darkly chuckle once more. "Ah….is that so? You're aware that I'm a stupid, clumsy octopus that can't do anything by himself. So….I'm going to keep taking until I'm the best version of myself that I can possibly be! A beautiful singing voice, powerful magic, IT ALL BELONGS TO ME! GIVE IT ALL TO MEEEEEEEE!"

And that was enough. A thick, black, mud-like substance began to seep around Azul….he was Overblotting. Leona and Jack began to growl in unison, Floyd shifted his weight over to his twin to hang on for dear life, Grim and Ruggie began to back up, and Ace and Deuce both began to get into their fighting stances. This was the third time. By now- they knew the drill. But….Azul's now glossed over, paled eyes made their way….to land right on you. Oh dear, sweet little [Y/n]. You were so utterly...selfless, placing yourself into a deal underneath him simply to come to the aid of the other students. They had gotten themselves into the predicament, after all. And there were two things he wanted from this deal, and he yearned for them in interest. The first was that wretched photo within the museum. The last trace of his older appearance and persona that was still out there in the world. And the second? You. He had his eyes on you since you had arrived at this school, after all. He knew everything there was to be known about everyone...but you were so curiously cute. What sort of benevolent man would he be if he didn't offer you his undying assistance during your time of need? He could see you now, the mix of fear yet a look of determination crossing over your eyes as the tentacles he had held back within himself suddenly sprung to life. You looked so adorable...and a bit too fine and easy of a catch to pass up.

Your friends let out a cry of shock as a tentacle wrapped around your waist, yanking you in Azul's direction. You began to desperately thrash around, but the suckers on the tentacle were beginning to sink deeper into your uniform and body while you moved. Eventually, you let out a grunt of pain and ceased your motions altogether, Azul bringing his hand over to cup your face. "Ara, ara….what a cute little Angelfish I have here...don't forget our deal, my dear. You can't get something for nothing, you know~" Azul devilishly grinned, bringing another tentacle around to gently stroke your cheek. Leona and Jack both began to growl even louder. Leona was the first to pipe up in a snippy tone. "Let the Herbivore go, you octo-freak." Azul's eyes darted over to Leona, widening at the sight of the lion. His voice boomed, "SILENCE, FOOL!" The very ocean floor seemed to tremble at the power in his voice, Ruggie and Grim both releasing rather frightened whines. Azul soon slowly brought his gaze back over to you, the prior rage dissolving upon seeing your enchanting face once again. "....It's all going to be mine, sweetcakes…." Azul brushed his thumb over your lower lip, the dampness of it from caressing a tentacle before making you shudder. The others took a step forward, all beginning to shout out their disagreements. Azul's sweltering gaze swept over to the group once more, his eyebrows furrowing. "Not a chance, boys. [Y/n] is mine, now. We made a deal! And I am now wishing to take this deal….in interest!" A tentacle swept over the group, knocking them all back and away from you at once. Azul began to cackle at the sight, you still attempting to thrash in his arms. Azul tsked, bringing a finger over to gently brush a lock of hair out of your eyes. "Poor little princess...don't worry! Your dear Azul is going to take great care of you, understand?" Reluctantly, you nodded in reply. Azul grinned, showing off his pearly whites that glistened in a nearby light. Without another second to spare, he tilted your head up towards him with another tentacle. The others that remained began to trail up and down your form, sweetly caressing you as the male took you in. His lips did not hesitate to meet yours, the plump and partially cold sensation giving you a shock. You felt yourself begin to go numb, eventually opting to just give in to this alluring man altogether. Azul couldn't help but to chuckle in triumph, soon separating. With a gaze that could freeze even the toughest of fighters' blood cold, Azul teasingly hummed out, "You're my Angelfish….you poor, unfortunate soul."

(Hi hi! Since everyone seemed to enjoy my Overblot!Jamil Viper x Reader story so much, I decided to move swiftly along with our dear Azul! Our dear, sassy Leona is next, guys. You better....Be Prepared~💖)

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #disney #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #overblot #twisted wonderland x reader #azul x reader #writing #fanfiction #ursula

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ticklygiggles · 4 years ago

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It’s not coal! | UshiDai

Merry belated Christmas, @ragewerthers

Oh my goodness, I can’t write fastly. BUT I hope you enjoy this little gift, my friend! I hope you had a lovely Christimas and I hope next year comes with nothing but goos things for you and I hope we can still talk about our sweet boys together and daily life matters! I hope you enjoy this!!

Words: 2k

Summary: Daichi finds a terribly upset Ushijima when he arrives from work. The reason? He’s not sure, but there’s coal in a tray?

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"I am back!" Daichi announced, letting out a pleased sight when the warmth of his home protected him from the freezing cold outside. He stepped out of his shoes,(making sure to leave them perfectly lined because he didn’t want to get scolded), and frowned when he didn’t hear an answer.

“Toshi?” He asked as he walked into the living room. “Are you home?”

“Welcome back. I’m here,” Ushijima answered and Daichi beamed when he saw him sitting on the couch.

“There you are! Are you alright? What are you doing- what are those… pieces of coal?” He asked, frowning again when he approached Ushijima and found him staring at a tray with coal in it.

He was surprised when Ushijima gasped and turned his head to look at him with the most offended expression ever. Daichi instinctively raised his hands in defense.

“They’re not coal! They’re… they’re Christmas cookies…”

"What?” Daichi tilted his head to the side as he looked at the… Christmas cookies. “They don't look like cookies…”

"Now, stop being so mean.”

"No no! I'm sorry," he chuckled softly. "It's not that, it's just that... You're good at cooking, how did this happen?"

"Well..." A bright smile spreaded over Daichi's lips when a pink blush crept up Ushijima’s cheeks. "Earlier... you and me were messaging and I got... too distracted and didn't hear the oven, so they burned,” he explained sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with Daichi.

"Is it my fault now?” He teased playfully as he sat down beside Ushijima and grabbed his hand. "C'mere," he mumbled and gently pulled at Ushijima's hands, inviting him to place himself into his lap.

Ushijima blushed softly and Daichi smiled softly when Wakatoshi allowed him to manhandle him a little until he was straddling Daichi's lap: his hands over Daichi's shoulders.

Daichi wrapped his arms around Ushijima’s waist and looked up at him with a smile, his nose nuzzling against Ushijima's.

"It was not. I was the one distracted,” Ushijima said with a little sight.

“Are you sad?”

“Mn. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh?” Daichi raised a curious eyebrow.

“Yesterday night, you said that you missed your mom making christmas cookies for you, so I thought… I could make some for you, but they didn’t turn out well.”

Daichi blinked a couple of times, trying to digest what Ushijima just said to him. He almost didn’t remember he said that the night before while they were watching a Christmas movie and a lady was baking cookies. Daichi probably forgot about it as soon as he said it, but Ushijima… he not only remembered it but also tried to bring Daichi’s happy memories back to life by making cookies for him.

He just couldn’t understand how people, (even himself back in time), could think that Ushijima was a heartless person - Daichi thought that, in fact, Ushijima had the biggest of hearts, ever and Daichi’s own heart soared with happiness at the thought of they being a couple and that he had the chance to love, love, love him so much, so tenderly.

“Oh, Toshi.” He swore Ushijima’s lip was puckered out just a little bit in a tiny pout. “You’re so good to me,” he said tenderly, stealing a kiss to Ushijima’s lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. They didn’t turn out well,” Ushijima said with sad eyes and even though Daichi felt his heart clenching at how much this affected his lover, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable he looked.

“Don’t say that,” he mumbled, kissing the corner of Ushijima’s mouth. “I can definitely eat those coal piec- those cookies.”

“Don’t tease me!” Ushijima said and Daichi laughed softly.

“I’m joking, Toshi,” he chuckled with a playful smile as he kissed the little frown forming between Ushijima’s eyebrows. “Don’t be so upset, love. It makes me feel so happy that you tried doing this because you knew they meant something to me. I love you so much.”

He kissed Ushijima’s lips again, lingering a little longer when he felt him relaxing between his arms, even moving his hands to cup Daichi’s cheeks and gently angle his head just the way they both liked it, to kiss him a little deeper.

When they pulled apart, they were a little breathless and Daichi smiled warmly when he saw Ushijima’s dazed eyes staring back at him. It made his heart flutter to know that Ushijima loved kissing so much, he always had that dizzy expression on him whenever they kissed and it was one of the many things that Daichi loved about him.

Ushijima looked relaxed now, blushy and soft, so Daichi thought that he was feeling better now, but he suddenly turned his head to look at the cookies laying in their little table and sadness filled his eyes again.

Daichi shook his head as he purred a desaprovatory sound, making Ushijima look back at him; Daichi processed to kiss Ushijima’s cheeks, his lips and nose, and then started to pepper tiny kisses all over his face and he smiled brightly when he felt Ushijima’s lips curling in a soft smile.

“Hmm? Do I see a smile?” He said, nuzzling Ushijima’s cheek with his nose.

“No,” was the stubborn answer and Ushijima moved his head to hide his face against Daichi’s neck. "It's a little ticklish," Ushijima admitted and Daichi smiled brightly, leaning against the back of the couch and pressing Ushijima against his chest.

"Oh? Is it?" He asked softly. "It made you smile, though. Maybe I should tickle you so you're not sad anymore?"

He felt Ushijima tensing and slowly, almost scared of Daichi attacking him, raised his head to look at him. "D-Don't you dare," Ushijima warned him.

Daichi could only smile even more at seeing the corners of Ushijima's mouth trembling, trying to hold back a nervous smile. "Okay, fine. Are you not upset anymore?"

"I am," Ushijima admitted immediately. "I really wanted to make you happy a-ahahahaand- ahahaha wait!"

Daichi was a bit surprised when he felt Ushijima’s hands grabbing his shoulders, pushing at him softly as he threw his head back with a loud, bright giggle when Daichi’s warm fingers started tracing his lower back.

“Oh, now you’re smiling!” Daichi said, laughing softly at seeing Ushijima’s cheeks turning pink as his fingers scribbled at his lower back, fingertips fluttering too close to his sides, making Ushijima shiver.

Ushijima squeaked, one hand moving up to cover his mouth. “N-Nohohot tihihihickling! Lehehehet me be sahahahad!” He giggled out, trying to arch against Daichi to escape the light tickling.

“What! No! I don’t like seeing you sad, it makes me sad too,” Daichi said, pouting for only a few seconds before grinning at his laughing boyfriend.

He pulled out one hand from under Ushijima’s shirt to gently remove Wakatoshi’s hand away from his mouth. “Don’t cover it, I want to see you’re not pouting anymore.”

“I wahahasn’t pouting,” Ushijima said, giggling softly at just one hand tickling his back. “I just… I really wanted to surprise you,” he said and Daichi’s eyes softened when Ushijima pouted again, that sad look taking over his features one more time.

It really pained him to see him so sad over something like that, but it made his heart swell to know that Ushijima was trying his best to make him happy. So, it was his duty to make his lovely boyfriend see that Daichi appreciated the gesture, but first…

“N-Nohohoho!” More surprised giggles escaped Ushijima’s mouth as Daichi started to squeeze up and down his sides, making him spasm and squeal.

“I think I’ll have to tickle you until you stop being upset, Wakatoshi,” Daichi said, grinning widely as he clawed up Ushijima’s sides toward his ribs.

This action made Ushijima let out a high pitched squeak as his attempts to get away became more desperate.

Daichi laughed, having trouble keeping Ushijima pinned against him. "What's wrong? Could it be that I'm close to a sensitive spot?" He teased, his fingers moving dangerously close to Ushijima's lower ribs. "Are you still upset?" He asked, stopping just one centimeter away from Ushijima's ribs.

Ushijima shivered heavily and he giggled nervously as he tried to catch his breath. "A- A little…" he said sincerely, his eyes flickering to where the pieces of co- the cookies were.

