#didn't see it get shot down but i saw the balloon and then i just saw the jets flying away

[itstheghostofmypast]

21.19

University AU Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: He knows when you are sleeping. He knows when you're awake - at this point, she was borderline afraid of him and his correct judgement.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None

Word Count: 838

Est.Read Time: 4 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: wow two in one day? Damn, I must be desperate.

“Am I drooling?” Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she pushed her glasses up her face, resting them on top of her head, using them to keep the hair off her face, glaring at the man on the screen. Of course, he'd do this every time she'd decide to stay in and revise - moron.

The day had begun like any other gruelling day, weekend, or not, Friday was merely just the same as Monday for her. Considering she didn't have classes tomorrow, there was only one thing she was going to do, revise, something she'd encourage him to do as well, until he'd hit her with the “I study five days a week, I can relax over the weekend.”

Sure, that's easy to say when you're Choi San, boy wonder, the golden boy, lady luck would just follow him around - not that she was any better. Point is, sometimes it came naturally to him, he may not be the smartest but he was always the most confident and well liked and on any other day she would've been giggling and giddy at the thought of him having eyes only for her, not today though.

With a scoff she swiped to the next picture, and the next, until her breath hitched at the last one, something about the closeup picture had every ounce of feminism leave her body, her eyes flickered to the caption, her face flushing at the cookie emoji, her words ringing in her ears, “You're so hot Sannie, I could bake cookies on you!”

In her defense, she was severely drunk that night, and severely tired of her pent up feelings for the man who she had been mutually pinning on for two whole semesters but was too afraid to make a move, and he was too afraid of pushing her away- until of course Choi Jongho took them out for a couple of drinks. Turns out her tolerance was worse than San's, two shots in and she was wasted, leaning against the man’s side, mumbling about how bad her day was, and then somehow ended up saying that.

She shivered at the stupid flashback, visibly cringing at the memory, to think she had just opened her account to sift through stupid reels, to relax for ten minutes, and now for the past forty minutes she had just been staring at the three pictures, as if she had not been more intimate with the man- perhaps it was true, he was hotter with clothes on, or perhaps she just needed to wash her mind with some bleach.

Scoffing at the thought, she took a shameless screenshot of each picture - no, she was not going to ask him to send these pictures to her? What to prove him right? To boost his ego? No, thank you, one should never inflate the balloon of ego man carries around with him.

She had placed the phone down and picked up a pen, but the loud ringer had her squeak like a mouse, fumbling with the pen before she picked up her phone blindly,

“H-hello!?”

“...You saw, but you didn’t like…are you playing hard to get?”

She scoffed at the audacity of this bastard, leaning against her seat, “Didn’t see anything special.”

‘Darling, if I come home and find screenshots-”

“Why are you shamelessly thirst-trapping your girlfriend anyway?” She cut him off instantly, making a mental note to delete the pictures later.

“Because she won't pay attention to me!” He whined, she could ‘hear’ his pout, especially when added in his pouty complaint, “We could be devouring this platter together- and-and then we could have had the mint-choco couple's special!”

With a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose, “And then spend the entire weekend at the gym like a dog?”

“Woof! Woof! Sounds like a date,” he snorted, pressing the phone between his ear and shoulder as he struggled with the keys, letting out a hearty laugh at her joke.

“Careful don't let Mingi hear you barking like that!”

“I'll make sure of that, now if I were you, I'd put away those horrid notes,” he mumbled closing the door behind him as he walked towards their room, ignoring her whining and complaining, one he could now hear live as well before he stood at the door frame and cleared his throat, catching her all curled up against the desk, in her swivel chair.

She turned to look at him, almost dying at the thought of an intruder then visibly relaxing at the sight of her lover, neither of the two hanging up.

“Ice-cream? And then we can cram together?” He spoke into the phone, raising the plastic bag to show her a tub of mint chocolate ice cream.

Rubbing her chin she pretended to think about his offer, only to giggle when he came stomping closer threatening to place the wet bag on her notes, earning a squeal from her, before she hugged him by the waist pulling him closer, looking up at him, with a smile, one that matched his, both staring at each other like love-sick puppies “That's not a bad offer, Mr.Choi.”

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[citruslullabies]

Yo. Prompt for Dogday

Y/N and Dogday were in love before he was turned into Dogday. (Kinda like the Rich Dogday x reader fic but not fully) this is before the hour of joy. Y/N was busy at home when all of a sudden a massive dog mascot comes into the house. Finding out that is her parted, they now have to get used to the new life(Sleeping in bed, going on outings, etc). They still madly in love, like a constant honeymoon phase-ish. This just looks weird going on dates and stuff.

Thank u

Yo yo! Of course I can do that!

Trigger warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, very short but still

Requested by: anonymous

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Category: reuniting fluff + a sprinkle of angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 688

Second Chances

The house had been empty since Rich left, leaving his spouse behind. You mourned and craved for his return and still, never moved on. You kept your wedding band on and kept his belongings in the very place he had left them, not daring to see anyone else since you were still devoted to him.

You were busy dicing onions up for dinner, making spaghetti which was one of Rich’s favorite dishes made by your loving hands. But he wasn't here to enjoy it anymore, and all you could taste when you ate it was his memory. You drowned your thoughts out with music the two of you mutually loved, listening to We’ll Meet Again as you moved onto cutting up olives.

You hadn't even heard the front door open, not heard the clicking of it shutting and the heavy yet quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. You glanced up at the window above the sink and saw your reflection, and the glimpse of some.. creature. Your eyes immediately shot wide open as you turned around in a flash and clutched the knife you had been using dearly, breathing heavily as you gulped. What even was that thing?

“Get.. get out of my house!” You managed to choke out through your lungs threatening to collapse in on you, your mind going through fight or flight. Your knuckles turned white as you clutched onto your blade and your eyes so wide that they threatened to pop out of your skull. The big orange creature slowly approached, being cautious as it spoke. “Dear-”

it tried to speak softly, trying to reassure you in some way that you didn't understand. You looked around, looking for any way to get to the home phone quickly and get this thing out. You tried to dash off into the other room, not thinking clearly as your brain felt like an over inflated balloon. The monstrous dog-like thing quickly grabbed your arm and tried to pull you close.

“(Y/n)! Please listen, darling, Angel, it's me-” it tried to say, saddened by your wide eyes and the sight of your chest picking up in speed. You didn't listen and quickly used the knife in your hand to slash his arm, causing a loud yelp to erupt from it and it to immediately cradle his arm as you ran and stumbled. You were trying to quickly call for 911 or anyone, hands shaking but you let out a choked sob when the creature carefully dragged you away from the phone and had your arms crossed over your chest, holding you close to it.

“Shh.. shh.. please, please calm down. Darling, darling it's me.. it's Rich please..” he pleaded softly, watching as you shook your head through tears and tried to squirm out of his grasp. He carefully rocked you against him and let out a shaky sigh. “Angel.. it's me.. it's just me. I'm home.” He whispered softly into your ear, tears wettening the fur on his face but not as badly compared to your face that was drowning in tears. You dry heaved a bit, gulping down the threat of throwing up from such anxiety. You didn't believe it.. it sounded like Rich, it talked with Rich, but it didn't look like Rich.

After calming you down, the large canine say with you and held your hands throughout the entire conversation - rubbing his thumbs against your palms comfortingly as he explained everything. You broke down into further sobs and flung yourself at him, crying into his chest. He rubbed your back and peppered you in kisses, humming softly to the song you two listened to on your first date in a little restaurant to ease your anxiety.

Things finally went back to how they once were, the house back to being a happy home despite the pain that echoed through it's walls despite silence for so long. The married couple happily going through each day like it was their honeymoon again, loving each other despite well.. the odd circumstances. The couple happily asleep in their bed just like they were before.

Things were finally okay again.

Thank you for requesting!

[absolutebl]

5 Oldest BLs I Want to Remember Forever

I keep getting tagged in that "oldest BL" game so I thought I'd just do my version of it.

So here are 5 of my very oldest BL screen caps and why I keep them around.

Japan's Takumi-Kun 2007

Possibly the first BL I ever saw, I don't really count it as such. That was before BL existed as a term, I got access to a bootleg version through my anime contacts way back when. (Like on a damn thumb drive.) Technically it was probably 2009 or so since it was DaiMao with fan subs. I remember not liking it all that much but understanding why others might. And then returning to my beloved yaoi. (Which did not include Takumi-kun, mind you. I did read it later. And it's just as bad as the show, if not worse.)

I keep this image for obvious reasons. I mean the kabedon is so common in Japanese romances they invented a word for it. And this is its first appearance in BL.

After that, I actually have Junjou Pure Heart from 2010 saved. A fascinating early JBL of the atmospheric style that recently reappeared legally on Gaga (if you want watch).

Korea's Just Friends 2009

Korea started off their BL journey strong. Of all the olds on this list, Just Friends is the only one I rewatch regularly. IMHO KBL still has not climbed back to the realistic queer chemistry and gritty charm of this show. It's fantastic and it's available all over the place, including on YouTube. It's like under 30 minutes too. Frankly, you have no excuse not to watch this.

This final kiss is a masterpiece. In public?! In UNIFORM?! Will we ever see something this groundbreaking from Korea again?

Thailand's Love Sick 2014

I don't know if Love Sick stands the test of time for new BL watchers. Frankly, I don't really care. (I'm certain all the het stuff around the main BL plot line does not work. So watch the BL cut if you want.) Because look, it still works for me. I still do the occasional rewatch, over ten years later!

I will never get over the earnestness of this show.

The pure unadulterated messy high school angst of our beloved boys in blue shorts. You can see how Noh and Pun shook up a nation and started an industry.

And they did it with one lost hand hold.

Iconic.

Forever.

Possibly the greatest moment in BL history.

I don't even need to say fight me on this one. You can't. Because it's the truth.

China's Like Love (2014)

I probably reference 2016's Addicted and Irresistible Love more often but Like Love still has a place in my heart. This still is from when it up on YouTube before the 2016 crack down. Honestly? It's worth a watch if you can find it, as it is pretty typical of early CBL before said crack down. Just imagine what this kind of BL industry would have developed into without censorship.

I keep this particular still because it jogs my memory so quickly over the leads, their styles and personalities. This show hald many of China's favorite BL tropes rich/poor, jock/nerd, and a touch of whipping boy. Its legacy is HIStory Obsessed, 100%.

Taiwan's Faded (2017)

I keep a few others from Taiwan's 2017 roster like HIStory Obsessed and Red Balloon but Faded is the important one to me. Faded is a pro-marriage equality propaganda short and it is worth tracking down. It is an ICONIC piece that uses BL for queer advocacy of the kind that helped Taiwan become the first Asian country to legalize same sex marriage.

Why this shot? Look, the forehead kiss is so much a marker not just of romance but of a shift from romance as hidden, private, and sexual to romance as family unit and legal entity. A forehead kiss eludes to something sacred (the head is to be bowed, blessed, and so forth) and is enmeshed (in many Asian cultures) with elements of familial piety, class loyalty, and religious obedience. This image is emblematic of the move of queerness from a private hidden (disregarded) sphere and into public discourse and political advocacy .

Well, goodness I had a lot to say about that, didn't I?

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[iamatinydinosaur]

🌲John Dory🌲

First Encounter

It wasnt any normal day. Today was Bridget and Gristle's wedding. You and Poppy were super pumped for this. The two of you have been helping Bridget plan her big day for a month. You flew into Bridget's room with the younger pink troll. "Bridget how you feeling?!" Poppy shouted jumping up and down. You smiled smoothing out your dress.

"I'm so excited! I can finally marry the man I love!" The Troll and Bergen giggled together. You smiled sadly. You're so happy for the two of them finding two people they can love unconditionally. However, you've been feeling empty. It just felt embarrassing. You're 34 and still aren't even close to settling down. "Anyway let's sort out your dress!" You shouted clapping your hands together.

The next 30 minutes was trying different dress styles out that Satin and Chenille put together. You and Poppy cringed at every dress. You sat down on Bridget's bed. "Why won't anything work?" Bridget muttered feeling discouraged. You were about to answer when Poppy squealed making you yelp and fall off the bed. "Satin! Chenille! Follow me! We need balloons." Poppy ran out of the room with the two joined trolls following after her. "While they're gone let me do your hair and fix your veil." You smiled at the Bergen, jumping on her shoulder. "Thanks Y/N." Bridget smiled up at you as you got to work.

Time skip

You stood with Poppy and Branch watching Bridget float down in her balloon wedding dress. When you saw it you hid your cringing since Bridget loved it so much, also you knew Gristle would love it. You watched Poppy run over complementing the bergen before popping the dress, revealing the white version of the outfit she first wore on hers and Gristle's first date. You liked this outfit better. You looked over at Poppy hugging Branch's arm watching the ceremony. (The fact RuPaul plays the priest Miss Maxine make love the movie even more!!)

"Stop the wedding!" Everyone jumped turning around seeing a troll jump down. You squinted at the trolls, the sunlight blocking your vision. He jumped down. You eyes widen. That John Dory from Brozone. When they were first a thing you had a massive crush on him. "Sorry for the interruption I'm just looking for a troll called- Baby Branch!" John ran over. You watched the interaction unfold with Poppy. You could tell she was starting to get protective of her boyfriend. When John smacked him on his 'Junk in the trunk' you couldn't help but snicker, earning a glare from Branch. You were too busy making fun of Branch and him having a go at you to that you didn't John staring at you with a slight blush.

You turned back around as John started to explain that Floyd was taken hostage by Velvet and Vaneer. Poppy and Branch decided to go along. "Y/N come with us." Poppy asked taking your hands. "Huh, I shouldn't. I don't want to get in the way." You said looking at the two brothers. "The more the merrier and we need all the help we need." John said smiling. You bit your lip weighing out the pro and cons. "Okay." You said smiling back at him.

"Excuse me, I don't want to wait any longer to get married to the love of my life!" Gristle exclaimed taking Bridget's hand in his. She smiled as a chorus of "aws" could be heard. You all watched as Miss Maxine pronounced them Husband and Wife. You watched as Bridget pounced on Gristle kissing him. You watched with Poppy smiling widely, watching your friend finally get married.

You all bid farewell to everyone setting off to find the other members of Brozone and to save Floyd.

A/N: I haven't written in years damn. I hope you like the first one shot. Especially if you're an John Dory lover.

@pendephoebe

[gyuwoncheol]

Stay

Pair: Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: loss of a loved one

Summary: Joshua’s nightmares are suddenly better than his reality

Warnings: pain, sadness, nightmares, mentions of physical illness and death— Please don’t read if these things trigger you. Your mental health is most important! (No, Joshua does not die.)

WC: 1.5k

Author’s Note: this was so painful to write but also oddly healing after. Special shout out to darling Lina @seokminkisser for reading through this and assuring me I still made sense 💛 THANK YOU!

