#Noah drabble

[concreteangel92]

I need a one shot on a size kink as a 5’ tall person

I beg you on my knees🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: size kink and talks of smut under the cut

Hey I done this more as a headcanon piece which I hope is ok ☺️

Permanent Taglist: @flowery-mess @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @lacy1986 @fadingangelwisp @theanarchymuse95 @w0manof-flesh44 @dream-machine-love @thisbicc @amelia-acero @badomensls @fadingintothegrey @tosoundlessdarkistare @ichoosetenderomens @hurricanesfollowyou @concretejunglefm @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @xmads-omensx @chey-h @xxkittenkissesxx @lyschko666 @rumoured-whispers @renegadebirch @floodflameschosen @ami--gami @koskeepsake @cheyyyyr @pipidoll @spookieolson @punkprincess1999

Let me know if you wish to be added!

Masterlist

• Noah lives for the way you react to how big he is, not just his cock, but his hands, his height, the way he completely dwarfs you when you’re beneath him. It’s such a power play for him

• He’d find it amusing to watch you try and reach things on high shelves and would take great pleasure in coming up to stand right up against you and grab the item with ease.

• He loves teasing you about your height next to him.

• “You alright little one?”

* He’d love holding your hand and seeing how small it is in his or grabbing both your wrists gently and letting his fingers curl all the way around, or slipping his hand between your thighs and watching the way you twitch from just one thick finger.

• “You really think you can take all of me baby?”

• He’ll say it with a grin, even if you’ve taken him dozens of times before. Because no matter how often it happens, the stretch always leaves you breathless, and he loves that, lives for it.

• He gets off on the way you clench when he slides in, how your breath catches, your legs tremble, how your fingers dig into his shoulders with how big he is.

• Loves to see how small you look beneath him, how he can cover you completely and caged you in.

• He’d nearly finish too fast just watching the bulge in your lower stomach every time he thrusts deep, hypnotised by the sight of himself buried inside you, stretching you wide beneath him.

[er1nne]

dr robby helps you in a time of crisis ♡

author's note : throwback to when john carter needed help putting in a IV, more john carter specific fics to come! enjoy

(do not copy or plagiarize, original work)

The Pitt is wrecked.

Not in the literal, structural sense—but in that raw, unspoken way that lingers after everything goes wrong all at once. The adrenaline’s drained, but the chaos hasn’t cleared. It hangs in the air like smoke—thick, invisible, choking. Voices bounce down the corridor, overlapping—code calls, short tempers, the dull whir of overworked machines. Someone’s arguing about intubation two beds down. Someone else is crying, quietly, behind a curtain.

Your scrubs are streaked with blood and iodine—not yours. You don’t know whose anymore. You stopped keeping track two hours ago. The sleeves are damp, the collar stretched, and you can still feel the ghost of someone’s pulse under your fingertips from the last room you left.

You push into a curtained trauma bay, closing the partition behind you with a soft swish—just to shut the noise out for thirty seconds. The patient on the bed is sedated, intubated, and still. Chart says stable, but barely. You’ve been told to place a second IV. Routine. Simple.

But your hands are trembling.

You breathe in slow through your nose, eyes on the tray. Alcohol swab. IV needle. Tape. You know this. You’ve done it a hundred times. Your fingers twitch slightly as you glove up.

You’ve done this before. It’s fine.

You find the vein. Clean the site. Draw back.

Then hesitate.

Your angle’s off. You know it is. But your body won’t move right. The hum of The Pitt is still in your head, buzzing like static, and your chest feels just tight enough to throw you off.

“Too shallow.”

The voice cuts through the fog before you hear the curtain open.

You flinch—not from the words, but from the timing.

He says nothing else at first—just stands beside you, his presence like an anchor dropped in the middle of the storm. Steady. Centered. The air around him seems quieter somehow, like the chaos of The Pitt can’t quite touch him here. Like it doesn’t dare.

You swallow hard. Your fingers twitch on the catheter, your grip not as solid as it should be. The room feels too warm and too cold all at once, the hum of the vitals monitor sinking into the ringing in your ears.

“I’ve got it,” you manage, voice stiff, barely hiding the shake. Not defensive—just too tired to pretend. You don’t even believe yourself.

“I know.”

He says it like fact. No judgment. No pressure. Just something still, quiet, and sure. Like he does know. Like he’s seen it before.

He steps closer—not crowding, not performing. Just there. And somehow, that’s more grounding than if he’d grabbed the needle himself.

His hand lifts, slow and precise, and his fingers brush the back of your wrist. Barely a touch. Just enough contact to steady the axis of your grip.

“Anchor deeper,” he says quietly. “Let the vein come to you.”

You blink, nod, reposition. Your body listens to him faster than your mind can keep up.

The needle slides in—clean. Smooth. Blood return.

You exhale like you’ve been underwater. Your shoulders ease down from where they’d been locked near your ears. You press the tape over the IV, gentle now, almost reverent with how deliberate your movements are. Like the whole thing could fall apart if you breathe too loud. You peel off your gloves slowly this time, not in frustration or embarrassment—but with care. Like you’re coming back into your body.

Robby doesn’t say told you so. He doesn’t step away. He just stays there. Standing beside you. Watching the monitor with that same unreadable calm—the kind of silence that doesn’t need to be filled.

You glance up at him, eyes flicking sideways.

“Thank you,” you say, softer now. Real.

“Good stick,” he says. Low. Almost too low to catch over the beeping monitor.

It lands soft—like a compliment passed between breaths. Like something he didn’t mean to say out loud, but did anyway.

Your chest eases. Not because of the words themselves, but because of the way he said them—steady, quiet, like he meant it. Like it was okay to take a moment and acknowledge something done right.

You glance at him, just long enough to check for judgment, critique—something. But it’s not there. He’s composed, calm. Just watching with the same quiet focus he brings to everything else. Not clinical exactly, but measured. Level. Like he sees you—not just the task.

You hesitate, pulse steady now but your throat tight. “Thank you, Dr. Robinavitch.”

The name hangs awkwardly in the air between you. Formal. Too formal. You know it the second you say it.

But he doesn’t correct you right away.

He just holds your gaze a second longer than necessary, head tilted slightly—like he’s deciding something.

Then, finally—voice low, deliberate, just above a whisper: “Robby is fine.”

You barely have time to process it before someone calls his name from outside the curtain—sharp, urgent.

He turns toward the voice, already moving, already slipping back into motion. But right before he pulls the curtain aside, he glances back at you with a tight lipped smile—quick, unreadable, and gone in a breath.

And just like that, he disappears down the hall. You let out the air you didn’t realize you were holding.

Just enough to breathe again. Just enough to feel yourself settle. Then you turn back to the patient—heart steady, hands quiet.

But the space beside you still feels occupied.

[vacantfields]

"... Sun?" You curiously asked the animatronic with its fingers wrapped gently around your wrist. The animatronic let out a scoff from its voicebox and what sounded like a sigh as well.