"Okay, then we'll have to go the hard way," Daichi said, holding Ushijima's waist and gently pushing him against the couch, his body pinning Ushijima down.

"D-Daichi? Daichi, I thinkAHAHAHA!" Ushijima let out a sudden cackle when Daichi's fingers found his lower ribs and his thumbs started to massage deep and gentle circles against the sensitive bones.

Ushijima arched his back up as his legs kicked out. He tried to grab Daichi's hands, but Daichi easily grabbed one of his wrists and pinned it over his head.

"Oh no," Daichi teased. "Wakatoshi is all exposed now!" He purred, his free hand vibrating against Ushijima’s lower ribs and easily shooing away Wakatoshi’s hand trying to protect himself. “What to do!”

Daichi giggled when Ushijima shook his head, his hand weakly trying to save his poor ribs from his evil fingers, but he was already growing weak and his laughter was getting louder and louder as he squirmed and jolted every time Daichi found a sensitive spot along his ribs, making Ushijima shriek when he focused there for too long.

“CHAHAHANGE- chahahange spohohahahats!” Ushijima begged, feeling his mind going fuzzy by the intense sensation over his ribs.

Daichi laughed as his fingers slowed down to let Ushijima catch his breath. “Change spots? To where? Here?” He asked and his hand immediately moved up to wiggle against Ushijima’s armpit.

Ushijima gasped and widened his eyes before tightly shutting them as he threw back his head. “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” He laughed with the loudest of belly laughs, his back arching off the couch and up against Daichi.

“Oh? Did I find a good spot?” Daichi asked, totally aware that that was Ushijima’s ultimate worst spot. “And what do you mean ‘not there’? Didn’t you ask me to move away from your ribs?”

Ushijima nodded because he did, but he didn’t think Daichi was going to be a butt and move to attack his exposed under arm!

“It- Ihihihit tihihickles t-too muhuhahahach!” He laughs hysterically.

“I bet it does, I’m sure it will make you stop being upset, don’t you think?”

Ushijima could only shake his head back and forth, feeling the electrifying sensation spreading to his ribs as Daichi started to vibrate the tips of his fingers against Ushijima’s armpit.

“Ohmygahahahahad! Anywheheehahaha! Anyw-wehere but THEHEHERE!” He begged, weakly pulling at his trapped arm and trying to cover his underarm with his free hand.

“Anywhere but here? But I like this spot and look how exposed it is! Your armpit must like getting tickled by me, right Toshi?”

“Nahahaht thahahat!” Wakatoshi howled with hysterical laughter as those fingers kept vibrating against his poor underarm.

“Are you still upset?”

Ushijima nodded as his laughter became a little wheezy.

“What? Are you lying because you want me to keep tickling you?” He teased, but then his big grin freezed when Ushijima’s face turned a bright shade of red after hearing Daichi’s words.

So.. he did like it?

“Oops,” he chuckled softly as Ushijima’s laughter finally became silent and he could only hear soft snorts burning in the back of his nose. “I think that’s enough.”

Daichi stopped painfully slowly, until he was just lightly brushing his fingers over Ushijima’s armpit and he was giggling hysterically.

“I’ll ask one more time, Toshi,” Daichi mumbled with a bright smile. “Are you upset?”

Wakatoshi shook his head, still unable to talk as the soft tickling to his armpits kept driving him crazy.

“Oh, good! Then I think it worked!” Daichi said excitedly as he stopped his assault and let go of Ushijima’s wrists. “Too tired?” He asked, when Ushijima didn’t lower his arm immediately.

“Y-You ahahare ehehevil,” Ushijima giggled breathlessly, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes, eyes half closed, a little sleepy, a pink blush covering his cheeks and a lazy smile playing at his lips.

He looked extremely beautiful and Daichi could only look at him with nothing but adoration.

“I love you,” he whispered and he almost didn’t see the blush spreading across Ushijima’s cheeks as he leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss.

“Tell you what,” Daichi said after they pulled apart, his nose nuzzling against Ushijima’s. “What about we both try to make some cookies together, hmm?” He smiled brightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

Ushijima smiled back at him, almost stealing Daichi’s breath away. “Sounds good.”

Daichi giggled softly. “Good, but first-” he leaned down to kiss Ushijima again and Ushijima wrapped his arms around Daichi’s neck, bringing him close until their teeth were clashing against each other and Daichi pressed a knee between Ushijima’s legs and the baking had to be done later on, after a warm bath and playful pokes and squeezes here and there.

And now, every time Daichi looked at Christmas cookies, he could only think about Ushijima’s pouty face and his laughter echoing around their home, and that was also a good memory to keep forever.

#Haikyuu!!#UshiDai #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Sawamura Daichi #ticklish!Ushijima #MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Kou Heaven [02]

ー The scene starts in the shopping district

Yui: Fufu, the movie we just watched was so much fun!

Kou: Ehー You think so? I could barely stand watching the main character’s poor acting.

His poor attitude during filming got on my nerves as well, so I decided to give him a bit of a scare which nearly made him piss his pants!

Yui: Geez. How could you say that about a movie you’re featured in...

Kou: Who cares. I only played a minor role after all. I only did it as a way to kill some time.

Yui: ( It’s really amazing how he can star in a movie as a way to ‘kill time’... )

Say, what should we do next? Want to grab a bite somewhere?

Kou: Hm...Personally, I’d rather dig into you instead~

Yui: Eeh~? ...You mean as in sucking my blood...?

Kou: Fufu~ I wonder what other meaning it could have~?

Yui: ( Ah, shoot...! )

Kou: Sayー Tell me. What else could ‘eating you’ imply, M-neko-chan~!

Yui: Oh geez, Kou-kun...!

( Fufu. It’s so much fun to stroll around the city with Kou-kun like this... )

Female A: Hey, hey, take a look. That boy...

Female B: Ah, I know him! He’s an idol, right...?

Yui: ( I feel like all the people passing by are looking at Kou-kun. )

( I guess he stands out after all. He’s pretty after all... )

Kou: Hm...They’re following us after all. Che, such pests...

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Paparazzi journalists. You haven’t noticed? They’ve been trailing us this whole time.

Yui: R-Really? I had no idea...

What now...? Kou-kun’s an idol after all, if a picture of the two of us together gets published... (1)

Kou: Pfft. It’s fine. I don’t care about popularity and such.

Hm. Guess I’ll tease them a little. Let’s go, Yui.

Yui: Ah, wait...!

ー The scene shifts to a back alley

Yui: Kou-kun. What are we going to do in this deserted place?

Kou: Hmー Well, just watch.

Yui: ( ...? I wonder what he’s gonna do with the pebble he picked up? )

Kou: There...!

*Swoosh*

Journalist: Ow...!

Kou: Say, mr. Journalist. I know you’re hiding over there, so show yourself.

Journalist: Uu...I-I’m so sorry...

Yui: ( Wah. He was hidden between those bushes...I didn’t notice. )

Kou: Fufu. If you want a scoop that badly, I’ll give you one.

Journalist: R-Really?

Kou: Yeah. I don’t mind. Go ahead and take as many shots of us together as you want!

Yui: W-Wait, Kou-kun!?

Kou: Why not? You get more excited when there’s someone watching as well, don’t you?

Yui: That’s not...Ah...

ー Kou suddeny embraces her

Yui: ( He suddenly wrapped his arms around me...I can barely breathe... )

Kou-kun...

Kou: Hey, Yui. Let’s put on a little show...For this stupid, uncultured journalist.

...Fufu~ You’ve already got that dreamy look in your eyes. You really are like an open book...

*Smooch*

Yui: Nn...

Kou: Come on...What are you doing? Start taking those pictures already.

Journalist: Y-Yes!

Yui: ( No way...He’s taking my photo...! )

Kou: Woah there, don’t get distracted. You just need to keep your eyes on me.

*Smooch*

Yui: Ah...Kou-kun...

( ...Nn...We’re being watched by a stranger in this alleyway...and on top of that, he’s taking pictures of us... )

( It’s so embarrassing but...! )

Kou: ...Nn...Come on...Use your tongue more...?

Yui: Nn...

( Ah...It’s as if my body grows hotter each time I hear the shutter go off... )

Kou: Fufu. You really are a horrible masochist after all. An M-neko-chan who gets happy from being watched.

The sweet scent of your sweat...it’s beckoning me. Begging me to quickly suck your blood...Nn...

ー Kou sucks her blood

Yui: ...!

Kou: Come on, become even more corrupted...I’ll have him take plenty of pictures...of the faces you make when you’re feeling good...

Yui: No...Ah...

Journalist: Wha...Eh? He’s...sucking her blood?

Kou: Fufu. That’s right. The idol Kou-kun is actually a Vampire~

Isn’t that a huge scoop? I bet you’re overjoyed!

Journalist: A Vampire...? No way...You’re kidding, right...?

Yui: ( I-Is this okay...? )

Kou: Come onー Keep on taking those pictures. Of our ‘fun time’~ ...Nn.

Yui: ...

Journalist: ...His eyes are...shining...!?

Eek...M-Monster...!

ー The journalist makes a run for it

Kou: Hmph. How rude! How could he call me a monster?

Yui: ...Kou-kun, is this okay? If you get exposed as a Vampire...

Kou: Fufu~ Who do you think will believe that?

Yui: ( He’s right...I guess nobody would... )

Kou: Besides, that gave him quite the scare. He even dropped his camera.

Yui: Ah, you’re right...

I guess my pictures won’t be features in a scoop then...

Kou: What? You think it’s a shame?

Yui: Ah...Uhm...I was just thinking that if this became a scoop, everyone would look at me as your girlfriend...

I thought that I’d be a little happy...If they could look at me like that.

You’re an idol after all, and you’re handsome...Lots of girls like you so...Well...

That’s why...Sometimes...I get anxious...

Kou: ...

Yui: ( I-I wonder if he’s disappointed in me...? )

U-Uhm, please pretend you didn’t hear that just no...

Kou: Pfft...Ahahaha!

You really say the cutest things from time to time.

Yui: Uu...

Kou: Hey, you are mine even without that happening...

You’re the only person I’d ever want to be with, you know?

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: Hmー Seems like I haven’t tamed you enough yet.

I’ll teach you that plenty from here on out. To your body...Okay?

Yui: Ah...

Kou: Fufu...Let’s look at your obscene photos together later? ...I’m looking forward to that.

Yui: ( Geez...Kou-kun... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) While it will obviously depend on the agency, it is quite common for idols to try and hide their personal relations because it can negatively impact their popularity. Most of the fans consider their favorite idol to belong to ‘every fan’, so if they have a girlfriend or boyfriend, it can ruin their image.

<- [ Heaven 01 ] [ Heaven 03 ] ->

#dabiolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #more blood #diabolik lovers translation #mbkouheaven2

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hyrule-kingdom-updates · 3 years ago

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Zavis shrugged innocently.

“Oops?”

He looked back down towards the water, and indeed, two halves of a very splinted and broken Great Eagle Bow were floating in the water below.

The Yiga tosses his sword between his hands casually and gave a soft chuckle. “Ok, all this aside, I have been waiting forever to kick your ass ever since Rauru. Like,” He rubbed his left shoulder. “My poor clavicle! Exposing me wasn’t enough, you had to mess with my violin shoulder! How would you feel if someone just randomly pounced on...wait do Rito even have collarbon—”

Faster than thought, Revali dashed forward with the full force of his tornado behind him, and the next thing Zavis knew, he was pinned by his shoulders, head hovering above the stairway below.

“HK—Yeah, that. That’s what I’m talking about...very rude...very....” He sputtered as Revali’s talons edged his head further towards open air. “Yeahyeahyeah, we can say you won this round, ahahaha—Anyone else feeling deja vu?”

