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Latibule Season 2: Epilogue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which it all ends

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: You know....I never find it hard to say goodbye to the characters I've written so far, until this. Latibule has such a hold on me. I'm both sad and at peace now that their story has come to an end. Thank you soooo much for staying with me til the end. I hope you know you loving this story change my life as an author <3

Masterlist, Latibule 2.VIII

Epilogue

Min Yoongi’s POV

Min Yoongi was someone who believed that no one could change his destiny but himself. He was someone who strongly believed that his will alone could change his fate.

No. Scratch that, he was someone who was hardly a believer of destiny.

He believed in himself.

He could change anything to his own gain, manipulate any situation that would best benefit him and remove anyone that he deemed to be a hindrance to his goals.

He firmly believed in all those things. So why then couldn’t he shake you off? Why then couldn’t he pull himself away from you when you were a glaring outlier in his world?

You were just one good Samaritan who saved the devil himself, unknowing that by doing so would change the trajectory of your life. Not knowing that by doing so would inevitably entangle your life so tightly with him.

Had you not saved him that night, he was certain he would have never known what it felt like to touch heaven.

Had you not shown him softness, he would have gone in his merry way as he destroyed everything that crossed his path.

You didn’t belong in his world. You were everything good, everything pure, that he never should have even dared to want. And yet, here he was—staying in a house filled with warmth he didn’t know he’d been missing, warmth he didn’t deserve. Yet, here he was, ingraining his own self to your life as though he had a place in it. Yet…here he was, pretending to be a good man for you.

If you didn’t belong with him, why then did he think of you as an angel to his evilness? Why then couldn’t he tear himself away from you?

Why then when Seokjin showed up in that place did he feel that crippling anxiety that you would leave him if you knew who he really was?

Why then did he feel panic like never before with the thought of you leaving him?

Why then did he choose to stay with you instead of returning to his world?

You were a conundrum to his plans. A riddle he couldn’t solve.

And yet, he couldn’t help but love you. He couldn’t help but consume you. He couldn’t help but give you every good left in him. He couldn’t help but tie you so tightly with him that leaving him would hurt the two of you. He couldn’t help but feel his heart thaw at every softness you showed him.

If you could love someone like him, then maybe…maybe he wasn’t a lost cause, right? Maybe he was still redeemable. Maybe, he too deserved to be happy.

But then, destiny that he didn’t believe in deemed it necessary to snatch you away from his grasp. Fate made him suffer, reminding him that he was powerless despite how strong he thought himself to be. Providence ripped you away from his grasp.

He ridiculously thought of himself as invincible, as someone who was too powerful to even think that all the things he did in the past would eventually come for him.

All evidence pointed out that you were gone in this world, that you went somewhere he couldn’t follow. Those things meant nothing to him. He thoroughly believed that he would feel it in his fucking heart if you were truly gone. But that bastardly thing kept on beating. If your heart stopped beating, shouldn’t his have, too? However, despite his unwavering belief that he would find you again, the silence of your absence was more deafening than he ever could have imagined.

When he found you again, he couldn’t understand how he could feel such a mixture of relief and sorrow. The sight of you—broken, lost in a way he hadn’t prepared for—shattered something deep inside him. He hadn’t seen the signs. He failed to see the signs that he, himself, should have been the first to see. The signs of your failing eyesight, the small, subtle shifts in your behavior, the way you had been fading without him even noticing. It was in the way you looked at the stars each night without fail as though you were committing them to memory. It was in the way you looked at him each night and gently touch his face when you thought he was asleep.

The truth that you’d suffered alone, that you must have felt powerless as your vision dimmed over the years, was a weight he wasn’t ready to carry.

The truth that you had gone all through that, all while giving birth to his son and raising him alone was unimaginable. You went through all that while under Hoseok’s manipulation.

He could fix this, he told himself. Regardless of the situation, he would give you back your sight because you gave him peace.

But then he realized you had given him more than just love, more than just peace—you had given him something he never thought possible: a family of his own. And in that moment, he swore to himself that he would give you everything, as long as you stayed by his side.

He could feel it now—he was finally grasping everything he’d ever wanted, so close he could almost touch it.

But then, the darkness of his past caught up with him. Was this what they called karma? Was this fate’s cruel way of showing him that the water was always within reach, but he could never quite quench his thirst?

He had just gotten you back, and now, he was losing you again.

But, as he always believed, Min Yoongi was someone who never lost to fate, more so now that he knew he had a family of his on to protect.

You didn’t know what woke you up from your deep slumber.

Was it your body telling you that you needed to get up because someone desperately needed you?

Was it the voices floating around urging you to open your eyes?

Was it the heavy pain in your heart that was begging you to stay alive, that it wasn’t your time yet?

Or was it the sound of someone reprimanding another on the noise?

“Sir! I told you repeatedly – repeatedly, that this is a hospital room and not your house! You cannot play video games so loudly at this hour! And you! A patient is resting! Stop watching a movie beside him! I swear to God, I am going to kick your asses out of this hospital!”

You could almost picture the nurse’s hands on her hips, her voice firm and commanding, taking no nonsense from anyone, even in a place like this.

“Ajumma, I got you your favorite coffee. Are you really going to kick me out?”

The playful, teasing voice cut through the tension, and you could hear the pout in Jimin’s voice. You had to smile, even if you didn’t quite understand what he was doing here. Jimin’s voice, so light and innocent, was in sharp contrast to the life he led outside these sterile walls. The weight of the world was never as evident as it was when his lips curved into that angelic smile, the one that somehow always seemed to mask the storm raging underneath.

Slowly, you opened your heavy eyes, the light blinding you for a moment. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the brightness around you. The air was thick, heavy with what smelled like antiseptic, and there was a pounding ache in your head. You tried to shift but the pain in your arm reminded you that something had happened. Your body felt foreign, as if you were waking up from a long, deep sleep, the kind that made you forget who you were, forget where you were, and most importantly—forget how you had ended up here.

But then, the memories came rushing back like a flood.

The attack.

The gunfire.

The blood.

The screeching tires as Hoseok fought with everything he had to protect the two of you. The chaos. The fear. The moment when you thought your life was about to slip through your fingers like sand, and worse, that your son would be left alone in this world.

“Of course, not you! You’re an angel!” The nurse’s voice softened, and you could almost hear her smile, though you couldn’t quite see her yet. “I’m talking about these two!”

“But nurse, aren’t you the one being loud now? You woke noona up,” Taehyung offhandedly commented as he watched you nonchalantly with his dark eyes. He was seated beside a second hospital bed identical to yours. Your limited vision hindered you from seeing a man lying there that had several apparatuses attached to his pale skin, his breathing deep and even as he slumbered.

You frowned, the realization was slow but sure.

You were alive.

“J-Ji-Jiwon,” you called out weakly, your throat dried. It did feel like you had been out for weeks, if not months. You didn’t know. And not knowing was making you panic. You tried sitting up, but your muscles were aching and were weak from non-usage. The sound emitted from the heart monitor was rapid, prompting the nurse to call for a doctor all while the Jungkook and Jimin attempted to calm you down.

“Noona, you have to calm down. You’ve been in a coma for more than a month–”

You met Jimin’s eyes, reaching for his hand. The tears in your eyes further impaired vision. “Jiwon?” you asked in a shaking voice and it was barely a whisper. You needed to know that he was safe. You needed to know that he was not suffering. You could not live with yourself if you survived, and he did not. The mere thought was simply too much to bear.

He squeezed your hand once, “He’s okay, noona. Namjoon and his family are taking care of him right now.”

“Really?” you asked despite the tears falling down your face. “He’s okay? He’s not hurt, right?”

He smiled at you. “Jiwon is okay. You and Hoseok protected him. In fact, he’s taken a liking at Namjoon’s son. You should see the headache Namjoon’s gotten from the shenanigans of those two. They are inseparable, noona,” Jimin replied in a soft voice. What he said to you was enough to calm you down for now. He was okay.

Your son was okay.

“Ah, my patient is awake,” Kim Seokjin remarked dryly, but even as he did so there was as brief signs of relief and fondness in his eyes before they were washed away by his easygoing demeanor. “I will give you a customer loyalty card as soon as I discharge you. You, Yoongi’s angel, are always here,”

“You probably know the drill by now, let’s see your chart,” he stood beside your bed as he read your chart from his tablet, making a humming noise before tapping his finger on the screen twice. His finger tapped the screen twice, his gaze flickering between you and the notes. “Right, everything looks good. But you still have to undergo several tests before I can clear you. You’ve been asleep for awhile. Now, let’s see,” he stated before he gestured to the nurses behind him for something. “Okay, Y/N, I’m going to remove your bandage now.”

What bandage?

Slowly and with precise movements, Kim Seokjin carefully began to unwrap the gauze from around your left eye, the soft rustling of the material making you feel more aware of the vulnerability of the moment. It felt like a strange shift in time—like everything before this, everything that had happened to you, was suspended. You couldn’t recall when the bandage had been put on, or why it was there in the first place. You flinched slightly as the air touched the sensitive skin.

“You’re healing well,” he remarked as he instructed you to follow the light emitting from his pen. “The eye is reacting better than I could have hoped for. For now, your body is not rejecting the transplant, let’s just hope that it fully accepts the transplant. Your eyesight will be blurry for a few months until it eventually gets better.”

You blinked and shifted away from him. You were so panicked since you woke up that you barely noted anything about your well-being.

“What… what transplant?” Your voice came out breathless, too weak to hold the tremor. The world around you felt unsteady, and nothing made sense. Your mind was still grasping at fragments, trying to piece them together.

“That crazy bastard gave you one of his eyes,” Seokjin replied with a tilt of his chin to the second bed in the room. Jimin and Jungkook stepped away to reveal Min Yoongi. He was asleep, just like you had been moments ago. He had a bandage on his right eye, the side that didn’t have the scar.

Seokjin imparted that the car crash had accelerated the deterioration of your sight. You ran out of time. He finally revealed that before the chaos even began, Yoongi spoke to him. Should everything else fails, your well-being should be prioritized instead of him. He said that he would give you everything, even his sight, because you gave him his dreams. You gave him a family.

Jungkook assisted you when you moved to him. He held your arm gently as you walked step by step to your husband and sat down on the chair that Taehyung vacated. The sterile smell of the hospital room was suffocating, but the only thing you could focus on was the man lying motionless before you.

“My love? My Suga…” you called for him, lifting his uninjured hand to your cheeks. The coolness of his skin sent a shiver down your spine, but it was the wetness of your tears that dampened his pale flesh. “My husband, please wake up. I’m waiting for you. J-Jiwon is waiting for his father. We’re all waiting for you.”

Everyday since you were discharged, you visited him. Oftentimes with Jiwon, but on some days when you felt the weight of the situation, you went alone. After the attack, News outlets flooded the scene, broadcasting every grim detail of what had happened to South Korea’s beloved chief of police. Everyone in the country knew of what happened. All the underhanded, illegal dealings of the politician fully came to light with the help of Jungkook and Namjoon’s skills.

But even more carefully orchestrated was the way the Bangtan dealt with the situation. They had planted false evidence, skillfully shifting the blame onto the senator and wiping out any trace of the Bangtan organization. With the downfall and death of the senator, the existence of the Bangtan appeared to cease. The underworld, however, wasn’t fooled. They knew better than to challenge the family that had long since ruled the shadows. The Bangtan were ruthless, and they would always come out on top.

It was a month later when Yoongi finally woke up.

You were tightly clasping his hand. You had just finished gently wiping him down. Your head was bowed down on his side, quietly crying and begging him to wake up. At this point, you felt like you were asking for a miracle. Seokjin said that Yoongi’s chart indicated that he was healing well and to surmise, there were no reasons for him to not wake up. You were feeling the most helpless when you felt a movement. It was subtle at first, a slight twitch in his hand. You held your breath, unsure if you had imagined it. Then, another. A movement. His fingers shifted, just enough to catch your attention.

Your heart stopped. You pulled your head up from his side, eyes wide in disbelief. You stared at his face—his pale features, still so familiar—and waited, holding your breath.

“Suga?”

You calling him seemed to be enough. He opened his eyes. For a moment, his gaze was unfocused, his expression distant, like he was still fighting the heaviness of sleep. But then his eyes locked with yours, and in that instant, the whole world shifted. It was then and there when you noted how his eye, the scarred one, was the only one that reacted.

“Oh my God,” you stammered, your hands shaking as you reached his face. “You came back to me.”

He blinked slowly, his lips parting as if he was trying to find the strength to speak. For a moment, there was just silence between you, his eyes searching yours, as if he couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the moment. Then, his lips quirked slightly, just enough to show he was trying to smile.

“I’m sorry… for making you wait,” he rasped, his voice rough and weak but undeniably Yoongi’s.

You chuckled despite the tears flowing down your face as you gazed at him, as you gazed at the man who had your heart from the very beginning. You looked at the man who selflessly gave a part of himself to you, his other eye unseeing, his scarred one looking at you with brimming love. “It's okay,” you breathed out, your tears falling again, but this time, they were tears of joy. “It’s fine…you know I can wait forever for you.”

Your wedding was intimate. The date had come full circle—the same day, the same month, the same season, as when you first met him. It felt like fate had orchestrated this moment with a tenderness you never thought you deserved. You never once thought that you could be as happy and as peace as you were now. His brothers were there to witness your love: Namjoon, his secretary and her child, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, and Seokjin. Looking around, you knew that weren’t going to be alone anymore.

You had a family.

Your son would never be alone.

When it came to it, Yoongi’s vow was simple: He vowed to always choose you. More so, he vowed to find you in each and every life after this, to love you just as much, if not more, to always be there to protect and take care of you.