“Hey, I'll be okay.” Joshua heard you call out faintly before he shot up from the bed, startled, out of breath and a cold sweat breaking on his forehead and back.

He looked at your empty side of the bed and he shuddered in fear before tears began to prickle his eyes

“Baby?” You cooed very softly from the love seat that was positioned right by the window in your bedroom. Joshua blinked once to clear his vision from the tears that threatened, then twice to refocus his gaze. By then you had already stood up from where you’d been adoring the moon that peeked on your window to make your way to the bed.

The way your cold hand cupped his very warm cheek had him feeling a chill down his spine, his eyes stared blankly at yours despite the very dim glow of the moon and the nightlight in your bedroom.

“Another one of your nightmares?” You asked

Joshua was still shaking, his brain still trying to wrap around everything, you saw his lips tremble, his eyes getting glossy again. You let your free hand grip his right one, squeezing gently like you do when you tell him you love him.“I’m here, hun. It’s okay.”

You didn’t bother asking him what he dreamt of, you already knew what it was about. He had it all the time, a recurring nightmare where he loses you. It always started the same way: him running into your hospital room as you gave him a smile full of love. It's weak, but it still reaches your eyes. And he always brought flowers, the most colorful ones he'd see in the shop. It was his way to brighten those 4 walls that always smelled of alcohol and sterilized devices. But his flowers weren't actually the only pop of color in the otherwise very bleak, very white room. You still had your multitude of bright metallic balloons, a handful of stuffed toys, and of course, all the get well soon messages written in very colorful papers that your boyfriend stuck on the wall, some even had glitters. Even though he was the ‘hobbyist’ in his group of friends, it actually really surprised him just how artsy those group of very rowdy, very loud and very tall boys got. Unfortunately for the both of you, despite the rainbow presence everyone tried to bring in, the fact remained the same: you were losing color as you laid in that gurney. He should've gotten used to the image of you with all those machines hooked on your frail body, it had been your 3rd month there anyway. 

In soite of having dreamt this almost every night, and he means every. single. night., he still can't remember the part where it all takes a bitter turn for the worst. One moment he's fixing up your blanket, and then the scene completely jumps to you convulsing and then every single machine starts to beep an abnormal amount. He'll literally see you gasping for air and then in the blank of an eye, he sees you take your last deep breath before the notorious green line on the screen completely flattens. 

Tonight though felt oddly different, not at all like any of his past nightmares. You didn't die. In fact, it was the first one he had where you spoke to him, telling him you'd be alright. He should be happy, right? First nightmare that actually had a good ending? But he wasn't. He weirdly wasn't. So maybe he did get used to his nightmares, because why was this infinitely weirder than all the others that had you dying. 

"Josh?" you called to him again.

Did he really just hear you? So you really didn't die this time? Now it was just all feeling like a fever dream to him. He thinks he felt you brush his hair away from his face, a very gentle gaze in your eyes as you looked at him like he was so fragile. You wish you could change his nightmares, wish he never had it to begin with. But alas, there's only so much you can control. You saw how he shuddered in his sleep, grunting and wincing in pain as he battled his subconscious. You tried to shake him awake, call his name repetitively but neither one worked. So you waited, wide awake— not that you could sleep anyway— knowing he'd eventually startle himself awake. 

Your thumb continuously caressed his cheek, hoping it would help him snap out of his daze and bring him back to you. "Baby, I'm still here. Breathe," you coaxed slowly as you saw him close his eyes shut, as if willing himself to listen to your voice. To your dismay, you only saw his lashes get wet before a stream of tears finally flowed down his cheeks. The blanket that was initially strewn when he woke up had now found its way clung tightly to his chest. You felt at a loss with what to do, you just wanted to comfort him, wanted him to know you were there for him. You just wanted him to feel you. 

Joshua sobbed quietly, his dream still ingrained in his brain. The words you spoke repetitively rang in his ears, much louder than the ones you were actually trying to say as you desperately tried to hold his body against you. 

"Josh, please stop worrying." You repeated a couple of times, increasingly getting more concerned that this particular nightmare had shaken him so much.

It wasn't til after a more violent sob that he finally sat a little straighter and a little bit more composed. You saw him wipe his cheeks hurriedly and you couldn't help but envelope him in a tight embrace, one that had him both feeling a comforting warmth and a sudden chill through his spine. 

"I..." he started, clearing his throat momentarily, "I know you're here." The last word faltered as his lips trembled. "I can feel you." He was looking at your side of the bed and god, did you wish he could actually see you cause you are there. You're staring right at him. You needed him to see you because you actually look like how you did when he fell in love with you three years ago in that bookstore. Your cheeks now had color, your hair wasn’t flat, and your normal weight was on. You looked nothing like the skin and bones that you were in that hospital bed in your last three months on earth. If anything, you looked most alive now.

"Why'd you say that in my dream tonight?" Joshua blinked away tears as he continued, "Y-you n-never say you're okay. You never say anything at all. Why are you suddenly okay?" He frustrated. It was your turn to close your eyes, not wanting to see how pained your boyfriend felt. He had that same look he had on that fated day seven weeks ago when the doctors all but confirmed to him his most dreaded news. "Is... Is this…” he paused to inhale deeply, “do I need to let you g-go? Because you'll be okay?"

Your passing had not been easy on him. Even though you were constantly in and out of the hospital and finally resided there in your last few months, he had always held out hope that one day you'd both still happily go home happy and healthy. Ever since you left, he's looked for you day and night, but Joshua only ever saw you in his dreams. And even though he'd see that line go flat every night, he braved through all of them if it meant he could see you.

But tonight, when the all too familiar plot suddenly changed, he feared the worst. He had always worried about you, that you didn't get to live life to the fullest. You both still had that planned trip to Italy after all. He felt you had regrets, worried that you had gone too soon for your own liking. So when he heard you say, "I'm okay," tonight, he was both comforted and scared. Comforted that his worries were wrong, but so incredibly terrified your presence would now be fully gone. That's how it worked, right? Joshua thought. Most souls stayed around because they had regrets, had unfinished business earthside, but when they've finished those and have found their peace with those they’ve left, they’re finally able to cross over to the place where all good things nice and happy exist. Right?

You saw him reach out to your bedside table, picking up the small picture frame of you. His hands ran though your image, the overwhelming feeling of pain and sadness and longing just crushing every bit of his broken heart to even tinier pieces. You did your best to wipe away his tears even though it really wouldn't work, but it was all you could attempt to do. "i love you," you whispered so desperately, a hand on top of his.

"Please don't go." Joshua's voice cracked,  "Cause you might be okay, but I never will be."

a/n: i apologize for any pain caused. Pls don’t hate me. Reblogs are deeply appreciated and my inbox is always open for feedback/chat! 🤍

[monochromaticbeans]

🎶The Jazz Singer

Madarame Shion, once a leader of Black Dragon and a Heavenly King of Tenjiku, is part of Bonten. Sent by Sanzu to meet with a potential contractor at a jazz bar, he's shaken by a face from the past. (Shion doesn't get as much love and attention, and he's a pretty cool character. He was fun to write!)

Shion hated meeting with ‘clients’ in places like this. Sure, it was all fancy and expensive, but it was also full of pricks who were full of themselves. Sitting around, kissing each other's asses, might as well be measuring dicks while they're at it. Complete bullshit. He was already bored as hell.

Which is probably why Sanzu sent him here. To mess with him, knowing how much it would get under his skin. He could practically hear that pink-haired bastard laughing right now, and he chased down the thought with a healthy swig of his drink.

He held up his empty tumbler, gesturing for a refill. As the attendant quickly sat a fresh drink down on the table, a short man in a tuxedo dragged an upright bass twice his size onto the stage. Shion barely paid any attention, all but ignoring the deep, jazzy notes hanging lazily in the air like half-deflated helium balloons, and not even seeing the woman step out onto the stage.

As her voice joined the bassline, Shion tipped his drink up to his lips, glancing up at her over the rim of the glass. Her black satin dress hugged her curves perfectly—and in all the right places—as she swayed her hips to the beat.

“You give me fever…”

Her smoky, almost husky, voice brushed his ears like a seductive caress.

“When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight.”

His gaze slowly rose from her hips to her face. “What… No fucking way,” he whispered. Disbelief gave way as recognition crept in and his glass nearly slipped out of his hand. His vision tunneled, zeroing in on her.

He hadn't seen her since before he got tossed into jail after Toman defeated Tenjiku, well over ten years ago. His mouth ran dry and his pulse thundered in his ears, almost on beat with the music.

“I light up when you call my name

And you know I'm gonna treat you right.”

Her name. Misaki. The soft-spoken girl who, for some inexplicable reason, always smiled at him. Always helped him with math homework. Brought a batch of homemade cookies to him on his birthday. Dragged him up to the roof of their apartment building to watch the lunar eclipse. Tolerated his obnoxious ass.

She managed to turn the leader of Black Dragon and a Heavenly King of Tenjiku, into a blushing, bumbling mess whenever she was around. And then, one day, she vanished. Her family moved away while he was locked up and he never saw her again.

Now, here she was. On the stage, stunningly gorgeous, looking and sounding like she stepped out of an old movie in full Technicolor. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

“Fever, ‘til you sizzle

What a lovely way to burn.”

A familiar heat rose in his face and the collar of his shirt felt impossibly tight. He reached his finger up to loosen his tie and open the top button, and his elbow bumped into his glass. Half of his drink sloshed out onto the table. “Shit–”

“You alright, Madarame?” one of his cohorts asked with a raised eyebrow.

Shion responded with a half-hearted scowl, quickly mopping up the spilled whiskey with a napkin before his gaze returned to Misaki.

“Looks like he's got it bad.” Another of his guys chuckled, putting two and two together after following Shion’s line of sight. “She is pretty hot, huh?”

“Fuck off,” Shion shot back in a harsh whisper, unwilling to disturb Misaki’s performance. The brass knuckles he always kept in his pocket were just itching to connect with someone's face if they didn't shut the hell up.

“Hey, lighten up, man,” the guy held his hands up in mock surrender. “You don't gotta be defensive about it. You're not the only one that wants to bend her over and–”

“I said, fuck off,” Shion growled, fists clenched. “Quit undressing her with your beady eyes. Fucking pervert.”

Uncomfortable glances were exchanged around the table and throats were cleared. Nobody said a word through the rest of the set while Shion's gaze stayed fixed on the songstress, completely entranced.

After singing a few more old jazz standards, Misaki thanked the audience and praised them as ‘the best’ before blowing a kiss and sashaying off the stage.

Shion blinked several times after she disappeared behind the velvet curtain. He grabbed his drink and tossed it back all at once before setting the glass down a bit harder than necessary. Drawing in a deep breath, he rose to his feet and made a beeline to the door marked “Staff Only.”

No one stopped him or stood in his way. Not with that Bonten hanafuda card tattoo on the side of his neck and a look of determination on his face. Only a complete idiot would dare to question his presence, and then the idiot would get a swift introduction to his brass knuckles.

Shion stopped in his tracks when the sound of a melodic laugh echoed down the hallway. Misaki. His heart pounded and he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

Would she remember him? What if she didn't? Even worse, what if she did remember but didn't want to see him? Panic crept into his chest and he took a step backwards, followed by another, and another. Just as he turned to backtrack and bolt, she walked around the corner.

Time slowed down, just like it did in the movies when the beautiful love interest appeared in the scene. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, the satin of her dress swished softly as she moved, her smile as radiant as the sun. And then her eyes met his.

Misaki's steps faltered for a moment. The man in front of her, it couldn't be… Could it? That tattoo, reaching from his neck to his temple, stretching across the shaved side of his head. Blonde hair, a little longer than she last saw, falling to the side.

“Shion?” she asked hesitantly, as if she still wasn't quite sure. Even though she knew she was.

“M-Misaki?” If he were ever to go into cardiac arrest ever in his life, it would be right now.

Silence hung in the air between them. Misaki stood in stocking feet, her stilettos in her hand. She hadn't seen or heard from him in over a decade. Honestly, she didn't expect to see him again, ever.

“So, uh…” Shion's mind went blank and he swallowed hard. “Fancy seeing you here. Singing and all. That's… cool.”

Misaki's eyebrow raised in amusement. “It's cool?”

“Yeah. And you're… you know, good at it.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to appear nonchalant. But mostly because he didn't know what to do with them.

The corner of Misaki's lips quirked upward with a hint of a smile as Shion tried to casually lean against the wall that wasn’t as close as he thought it to be. His eyes widened as he stumbled a bit before his shoulder impacted the wall with a muffled thud.

Some things never change.

“What are you doing here, Shion?”

“Oh, just, uh… business stuff,” he said with a light shrug, playing off his failed attempt at being smooth. “Important business plans. Nothing illegal. Not too illegal.”

Misaki gave him a knowing look. “Plans, huh? Since when do you ever come up with plans?”

He'd seen that look a hundred times, and it still had the same effect on him that it always did. She'd call him out on some bullshit, give him that expression, and part of his brain would melt.

“Hey, I make plans. I'm very… planful.” He winced, mentally kicking himself. “That's not a real word, is it?”

She chuckled softly. “No.”

Shion looked away, unable to meet her eyes. He was going down in flames, and probably about to hit the bottom at any moment now.

“Come with me for a second,” Misaki said softly, seeing his frustration with himself. “If you have a minute.”

Of course he had a minute. He had all the minutes in the world for her. He followed her to her dressing room, hesitating to step in.

“Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the armchair in the corner. She placed her stilettos on a rack beside several other pairs. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing him still standing awkwardly in the doorway, she chuckled softly. “Nothing in here is going to bite you. Just sit.”

Shion took a seat as she disappeared behind a privacy screen. A second later, one of her stockings appeared, hanging over the top edge of the screen.

“So, talk to me,” she said in a light tone, tossing her other stocking over to hang next to the first. “What have you been up to?”

Heat crept across his face at the sight of her stockings, turning his ears a bright crimson to match his cheeks. She isn't undressing back there, is she? His question was answered by the sound of the zipper on her dress and the rustling of satin.

His chest tightened with a mixture of trepidation and guilty excitement. He wouldn't dream of peeking, but that didn't stop images from appearing in his mind's eye. It wasn't like he meant to think about it—it just happened. But he also wasn't trying very hard to not think about it.

“Shion? You still there?” she asked from behind the screen, hanging the dress over the top edge beside the stockings.

The blush started to fade as his blood had begun to drain elsewhere. And he'd momentarily forgotten to breathe. When he responded, it sounded more like a wheeze than it did speech. “Yeah…”

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, making a quick adjustment to hide his rising ambition just before Misaki emerged from behind the screen.

She'd traded her dress for a soft, grey sweater and black leggings, but she still looked just as beautiful to him. Hell, she could wear a burlap rice sack and he'd think she's a goddess. As long as nothing took away that smile she always gave him, he'd be happy.