Revali clicked his tongue and leaned his so close Zavis nearly thought he was about to bite his face off.

“Oh I’ve won indeed, little bard. But let’s ensure this result stays permanent—”

The Rito released one foot off his shoulder, and pierce his talons into the pocket by the Yiga’s belt. His remaining handful of paper talismans fluttered away in the wind. Revali then turned back to shove him over the edge.

But Zavis was faster. As soon as the hold on one of his shoulders fell away, he reached for his sword and butted the pommel into Revali’s face.

He stumbled back, but seemed to recover instantly with the power of spite. He took an arrow and held it like a dagger as he lunged, the wind still at his command.

Zavis dodged left, but lost his balance as the wind forced him backward, and he toppled off the edge.

“Fuck!”

He thrust his sword into the side of the house, and hung on for dear life. He glared up a few feet away to lock eyes with Revali.

“Don’t you get it!? I thought you were the sharp one! I’m trying to help you. It takes a lot to recover your reputation from ‘serial killer friends’ to ‘heroes.’ The more effort you put into defeating me, the better.”

He weakly gestured with one arm towards the scrambling Sheikah down below, and spoke a bit louder. “And what a show we did put on for them! And though my skills and intellect were great, I shall admit defeat to you, my friend! For surely no one rivals your valor!”

Revali’s eyes narrowed dangerously again, green flames seemingly simmering his face off. He hopped on Zavis’ sword, and both the Yiga and the sword squeaked pathetically as the wood that held the blade started to weaken.

“I don’t think you understand, poet. This isn’t about winning...this is about settling the score...” With each articulation of his words, Revali playfully hopped up and down on the sword.

Zavis grimaced at the motion, but rolled his eyes. “Are you still mad about the grave thing? Ok, ok. I’m sorry I accidentally caused monsters to trample all over those graves. I can give a more proper apology when I’m not dangling over the dangerous drop above that long staircase...”

Revali scoffed with an unexpected smile. “Oh, I’m well over that, don’t worry. Recently I’ve detached from my deceased family in place of...more desirable alternatives.”

He edged his talons closer to the end of the sword where Zavis was holding onto.

“I mean, that was the plan...until matters got complicated.”

The boy’s breath caught, but he glared confidently at Revali.

“I’m not scared of you.”

Revali scoffed again. He started hopping up and down again as he spoke in a dignified tone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy.”

Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop.

“It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.”

Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop. Hop.

Zavis sucked in a breath as the panel of wood his sword was impaled into started to pry away. Revali leaned down close to Zavis’ face again as he smirked.

“A little bard like you would be familiar with the work of Illian Quiverspear, yes? That quote’s from Osprello. Act III if I recall correctly?” He tilted his head, as if asking for confirmation.

Zavis nodded. “Sure, the play where the osprey character is egged on by the parrot Rito, Iago, to kill his wife.” Zavis couldn’t help but quip as he smirked. “Is that a request, Champion Revali? Got a lover you want me to off?”

SLAM.

Zavis gasped as his sword sunk a foot down the side of the house, his grip loosening as the sword angled to a near 45 degree angle.

“What I want is for you to get what you deserve!” Revali leaned down, resisting the urge to just peck his eyes out. “I can’t believe how pathetic you truly are! A double agent...Tsk...” He shook his head as he crossed his wings.

Zavis’ thoughts bubbled with confusion. “I feel like being on the same side is a good thing—?”

“IT ISN’T.” Revali slammed his weight onto the sword again, the force strong enough to erupt a blade of wind out the edge. “First you make me look like a fool in Rito Village, then again, you elude me in Rauru. And now you. Break. My. BOW.”

“I’LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE, OK???” Zavis’ grip slipped further down the sword. “Look, I don’t have anything against you personally, cause you know in retrospect we have a lot in—”

“You were given everything!” Revali spat. “You were rich and prosperous, with loving parents, and talents to be praised for day in and day out.” He shook his head and waved away the memories. “While I chewed on dirt, and suffered under the constant dissatisfaction and anger of the Rito unfortunate enough to hatch me.”

He stomped on the sword, and once more the wood creaked, and the blade slipped just a bit further. “I endured and rose beyond my pathetic circumstances. But then I get a front row seat so seeing you throw away everything that I should have had!” His talons scratched Zavis’ skin. “You had the freedom to live as you wanted, and you decided the best course of action was to destroy the foundation that held you so highly!? You cast aside your ties, and for what? To play pretend?”

“My ties didn’t serve me any purpose! I’m more useful to everyone as a Yiga.” Zavis glared up at him. “And make assumptions all you want, but life wasn’t as glorious as you make it out to be.”

“HA!” Revali threw his head back and laughed. “Forgive me Master Zavis of the Yiga! I did not realize I should have expressed more sympathies for you!”

“I am so sorry that you never had to worry about food on the table, nor clothes on your back. I am ever so sympathetic to your joining of the Yiga Clan, as you provided them the information necessary to wreak havos upon the kingdom for years! And most of all...I am so sorry that you decided that your ‘greater usefulness’ as a Yiga was more important than caring for the people who foolishly decided to love you.”

Revali bore both his talons on Zavis’ grip. “Siv only started changing after you destroyed his trust. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the catalyst in all this.”

The Rito shook his head as he bounced on the sword again.

“And now!” Hop. “You’re supposed to be on my side all along?” Hop. “You?! Who succumbed to underhanded tactics and pathetic desires,” Hop. Hop. “To be praised and respected, the same as me?” Hop."Hmm...I don't think I can let that fly..."

Revali chuckled again, before regaining his grim expression. “I resisted the temptation to be selfish for years. My entire Hylia-damned life I’ve played by the rules of this kingdom and its authorities. And now you’re saying I could have given in all along, and still be in the right to be called a hero?!”

Zavis’ grip finally gave away, and he started to fall.

“GAAH—”

His forearm was suddenly caught be Revali’s talons, the grip harsh enough to draw a bit of blood. He leaned down once more.

“Assivus’ actions and choices are his own, and that divinator is certainly a problematic instigator...” Revali stared down at Zavis, green fire bearing into him. “But since you’re already here, and since we’re already allowing ourselves to be a little bit self...I see no reason I can’t settle for taking this all out on a insufferable little bard like you!”

The Champion's grip released.

#???#Assivus Hartell #The life of the party and then death #hku spoilers

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katie-writes24 · 4 years ago

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I’ll Be Your Escape

Pairing: Ruben Marcado x reader

Warnings: SMUT, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, language, drug usage, alcohol, suggestive material, angst, too many emotions, Ian Price, hurt/comfort in a way, manipulation, bad humor and 5k of what the heck are these clowns doing?

Part 2

Well, would you look at all those warnings, ahahaha what the fuck? So my first Ruben draft from months and months ago has come back from the dead all because I said ‘haha look at this old draft,’ and @tinywhim said ‘uh, finish it.’ And.... here we are, so you know who to thank. Enjoy, maybe I’ll make another part but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Y/N has been watching him ever since he walked in alongside Ian, looking at the place in bewilderment. From the second floor, she could see girls swoon over Ian and try to grab him by the hand, thinking of fantasies that he would never spare, only suggest.

It made Y/N sick; the only reason she stayed was because of Oz, because of him having that power over her. She would never sleep with him, no, it wasn't like that. She was simply there to be the "brains," which qualified as to make sure none of them overdosed, and if they did, to handle it without the cops.

Y/N was never allowed to take anything, she could only have two drinks max. Some party. But she couldn't complain, the pay kept her on her feet.

When Ian came, he always teased her, taunted her and tried to get anything to refer back to Oz. He flirted but she would never give him the time. She wasn't that low, she knew that he was trouble. Which is why she was confused why the dark-haired dude in a trench coat was with him.

The guy looked like a nerd, the total opposite of Ian. When he was dragged upstairs, it made sense. Oz had said he was looking for a new chemist, a new dealer. Y/N would know, the last one had been dealt with quietly.

Y/N stayed along the wall as Oz and his posse surrounded the two men. She listened to the plan, and the poor guy obviously didn't want to be there. She could relate. If only she had finished college, she thinks what her life would look like.

As the chemist worked, she stayed guard of the door, watching over the crowd of oblivious low life's below. A hand graced her side, tapping her hip and she turned to see Ian standing with a smirk.

"What would it take for you to be a test subject?" She rolled her eyes, it was a classic game of his to get her into trouble.

"Pay me double of my annual salary, then I might give it a shot," Y/N held her guard, not sparing him another glance.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N," Ian pulled her up against his back, and she tried not to make a scene by squirming. "Don't hurt Rubes feelings. Besides, you look like you could use a break? I bet my friend could help you out," He tilted her chin to the side and she watched him at work, fumbling with test tubes with a furrowed brow. "Or maybe you could help him out?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, and pulled away, "I'll pass, thanks."

Destiny was the first one to try, and soon enough pills were passed around the whole place. Y/N nursed her second beer upstairs, looking over in the corner at the drugged crowd.

She spotted the chemist in the middle, dancing ridiculously next to girls. It made her chuckle, he was a nerd. Bouncing excitedly with his little pink backpack, it was adorable.

He looked up at one point, making eye contact. He gave a dopey smile, and she shot him a little wave with a small smile. At least he was having fun, that made one of them.

Hours passed, and her feet were starting to hurt. She went downstairs and took to watching the crowd from a better angle. She stayed against the wall, occasionally checking her phone as Oz texted her to check up on things.

"You look calmer than me," Y/N looked up to see the chemist grinning at her confused. She laughed.

"That's because I am," She put her phone away and put her hands in her jacket pockets. "You seem to be having a blast."

"This is great, it's...I haven't felt this way in a while," He looked back at the scene and smiled. She watched his excitement, wishing she could feel such a thing. He looked back and stuck a hand out, "I'm Ruben."

"Y/N," She shouted over the music and shook his hand. "You're the fancy doctor?"

He shrugged, "Something like that, nothing fancy."

"Just made a pill to drug up the whole building and give people the time of their lives?"

He smirked, "You're not high, at least that's what I heard from you talking to Ian."

"Well, somebody's gotta keep the place standing, right?" Y/N sipped on her beer as she examined him closely. "As long as you're having fun, that's all that matters."

Ruben licked his lips and looked her up and down, "I've been shelled up in a lab for years, I don't get out much."

"Then it's doing the job," She patted his cheek and walked back upstairs, leaving him standing there star struck.

Ian stopped her at the top of the steps, grabbing her arm and saying, "Cut the guy some slack, he needs to live a little."

Y/N scoffed, "What are you, his babysitter? He seems to be having fun."

"He could be having a little more fun," Ian pulled her in closer, letting go of her arm and whispering in her ear, "If you won't give me the chance, give it to Ruben. Think of it as a thank you."

"For what? You think I'm some whore that'll fuck someone for pity?" Y/N narrowed his eyes, two seconds away from throwing him and the cute chemist out.

"No, I think you're trapped up here enough as it is. When's the last time you actually let loose at one of these shows? Ever since Oz found you?" Y/N looked away, she didn't want him getting in her head, but she could already feel the wheels turning. "You can't take anything, you can't dance, you can't be free. You're not one of his girls, you just stand here all night and watch. I know you're jealous that they got all the benefits and all the attention, and what does he give you? Nothing. You can't tell me it's not tempting to let loose?"

Y/N had always thought about, thought about the past, how she would live her life to the fullest. She would put on a dress that would make the end of the night one to remember, drink until her vision blurred. These days she was lucky if she got a good enough sleep, that was the highlight.

"No tricks?" She looked at him carefully, not fully trusting the man.

"You won't get caught, I swear. I wouldn't do that to Ruben, you can count on that," He had a point, if he was protecting his friend in the moment that would guarantee protection for her.