You vowed to love him just as he was, and for him, that was more than enough.

The end

Extended epilogue:

No one would tell you anything whenever you asked about Hoseok.

You never saw him in the hospital. In fact, you never saw him since that night. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility that he didn’t make it. After all, he used his body to protect you and your son.

That night, you thought that Hoseok looked lost, that he regarded his life as nothing.

You still wondered why he did it. You still wondered why he saved you.

Despite the heroic act that he did, no one would utter his name. It was as if he simply vanished from this earth. But perhaps, Yoongi finally had enough of you asking for another man that he finally answered.

“Angel, don’t worry about him. He’s in a better place now.”

His answer only left you more questions.

Hundred kilometers away from Seoul –

A persistent knock on the door woke you from your sleep. You struggled to open your eyes as you had just fallen asleep not two hours ago. For heaven’s sake, you thought, you had barely completed one REM of sleep cycle!

But the insistent knocking from someone clearly impatient was enough to chase the drowsiness away.

You wanted to ignore it, truly, you did. But what if it was an emergency? What if it was one of the less fortunate that badly needed something? What if it was the other nuns?

You stood up and wore your conservative robe. You turned on your lamp, the small lamp brought light to your equally small room. You unlatched the lock, danger far from your mind. After all, this was the province – the farthest from the city. Secondly, the area the church was in was quite secluded, and the only people here were the nuns and the orphaned children. This was not like your life before. Here, you could go out and be assured that no one meant you harm.

At least, that was what you thought.

How wrong you were and you soon found out the intensity of your mistake.

Carelessly, you opened the door only to find your nightmare brought to life.

Min Yoongi aka Lucifer himself aka Agustd.

Also known as one of your adopted brothers.

“Miss me, little sister?”

Jung Hoseok: Full prologue on KoFi

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 days ago

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a friend of mine is a drawer and she remaiginated trein in like, his late 20s-early 30s..that man is stunning. at any age im sorry, im a lana del rey fan, i can't control simping for older men

so, for the trein asks (if it isn't too late): the staff room is in chaos because, well, LUCIUS. cat stuff... anyway, miss raven offers to help trein and crewel (the only ones who do their job) to organise. a couple of students, i leave it up to you, get into trouble and as punishment trein puts them to help with the cleaning and such. in that, miss raven finds some photos from about 20 years ago of the staff at that time at a meeting or something. this all comes up because, trein being ✨majestic✨ as he is, i can imagine ace mumbling: "i can't believe this old man had any type of game that wasn't bingo" (he's bickering because trein looked cool and that confuses him).

it us just so funny to me, aghsksijj. please, i'm sorry if it's a little random, and thank you. take care!

I’ve seen some 20ish to 30ish year old Trein fan arts and edits floating around! ^^ I’m sure he was a handsome and dapper guy in his youth just as much as he is as an older gentleman.

Decided to go with Ace (since he was mentioned in the ask) and Sebek (since they canonically have Magic Analysis/Enigmics together and don’t get along).

I mention Trein's late wife in this; if you know The Great Ace Attorney, I based Mrs. Trein's outfit off of Jezail Brett's look.

A Storied Past.

Lucius’s moods were always made clear and broadcasted to the school. They started with a CRASH and a BANG from the teacher’s lounge, followed by a cacophony of hissing and claws upon any hard surface he could find. A chalkboard, loose fabrics, wooden desks and chairs. Glass smashing, important documents shredded.

Today was another one of those days.

Trein had managed to pry his familiar from the curtains. (Crewel bent, inspecting the remains of them—mere tatters—and tutting.) The foul feline was tucked under his master’s arm like a plump, grumpy pillow, limbs flailing in a futile attempt to escape.

“I do apologize for Lucius’s disorderly conduct. He is not normally like this.”

Crewel pursed his lips (no doubt restraining himself from making a snide comment like, “This is precisely why dogs are preferable to cats.”). Miraculously, the well-dressed man refrained, instead tapping his pointer in an open palm. His smile was tight. “Who do you take me for Professor Trein? It’s nothing a little of Crewel-sama’s mending magic can’t fix.”

The older instructor sniffed. “Hmph, silly me. I shouldn’t underestimate the abilities of my own students. I leave it to you to handle the curtain repairs. In the meantime, I shall soothe Lucius.”

“And just who do you propose will clean up this mess of an office space? Surely you’re not thinking of putting the task on my shoulders when it was your familiar responsible for causing this catastrophe in the first place.”

“Worry not. I will send some students to take care of it."

“… What are you doing here?” Raven asked warily. It was the default when interacting with any NRC student--but especially when there was more than one of them, and both were glaring at the other. "When Professor Trein asked for volunteers, I didn't expect you two to show up."

“HE STARTED IT!!” Ace and Sebek declared, pointing at the other accusingly.

"I got put into the same group as loudmouth over here--" Ace jabbed a thumb at his peer, "--for an in-class assignment, and he started chewing me out for breathing the wrong way--"

"INSOLENCE!!" Sebek shot back, nostrils flaring like that of an enraged bull. "This human had snuck a magazine in his textbook and was reading that rather than the class materials! He had no intention on pulling his weight for the assignment, and so I rightfully chastised him for it."

"Dude, you said that if I was going to 'waste your precious time', then I should at least 'not be in your presence' while I do it?!" Ace straightened and puffed his chest out, adopting a smug expression and a haughty voice. "I'm offended to be sharing the same space and air as someone who clearly has no appreciation for his own education. I am fully capable of completing this assignment on my own. Your assistance will not be needed!!"

"I was offering sound advice! You should be grateful that I spared you any at all, human!"

"Yeah, well, you suck at giving advice!"

Raven massaged her pounding temples.

I knew it. No way would Ace willingly volunteer to help poor Professor Trein, and no way would Sebek want to stay after class instead of immediately rushing to Malleus-senpai's side.

"So what I'm hearing is that you become far too noisy and Trein berated you both and sentenced you to clean up the teacher's lounge."

"This human was going to skip his punishment, had I not chased him down and dragged him here!"

"Tch." Ace hastily glanced away, not bothering to deny the accusation.

"... Never mind that. We should get started." Raven pointed to the far ends of the room. Better position them as far away from each other as possible, or things could get explosive. "Ace, take the right, where Professor Crewel's desk begins. Sebek, the left, where the bookshelves and filing cabinets are, is yours. I'll take the middle."

"Fine by me."

"HMPH!!"

The duo split off in opposite directions.

Raven sighed. Let's get down to business.

At the center of the teacher's lounge was an ornate oak desk, items strewn about. She started to collect them: stray papers, books, quills and inks, a tea set that had spilled, and... two framed photographs. Their glasses faces were slightly cracked, but the images inside were perfectly preserved.

A pair of little girls were posed in one frame. One sported fiery crimson ringlets and wore a pink dress, the other was in a gown of green and had a big turquoise bow tucked in her short brown curls. Both had toothy grins.

In the other frame was a group of men in suits at a long crystalline table. At one end was the headmaster goofily holding up two peace signs. Raven surveyed the faces of the other adults in the picture, stopping when she came upon a handsome man in maroon robes, his dark hair slicked back--not a strand out of place--and a cat nestled in his arms. His expression was austere yet aloof, as if he was displeased with the camera pointed his way but deigned to allow it to capture his visage anyway.

On his arm was an elegant woman, her svelte figure wrapped in a gown a similar color as his robes. A wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers obscured most of her face, save for her mouth, which was painted a deep red.

"Oh, this is..."

Suddenly, a gloved hand snatched the photograph from her. The culprit, one smug Ace Trappola, held the frame out of her reach.

"H-Hey…! You're supposed to be cleaning!" Raven hissed.

"You're supposed to be cleaning!" Ace squeaked in a mocking mimic of her. "What'cha lookin' at that's so interesting anyway, huh?" He turned his head to get an eyeful of the image--and his jaw instantly dropped. "Hold up, is this TREIN?! And who's the smokin' lady next to him?!"

"Um, Mrs. Trein. Was that not obvious...?" Raven folded her arms and tapped a foot impatiently. "And that aside, it's quite rude of you to call Professor Trein's wife simply a 'smokin' lady'. Refer to her by her proper name!"

He didn't seem to hear Raven. Ace grimaced and waved the picture around as if handling a floppy pancake. "I can't believe that geezer looked this good when he was young--and he managed to bag this babe? He had game that wasn't Bingo?! Life's not fair, I tell ya!"

"CEASE YOUR INCESSANT SHOUTING!!" Sebek hollered from the other side of the room. He shoved the binders he had been rearranging back into their shelf and marched over, planting himself squarely in front of Ace. "You've already committed a number of transgressions--and now you seek to invade the privacy of your instructors?! KNOW YOUR PLACE!!"

"You're shouting ten times more than I am!!" Ace sneered. Then, wagging a finger, he slipped into a teasing tone. "You wanna see too, don't 'cha? I get it, I get it. Us teenage boys get curious about these kinds of things~"

"Hah! You would be incorrect. I have no interest in such lascivious materials. DO NOT PRESUME THAT I AM A DEGENERATE LIKE YOURSELF!!"

"That's wild comin' from a guy whose ears are turning bright red," Ace snickered.

"... I think the both of you are wildly off track now," Raven muttered. She held out her hand to Ace, palm up. "Give it back. It belongs on Professor Trein's desk--and you owe him a formal apology later for your comments."

Ace pouted. "What, about his wife and his looks? What's wrong with saying hot people are hot?"

"You also called Professor Trein a geezer," she pointed out, "implying that he has someone lost worth due to aging. I think you fail to respect your elders."

"The bird is correct!! There is far more to a man's worth than his looks." Sebek smirked. "For example, Lilia-sama is not only conventionally cute, but he is also very wise, considerate, compassionate... the complete package, nothing like you!! There is much insight we can glean from those who have come before us. Age is something to be praised, not rebuked!"

Ace frowned deeply. "... Are you seriously incapable of speaking a single sentence without brown nosing to Diasomnia or insulting literally everyone else?"

"What is going on here?"

Raven, Ace, and Sebek froze. The door to the teacher's lounge was wide open--and there, standing disapprovingly, was Professor Trein with his brows pinched together, frowning.

"There had better be a good explanation as to why the three of you are rifling through my belongings."

Her stomach lurched.

Like clockwork, Ace and Sebek pointed at each other. They parroted the same phrase that had started it all. "HE STARTED IT!"

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flowery-mess · 22 hours ago

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THE FIRE WITHIN

chapter 4 (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 m receiving, protected sex) / description of tragical call - death, explosion, burns / hospital / I think that's it, if there' anything else let me know!

Words: 10k

Author's note: And the main storyline of Tess and Noah is done❤️‍🩹 I'm gonna keep writing one shots for them, I already have a few ideas! Feel free to send me your thoughts and headcannons about them. I love this little universe a lot, so thank you for reading it❤️

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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You got back to work after one week of laying in your or Noah’s bed, pretty excited to be around people again.

You and Noah enjoyed the time you got to spend together, but it also started your first argument.

This morning your neighbour knocked on your door to tell you that she has a wet spot on her ceiling, right under your washing machine. You apologized and promised to call someone to look at it as soon as possible. But Mr. Know it all told you he can fix it. Not that you didn’t trust him, but you were in a rush to get to work on time, but he still insisted on looking at it before you leave.

You left him in the bathroom and went to pack your things. You were finishing your morning coffee when you heard loud noise and “Fuck!” followed by shits and fucking hell’s.

You found Noah covered in water and a broken pipe in his hands. He quickly covered the holes so the water wouldn’t run out, changed his clothes and finally left your apartment. The drive to the station was silent, you were mad at him and he was mad himself too.

You managed to be only half an hour late and when Nick asked you where the hell have you been you just pointed to Noah and said “Ask him.”

His hair was still wet and with a dramatic roll of his eyes he went to change in the locker room.

It wasn’t a big argument, but it was your first and you didn’t know how to act now, so you avoided Noah as much as you could.

There was a call where you had to join the crew. In the end it wasn’t anything big. Older man in his late 70s locked himself in a bedroom and didn’t come out for hours, his wife got scared and called 911. Because she was scared and panicking, they also sent you in case the man was in danger. He wasn’t, he wanted to change their door lock and when he sat down on the bed to read the manual he fell asleep.

He was telling you the story as you stood next to Noah and Jason who were repairing the broken door.

“How smart of you to read the manual first.” you said loud enough for Noah to hear.

“Hold this Jason.” Noah instructed the probie ( = a firefighter who has recently joined a department).

“Are you sure you don’t want Jason to do it? Maybe he’s not as clumsy as you are today.”

Jason looked very uncomfortable, feeling like a third wheel between you.

“You know what, why don’t you go check on Ms. Black and have tea with her?” Noah bit back.

Before you could protest, Mr. Black grabbed your shoulders and led you to their kitchen “He’s right sweetheart, let us treat you.”

The ride back was silent and back at the station you hid in your office again.

When you were packing your things you were contemplating your options, you either leave without saying bye or swallow your pride and apologize.

Before you could choose one option the door to your office opened and you saw Noah standing there. You kept staring at each other for a minute, both obviously thinking about the same thing.

He was the first one to say “I’m sorry for this morning. And for the call.”

“I’m sorry too. I know you just wanted to help and I should’ve kept my mouth shut on the call.”

“I should’ve read the manual first.” Noah said and his mouth twitched with a smile.

“You really should have.” you laughed, the picture of Noah kneeling in front of the washing machine with wet t-shirt was suddenly more funny then it was in the morning.