"No. Moon. I'm Moon, Starlight... Has he really never mentioned me to you?" He asked so carefully, like he was afraid of the answer. You furrowed your brows. "Sun? No... no, he has never mentioned you, Moon. I'm sorry." You did feel sorry, so you moved your free hand to put it over the back of the hand that was wrapped around your wrist. "If it's any condolence I am very happy to meet you, Moon." You said with a small smile.

That slightly softened Moon's worried brow, though his red eyes looked sadder. "Sun and I inherit the same body. He cuts me out mostly for when you two have alone time together... he... fears. I will hurt you Starlight, but I would never."

You frowned. Sun kept his other half away from you? Why? Moon seemed sad but harmless. "Well... Moon. Maybe we can finally get to know each other then! I will talk sternly with Sun, though, once he's... in the front seat." Moon smiled softly at that and moved his hand down to yours to hold it.

"I would love to get to know you better, Starlight." He said so tenderly and earnestly that you felt flush, and the color in your cheeks only got more vibrant when he pulled your hand up more and then leaned down to gently place his grin against your knuckles.

"Oh."

That was all you said in response, but you were sure he could hear your heart beating faster than before.

[art-by-jas]

Moment's Silence

Summary: John's lunch break takes an exciting turn.

Warnings: NSFW-ISH; Kissing, Undressing, Carter begging

WC: 648

A/N: I'm literally on episode 3 of ER; I've never watched it before, so forgive me.

Dr. Benton had been watching the bustling department with a keen eye. Recognizing a rare lull in the usual busy activity, he turned to Carter, his voice steady. “It’s not often we get a break like this around here,” he said, gesturing towards the door. “You should take the opportunity to grab some lunch or attend to any personal matters. Keep your pager on you.” With those words, he dismissed Carter, leaving him the chance to step away from the chaos, if only for a brief respite. 

And so, Carter finds himself on his lunch break at your place, he barely has a moment to close the door behind him before you are there, a whirlwind of energy drawing him closer. With a playful tug, you begin to pull at the edges of his clothes, determination lighting up your eyes. 

He can’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm as the white lab coat he wore slips from his shoulders, revealing the button-up underneath. “Well, someone looks a bit eager,” he remarks, amusement dancing in his voice. Your fervor is infectious, and the way you lean in, eyes sparkling, fills the small room with an electric tension that makes the clock tick a little slower during this stolen moment.

With a playful glint in your eye, you lean in closer, letting your fingers dance teasingly along the buttons of his blue shirt. "Maybe," you reply, a flirtatious smirk breaking across your lips as you catch his gaze. "Can you really blame me? It’s rare we get more than a moment together these days." 

“No… I guess I can’t,” John replies softly, his voice laced with a hint of regret. His hands come up gently to cradle your face, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness. After a moment, they drift down to your hips, where he begins to rub circles with his thumbs. “Damn shame that is,” he adds, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.

With a steady focus, you continue your task, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate care. Each button gives way with a soft pop, and as the fabric slips to the floor, it reveals the contours of his body beneath. Your hands quickly find their way to the sturdy metal of his belt buckle, fingers moving with an urgency that matches the pounding rhythm of your heartbeat. 

His hands, warm and tentative, glide toward the hem of your shirt, his fingertips delicately brushing the soft fabric that clings to your skin. With careful intention, he helps rid you of your top.

With your shirt now cast aside, you lean closer, pressing him firmly against the cool surface of the wall, feeling the tautness of his body beneath your fingertips. Your hands move with purpose as they deftly work to loosen the confines of his pants, drawing them slowly down until they pool around his ankles.

A soft, almost instinctual groan of pleasure escapes his lips, parting them in a way that invites more. As you maintain the firm pressure against his back.

"I need you. So bad..." John sighs.

You lean in closer, letting your warm breath brush against his skin as you softly place a tender kiss on his shoulder. Your fingertips begin to explore, gliding down the front of his body with a gentle touch. The intimacy of the moment envelops you both, and you look up at him, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “How bad?” you ask, your voice low and inviting.

He shivers at the sensation of your kiss as it gently grazes his bare skin. Your hands wander along the contours of his body. He gasps for breath, his chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms, each exhale a mixture of longing and desire. "So bad.. You have no idea how bad. I'm so tired of being away from you," he says between breaths.

MASTERLIST

[silent-stories]

Random Noah thought that I can't title (3) bc his cheeks look SO kissable. Look at him.

You’ve always been affectionate with your friends. It wasn’t something you thought twice about, resting your head over Matt's shoulder for a moment when sitting backstage, ruffling Folio’s hair after a show and making him laugh as he tried to do the same thing to you and you ran away, or dropping a casual kiss on one of your friends' cheek when they did something nice for you.

With Noah, though?

With Noah it was different.

Not that you treated him differently, you really didn't.

You kissed his cheek too, just like you did with the others, like when he made you vegetable soup when you weren't feeling very well, when he bought you that necklace you'd been saying you wanted for your birthday, after a friendly outing with the band.

And every time, without fail, his ears turned bright red. A cute, nervous blush crept across his cheekbones.

You noticed, of course.

But you never said anything.

Neither did he.

He’d just duck his head a little, let out a small laugh, and try to act casual while internally short-circuiting and screaming and crying.

Because Noah had a secret that was not really a secret to anyone.

A big, stupid, inconvenient, wonderful secret.

He had a huge crush on you.

It wasn’t even subtle. Not to the rest of the band, anyway. Folio caught on the first time he watched Noah stare at you for a solid minute while you were talking to Jolly. Nick figured it out after Noah rewrote an entire verse in a song because the original one “didn’t feel right” after you'd given your opinion on it. And Jolly? Well, Jolly just knew. Like some sixth sense.

You didn’t seem to notice, or maybe you did, and just didn’t say anything. That was worse, in Noah’s mind.

Tonight, you were all hanging out at their house.

You came bringing your best friends, the one who had a crush on Folio but for some reason avoided him like the plague and the one who always forgot their band's name.

You were wearing a casual dress, nothing fancy, just right for a night like this, but Noah still had to take a deep breath every now and then and stop himself from looking at you for the hundredth time

You were sitting between Nick and Noah on the couch.

You laughed at something he said and turned your head toward Noah.

He stiffened, just slightly, as you leaned in.

"By the way," Your lips brushed the edge of his cheek, soft and familiar.

“Thanks for letting me hijack your playlist earlier,” you whispered against his skin.

Noah didn’t breathe.

You pulled back with that smile he liked too much. The one that made his chest feel too tight.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled, hoping his voice didn’t crack.

You turned back to the group, commenting on something Jolly was saying. Noah just sat there, ears flaming, willing himself to look normal.

Matt caught his eye from across the room and smirked.

Noah glared at him.

Later that night, after everyone found different spots to sit and chat, you found Noah sitting on the steps just outside the front door, tapping something into the notes app on his phone. Probably lyrics.

“Hey.” you said quietly, sitting beside him.

"Hey." He gave you a small smile.