"Why'd you bring him here anyway? He's...different, he's not like you?" She didn't put any pressure on it, but he knew what she meant.

"Let's just say he needed a break. It worked out for both of us in the end."

Y/N scratched her head and looked down at the crowd again, finding him easily. He looked happy, he looked fun. She looked around the floor, finding security at every wall.

Oz would be fine for an hour or two. Ian would make sure of it.

Y/N found herself moving pass dancing bodies, brushing up against people who were most likely having hallucinations.

Ruben had his back to her, and she tapped against his arm gently, almost scared of proceeding. But he turned quickly, the smirk wiping off and turning into a surprised grin.

"How often did you say you get out?" She shouted over the thumping of the music.

"Not at all," He shook his head violently, giving her body another glance.

Y/N gripped his shirt in her hands and pushed her mouth against his, receiving a quick response. His lips were soft, and his kisses were desperate. It made her want to take him right then and there. Instead she pulled back, looking up at him with blown out eyes. He looked the same, but disbelief was in the mix.

Y/N bit her lip and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the crowd. She met Ian's eyes upstairs and he nodded assuringly.

She wouldn't get caught. He promised.

There was a backroom that was only used for what they called "business meetings." But it had a couch, and that was good enough.

She pushed Ruben against the wall, finding his mouth again and shoving her tongue in. The music was faded enough where she heard a tiny moan come from him. Her hands roamed his chest, his finding her hips hesitantly. She moved to his neck and gave him lingering kisses, licking a sharp stripe up his Adam's apple, and even Y/N could see his eyes roll back, his mouth opening in a silent moan.

"You alright?" Y/N smirked at him and he nodded quickly. She continued her work on his neck as she walked him backwards towards the couch, pushing him against it.

"This is really happening," He mumbled in disbelief as she shucked out of her jacket. "This is something that's actually happening," Ruben laughed a little at himself, then slowly watched as she stripped her shirt off. Y/N walked over and straddled him, kissing up his neck.

"What do-what do you want me to do?" He sounded breathless, it made her want to laugh, but the moment was too heated.

"I'm kinda in the same boat as you, you know," Y/N watched as his face twisted in realization.

"You really don't get to enjoy these parties?"

"Not hardly," Y/N swallowed as she felt the tent in his pants. "So, let's enjoy it together, yeah?"

Ruben smiled and kissed her deeply, tongue scraping against the inside of her mouth. It was something dirty, sloppy and full of saliva. Y/N loved it, she held onto the back of his head so he wouldn't leave. His hands were traveling along her backside as she moaned into his mouth.

Letting go, he pulled back and she took the opportunity to drag the backpack and sweater off him. She took in his chest, the tan skin warm under her fingers. Ruben licked his lips and shivered.

"You're so hot," Y/N found herself muttering, and he just laughed while shaking his head. "You don't believe me?"

"Not really, no," Dark eyes avoided hers, and she slid off his lap. Disappointment fell over his face, he was probably scared he ruined the moment, that Y/N would leave him.

Instead she slid to her knees and pulled at his belt buckle, "Let me show you then,"

Ruben lifted his hips and she dragged his khakis to his mid thigh. She palmed him through his black briefs, and he threw his head back. Slipping her hand underneath the waistband, he jerked his hips up on instinct. He looked totally flustered and Y/N was loving it.

Stroking him a few times seemed to do the trick. His whole body sagged against the couch and Y/N bit her lip as he moaned. She licked her lips before wrapping her mouth against the tip, sucking slightly and feeling arousal in her gut as he let out a broken moan.

Moving her lips up and down his cock started a chorus of small noises from the man, each sound music to Y/N’s ears. While she hasn’t been in this position very often, she was starting to gain more confidence than ever before. Looking up at him gave her butterflies, eyes closed as he parted his lips in a silent scream. She could see his hands twitch at his side. Y/N wrapped a hand around his wrist and guided his fingers to her hair. Hesitantly, he flexed his fingers and twisted her locks, gasping as she moaned around him.

Growing more comfortable, Ruben sat up and used his free hand to caress the side of Y/N’s face, sucking in a sharp breath as he felt her cheeks hollow out. Y/N locked eyes with him, her hand slowly creeping down to her rub herself through her underwear.

Her movements caught his attention. His hands left her hair as he started stuttering, “What, uh...what can I, you know, how can I help you?”

Y/N pulled off and looked up with a smirk. “What, do you work in customer service or something?”

“That felt really good, like, really good. I just...want you to feel the same. I want to make you feel the same.” Ruben ducked his head down in embarrassment.

Y/N used his knees to pull her up so she straddled his legs. While one hand scratched the back of his neck gently, the other gripped his chin to make him look at her. “You’re too sweet, you know that?”

He leaned forward and she made way to him instantly. He was a good kisser, and she found it peculiar that he claimed to not do this often. It made her question if it was all lies, or if he had never done it maybe at all. But kissing him, it was comforting, it was reassuring. It was soft and felt divine.

Y/N got lost in his lips, and when she came back to reality, she took his hand in hers and moved it to her clothed clit. As he stopped moving his lips, he kept his mouth close to her own, both exchanging breaths.

Brown eyes were already staring into her own when she opened them, looking for permission. Y/N nodded and soon his fingers were moving in slow circles against her nub. It was slow and unsure, but damn, if it didn’t feel good.

Arms were wrapped around his neck as he continued, it seemed the more soft moans Y/N gave, the more Ruben fell into her. His head was pressed against her chest, mouth opened as if he was the one receiving the pleasure.

But maybe it was the way Y/N’s hips thrusted into his touch unconsciously that made his eyes slip close so easily. That made his jaw go slack as he pressed wet, open mouthed kisses against her skin. That made the tension around them so intimate that it started to become overwhelming. Like the heated touches that originally started this was far, far away.

Something about this moment made Y/N figure that they’re more alike than they probably realize.

It also made her realize that she still had more clothes on than she preferred. Quick movements lead to her bra being tossed across the room and Ruben’s movements come to a stop.

“No, please keep touching me,” Y/N whispered, out of breath.

“Like this? Or-”

“I want you to fuck me, Ruben.”

The man looked so flustered, so overwhelmed. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to compose himself, “I don’t...have a condom.”

Y/N cursed under her breath and got off of him. His hand reached out to stop her, but Y/N gave him a kiss to reassure that she wasn’t done just yet. Instead, she walked over to the desk in the corner, pulling the drawers out and rummaging for a condom. There was no way there wouldn’t be one in the building, and she just prayed that it would be in the room.

Just as she found one in the bottom drawer, she heard some shuffling behind her. Y/N stood up straight as she fumbled with the wrapper and felt hands wrap around her waist. Soft kisses pressed against her shoulder, leading up behind her ear.

Y/N turned around in Ruben’s arms, immediately finding his lips. As she handed the condom over to him, she slid her panties onto the floor, doing her best to ignore the dark eyes following her movements. It would distract her, it would warm her, it would make her feel like this is so much more.

Once the condom was on, Y/N lifted herself onto the edge of the desk, as Ruben stood awkwardly in front of her.

“Is this okay?” Y/N raised a brow.

All lust-filled looks vanished, and Ruben looked overwhelmed in a different sense then before.

“You are so beautiful.”

It ruined her high, a comment like that. It was something odd, something much more personal than sexy. It was something that made her feel so exposed; even though she was literally bare ass in front of him, it made her feel like he was observing her soul, seeing something that she didn’t see was there.

“You don’t believe me?”

His rough fingertips grazed her cheeks as her head was tilted up. Ruben looked so pure, so honest.

Y/N didn’t want to ruin this for him, so she shifted forward until she met his lips. It was slow and heated, starting to grow too passionate for two strangers who just met.

Grabbing his base, Y/N guided him to her entrance, lifting her ankles to wrap around his waist. The movement pulled him closer. Taking the hint, Ruben guided himself into Y/N, slow as ever and head lowered in concentration.

Y/N’s head snapped back as she was stretched out, eyes squeezed shut as she realized she had not exactly prepped much before this. He sensed her discomfort, of course he did, and looked at her in panic.

“What’s wrong? Oh god, am I that bad? Does it not feel good? Do you need me to-”

“Ruben, I’m okay. I just...just need a second.” Y/N lowered her head onto his shoulder.

“Oh, okay….yeah,” His hand patted her back awkwardly, then suddenly he froze. “Shit...wait, I’m supposed to prep you first right? Like, before….fuck, Y/N I’m so sorry, shit-”

“Ruben,” Y/N took his face into her palms and shook it firmly. “I am fine, I just need a second to adjust…”

His fear had changed momentarily.

He’s not that different from other men after all.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she started moving just a tiny bit. “Smug is not a good look on you.”

“No, I just-”

“Don’t let it get to your head, please.”

Ruben chuckled, and he honestly looked surprised. “How could it not, though?” Y/N gave a stern look and Ruben cleared his throat. “Sorry, you’re right.”

Just as Y/N moved her hips, he was putty in her hands.

“You can move now,” One arm wrapped around his neck as the other held the edge of the desk. Ruben kept her close, not exactly finding a constant stance yet. His hands moved from place to place as he focused a bit too hard on thrusting into her.

“Ohh, shit, yes.”

It was sloppy, there wasn’t a consistent rhythm. Instead, Ruben would change speed without thinking. As Y/N’s blunt nails ran across his shoulder blade, he would usually slow down. And maybe that’s exactly where she wanted to keep him.

But Y/N met him halfway, every time the rhythm changed, they were both able to match each other.

It was sloppy, but it was comforting, too. Ruben’s nose smushed against her collarbone, but the sounds he let out were so arousing. Y/N kept her face tucked into his neck as she moaned his name.

Sweat collected at her thighs as the slick wood stuck to her skin. Ruben got even closer, hovering over her as he quickened the pace. Her back hit the desk, and the angle switched, chasing her to cry out.

Y/N thinks he finally found confidence when he grabbed the desk behind her head and held one leg up. Y/N moaned, grabbing his neck as she tried to reach his thrusts.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Ruben closed his eyes. “This is...fuck, it’s incredible. I’m close, Jesus.”

“Yeah, cum for me,” Y/N licked his neck as she whispered into the skin. “Please, Ruben.”

He actually slowed down just as he let out a groan, and something that sounded like her name. His grip tightened and she could tell by his blown out pupils that he had done exactly as she said.

Y/N stroked his hair as he lowered her leg. He almost looked guilty, and that was the last thing she wanted for him. “What’s wrong?”

“You, uh…”

“Don’t worry about it, Ruben.”

I want to make you feel the same.

Ruben settled her back down before she could even get up properly. Y/N didn’t put up a fight, settling onto her elbows as he sunk to his knees, holding onto her thighs. Her stomach jumped at the thought of what’s to come.

As if him fucking her wasn’t good enough, he proved to top that when his tongue grazed her folds. Y/N felt herself twitch at the sensation, moaning loud as he continued the motions.

His mouth sucked on her lips as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, and how could he not try and do more when the woman was making so much noise? Y/N lifted her hips to meet his skilled tongue just as he pulled away to take her in. She could’ve sworn that his eyes were shining, whether with lust or admiration or just himself being proud that he could make someone feel like this, look like this, a wrecked mess on some cheap desk.

It gave him courage, for one thing. Ruben sped up his motions and began fucking her with his tongue as he kept one hand on her clit and the other taking her own hand.

It was truly becoming more and more intimate than originally planned.

“Fuck, Ruben,” Eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt her orgasm approach. “Just like that, fuck, you’re doing so good.”

It only egged him on, and Ruben completely buried his mouth into her core at the praise, licking and sucking every edge.

Just as she felt herself reach her peak, Y/N’s entire body lurched forward. A shout slipped out as she squeezed her thighs around his head and buried her hands in his hair. Ruben’s hands found her behind and held her close once more.