You took your bag and made your way to him, still between your doors.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” you whispered and put your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah.” he brushed his nose along your cheekbone before giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips.

—

Nights without Noah were always cold and lonely, but you still waltzed with a smile into the station. You met some of the guys from A shift already leaving, so you made your way to their lockers to make sure you don’t miss Noah on his way out.

“Good morning.” you smiled at him when he came out of the room.

“Morning.” he didn’t smile back.

“What’s up?” you were scared that he was still mad from yesterday.

“Cap wants to talk to us again.”

“Oh no.”

You walked together to the captain’s office like two school kids that got in trouble. He spared you the “I knock you talk.” argument when he opened the door as if he was expecting you.

“Thanks for coming, sit down.” you couldn’t read his emotions, but the atmosphere in the room spoke for itself. “I have good and bad news for you. Good news, your complaint came back, captain Wilson’s pay will be reduced for the next six months.”

You heard Noah scoff next to you, he was furious. That man risked your life and he only gets his pay cut.

“I’m gonna go straight to the point. Bad news, one of you will have to change stations.”

“What?” Noah was now sitting straight after hearing that.

“There were complaints from someone that they don’t feel safe with you working together on a call, saying you get easily distracted. You’ve been seen sneaking around the station and also having arguments on calls. That person told me they want me to do something about it and I don’t want to risk them taking it higher.”

“That’s bullshit! We don’t interact on calls and we had one argument on yesterday's call.” Noah protested. Then it hit you, Jason. He was new here and he was with you yesterday.

“I’m sorry Noah, I can’t risk my career for you. I don’t want to be the one that makes the decision, so please, let me know who’s going to leave 25 as soon as possible. You can go now.”

“But-”

“Noah.” you told him, seeing no point in arguing.

Noah followed you to your office and even by the way he walked you knew he was angry.

“He can’t do that.”

“You know he can.” you led him to your couch and when he sat down you straddled his lap.

“I like working with you.” he pouted and made puppy eyes at you.

“I like working with you too, but we knew from the beginning that this was a risky idea.” you ran your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. He rested his hands on your hips and made putty lips. You laughed at his childish behaviour, but leaned down to kiss his lips.

“I don’t want to decide who’s gonna leave.” he rested his forehead on yours and said between taking breaths.

“It’s gonna be me, I thought that’s obvious.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Of course it’s going to be you.

“What do you mean?” “Noah, this is your station. Your crew, your friends. You’ve been here for years, I’m not gonna let you even think about leaving.” you stated the obvious.

“But they like you too.”

“Nuh uh, there is no room for discussion. I’m gonna ask John to switch stations with me. That way I know you’ll be in good hands. Also, he’s at 19 so I know the guys there too. And it’s still close to your place.”

“Tessa.” he felt bad, but he knew you were right. It made more sense for you to leave.

“I can still go out with you and the guys, it’s not like I’ll never see them again. Don’t make this harder than it is.” you silenced another one of his attempts to argue with kissing him again.

You rocked your hips against his and felt his grip on your waist tighten.

“What are you doing?” he had a smirk on his face when he leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking up at you.

“Using our last chance to sneak around for one more time.” you said and rolled your hips again, already feeling the bulge in Noah’s pants.

—

You told your captain the decision on the same day and the guys insisted on taking you out as a member of station 25 for the last time on Friday, because you were starting at 19 on Monday.

Noah was very touchy and clingy even before you left his apartment, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of you at the bar.

His hand was either on your thigh, around your shoulders or interlocked with yours on the table. He was making heart eyes at you every time you were speaking to someone and he earned a few comments from the boys. But he didn’t mind, he wanted everyone to know he loves you.

“I think we should leave.” he whispered in your ear when you leaned into his side.

“Why so soon, lieutenant?” you teased him with his rank and your hand on his thigh.

“I think we’ll have more fun in my bed than here playing darts, hm? Let’s go.” he nudged your shoulder with his.

“Is that an order lieutenant?” he just growled in your ear and took your hand in his. He barely said bye to the guys and threw some cash on the table for your drinks. He threw the cash also at the driver of uber when he stopped in front of the building where Noah’s apartment was.

Together you moved messily through Noah’s place, clothes flying everywhere until you were both left in your underwear and in his bedroom.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, so pretty.” Noah gave you compliments when he positioned himself above you. “So pretty and all mine.” he nudged your clothed breasts with his nose, teasing you with his tongue around the hem of your bra.

“Take it off lieutenant.” you whispered into his hair and when he looked up at you his eyes were dark and full of hunger. He has a rank kink, confirmed. “Do you like it when I call you that, lieutenant Sebastian?”

He took both of your hands in his and pinned them over your head. His dick was begging to be released and you desperately wanted to touch him. But his grip on your hands remained strong and he used his other to slide your panties to the side and wet his fingers in your juices.

“So wet, all for me.” he tortured you with his fingers sliding between your folds, carefully avoiding your clit. He was looking at you squirming under him and he was enjoying himself.

“Noah, I need you.” as much as you loved his fingers and mouth on your pussy, tonight his possessiveness made you eager for his dick.

“You have to wait baby.” he continued teasing your pussy, finally applying pressure to your swollen clit. “You like that huh?”

“Yes.” you moaned in response.

He saw the way you were squirming under him and knew you’re not going to last long. He rolled your bodies over so you were on top of him. You regained your dominance and used your nails to slide down his chest, even over his sensitive nipples.

You leaned down to kiss him while he slid his underwear to the middle of his thighs.

“Ride my dick pretty girl.” pretty girl, if he was already inside you he would feel the squeezing of your walls at the nickname. You quickly pulled out a condom from the first drawer and rolled it down on Noah’s hard dick.

Your hand reached down to pull your panties more to the side and then line his cock to your entrance. You sank down and took him fully in, moaning at the feeling of stretch and fullness it gave you.

“Noah fuck.” he let you get used to it, kissed your forehead and rubbed soothing circles on your thighs. After a while he used his strong hands to start guiding your hips, moving you up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, ride my cock. Just like that.” he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were sitting on top of him, looking like a goddess. Your eyes were closed and mouth open, the sexiest of moans leaving your lips when he hit the sensitive spot inside you. He reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor.

He guided your hands until you were touching your boobs, squeezing them and teasing your nipples.

“Feels good huh?” Noah asked you when he noticed your fingers playing with your nipples. He liked this position, fully inside you with the best view.

“Noah I’m close.” you dropped your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself before quickening your pace. Noah’s hips met you halfway, lifting himself from the bed so he could see you fall apart on his dick.

“Let go, I got you pretty girl.” he encouraged you and you felt his fingers on your clit. It didn’t take more than five strokes and you were spasming around him. Your legs were shaking from the intense orgasm and Noah was still fucking into you.

He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you down to kiss you. As he gave you messy kisses you felt him cum. You continued moving your hips slowly to ride your orgasms out until he stopped you from being too sensitive.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” he whispered to your ear when you collapsed next to him.

He carried you to the shower and made sure to wash every inch of your body. You had those three words on the tip of your tongue when you saw his focused face on washing your hair, his fingers softly massaging your scalp, careful not to hurt you.

“I’m so tired.” you said instead, leaning your head against his chest.

“Almost done here.” he rinsed the shampoo out of your hair and then wrapped you in a big black towel.

In silence you both did your night routine by the sink, enjoying the domestic side of your relationship.

You felt like you wouldn’t fall asleep if you finally didn’t tell him your feelings. You took his phone out of his hands and laid it next to him. You weren’t scared, you didn’t need him to say it back immediately, you just wanted him to know.

“Noah I want you to know that you make me really happy, I feel like the happiest girl on earth when I’m with you.” you leaned your forehead against his and his lips turned into the cutest smile. He knew what was about to happen.

“Noah I,” you couldn’t keep eye contact and your breath was shaky.

“Say it.” he encouraged you with a smile. “I wanna hear it.”

You playfully smacked his chest for ruining the moment, except he didn’t, it was perfect.

“Noah, I love you.” the weight lifted from your shoulders and you could breathe again.

“Again.” he begged you.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you Noah.” you laughed at his happy face, squeezing his cheeks and giving him kisses. He let you kiss him until he was ready to say it back.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” you felt butterflies in your stomach. You were giggling so much that your cheeks started to hurt and you hid your face in the skin of his chest.

“And,” he lifted your head so he could see your face, “I have one more thing to say. I don’t want you to feel any pressure and if you say no I’ll understand.” now he looked very nervous. “Wouldn’t you like to move in with me? I was thinking and it’s closer to your station and we wouldn’t have to keep moving things between our places and-”

“Yes.” you answered.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“This is the best night ever.” you laughed at him when he threw his fist in the air, a gesture of happiness of a little kid.

After making plans for the next few days, when you’re going to move your things to his place and saying I love you a few more times, you fell asleep in the arms of a man who loves you.

—

Living with Noah was a dream. He let you rearrange some stuff saying that it’s your home now too. You had to do grocery shopping together, cooking, cleaning and anything else that comes with living with your partner.

Your favorite moments were cosy nights in. Just like today. Noah had a day off so he picked you up at work and you went to grab some groceries.

At home you started cooking dinner while Noah prepared the living room for a game and movie night. He put blankets and pillows on the sofa, making it snuggly and comfy. You both had your own “places” at the sofa, Noah’s corner was usually the place where you both ended up cuddling together.

After finishing dinner you played Mario kart together, something that Noah taught you.

“I wanna win too!” you sighed when your character finished right behind Noah’s.

“You can still win, it was just the first race.”

“But it’s not fair, you’re too good at this.” you never played games like these before, so you admitted you were bad at it. Noah didn’t care, he was just happy to have someone to play with him.

“Don’t give up.”

At the start of the next race you noticed Noah didn’t move his character and waited.

“Why are you giving me time, you’re still gonna win.” you shrugged your shoulders stating the obvious.

“You never know.”

“I don’t wanna win this way.” you focused on moving your character as fast as possible, but when Noah’s character passed by you you threw your arms in the air dramatically.

You finished second, right after Noah.

“But you’re second baby!” Noah laughed at your pout.

“I don’t like being second.” you tried to hold your laugh in, but failed when Noah looked at you over his shoulder.

“Let’s watch the movie.”

“We’re never gonna watch a movie I want, because you’re gonna win every time.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to win, don't worry.” he kissed your forehead and pulled you into his side.

It was Friday so you didn’t have to worry about setting an alarm for the next day. You fell asleep on the couch, bodies tangled together in a way you’re both gonna end up with hurting backs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

“Attention station 19! Multi-vehicle accident on Highway 25. Hazardous materials involved, possible fire, multiple victims. All units respond. Hazmat team is on the way.”

Your pager started screaming at you, telling you you’re going on the call too.

After almost a month at 19 you felt like part of the team and your cooperation on calls was smooth. John told them about you, only good things, so they gave you a warm welcome. You went out with them a few times, which were the times you missed 25 the most, but you were always welcomed to join them too.

“Tessa in the engine.” you followed your captains orders and climbed inside the big truck. You left the station in less than 5 minutes after receiving the call and you were already making a plan with your partner on how you’re going to assess the scene.

“If we’re first on the scene we take the lead and you’ll be the commander.” Travis, your partner for the day, told you. “If other stations are there first we’ll just follow their orders.”

“Agreed.” you nodded and zipped up the big jacket with your name on it.

You felt the adrenaline in your body. You felt weird, like if something was wrong. You never had a good feeling when it came to hazardous materials on scene, especially when there were wrecked cars that could explode any minute.

Reaching the scene you saw chaos. There were already a few trucks from different stations, you managed to catch one of the trucks that had 25 on it. Blue and red lights lightened up the scene, at least two dozens of firefighters running around and around 6 cars crashed within each other. Then you saw the big lorry laying on its side in a pool of fluid leaking from its back.

Your stomach twisted at the sight, you were worried for those who were still trapped in the cars.

After you opened the door, you could hear the chaos. There were people crying, screaming, begging to be saved. Orders were being shouted and the loud sirens didn’t help to ease the situation.

Noah is at work today, he must be somewhere here too, running around or getting someone from the crashed vehicle with the jaws of life. You wanted to find him and tell him to be safe, but you knew you couldn't do that. Your priority now was to help those who needed it and after you saw bodies in black plastic bags you knew it won’t be easy.

“Tess? You hear me?” Travises voice took you out of your safe bubble.

“Yeah sorry.”

“There were few casualties, there are still some people trapped in those cars. We were sent to the medical tent to treat those who were saved.”

“Sure, let’s go.” you shook off the bad feeling of your shoulders and ran in the direction of the medical tent.

Your heart hurt for the crying and bleeding people you saw. Every single person was injured, even if it was just a small scratch. There were kids who were crying for their parents. It was a heartbreaking sight.

“Hi, I’m Tessa and I’m gonna help you now, okay?” you dropped on your knees in front of a woman who couldn’t be more than 30. “Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” she was holding a blanket over her shoulders and her eyes couldn’t stop staring at the disaster happening in front of her.

“No.” she said and you could barely hear her.

“Were you alone in your car?” you had to find out how she was affected to know how to treat her.

“No.” another one word answer, but it was okay. She was in shock so even one word was a success.

“Who was with you?” you rubbed your hands up and down her arms, trying to calm her down, but it seemed like she didn’t even notice the gesture.

“My husband.” she said in a voice full of pain. “He’s dead.” she kept staring somewhere behind you.

“Was he transferred to hospital?” you needed to be sure of her husband’s condition before you talked about him as a dead person. She could see him injured and thought he was dead, when in fact he could have already been on a hospital table.

“He’s dead.” she repeated.