You were silent for a beat. Then, quietly: “Your ears were red again.”

Noah froze.

You were watching him, expression unreadable. He just hoped you weren't going to make fun of him.

He laughed, kind of breathless. “Yeah. I, uh… that’s just… you know. When it's hot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Noah.”

He swallowed. Hard.

“I like when you kiss me,” he said finally, voice low, words almost trembling. “Probably more than I should.”

You blinked.

“I mean...I know you do that with everyone, and it’s totally cool, I’m not trying to make it weird, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, ears crimson again. “I have this… thing. For you. And I’m scared I look like a total idiot every time you’re near me.”

You stared at him.

Then smiled.

Slowly.

And leaned in.

Another kiss, still on his cheek. It was warm.

“You don’t look like an idiot,” you murmured. “You look like someone I really, really want to kiss properly.”

His heart fucking stopped.

Then—

“...like, not just cheek-level anymore.”

Noah turned to you, beautiful brown eyes so wide you could almost see your reflection in them.

And then you kissed him, really kissed him.

And his cheeks still burned, and his ears were still red.

[sweeethearts]

was colouring after dinner for fun, since i was starting to get a little bored from scrolling through all my streaming services and not wanting to watch anything but the pitt season 2!!! and the more i colour the page, the more i think about doing this cute little hobby in front of robby.

he came home, found you on the kitchen table with alcohol markers scattered around you and an adorable animal spread in front of you. you acknowledge his arrival with a smile, and a giggle when he gives a slight tease on your choice of entertainment. he leaves you be, smiling at the way your lip catches between your teeth in concentration. when he comes back, fresh out the shower, he notices you’re three leaves away from finishing. so he comes around and sneaks his head around to your cheek. one hand on the chair and the other resting on your hip.

“gonna stop now, sweetheart? been colouring for a couple hours now. keep inhaling those alcohol fumes,” he mutters sweetly into your ear. admiring your ability to neatly stay within the lines and experiment with colour blending. noticing the little highlights and the shadows and god it makes him love you more?

“mhm”

“back’s gonna get stiff…” he kisses your cheek again. “gonna need to stretch you out”

you smile, giggle even at his knowing choice of words. “stretch me out, huh?”

know its his turn to share a “mhm”

he scoops you up from the chair, like you dont weigh a thing. you squeal, able to put the cap on the marker in your hand before it hits the book.

“robby! my masterpiece!”

he shares a chuckle, carrying you to the bed and hes so quick to shed you of your shirt. of your pyjama pants and little striped cotton panties with the cute lace trim and small bow at the top.

quick to lap at you for what seems like hours. stretch you out with his digits and cock. let your back arch and lips puff and whines melt into the warmth of his body against yours.

and it isnt until you both catch your breaths for the night, bodies tangled with each other, that you notice a marker sticking out of your pants pocket on the floor. the good pink! the prettiest pink you own.

so you lean down to grab it, situate yourself onto robby’s lap, his big hands instinctively going to your hips, squeezing as you take off the cap.

he doesn’t speak, just watches you with soft eyes and a loving smile plastered on his lips. feels the way the cold tip of the marker curves around his chest, right below his collarbone. a heart there. a bow here.

all pretty and pink!

all so you.

on him.

your own little mark. your own little touch. and even if it doesn’t rub off in time for tomorrow’s shift, robby doesn’t really care. knows he’ll carry around your little doodle for the day with honour. and maybe when he comes home, you’ll do it again. somewhere else.

everywhere.

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

husband!Noah x reader (yandere-tsundere drabble)

Context: Noah is the yandere character from the visual novel "my personal hater" that you can play here.

Your husband!Noah - is very clingy even if he acts tough and cool about that. You just simply can't get rid of him the moment he decides to cling onto you which happens all the time. Don't get yourself fooled though! The whole time Noah squeezes the shit out of you in his casual hug, he will mumble some mean stuff about you while treating the crook of your neck as a comfy pillow.

"Who the fuck is watching hello kitty the anime at this day and age? How old are you? Ten?"

Your husband!Noah - would be the type to do all the providing and protecting stuff. AND on top of that he will do all the housework such as cooking, cleaning, running errands etc... You name it, and he probably done that chore couple hours ago!

Your husband!Noah - would basically make you feel left out from the "family duties" because he thinks doing everything in the house and outside of it all by himself will make him superior to you.

"How dare you interrupt me from doing my duties? Huh... Oh, you made me tea? *////* Thanks, i guess..." He would definetely not lick the handle of the cup the second you're not looking lol!

You are deadass husband!Noah's special interest. Always were and always will be. Is it unhealthy to be so obsessed with a human? Of course! Does Noah give a fuck about that? NO HE DOESN'T!!!

Your husband!Noah - will laugh at you for liking something, especially if the thing you got interested in is silly. But then the next day or two you'll notice new things (the ones that you were made fun of) appearing around the house randomly. If you ask Noah about that he would act like you're going crazy.

"What do you mean there is my melody pillow in your corner? Of course it's there! It was always like that! Why wouldn't it be?" *Bonus points if he will give you the trinket with the thing you're interested in out of the blue lol*

Your husband!Noah - is careful with everything that's important to you even if he always acts nonchalant. That includes your cat - Whiskey! He will take her to the vet and grooming appointments regularly if it's needed. Even if she hates him and makes it known at every opportunity, he will still treat Whiskey the best.

"I'm not even the cat person... Not when she scratches and hisses at me like that! You and Whiskey have something in common... Both are insanely cute~" *Continues playing with Whiskey using countless cat toys he bought just for her*

Your husband!Noah - is distressed everytime you go out of the house without him. Even thinking about other men looking and hitting at you despite the ring - makes his hair fall off if you're out long enough.

"So what if i always know your location? It's still unsafe and stupid of you to go out alone... You always need me by your side just in case something happens! How don't you understand that you dumbass?"

---

There is no clear ending in which the main character ends up being with Noah willingly, so i made a little drabble specifically about that.

Anyway hope yall liked it. Bye!