And Y/N was floating. Years of seeing all the shit that went down in this warehouse, she never thought she would create one of the greatest memories she’ll remember. Months after taking the constant harassment of Ian Price, she never thought he would bring something happy into her life, even if for a small period of time. Days of contemplating whether this was the kind of life she would continue being trapped in or find a new way out, she never thought that looking into the soft eyes before her would make her feel more at ease than ever before.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was a bit too tense. They both just stared at each other, naked and vulnerable. Y/N felt her arms indistinctly wrap around herself, the bass of the music from the other room now coming back to her.

“Why were you with Ian?”

Ruben let out a long sigh, looking at the floor with shame.

“I wouldn’t judge you, I couldn’t. But I kinda figured that you didn’t exactly beg him to come down here to fuck up hundreds of people and have a dance.” Y/N slid off the desk in search of her clothes.

“Not at all, uh,” Ruben scratched the back of his head as he took the condom off. “It’s complicated.”

“Is it?” If she knew anything about the man, she knew that he was capable of dangerous things, just like Oz, maybe worse. Ruben deserved better than that. “Look, if you’re in trouble or something, I can help. You don’t have to-”

“Please, Y/N, it’s,” Even Ruben paused at his harsh tone, taking a breath before trying to compose himself.

“I’ve been stuck here for as long as I could remember, Ruben,” Y/N whispered. “I know what it’s like...to feel like you don’t have a say, or an opinion. But, if your situation is worse than that, then you need to get help. It doesn’t have to be from me, but you can’t stay with him. He’s not a good guy, Ruben.”

“And who’s to say I am?” His eyes became wet, voice cracking at the end. “Who’s to say I'm not just as bad as him or Oz? I just created a drug, it could’ve killed people, holy shit.” Ruben began to pace as if all of this information was just settling in.

“Ruben, you were forced, don’t you get that? Let me guess, it was either that or some bullshit threat he told you, right? Ian manipulated you, it’s what he does.” It’s what he’d keep doing if he wasn’t stopped.

Ruben swallowed, narrowing his eyes as he watched her throw on her shirt. It was like a wave coming over him, and he quickly grabbed her arm to make her face him. “Y/N, did he touch you?”

“What?” She tried to shake his arm off her, but he embraced her close and their foreheads were almost touching.

“Did Ian hurt you? Because if he laid a hand on you, Y/N, I swear to god…”

“What? You’re going to stop him? Huh, Ruben? What are you going to do?”

“Just tell me if he did!”

“What does it matter, anyways? What, are you jealous or something? I’m not yours, so why do you care?”

“Because we’re just the same,” She couldn’t fight her anger when his hands grabbed the sides of her face so gently, and his previous screams turned into a soft whisper. “You said it yourself, you’re stuck here. And why, because Oz says so? Are you his?”

“I’m no one’s.”

“Then what’s keeping you here?”

It was money in her pocket, it was a place to sleep at night, it was some place that didn’t require a high reputation and didn’t need a down payment with money she didn’t have before. If she left now, there was no doubt that Oz would feel betrayal, rob her of her savings and stick a gun to her head. There would be no remorse for him, there would be no one to miss her when she was gone. It didn’t even matter.

“Exactly…”

Y/N refused to cry in front of him, a man who she hadn’t even talked to for two hours yet already was able to look right through her. She would not stand here and let him say those things to her when they were things that were impossible to overcome.

“We’re not that different, Y/N. You know what I do with my life? I slave away in a lab for him, and sadly, this was the first time I’ve been out of there in a long time and it was all a scheme to get me to make a drug. How ironic, right?” But it was fine, because Ruben looked like he was about to cry, too. Still, that brightening smile stayed on his face, and damn him.

Y/N found comfort in the man’s arms, so she stayed there, half dressed in the middle of a dirty room with Ruben.

“What if we left?”

Y/N didn’t want to move right now, she didn’t want this moment to end.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t want to let go of you.” She whispered.

Ruben scoffed and rubbed her back, “I meant...what if we left together? Like, you know, left them?”

Y/N tensed.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not?”

Y/N pulled back and looked up at him. “Ruben, if I left I’d probably have a search warrant on me.”

“Y/N, you can’t stay here forever! Is that your plan?”

“No, but...you don’t know what Oz is capable of.”

“It can’t be any better than what Ian is,” Ruben wasn’t making sense now. After just explaining everything to him, he still didn’t get it. “We could leave town, go somewhere far from them.”

“Ruben-”

“You wouldn’t even have to stick with me, not if you didn’t want to. But I would love it if I got to know you better Y/N, I would love it.”

“Ruben-”

“They wouldn’t be able to hurt us, we could go. I have some money saved up, we could get new jobs and just start over.”

“Ruben!”

He stopped rambling and looked worried as he saw her expression.

“I’m not like you Ruben, I can’t just...run away. I don’t have a lot of money, I wouldn’t be able to start fresh right away.”

“I’d pay for you.” The poor man looked so hopeful.

“It’s not like that, it’s not just about money. Ruben, I can’t just get up and leave in an instance. I’d have to lay low, I’d have to prepare and I’d really have to think stuff out.”

But she would. Y/N would throw on pants and run out of there hand and hand with him if she could. She would follow him wherever he wanted. She’d live on the run just for Ruben. She would do lots of things that she could never picture doing before tonight, all for this chemist who made her feel so many things.

But if she really wanted to make it a reality, Y/N couldn't get ahead of herself just yet.

Ruben looked shattered, and it made her give in.

“Hey,” Y/N touched his soft skin and pulled him into a passionate kiss, one that she wished could last forever. “I promise you, Ruben. I promise we’ll leave. Just...not yet.”

“You’ll go?” He smiled small, and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“I’ll follow you, Ruben. And we’ll both be free.”

“Yeah, yeah we will.” Ruben kissed her face all over, making her giggle and hug him tightly.

“We just got to be patient, please, Ruben.”

“I’ll wait for you, Y/N,” He tried to remember what she felt like in his arms. He tried to remember what her laugh and voice sounded like. He did everything he could to hold onto this moment, because who knew how long he would be waiting. Ruben only knew that he would wait as long as it takes.

“I promise, I’ll wait for you, Y/N.”

#ruben marcado x reader #ruben marcado #do no harm #my writings #do no harm show #finally #ruben marcado IS HERE #everyone say thank you to tinywhim for encouraging me #lin manuel miranda

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #10:

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A/N: please reload if you saw this early! HAD TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES WITH THIS ONE. Smh! Some fluff after so much smut, but the next outtake is a MUST read.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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6 Months Into Dating - Aone Introducing Y/N To His Pet Turtle 💚🐢💚

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Ordered your boyfriend kindly.

You quickly opened your eyes, immediately greeted with the most adorable sight in the world: your giant scary-looking mountain man holding a small shelled reptile in his both of his hands.

“Oh. My. God!” You yelled, hopping off Aone’s couch to run to him. Aone lowered his turtle so you could pet him and he watched your eyes fill with unmistakable adoration. You pet the reptile softly with your small index finger, and Aone noticed his turtle lean towards you automatically, just like he does whenever you touch him.

“He likes you.” Aone smirked.

You looked up at your boyfriend. “What’s his name! What’s his name! What’s his name!” You squealed, coming in close so that your nose was close to the turtles nose.

“Perdu.”

A/N: y’all know I speak French so search up what that means AHAHAHA

Also, if you haven’t had your daily dose of cute today google imagine search ‘aone turtle’ and see our baby!

I would have included a pic but not enough artist credit

You started jumping up and down out of excitement. “Ahhhhh! Hi Perdu!!!! I’m your new mama!”

Aone sucked in a breath at you calling yourself his pet turtle’s new mama. He always embarrassingly dreamed of having kids with you one day so it really hit him in the feels.

“He’s perfect. Can I hold him?”

Aone grunted and nodded.

“Can you show me how, Aone? I don’t want to hurt him.”

Aone gave you instructions and then placed the African Aquatic Sideneck Turtle in your hands. Takanobu stood there with his hands to his side like a lovesick idiot, watching you speak baby-talk to one of his best friends and just melting inside. He loved the fact that his love loved his other love. He was beaming.

“Hi Perdu! I am going to be taking care of you because daddy is going on a volleyball trip! But I promise you will have so much fun staying at my house!”

“I’m sure he will love staying with you, Y/N. He doesn’t like Kenji-san very much, bites him every time Futakuchi tries to pet him. You, he likes.”

Your eyes shone with pride as you cradled Perdu.

“Babe, he’s so cute!!!” You switched your expression to angry, glaring up at Aone. “Now Can I know why I’m just finding out about him now and why the hellyou hid him away in the basement when I came over?! 😡”

Embarrassed, Takanobu looked away. “Well.......”

You stared up at the white-haired beauty expectantly. “Welll.... what?”

“Well....... I um, I didn’t want you to think I was weird. For having a pet turtle.”

Your jaw dropped. “What! Excuse me?!”

Aone frowned, looking at the floor. “I apologize Y/N, Kenji even said that if you didn’t like Perdu then you may not be the one for me—but—I didn’t want to risk anything..... I didn’t want to risk you thinking I was odd and then not giving me a chance.”

Your face softened, hearing your boyfriend’s insecure thoughts.

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“Aone baby, come here.” You used one arm to cradle Perdu then used your other hand to lead your boyfriend to his living room couch so he could sit down. When he did, you sat in his lap, so that he was behind you, looking down at your son together.

“Aone, you make me so happy. I think of you some days and think that you’re too good to be true.”

Aone’s eyes widened over your shoulder. “Really??”

You nodded earnestly, going back to petting Peru softly on his head. “Can we talk? I think it’s time.” You said and Aone felt his heart drop. He knew what this conversation was going to be: and while he didn’t dread it per se, it was kind of embarrassing— and he just hoped you didn’t scare easily.

“Yes, we may talk, I’ll just put Perdu back in his tank for a bit.” You kissed your boyfriend’s cheek and got up to hand him your son. “Don’t forget to change his water tank, it’s been 2 hours!” You called as he made his way downstairs.

Aone stopped, turning back to look at you with admiration in his eyes. You remembered everything about Perdu already: it made him fall in love with you even more.

“Well done, Y/N. I will. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

10 Minutes Later - Aone Embarrassingly Telling You About The Things He Did When He Was Crushing On You :/

When you two were settled back on the couch, Aone sat far away from you as if you had cooties. Knowing that your bf was just uncomfortable with this convo, you did what you always did and crawled over to him, climbing into your favourite spot on his lap so you were sitting on him sideways like:

This position had a way of instantly calming him down as he loved having you so close. You saw him visibly relax. Good. You took a deep breath and turned his chin so that he was looking at you.

“Aone. I’ve always wondered—did I do something when we weren’t together? Like is there something I did that made you feel like you couldn’t just approach me, say hi?”

Aone blushed, then shook his head. “No, not particularly.”

You knew there was more he wanted to say he was just being shy. “Go on.......... I promise not to judge you. I’m here to stay.” You leaned in to kiss your boyfriend’s lips, knowing that he was terrified of you finding him creepy and deciding to leave. You had to reassure him that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Mountain believed you, and hearing your reassurance gave him the confidence he needed to begin:

“Y/N. I need you to somehow understand that you weren’t just some ‘crush’ to me. Not in the amateur sense like the way Katana is crushing on Futakuchi, or Koganegawa’s crush on Kusa. I mean yes, I was definitely crushing on you, but I realized early on that it was.....different. It was a bit more than that. It is like this: You were—are—my dream girl. Like, if I had never met you and someone asked me to describe my ideal woman, I would have described you......to a T. So, when I saw you for the first time at the pep rally, my mind went: thats her. That’s the perfect girl.”

You melted, listening intently and trying not to interrupt by jumping him. He continued.