“So…” She smiled that exact smile, slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes. “Want to go grab a drink and catch up?”

***

Shion's guys, still sitting around the table, still running their fat mouths, spied their boss wearing a big dumb grin, walking over to the bar with Misaki on his arm. Well, maybe walking wasn't the most accurate description. More like trying not to trip over his own feet.

“Holy shit, is that the singer?” one of them asked, eyes wide in disbelief. “How the hell’d he manage to bag someone like her?”

The honest truth was even Shion himself didn't know. But what he did know, what he was absolutely certain of, was that he would do anything—whatever it took—to keep her smiling.

[medical2pickles]

I just had the weirdest dream about team fortress 2. I don't play it, but I go by the comics and just what the fans give and yadayada ; so the dream didn't take place on one of the maps or was accurate to how you played.

The blu team was getting taken and put on red, so medic escaped and started running away. (This started at my house, and he was running away from it, so It took place in the area I live in.)

In an alleyway, he met the Blu soldier who was also running away. They ran to a big road and saw the Blu spy and sniper on a motorcycle. The spy had the mask he had on at the end of emesis blue. they both were trying to find them to swap them to RED.

After seeing them, they somehow got a motorcycle each and drove off. Spy and snipers bike was faster than theirs so they both agreed that they'd trick them instead, and swerve away ect.

Okay so medic and soldier were absolute idiots and started bumping into each other trying to make eachother fall because it was funny. Medic got thrown off the motorcycle and into the grass near some trees, and soldiers quickly followed. Spy and sniper saw them and quickly went to them.

By the time medic got up spy was already at medic, and since soldier looked dead and wasn't moving he tried to buy time and distract spy. Sniper went over to soldier. Medic and spy turned around and by the time he turned back, 'sniper' was back with them, soldier still lying face down on the grass. (Turns out it wasn't only spy who could disguise. While their backs were turned, soldier woke from pretending to be dead and knocked out sniper. He swapped their appearances and when 'sniper' insisted hed take medic back, they got on the bike and just...sped off.

As soon as that happened, soldier taunted spy and switched back to soldier as he was riding away with medic, and obviously medic was in shock. After all that, soldier looked back at the road and realized there were some train tracks or something being built.

(now this is where it gets weird and doesn't make sense at all so just bare with me here)

They ditched the bike, and they were now flying kinda, and soldier quickly landed on someones shoulders. This person was watching the new train track things in action, standing close against the wall. Soldier was terrified because there were gaps in between each plank of wood went down endlessly, and the spaces were pretty wide, wide enough to fall down.

Oh no. Wall. I'm not joking when a concrete wall instead of a train started coming down. Since soldier was really high up, on someones shoulders, the wall took him and he held on to a balloon or something?? And floated up. He had to drop now or hed just keep floating up, so he let go. Guess who he finally found as he grabbed on to someones lab coat, a guy who was holding onto a 20 story car park. Medic 😦.

So they uh, somehow floated down until 2 stories and dropped down.

Meanwhile, a random camp counselor woman and some kids were stuck in a shed. She kicked the door until she got out, and the first thing she saw was just blood behind a table. Keeping the kids in the shed, she went over to it.

(this was in the car park, where soldier stood landed behind a table.)

She screamed so loud, because there was a really blooded dead body, supposedly soldier based on she shoes. It was the only recognizable thing on this guy.

Then, my dream cuts to the wall next to her, which was medic and soldier. Medic was FLABBERGASTED while soldier was trying to explain in a whisper.

He explained that after they landed and medic left for a bit, spy found him and shot at him, but missed. that scared soldier and grabbed a fork that was on the table, and stabbed him repeatedly. Until he was unrecognizable. He then swapped their shoes, and hid, so that whoever saw the body thought it was soldier.

Anyway my dreams are super weird, but it felt like a movie to me. I was sad that medic wasn't the main one in it though 😞.

[nomoreusername]

Balloons (Modern AU)

Pairing:Sonya x female reader

Summary:When you wake up on your birthday you see just how Sonya decorated the house for you.

I was admittedly a late sleeper, which is the exact opposite of Sonya. I swear my girl gets up at the crack of dawn. I have no idea how, but kudos to her I guess. Me personally, I would hate myself if I did that.

I love her though so she can do whatever she wants. After all, I'll be with her around nine or ten on weekends. I see her whenever I get home on weekdays so It's not as if we never spend time together.

I am the night owl. That means on her birthday I set up everything at night. She is not so she sets everything up when I'm dead asleep. I guess that means it's actually a good thing.

Like usual, I only awoke when the sun became too bright for the blankets to block. Even then though, I had to stare at the ceiling for a little bit. Only when I finished this incredibly important routine did I get out of bed and stretch.

Walking out the door, I was immediately met by a pair of arms around me. Hugging back, I just asked how she knew that I was up.

"I've been waiting here,"She casually told me.

"You didn't have to,"I sighed.

"Well, I did. Besides, I had a book while waiting for you to open your eyes and just lay there."

"How'd you know?"

"Because I know everything about you. Now come downstairs. I've got something for you."

"You didn't have-"

"Shush, and let me spoil my girl. You act like I don't do this every year,"She sighed, picking me up bridal style and carrying me down the stairs. Not for any real reason. Just because she's extra.

"Yeah? Well, you act like I don't say you don't have to every year,"I shot back, wrapping my arms around her.

"Yeah. I don't know why,"She sighed, getting to the bottom floor and putting me on my feet. Glancing around, I saw balloons of every color covering every inch of the house.

"Sonya, this must have taken forever,"I pointed out, finding the ability to speak.

"Just a few hours."

"Aww,"I gushed, throwing my arms around her. She laughed before hugging back. "You're my absolute angel. I don't even know why you do all these precious things,"I sighed, pressing little kisses to her neck before pulling back.

"Because you always look like that."

"Like what?"

Cupping my cheeks, she brushed her lips against mine before pulling apart while keeping her forehead against mine.

"Like you'll love me forever."

"Sonya, I would love you even if you had nothing to give. I will in fact love you forever and ever, no matter what happens,"I promised.

"My sweet angel,"She whispered, grabbing my hand and spinning me around with all the balloons moving around us with each step. Wrapping my arms around her again, I wore the widest smile that anyone ever had.

"Happy birthday, love. Happy birthday."

"It is, Sonya. It is, but only because I'm spending it with you."

[mantisfriendd]

THOUGHTS ON THE FNAF MOVIE

Take everything I say here, positive or negative with a grain of salt, because I'm a massive fan of the FNAF series, like embarrassing so.

Should go without saying but SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE AHEAD

THE GOOD

The sets and the animatronics, both in costume form and in robot form look absolutely fantastic, there is no doubting that, Jim Henson's and everyone else who worked on the sets and costumes did great.

While you might consider some of the acting cheesey, I think everyone knocked it out of the park on their given roles, including the YouTuber cameos, there's no denying everyone here LOVED filming this movie. Josh Hutcherson really nailed the subtle emotional beats of Mike as he's trying to grapple with both the mysterys of Freddy's and learn the identity of his brother's kidnapper. I also particularly love the moments where we are reminded that even though Mike is Abby 's caretaker, they are still very much siblings, the moment Mike carries her back to her room over his shoulder is a perfect example.

While all the actors absolutely killed it at their roles Piper Rubio as Abby was an absolute joy, both the writing and her performance brought so much humor and levity to what could have been a very dark film if they wanted it to go that way

Speaking of that darkness, Matthew Lillard absolutely shreds in his role as William Afton, he steals the spotlight in every single scene he is in. The problem with him is he only appears in like 3 scenes! pretty long scenes granted, but I was really hoping to see more of him, in either the Steve Raglan persona or as the unmasked William Afton. I suppose there's room for that in FNAF 2.

The shots are all incredibly lovingly crafted, it feels like much thought and care was put into every camera turn, and lighting choice.

This movie is armed to THE TEETH in Easter eggs, I remember when I saw Mike holding a book labeled "Dream Theory" and I felt myself taking psychic damage, especially as that book becomes vital to a main plot point later, I just know Scott was grinning knowing the reaction people were going to have to that.

While all the films jokes didn't land, quite a few of them got a chorus of laughs from both me and the general movie audience in my theater, Abby in particular gave a lot of fun moments that got consistent chuckles out of me, and in my experience at least, was one of the most accurate depictions of a young child I've seen in media.

THE MEH

While FNAF has almost always has humorous moments, especially the later into the franchise we get, I feel like this movie stays in the silly zone for longer then I'd like, espicallly for a movie about FNAF 1, a game with very little humor in it, say for the infamous Rule 4.

The movie, simply put, isn't scary, the only thing that got me even a bit was the balloon boy figure jumpscares (something about the joke jumpscares are always hit the hardest, talking to you Mapbot!) Although I will say the occasional brutal or gorey scenes did occasionally stun the people in my audience into silence (even if Max getting bit in half was a bit cartoony)

The film itself, despite going the required five nights, did feel a bit stunted, it felt like it could have gone on for another 30 minutes, the climax does feel a bit rushed, with Afton going down without much of a fight after Abby turns the animatronics on him, but the final confrontation with Afton does have a very palpable sense of tension as everyone fights to keep Afton away from Abby

While Elizabeth Lail plays her role very well, Vanessa 's role in the story is a bit muddled. In my predictions for the film I said that unlike most people, I didn't think Vanessa would be a twist villian, and I was right on the technicality that the movie never tells us she was on Afton's side until AFTER she double crosses him. The only way a character like this works is if she actually gets to betray the protagonist first before having a chance of heart. The closest Vanessa gets to doing that is threatening Mike very awkwardly. I'll chock this up to the screenplay giving her awkward phrasing but little things like her saying she will "shoot Mike if he ever brings Abby back" and that the guy who killed a bunch of kids is a "Bad, cruel man" really take the seriousness out of a scene, none of this being Elizabeth's fault of course.

The absolute dedication to using as little CGI as possible is impressive and works pretty well most of the time but you can see some of the cracks where the physical costumes and robots fall short of what the script demands. I think in a potential fnaf 2 considering some CGI for some shots, sparingly of course would help with the unintentional goofyness. The shot that really jumps out the most as not looking the greatest is Foxy running at the camera, they did a lot to try and hide it but it's very clear he is just being pushed on a little cart or something. that of course is because Foxy is the only animatronic who only has a puppet, and not a human in a costume as well, cuz he just too skinny.

THE LOOOOOOREEE IMPLICATIONS

The biggest fallout I can imagine from this film for the game lore, is the dream world interactions. I'm all for writing this off as movie lore only, but given how the community is open to taking concepts from the books and applying them to the game universe I don't see why this one should be considered any different. I don't know what, if anything that effects but I can't imagine it doesn't do nothing to the game lore.

The other heavy lore effecting thing, is possibly the Ella (baby?) springlock suit in the backroom. I don't know what that means for the lore, but it certainly means something?

Overall I very much enjoyed this film, and I'm going to see it again in theaters. I really think that if Scott and Blumhouse can iron out the rough edges for a sequel, we can have some real horror gold on our hands.

[andersonpress]

If you have ever contemplated hurting yourself, read this.

Originally written March 1, 2019

I hated myself for a long time. Let me be clear - you can hate yourself and also be highly functioning. I functioned under the veil of uber positivity as my way of deflecting from my problems. You don't need to think about your own problems when you are too busy helping everyone with theirs. I had always felt this way, since I was a child. I knew I was special in some way, but isn't everyone? Being highly functioning with depression just means your problems are bound to catch up with you later. 

2015 was my senior year in high school. The absolute worst year of my life. My school environment was soul-crushing and suffocating. I had been rejected, waitlisted, or outright ignored by all seven of the institutions I applied to. I was number 143 out of 176 students for my GPA rank. My breasts, stomach, arms, and thighs were ballooning faster than I could keep up with. Everyone around me was doing so goddamn well. I grew tired of hearing my classmates say things like, "You went through all of this for nothing." I knew how fucking stupid I was, I have eyes I can see my big ass, and I knew that I was supposed to be going to some amazing college where my dreams were going to be fulfilled like everyone else. I began every morning by telling myself, "This is the best you will get. Get used to it." 

I was thoroughly convinced that I had reached my potential. If you can't do high school work, how can you do college work? I didn't have any technical skills I could make a career out of, and I had my heart set on medical school just to have that idea shot down by every single person who went to my medical professions based school. There was no way to become prettier, be smart, or learn something other than talking and eating. While my friends saw the sky as the limit, I saw my limit at my feet. Stuck. Under the concrete. No where to grow and no way out. My school environment was life sucking and suffocating; family life full of chaos; and my future was nonexistent. 

I attempted to kill myself six times in 2015. All attempts with medication, sitting in my tub, the night before school. As I took random pills, I imagined my mother finding me, screaming and shaking me awake. I remember how content I felt knowing that I wouldn't open my eyes. I can finally feel as dead as I felt while I was alive. But it never fucking worked. Every attempt, I would wake the fuck up. Another realization hit me - I can't do anything right. 

I went to UTSA thinking "fuck it". Let me go somewhere where no one knows how big of a failure I am so I can lie to them and have them think I'm the shit. Acting like I was the shit soon had me actually thinking I was the shit. For spurts of time, not very long. Each spurt of confidence brought new lessons, that I use now to keep myself afloat. I had to remind myself that nothing lasts forever. Good or bad change is inevitable and its best to not take life so seriously. I learned to try new things because when I get stuck in a box, it is hard to get myself out. I learned to keep a tight circle of people who actually care about me close. I learned that every person is born with potential that may or may not be cultivated depending on their environments and you have to actively worked against all that bullshit in your environment to be able to see who you can be. 

Ugh. Look at me. I am literally crying on to my laptop. This took so much. I have never seen myself as intelligent, and I am going to be the first in my family to receive a PhD. My high school teacher told me my writing was "the worst I've seen" and I have won over twenty awards for my writing. I never knew that beauty could come in so many forms and how much I could like looking in a mirror. I have won over $30,000 and counting in scholarships, have mentored countless students to see their potential, and was accepted in all five of my PhD programs with full funding. I never took pictures like this because I felt like I didn't deserve it; but I know now that I do. 

I saw my life as that tub I continuously tried to kill myself in. Small, confined, a clear beginning and end with walls all around me. Now, the sky isn't my limit - I am limitless. When I am depressed, I create. I create to connect and to try and convince others that their lives don't belong in a tub. They belong in the world. My story is important, and so is yours. I wish I could go back to 2015, and tell myself that I love her. She is so strong. She can do anything. Stand up for yourself and others and never stop. Lead with love in your heart, and remember empathy; the world will lose it soon. And lastly, stop listening to what others think of you Taylor. Write your own story, it's a best-seller. 