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Noah Sebastian (Part 2)

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Oneshots

@measuredingold :

‘heaven sent’ (absolutely god tier fic) 🌹🪻

‘coeur d’alene’ (part 2 to heaven sent^) 🥀🪻🌺

‘i was free in the fall’ 🥀🪻

best friend! noah part 1 🌺 part 2 🌹

@somebodyels3 :

‘cleanse me with pleasure’ (another absolutely god tier work) 🌹

‘Dull Ache’ 🥀🪻

@iwasntstable :

'never just friends' (yet another god tier piece of writing) 🌹🥀

‘stay til’ morning’ (part 2 to never just friends ^) 🥀🪻

‘happy birthday’ 🪻

‘when i miss you’ 🪻

‘tired?’ 🪻

'is it true?' 🥀🪻

@veronicaphoenix :

‘to hold you, to heal’ 🥀🪻

‘under the stars’ 🪻

‘until the stars stop shining’ 🪻

'wrapped in winter embers' 🌹

@yarasdead :

‘CYBERSEX’ 🌹

first time with best friend! noah part 1 🌹 part 2 🌹

@concretecultist :

‘Kingdom Come’ 🌹

‘Pomegranates & Pleasure’ 🌹

'Sacrilege' 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien’ (sleep on until the day when all is well) 🥀🪻

‘the manic rhapsody’ 🪻

‘devour me’ 🌹🥀

@poppy-in-the-woods :

'Braids' 🌹

@rprise :

'moonlight' 🪻🌺

'night drive' 🪻

@thewrstinme :

'Immortalised in stone' 🪻🌹

'You always do that, don't you?' 🌹🪻

‘You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one’ 🌹

@kaliforniahigh :

haters to lovers (doesn't have a title) 🥀🌹

@valiantroeagleangel :

'Beg for it' 🌹

@into-the-grey :

'Until You're Resting' 🥀🪻

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

'warm and alive' 🌹

@concreteangel92 :

'The Angel Of The Night' 🥀🌹

period sex 🌹

‘Every Last Drop’ 🌹

@malice-ov-mercy :

stepbrother noah and toys (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@deathblacksmoke :

'love is a gentle thing' 🪻

‘sink into your sunlight’ 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

'2.30 AM CHAMOMILE TEA' 🥀🪻

‘The Sound Of You’ 🪻

@tikosblogg :

‘A Helping Hand’ Part 1 🌹 Part 2 🥀🌹

@foreverlittlesoshi :

‘the center of my day’ 🪻

@silentglassbreak :

'Anything More Than Human' 🌹

'Skin' 🌹

@sykesandskittles :

'ZERO' 🌹

@omensandwonders :

'i can't be saved' 🌹

@idwt-money :

'Sleepless Nights' 🌹

@bluestdai

‘Shadowbound’ 🥀🌹

noah x reader x folio :

@concretecultist :

threesome (doesn't have a title) 🌹

@sorrowsofsilence :

'Threefold Desires' 🌹

noah x reader x davis :

@livingdeceasedgirl :

'The Hills' 🌹

Series

@veronicaphoenix :

‘The Inevitability Of Love At First Sight’ (god tier as well) 🥀🪻🌹

@silent-stories :

‘To Build A Family’ 🪻🥀

Brother’s best friend! Noah 🪻🥀

[dramaticallytotal]

I have fallen into world tour again and fell into the alenoah rabbit hole, so I'm making it everyone else's problem XD

So why not start off with a fic idea?

Accidentally Popular:

I really am a sucker for Noah becoming Chris and Chef's like pseudo kid when Noah worked as Chris's assistant, but neither Chris nor Chef will ever admit it (Only to themselves and each other). While working for Chris, he unknowingly becomes popular with the interns, prop masters, camera crew, etc. So when Noah was "fired," they all nearly quit. He was basically the only thing keeping the show and network together. I mean, he somehow managed to scare the executives and producers into being somewhat nice to them all.

Chris had to explain to those who were threatening to quit that he didn't want to fire Noah, but the execs and producers strong armed him. He also secretly let's them know that the firing was staged due to Noah having to compete in the new season of Total Drama. No one is particularly happy, but they stay and play along since they know now that Noah will be back once he manages to get himself eliminated. Of course, he can't do it right away as that would make the execs and producers suspicious, but they were willing to let Chris rehire him if he got far in the game, unlike last time.

Noah hates everything about the plan, but hey, if this will make the execs and producers get off his and Chris's back in the future, so be it. Now Noah actually has to try and stick it out, unlike on Island, when he took one look at the camp and decided he would get thrown off as soon as he could manage.

He is not that same old Noah anymore. Sure, he's still snarky and witty and hella smart, but he's not as lazy as he once was, and he's learned to be more compassionate and to hold his tongue due to him leading teams left and right and also having to talk to various people on behalf of Chris. He's even learned to smooze rather well.

He thought he would probably stick to his normal group of friends, but once the game starts, he starts accidentally making a lot of connections and friendships without knowing. Like when he let Tyler rant about Lindsey not remembering him and how bummed he was because it somewhat reminded him of his sister Nadia when a guy she really liked ghosted. She had been so distraught and angry, so Noah sat and listened. He had no advice to give but at least he could lend an ear.

Then there was the time Bridgette was having a hard time missing Jeff, and though the party dude annoyed Noah, he knew the guy was genuinely nice. Plus, it reminded him of his other sister Neelima and an intern named Stacy, who both were in long-distance relationships. So Noah offered to help Bridgette write some letters for Jeff even if he wouldn't get them unless they happened to stop near a post office. His sister and Stacy had done the same when they missed their partners and swore it helped.

Somehow, it turned into a trend that Noah vaguely acknowledged, but for the most part, he just kind of thought everyone was just being nicer to him because he was Owen's friend. Little did he know, no, it was because he was just being himself. They all started to like him even if he tended to be blunt.

He even got Heather to like him! And she had believed he was just playing the game. But one night, when he had gone to use the restroom, he caught Heather messing with her hair in there looking like she was going to cry. It took a bit till she admitted that while she was used to the short hair now, she still missed how long it used to be. Noah was reminded of his sister Nila when she had to cut her hair due to some jerk putting gum in it. She had been so depressed she wore a beanie for a month straight. Look, Noah wasn't great at doing his own hair, but he was damn good at helping his sisters with their's since they forced him to learn how to braid and whatnot. So he and Heather messed around with different styles until she felt confident once more.

Alejandro also believed Noah was just playing the game and doing a better job of it than him. So he did his damn best to befriend Noah for strategy, of course, but somewhere along the way, he actually considered Noah a friend. Then London happened, and Noah took it as the perfect opportunity to throw himself out by talking shit about Alejandro. He chose to do so because he was suspicious of him like he originally was, but also, he totally doesn't think Alejandro considers them friends. Hell, he doesn't know that practically everyone on the plane considers them his friends! He just knew how temperamental Alejandro was and used it to his advantage.

In this au, he definitely wins the comeback challenge with Blainley. Of course, he partners up with Alejandro, who thinks they are now rivals. Yes he does make it to the final two with Alejandro.

When it's the Aftermath episode where everyone picks teams, Noah jas the most people, and when one has to compete for him, all of them are like "as Noah's best friend, i should compete" And everyone is like "??? I'm his best friend"

When Noah sees his team during the finale, he gets so flustered that Alejandro finally believes that Noah is an oblivious genius idiot. It's also when he decides to shoot his shot, but now he's not trying to be subtle. He's basically professing his love, which just makes Noah more flustered yet also strangely determined to win as he thinks maybe Alejandro will stop flirting once Noah wins.

Noah wins.

Alejandro does not stop.

________

Overall a kinda crack-y idea XD

[jade-bright]

Just so yall know,

There's some versions of my same age sterek au in my head, where Stiles' grandmother, Claudia's mother, is a(n) seer/oracle (someone with the ability to see what will happen in the future).