“So, you kind of startled me. Because everyone always thinks their ‘dream person’ is just that....a dream.....right? They seem very unattainable. Very intimidating. Not to mention I am not one to approach a woman. And then add the fact that you’re one of the most popular females in our grade, plus you don’t notice me despite the fact that—according to Futakuchi and Koganegawa—I was painfully obvious in my pining—combining all of those factors, it was hard to just one day go up to you and ‘say hi.’” He stared at your thighs, beginning to draw random designs on them. “However, I wanted to. Every time I saw you I wanted to go over and introduce myself and ask you if I could walk you home but.......” he sighed. “I guess I was too cowardly.”

You went: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 grabbing Aone’s face and showering it with kisses, making his heart race.

“Oh, Aone, I wish you approached me baby. You were in pain—“

“Pain? Only at certain points. Actually, for the most part I was rather happy to be crushing on you. You made my everyday better. As soon as I began having feelings for you seeing you in the halls was like being presented with tickets to my favourite sporting event! I looked forward to class because you would be there, meaning I could hear more about you and see you smile. I’ll admit I stared at you quite a lot.....but it was because you were always smiling with your friends and that smile alone brightened my week, too.”

You heart clenched. “That’s so sweet Baby. But then when were those painful moments?”

Aone frowned, recalling the memories. “Uhhh......when you were seeing that baseball player.”

You scoffed. “Ew I was never seeing that fuckboy—“

“—And when you asked the teacher who on earth I was.”

“What?!” You gasped.

Aone peaked up at you, not wanting you to feel bad. “Please, don’t feel bad now, Y/N..... it’s not your fault my presence wasn’t really on your....”

“I did?! When ?!”

Aone sighed and shyly told you the story about how he had slowly packed his books so he could eavesdrop on you/his crush’s academic conversation. He explained how what happened when the teacher suggested him made him lovesick for a while.

“Ohhhh, my poor baby......” mortified, you put your head in your hands and shook your head. “I’m so stupid! I’m so sorry! please..... oh God and you were right behind me?! That is so unbelievably rude of me! What the hell did you see in me!” You we’re MORTIFIED.

Aone placed his hands around your wrists , gently prying your hands away from your beautiful face. He leaned in so that you were looking at him. “Y/N. my intention is to not make you feel bad about any of this. You didn’t know I was there, and you didn’t know who I was. I didn’t even try to get you to notice me, not really. If anything you asking who I was that day probably subconsciously pushed me to defend you against Tsume Lian weeks later. Everything happens for a reason.”

Still mortified, you nodded, looking down.

Aone was desperate to cheer you up because that frown of yours tugged on his heartstrings more than anything else in the world:

“When I was crushing on you, and you were a genie on Halloween, I was the one who donated 106,000 yen on behalf of our volleyball team.”

You snapped your head up, eyes wide and hit your boyfriend on his chest. “YOU DID WHAT!”

He rewarded you with a chuckle. “I’m so embarrassed right now. I’m sorry. I just wanted you and the team......but mostly you.......not to struggle.”

“Aone Takanobu! You mean to tell me that you were a perfect boyfriend to me before you were even my boyfriend?!”

Aone shrugged, kissing your cheek and turning red. He’s glad that his embarrassing admission made that frown leave your face. Worth it. “Futakuchi seemed to think so. And while we are admitting things..... and Koganegawa already exposed your birthday plans...... I also feel inclined to tell you that your Halloween costume last year made me weak.”

You pouted out of sheer adoration for your boyfriend! “What! Really?! The genie thing?! You liked it?”

Aone nodded, feeling himself get a semi just by remembrance. “We had a math test that day and I almost failed for the first time. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I’m sorry please don’t think I am one of those perverted boys. I just couldn’t help it.......”

Feeling aroused by the idea of you arousing your boyfriend in class, you moved to straddle him and gave him a deep kiss. Aone moaned into the kiss and pulled you closer, internally joyous that you weren’t running away after all he’d admitted to you.

You both pulled away at the same time, trying to catch your breath. You leaned your forehead on his.

“Aone, I think it’s adorable that you liked me for so long. I’m kinda kicking myself because if I wasn’t so lost and just noticed you, we would’ve been together way longer now.”

“No! Please don’t feel bad.” He begged, “Time with you since that day with Tsume has been the best part of my entire life. It may come off as pathetic, but.......when you spend time with me—no, when you simply smile at me not anyone else.....it makes up for the years I spent hopelessly pining and dreaming about you.”

You smiked, deciding to tease your boy because a word he’d said spiked your interest. “Dreaming about me....huh?” You raised your eyebrows.

Aone flushed—he really walked into that one—then shook his head firmly. “Yes. But before you ask any more questions: the answer is absolutely not. I am not telling you about my wet dreams about you, Y/—“

You eyes widened. 👀 “WAIT, WET dreams?!?!?! As in the things I did in your dream made you cum in real life?!?!”

Because he hadn’t realized what he said, Aone stopped breathing. He stood up abruptly with you in his arms, leaning down to place you on the couch. Looking anywhere but at you, Takanobu tried to come up with a reason to escape. He looked so fucking cute so-crippling shy you were going to combust!

“I m-must take Perdu out f-for a walk, now.” He said awkwardly, clearly making something up to get himself out of that one.

Your eyes twinkled. “Aone baby, I think it’s cute......”

Aone looked at you in horny disbelief. “.....Hm..... y-y-y-you do?”

You smiled, taking his hand. “Sure. I just want to know what you dreamed about so I can make the real-thing that much better......” you said seductively, leaning in to ghost a kiss over his pants where his dick is. “I’d love to act out one of your dream sequences right now, before I go....” you bit you lip while batting your eyelashes at him.

Aone bit back a moan, immediately growing hard. He wanted to tell you that real-you always felt better, but he couldn’t think straight. “Yes. Yes, If y-you’d li-like....... 😩 I’m powerless to resist you.”

You stood up happily, still holding Aone’s hand, and lead him back to his bedroom. “Look on the bright side babe,” you squeezed his hand. “When Perdu grows up you can have a father son chat with him when you tell him from experience that dreams really do come true.”

While Aone was relieved because the conversation he’d been so scared to have ended up being taken light heartedly and fun, he’d soon come to regret having it at all.

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Taglist: @crushzone @galagcica @chaichai-the-weeb @nairobiisqueen @bisasterrr @juminly

A/N: hold onto your seats folks. Last outtake post next! ....and you’re going to want to read it.

Outtake #11: CLICK HERE

#aone takanobu x you #aone x you #aone smut #aone fluff #aone x y/n #aone x reader #aone takanobu stories #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu boys #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanon #hq headcannons #sexy hq boys #haikyuu stories

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sxfik · 4 years ago

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my thoughts on episode 11 (as i watch it)

apologies in advance if none of this is coherent :)

how could they not catch joon woo HE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHEN SHE’S TORTURING THOSE KILLERS

you can tell it’s the proud !! moment for him

but also the concern he has when they’re in the car driving back home and he calls mr. cho, but he’s still looking at her

AAAAA not him asking her to drink until 4 am, 2 HOURS past their agreement (also him telling her that she should be a part of the mafia), and when the camera focuses on him, you can tell he's telling himself "it's only to finish up the food, no other reason"

AAAA "i need to apologize for what i did on the bridge, i hugged you, you were flustered right?" "don't apologize you were worried" and HIS FACE WHEN SHE TELLS HIM HER HEART WAS POUNDING AND HE AVOIDS HER EYES AND THE SLIGHT WIDING WHEN SHE SAID "WE NEED TO TEST THIS OUT"

AND THE SLIGHT SMILE HE GIVES HER WHEN SHE PREPS TO HUG HIM AND GOD THSI WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD HIS FACE WHEN SHE SNUGGLES IN AND HE'S DEFINITELY TRYING TO BREATHE NORMALLY AND HIS HAND ON THE CHAIR OH MY GOD AND SHE LOOKS UP AT HIM AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD NOT TO LOOK AT HER THIS IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I COULD EVER WRITE

and then the way he still stands there after she tells him she was wrong CHA YOUNG WHY god that poor man but then that soft smile as she falls asleep....

awww he's checkin on his mother !! aw is he asking why she left him,,,, fuck this is really ripping my heart out

"im sure my son is doing well so don't give up on yourself" why am i crying so hard im only 25 minutes into this episode

holy shit's getting heated at wusang...

lmao the tailor acting tough in front of vin and also 1/2 half of clown couple asking to be her bodyguard,,, poor vin he's really being caught between the marital fight... the fact he's more scared of the wife

nis dude actin REAL sus

mr CHO NO why would you do this bro

HAHA ms seo also acting sus around them huh (game day? will vin get competitive.... or has she figured it out...)

AHAHAHA CHA YOUNG PUSHING HER BACK AND FORCING HIM TO GO

oh shit he got exposed........... "come with me"

joon woo really spiraling more and more he fights vin(but also he's so fucking hot)

han seo my poor boy please get the fuck out of there im not joking please get yourself out join the good side

CORN SALAD !!! AHAHAH

NIS DUDE YES FIGHT FOR VINCENZO, y e s cleaning lady !!

enter player nis, YES, boy lookin so cool, saving the day! CHA YOUNG yes stomp on that man

lmao the small nods between CHA YOUNG AND VIN AHAH AND THEN HIS BETRAYED LOOK

oh wow mafia man, you're always ready to hug cha-young but no one else???? hmmmmmmmmmmmm

THE MUSIC WHEN HE HUGGED HIM

IS THAT A FUCKING PARADE AHAHA

MAFIA CORN SALAD AHAHAHAHHA NOOOOO

lmaoo the reformed guys in the back

"with all the support you have, why don't you make your own family here" is this her asking him to stay????

god the way vin and cha young look at each other when they have an idea, TRULY MARRIED

the power vin holds,,,, oh shit he found out about the temple

han seo poor boy with the gun,,,,, mr. panic yall colluding together? MR PANIC YOUR DAMN GOOD W A GUN you're too baby for this han seo please just get tf out of here

mr panic you out here playing you're own game here?

han seo and mr panic I WANT TO SEE THIS play out,,,,, does han seo have the potential to go all the way to the top?

piano girl giving me,,,,, bad vibes girlie you're a bit scary

aw nam and vin are still besties that's good im glad

MR. CORN SALAD, THE ACTING IS AMAZING HOLY SHIT HE'S SO.... he's pisseddddd boys getting a little manic here

yes NIS DUDE getting shit down

please vin go with cha young to meet joon woo have BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS

"there's a limit to one's pain but no limit to one's fear" AH SHIT BRO WHY IS THIS SO HOT MY GOD i know this is a lil psycho of him BUT AAAAAA

VINENZO KNOWS !!! HE KNOWS!!! GO SAVE CHA-YOUNG BRO PLEASE GO GET HER

SHE KNOWS NOW SHE KNOWS GOD THIS IS

FUCK shit's getting so intense,,,,, the stare off he's about to have with him

the OST FOR THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD

joon woo you aboutt to go full psycho?? please don't be a cliff hanger please oh my god please dont be a cliffhanger

FUCK I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

#vincenzo #mine #vincenzo spoilers #vincenzo ep 11 #recap #chayenzo #hong cha young #vincenzo cassano #hong cha young x vincenzo

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emsvegetables · 4 years ago

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“Hello! I hope you’re doing good ^_^ I LOVED your s/o who’s not scared of rollercoasters hcs so so much! Can I ask the same hcs with Iwaizumi, Goshiki and Kuroo? Lots of love 💕”

ofc anon!!!! i hope you like this (=´∀｀)!!

Iwaizumi:

* he’s so soft for you!!!!

* my man!!!

* anyway he has this big, silly smile on his face when he follows you throughout the amusement park.

* but that smile of his gives way to SHOCK when he realises you aren’t the least bit scared of rollercoasters?????