[respectfulrebel]

You can’t just keep creating the best Noahs out there and making me fall in love with all of them 😭😭😭

This chapter truly had everything and made me go from 😳🫠 to 😤🤬 to 🥺🥰 and I’m gonna spam you with my favourite lines now cause you asked for it 😅

He slowly put his hands under your t-shirt, teasing your skin and testing if you'll let him. He moved them up your sides until he reached your breasts and took them both in his hands. You disconnected your lips and took a deep breath, not expecting this kind of touch. In your office. With an unlocked door. Oh god.

ALREADY???? Okayyyy 🫠🫠🫠 fucking hot btw

"By the way, you're dirty too." he winked at you and left your office.

🤭🤭🤭

"Because I want to introduce her to her future daughter in law."

Aww 🥺

"Did you just compare me to a dog?" he laughed but mimicked her actions and let his eyes read over the menu.

🤭 he is kinda like a puppy tbf

You felt Noah's hand move your hair on the side where you didn't hold your phone to your ear and soon his hand was replaced with his lips.

🫠 little tease

"Are you crazy?" you turned around in your chair to face Noah who was smiling back at you.

"You liked it." he knew you did.

🤭🤭🤭🤭

"Okay. But can I still kiss you?" he was teasing you at this point.

Why is he so cute 🥺

"Okay minions, get ready, the tour starts in 5 minutes!" you heard Noah's voice and after a few more steps you saw him standing next to the ladder.

He will be such a good dad 😭😭😭

You noticed a balloon in the shape of a firetruck around him and your eyes followed the string only to find out that Noah had it tied around his belt.

I saw that picture you posted of the balloon a while ago and I knew it was related to this but now I know the context and that’s so cute 😭

Half an hour later Noah slid down the big pole and you heard all of the tiny voices go "Woow!" from the hole that connected the main floor with the first floor.

Now I wanna see that too 🫠

And your heart was melting at that sight. Seeing Noah in his uniform with a small kid sitting in his lap was something you didn't expect to see today.

Omg 🥹

"Plans. With. Who?" he made dramatic pauses between each word.

I love how playful he issssssss 😭😭😭

"Will you be mad if I sleep with one of them?" you had to laugh at her face when she saw the group of big men sitting around one big table. "Not hotshot of course."

That whole scene gave major romcom vibes and I love it 😂🤭

"I can't let you sit here by yourself, kitten."

Eww get lost 😤

"So, we're gonna leave now. If you want to get her a drink so badly I'm sure you won't mind paying for their tab."

We love a protective boy 🥰

"Noah." he heard the uncertainty in your voice and dropped to his knees. Your eyes shot open, "What are you doing?"

"Begging." he chuckled back at you.

"Get up."

"No."

"Noah."

"Tess."

Fray boy Noah has some serious competition 😩 God, why is he so perfect 😭

Your hands grazed the skin of his thighs and your lips kissed the soft skin of his tummy. You wanted to tease him longer, but your need to touch him was stronger.

🫠🫠🫠

You heard him take a sharp breath and mumble something like "Fucking tease." when you kissed the skin between his jaw and ear. Found it.

Aahajsjshhajdjs I love theeeeeem 😭

"Please what baby?" Please me, you wanted to say but wasn't bold enough.

"Go lower." you whispered and he laughed at your sudden shyness.

"Come on, don't tell me you're shy. Say it."

"I'm gonna make you say it."

He’s a menace 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

"You can give me one more. Come on, pretty girl, I know you can."

The way he calls her pretty girl 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 I think that’s my favourite nickname ever 10/10

The slow movements of his fingers combined with his wet tongue made you see stars. Almost literally, because the approaching orgasm got you squeezing your eyes so hard you were sure you saw little sparks behind your eyelids.

"Fuck, I don't have any condoms."

"Are you kidding me?"

Uh-oh 🫢

"Promise you'll pull out."

TESS!!! I get it though… 🤭

Noah sat back on his knees, stroking his own dick, but his eyes were on you. You kept holding eye contact while you were both getting yourself off.

HOT

"You're so fucking hot. I'm never letting you go."

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you better!

"I want to date you officially. I'm gonna tell the guys and the captain. If you want to, of course."

He didn't expect to end your first night together like this, but he was exhausted from the terrible nightmare that he let you hold him until he fell asleep again.

Ohhh babyyy 🥺😭

"For fucks sake." he mumbled, still between your thigs. He kissed your clit for the last time before he pulled his t-shirt back on and before he was out of the door he said "Gonna finish this later."

For fucks sake indeed 🤭

Dating a firefighter comes with lots of stress, especially if you're also part of the department. You know what can happen and that no tomorrow is promised when he's at work.

That stressed me out so much 😭

You made him promise to wake you up every time before he leaves, you spend a few minutes cuddling or have a quick coffee together before he leaves. You've seen way too many wives crying over their husbands, hating themself for "I didn't tell him I love you this morning." and you didn't want to risk anything.

Noo stooooooppp 😭😭😭😭 that’s so saddd 😭

"Grab an oxygen mask and follow lieutenant Smith, you're needed inside."

"Sir I'm not trained for going inside of the building." you started to feel panic, searching the crowd for your captain, but he must've been fighting the fire alongside his men.

NOOOOO WTF????? 😡😡😡😡😡 surely that’s not following protocol, she’s not fucking trained, he’s risking her life??????? What kind of a captain is he???? 🤬

Once he kicked the door open everything happened so fast. You saw two little boys in the corner of the room, holding hands and hugging each other. Their eyes were full of fear and hope at the same time. Before you had a chance to reach out your hands the roof collapsed and you saw black.

Nooooooooo 😭😭😭😭

Noah's heart stopped for a second. What did he mean inside? There's no way he would send you inside of a building that's on fire.

Our boy’s about to go ballistic

"I don't know Sebastian, calm down. Don't make a scene." your captain told him. He understood he was worried, but for the sake of both of your jobs he tried to calm him down.

"Don't make a scene? Are you fucking kidding me?" he yelled again, louder this time.

I’m sorry, I know he’s scared and pissed but like… why am I even more attracted to him when he goes all protective and angry? 😭

He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you, not right now when he finally started to feel happy.

🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Where's the incident commander?" "Noah don't be stupid." Nick knew Noah well, he knew he was about to beat the shit out of that guy.

As he should 🫢

"I'm not letting this go, I'll file a complaint against you." and with that Noah turned around and stormed away.

👏 👏👏👏

"Are you mad?" he asked, you already told him many times that you were not mad, but it seems like he has a hard time believing you.

"Why would I be mad at my boyfriend for standing up for me?" when you said it like that he finally cracked a smile and looked less worried.

I imagine him being like “🥺👉🏻👈🏻 are you mad?”

Ughhhhh I love them so muuuuchh 😭😭😭

It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside to see them love each other and care about each other 🥺🥺

THE FIRE WITHIN

chapter 3 (series masterlist)

Pairing: firefighter Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Theresa Monroe, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / sexual content (oral both receiving, unprotected sex) / flashbacks of tragic call / reader geting hurt on call / verbal harassment / nightmares / sex at work / I think that's it, let me know if there's anything else!

Words: 10,8k

Author's note: Treat this one nicely please, I feel like it's my baby, one of my favorite things I've written si far❤️‍🩹 let me know your opinion, I love getting feedback from you!

Be aware you're reading this at your own decision, it contains sensitive topics, so please think twice before reading as I wouldn't want to cause anyone any discomfort while reading my work!

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Noah’s hands explored your body, gripping and squeezing you once in a while. You liked the feeling of his hands on you. Your hands were in his hair and you could swear you heard him moan a few times when you tugged at it.

He slowly put his hands under your t-shirt, teasing your skin and testing if you’ll let him. He moved them up your sides until he reached your breasts and took them both in his hands. You disconnected your lips and took a deep breath, not expecting this kind of touch. In your office. With an unlocked door. Oh god.

“Wait, Noah. We can’t.” you whispered into his open mouth.

“Why not?” he put on his best pout.

“We are in my office, anyone could walk in any minute.” you sat straight on his lap and removed his hands from under your t-shirt, “Plus, you’re dirty.” you pointed to his face and laughed.

“Okay you’re right.” you knew were.

He stole one more kiss before you stood up and put your clothes back in place. Noah collected his jacket and went for the door. “By the way, you’re dirty too.” he winked at you and left your office.

You quickly moved to take your phone from your bag and opened your front camera. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw the slightest amount of grey on your face. Your fingers wiped it off and then you swiped them over your lips. You could still feel the butterflies in your stomach. Noah is going to be trouble.

—

“My mom is coming to town for lunch, do you wanna come?”

You read Noah’s text as you sat down behind your desk at station 19.

“Why would I come to have lunch with your mom?”

“Because I want to introduce her to her future daughter in law.”

“Smooth Noah, real smooth.”

You laughed at his flirtatious message. You got used to it at this point. Since the day he came to your office and you both let yourself go you couldn’t stop texting each other. You have not been back to station 25 since that, so you were glad he couldn’t see your smiles and red cheeks from his obvious flirting.

“I’m serious.”

“Of course you are. And I’m working.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna tell her about you then.”

You locked your phone and put it in the bottom drawer, because otherwise you’d spent the next 8 hours texting with the handsome firefighter instead of doing your job.

—

“Hi mom.” Noah greeted his mom with a smile on his face and kissed her cheek.

“Hi Noah. Dad is sorry he couldn’t come today, work.” she apologized on behalf of his father.

“It’s okay.” he shrugged his shoulders. “How are you?”

“Good. Work has been busy lately but at least I’m not bored. Your dad is still a pain in the ass and we are thinking about getting a dog.”

“A dog?”

“Yeah. I miss you, so I thought of getting a dog.” she said and looked over the menu.

“Did you just compare me to a dog?” he laughed but mimicked her actions and let his eyes read over the menu.

“You know what I mean! It’s either a dog or you could give me grandchildren.” she winked at him over the paper in front of her face.

“Sure mom, dog sounds great.” he chuckled to himself. He knew what messages he sent you earlier, but he also knew his mom and what would happen if he told her about you. She wouldn’t leave the town until Noah would take her to your place and introduce you. Which was not happening yet, he still has to charm you until he introduces you to his parents.

“How is your work? Everything okay?” his mom asked him when they finished their meals.

“Yeah, the usual.” Noah lied. He didn’t tell her about that call and his mental state since that day. She was a good mom and she would be worried. She knew his job was dangerous, but he always told her about medical calls or small fires so she wouldn’t be scared.

“Will you come visit us any time soon? You know, stay for the weekend. Dad could use your help in the garden.” and his first thought was about you coming with him. It scared him how much he wanted you, but he could picture you and your mom getting along. He’s crazy, he doesn’t even know you that well.

“I promise I’ll visit you and dad soon okay?”

—

You had plenty of time to think about you and Noah over the next few days and you came up with some rules. It was Tuesday today, so your plan was to present them to him and leave no room for discussion.

You were in the middle of a call with your boss when the door to your office flew open and you saw Noah.

You put your finger on your lips to make sure he stays silent. He slowly closed the door behind him and with a few long steps he was behind your chair.

You felt him tower over you and his hands by your sides.

“Yes, I had a call with John and he agreed.” you continued talking with your boss.

You felt Noah’s hand move your hair on the side where you didn’t hold your phone to your ear and soon his hand was replaced with his lips.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you got lost in the feeling of Noah’s lips on your neck and didn’t hear a word the person on the other side of the line told you.

You felt Noah’s lips turn into a smirk. He expected you to push him away, but you didn’t. You enjoyed it.

“I’ll make sure to send you the papers by the end of your week. Thank you. Bye.” you quickly finished your call and threw your phone on the table.

“Are you crazy?” you turned around in your chair to face Noah who was smiling back at you.

“You liked it.” he knew you did.

He leaned down and put his hands on the handles of your chair. Your faces were close and you could smell his cologne.

“Listen Noah, I thought about this,” you pointed your finger at him and then back at you, “and maybe we should make some rules for this to work.”

“What rules?”

“Let’s not rush things. This is nice, I like it. I like spending time with you when I’m here, but we don’t really know each other yet. Let’s take things slowly, please.” you looked up at him.

“If you’re talking about what I texted you about my mom the other day, that was just a joke.” he panicked, thinking he scared you off with a stupid joke.

“No it’s not because of those texts.” you laughed at his panicked face. “I mean in general.”

“Okay. But can I still kiss you?” he was teasing you at this point.

“Noah!” you playfully smacked his arm.

“No, I agree. Let’s not rush anything.” he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I have to go. Will you be there for the Open day on Friday?”

“Yeah, but I also have to be at 19. I think I’ll come here around lunch time.”

“Great. Bye.”

“Safe shift!” you called after him but doubted he heard you.

Throughout the rest of your day you got a few messages from Noah, but it seemed like a busy day for station 25. They had many calls and even when you left at 5PM they were out.

—

The next day you saw the final version of a schedule for the Open day. Open day is held once a year at a few stations. The public can come and see the station, trucks and other fire equipment. Firefighters have various activities ready for the kids that are usually the most excited to come and see their work.

You’ll be spending your morning at station 19 where they asked you to speak about your job for the public. You’ve never done that so you were nervous about all the attention you’re going to get. You changed your speech too many times that you decided to write down just simple points and talk from your heart.

After you’re done you’re going to station 25 where you don’t have exactly a slot for speech, but you want to be there to answer questions and talk with people that are interested in your job. And maybe because you really want to see Noah too.

The crew of station 25 made their own schedule which was pretty obvious when you read each time stamp and the activity. They wanted to have fun and hid it behind “There will be kids!”

10:00 - start

11:00 - introduction and short introduction of the fire department’s work

11:30 - fire safety talk

12:00 - break

12:30 - station tour

13:30 - intervention and equipment demonstration

14:30 - fire truck ride along

15:00 - Q&A with the crew

Noah’s name was written beside the station tour and fire truck ride along. Of course he chose the fun stuff.

“When are you coming to the station on Friday?”

Speaking of the devil… the devil sent you a message.

“I think I’ll be there in time for your tour.”

“So you’ve seen the schedule. What do you think?”

“That I’m very interested in your guide skills.”

“You’re gonna love it.”

Of course you will. He’s like fish in the pond when it comes to fire stuff and you’re sure his tour will be educational and fun.

—

“Overall the goal of our Crisis intervention team is to help not just fire fighters, but also to those affected by the fires and to everyone who lost their property or their closed ones on a call. It's a very important part of the fire department and I’m glad that our team is getting bigger and bigger.” you closed your notes as you were saying the last few words to the crowd. “But we’re still understaffed. If any of you are interested in being part of the Crisis intervention team don’t be afraid to reach out. Thank you for your attention everyone.”

After you finished speaking there was an applause for you. The whole speech thing went much better than you thought and now you were ready to enjoy the rest of the day with others.

“Are you leaving already?” an older lieutenant approached you as you were packing your things.

“Yeah, I promised I’d stop by at 25 too.”