Anyway, in some worlds, at some point, Grandma Gajos sees how Claudia will lose herself and die when Stiles is still fairly young. She doesn't do much about it since she's had to grow up reminded and reminding herself to live in the moment, but it all comes to a head when Stiles loses most of his spark, (as the price for bringing Paige back from the dead) that's when she knows Claudia will soon not be her Claudia anymore.

So she let's her grandson and his friends have some time to recover from their friend's death and resurrection, and let both the Stilinski and Hale families process the fact that the other is part of the supernatural world, before she starts getting herself involved with Stiles' relationship with Derek.

Firstly, this is a born werewolf of a strong pack and a long line of Hale's, she is going to walk up to the Hale house and demand strongly suggest and recommend that Derek officially and correctly court her grandson, (Stiles can whine all he wants but a spark deserves no less than a proper courting, especially her own grandson).

After both of them have proven themselves worthy mates to the each other and their families, with some help from Peter (because he's the only reasonable one hadn't tried to talk her out of this whole thing, and willingly helping with little to no fuss) she starts to plan a mating bond ritual combined with a handfasting ceremony.

Both parents of the boys try to reason with her, in that they shouldn't be tying their sons together so early, when they're both still so young, but she knows her daughter won't be able to be at her son's wedding (doesn't yet see that almost all the Hale's won't be either), and that if there's one good thing about her power is that she knows Derek is it for Stiles, she's seen several versions of her little Mieczysław and there's not one where he doesn't end up with Derek Hale.

She continues on her mission of getting them married through spark and werewolf means, she knows even if it'll only be recognized by those of the supernatural world, it won't matter because this is much more meaningful to both families.

When she's sitting in the front row during the ceremonial ritual and can see right in front of her, the deep true love these two boys have for each other, she's more than happy to have gone through with this. And when she's at the after-party watching as Claudia and Talia get to dance with their new sons, she's truly reassured in that she'll never regret her decision in doing this.

This adventure of Grandma Gajos ends with howls and sparks of light going into the night, and for some, it'll be the last good moment they'll have for a long time...

[concreteangel92]

The Tattoo Artist

Noah Sebastian x female tattoo artist reader

No warnings for this one

I couldn’t get this cute little idea out of my head so here we are! Let me know what you think and it’s been left pretty open so if everyone likes it, we could always revisit this again down the line ☺️

Also the part about the nerves in the body twitching during a tattoo was more or less (obviously it’s been tweaked slightly) the conversation me and my artist had when I was getting my leg tattooed 🤣👌🏻 (you’ll know what I mean when you get there ahaha)

I can also confirm writing this 100% made me crave another tattoo!! My body hasn’t been stabbed or had pain inflicted on it in a year 🤣

Taglist: @flowery-mess @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @bloody-spades @lacy1986 @fadingangelwisp @theanarchymuse95 @w0manof-flesh44 @dream-machine-love @thisbicc @amelia-acero @badomensls @fadingintothegrey @tosoundlessdarkistare @ichoosetenderomens @hurricanesfollowyou @concretejunglefm @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @xmads-omensx @chey-h @xxkittenkissesxx @lyschko666 @rumoured-whispers

Let me know if you wish to be added!

Masterlist

The sound of buzzing filled the studio mixed with the music playing over the speakers in the well lit up room.

Frames upon frames littered the walls, all different tattoo designs and art work from your fellow colleagues or independent artists decorated the space.

You took a sip of your coffee and then wheeled over on your chair to your table to start setting up for your client of the day.

A guy called Noah who wanted a new tattoo on his left leg.

You’d been messaging back and forth online and you’d sent him your designs that you’d drawn up and then tweaked until he was happy with the final result.

You hadn’t seen what he looked like yet, he’d been given your number through a mutual friend who you tattoo’d and you were curious to see who he was.

You set up the tattoo guns and got out all the colour pots so they were ready to use. Your tablet laid open with the design up on the screen ready and you’d already printed off a couple different sizes for Noah to choose from.

Once you felt your station was ready, you sat back in your chair with one leg crossed over the other and drank your coffee while scrolling on your phone.

Dead on 10am you heard the sound of the bell out front, signalling someone had come in.

“Hi, I have an appointment with y/n, 10am”

You heard one of your colleagues directing him through to the back room where you were waiting.

You then saw this incredibly tall and heavily tattooed guy walk in so you gave him a smile.

“Hi Noah Davis yeah?”

Noah nodded and smiled back.

“That’s me”

You gestured for him to come over and you picked up your tablet.

“How are you doing today?”

Noah came and lent against the tattoo table as you pulled on some black gloves over your hands.

“Yeah I’m excited, your work is incredible!”

You felt your cheeks go slightly warm at his compliment, choosing not to meet his gaze as you said thank you.

“That’s very kind, I can see you’re no stranger to a tattoo”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’ve had one or two before”

You smiled and you picked up the tablet that had been resting on your lap.

“So just to check, you’re happy with this design? Nothing you want to change?”

“Nope that’s perfect”

You set the tablet down and grabbed a couple different sizes.

“Lovely and what sort of size did you want? Can I see the area?”

Noah nodded and sat back onto the table and brought his left leg up and pointed to the area of skin under a red Japanese style demon mask tattoo.

“I would love it to fill this gap up”

You place the designs over the area to see what the sizes could look like and you pick the middle sized print out.

“I personally think this size fits best but what do you think?”

Noah looked down and nodded.

“That’s looks fine to me, I’ll trust your judgment”

You smiled again and grabbed the razor.

“Just going to shave the area and then we can get the outline on and you can have a look in the mirror over there and make sure you’re happy”

You carefully started to shave away the hair on his leg, you could feel his calf muscle tensing slightly under your touch.

Once the outline was on his skin, you directed him over to the mirror and you watched as he made sure he was happy with it.

You took that time to admire him properly, not only was he tall and clearly took care of himself, it was his eyes and smile that drew you in.

You’d have to be blind to not see how insanely attractive he was but you reminded yourself that he was a client and you had a job to do.

“That’s perfect”

You nodded and smiled.

“Ok, want to come lie back on the table”

You set the top end of table up into a sitting position so he could sit up while you tattooed his leg.

Noah got himself comfortable while you placed your tablet open next to you and doubled checked you had everything ready.

“All set?”

Noah gave you a smile.

“I’m all yours”

You refrained from responding to that and turned the tattoo gun on and got yourself in position and got comfortable over his leg as you started to tattoo him.

After a minute or so you asked him how it was.

“Yeah that’s fine so far, I’m not screaming in agony yet”

You laughed.

“Well the morning is still early”

You spent the next hour chatting back and forth while you worked on his tattoo, the conversation seemed to flow very naturally with each other.

You had your hand on his leg while you tattooed so you could feel his muscles, you were just doing the last of the line work before moving onto the shading when you could feel the muscle tense.

You brought the needle up as Noah’s leg suddenly twitched and his leg jumped up slightly.

“Whoa..sorry, I can’t stop that”

You smiled and giggled as you went back to work when his leg has relaxed down again.