* okay he expected you to hold on to him when the rollercoaster goes down, but you’re SMILING???????

* yoooo he did not expect that.

* but he finds it so cute!! and badass!!!!

* anyway that big, silly smile of his is back on his face when he sees how happy you are.

* he’s just happy he’s there with you!!!!

* so he happily goes along with you to all the rides you want to go to.

* but he VISIBLY gulps when you start dragging him to the scariest ride in the park.

* Iwaizumi is a man. nothing fazes him.

* but THAT ride does!!!

* he’s trying his best to keep a straight face.

* bc he doesn’t want to take away that happy smile on your face.

* but when the both of you get strapped in, his hands are instinctively reaching for yours.

* but when the rollercoaster goes down????

* HES SCREAMING

* while you’re smiling????????

* anyway he feels like his guts has turned inside out and when the ride is done, he gets to his feet, and he feels his head spin.

* “(Y/N), baby, i’ll do anything for you, but please don’t make me do that again.”

* HES TRAUMATISED LOLOLOL

Goshiki:

* oh this poor baby.

* he HATES rollercoasters.

* but he forces himself to do it bc you wanted to go for one!!!

* at first he was fine with one.

* but then one turned into two.

* two turned into three.

* AND BRUHHHHH HIS HEART CANT TAKE NO MORE.

* and what’s even worse??? you’re smiling and he can’t bring himself to say no.

* he’s TERRIFIED.

* but he can’t say no bc you’re so happy!!!! and he wants to prove that he’s stronger than Ushijima LOL

* ANYWAY

* oh man he starts to shake when you bring him to the scariest ride of the amusement park.

* dude the queue’s so short???

* BC NOBODY DARES TO RIDE IT!!!!

* “(Y/N)...honey, do you think we should ride it???”

* he’s trying his best to convince you not to AHAHAH

* but when you nod, he sighs and forces himself to do it.

* he’s SCREAMING into your ear the entire ride, even as the rollercoaster goes up AHAHAHAH

* BBY HE’S TERRIFIED.

* he has to go to the toilet after the ride LOLOLOL

* some...accident happened.

* “(Y/N), i love you, but PLEASE can we go home?”

* AHAHAHA POOR THING HE NEEDS YOUR CUDDLES THE MOMENT U GO HOME.

Kuroo:

* tbh he was SO excited to go to the amusement park with you.

* bc then he can tease you about you being scared of the rides??? HELL YES BABY.

* but you know what SHOCKS him?????

* you’re SMILING as the rollercoaster goes down.

* “hey, love, are you not scared of rollercoasters?”

* “no, they’re fun? why?” you smile at him, and you continue to saunter on to the next ride, and this man is SCARED yet IN LOVE.

* but he finds you a TOTAL badass.

* you’re so cool!!!!

* he’s even more in love.

* but really, he’s actually SCARED when you start walking to the scariest ride.

* “hey, (Y/N), we just ate, love, let’s take a short rest and skip this ride.”

* AHAHAH HES FINDING ALL THE EXCUSES.

* “but babe, we are three hours ago? the food should’ve been digested by now.”

* “AHHH GUESS I HAVE TO SHIT!!!”

* “okay!!! i’ll wait for you, and we can ride it after you’re done shitting!”

* no way out for him. :(

* so he finally follows you to the ride, and his heart is beating so fast and it’s not bc of you.

* yo HE FLAILS HIS ARMS AS THE ROLLERCOASTER GOES DOWN and he accidentally slaps your face AHHAAHAH

* HE FEELS SO BAD!!!!

* “(Y/N), love, i love you so much, i’m sorry for slapping you, but if i do that that again, i actually might die.”

AHAHAH hi!!! i hope this was okay!!!!

#iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #goshiki x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hc #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu scenarios

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frogcook · 3 years ago

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"Er, h-hello Theo-san! I was wondering if you would be able to make kalua pig. It's a dish native to my hometown, just a little village boarded by the Coral Sea. T-Truth be told, I've been feeling a little homesick lately, a-and I need a little pick me up since work at the lounge has been so stressful... b-but please don't feel pressured to or anything! I wouldn't want to trouble you!" - a stuttering Octa A-kun

(Reminder to watch watchers Dish Granted)

"D'awwww, take it easy lil' guy, dunno what your employers are doing to you but you're always welcome here."

The mention of homesickness had also struck a chord within Theo. After sitting the student down he started to look up kalua pig on his phone.

"Truth be told I miss home too… see ya ain't alone! It's no biggie to do this for you. Anything to close that space between your heart."

He gave the student a hearty thump on his back, although he may have underestimated his fragility just a bit.

"Oops sorry! Haha I forget my own strength sometimes… Anyways! It seems relatively simple although I don't really have an underground oven… and uh, do you mind waiting here for 16 hours?"

Even if he can't see the student's face he can tell that's a no.

"Hey hey it's not a bother! Not a bother at all! We'll think of something I'm sure!"

Oh no he messed up didn't he? Now he's upset and oh god what's Theo going to do? A head pat, that's what he's going to do.

"Don't be upset now… Because I have an idea. You're from Night Raven right? They only accept the best of the best, so that means you're one of the best! So, I'll need your help alright?"

After seeing the student's eyes light up behind his bangs, Theo returned it with a warm smile.

"Sorry for making you work ahead of your hours… But uhm- it's relatively simple, in a way. Y'know that thing scientists use to replicate aging? It's kinda like that but magic. Normally it would be a heavy load on one person but since you're here you can probably help. It may make you feel tired if you're up to the task."

"Nothing I'm not used to…"

"Huh? Get some rest after this alright? I'll show that good for nothin' boss how to treat their employees correctly…"

Most unlike his normal demeanor he took on a grumpy face before realizing he may be scaring his guest.

"Ahahaha don't worry about it! Sit down and relax, it's your time off!"

With a brief session of washing his hands, it was off to the pantry! Or the fridge since there was some pork butt hidden around the back. He didn't know what to do with it until now. Using a carving fork, he would poke holes all over, though the force put into them seems slightly more violent than normal. While slathering the meat with salt and sauces he chirped up with his own thoughts.

"What's the village like? It sounds homely. Did ya see any of the merpeople? It's really interesting how diverse life is huh. Oh you surf? That's awesome! I'd love to see it one day."

The conversation had whittled the empty space in between and it was onto the next step.

"And would you look at that it's time! Stand by the slow cooker over there and I'll show you what to do."

After setting the meat inside the slow cooker and a quick session of sanitation, Theo took out a ladle with a green gem embedded.

"Silly, I know but hey practical! How about a little practice alright? It's just like aging and lighting something on fire! Slowly!"

Well that was very reassuring, but he has no time to think about his poor word choice! He set out an apple on the table and tapped it with the gem of his ladle. With the passing of a few seconds the apple started to heat up and age a little past it's prime.

"My condolences to this apple, but you saw that right? It's a combination of fire and time. Try to recreate it alright? This small amount won't do much harm, I think."

He sat down another apple and gave the mob student a reassuring smile. He shyly tapped the apple and surprisingly got it on the first try! Hooray! Although that joy would wither away just as the apple had because oh god it's on fire.

"Oops oops! Oh no not again-"

Theo recklessly cupped tap water from the sink and splattered it over the apple. Along with the floorboards and table.

"Okay that was on me, we should've done this outside. That was great though, although maaaaaybe you went a little overboard. Something on your mind? This is telling me that you're not having the best time. Oh and don't worry about the slow cooker, let's just say it can take the heat."

After Theo had cleaned up, he would sit him and his guest by the slow cooker.

"Alright so just tap your gem on the meat before I close it, I'll do it too. We have to keep a steady flow of magic, strong emotions could throw it off."

Gentle taps of the pork and off to hell it goes!

"We're gonna be here for an hour or so. Conversation can aid this process, mostly because the flow of feelings will be constant. So tell me about yourself! I'll talk about myself too if it helps."

And so the shadowy student started a stream of words. From his time by that quaint little village to the hell known as Night Raven College. Anger, sadness, and happiness, all apparent in his words. All the while, Theo was listening patiently.

The best part of it all, none of it threw off the flow! He must have been keeping his cool because of the meat.

"Hah! I get ya, I had to work 2 jobs before, the managers were nice because I was a kid n' all. Couldn't thank them enough. But your manager… is a kid like you? Huh? I take back what I said before, I'm going straight to his parents. It's always your old folks that influence you the most y'know? Yours have raised a mighty fine young man."

Theo gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. The student had given a bashful smile before looking away.

"Don't be so modest now! Work hard and you'll go places I promise. And grades aren't everything, work isn't everything. Sure they might help and you gotta do your best. But this is your life, live it how you want to. And live it with pride. You aren't anyone's servant, got that? Your hard work is for you and you only!"

The ding of the cooker had indicated the end of their wait. Theo pulled the plug and carefully removed the pig onto a platter. He took a fork and started tearing into it, creating several juicy shreds of meat. With a few extra garnishes and sauces, it was finally ready.

"Your dish has been granted! Good job on the meat, even if it was a lil' overcooked, I think it makes it better! You've got skill, just keep working at it. What matters is that you keep going, not that you stand out. And please rest after this. I think I will too- only after I eat this with you! May or may not have made 12 servings but you can take it all-"

#twst oc #Theo's dish granted #Theo Kimathi #twisted wonderland

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yeetusthedeetus · 5 years ago

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Quarantine's Not That Bad - ATEEZ

A tickle fic? On this Tumblr? What has the world come to??!!

They were on the move.

Prowling around the dorm, waiting for an unsuspecting lee to make a wrong move.

It had been a while since the lers had joined forces like this, intending to wreck every lee in sight. Their world tour had definitely thrown a spanner into the works too.

But quarantine was good for one thing, when 4 lers lived with 4 lees (well, 3 lees and a switch, who leant towards a lee anyway).

Seonghwa was laid on his bed in his room when the first unfortunate soul walked in. Poor little Hongjoong walked in, intending on changing his clothes, but was quickly followed by Jongho, who shut the door quietly behind him. As the small leader took off his t-shirt, ditching it on the floor, the eldest and youngest made eye contact, a quick nod being shared between them.

Jongho moved first, grabbing the shorter man by the legs and slinging him over his shoulder. Hongjoong cried out in shock, gripping Jongho's waist with his arms as he was faced with the younger's muscled back.

"Jongho, why on-- oh NOHOHOHO!"

Hongjoong tried his best to kick, but Jongho holding his shins made it impossible to. Seonghwa's fingers, in the meantime, danced skillfully on the younger's socked feet, tickling dreadfully. Small fists pounded on the maknae's back, as Hongjoong's face screwed up in laughter, belly laughter erupting from his mouth.

"Seonghwahahahahaha!! Stohohohop!! NO!" The leader shrieked as he felt the elders wiggling fingers slip under the top of his socks, pulling them off while tickling down his feet. Seonghwa couldn't hold back his own grin, chuckling back, "Not on your life."

The elders fingernails scratched lightly down the platinum blond's sole, particularly focusing on the little gaps between his toes. Hongjoong couldn't help but scream with laughter, still raining punches on Jongho's back as he tried desperately to escape. Jongho held strong though, laughing at how weak his hyung had become due to the tickling. Seonghwa grinned, slowing down. "Ok I'm bored of the feet now."

"No, Seonghwa don't! I swear to god! No no no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hongjoong flailed desperately when Seonghwa's fingers made contact with the hollows of his armpits, practically screaming with laughter. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as his fingers fled all over the younger's torso, tickling everywhere from Hongjoong's armpits to his back, to his stomach and ribs. He even managed to sneak a raspberry on the leaders neck, resulting in a hilarious shriek tearing from his lips. Jongho himself joined in, wiggling devilish fingers all along the leaders thighs and knees. By the time they were done, Hongjoong was red in the face, tears welling in his eyes.