“Shame, there will be fireworks later, they won’t have that.” he winked at you and gave you a fatherly hug before saying his goodbye to you.

When you were in your car you checked your phone to see it was 12:05 and you noticed a new message from Noah.

“I’ll be sad if you won’t make it in time:(“

“I’ll be there in 20.” you replied and started the car.

There seemed to be more kids than adults at 25. They were running around the trucks, staring at them with their wide eyes.

“Okay minions, get ready, the tour starts in 5 minutes!” you heard Noah’s voice and after a few more steps you saw him standing next to the ladder.

“Minions?” you asked him with a laugh.

“They won’t stop running around and they’re small, like minions.” he shrugged his shoulders. You noticed a balloon in the shape of a firetruck around him and your eyes followed the string only to find out that Noah had it tied around his belt. “Oh that’s just an accessory to keep their attention.” he said when he saw you looking at it. Right, obviously.

“You’re full of surprises lieutenant.” you said with an amused smile. He just winked at you and started walking in the direction of very excited kids.

“Before we start - don’t touch anything and don’t push any buttons, understood?” they all nodded their heads at him. Nick joined Noah and they started walking in the direction of administrational wing of the station.

You were very tempted to follow them too, but you’d be the only one above the age of 8. You decided to wait down with everyone else and join them when they go see the fun stuff.

Half an hour later Noah slid down the big pole and you heard all of the tiny voices go “Woow!” from the hole that connected the main floor with the first floor. Second later they all come running down to meet Noah by the pole. Nick had one boy sit on his shoulders and Noah’s balloon was tied around a little girl's ponytail.

“That was so cool!”

“You were so quick!”

“You must be so strong!”

“Can I try it?”

The kids were talking at once, jumping around from excitement. That’s when you noticed one of the kids, a brown haired boy in jeans and long sleeved t-shirt, standing behind all of the kids. He didn’t jump around like everyone else and didn’t ask any questions.

“Hi, I’m Tess. Can I join you for the rest of the tour?” you stood next to the little boy and asked him. He just nodded his head and gave you a small smile.

You followed Noah and Nick around like if you were at the station for the first time. They were telling jokes, making fun of each other and keeping the kids entertained. But your attention was on the boy beside you. He didn’t laugh much and looked very sad. His hands kept playing with the hem of his t-shirt so you offered to hold his hand and he accepted.

“Do you like it here?” you asked him when Noah and Nick told the group about the trucks.

“Yes.” his voice was low and he kept avoiding your gaze.

“What did you like the most?”

“The pole.” he finally sounded more excited. You learned that his name is Tom.

“It’s really cool, isn’t it? Do you want to be a firefighter when you grow up?”

“I don’t know yet.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s okay, you have plenty of time.” you squeezed his hand.

“Now you can all see the inside of the truck, but remember what I said - don’t touch anything, okay?” Noah said and made a serious face. Bad for him the kids only laughed at him and sprinted inside the car.

“Do you want to go inside Tom?” you crouched down to his level and he just nodded his head no. He was shy, not like the other kids.

“Hey buddy, do you need help getting in?” Noah crouched down next to you and reached his hand out towards Tom. He looked at you and you gave him an encouraging smile. It took a while before he put his much smaller hand in Noah’s.

You continued to watch the two of them from afar. Noah made sure that Tom tried all of the different seats and patiently answered the few questions Tom asked him.

And your heart was melting at that sight. Seeing Noah in his uniform with a small kid sitting in his lap was something you didn’t expect to see today.

Tom along with the other kids ran off to get some snacks and you had a minute to talk with Noah alone.

“He reminds me of myself.” he said.

“I wouldn't have guessed you as the shy kid.”

“I was. I outgrew it, obviously, but I was like him.” the idea of little Noah made you pout and give him sad eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry.”

“I’m just very emotional and I pictured you playing with your toys all alone. Yeah I might start crying now.”

Noah laughed at your reaction and your glassy eyes. “Let’s have a snack, snacks always make me feel better.” he dragged you to the food area where you joined his group of minions.

—

For the rest of the day you hang out with Nick and Noah, watching the others do the demonstrations and talk more about fire safety.

The truck ride along was probably the kids favorite thing. You were happy to see Tom with a big smile when the truck stopped in front of the station. He was sitting right next to Noah and they both waved at you with matching smiles.

By the time the Q&A part was coming to an end some of the kids were falling asleep, the energy drained from their small bodies.

Some of them didn’t want to leave and had to be dragged away by their parents.

After everyone left and the doors were rolled back down you looked around and saw a bunch of tired firefighters.

“Looks like the minions drained all of your energy.” you joked and helped Noah with cleaning up.

“They were little devils.” he laughed.

“But they enjoyed it.”

After the station was cleaned everyone went to do their own thing, some of the guys hit the gym and others went to take a much needed nap.

And Noah sneaked away to your office.

You sat in his lap on your couch and your hands were around his neck.

“Are you gonna join us at the bar tomorrow?” his nose gently traced your jaw, planting a kiss here and there.

“I already have plans, sorry.”

“Plans?” he pulled away and looked suspiciously at you.

“Plans.” you confirmed.

“With who?”

“Do you think I don’t have any other friends than guys from work?” you faked being offended.

“Plans. With. Who?” he made dramatic pauses between each word.

“With my friend. Are you jealous?”

“That you’re gonna spend Saturday night with her and not me? Hell yeah.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re going for drinks at Joe’s bar.” you whispered and leaned down to meet his lips for a kiss. You felt the corners of his mouth lift up when he realized that at least he can stare at you from a distance.

You rested your head on his chest and he let out a long yawn.

“You should go take a nap.” you said.

“Can I take one here?”

“I’m leaving in 15 minutes Noah.” you were met with puppy eyes and a sad face. “See you tomorrow.” you kissed his pout away before he left your office.

—

“So you’re telling me that group of sexy firefighters will be there?” your friend asked you with shock.

“Mhm.” you agreed and filled her glass with wine. She came to your place for pre drinks.

“And why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have worn something different!” she sighed and looked at herself in the mirror.

“You look fine! It’s a bar, not a fancy club.” you laughed when she tried to push her boobs more in the view. You checked yourself in the mirror too.

This time you chose to wear blue loose jeans and a tight tank top with leather jacket over it. You curled your hair this time and did your go to makeup.

“So that also means I’ll get to see Mr. Hotshot tonight?”

“Yes, Noah will be there.” you sipped on your wine and thought about the message Noah sent you earlier. “Can’t wait to see you tonight, pretty girl.”

“You wanna fuck him so bad.” your friend turned around to face you, because she just caught you smiling for yourself after mentioning his name.

“Shut up!” you threw a tissue box at her to stop her from talking more.

You took a cab to the bar and just like the last time when you entered, the smell of beer and sweat hit you. You scanned the area and saw the guys already there. Noah sat with his back to the door so he didn’t notice you yet.

You two found a table with your name written on a piece of paper and sat down.

“Will you be mad if I sleep with one of them?” you had to laugh at her face when she saw the group of big men sitting around one big table. “Not hotshot of course.”

“Go for it I guess.” your answer seemed to satisfy her and she kept her eyes fixed on them.

After the bartender brought you two glasses of wine you felt someone watching you. You looked around and found Noah’s eyes looking at you. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

“Come hang out with us.” your phone buzzed with a new message from him.

“It’s a girls night.”

“Your friend is stripping Jolly with her eyes.”

You laughed at his message, but it was true. She chose her prize after five minutes after you two sat down.

“Maybe later.”

And with that you placed your phone down on the table, sign for Noah that the conversation is over for now.

“So is he single?”

“Can you take your eyes off of him for a few minutes and give your attention to me?” she rolled her eyes and unwillingly took her eyes off of Jolly.

“He’s just very handsome. And tall. And muscular.”

“He also looks like your ex.”

“Not fair.” she crossed her arms and made an angry face at you.

After a while she finally stopped talking about Jolly and updated you on her life. She was trying to find a new specialty, because couples therapy was boring, that’s what she said. She told you about the new apartment she’s thinking about moving into and about her family drama.

It was nice hanging out with her. You haven���t seen each other in a while so you had a lot to catch up on. You appreciated the female energy after spending time at work mainly with men.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” she excused herself and left you by yourself.

You unlocked your phone and sent a text to your mom who sent you pictures of her new garden plants. You must have gotten lost in your thoughts because you didn’t expect your friend to be back that quick. You heard someone sit down opposite to you so you put your phone away.

“That was qu-” you didn’t finish your sentence because that was in fact not your friend sitting on the other side of the table.

“Hi kitten. What can I get you?” a man in late 50s with a long beard and bald head was now facing you.

“I’m here with a friend actually.” you gave him a polite smile and hoped he’d take the hint and leave.

“You mean that girl?” you turned your head in the direction he was pointing to and saw your friend sitting next to Jolly. Amazing.

“She’ll come back soon.”

“I can’t let you sit here by yourself, kitten.” you turned your head back to where she was, too occupied with listening to whatever Jolly was saying. You looked where Noah was sitting, where he should be sitting. But you found an empty chair.

“So maybe after I buy you a drink we can leave on my bike together?” you looked back at the man and made a disgusted face.

Meanwhile your friend was lost in Jolly’s eyes and Noah was playing darts with others. When he glanced back to their table he saw your friend sitting there and looked for you. When he didn’t see you there he didn’t think much of it, you were probably using the bathroom or getting yourself another drink.

“Yes!” he cheered when the machine played that silly tone and ‘VICTORY’ was written on the top.

“I’m never playing with you again.” Nick just shook his head and started walking in the direction of the bar to order round for everyone, because he lost.

When Noah returned to the table you still weren’t there.

“Hi, did Tessa already left?” he asked your friend.

“Oh shit, Tessa!” she panicked and looked over to the table where she was sitting with you. When she started talking with Jolly she thought you’ll see her and come over, but then she completely forgot about you.

Both her and Noah saw you still sitting at the table, but not alone. There was an older man with you. Noah didn’t know how to feel, he wanted to go there and interrupt you, but what if you liked the man and he would just make a fool of himself.

“I'm so stupid, god I need to go there and save her. She’s gonna kill me.” your friend stood up, but Noah was quick and took her forearm and told her to stay there.

“Is there a problem?” Noah approached the table and looked at you.

But before you could speak up the man was quicker “No, we're just talking.”

“Are you?” Noah continued to talk to you. He saw the fear in your eyes and your head shaking ‘no’ just confirmed what he thought.

“So, we’re gonna leave now. If you want to get her a drink so badly I’m sure you won’t mind paying for their tab.” Noah took your hand in his and helped you stand up. He gave that man an ironic smile and led you away.

“Are you okay?” he asked you.

“I’m gonna kill her.” you quickened your pace, but his grip on your hand stopped you.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked you again and looked at your face. He wanted to hug you, kiss your forehead and tell you he won’t let anyone close to you again so badly, but he knew he couldn’t.

“Yes. Thank you.” you squeezed his hand, the only thing you could do in front of everyone. “But I’m still gonna kill her.”

After your friend apologized like a hundred times and bought you two rounds of shots you swore you would forgive her. But your girl's night was gone when you saw her and Jolly.

“Do you think they’re gonna sleep together?” you asked Noah after you sat down next to him.

“Yep. And it’s either gonna be in the bathroom stall or in his car.”

“What?” you turned to face him with a shocked face.

“He doesn’t take girls home, Jolly is not a man of relationship.” he laughed at your reaction.

You continued watching those two, making jokes about what they could be talking about until they started making out.

“Gross.” you turned your back at them and faced Noah. You looked closely at him, inspecting every part of his face.

“You look nice today.” you complimented him. He was wearing black jeans with black t-shirt and grey overshirt.

“You look beautiful today.” he returned your compliment back and enjoyed watching you blush. His eyes left your face when something behind you caught his attention, “There we go.”

He motioned for you to look too. You saw Jolly and your friend walking in the direction of the bathroom, she was giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Oh god.” you just shook your head.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Noah asked.

“I guess so.” you shrugged your shoulders and looked around the table. Half of the guys already left too and your friend for sure won’t be leaving with you tonight.

“Let’s go.” Noah led you out of the bar, his strong grip on your hand making sure he doesn’t lose you.

When you were outside Noah led you around the corner and before you could ask him where you were going his lips were on yours.

Your hand immediately went to his hair, playing with his soft locks.

“Let me take you to my place.” the words slipped out of Noah’s mouth between kisses.

“Noah.” he heard the uncertainty in your voice and dropped to his knees. Your eyes shot open, “What are you doing?”

“Begging.” he chuckled back at you.

“Get up.”

“No.”

“Noah.”

“Tess.”

You stayed silent and looked down at him. The street lights brought out his facial features and his almond eyes kept looking up at you. You never knew that you’d find a man at your mercy hot.

You leaned down and grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him a few times before you said “Okay.”

He only smiled from the happiness and reached into his back pocket to call a cab for you both.

—

Noah unlocked his door without breaking the heavy making out and once you were inside of his apartment he closed the door and turned you around so your back was against the wooden material.

It was like after you said yes to him, something in Noah woke up and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

His hands were everywhere, grabbing your neck, tugging at your hair or squeezing your ass.

Once you got out of the cab and realized where you were going you decided that you’re not going to hold back too.

You slid your hands down his solid chest until you touched the cold material of his belt. Without needing his help you managed to open in and after one messy kiss you pulled away and slid down against the door.

His jeans were down to his ankles and his underwear followed just seconds after. His dick was hard, swollen and already leaking a precum.

You looked up at him and when he saw you from this angle he had to hold himself from not cuming just from looking at you.

Your hands grazed the skin of his thighs and your lips kissed the soft skin of his tummy. You wanted to tease him longer, but your need to touch him was stronger. Your fingers grabbed his hard member and stroked him a few times. That simple movement had Noah going crazy. He imagined how your hand and mouth would feel around him, but the real thing was so much better. He leaned his forehead against the door and kept looking down at you.

When you took him in your mouth you felt his thigh muscles twitch under your hand. You kept switching between sucking and licking long stripes around his throbbing cock. His eyes were closed as he was enjoying the wet warm feeling your mouth provided.

“So good, you’re doing so good Tess.” he muttered through closed teeth.

His hands gripped your hair, gently, as he guided you in the pace he liked. The second you took him deep enough and his tip touched the back of your throat, he knew he had to stop you before he exploded right there in your mouth.

His strong arms reached down and pulled you up. He didn’t give you even a second to react and grabbed your chin to open your mouth so he could slide his tongue inside. When you didn’t protest his hands slid under your ass and he lifted you up in his arms.

“Wait, wouldn’t like to fall with you.” he chuckled as he pulled away from your face to navigate his way through his own apartment.

You took that as a chance to cherish the skin of his neck. You used your tongue and teeth, searching the most sensitive spot to suck on.