“What’s his name?”

“Derek.”

“And yours?”

“Shannon.”

“Okay Shannon, I’m gonna find out if Derek was in one of the ambulances for you.” you were about to stand up when she grabbed your hand.

“He’s dead. He’s in the black bag. I saw him.” and for the first time since you approached her she started crying. Tears were running down her cheeks and she started hyperventilating. She couldn’t take a breath in and when her eyes rolled to the back of her head you called a doctor over. She lost consciousness and had to be transferred to the hospital.

You had to do your job, you couldn’t be shaken up by something like this, you trained for this. But you couldn’t stop from turning around and watching the scene. More bodies were covered by the black plastic now. Tragic, this was just tragic.

In the sea of moving bodies you saw “SEBASTIAN” and you felt relief. He was okay. He was working on getting other people out of those cars.

You turned back and made your way to another woman, this time an older one.

“I’m okay sweetheart. My husband is okay too, he’s over there.” she pointed to the left where you saw an older man getting his hand treated for some minor cuts.

“Do you need anything? Blanket? Water?”

“No, there are others that need your help.” after you made sure one more time she was okay, you went to talk to a teenage boy sitting next to her.

“Hey, what's your name?” you smiled at him.

But before he could tell you that information there was a loud explosion. Everyone started to panic and a new wave of screams filled the tight space.

You turned around and saw that one of the cars exploded and the liquid caught on fire.

Your eyes scanned all of the firefighters who were running around trying to extinguish the fire, desperately searching Noah’s name. Last time you saw him he was standing next to the black car, which was now on fire.

“No. No, no, no, no.” you repeated. You felt your breath quicken and before you could think you started walking in the direction of the fire.

Karlsson. Ruffilo. Hughes. Bennett. Meyers. Carter. Those and more you could see, but the name you wanted to find the most was still nowhere to be found.

“Where are you going?” your captain caught you by your arm before you were too close to the fire.

“Noah.” you couldn’t get anything else out of your mouth.

“Monroe stand back. Get back to your job.” but you couldn’t move. Your eyes still searched for any signs of Noah and you couldn’t move.

“Monroe! You have a job to do!” he yelled in your ear. He knew you and Noah were in a relationship, but he didn’t care. You were here to do your job which you currently failed to do.

“I need to know if he’s okay.” you managed to say a full sentence.

“The only thing you need to do is your job.”

“He was standing next to the car. Just tell me he’s okay.” you begged him and tried hard not to cry.

“I will when I find out. Go back to do your job.” he repeated his orders again, but then you saw it. You saw Noah’s jacket laying next to the car and his unconscious body carried by two other men.

“Noah!” you screamed and your feet started moving on their own.

“Move! Move! Move!” the firefighter who was holding Noah’s shoulders yelled for everyone who got in their way. The paramedics were running to meet them in the safe zone with stretcher where his big body barely fit. You saw more firefighters in the same state as Noah being pulled out of the fire.

“Tessa don’t.” you heard a familiar voice behind you. You knew it was Nick without even turning around, but you couldn’t tear your eyes off Noah's body.

His eyes were closed, but his chest was going up and down, that was a good sign. Your eyes slid down to his arms and you saw burns on his skin. Some were small, but one was big, red and bleeding.

“Oh my god.” once again you couldn’t move as if you coming closer to him would hurt him even more. “Oh my god.” you cried out again.

“He needs to go to the hospital Tessa. Let them work.” Nick’s hand took yours and he tried to take you somewhere else.

“I wanna go with him.” you tried to walk towards Noah, but Nick pulled you back.

“You know you can’t.” he told you and you just stood there, watching Noah being loaded in an ambulance. Once the sirens were on and the vehicle started moving, you broke down.

“Monroe, get your ass in the truck. You’re done here.” your captain who was obviously angry yelled at you. Nick helped you to stand up, but his hands were needed with the fire.

You ran off to your truck and closed yourself inside, blocking off the sounds of tragedy. You could see Noah’s body in front of you even if you closed your eyes. You cried and cried until there were no more tears.

You failed. You failed your job, your captain, your team, you failed Noah. You knew what happened today was not going to be overlooked. That was unprofessional and if you just ruined your career, then so be it. You wanted nothing more than to know if Noah was okay. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

—

8 hours later you were finally back at the station. Everyone was silent after witnessing that kind of call. It was way past your work time and you just wanted to leave and go to the hospital.

“Monroe, my office, now.” you followed your captain, knowing that whatever was coming was unavoidable.

He closed the door behind you and started walking back and forth, meanwhile you just stood there.

“What the hell was that? Explain to me what was that supposed to mean? You were sent to a different station because of your relationship and now you do this? What do you think is gonna happen?”

You remained silent with your eyes fixed on the floor of his office.

“Can you say something?” he pushed again.

“I’m sorry sir.” was all you could say. You were sorry for your performance on the scene, you knew you did everything wrong, but you couldn’t take anything back now.

“You’re on suspension from now on until I call you to come back.”

“Yes sir.” and with that you left his office. You took off your gear and left the station still in your uniform. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone and went straight for your car.

Inside you finally felt like you could finally breathe and process what happened. Another wave of crying hit you and your head hit the steering wheel. You felt exhausted, physically and emotionally.

You probably just ruined your career and you still didn’t know if Noah was okay.

The thought of Noah made you pull yourself together and start the car, leaving the station and speeding to the closest hospital.

—

You always hated hospitals since you were a kid. Being in hospital never meant any good. You moved like a ghost in the direction the receptionist told you until you saw Nick sitting in the waiting room.

When he noticed you he stood up and opened his arms. You needed a hug and it seemed like he needed one too. You let his strong arms hold your tired body, keeping you from collapsing right there on the floor.

“He’s okay Tess. He’s okay.” he kept repeating.

“Is his hand okay?”

“That burn was deep and it will take time to heal, but once it does he should be okay. He has a few smaller burns and bruises from the pressure of the explosion. He woke up in the ambulance and other than the burns he seemed okay. He was lucky.”

“When can we see him?”

“When they’re finished treating the burn they’ll let us know.”

After that Nick sat you down next to him and you waited together for the doctor to let you in Noah’s room.

—

“Are you here for Mr. Sebastian?” after more than an hour a doctor finally came for you. He took you to Noah’s room and told you that he needs to rest so you should make it quick.

You were preparing yourself for the worst, being in this situation for the first time ever. You never imagined what it would feel like visiting your firefighter boyfriend in hospital, even if you knew the nature of the job.

Nick opened the door and stepped in first, you followed in complete silence.

Noah was laying on the white hospital bed with eyes closed, but when he heard someone come in his eyes shot open. You didn’t see any dirt and ashes on his body, they probably wiped all of it from his skin when they treated his injuries. He was shirtless, probably only in his underwear. His body was covered with a blanket up to his chest so you could see the bandages around his arms.

“Man, you scared the shit out of me.” Nick let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and stood on one side of the bed, you took the other one.

Noah let out a small laugh, but his eyes remained on you. His gaze softened when he saw your red eyes and wet cheeks.

“Come here.” he patted the bed next to him and you sat down.

“Oh Noah.” another wave of tears spilled from your eyes when you saw the blood leaking through the bandage at one particular place where his biggest wound was.

“I’m fine, okay? I’m fine.” he reassured you and tried to lift his hand to touch you, but it was hard and painful.

“Can you give us a moment?” Noah asked Nick who just nodded and left the room.

“Come here pretty girl.” Noah lifted his right hand and motioned for you to lay on his chest.

“You’re hurt Noah.” you protested.

“Cuddles will heal me.” it made you laugh, a good sign that his sense of humor didn’t leave him.

You slowly and carefully maneuvered your body to lay down, his bandaged arm around you pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” he whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“No, but I know how it feels to see you hurt on call. So I’m sorry you had to see it.”

“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“I’m doped with pain killers, so not now. I saw the burns and it's not that bad. The one on my left hand is deep, but not big. Doctor told me I’ll be out for a month, that sucks. The other ones are small and I'll probably have a few bruises from the fall. I’ll be okay.” he kissed the top of your head.

You lifted yourself so you could look at his face. He was tired and you could still see some dirt around his eyes, but he was still beautiful. His warm brown eyes looked at you with affection and love.

“But I’ll need you to bring me some clothes.”

“Oh yeah sure. Whatever you need.” you smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Your fingers traced his cheekbone and then his lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but you were scared you’re gonna hurt him.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

“Of course you can kiss me.” he laughed, finding your question ridiculous and pulled you down so he could capture your lips with his.

It was a sweet slow kiss, filled with all of the unspoken words that you both held inside.

Just as you pulled away to get some air the door to his door opened and the doctor came in. You quickly stood up from the bed and shook his hand.

“So Mr. Sebastian has burns on both of his arms. His body suffered a hard fall so we expect bruises mainly on his torso to show in the next few days. We’re gonna keep him here for two days and then he’ll be able to come home. He should be able to do almost everything by himself, but he’ll need help with changing the bandages on his wounds.” the doctor gave you instructions and you nodded your head, taking everything in. “I’m gonna ask you two to leave as soon as you can today. You can come see Mr. Sebastian tomorrow during visiting hours. If you’re gonna bring him some personal items and clothes, leave it with the nurses. Do you have any questions?” after you all nodded no the doctor left.

“Well I’m gonna give you two a minute before he kicks you out.” you pointed to Nick, “What do you want me to bring from home?”

“Just some clothes, a toothbrush and my phone.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you leaned down to give him one last kiss before you left the room.

—

“I’m bored.”

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen table. After you dropped Noah’s things off back at the hospital he hasn't stopped texting you and telling you that he’s bored.

“I should’ve brought you a book.”

“Have you ever seen me read a book?”

“There's a first time for everything.”

“I’ll pass.”

You rolled your eyes and cuddled more into the sheets that were already covering your body. You were tired, exhausted. Your body and heart hurt and you felt alone in your big bed without Noah.

You kept thinking about what your captain told you and how you’re going to tell Noah.

“Are you asleep?”

Another message from him.

“Almost.”

“Nooo, don’t leave me.”

“I’m tired Noah, you should get some sleep too.”

“You sound like the nurses.”

“They’re right.”

“Okay… good night then pretty girl.”

“Good night Noah, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You put your phone on the nightstand and fell asleep the second you closed your eyes.

—

After two days of visiting Noah at the hospital you finally got to take him home. So far you avoided any questions about work, but you knew you couldn’t do that forever.

You picked up all the supplies from the pharmacy and left to go home.

“Can we order some food please? That shit was disgusting.” you felt like you picked up a child, he was bouncing with joy when he got to leave the hospital bed, telling you about how he can’t wait to play Mario Kart with you, because he was so bored and he sent you pictures of every meal with disgusted emoji.

“Sure, what do you want?” but how could you say no to him?

The first week was great, you enjoyed the time spent together with cooking and playing games or going on walks. Noah’s burns got better and you helped him clean them every night. The bruises on his body were finally fading and he wasn’t in so much pain anymore. Everything was great, except it wasn’t. You told him you took some time off so you could take care of him. You lied to him and you hated yourself for it, but you didn’t want him to worry about that.

It all took a turn when day nine came around. You were together 24/7, it was only a matter of time until you had an argument.

“Let me do it Noah.” you saw him cooking a dinner, but you heard him hiss in pain when he reached for something that was high and he had to lift his arm.

“I can do it.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Let me do it.” you stood in silence and watched him stir the pot. He went to put the box back on the shelf, but while doing it he groaned and the box fell on the ground.

“I told you you shouldn’t do it.” you muttered under your breath and went to pick the box up.

“I’ll put it back.” he reached his hand for the box, but you pulled away.

“No you won’t.”

“Give me the damn box.” you could see the frustration building inside of him. After a week of being taken care of he wanted to do something himself.

“Noah it hurts you to lift your arm this high, I’ll put it back.” he threw the spoon in the sink and turned around to walk away, but then you noticed a red spot on the bandage. “You’re bleeding, let me-”

He pushed your hands away and told you “I can do it.” before he locked himself in the bathroom.

You tried not to cry, he didn’t mean it. You two were just getting in each other’s hair after the time spent together. You occupied your mind with cleaning the kitchen and finishing the food.

When you heard “Fucks sake.” for the fifth time you gathered your courage and went to knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I help you?” there was a silence, you almost turned around and left the door, but you heard the lock and then the door opened.

Noah stood in front of you, shirtless and with glassy eyes. Neither of you said anything, you moved in sync like every night when you were cleaning his burns.

He sat down on the edge of your bath and let you do the work. His head was hanging low and you wanted to pick it up and kiss his face until the sadness would go away.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too.”

“I just wanted to do something for you. You take care of me and I wanted to treat you back.”

“I know baby, it’s fine. I appreciate it and I’m sorry too, I should’ve let you.” you finished cleaning his arms and putting fresh clean bandages over it. After that you cupped his face in your hands and he opened his legs to give you a room to come closer.

You brushed your nose along his, enjoying the heat from his body and the feeling of his hands that sneaked under your t-shirt.

“I love you.” you whispered against his lips before kissing him.

He pulled you closer to him, his grip on you firm. You haven’t been intimate since he came back home, you were too scared you’re going to hurt him, but you missed his touch.

“I love you.” he said before deepening the kiss.

His hands slid down under your ass to pull you even closer and then reached under your shorts to caress the soft skin of your ass. When he squeezed his hands on your soft skin you opened your mouth and a silent moan left your lips.

“I missed you.” you confessed.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” he stood up from the bath that he was still sitting on. You left the medical supplies untouched, leaving the mess behind as you closed the door.