“That’s ok, I can feel when your leg is about to twitch, it’s natural when getting a tattoo in this area due to all the nerves”

Noah nodded and winced at the pain.

“Yeah…my legs do it every time. Is there anywhere worse that twitches in your experience?”

You pulled the gun away and gave his leg a wipe down, you looked up at him with a smirk.

“You really want to know? The one place that twitches the most would be someone’s ass”

Noah couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of his mouth.

“Seriously?!”

You nodded and took a sip of your water.

“Seriously! You think of all the nerves we have there, when someone gets tattooed there, it’s normally twitching away”

“Well remind me not to get you to tattoo my ass then”

You laughed and started the shading.

“I’ve only had to tattoo a couple butts in my time thankfully”

You felt his leg tense slightly and looked up to see his face twisted slightly in pain.

“You good?”

Noah nodded.

“Yeah that bit is particularly sharp”

You noticed he’d gone a bit more pale than when he first walked in.

“You got anything sugary on you?”

Noah suddenly looked like he’d been caught like a deer in the headlights.

“Erm…shit no I forgot. It’s been a while since I had a big tattoo done”

You finished the part you were shading and rolled your chair over to your desk and pulled out some sour jelly sweets.

“Here you go”

Noah smiled and took the bag.

“Thanks”

He popped one into his mouth and his face screwed up as the sour taste hit him.

“Wow…now they are sour!”

You giggled and carried on with the shading.

“Sorry, they are a particular favourite of mine but they will get your sugar levels back up, you are starting to lose a bit of colour, don’t want you passing out on me”

Noah continued to eat some of the sweets and chuckled.

“Sometimes I can be a wimp getting a tattoo, how do you handle them? I see you’re really covered”

You smiled as you wiped his leg again before continuing.

“I have a very high pain threshold so most of mine I’ve breezed through”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me”

You glanced up at him and felt your cheeks go warm as he smiled down at you.

“Depends on where it is obviously”

Another hour or so had gone by and you’d just finished the colour in his tattoo and you’d both been chatting away, the conversation had gone through so many topics, a favourite between you both had been anime and music.

You had just set up the white ink to finish the tattoo off and you stretched out your back quickly.

“Just got to do the white and then you’re all done. How you holding up?”

Noah gave you a beautiful smile and looked down at his leg.

“I’m good, I’m excited to get this finished, my friend was right, you really are incredible”

Your cheeks flushed red at his compliment as you smiled at him. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t loved every second of today. The conversation had non stopped flowed, you shared a lot of the same interests and your energy just seemed to match each other…and he was incredibly easy on the eye as well.

You felt sad that the session was coming to an end, in about 10 minutes you’d be cleaning and wrapping him up and it would be over.

You pushed these feelings aside and focused on the work in front of you, nothing got in the way of you creating the best tattoos you could possibly do.

You both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, more so because Noah was definitely feeling the pain at this point.

Over the speakers you could hear a new song just starting that a friend of yours had played you the other week and you started singing quietly to the words as you worked.

“I’m not afraid of the war you’ve come to wage against my sins….”

You felt Noah’s leg tense again but didn’t think anything of it.

“You a fan of Bad Omens?”

You shrugged slightly but didn’t take your eyes off his leg.

“I’ve only just started listening to them actually, my friend played me this song the other week and I fell in love with it so I’ve started listening to their albums. I wouldn’t say I’m a massive fan yet but I’d see them live if they tour around here again soon, maybe I’ll know all the words by then. You a fan of the band?”

Noah laughed.

“I guess you could say that yeah”

You were nearly done with his tattoo as you finished the last of the white ink.

“Have you seen them live before?”

“Once or twice yeah”

You wiped down his leg and cleaned it off to check it once more before you wrapped it.

“They’re worth seeing then?”

“I’d say they are definitely worth seeing personally”

You turned off the gun and sat back in your chair.

“What do you think?”

Noah sat up and looked over his new tattoo and then stood up and stretched out his tall body.

“It looks incredible, it’s exactly what I wanted”

You smiled and gestured for him to come over so you could take your photos for your portfolio and then wrap it up.

“Right so I’m assuming you’re no stranger to the aftercare?”

Noah shook his head with a smile.

“Any problems then just give me a call and if it needs any touch ups down the line then let me know”

“Thank you I will and this definitely won’t be the last tattoo I get from you”

You stood up once his leg was wrapped and removed your gloves and chucked them in the bin, it was only standing next to him that you realised how big he actually was, he towered over you.

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the experience and my work”

Noah paid you for the tattoo and gathered his things.

“You’re a great artist with great taste in anime and bands and has a love for sour sweets. I’ll definitely be back”

You laughed and walked with him to the front of the studio to see him out.

“Hey maybe when bad omens next play I could take you to the show?”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me. It was lovely to meet you Noah”

Noah smiled and gave you a wave as he walked out of the door.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he left, feeling sad the day was over.

You went back to your station and started to clean everything away and sterilise everything.

Later that afternoon when you were drinking your freshly made coffee, you got a notification on your phone.

You opened it up and your eyes went wide as you read ‘badomensofficial’ has tagged you in their story.

You saw a photo on their story of Noah’s new tattoo with the caption.

“Had the absolute pleasure of getting a new tattoo by @ y/n today! Will definitely be going back soon, make sure you stock up on those sweets!”

Chapter 2

[kingofthedaisies]

Lil bit from a Sterek fic I'm working on.

Stiles drives Derek to his loft, humming along to the soft song on the radio. His brakes screech quietly, and he smiles at Derek; "Goodnight, baby. And it was a damn good night," his smile flips to a smirk, in reference to their earlier escapade. And then Derek surprises Stiles with a soft kiss, cradling his neck and really savoring the moment— eyes closed, foreheads touching, warmth and comfort. When their lips finally split apart, Derek doesn't open his eyes for a moment. He's smiling— soft and reverent and real. Stiles is just watching him.

"What... What was that for?" Stiles asks, shocked not at the kiss but at the tenderness of it and the peacefulness of it. Derek opens his eyes and they lock with Stiles'. "For a damn good night." And then he leaves, heading up into the loft. Stiles half-laughs-half-scoffs in disbelief as he pulls away to head home.

Meanwhile, up in the loft, Derek waltzes in and heads to the large window at the end of the room. He stands, just staring and waiting for Stiles' jeep to come around the corner on the road beneath. When it finally does, Derek feels himself sigh, shoulders relaxed and smile calm. He waits till the jeep is no longer in view before he turns towards the spiral stairs, and there's Peter— leaning smugly against the rail, smirk soaking his features in the soft night light. Derek doesn't say anything, tries to walk past Peter, hoping the prideful man won't say anything. His hopes are squashed pretty thoroughly; before he even gets to the first step—

"Did you have a fun night, nephew?" Derek rolls his eyes, but it doesn't kill the joy there as Stiles dances through his mind.

"Fun with your boyfriend?" Peter adds as Derek continues past, trying to ignore him.

"I'm going to bed, Peter. I'll see you in the morning."