You heard him take a sharp breath and mumble something like “Fucking tease.” when you kissed the skin between his jaw and ear. Found it. You made sure to apply the right amount of pressure to get a deep moan out of him. Before you could do more damage to his neck he laid you down on his bed. He stood still by the edge of it and caressed the skin of your knees.

You dragged your feet from his thigh to under his t-shirt. While doing that your eyes never left his.

“Didn’t know you’re such a tease.” he stopped you from moving your feet higher and pulled it out from under his t-shirt. He brought it to his lips and gave you a few kisses before he said “But two can play this game baby.” with a smirk.

He pulled off his t-shirt and you saw his tattooed body for the first time. As he hovered above you you let your eyes shamelessly linger over his chest.

He took his sweet time taking your clothes off, leaving teasing touches everywhere.

He left open mouth kisses on your neck, your moans and whimpers were music to his ears.

He sucked on the soft skin of your breasts and left wet circles around your nipples before he captured one of them in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, sucking hard but gentle at the same time.

He felt your hips move under him and your hands trying to push him lower on your body, but he remained strong and kept giving his attention to your nipples.

“Noahh.” you moaned his name, but he heard the unspoken “please” in your voice.

“Yeah?” he lifted his head from your chest, smirking at you. Bastard.

“Please.”

“Please what baby?” Please me, you wanted to say but wasn’t bold enough.

“Go lower.” you whispered and he laughed at your sudden shyness.

“Come on, don't tell me you’re shy. Say it.”

“No.”

“Say that you want me to eat your pussy.”

“Noah!” you smacked his chest. “You’re making fun of me, that’s not fair.” you knew he wasn’t really making fun of you.

“I’m gonna make you say it.” he whispered and leaned down to kiss you. Meanwhile his left hand made its way between your legs. He teased the skin of your inner thighs, dragging his fingers painfully slowly, but avoided your core.

His lips left yours and he started kissing you down your neck, between your breasts and followed lower and lower. He was facing your wet pussy and had to hold himself from diving straight in.

He started kissing your lower tummy, your thighs, hip bones and his hands were laying over your waist to keep you from moving your hips.

“Noah please.” you moaned again, wanting to feel his tongue on you.

“Say it.” he repeated again. You didn’t fight back this time, instead you collected all of your courage to let those dirty words out of your angel mouth.

“Eat me out Noah.” it was barely a whisper, but it was all Noah needed to dive in without giving you any warning.

He collected all of your juices with his tongue, feeling pleasure from finally tasting you. Your hands gripped the white sheets that were under you and your mouth was left open. It felt so good.

You dared to look at him between your thighs, almost cuming from the view. His hair was a mess and his eyes closed as he was enjoying it as much as you did.

His tongue worked in skilled motions, licking you from your entrance all the way to your clit where he sucked on it before toying with it with his tongue. You enjoy every lick with closed eyes. He was changing different paces, but when he felt your legs starting to shake around his shoulders he knew you were close and kept the steady rhythm of sucking your clit.

When you came on his tongue, you squeezed him with your legs and your back arched from the mattress.

“Fuck Noah!” you couldn’t help but almost screamed his name, because he made you feel that good.

He kept licking your sensitive pussy even when you tried to push him away.

“Noah.” it was something between a moan and a plea.

“You can give me one more. Come on, pretty girl, I know you can.”

And maybe it was his words of encouragement or the gentle flicks of his tongue that got you back into the bliss that Noah’s mouth on you was.

This time he used his fingers, first to slide them over your center to get them covered in your wetness before he slowly pushed one of them into you.

You couldn’t form any words, your brain fogged with the pleasure he was giving you. He started moving his finger in and out and used his tongue on your clit at the same time.

When he felt your walls squeeze his single finger he decided to add another one and you were sure you saw heaven.

The slow movements of his fingers combined with his wet tongue made you see stars. Almost literally, because the approaching orgasm got you squeezing your eyes so hard you were sure you saw little sparks behind your eyelids.

It took one adjustment of Noah’s fingers, moving them in and out in a different angle and your second orgasm took over you. Noah kept finger fucking you through the aftershocks and kissed the skin on your tummy. When he was sure he got you through the full ride, he kissed his way back to your face.

“Hey.” he said and stroked his fingers over your cheek.

“Hi.” you whispered and pulled him down by his chin.

His saliva was mixed with your juices, making you groan against his lips when you tasted his mouth.

You felt his dick twitch against your tummy and wanted more. You stroked him few times before he said “Fuck, I don’t have any condoms.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I don’t bring girls over.” you could see a genuine panic on his face. “Do you have one?”

“No, I don’t usually let guys take me to their place.”

Great, at least you both knew that neither of you were fucking new people every week.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice full of hope.

“No.”

“Fuck.” he groaned and his head fell on your shoulder.

You knew what you’re going to say was very very risky, but you were sure you both wanted it to happen so badly.

“Promise you’ll pull out.”

“What?” his head shot up from your shoulder. “Are you serious?” his face was a mixture of happiness and confusion, because he didn’t believe you’re really going to let him do it.

“Just promise you won’t cum inside.”

“I swear I won’t.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” you both kept looking at each other for a moment, before you pulled him down for a messy and sloppy kiss.

You felt Noah’s precum on your skin and reached out to line him at your entrance. Before he slid in he looked at you just to make sure you’re okay with it.

When you said “Fuck me Noah.” he fully slid inside you, your wet and warm pussy swallowing him fully.

“Fuck Tessa, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned into your ear and as a reaction your walls squeezed around him.

“You’re so tight.” he didn’t move yet, he enjoyed the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You were the first one to move your hips and since then it was a mess. Noah’s thrusts were messy and his breathing uneven.

His bedroom was filled with moans and the sounds of skin on skin. You felt every single one of his movements and it felt too good.

“I’m not gonna last long like this.” his words were silenced by your skin, but you knew you were close too.

“Then cum Noah.” you whispered in his ear and before he pulled out you slid your hand between your still connected bodies to rub circles on your clit.

Noah sat back on his knees, stroking his own dick, but his eyes were on you. You kept holding eye contact while you were both getting yourself off.

The sounds that Noah made when you felt the warm liquid on your body were ethereal. He lost control of his eyes and they shut closed, his head fell backward and his abs were twitching.

The warm feeling of his orgasm was the last thing you needed to push you over the edge and you enjoyed the third orgasm of the night.

Noah collapsed next to you and said “Give me a minute, I’ll clean you up.”

You just hummed in response and when you saw him lying on his back with his mouth open, you couldn’t help yourself and put your fingers in his mouth. The ones that were rubbing your clit just a minute ago.

He groaned when he tasted you again, cleaning all of your digits with his tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot. I’m never letting you go.” he kissed you on the lips before he got up and went for a towel.

—

Once you were both cleaned up, showered and after a late night snack, you laid back in Noah’s bed.

He gave you his underwear and t-shirt. The clothes smelled like him, just like the sheets of his bedding.

“I was serious.” he pulled you into his side after he found a comfortable position for himself.

“What do you mean?” you rested your hands on his chest and put your head on them, giving yourself better access to look at him.

“About not letting you go.” his hand slid in your hair and you closed your eyes at the comfort of his fingers sliding along your scalp. “I want to date you officially. I’m gonna tell the guys and the captain. If you want to, of course.”

You opened your eyes and caught him staring at you. You couldn’t see properly under the dim lights, but you could swear you saw pink on his cheeks.

“I’d like to date you officially too lieutenant.” you saw his lips turn into the biggest smile, your own following right after.

You crawled up his body and straddled his lap. “It’s official then, you’re my girlfriend.” he whispered against your lips.

“And you’re my boyfriend.” you felt like a teenager who just got asked by her crush to be his girlfriend, but you liked it. You felt like he was worth the chance to risk the mix between work and love.

“But don’t call me lieutenant again or we’re gonna have to deal with something else.” so that’s how you found out that he likes to be called lieutenant in bed.

“Yeah about that, can we buy an after pill tomorrow? Just to be sure.” you turned your voice to a serious tone.

—

It took you a while to fall asleep, the excitement making it harder. Noah didn’t let go of you, so you fell asleep cuddled together.

You felt safe in his arms. His breath tickled at the back of your neck in steady breaths. Until they were not steady at all.

You woke up before him from the tightening grip on your body. His breaths were quick and uneven, his body was shaking and he was mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

His nightmares, you remembered.

You tried to wake him up, shaking his body gently and calling out his name, but nothing happened.

He was still tossing around, his brows furrowed and his hair became wet from the sweat.

“Noah please, wake up.” you begged him, but you were sure he couldn’t hear you.

You didn’t know what to do, how to help him.

You raised your voice, scared that the neighbours might hear you, but you had to.

You took his arms and tried to stop him from moving around and kept repeating his name over and over, each time louder than before.

Finally, his eyes shot open and he took a deep breath in. He sat up and looked around the room.

“You’re okay.” you calmed your voice, not sure if touching him immediately was the right thing to do.

His eyes finally softened when he realized he’s in his bed and with you. His head hung low and his chest was still going up and down. He wasn’t ashamed that you witnessed it, but he was scared it might scare you off.

“Can I touch you?” you asked and he just nodded his head.

You slowly laid him down on your chest and put the covers over both of you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked and caressed his head.

“No.” firm and straight answer.

“Okay.” you thought before saying the next sentence, “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I have to say it. Not as the department’s therapist, but as someone who you let this close. You need to talk about it Noah. I can give you John’s number, because I’m sure you know that from now on I can’t handle your therapy. If you’re not gonna do it for yourself, do it for me, please.”

Silence took over the room and Noah thought about your words. He knew you were right, he just didn’t want to go back to that call. Not voluntarily.

“Okay.” he whispered into the dark, but it was enough for you, for now.

He didn’t expect to end your first night together like this, but he was exhausted from the terrible nightmare that he let you hold him until he fell asleep again.

—

“I just told the guys.” your phone buzzed with a new message from Noah.

“And how did it go?”

“As expected, they don’t really give a fuck.”

“On my way to tell the captain now.”

You bit your lip after reading that. You just got an email that said you are officially permanent at station 25. You were really hoping to get stationed at a different station so it would be easier for you and Noah.

You were anxiously looking at your phone, waiting for Noah’s next message. You were sure that the captain of 25 knew the news too and you really wanted to tell Noah yourself. Too late for that.

Instead of another message your phone lit up with an incoming call from Noah.

“Hi.” you said quietly after picking the phone.

“When did you plan on telling me?”

“Noah I got the email 30 minutes ago, I wanted to tell you when I see you.”

“So you let me go and tell the captain that we’re dating when you knew he knew and I didn’t?”

“I’m sorry I panicked.” there was a silence from Noah’s side. “I’m really sorry.”

“Well you’re lucky the captain said it’s not a problem if it doesn’t affect our work and that I’m happy I’ll be seeing you more often.”

“I’m pretty happy about that too.”

“So when are you starting?”

“On Monday.”

—

Monday came quicker than you thought. You spent the whole weekend at Noah’s place and thanks to his shift being on Monday too, he gave you a ride to work.

“I could get used to this.” you said when he leaned over the center console to give you a kiss before you left the car.

You parted your ways and you went straight for your new office. Now that it was permanently yours you thought about doing some changes.

Before you could think about what colored frames you’re going to buy there was a knock on your door.

“Come in.” you yelled.

“Hi.” Nick came in and gave you one of his smiles.

“Hey. Do you need anything?”

“No, I just came here to give you a warm welcome. We’re lucky to have you.” he pulled you in a hug and you were suddenly really happy that you got assigned to station 25.

“Thank you.”

“So, you and Noah?” he pulled away and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

They were long time friends and even though he liked you, he wanted to be sure that you’re not going to break Noah’s heart and make work hell for both of you.

—

The rest of the week went smoothly, there were only two calls with B shift that you had to be part of. Otherwise your first week as a member of the station 25 crew went great.

You spent some of the nights at Noah’s place, others at your place by yourself. You were in the honeymoon stage so you wanted to be together 24/7, but also agreed that it’s only healthy to spend some time apart.

You and Noah sneaked around the station like teenage kids, thinking that no one could see you, but they all did.

“Noah, we're gonna get caught.” you told him as he yanked you by your hand to the closest storage of extra fire equipment.

“Not if you’re gonna be quiet.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you.

His lips started to feel like home and comfort, especially after you haven’t spent a few days together. You wanted nothing more than to take him home and hide under the covers. But his 24 hour shift only started.

“I miss you.” his lips were now kissing under your ear, sending shivers down your body when he whispered those sweet words to you.

“I miss you too.” you closed your eyes and gave him more space while leaning your head back. He was very quick to learn all of your sensitive spots.

“Tomorrow at my place?”

“Mhm.” you agreed just with a nod and brought his lips to yours.

You let your hands wander on his body, solid and soft at the same time. You took his t-shirt off to have a better access to his soft skin.

His hands went for your belt, he was determined to make the most out of the moment of privacy you had.

You let him pull them down along with your panties and reached out to lock the door.

He dropped to his knees and lifted your leg over his bare shoulder. He didn’t waste time with kisses and bites to your soft skin like he always does, he’s going to take his sweet time with you tomorrow.

“Oh Noah.” you had to put your own hand on your mouth to silence your moans. His tongue was on your clit and his arms were wrapped around legs to steady you.

Before your hand could tug at his hair, sirens started blaring through the station.

“For fucks sake.” he mumbled, still between your thigs. He kissed your clit for the last time before he pulled his t-shirt back on and before he was out of the door he said “Gonna finish this later.”

You managed to wipe his chin that was covered in you and then the door closed behind him. You pulled your clothes back on and when you were sure everyone was gone you opened the storage door and ran back to your office.

—

You were part of 25 for 3 weeks now and it was probably the best part of your career so far. You have never been part of any station, it was always the main administration building with no on call firefighters.

You enjoyed the new atmosphere, the adrenalin and the laughs that came with working here daily.

Noah has been amazing and sometimes you thought the reality was too good to be true. You two were going on dates or spent your time cuddled at home, but everything seemed to be fun when Noah was with you.

You had your morning ritual for days when Noah left earlier than you for work or on weekends when you were not working. Dating a firefighter comes with lots of stress, especially if you’re also part of the department. You know what can happen and that no tomorrow is promised when he’s at work.

He hated it when you started doing it, but when you told him your reasons, he let you. You made him promise to wake you up every time before he leaves, you spend a few minutes cuddling or have a quick coffee together before he leaves. You’ve seen way too many wives crying over their husbands, hating themself for “I didn’t tell him I love you this morning.” and you didn’t want to risk anything.

Neither of you have said I love you yet, but you were sure for some time now that you do love him. You were just building up the courage to tell him.

—

You were in the middle of a conference call when the station’s alarms started blaring through the building.

“Structure fire at orphanage at Guardian road. Children and staff inside. Crisis Intervention Team requested. Respond immediately. Structure fire at orphanage at Guardian road. Children and staff inside. Crisis Intervention Team requested. Respond immediately.”