“Lay down.” you instructed Noah. You planned to let him enjoy tonight, maybe as an apology from the kitchen argument.

“I’m fine baby.” he was scared you’re going to treat him like he’s made of glass for the rest of your lives.

“Just lay down.”

So he did, his big shirtless body was displayed for you on your shared bed and you crawled up his body until you were sitting on his waist.

You leaned down and started planting kisses on his skin. You started with slow and open mouthed kisses on his neck, kissing his pulse point for a second longer than other places. Then you continued to his chest where you could hear his quickening heartbeat from your touch. His skin was soft and warm, feeling like home. You carefully took his arms in your hands and planted the softest kisses over his red scares, wishing you could take away all of his pain. Noah closed his eyes and enjoyed your touch.

You moved even lower to the waistband of his shorts and underwear. You left kisses along the line before you took both pieces of clothes off.

He was laying there, looking like a perfect sculpture. His brows were furrowed a bit and his mouth was open from the sensation of your touch.

You wrapped your hand around his semi hard dick and heard him take a sharp breath. Your thumb brushed over his tip a few times before you took him in your mouth. The warmth of your mouth got Noah lifting his hips and thrusting into your mouth and you let him. You wanted him to feel good and you were determined to do anything for him. He fucked your mouth for a while and then stayed still, letting you move your head and tease him with your tongue. Your saliva was dripping all over him, mixing with the precum that was leaking from his red tip.

Noah’s hand was in your hair and he was letting out silent grunts and moans, enjoying this intimity after not being touched for more than a week.

You quickened your pace when you felt his thigh muscles twitch under your touch, a sign that he was close. You let him fuck your mouth again, this time his grip in your hair was stronger and his thrusts were uneven.

“Fuck, I’m close.” he grunted, with his eyes still closed.

His legs started shaking and not long after you felt him cum in your mouth. You swallowed everything and continued moving your mouth up until he became oversensitive and grabbed you by your chin to bring you up.

When your faces were at the same level he kissed you, it was messy and dirty, but you both wanted nothing less.

You were quick to take off all of your clothes, feeling needy to feel his hands on your skin.

His right hand slid down between your bodies to your core, your head falling at Noah’s shoulder at the touch.

“So wet, I didn’t even touch you yet.” he chuckled in your ear, the warmth of his breath only adding to the sensation you were feeling.

“Noah.” you moaned, rocking your hips to ride his hand. “I need you.”

“Then take me, pretty girl.” you got off his lap to grab a condom from your nightstand, meanwhile Noah moved on the bed so his back was against the headboard. He wanted to take you hard, but he knew his burns were still sensitive and you being on top was a safer option.

You rolled the condom down Noah’s length and dragged it through your folds to get it wet. You sank down on him and felt the stretch from his size. Your foreheads were touching and you were both getting used to the feeling of him being inside you again. Noah was the first one to connect your lips, leaving no room for soft and cute kisses. You felt his teeth sink into the skin of your lips, silently begging you to start moving.

You lifted your hips and then sank back down, Noah’s moan was swallowed by your kiss and you started moving in steady movements.

“My pretty girl, so fucking pretty.” Noah worshiped you and your body, leaning back against the headboard so he could see you whole. Your eyes were watching him watching you, the passion he had in his eyes when he looked at your body had you squeeze your walls around him.

“Oh Noah.” you moaned his name when he started bucking his hips up to meet yours. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, completely mesmerized by your facial expressions and the sounds that were leaving your mouth.

You were like his drug, he just couldn’t get enough, he wanted more and more.

He knew he was not going to last long, not after not feeling your warm and welcoming pussy around him for that long. He licked his own fingers and sneaked them down to your clit. He started rubbing small but quick circles on it and used his other hand to bring you down for a kiss.

You were moaning into each other's mouth, the pace of your hip movements became unsteady as you wanted to reach your highs together.

“Noah, fuck!” you grabbed his shoulder to stabilize yourself, feeling the burning pain in your legs, but not even that could stop you from fucking Noah quicker.

“Yeah baby, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” he begged you.

His fingers spread your wetness around your clit in skilled movements and suddenly you felt the heat take over your body. You fucked yourself through your orgasm, moaning Noah’s name over and over until he stopped your hips with a strong grip.

In your ecstasy you didn’t even notice Noah came too, until you felt his legs shaking under you.

“I missed this so much.” you admitted, still being full of Noah’s softening cock.

“Me too.” he kissed your forehead before tucking your head under his chin.

You laid like that for some more, in silence enjoying the moment.

—

When you were falling asleep in Noah’s arms you couldn’t stop thinking about your suspension. You still haven’t told Noah and felt bad.

He was laying behind you with his arms around your waist and you contemplated if you should ruin the moment or wait for the next day.

Like if he could read your mind he asked “What are you thinking about?” in a whisper.

You looked out of the window, looking at the moon that was lighting up your bedroom and thought about an answer.

“Noah, I have to tell you something.” you turned around in his arms so you were facing him. The darkness made it easier for you to tell him, but you still knew he was going to be mad that you kept it from him.

“Yeah?” his eyes were still closed, ready to fall asleep.

“I didn’t take days off from work, I’m on suspension.” now it was you who closed your eyes, not wanting to see the look in Noah’s eyes.

“What?”

“After that call I was called in the captain's office and he told me that after I failed to do my job even after I changed stations that I’m on suspension until he calls me back to work. I don’t know what he’s gonna do, but it’s my fault, so I’m ready for everything.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to worry you with that when you were hurt.” you looked at him, his face neutral. “Are you angry?”

“I don’t know, you should have told me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“We’re together in this, okay? It’s my fault too.”

“No, I’m not gonna let you do that. It’s only my fault. I should have been a professional and kept my emotions aside. I broke down and was sent to wait in the car. I wasn’t able to do my job. You did your job, it’s not your fault.” that’s what you were scared of, that Noah is going to blame himself for your mistake.

“Did you hear anything from him?”

“Not yet, but I was thinking about going to see him tomorrow.”

“And tell him what?” now that was the hardest part you tried to avoid.

You had time to think about everything now that you were home. You love your job, you really do, but you feel like you can’t have both, a great job and working relationship with another firefighter. You knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, but you never thought you’d fall for Noah this hard.

But it’s not just about him, you were scared that things like this are going to happen again and you knew that no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t keep being professional if you saw Noah hurt in front of your own eyes.

You thought about changing areas and starting working at a completely new station, but that would only complicate things like your living situation and time spent together.

“Promise me you’re gonna hear me out before saying something.”

“I promise.”

“And promise you won’t get angry.”

“I promise.”

“Noah, I, I was thinking about everything and us working for the FD and being in a relationship will never work. Even if we don’t work at the same station we’re still gonna see each other on calls and we both know that if the other one gets hurt it will end just like this last call.” you paused to take a breath and saw the look on Noah’s face.

“Are you breaking up with me?” he rushed the words out, scared that that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“What? Oh my god no.” you cupped his cheeks and softened your eyes at his worried look. “I’m not breaking up with you baby. Let me finish, okay?” he put his hand over yours and nodded for you to continue.

“I thought about changing areas, but you know better than anyone that that would complicate things for us. We would have to move to be close to both of our jobs and there would be less time that we could be spending together. So I started looking at other possibilities in my field and I found some really good job opportunities. I’m thinking about quitting fire therapy and finding a different job.”

“No, I don’t want you to quit your dream job because of me.”

“I’m not quitting because of you Noah, I want to.”

“What if I quit? So you could stay.”

“Hell no. What would you do? Do you have a plan B? Noah I have many options with my degree, I can change fields if I want to. You love the job, I actually don’t mind quitting that much. I promise.” you whispered the last part against his lips, hoping he won’t protest more.

“I’d understand if you wanted to break up and choose your career.”

“Oh yeah because seeing you on calls after break up would make any difference.” he finally laughed, seeing that if you were able to joke about it, it wasn’t as hurtful for you as he thought.

“You already made up your mind, didn’t you?” he rubbed his nose against yours.

“I did.” you kissed his lips and finally felt like you could fall asleep without holding any secrets from him.

—

The next day you did exactly what you told Noah. You walked into the captain's office with resignation papers in your hands. You two talked for an hour, he told you he was sorry for his reaction the day of the call, but that things like this can’t happen. He told you he understands why you reacted the way you did, but that’s exactly why they don’t prefer relationships within the FD. He also told you that he’s sorry to see you go, because you’re good at your job, but that everyone will respect your decision and that you’re always welcomed at the station any time.

Saying goodbye to the crew was harder, those guys became your friends and you’re going to miss them. They treated you as equal and you felt like you found a new group of friends.

You cried on your way back home and then some more to Noah when he opened the door for you.

“Okay, time to stop crying and find me a new job.” you wiped your own tears and Noah laughed at the sudden change.

“Are you nervous from the interview tomorrow?”

“Not really. She told me that she’s heard only good things about me and that it’s more of a formal thing.”

There’s an open spot for a therapist at the centre where your best friend works. She already told her boss about you and she said she’d be more than happy to have you join their team.

“I got invited to another one on Friday, it’s for a therapist at primary school.”

“Oh really? Is that something you’d prefer?” Noah played with your hair as you laid in his lap.

“I think so. Kids are way more fun to work with than adults.” Noah laughed and remembered the open day and his minions. “But kids therapy is harder tho. But it would be a new challenge for me. I think I’d like that more.”

“I know you can do it. You’re the best.”

You laughed at his affection, but appreciated his support.

—

*one month later*

“God I’m so tired.” you kicked the door closed behind you and then followed Noah in your shared kitchen.

“What did Jake do this time?” Noah laughed, knowing who was behind your headache.

You started working at the primary school very quickly after the interview. They were very excited to have you with your education and work experience. Your main tasks were to be available for private sessions with students, parents and teachers and also you had few lessons a week where you talked and teached about mental health.

Jake was a 8 year old kid who gave you a headache regularly, but Noah found the stories funny. Being in the middle of a class and having an 8 year old making fun of you was harder to handle than a bunch of adults. It was always playful, you joked with him back, but god was he tiring.

“He was calling me Theresa today and told me that I can call him Jacob so we’re even. And then he kept telling silly jokes so no one else was focused and they laughed at his jokes.”

“Tell me the jokes.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re gonna say they’re funny and tell me you love that kid, just like you always do.” you groaned and Noah laughed more. He always says that he can’t wait to meet him one day. He also said that you have to make sure to invite him for a career day, so he can become friends with Jake. He was overly confident that Jake wouldn’t make fun of him too.

“Come on, tell me.” he made a puppy eyes at you.

“Why don’t skeletons don’t fight each other?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Because they don’t have the guts.” you finished with a serious face and saw the way Noah was holding a laugh.

“Listen baby, the joke is not funny, but if I imagine you standing in front of all the little devils that laugh at it and you make that cute little pout you always do when things don’t go the way you want, that is a little bit funny.” Noah closed the gap between you and put his arms around you.

“So now you’re just making fun of me?” you mumbled against his chest.

“How about you take a shower and then I’ll give you a head massage so you can forget Jake until Monday? Will you forgive me?”

“Yes please.” you nodded frantically against Noah’s chest before standing up and leaving him in the kitchen to also make you some dinner.

—

“My mom asked about you yesterday.” Noah said casually when you two sat on your couch with plates in your hands.

“What did she ask about?”

“When I’m gonna introduce you to her.” you shot a look at Noah, scared one.

“I’m scared of meeting your parents!” “Why?”

“Because they’re your parents.” obviously, right?

“I'm not scared of meeting your parents.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Of course you’re not, you’re a firefighter you know you’re gonna wrap them around your finger.”

“And you don’t think you’re not gonna wrap my mom around your finger when you tell her you work with kids? She’s not gonna stop talking about grandkids so be prepared.”

“Grandkids? You know you’re not exactly helping me to calm down.”

“I’m sure she wants like 10 of them.”

“10???”

“Relax, I’m just joking. You don’t have to meet them until you’re ready.” he put your empty plate on the table and pulled you into him.

Everything was going fine with you and Noah. He was finally back at work and you agreed to take the next step and move to a bigger place. You were currently searching for the right place that you two would love.

You enjoyed this new harmony between you after you quit FD. And you actually couldn’t wait to take Noah to your job for a career day.

“Do you want kids?” you lifted your head to look at Noah who’s eyes were fixed on the tv screen.

“Yeah. You?”

“Me too. How many do you want?” he looked down at you and smiled.

“How about enough to have a full shift for a station?”

“So you’re crazy just like your mom?”

He enjoyed making those harmless jokes on you, but then turned serious.

“I don’t know, I’m okay with the number you want.” he gave you a sweet kiss and then turned his attention back to the TV.

You tried to focus on the movie too, but all you could think about was how crazy you were in love with this man, that you’d probably give him enough kids so he could have his own A shift at work if he asked you to.

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bcacstuff · 2 days ago

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Hi BC,

After reading your posts and others regarding Sam and Vicky in Mexico, something came to mind. No one except Sam and Vicky truly knows what happened there—we’re all just discussing assumptions. Since we can’t say for sure if any of them are true, please take mine with a grain of salt.

After the SS tour, like many of you, I was sure there would be a vacation—but not a "fukation." Why not a "fukation"? Because I believe that after 2023, Sam has gone through a shift in his life, especially emotionally. I won’t get into that part here, but I do understand why he walked with that woman and why he took Alice to that match. So, I was certain he would take a vacation.