Peter frowns, "You're no fun at all, you know that?"

Derek scoffs, and heads to bed. After a very quick shower and brushing his teeth, he sits on the edge of the bed in a pair of sweatpants. His hair is still damp, and it makes the cold air of the loft feel that much sharper. He runs his thumb over his knuckles quickly and intensely, thinking over everything in his mind. He runs a hand over his face and lies back on his bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling.

Stiles.. he thinks, his boyfriend's face flashing through his mind and making his chest flutter. Hyperactive, spastic, crazy, silly, ridiculous, adorable, genius Stiles. All the memories flood his mind, like a broken damn of love. First date flowers, Stiles had been allergic. First kiss shenanigans, Stiles had made the first move— thank God, Derek would've never had the courage. Make-out sessions in the library, Erica had caught them and started laughing so loud she got them all kicked out. Stiles holding Derek's hand as they walked around aimless. Stiles kissing Derek's cheek to bring him back when he would start to zone out. Stiles during their first time, fair skin and soft smiles. Stiles and his weird-ass music taste Derek has grown to love. Stiles chewing his pens as he wrote things down or read some book Lydia had given him. Stiles sticking his tongue out childishly at Isaac when he'd called him and Derek "sappy." Stiles' laugh. Stiles' eyes. Stiles' moles. Stiles' pouty lips. Stiles' bad jokes. Stiles' soft skin. Stiles' everything. Stiles.

And yeah, it's for sure. Derek is gonna marry him. He's sure they've still got his mother's ring somewhere, but it'll be a hellish thing to have to ask Peter for it and face that interrogation. But, he'll have to. It's worth it.

The plan begins to formulate; asking Stiles' dad, setting it up, making sure Scott was there or nearby for Stiles to tell immediately (cuz of course he would). Everything will be perfect.

Back at the Stilinski house, Stiles is giddy as always. His smile is permanently etched into his face as he tosses his keys into his desk, twirling around in his room and still snapping his fingers and humming to the song that's stuck in his head from the radio. Just as he's twirling to face his doorway, his dad catches his eye and scares the shit out of him. He lets out a startled (and very weird sounding) scream noise, and Noah laughs.

"You were out late," Noah comments, his arms folded as he leans on the doorway. Stiles shrugs, not able to hide his smile so he looks away; "Yeah, I was at Scott's.." it's not a lie— not technically.

"I know," Noah answers. Stiles, intrigued, cocks an eyebrow at him.

"Melissa," he begins. Then, "She called me," he clarifies. "To let me know when you and Derek had left." Noah raises his eyebrows when he says Derek's name, in wait of a response.

Stiles goes a little red, nervous now, "Yeah, well, I just— we were– He needed—"

"Stiles," Noah interrupted, a hand open towards him as a stop gesture, "Don't bother. Don't worry. I don't mind, I know he's a good guy."

Stiles is kind of surprised; Noah has known about their relationship, sure, but Stiles didn't expect him to be so chill about— so proud-looking. He smiles at his dad, partly in gratefulness. But mostly, it's that same giddy-in-love smile he's been wearing for months returning to his face.

"But seriously, don't stay out that late anymore. Not without telling me. Capiche?" His dad raises his eyebrows, waiting for the confirmation.

"Well, I didn't mean to, we just—"

Noah raises his eyebrows even higher at Stiles, now a little concerned. Stiles doesn't finish that sentence, "Absolutely!" He gives an overly-enthusiastic thumbs up, "I will totally tell you next time." He adds hastily, yet trying to sound casual, "You know, if there's a next time.."

Noah laughs, "Yeah, right.. 'if'." He turns, bidding Stiles goodnight and walking off to bed.

"Night, dad!" Stiles calls in response. He changes into his PJ's— red flannel pants and one of Derek's old T-shirts that Stiles had managed to steal only a week ago, so it still smells like him. Stiles breathes it in— old wood and polo blue cologne. He flops down onto his bed, staring at the ceiling with a dumb grin splitting his face. He sighs again;

Hmmm.. Derek..

He thinks fondly, closing his eyes. He shifts into his side, pulling the blanket up over himself and crumpling the T-shirt up to smell it again. Sleep claimed him, images of Derek in his mind as he realized that this— this— was finally everything he ever wanted.

[vacantfields]

After brushing your teeth and ensuring your face was decently cleaned for sleep, you made your way out of the small bathroom and shut off the lights.

You stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and couldn't help but let a small smile fall onto your lips as you watched Moon, and maybe even Sun, look out of the window at the stars. You knew you didn't have to make a noise or anything to announce you were here as you watched Moon's silhouette tilt its head. He knew you were there. He always knew when you were close.

Stepping further into the room, you felt for your bed, and once you got to it, you sat on the soft edge and turned your head to Moon, who was now looking at you. You grinned playfully. "I bet she's jealous," you said while removing the covers and lying on the bed. You could hear Moon's faceplate do a slight click, which meant he was tilting his head to the side. A raspy yet quiet voice responded, "Who?"

"The moon. I bet she's jealous of your sweet smile and soft edges." You said, as a matter of fact. You heard the bells and his soft, husky chuckle. "Silly star. Silly little star. Flattering." You couldn't help but let a giggle out as well. "It's true! You're a way better Moon than she would ever dream to be!" You said with your arms stretched up in the dark.

"Silly star. Our silly star. Sun says it is time for sleep. Sleep for little pretty stars." He sounded closer to you now. You don't know how he manages to be quiet, and you don't get to wonder any further as a finger boops the tip of your nose. "Nighty night. Sleepy time." You smiled in the dark knowing that those red eyes were always watching you with care and love.

"Only if you get in here with me." You said teasingly which made Moon chuckle again. "Anything for our star. Anything."

You love being their silly star. Their star no one else's.

Hopefully, tomorrow, you will get to tease Sun.

[xmads-omensx]

DAY 1 - CHRISTMAS PHOTOS

Word Count: 1,161

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: Pretend angst, slight angst, fluff, cringe sappy Christmassy feels, swearing

“Noah come on please.” I pleaded.

“No babe don’t make me do this.” He groaned, hands falling by his sides.

“Come on, Noah. It’s only a photo. ONE PHOTO. Please.” You replied, adjusting the position of your iPhone against the plant pot on the kitchen counter.

“Baby please. I look like an idiot.” He groaned, gesturing to his torso that was adorned with a colourful Christmas jumper.

You gasped.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” You said in a fake angry voice.

“But it’s true babe, come on.” Noah continued to complain.

“I’m not talking to you.” You replied, turning your back to him and continuing to adjust the phone until it was set at the angle that you wanted it.

“Y/N. Come on.” Noah stepped forward, getting closer to you.

You whipped your head around and glared at him. He held his hands up in surrender and stepped away, back into his previous position.

Once your phone was in the position you wanted and the timer had been set, you walked over to Noah and stood next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

He sighed, but wrapped his own arm around you and forced a smile at the camera.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" You asked once the photo had been taken.