When you heard the mention of the crisis intervention team you logged out of the call and ran down.

The guys were already jumping in their gears and starting the trucks. You grabbed the fireproof jacket and pants that were mandatory for you to wear on calls with “MONROE” written on its back.

You followed Dean, who was working with you today, and sat beside him in the engine truck.

You scanned the crew on board and didn’t see Noah there, he was in the ladder then.

Your captain rode with you and gave you more instructions as you were on the way to the scene.

"Some of the staff and kids are already out. Station 35 is already on scene, and Captain of 35 is in charge. Follow his instructions. The priority is to get the rest of the individuals out and extinguish the fire. Tessa and Dean, you’re assigned to work with Station 35 on those who have already been evacuated. Copy that?"

All of you yelled “copy” back at him and you heard muffled voices over the radio from your other truck. At the scene you quickly jumped out of the cars and everyone got to work. Noah was extinguishing the fire from outside alongside a few others and the crew from 35. Nick ran into the building as a head of evac. Your attention was on the small group of kids and two women. They were being treated by the medical team and you approached to help. You were treating small injuries and engaged in conversation with those poor kids. Most of them were crying from feeling scared and from losing the little belongings they had inside that building. You were trying to calm them down, even if they wanted a hug or a kiss to their forehead, you didn’t mind doing that. All of them went through a lot at this young age and seeing a place they called home on fire was hard for them. More kids and staff were evacuated from the building by Nick and his crew. “There’s two more, but they don’t want to leave their room.” you heard behind your back. “Grab someone from the crisis intervention team and get them out.” the captain of 35 barked back. “No one is trained for that sir.” one of the firefighters told him. “Monroe, come here!” the captain called your name. “Yes sir?” “Grab an oxygen mask and follow lieutenant Smith, you’re needed inside.” “Sir I’m not trained for going inside of the building.” you started to feel panic, searching the crowd for your captain, but he must’ve been fighting the fire alongside his men. “We have to save lives and if they don’t want to come out, we have to get to them. Grab a mask and go!” he yelled in your face. You didn’t have any support, because around you were just firefighters from 35 and they didn’t know you really were not trained to run inside. “Sir with all respect I can’t go th-” “You either get inside and save those kids or you don’t have a job tomorrow.” what an asshole. One of the firefighters helped you with the oxygen mask and helmet and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around the chaotic place and saw guys from your crew, hoping they'd notice where you were going and stop it, but neither of them would’ve thought it was you under the oxygen mask.

“They’re on the first floor.” Smith told you over the radio ran upstairs and you followed him. It was your first time seeing fire from this side. You were always standing outside, watching from a safe distance. When you reached the closed doors Smith pointed at them, signaling for you to do your job. “Can anyone hear me?” you yelled. “Yes!” two little voices called back from the other side of the door. “Can you open the door?” “No!” they yelled back. “Okay, stand back so when we kick the door open it won’t hit you okay?” “Okay!” you nodded to Smith that he can use his strength to open the door, because you were no help for that. Once he kicked the door open everything happened so fast. You saw two little boys in the corner of the room, holding hands and hugging each other. Their eyes were full of fear and hope at the same time. Before you had a chance to reach out your hands the roof collapsed and you saw black. You couldn’t open your eyes and your breathing became more difficult. You could hear the boys crying and Smith saying “Two men down, I repeat two men down! Two civilians with us!” before you blacked out completely.

After that another group of firefighters ran inside to save the four of you. One of them grabbed the two boys and ran back up, another one helped Smith to stand up and leave. Then you felt your body being lifted and you knew you were safe. Hopefully without any injuries too.

“Is that Tess?” Nick yelled to his captain when he saw your body being laid on the ground and your oxygen mask taken off. “What the fuck was she doing inside?” he quickly ran to you, leaving Nick behind.

At that point Noah started looking for you at the medical tent, worried when he didn’t see you there. “Hey, have you seen Monroe?” he asked one of the helping firefighters. “Cap sent her inside.” Noah’s heart stopped for a second. What did he mean inside? There’s no way he would send you inside of a building that’s on fire.

He quickly ran back to the scene and saw your captain kneeling next to you. He forgot about all the promises that your relationship won’t affect your work and his boyfriend's mood kicked in. “Why the fuck was she inside?” he yelled when he hovered over your body. “I don’t know Sebastian, calm down. Don’t make a scene.” your captain told him. He understood he was worried, but for the sake of both of your jobs he tried to calm him down. “Don’t make a scene? Are you fucking kidding me?” he yelled again, louder this time. He dropped to his knees next to you and grabbed your head in his hands. Someone already put an oxygen mask on your face and checked your breathing. “It’s probably just smoke inhalation Noah.” And the captain was probably right, but Noah was still pissed. “Come on wake up Tess.” he begged you, “Please wake up.” After what he has been through he didn’t care if it was just a smoke inhalation, he hated seeing you like this. He couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you, not right now when he finally started to feel happy. “Baby please.” he leaned down to kiss your motionless face. “Please.” he cried into your hair.

Noah’s face and his wet cheeks were the first thing you saw when you finally gained consciousness. “Noah.” you whispered and lifted your hand to wipe his tears. “Oh thank god!” he pulled you in a hug and didn’t want to let go. Ever. “Let’s hand her over to the paramedics, Sebastian.” the captain said, happy to see you conscious too. Noah lifted you in his arms and carried you over to the ambulance. He couldn’t drive with you to the hospital where they decided to take you for a check up. “I’m gonna pick you up okay?” he gave you one last kiss before he jumped out of the back door and closed them. “Is she gonna be okay?” Nick asked, his voice full of worry. “Yeah, they said she passed out from the smoke inhalation. They’re gonna keep her overnight though.” before Nick could say he’s sorry Noah continued “Where’s the incident commander?” “Noah don’t be stupid.” Nick knew Noah well, he knew he was about to beat the shit out of that guy. “Do you know where he is?” Noah repeated his question and when Nick didn’t give him an answer he went to look for him himself.

“Captain Wilson!” Noah yelled when he spotted the man he was looking for. “Yes?” “Do you think it’s okay to send untrained staff inside a building that’s on a fucking fire?” Noah raised his voice. “Stand back lieutenant.” Wilson warned Noah. “You should stand back if that’s how you treat your people. She’s not trained to be a firefighter and she got hurt because you sent her inside!” he pointed his finger to the older man. “It was an accident.” that man didn’t seem like it bothered him at all. “An accident?” Noah closed the gap between them and was now standing chest to chest with him. “Noah.” he felt hand on his arm pulling him away. “I know you want to beat his ass, but he’s not worth it.” Jolly said in a low voice so only Noah could hear him. Noah kept staring at that man and with every breath he took he felt the anger inside him grow bigger. “I’m not letting this go, I’ll file a complaint against you.” and with that Noah turned around and stormed away.

—

“I’m glad you’re feeling better Tessa.” your captain told you after you sat down in one of the chairs in his office. Noah did the same beside you. “Thank you cap.”

You were released after 12 hours from the hospital and Noah took it as his own mission to keep an eye on you. He took you to his place and laid you down in his bed. You were happy when he let you use the bathroom by yourself and you had to beg him not to take a day off from his next shift. Your body was a bit bruised from the frames that fell on you, but other than that you felt fine. You were not back at work, you still had a few days for full recovery, but today you two were called to the captain's office.

“Your complaint was accepted and is currently under review. Someone will contact you for your testimony next week.” “Okay sir.” “Now, let’s talk about why I called you both here.” he shifted in his chair, visibly uncomfortable about the topic he wanted to discuss. “I don’t mean any of this in a bad way, but what happened after that incident can’t happen again. You can’t threaten an incident commander Noah, he outranks you.” “But it was his fault.” Noah protested. “It was, I agree with you. Someone from my crew has been hurt because of his orders and I hate that more than anyone. But your reaction was wrong.”

The fact was that both you and Noah knew it. He confessed what he did, because you didn’t believe him when he said he did nothing. He was a terrible liar, he was looking everywhere but in your eyes and kept fiddling with his fingers.

“I apologize.” Noah mumbled and avoided any eye contact. “I’m not gonna punish you for it, but I just wanted you both to hear it from me. Things like this can’t happen okay? Keep your feelings at home and work like colleagues. Let’s avoid any trouble, because I like you both and I don’t want to lose any of you just because you can’t control yourself. Human resources are not happy about you two, so please, try not to mess this up for all of us.” he didn’t leave any space for a discussion and dismissed both of you.

Noah walked you to your car that was parked in front of the station. “Are you mad?” he asked, you already told him many times that you were not mad, but it seems like he has a hard time believing you. “Why would I be mad at my boyfriend for standing up for me?” when you said it like that he finally cracked a smile and looked less worried. “See you tomorrow?” he leaned down to kiss you before he had to go back inside. “Yeah, mine or yours?” “I’ll drive to yours if that’s okay?” “Of course it is.”

You gave him a few more kisses, on his forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. Something that always made him smile. He waited until you backed out of the parking space and you saw him standing there in your rearview mirror until you turned right. You knew what Noah did was wrong, but you still appreciated the gesture of standing up for you when you couldn’t do it for yourself.

You drove yourself to your place, ready to spend the next few days in bed until you’re allowed to go back to work.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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[richardgrimes]

who else saw that big ass white balloon in the sky

[bigwishes]

So I’m a kinda skinny guy, try going to the gym often to keep my six pack, and there’s this guy at the gym that’s hot as hell. Sweaty, musky, bulky. Big pecs, arms, every muscle is just huge. He never looks my way though, I wish I could impress him, could you help?

he never looks your way? not from what I've heard mate, from what I hear he's be trying to find a way to ask you out for a while, he even wished for things to go smoothly so I guess things seem to be working.

You were surprised when the big hulking goliath came over and sheepishly asked you out on a date, without even a moment to think about it you jumped at the chance.

Later that night he picked you up in his black car, it was cheap and sounded like it needed a service but you weren't gonna complain about some guys car. Once you got in he sheepishly said hello, he was acting like this was his first date and you could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. You noticed he was in workout gear whilst you were in a nice shirt and jeans.

"s-sorry I'm underdressed bro, my jeans don't fit no more"

You laughed at what you thought was a joke but there was something else behind the serious tone of his voice that had you worried. Something else, his car was a mess inside and he stunk. Sure the musky sweat was hot in the gym but when you saw sweat pouring from his pits like a waterfall and saw big sweat marks from where his hands touched his steering wheel whenever he lifted them off.

Soon you pulled up in the carpark of a junk food place. All your excitement for this date completely died off, It wasn't the gym wear that was a turn off, a guy that big clearly wants to show off, but he didn't even shower after the gym? and now junk food as a first date, not even junk food looking at the sunset on the beach or something outdoors, just junk food in the parking lot of the place. You and your nose had had enough, you were already to go home but you felt sorry for him. He was clearly shy and embarrassed, you thought it best not to make a fuss and just not call him back after the date.

The two of you had dinner in his car, You watched him practically inhale 3 deluxe family meals, 3 thick shakes and a hand full of burgers, after which he sat flexing his biceps in his rear view mirror whilst burping. He drove you home and right as you were ready to leave the car the big guy thanked you for giving him a chance, "sorry it was just take out for dinner bro, can't really get into fancy places, look I know I stink and I'm a bit muscle obsessed when I see myself in the mirror but...do you mind if I kiss you bro?"

After the worst date of your life a moment of weakness hit your heart as this giant looked down hanging his head in shame. You leant forward to give him a kiss, when he kissed you he let out a small burp that bypassed your lips, his hot breath flew straight down into your lungs. You leant back feeling like the air was flooding out of your chest to other parts of your body. Your arms ballooned out, your legs tore your jeans to shreads. You felt you underwear start to get caught up in your growing ass. Suddenly you began to sweat like a pig and you smelt a wave of B.O twice as bad as the guy sitting next to you flow out from your skin. You felt you seat grow damp and squelch beneath your now hulking frame as you shot up a foot and a half feeling your head collide with the roof of the car. You continued to change as you heard the giant speak.

"Sorry bro, I made 1 wish, a few months ago, I was dumb and horny and asked some guy to turn me into a muscle slob online, I didn't think I'd really become one. Turns out its really hard to hold down a job or a boyfriend when all you care about is size and your own B.O"

You felt your head fill with blood, you could barely remember where you were or what was going on, it was almost impossible to focus on his last words.

"at least this way we both get what we want out of it"

You head was suddenly re-written, you remember your life, and your old life was like a dream, like something that happened...but never really happened. You remember graduating highschool, but also remember flunking out, too obsessed with the gym? your head was filled with multiple memories and you didn't know what was truely yours. You turned your head to look at the guy who was now slightly shorter than you.

"eeeer?? were you sayin somthin babe? I like totally brain fogged huhu, you thanks for picking me up, lets go get take out"

With just one kiss from the guy you wanted so badly to notice you, you were erased and replaced with a new you, a stinking meat head version of yourself totally and utterly in love with the guy next to you.

[lou-struck]

Rigged

Kenma Kozume x Reader

~ Carnival games pull you in with big prizes without yielding many results. Kenma is aware of this but your optimism can get you in trouble.

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Your city's annual festival has come at last and you are more than excited to drag your boyfriend out of the house to be your date for all the festivities. Normally he would’ve objected to walking around in the hot sun surrounded by thousands of smelly people but the minute he saw the pleading look in your eyes you knew he wasn't able to reject your invitation. Especially after you promised to buy him an Apple Pie Funnel Cake at one of the booths.

So here you are walking around the fairgrounds eating your funnel cakes trying to decide what to do next. 

Suddenly you see something big and fluffy out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head to get a better look you see the biggest stuffed bear you have ever seen in your life. Its big eyes track you as you walk past, begging you to take him home with you,

“Ken ken,” you say tugging on his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.

“What is it?”

“Look at that big boy,” you say pointing to the bear with literal hearts in your eyes. “We have to take him home with us.”

“Y/n,” he sighs looking at the adorable mountain of fur that has seduced you with its pretty red bow and stitched smile. “That won't fit in our car and those games are always rigged.” “I’ll make it fit, Ken Ken.” you plead, looking into his golden eyes ignoring his warning about the integrity of the carnival game in favor of the prize.

“Fine, but you'll have to carry it.” he relents pulling out his wallet and heading towards the booth. 

The bright colors of the balloon darts are a straight contrast to the operator. His dark smile and candy-striped waistcoat make you feel uneasy as you approach. 

“Well hello there little lady, want to try ur luck at the balloon darts?” he coos using his wooden cane to bat at the dangling prizes above his head. 

“Yeah, I think I wanna try it out.” you chirp as your boyfriend hands you some money for your first attempt at balloon darts. 

“Wonderful, well all ya have ta do is hit three of them little balloons with these darts to win a prize.”