When news about Vicky surfaced—especially after the mutual following—I thought I had been wrong in my assumptions. However, after seeing photos of Sam with fans yesterday, I got the impression even more than before that he was actually there alone—just exercising, drinking, and relaxing. I believe he was in Sayulita by himself. When the first fan photo was shared, he was already gone. Maybe he met Vicky for just one day. Their relationship seems to be more about adventure than anything serious. We know they went camping and kayaking together. Sam can sometimes do crazy things, but I think he has certain red flags when it comes to relationships with some people, and I believe Vicky is one of them. If he had been with an influencer or model, I would have been more convinced that it was a "fukation." However, I doubt he would get into a relationship with a co-worker—I think that’s a boundary he wouldn’t cross.

Regarding the private account following, I agree with much of what you’ve said, but I see it a little differently. I think the reason Sam and Vicky didn’t follow the hotel—despite it being expected if they were both staying there—is because Sam was never at that hotel at all.

This is what I believe: On Saturday, Sam and Vicky were on some kind of nature adventure. Maybe they met Pedro there and became acquainted. Maybe they had some issues, and he helped them, or maybe he was simply part of a nature tour they joined. It’s possible they got to talking, and Pedro invited them to visit that hotel next time they were in Mexico. If Sam had actually stayed at that hotel, wouldn’t he have followed its account like he usually does? And if Vicky had a special experience there, wouldn’t she have followed the hotel instead of Pedro? I don’t think she was ever at that hotel.

As for the voice in the video, a lot of us had problems with the accent and speed of speech. Since they were in Mexico, it could have been a tour guide or even Pedro speaking English with a Spanish accent. Hispanic people who are bilingual in Spanish and English often speak English very quickly.

These are all just assumptions—thanks!

Yes, there's just a waterfall (still hours away), a voice which nobody can 100% take as proof for anything, and a follow which would be a very huge coincidence. I'm quite baffled how people can take their fantasy so far about these 3 small things and make up a whole story about it. Like they stayed in the same hotel and more. You simply can't!

I don't know about the shift, I really don't see any change. Ending OL surely has an impact. I can't tell what happened to him and all these women we saw last year, maybe some sort of dealing with insecurity as he saw OL ending and not knowing what's gonna be next. But I still see the more likable guy in the UK, I loved the Everest adventure, he was just spending Xmas with family and took a skitrip. Nothing out of the ordenary. But as soon as he's a while in the US, and even more when with AN who wants to put him an image out to be the big HW star, he becomes less likable, somewhat arrogant maybe. I've seen it many times now, and I'm sure many saw the same thing happening over again and over again with me.

I agree to some level about the just meeting up for a day or maybe even less. Yes we speculate, maybe AN's kids were over for a some days, maybe Vicky asked him for some tips on Mexico as she planned a trip to Mexico, maybe Sam wanted to meet this Pedro Fernandez del Valle, a raicilla expert and distiller who founded the family-led brand Aycya, we know S has his friends in the region and surely this name would have come up. And maybe it's a combination of this all. See there are many options.

I disagree on the red flag for Vicky. It's not his first rodeo, and I'm not only talking about it being a young girl. It's happened before with a, uhm co-worker you say? Hmm well whatever you wanna call it. It's the power and financial imbalance really that is here at stake and even could turn into a risk for him. That's why I don't really like to post about it (in the other occasion I never did, and wont do it now either. A few know and even less know her name)

I also disagree about the hotel. Little research learns you, Pedro is the owner of the hotel and as said and expert and distiller, things we know interests him. I don't see why he would also need to follow the hotel, it was the man he was interested in and to get in contact with. If Vicky stayed there, no idea, she was there though as she followed the man as well.

Even more, if you take a look at where these fan pics are taken, you will easily find that they're taken right next to the hotel and the tattoo shop all 3 tattooers work at, they're close on the same road.

Just take a look at the addresses

if you look that up on Google maps you'll see this

Him walking with that smoothie right there tells me he stayed at the hotel got himself a smoothie and it looks like he was gonna run, or just finished a run and got himself a smoothie afterwards on his way to the hotel. So there is that.

Well I leave things at that, enough about this subject already. He's already bored in LA and Vicky, gosh wherever she is or what she's doing, I hope she has fun on her trip.

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klovesmatt · 3 days ago

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synopsis: you and matt have a picnic till nostalgia hit you and makes you reminisce your guy’s childhood memories

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

“Echoes of the summer”

It was a perfect summer afternoon. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden light over everything. Matt and I were lying on a blanket in the park, the soft hum of nature surrounding us. The air smelled faintly of grass and the distant scent of barbecues wafted from nearby picnics. It was one of those rare days where the world felt completely still, like time was taking a breath, and for a moment, it felt like we could just exist in that perfect peace forever.

Matt was telling me about some ridiculous thing that had happened during one of his videos, his voice light with laughter. He had this way of making even the most mundane stories sound entertaining, his eyes sparkling as he animatedly explained each detail. I couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of his presence filling me with a sense of calm.

But then, out of nowhere, a wave of nostalgia hit me. It wasn’t anything specific—just a feeling, a sudden pull backward. I found myself remembering our childhoods, those simpler days when everything seemed less complicated, when we didn’t have to worry about time or the future. The memories weren’t clear-cut; they were more like flashes of moments—riding bikes down streets in our neighborhood, laughing about absolutely nothing, feeling invincible in our tiny worlds.

I shifted a little, my mind wandering. It was as if the scent of the summer air, the soft breeze rustling the trees, all combined to trigger something deep within me. A strange kind of ache followed, a longing for something I couldn’t quite grasp, but I knew it was connected to us—who we were before life had gotten so busy, before things had become complicated.

Matt must have noticed the change in my mood because he stopped talking and turned to face me. His eyes softened with concern.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked gently.

I looked at him, the nostalgia still lingering, and smiled a little. “I don’t know… Just got hit with a wave of memories. You know, of when we were kids. Everything was so much easier back then, wasn’t it?”

He chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “Yeah, I remember that. I remember you, actually. You were always the one organizing the neighborhood games—always the leader.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, I guess I was. You were always right there with me though—right behind me, helping out in your own way.”

Matt smiled and lay back down on the blanket. “I miss those days,” he said softly, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to me. “But at the same time, I’m glad we have what we have now. This… this feels like the best of both worlds. We still get to have the carefree days, but now we’re also making memories together that’ll last even longer.”

I nodded, the bittersweet feeling slowly melting away, replaced by a quiet kind of contentment. It was true—while those childhood days were filled with innocence and freedom, now we had something even more special. We had grown together, made it through life’s ups and downs, and somehow, we still managed to keep the lightness of those childhood memories alive.

I leaned over, resting my head on his chest, and we stayed there for a long time, letting the warmth of the summer afternoon wrap around us. The past was always going to be there, tucked away in the corners of our minds, but the present—this moment—was even more beautiful than I could have imagined.

“Let’s make new memories,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the breeze.

Matt squeezed my hand gently, his voice soft but sure. “We already are.”

hey guys so nostalgia is going to be the death of me anyways I hoped you enjoyed and lmk if u have any requests

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delicateartisantrash · 10 months ago

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#Celebratory doodle for having 30 followers! Woo!#I think that is the most I have ever gathered on any blog or such #thanks ya'll <3 glad you enjoy the doodles and drabbles!#I am quietly obsessed with the idea of repainting 'bots' armor. Like. HOW FUN OF AN ART PROJECT WOULD THAT BE? YES PLEASE #imagine how difficult it'd be to do pinstriping lines that not only look good and cohesive in vehicle form but also rock in bipedal mode #I think that's my favorite thing with Knockout's paint job #his art looks so good in BOTH modes #like damn #yessir #he pretty and he knows it #also hear me out; black gloss coat with rainbow chamelon flake so he's obsidian in the shade but in the sunshine or bright light fuckin'#RAINBOW SPARKLE SHIMMER #anyhow happy pride month and wooo ty for the follows <3 #Knockout #Transformers #does anyone read these lmao #i vent my thoughts in the tags when I am too shy to just outright write #fanart #art #digital drawing #illustration #doodle #colored #pinstripe art #SHIT I JUST NOTICED I DID A PANEL BACKWARDS ON ITS PINSTRIPE #dangit #there's always one #maybe Knockout won't notice #(he will. help. i'm doomed.)

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symbiotic-slime · 11 months ago

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would you guys be interested in venom/the magnus archives crossover fan art

#I wanna draw the guys as avatars #also I think it would be a fun challenge to try to make Venom visibly an avatar of the hunt #because they already look like that #but I have ideas for the others :3 #venom #venom comics #venom movies #the magnus archives #I’m going to elaborate in the tags because I can #so Eddie is 100% an avatar of the corruption #and is also the type of guy who willingly became an avatar #he’s so deranged he would be enthralled by the wasp nest in his attic #he would be a victim of the lonely though #like especially comics!Eddie #because his bond with the symbiote is so deep that like. being singular sends him into a depressive spiral #flash is an avatar of the slaughter #but he’s not deranged like Eddie his was more of a result of his situation #like being a bully and then joining the military #very slaughter coded #and yes he’s made up for the bullying so I’m not sure how that would play in?? but he still does have some anger issues #he’s a victim of the web #like one the alcoholism is classic web #and two being manipulated. like the whole agent venom arc where he was essentially being blackmailed by jack olantern #venom is a manifestation of the corruption #an avatar of the hunt #and probably also a victim of the lonely #like I think the idea of being alone as a being who’s whole purpose is to bond and connect with a host would be devastating #recently I think they could probably also be a victim of the desolation given that everyone important to them keeps fucking dying lmao #I’m kinda second guessing myself with flash because he’s just so damn normal like he doesn’t revel in war but I also want to give him one #do any of my followers know both of these. if so please help me out I’m struggling with flash 😭

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domjaehyun · 5 months ago

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under the influence (l.dh)

PAIRING ▸ stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ▸ 11.6k WARNINGS ▸ a hint of dubcon (she’s timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ▸ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ▸ hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :)

As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.

The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Nothing!” you insist.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. “But if you say so, I guess.”

Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet.

“We should watch a movie today,” Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you weren’t busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts he’s going to pull today.

It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Girl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, you’re in la-la land.” Yeri asks, concerned and amused.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking.” you mumble.

“We know that,” Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. “Thinking about what, hm?” she presses, and you balk.

“She’s probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts he’s gonna pull today.” Karina supposes, and you frown, upset you’ve been caught.

In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when you’re around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze over—you name it, he’s either done it or is probably thinking about it.

You can’t honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, you’ve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how you’re going to deal with his antics today.

“Girl.” Karina’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friend’s concerned expression. “You’re doing it again.”

“Oh. Sorry,” you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “I’m here, for real.”

As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.

“If you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!” Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friend’s attempt to calm your nerves.

“What should it be?” you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.

“Blinker.” Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. “It should be blinker. Like, if he’s getting too close and you can’t handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.”

“The last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.” Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. “It’s perfect.”

“Great.” Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.

It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.

He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.

“Come on in,” he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When it’s your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and you’re sure it’s also no coincidence that he’s positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case he’s looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is.

Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sits—for what, you don’t know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechan’s behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.

Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.

“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m staring at you because you look good,” Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. “You always look good, though, but today… damn.”

You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, “Oh.”

“Oh?” he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.

“Thank you.” you say softly, and he nods, smile widening.

“You’re so cute.” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see he’s no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and there’s a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if you’re honest, piques your curiosity. “Did you make it here okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. “The bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear,” he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. “We don’t want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?”

“Um…” you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.

“...Right.” he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.

“...Right.” you echo, and he grins.

“So… Do you wanna smoke?” he asks.

“I do,” you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.

“Good girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? It’s pretty strong.” he offers, and you won’t lie—your brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but you’re pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything.

“Okay,” you reply hesitantly, and he grins.

“Great—give me one second to get something.” he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.

“What’s up?” Mark asks curiously.

“Haechan’s getting something from his room.” you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, you’d swear he’s trying to show off.

When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed.

“This strain is special,” Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, “it’s a ‘horny’ strain.”

“A horny strain?” you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.

“It heightens libido.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Want some?”

“That’s not real,” Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. “There’s no actual science to back that up.”

Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.”

Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.

Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.

“Want some?” he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you.” As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. “I might, though,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.

He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before he’s leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.

“Relax,” he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechan’s grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. You’re deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.

When you’re done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on you hasn’t loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you don’t have it in you to identify.

“You ever shotgunned before?” he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly. “Can you let me go now?”

He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. “If you say so.”

“Thanks,” you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. “What is it?”

“You have something in your hair,” he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. “Probably from the pillows.” he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. “Look how nervous I make you.” His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. “Even your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?” He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.

“Thanks for getting the feather out of my hair,” you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isn’t quite set on letting you off that easily.

“Oh, come on,” he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. “Don’t tell me your heart isn’t racing right now.”

It is, you think grimly. That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid.

“Haechan, leave the poor girl alone,” Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechan’s attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.

When Haechan looks back over at you, you’ve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.

“Pretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?” Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. “Okay,” he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. “I have something for you.” he says before standing up and heading back to his room.

He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so it’s ghosting just over your shoulders. “Bite,” he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. “Bite,” he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.

“Is it an edible?” you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him.

“Yes. Bite.” It’s not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, you’re more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. It’s sweet and sugary, but there’s a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. “See, you don’t mind sharing with me, right?”

You don’t answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.

you [18:11pm] SOS

you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?

You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves.

Little do you know, your phone buzzes while you’re gone, Haechan’s curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over.

Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you don’t have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.

yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him 😁

karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??

yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldn’t help it the joke was right there

yeri berry [18:18pm] you’re laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and you’re laughing.

Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.

“What’s got you all upset, pretty?” Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. “And now you’re jumpy, too? What’s on that phone that’s got you so stressed out, hm?”