"Stohohohop!!! Stop, stop, plehease!! Need- ahahaha- I need a break!" The lers laughed, stopping their assault while Jongho ditched the still giggling leader onto his bed. The shorter immediately curled into foetal position, unable to remove the smile from his face. Seonghwa grinned, grabbing a soft blue shirt and throwing it onto him. He pinched the exposed side, laughing at the yell he received.

"Put that on before I attack you again."

On the other side of the dorm, Yunho and Mingi were chatting in the kitchen when an unsuspecting Yeosang came in for a glass of water. It was obvious that he'd just been practicing dancing in his room, as there was a light sweat on his brow and he was panting. One glance at each other and the two tallest knew what to do.

As the shorter reached up to grab a glass, Mingi poked him in the armpit, causing the arm to slam to his side. Yeosang glared at him, causing the taller to chuckle. He tried to reach up with the other hand, only to find Yunho had slipped to that side and repeated the same action. Yeosang huffed, reaching up once again only to be stopped once more.

"What's wrong Sangie?" Yunho asked, as Yeosang glared at the duo, "Can't you reach it?"

"Maybe try again," Mingi stated, massive grin on his face, "you can't be that short."

"Why don't you try not being a prick," the shorter grumbled, once again attempting to reach for a glass only to be poked.

Mingi gasped dramatically, "I am OFFENDED!" Tackling Yeosang to the ground, he sat on his wrists. Yunho watched in amusement as Yeosang struggled, while Mingi required little to no effort to keep him down. "Wanna apologise?"

"Sod off," Yeosang replied, still struggling, "Let me get a drink!"

"So rude!" Mingi exclaimed, "I'm hurt!" He lightly started drumming his fingers on Yeosang's ribs, watching as the elder tried to hide his developing smile. "We should punish him Yunho!"

"How?" Yunho asked, feigning innocence to Mingi's plan.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiike this!" As Mingi's fingers started drilling mercilessly into Yeosang's sides, the shorter male bucked up, instantly dissolving into belly laughter.

"Nonononono Mingi!! Fuhuhuhuck!!"

"Is that a swear word??" Yunho exclaimed. "Oh you're in for it now mister."

Yunho's long fingers made quick work of the younger's socks, and as he grabbed the boys slender ankles he could hear pleading. Smiling brightly, he started gently stroking a single finger down Yeosang's left arch, listening as the laughter went higher in pitch. As soon as 5 fingers hit the boy's soles, he screamed, laughter raising in pitch and volume as he defiantly tried to pull his feet from Yunho's grasp.

One glance at Mingi proved that he was going all out, one hand spidering in Yeosang's right armpit while the other hand flitted around, attacking his stomach and ribs and hips and neck with no discernible pattern. Yeosang's face was red with a heavy blush, eyes screwed shut. Yunho grinned, laying on the younger's legs so his chin rested on his stomach.

He left his fingers pattering softly on his thighs, not enough to tickle but enough to irritate, and as Mingi also stopped, hands rubbing at Yeosang's biceps, Yeosang finally opened his eyes, which flickered around before landing on Yunho.

"Hi!" Yunho grinned, nuzzling his chin into the smallest stomach.

"No!" Yeosang instantly said, "No no no, do not!"

As the tallers lips moved closer to his destination, Yeosang get desperate, crying out "I'll buy you food!"

Yunho instantly looked up, making eye contact with Mingi.

"Tempting." Said the rapper, before nodding at Yunho.

The man's face went straight to his target, blowing a raspberry on the younger's bellybutton, revelling in the laughter that erupted from his mouth.

"Think we'd rather hear you laugh though."

After five minutes on non-stop raspberries, Yunho heard Yeosang's breathing get laboured, so he decided to call it off. Sitting on his knees, he chuckled as Yeosang threw a hand over his eyes, smile remaining fixed in place. Mingi stood up, filling a glass with cold water and placing it next to him.

"Enjoy!"

"Asshole."

After lunch had happened, the lers messaged each other.

Seonghwa: Ok Jongho and I got Joong

Mingles: Yunho and I managed to get Sangie

Jonghooooo: so that just leaves woosan

Yunhooooo: ok, Seonghwa and I will hit San because Mingi will need you for Woo Jjong

Jonghooooo: I'll remember my ear plugs

Well, Mingi and Jongho decided to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the chance to attack Wooyoung. After 30 minutes, they weren't sure where he was, but Jongho managed to catch him in the corner of his eye, walking out of the bathroom in a towel. Clearly he had been in the shower, and as he disappeared into his and Yeosang's shared room, the duo stood up and snuck in behind him.

Wooyoung was blissfully unaware of their presence, as he pulled on a pair of briefs and loose cotton shorts. He was about to pick out a shirt when he caught sight of Mingi and Jongho in the mirror, and he yelled in shock, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Good god, you scared me to death!"

Jongho grinned, "sorry hyung, didn't mean to!"

"Then what did you mean to do?" Wooyoung pouted, returning to his search for a t-shirt.

The maknae ran and tackled him to the floor, gripping his wrists tightly.

"This!"

"Wha- Oh nohohoho Mingi! Leave me be!!!"

"Sorry, no can do!" The taller grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly above the smallers stomach. "We've nearly hit everyone today, would hate to break that streak!"

Wooyoung shrieked when Mingi's fingers made contact with his stomach, loud hyena laughter bouncing off the walls. He bucked and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the sensation, but Jongho had a tight grip on his wrists.

"THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR HYUNG, GET USED TO IT!" Jongho had to yell to be heard over the younger's hysterical laughter, but grinned wildly at Mingi, who was enjoying wrecking havoc on his dongsaengs body.

When Mingi's hands slowed, slowly crawling from his hipbones upwards, Wooyoung's giggles quietened, and he looked at Mingi with pleading eyes.

"Please don't," he begged, lightly kicking his legs, "pleaseee!"

Mingi was deaf to his pleading, and ten fingers soon found themselves in the younger's armpits. A high pitched squeal left his mouth, causing Jongho to cringe.

"Jesus, that was loud!"

"WEHEHELL, ITS YOHOHOUR DAHAMN FAHAHAHAULT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOP!"

"Nah," Mingi replied casually, moving down to tweak at his ribs again. Wooyoung would yell whenever Mingi's hands found their way back to his armpits, and after around 10 more minutes he stopped, letting Wooyoung take a breather.

As Wooyoung gulped in air, chest heaving, Mingi wriggled down his body, til he was sat on the younger's knees. By the time Wooyoung realised what he was doing, he was immobile from the waist down.

"No," he whined, "Mingi stop! Haven't you had enough??"

"Don't even try and tell me you don't enjoy this," Mingi chuckled, laughing even harder at the flush that appeared on the younger's face as he tried to deny it. "And you especially like ittttttt here!!"

Mingi's fingers started to attack the inside of Wooyoung's thighs, which immediately tensed and trembled, unable to escape. Wooyoung was shrieking, bouncing as much as he could when he was restrained from both ends. His feet drummed on the floor, and he couldn't even get any words out, just shrieking with laughter like a maniac. Jongho, starting to get bored, also started to spider his fingers along Wooyoung's tummy, revelling in pinching the slight pudge that he had. Tickling a pudgy tummy when you're in an idol group is hard, because most of them have abs, so it was rare to pass up an opportunity to tickle Wooyoung's adorable soft belly. Wooyoung's eyes started tearing up, and he shook his head from side to side, pleading when he could, although they barely sounded like words. When Jongho and Mingi finally let up, he just wheezed on the floor for a solid minute, absolutely exhausted. Jongho and Mingi sat either end of him, smiling fondly. Mingi laughed out loud when Wooyoung just fell asleep, and Jongho grinned, picking up the smaller effortlessly and dropping him on the bed.

"We didn't even get his feet, Jjong!"

Seonghwa and Yunho took a more... direct approach at finding their prey. They scoped out the entire dorm, eventually finding him in the computer room, playing a game online with his friends. They hid behind the oblivious younger, who was too busy chatting.

"Changbin, he's behind you! Get him, get him!! Oh god I'm out of bullets no no no!! Yeonjun, can you drop some for me?"

They could hear vague responses through the youngers headset, and were aching to attack, but they weren't that mean. After roughly ten minutes, the winning screen popped up, and San jumped about in his seat from excitement.

"Yes! We did i-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Yunho and Seonghwa had leapt into action, dragging him off the chair and leaving the headset nearby, so his friends would know he wasn't being murdered.

"Hyung, why did you do that?" San pouted, rubbing at his rear where he landed. Without responding, Seonghwa pounced on the youngers wrists, pinning them under his knees.

"Hyung what's happening?" The slender male asked, highly confused at the situation.

However when Yunho started moving towards his hips, his eyes went big, and he started struggling ten fold.

"No no no hyung pleaseeeeeeee don't!"

"Sorry baby, everyone else has been hit though!"

Nervous giggles left San's mouth as Yunhos fingers descended, never making contact but the teasing being unbearable. Huge squeaky laughter erupted when the fingers met his stomach, making both the elders smile due to its infectious nature.

"Awww see you've got a shirt on. That's not fair!" Yunho whined, causing San to retort, "it's plenty fair- AAAA NOHOHOHOHO!" Yunho managed to slip his fingers under the loose grey shirt, spidering his way across the youngers tummy. He pushed it up so the flat expanse of skin was easily available.

"As much as I love Yeosang, you have better reactions to this."

San couldn't ask what due to his panting, but Yunho blowing a raspberry directly on his navel was answer enough.

"OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD! YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He squealed, bucking up and trying to escape.

"Don't try to escape!" Seonghwa laughed, pulling him up by his wrists and placing them behind the elders head. Before San could move his arms down, Seonghwa quickly attacked his armpits, causing San to squeak and pull his arms down, attempting to curl up despite Yunho still blowing raspberries all over his abdomen.

"See, now I'm stuck!" Seonghwa laughed, wriggling his fingers. San shrieked, the combined sensations wrecking havoc on his body. Laughter could be heard from the headset abandoned on the floor, and San flushed even more, struggle to escape renewed. "Come on, lift up your arms! Let me out!"

"I cahahahahan't!" San giggled as Yunho stopped blowing raspberries, instead nibbling ticklishly at his prominent ribs. "Stohohohohohop!"

"Tell you what," Seonghwa bargained, "When I can pull my hands out we'll stop ok? That's all you gotta do."

"Nohohohot fahahahahair!"

"I think it's plenty fair," Yunho grinned, swirling a finger around San's tummy. "Go on Sannie!"

San tried to lift up his arms, clearly struggling but determined to do it. By the time he got halfway, Yunho blew another raspberry on his bellybutton, causing them to fly straight back down.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO YUNHO!!"

"Sorry, sorry Sannie!" He chuckled, returning his fingers to his side. He mischievously glanced at Seonghwa, "Why not try again?"

It took 8 tries for San to finally get his arms up, and true to his word Seonghwa pulled his hands out. San collapsed against Seonghwas shoulder, panting heavily.

"You good?" The eldest chuckled, wrapping his hands around his waist and lightly rubbing his tummy, like the younger enjoyed.

San huffed, grumbling out "sleepy" in a quiet voice.

Yunho chuckled, telling Seonghwa to put him to bed as he logged off the game. San's friends were laughing through the headphones as he explained why they were logging off, amused at the goings on in the dorm.

"Do you guys ever leave them alone?" Changbin teased, "That's the 8th time in two weeks!"

Yunho laughed back, saying, "What else are we supposed to do in quarantine?"

"God you guys are evil," Yeonjun chuckled, "Can't believe you tickled him so much he got sleepy."

"Ok maybe we're a little bit evil." Yunho laughed, ending the call.

Yunhooooo: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

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