“Even that one? you say pointing up at the bear that enticed you to the stand.

His gaze follows your finger over to the plushie “Oh you mean Honey Pot? Well, he and I have been together for a while. But if you can pop a balloon with each dart then he’s all yours.”

“ Really! Do you mean that?“ You say happily moving over to the starting platform where a plate of darts sits. All the while Kenma stands back and carefully analyzes the booth with a cat-like gaze that sends shivers down the vendor's spine.

“Whatta bout you, young man, ya gonna give it a shot?” the man says, can I respond with a nonchalant sugar his shoulders turning attention back to you.

You pick up the first dart feeling the cool metal between your fingertips as you throw it towards a balloon. Whether it be skill or luck, somehow you manage to strike a low-hanging blue one and a bit of glitter comes out and sprinkles down to the pavement as you smile to yourself.

“Good throw, just a few more, and Honey Pot up there is all yours” the man cheers.

 Feeling confident you throw another dart, It nails a smaller green balloon as glitter rains down again. “One more,” you murmur clenching your fist. 

Picking up the last dart you take a deep breath in, as you exhale and release the dart simultaneously. It seems to be traveling in slow motion heading towards a small pink balloon in the center of the board

The dart strikes the center of the balloon but bounces off. It falls to the ground clanging against the pavement.

“Oh you were so close too!” the man tsks jutting out his bottom lip

“I hit the balloon… but it didn't pop, you had to have seen it,” you say pointing at the dart.

“Sorry, you’ve gotta pop the balloons to win the prize, wanna go again? He smiles holding out his hand.

Just as you are about to fork over more money Kenma finally makes his presence known. He gently grabs hold of your wrist and looks at you.

“I'll go this turn, you'll get your bear,” he murmurs into your ear taking his money from your hand. “I’ll play this time,” he says giving the money to the man and stepping up to the booth.

He carefully picks up the replaced metal darts and examines it carefully. “I’m ready,” he says staring at the man with an unblinking gaze.

Without a word, he picks up the first dart and carelessly tosses it to the floor. You look on in shock as he does the same thing with the other two.

“Oops, would you look at that I guess I lost” 

“Ken, what was that for?” you ask gently reaching out to touch his shoulder. Your fingers grip his sleeve. Tugging him around you see a smirk has twisted over his features that has the booth operator shaking in his leather shoes. 

His features soften when his eyes meet your own “Could you go and get us some drinks?” Kenma says before stepping towards the man with the smirk fully returned to his face “I’ll just be a minute.”

With a nod, you awkwardly step away from the booth wondering what in the hell just happened. 

~

Kenma watches as you walk away. Once he is sure you are out of sight he turns his attention back to the con man in front of him.

“ you know just as well as I do that she would’ve won that prize.” 

Bees of sweat drip down the man’s forehead “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do, well she may not call you out on it but I will. You dulled the darts and the balloons in the center are elastic not rubber. No matter how many darts hit them they will not pop.” Kenna’s calm intensity turns into something more predatory.

The man nervously looks around, “hey, shuttup. If people hear you they’ll shut me down.”

“Give me the bear and I will.” you boyfriend barters.

~

A few minutes pass as you head back to the booth drinks in hand seeing Kenma lean up against a wooden sign.

“Hey Ken ken, I got the drinks,” you say as he turns his head and greets you with that soft smile of his.

“And I got you this..” he says pushing aside the wooden sign to reveal the large stuffed bear you tried to get earlier.

Your eyes widen in shock“You won the game?” 

“Not exactly, I just had a nice talk with the man, after we were done,”

“I seriously doubt that.”

[julesthoughts]

Revenge of the Rotten Tomatoes

A/N: I was asked to turn one of my dreams into a short story. Thanks goes out to @hacked-by-jake Discord Server. The story is just bullshit my brain made up. Enjoy. :)

Words: 694

Requested from: @hacked-by-jake, @itsnotzka, @fem-moony, @julesisreading, @anabellerose96, @miss-celestia13

TW: I don't know, Violence and fighting scenes. xD

I came home from work exhausted. I quickly changed and then went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. When I wanted to cut the tomatoes, I saw that they were already rotten, "Eww, no tomatoes today." I threw away the tomatoes and ate my sandwich. It was tasty, but the juicy tomato was missing. After I finished the sandwich, I quickly brushed my teeth and then watched some TV while I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up early to the sound of loud banging noises. I went outside to see what was going on, the first thing I heard was panicked screams. I saw a young woman run past my house and get pierced by a green spike. She screamed, looked at me and asked for my help. I ran to her, and another green spike hit her. She kept running until she eventually fell down and stopped moving.

I wanted to run to her when a green spike grazed my arm. I turned around and couldn't believe what I saw there. I ran back into my house and opened the bin, my tomatoes! They were gone. Those out there were the tomatoes I threw away last night!

My cell phone rang, and I saw Jake's name on my display. I took the call, and I heard a panicked Jake, "MC! I hacked your laptop's camera, I saw the tomatoes leave your trash can and roll out of your house. We must do something. I'm on your doorstep, I have guns with me. Come out, we must save the world. And bring a trash bag!”

I saw that I had several notifications of breaking news that tomatoes were attacking the city. That was real! What have I done?! I hung up and stormed out the front door. He handed me one of his guns and stuffed the trash bag into his backpack. We ran out into the street and there were 6 tomatoes. They turned to us and let themselves roll towards us. Jake yelled, "Dodge!"

Why were they so big? No time to ask questions! Action is appropriate! I shot the first tomato and it popped but it healed on its own. I looked helplessly at Jake, and he shouted, "The stalks! Shoot the stalks!"

I shot the stalks and the first tomato popped and deflated like a burst balloon. The liquid spilled all over the street and I had some of its seeds stuck to my clothes. The other tomatoes got angry, and their green leaves turned into spikes and spun like a circular saw. A thousand green spikes flew at us like mad. I did an air roll and hid behind my house wall.

Jake shot one of the stalks of the tomatoes and the next tomato burst and its liquid ran like a river across the street. I did several air rolls until I was across the street and standing next to Jake. He pressed himself against the wall of the house and with one quick movement he shot the nearest stalk. "Three left," I stated, shooting for the next one.

I shot again and then again. My gun was empty, Jake nodded knowingly and fired at the last tomato. When the last tomato burst, we went to the place where the huge ones were before. There they were, my tomatoes from last night. In their original size and rottenness. Jake pulled the trash bag out of his backpack and held it open while I tossed the tomatoes into the trash bag. One of them tried to bite me, but I managed to throw it in the trash bag.

Jake tied the garbage bag shut and I stepped on the bag with all my might and crushed the tomatoes. We went home and showered after this adventure. In the evening we invited the others and we all sat together around a cozy campfire. I threw the tomatoes on the fire and let them burn there so nothing like this could ever happen again. We talked and laughed, but there was something we didn't know.

We forgot to throw away one tomato.

It was still out there...

[professorrw]

Don't Fake It

marvel masterlist

Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Request: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. Then after, she apologizes for faking it and it gets kinda fluffy because hes like “hey, its not good for me if you’re not having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if i’m that desperate.”

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, faking an orgasm, protected sex, rough sex

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Sleep was calling your name, digging its claws into you and dragging you into the dark depths of slumber. But there was something stopping it. That thing was Peter. He was wide awake and his sex drive was in full throttle. You weren’t feeling up to it though. The long day at work had taken a toll on you, and the only thing you wanted to do was go to sleep.

You loved Peter, everything about him. You didn’t want to deny him sex, especially when he was being so sweet about it. Your back was to him so he could cuddle you while you slept, but he started to kiss your shoulders and the part of your back that was exposed by your tank top.

“Mmm what is it baby?” you asked groggily.

“I want you,” he replied unashamedly. You could feel Quill shifting his weight behind you. He was peering over your shoulder, trying to look at you. He had missed you all day and you were finally home. What he didn’t know was that you were tired, and not in the mood.

“Oh really?” you mumbled.

“Mhm, I missed you today.” You couldn’t see him but by his sweet tone of voice you could tell that he was sticking his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You smiled and turned around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You know you're adorable right?" you teased.

He smiled, "I know, that's why you can't resist all of this." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. He was just too cute. You didn't want to tell him no.

When you stopped laughing he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss quickly elevated, his hand snaking up your tight shirt and pressing heat against your lower abdomen. While your eyes were closed, sleep called your name once more, but you ignored it.

Peter pulled back for a minute and reached over to the night stand. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down and put it on, tossing the wrapper back onto the table. He switched positions and crawled on top of you. His face drew closer and he kissed you while he pulled down your sweat shorts.

He got the lube too and squirted some on his covered dick and rubbed the leftovers around near your entrance. With dick in hand he guided his length into you, easing it in as to not hurt you. He let out a long sigh when he got to moving. At least he was feeling good, you thought. Peter was making you feel good too, but you were so tired that if it weren't for the movement you would have fallen asleep.

The pleasure wasn't building like it usually did. You wanted to cum, you wanted to show Peter that he was doing a good job. But you weren't feeling it, and you knew you weren't going to cum. You didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings so as he reached his peak speed and his head lolled back you moaned extra loud, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," he groaned back. His hips pounded into you and his balls slapped against you as he came in his condom. You kept on moaning a little, acting like you had actually cum too.

Peter slowed then pulled out. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the bathroom to clean up. He went to take his condom off and realized there was no cum on the outside of it. You said you had cum, but there wasn't anything other than lube on there. Quill didn't want to assume you had faked it, but he didn't want to ask right away either.

He threw the condom away and went back to your bedroom. You were already out cold, and when Peter saw he sighed and crawled into bed, completely dejected. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t make you cum, and a little annoyed that you wouldn’t just tell him. But he let those thoughts drift away so he could fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early for work again. Peter was still asleep so you didn’t wake him and instead went about your morning routine. Three minutes before you needed to leave you wrote a little note on the refrigerator for him, “I hope you slept well hunny, I’ve already left for work by the time you wake up but I just wanted to say I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

About an hour later Quill rolled out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He wasn’t a morning person by any means. The coffee machine beeped and he pushed himself off of the counter to pour himself a cup. He set his mug down on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get milk and creamer. Your note, which he noticed just then, made him stop mid pull. He shut the refrigerator and took the note off so he could get a better look at it. A tired smile spread on his face.

Then he remembered last night. It was odd that there wasn’t anything on his condom, and you didn’t get up to clean yourself off right after he did. Now that he thought about it, you went straight to sleep. How unusual. He pushed the thought aside and decided he would bring it up later. It wasn’t making him mad, but he was a little wounded that you had faked it, or if you even did fake it.

Lucky for you, work was slow and you got off early. On the way home you picked up lunch for you and Peter. It was in a way an apology for your tiredness last night and faking your orgasm, whether he knew about it or not.

Keys jingling together you unlock the door and step in with takeout in hand. “Quill I’m home!” you shout.

He power walks out of the bedroom and just about tackles you into a bear hug. You giggle and kiss his stubbled cheek. “I missed you,” you say into his ear.

“I missed you moooore,” he replies. “How was work?”

“Better than yesterday, I’ll tell you that. Plus I got off early, so that’s even better. I get to spend more time with you.” You kiss his cheek again and he smiles before setting you back down. The food gets set on the kitchen counter and you pull out the chinese you got. You hand Peter his usual order and take out your own.

There’s only the quiet sound of eating for a few minutes before Peter says something. “Y/N I need to ask you something.”

You look over at him. He rarely calls you by your first name. That means he’s being serious. “What is it?”

He wants to ask about your orgasm but you’re right in the middle of eating and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. He can just ask later, he thinks to himself. He thinks of something else to ask and quickly thinks of, “Can you pass me some soy sauce?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him but hand him a few packs and go back to eating.

Later that night, a few hours later, you were laying in bed doing nothing in particular. Thoughts of last night were filling both your heads. Peter was set on trying to ask you about it, and you were set on trying to make up for it.

The both of you were sitting up in bed and you set your phone down on your bedside table and leaned over. You set a hand on Peter’s bare chest and he instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes shot to yours, a sly smile on your face. He could tell exactly what it was you wanted.

“Peter,” you whispered against his lips. Your mouth was an inch away from his and your eyes were drifting between his and his lips. He parted his mouth and leaned forward, capturing you before you could make a move. You were trying to take the lead, but he wasn’t letting you.

He overpowered you, flipping you around and putting you on your knees. His bulge was against your ass and he was rubbing circles against it. The intensity he was showing was like nothing before. Whatever it was that was riling him up you needed to find out. It would have to wait until later though, because your panties being dragged down your thighs was the only thing you could think of.

A condom and lube had already been taken out of the drawer, and Peter was putting them on. The room was silent other than the rustling of sheets and your heart hammering in your chest. Then there was the squirting of the lube and you knew it was about to come. The cold goo was smeared on your folds and slightly inside of them by Quill’s rough fingers.

His tip, covered by a condom, was right at your entrance in a second, and in just one more, it was inside you. Your whole body was pushed forward with the force that Peter was thrusting. You were moaning and panting, and he was smiling between his own groans. His goal was to make sure you never had to fake an orgasm again. And with the way things were going you wouldn’t need to.

“Oh- Oh my god!” The way he was slamming into you was so quick and hard the pressure inside of you was building like a balloon being blown up.

His hands were holding you and keeping you from falling over. If they weren’t you would have smacked into the headboard. You couldn’t stay on your hands any longer, you dropped to your elbows, back making a beautiful arch for Quill.

The unbearable speed was tiring Quill out, but it was also making his orgasm come even quicker. He grabbed your shoulders, giving himself even more leverage to thrust with.

Your knees were trembling, jelly below you. But you wouldn’t have to hold that position for much longer. That balloon inside you popped like too much air had been blown into it. Your walls clenched around Peter’s cock, and the cum he was searching for yesterday covered his condom. He kept his pace, legs killing him and pelvis hitting your ass.

He let out a loud groan, and cum leaked and squirted from his tip. He let go of your shoulders, seeing a red handprint there. He pulled out of you, your cum dribbling out when he did. He smiled, satisfied that he had done what he set out to do.

Your lower half ached and you all but collapsed onto your pillows. You flipped over and saw Peter above you, buttcheeks against the heels of his feet and catching his breath. You laughed just a little and he opened his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“That was something else,” you admitted with a smile.

“Good.” He crawled onto his stomach and laid next to you with his head on his arms. You scooted over closer to him, laying on your back with your hands set on your stomach.

“Y/N,” he sat up, “last night,” he started.

“I already know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just super tired last night and I didn’t want to deny you.” You looked down at your stomach but Peter turned your face back to his with his thumb.

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I didn’t catch that you weren’t in the mood. If you ever don’t want to do stuff just tell me okay? I won’t be upset. Besides, it’s not good for me if you aren’t having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if I get that desperate.” He waved his right hand and grinned.

You giggled, “I promise I won’t do it again.”