“Nothing,” you answer far too quickly for your liking.

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you can’t quite place. “I think there’s something incriminating on that phone.”

“Incriminating?” you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin.

“Incriminating like… nudes, maybe,” he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. “That must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort… from a friend…” You freeze as you realize exactly what’s going on, and Haechan’s grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. “Wonder what you look like when you… how did she put it? ‘Get all touchy touchy with yourself’ to the thought of me.”

“Haechan,” you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is.” he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound.

“What were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?” you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.

“I’m nosy,” is all he offers in response. “And, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,” he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, “you touch your pretty little pussy,” he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, “and think about me.”

“Could you lower your voice, please?” you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.

“You don’t want everyone to know that you’re into me, do you?” he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. “I’ll keep your little secret. For a price.”

You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. “What price?”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. “I’ll let you know.” His voice is teasing but there’s an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.

“Hey, Yeri?” you call, and her attention is on you instantly. “Remember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? How’s your throat feeling?”

Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. “It’s still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?”

“Yes,” you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechan’s little snicker from behind you.

“You wanna switch seats?” Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.

“I mean, I like it, I just… need a quick break.” you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. “Could you guys, um, hear him earlier?”

“No… why?” she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered.

“He saw the group chat texts.” you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.

“I’m gonna kill Yurin.” she hisses.

“Not if I get there first.” you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. “It’s not Haechan,” you assure her. “I think it’s Karina.”

Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. “How’d you know?”

“I recognize the footsteps.” you explain with a shrug. “Plus, the guys are wearing house slippers and we’re in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.”

“Okay, little miss super spy.” Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. “Have you recovered, you think?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, smiling. “I’m ready to go back out there.”

“What’d I miss?” Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.

“Haechan saw the texts about me… at night… that Yurin sent.” you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

“I’m killing her.” she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.

“Get in line, girl.” Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.

“You’re gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?” Karina asks worriedly, and you’re briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.

“I’ll be okay, I’m pretty sure. I’ll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.” you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karina’s brows fades away as she relaxes.

You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whatever’s left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. “I’m hungry. Diner?”

“I would kill for waffles,” Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on.

As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists.

“You okay?” Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.

“My throat is just… a little dry,” you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. “Thanks,” you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and you’re feeling significantly better.

The six of you make your way to where Jeno’s and Haechan’s cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.

“Well, I call shotgun.” Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.

“There’s no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jeno’s car,” Yeri remarks incredulously.

“Yeah, definitely not, because my middle backseat’s seat belt isn’t working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so it’s a seat belt or nothing in my car.” Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading.

“So your car only seats four… and there are six of us…” you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, there’d be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.

Curse Yurin’s midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosy—

“I’ll ride with Haechan,” Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries.

“No, you won’t.” Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. “Get in.”

“Oh, gosh.” you mumble, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed effect making you feel sluggish or you’re really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechan’s passenger door.

“It’s an eight-minute drive,” Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you don’t even believe. “We’ll see you soon!”

“Yeah,” you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driver’s side, opening the door and getting in.

When Haechan finishes settling down into the driver’s seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for something—you don’t quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, he’s invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.

He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.

“You look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.” he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. “Now stop looking at me like that,” he warns, “or I’ll kiss you.”

You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didn’t even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning on—a strange choice, considering it’s a bit nippy outside—and pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.

It doesn’t take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but you’re a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.

“We’re here,” he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.

As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down.

Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.

“Put this on,” Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.

“Why?”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. “Just—put it on for me?”

You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he nods.

“You look cute in my jacket.” he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess who’s arrived to take you all to your seats.

When you arrive at the booth, Haechan’s right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but it’s when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.

As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.

Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I think I’m gonna get the breakfast platter,” Yeri says excitedly. “It comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.”

“That sounds so good,” you reply thoughtfully. “I think I want a burger.”

“Yeah, a burger sounds good,” Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.

“You okay, girl?” Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.

“I just, um…felt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.” you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“I know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,” Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechan’s hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.

His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.

Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, “This must be a dream come true for you, huh?” He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. “Must have been wanting this for so long,” he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.

You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.

You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but he’s faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin.

“Um, thanks.” you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. “Oh, dear Neptune.” you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. “Where is this waitress—I need to eat something.”

“Yeah, we should let her know we’re ready to order,” Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles he’s drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.

Haechan’s hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide that’s enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.

“You trapped my hand, pretty girl,” he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, “I didn’t know you liked it that much.”

You still don’t give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.

“Oh, we’re doing the silent treatment? Copy that.” he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you can’t help but wonder what else he has in store for you.

Today, the energy in the room is entirely different—and you don’t like it one bit.

Haechan won’t even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like you’re not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.

“Girl, did you piss Haechan off or something?” Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. “He hasn’t made a single move on you all day.”

“I know,” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe he’s sick,” Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.

“I’m about to be sick,” you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like you’re nothing more than a couch cushion.

You don’t know what’s come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that you’ll be right back to Karina.

Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of something—it looks like Monster—into a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hair—

“I know you’re there, you know.” he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when you’ve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. “You have something you want to say?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.

“I noticed you staring at me,” is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.

“Haechan, are you mad at me?” you ask softly, and he smirks.

“And why do you ask that?”

You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. “Well, you… haven’t talked to me all night.”

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadn’t. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine.

“You were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?” he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. “I was just returning the favor.”

“Well, don’t.” you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.

“Why not? Did you miss me or something?” he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as you’d found it.

“No!” you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, “No, I just—”

“You and I don’t really talk much, anyway,” Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. “So what is it you really miss, hm?”

“Well—” you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechan’s gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.

“You miss me messing with you, don’t you?” he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. “You miss me touching you?” he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still don’t reply and says, “I know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.”

“I can’t,” you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.

“You want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.” He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.

“I want you to touch me.” you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile.

“Come here; say it again.” he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before he’s poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I want you,” you say, “to touch me,” you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.

You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if he’s going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.

“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?” he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?

You’re coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway.

“Sorry,” you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that he’s intentionally blocking your path. “Haechan?” you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.

He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner.

“You’re so cute, really.” Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but there’s a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.

As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, “...Haechan?”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, baby.” As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.

“Haechan—” you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.

“See, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. That’s why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,” he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gasp—both at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. “You like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.”

“Mm-mm,” you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically.

“Mm, no? You don’t like it? But, wait… what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?” he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. “‘I want you to touch me,’” he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. “Well, I’m touching you, baby—don’t you like it?” When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.

“Are you gonna cum just like this?” he asks, and there’s a hint of amusement to his words but it’s almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice.

“Mm-hm,” you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer.

“Beg me to let you cum.” he urges, and you’re already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.

“Please, Haechan, can I cum?” you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. “Please?” you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth.

When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air.

“Haechan, I can’t breathe,” you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance.

“You are so goddamn addicting.” he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you weren’t aware you’d stopped. “Keep going.”

His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.

“Mine,” he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. “All fucking mine.” he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. “Gonna fucking ruin you, princess.”

“Hae��” you barely get the first syllable of his name out before he’s sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.

“Open,” he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. “Swallow. I’m gonna do it again.” You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out.

He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. “Good girl,” he coos, pleased, and you’re embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. “Need them nice and wet for you.”

Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease.

“You’re a mess down here,” he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. “You like me that much? Hm?” He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until he’s brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away.

“Haechan, that’s sensitive—”

“I know, baby,” he coos. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it.” With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. “Show me,” he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone—when you think of me.”

Cheeks blazing, you realize you’re in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit.

“Talk to me, baby.” he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. “Wanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.”

“I just rub it in circles like this,” you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesn’t go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechan’s gaze means anything.

“You don’t go inside?” he asks softly, and you shake your head.

“Doesn’t feel good when I do it,” you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. It’s all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.

“Look at me,” he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. “Only look at me.”

“Okay,” you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric.

He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he can’t get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as it’s loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.

As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until you’re so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. “Show me what you sound like when you cum, baby.”

“Oh—shit—oh, my God,” you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. “Feels so good,” you whimper, and he hums in agreement.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Haechan—” you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

He doesn’t stop attending to your breasts until he’s certain he’s milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support.

Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck.

You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.

His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.

“You like to suck, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. “Wanna suck something bigger?”

Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.

As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.

As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize you’re less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention.

You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.

“This is the prettiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, “I’m gonna fuck these one day. But now?” he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth.”

“You ever suck someone off, baby?” he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. “Fuck, I’m your first?”

“Yes,” you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand.

“Remember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.”

You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open.

“Fuck, baby. Tongue out for me?” he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. “So good, baby, just like that,” he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth.

It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechan’s breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Baby, you’re so good at this,” he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes he’d rather watch you. “Mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.”

You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.

You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair.

“Just like that—fuck—” he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. “Oh, shit—”

Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and it’s one of the most rewarding sounds you think you’ve ever heard.

“So good,” he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that he’s close. “Gonna cum, baby.”

You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth.

“You,” he grunts, helping you to your feet so you’re face to face and kissing you deeply, “are a fast little learner.” His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses.

“Baby,” he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, “I wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?” When you nod, he grins brilliantly. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.

When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, “I just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?” He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when he’s met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.

Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. “Don’t be shy, baby, I just want to taste.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole.

“Tastes so good, baby,” he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure you’re receiving as he tongue-fucks you.

Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.

“Yeah, you like that?” he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. “You like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.

“Always so good—so shy and innocent.” Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. “Now look at you; look how bad you’re being.”

“Haechan, please,” you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.

“Wanna see just how bad I can make you be.” he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. “Fucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.”

He sucks and licks and kisses—even nibbles a bit—until your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but there’s even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechan’s head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.

“Haechan, I’m—I think I’m gonna—” you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.

“Cum for me, baby—cum all on my tongue.” he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. “That’s it, pretty girl, just let go.” he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.

“Haechan—” you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and you’ve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.

“You’re addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.” he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that he’s already watching you with a small grin on his face. “Think you can handle one more?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until you’re flat against the wall.

Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. “Good girl,” he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. “Baby, they’ll catch us if you keep making noise like that.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, but it’s a muffled apology given that Haechan’s hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. “So full,” you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe.

“Feel so tight around me, baby,” he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that he’s just as affected as you are. “So fucking good—”

“Haechan, move,” you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechan’s hand not muffled it.

“I’m starting to think you want to get caught.” Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you.

“Mm—! No, I don’t—” you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.

“Yes, you do,” he teases. “You want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.”

“Hae–chan—” you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. He’s so good, so big and thick, and he’s filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldn’t get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. “Fuck—stop—too much—”

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?” he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot.

You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry, it feels good,” he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away.

“So good—too good—” you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.

“It can’t be too good, baby—you’re not making sense anymore.” he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

“Wanna cum—Haechan, please let me cum—” you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.

“Yeah? Baby wants to cum?” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. “Fuck, I love when you do that—feels so good—cum for me, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and “please” and utterances of Haechan’s name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. You’re sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechan’s drinking in your appearance like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby—I’m close—fuck—” Haechan grunts. “Gonna cum—where do you want it?”

“Want it inside of me, please—” you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound that’s a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.

“Can’t believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now you’re begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?” he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon.

“Please—” you whimper, and he swears under his breath.

“Fuck—take it all, baby,” he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. “It’s all for you,” he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.

He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs.

“Um…” you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. “Those are mine,” you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.

“And now,” he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. “They’re mine. C’mon; you should use the bathroom.”

He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.

When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred.

You would have never in a million years thought that you’d have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallway—let alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you can’t seem to find an ounce of regret.

“Girl, where the hell were you?!” Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. “We’ve been texting and calling for ages!”

“Oh,” you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. “It’s been on Do Not Disturb,” you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.

“Don’t do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?”

“Um… well, Haechan and I,” you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that he’s watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. “We hooked up.” you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.

Yeri’s jaw drops. “About damn time.” she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“Hush, you.” you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. “I’ll explain everything later—”

“Yeah, yeah, just go, girl.” Karina chuckles. “He’s waiting,” she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan.

When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

“So,” he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, “I know this is a little backwards of me, but… do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“I’d like that,” you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.

“Great. Now in the meantime,” he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, “I have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?”

You don’t even hesitate. “I’m down.” you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.

As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you can’t help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.

“Haechan!” you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. “My, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.”

“So?” he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.

“So?”

“Yeah. No one knows it’s your underwear but you and me,” he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. “So it’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” you mumble, thinking it over. “Okay.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“Uh, we can watch Family Guy,” you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.

“Good choice,” he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. “Perfect show to play in the background while we make out.”

“Oh—” you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.

“I’m kidding.” he assures you, and you can’t help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. “You wanted to make out, didn’t you?”

“A little bit,” you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.

“That can be arranged.” he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.

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monstersholygrail · 7 months ago

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Puppy bf being a good boy and waiting by the door when you come home from work, his cock already nice and hard. Waiting impatiently he wags his tail so hard it smacks against the wall. Whining about how badly he needs you.

Sending even the slightest signal he’ll be on you before you can blink, his snout nuzzling against your nose as he crowds you against the door so that you can feel the straining bulge in his pants. His hips move on their own as they automatically start grinding against your clothed core.

You protest, trying to at least go to the bedroom, but as soon as your bf gets a whiff of your arousal he’s done for. His nails catching on your clothes and tears them off in one single jerk of his arm. His quickly following.

You cry out, trying to cover yourself up before his hand pins both your wrists above your head. You look at him in shock and he immediately whimpers, bowing his head to you as his hard cock now rocks into your exposed folds. Wanting to be good even as his need consumes him and your arousal drips down onto his length.

“Don’t I deserve your pretty pussy? Haven’t I been good for you?“

His free hand slowly begins to trail down your body, not being able to help but grab fist fulls of your flesh on the way down. You moan softly, head rolling back against the door as he continues his journey until he’s cupping your cunt in his hand. Fingers cheekily running through your glistening folds.

“Y-yes,” you stutter, barely able to talk. Your bf whines louder and dips his fingers inside you just enough to have you jerking in his arms before they leave to swirl around your clit.

“Then please let me fuck you. I’ll do anything! I’ll lick you raw, I’ll make you cum till you pass out, I’ll make you feel better than you ever have before.”

You both know he was going to do all that anyway, but at the desperation in his eyes you know you can’t deny him any longer. And you can’t deny yourself either. Today was stressful and all you want right now is for your bf to pound into you until you’re seeing stars.

All it takes is you hooking your leg around your bf’s waist and his eyes brighten, immediately understanding your signal. Before you can even blink he’s thrusting inside you and he doesn’t stop to let you adjust.

Grunts and moans ring throughout your home and you’re more than certain all the neighbors can hear your bf fucking into you with reckless abandon. The door rattling on its hinges from the sheer power of his cock plunging into your wet heat.

Your bf whines lowly in your ear, nuzzling into the fold of your neck. Slowly turning to a puddle now that he can feel your squishy body back against his and his cock back inside of you.

“Why won’t you touch me? P-please, need your touch. Been forever, do you even love me anymore?” He whines dramatically.

He starts fucking up into you even harder. As if trying to remind you of the sensations that only he’s ever been able to bring out of you. You pant heavily, your eyes clouded with lust to the point you can barely think straight either.

“Baby, you got my hands.”

Your bf looks up and sees his claws still trapping your wrists against the door. His cheeks blaze with pink and he lets you go before hiding into your neck, rocking his hips so his pelvis grinds against your pussy in a silent apology. Your jaw drops, pussy clenching around him and he growls until your hands claw down his back and he calms down.

His length still sliding along your walls at a punishing pace, bringing you closer and closer your release. It’s as if he can sense it, grinding harder against your clit. Wanting to feel you milking his dick more than anything.

“Waited so long for you, to feel your tight pussy sucking my cock back inside you. Felt like years. Missed you so much,” he whimpers, rutting into you furiously like he doesn’t want to leave your cunt for a second.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere,” you whisper breathlessly in his ear.

With one more thrust you’re coming so hard on his cock that your ears ring. Your pussy clenching down so tightly on his length that he instantly cums right after you. Satisfied growls leaving his chest as you two help work each other through your climaxes.

You sag against him and his hands tighten on your hips, insistent on keeping you close. And he does as he helps take you to your room where he plans to make sure you don’t go anywhere as you’ll be too busy writhing on his thick tongue.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

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navybrat817 · 12 days ago

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Birthday Wish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to make a big deal out of his birthday, but you want to make it special.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Mutual crush, confessions, humor, light angst, fluff, reference to Bucky's past, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Happy birthday to Bucky and this is my first submission for @avengers-assemble-bingo (Card 4B 020 - Square 2 - Birthday Boy). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t care to celebrate his birthday. What was there worth celebrating? It was just another day like any other, another year that he got older. Even then, his looks didn’t match his current age. It was strange to look in the mirror and have the appearance of someone so much younger when he was born in 1917. He should’ve been old.

He should’ve left this world a long time ago.

While he was thankful for Steve and his other friends, he did feel a pang in his heart when he thought of his family. The last birthday he got to celebrate with his mom and sisters was before he got shipped off to war. Since then, there were no homemade cakes, no happy singing and jokes about him getting older, no candles to blow out and make a wish.

What would he even wish for today?

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner,” Steve suggested when he brought up Bucky’s birthday. “That could be fun, right?”

He felt bad shrugging in response since his best friend was trying to help him celebrate. “Maybe.”

“Dinner? Jesus, you two really are old men,” Tony commented, typing something into his phone. “Say the word and I’ll throw you a party. Best party you’ve ever had. You can thank me later.”

Bucky didn’t mean to give Tony a grumpy look, but parties were the billionaire’s thing. And while he didn’t mind having the spotlight on him as a younger man, it seemed foreign to him now. “My birthday is tomorrow, which gives you no time to plan a party, and I think I’m good.”

“I’m insulted that you would underestimate me and my connections,” Tony argued.

“No party,” Bucky said. He didn’t want one.

“What do you want to do then?” Sam asked.

Bucky’s brows pinched together. He didn’t really know. “My birthday isn’t a big deal, so I don’t want to make a big deal out of it,” he replied. Something low-key and not the least bit stressful would be nice. “I guess if I had to choose something, I’d like to read a new book and have a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting.”

The guys stared at him, and he waited for Tony to laugh or make another “old man” comment. He didn’t care. It was his birthday they were asking about, so shouldn’t he get to choose what he wanted to do?

“I think that’s really sweet. And chocolate cake with chocolate frosting is delicious.”

Turning toward the soft voice, a smile touched Bucky’s lips and his heart fluttered when he saw you smiling back. The newest member of the team, you always had words of encouragement or a soft smile for him. As kind as you were, you could also kick ass and give Natasha a run for her money. To say he had a bit of a crush on you was an understatement.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispered.

You ducked your head with a giggle before you cleared your throat, making his smile widen. When he let his mind wander he liked to imagine you whimpering or sighing when he whispered that in your ear. If you only knew the things he thought about you, both naughty and nice.

“‘Doll’?” Tony groaned and shook his head. “Barnes, we really need to acclimate you to the modern world because no one with any sense calls anyone ‘doll’.”

His jaw clenched and color rose to his cheeks. Maybe it was a bit old-fashioned, but he liked it and he thought you liked it, too. But if it bothered you…

“You can call me ‘doll’, Bucky,” you assured him. “I don’t mind.”

Bucky could’ve used the opportunity to say something charming or sweet, but he kept the words in his head and gave you a grunt and a nod instead. A fucking grunt and a nod. What the hell was wrong with him? He might as well have given you a high-five and called you “buddy”.

“Okay,” you drew the word out slowly. “I’ll see you guys later!”

While Bucky watched you leave the room, the guys once again stared at him. “Not a fucking word,” he growled when Tony opened his mouth, heading out himself. He didn’t want their pity or their jokes.

With his exceptional hearing, he stopped when Tony muttered, “Tin Man better step up his game because that was painful to watch.”

“I’m old, not dead. I have game,” he mumbled. Well, he used to have game. Times were different now, and so was he. Still, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of you liking him, and maybe he could step up and take a chance.

“Be nice, Tony,” Steve sighed.

“I’ll be nice when he grows a pair and makes a move. Look, we all have eyes and we see how she looks at him.” Bucky felt butterflies in his stomach before Tony continued. “And she’s a stunning creature. Someone will snag her if he doesn’t.”

Bucky clenched his gloved fists. “Lay off the guy,” Sam said. “He’ll make a move when he’s ready.”

“Tomorrow,” Bucky whispered, walking away, determined. He would make a move tomorrow. It would either be the best birthday he could remember or he’d lick his wounds alone in his room and hope you’d still be his friend.

But as luck would have it, he didn’t get to talk to you the next morning.

He swore he saw you rush out of the kitchen with something in hand, but Steve stopped him to wish him a happy birthday. Everyone greeted him throughout the morning with various messages ranging from nice to references of his age. They all made it a point to say something, but he hadn’t seen you at all. Well, he hadn’t seen you or-

“Happy year of birth, Barnes!” Thor shouted. Bucky’s reflexes couldn’t stop the handful of confetti from hitting his face. “Let us celebrate, my friend!”

Bucky spit a piece of confetti out and tried to wipe away the remainder that landed on his face and shirt. “Thanks?”

The god of thunder looked him over. “Wasn’t your hair longer yesterday?” he asked, inhaling when Bucky ran a hand through it. “And are you wearing cologne? Is it for the party?”

“Maybe,” he said under his breath. He had trimmed his hair a bit and spritzed some cologne in the hopes of getting your attention if he bumped into you. It was stupid. “Party? What are you-”

He tensed up for a second when Thor threw an arm over his shoulders. “Stark said you didn’t want a party and I believe it’s meant to be a surprise, so don’t tell him I told you,” he said. Bucky almost snarled. He didn’t want a party. And how the hell did Tony put something together at the last second? “He also planned for it to be earlier in the day because he said you are old and wouldn’t want to stay up late. The man is-”

“Bucky!” you called out from down the hall, making him relax. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks, doll,” he smiled, happy to finally see you.

“I like your haircut,” you said, gliding across the floor to where they stood and commanding the presence of anyone who looked your way. “It looks great.”

Bucky puffed his chest out, glad that you noticed and liked it. “Thanks, doll.”

“You got…” You smiled and wiped the remainder of confetti from his chest, his heart rate picking up. “Thor, I’m so sorry, but I have to steal Bucky away for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Thor humbly bowed to you, your doe eyed expression getting the blonde to easily bend to your will. Bucky’s hands flexed and for a moment he felt jealous before he remembered Thor wasn’t romantically interested in you. “Not at all. I shall take my leave.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s and gently pulling him away. “Mmm. You smell good, too.”

Bucky hid a smile. “Thanks again,” he said, happy that he made the call to wear it. “Hey, Tony isn’t really throwing me a party, is he?”

You winced. “Yeah, he’s throwing something,” you confirmed. Bucky was going to have a chat with him later. “I tried to talk him out of it, but he didn’t listen to me.”

“I appreciate you trying,” he said, pulling you closer to his side. It meant a lot.

“Which is why I wanted to steal you away for a bit so you could have some peace and quiet.”

You guided him to the tower library which was one of his favorite areas. When he wasn’t training or hanging out in his room, he was usually there. “What is that?” he asked when he saw the CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE sign on the doors.

“Oh, I did that so no one would come in,” you winked, opening the doors so he could go inside. “Tada! Happy birthday!”

Bucky’s mouth fell open when he saw the small set up in the corner. There was a book with a bow sitting on the chair and a piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting with a single candle on the table beside it. “Did you… Did you do this for me?” he asked, his chest getting tight. It was exactly what he asked for.

“Yeah. You said you didn’t want to make a big deal out of your birthday, and I thought you deserved to have the kind of birthday you wanted. So, a slice of cake and a new book it is,” you smiled, a bounce in your step when you went to light the candle for him. “But I may have gotten you one more thing.”

“And what’s that?” he asked. You had already gone above and beyond for him. There was nothing you needed to get him.

“Tickets to the new science exhibit that’s opening this weekend.”

His chest felt tight again. He mentioned to you in passing that he wanted to go to the museum to see the new science exhibit. His love of science was something that hadn’t died, but hadn’t gotten around to buying tickets yet. You really paid attention to him and cared, didn’t you?

Your smile faltered just a bit when he kept staring. “I hope it’s okay that I did that. I really wanted you to have a nice birthday and you mean a lot to me and…” you trailed off as if you didn’t mean to say that.

God, he wanted you to mean it.

“It’s more than okay, thank you,” he swallowed, making his way over to you. “And did you say I mean a lot to you?” he asked because he had to hear you say it again.

You bit your lip and he wanted to bite your lip, too. “Yeah, you do.”

Hearing that was one of the best birthday gifts you could give him. “You mean a lot to me, too,” he confessed. You meant everything. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

There was that giggle again that he loved. “Oh, I’m not, but thank you.”

“Yes, you are,” he whispered. You were the most amazing woman he knew. “I think that candle’s about to go out.”

The flame glowed in your eyes when you held up the plate and he felt lost in the best way. “Then you better make a wish.”

A charming smile crossed his face. “I can’t blow out my candle until someone sings ‘Happy Birthday’,” he teased.

Bucky expected you to protest when you opened your mouth. “Happy birthday to you.” He exhaled as you sang, your smoothe tone sending tingles down to his toes. “Happy birthday to you.”

Taking a step closer he placed a hand on your hip, your voice turning a bit breathy. It was beautiful. Everything about you was beautiful. He didn’t think he could fall any harder for you, but he was falling more and more each day.

“Happy birthday, dear Bucky…” You peered at him through your lashes. Looking back at you, he felt like he had something worth celebrating. “Happy birthday to you.”

With a gentle breath he blew the candle out and took the plate from your hands with ease. He heard both of your hearts beating faster, and he saw hope in your eyes. He gazed back at you, silently asking for permission. He wanted to kiss you, wanted you to be his girl.

Bucky wanted his birthday wish to come true.

“Doll…” he breathed.

It wasn’t until you nodded that he closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours. He took his time, savoring the feel of your mouths together. It was perfect, a moment he’d never forget.

“Wow,” you whispered when he pulled away. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “And I’m thankful it was a kiss you gave me instead of a grunt and a nod.”

Bucky laughed. “I can still give you a grunt and a nod,” he teased, touching your warm cheek. “And you know, since it’s my birthday and you said I should celebrate how I want, I think it’s only fair that I get 108 kisses.”

“Sergeant Barnes, are you really asking me for 108 kisses?”

“To start,” he smirked. “And it’s a good excuse to skip the party,” he added, going back in for another when you giggled.

He’d ask you after to stay with him while he read and shared the piece of cake. You’d tell him that you made it from scratch and hurried out of the kitchen so the gang wouldn’t eat it. He’d explain that he cut his hair and put on cologne for you in the hopes of attracting your attention which you told him he already had. And before the night was over, he’d ask you to go to the exhibit with him and to be his girl.

A birthday wish come true.

Have I told you lovelies how much I appreciate you? Because I do. Happy birthday, Bucky Barnes! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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