Upon inspecting the image, you instantly realised how Noah's smile was clearly forced, whilst yours was genuine.

You glared at him.

"What is this?" You questioned.

"Baby come on. I said it before, it's just a photo." Noah tried to reason.

"It's not just a photo to me, Noah." You sighed. "I just want one shitty photo of us in our shitty, cringey Christmas jumpers, just for me to have. Is that too much to fucking ask?"

By this point, you had been trying to do this for around thirty minutes and had begun to feel frustrated and were ready to give up on the whole idea.

"Forget it." You sighed, walking back up to your shared bedroom, leaving Noah stood in front of the Christmas tree, wearing his god-awful Christmas jumper that, obviously, matched yours.

Noah felt awful. He never meant to upset you. He was just kidding.

No one had ever wanted to take a Christmas photo with him, so it had thrown him slightly.

But at the end of the day, you did so much for him, why shouldn't he do this one thing for you.

That night, he hatched a plan.

His plan involved the rest of the guys, a trip to the mall, and Bryan's camera.

He was going to make this Christmas special for you if it was the last thing he ever did.

The next day, all of the guys were gathered in the driveway, bundled up in warm jackets and scarves, Noah gave them their missions.

"Jolly, Folio, Matt. You need to go to the Christmas pop-up shop and get some garlands and fairy lights. Enough to fill in the extra space on the bannisters. Bryan, Davis, Michael. You're on jumpers. I have sent you a photo of it. Make sure you get one in everyone's size besides me and Y/N. It's from Target so you should be able to find it. Nick and I will be on snacks. Anyone got any questions?" Noah finished his action plan.

Jesse raised his hand. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're on distraction. Keep her away from the living room at all costs after we return. Take her for breakfast or something. She cannot know what we are doing." Noah directed.

Jesse nodded his head before heading back inside, mumbling something about having gotten out of bed for nothing.

Once the front door had closed, the groups all jumped into their respective cars, before driving to the shopping mall.

You, however, had remained blissfully unaware of the chaos Noah was causing.

You had been rudely awoken by Jesse singing 'Last Christmas' by Wham in the shower and absolutely butchering it, which was weird because he is great at singing.

Noah wasn't beside you, which wasn't exactly unusual, but you still felt a pang in your heart.

Jesse took you out for a very lovely breakfast under the guise of wanting to gossip about your work, and Noah of course. It wasn't exactly unusual for you to hang out with Jesse like this, but something felt off.

The drive home had felt awfully quiet and slow. The car driving behind Jesse had honked their horn at him in an attempt to make him go faster, which he ignored. It was only when a notification on his apple watch appeared that he drove faster.

You were used to Jesse's odd behaviour by this point, but something still felt off.

The lights inside the house were dimmed upon your return, which was weird because everyone's cars were out front.

Opening the door, you were greeted by eight heavily tattooed men stood in front of the Christmas tree in matching jumpers. The ones you had bought for you and Noah to wear.

Davis picked up a Target bag and threw it at Jesse, which he caught, before pulling his shirt over his head and pulling on his jumper.

You were lost for words as Noah stepped forward, your own jumper folded neatly in his hands which were outstretched to you.

"Here you go, baby, why don't you go and put this on so we can take a group photo?" He softly said, a smile gracing his perfect features.

You simply nodded, unable to form words as your eyes began to tear up at their kindness.

You practically ran up the stairs to change.

By the time you had returned to the group, Bryan had set up his camera on a tripod in front of the Christmas tree, which had been surrounded by new garlands and fairy lights, something you presumed the boys had put up.

You took your place between Noah and Matt, getting ready for the photo to be taken, when you realised something.

"Something's missing!" You exclaimed, running back up the stairs.

The guys shared a look of confusion as you ran back down, clutching something red and fluffy in your hands.

You made a bee-line for Noah and gestured for him to lean down, he complied and you pulled the fluffy red object over the top of his head.

Once he stood up, it was clear what you had done.

You had put a Santa hat on Noah's head.

Giggling to yourself, you retook your position, Noah leant down to kiss the top of your head and whispered a quiet "I love you" into your hair, before straightening back up.

Bryan pressed a button on his camera, before running back to the group. "Everyone say Merry Christmas!" He exclaimed with a grin.

The rest of you giggled before shouting, in almost-perfect unison, "Merry Christmas!" causing the room to errupt in a fit of laughter.

The picture showed just that.

Happiness.

MAIN MASTERLIST

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

The moment you stepped into your apartment, you knew something was off. Normally, Noah was either working on music, gaming, or sprawled out on the couch watching a movie or some anime. But today, there was silence.

You set your bag down, toeing off your shoes as you glanced around. It didn’t take long to find him, bundled up on the couch under a heavy blanket, his hair a mess, his face turned into the pillow.

“Noah?” you called gently, stepping closer.

He barely stirred, only shifting slightly. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath, but when he exhaled, it turned into a rough, scratchy cough that made you wince.

It had been a couple of days since Noah first mentioned that his throat was hurting a bit, but he insisted it wasn’t too bad and told you not to worry.

“Oh, babe…” you murmured, kneeling beside him. You brushed his hair back from his face, and his bleary eyes cracked open just enough to see you.

“Hey,” he rasped, his voice almost nonexistent.

Your brows knitted together in concern. “Your throat sounds awful.”

He nodded, swallowing thickly, before coughing again. You pressed your palm lightly to his forehead, expecting warmth, but he felt normal. No fever, at least.

“Been like this all day?” you asked, and he just nodded again, clearly too tired to answer properly. His eyes drifted shut, and your heart squeezed at how miserable he looked.

“Alright,” you sighed, standing up. “I’m taking care of you. Did you eat today?”

Noah barely reacted, only shaking his head and curling deeper into the blanket. You let him rest while you headed to the kitchen, quickly gathering ingredients for soup. Warm broth, soft vegetables, a little bit of chicken—it would be easy on his throat. As you chopped and stirred, the quiet in the apartment felt almost weird, and you realized how much you missed his usual teasing comments, his random hums of melodies, his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your head, his presence.

Once the soup was simmering, you returned to the couch with a cup of warm tea. Noah was half-awake, his eyes fluttering open when he heard you approach.

“Here, drink a little,” you coaxed, kneeling beside him again. He sighed but slowly pushed himself up, wincing as he swallowed. You helped him hold the cup, guiding it to his lips. He took a careful sip, his throat working as he swallowed.

A quiet groan left him. “Hurts,” he croaked.

“I know,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “But this will help. And you need to eat.”

He leaned against you as he sipped. Once he’d had enough, you set the cup aside and gently eased him back onto the couch.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

You were supposed to spend the evening working on a project on your computer but now you had something more important to take care of.

You shook your head, slipping onto the couch beside him. “Nope. Gonna cuddle you all day.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he pulled you close, burying his face against your neck. His body was warm against yours, his breath slow and steady despite the occasional cough. You ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he relaxed.

He sighed deeply, his head tilting slightly, exposing more of his neck to you. The tattoos inked into his skin peeked out from under his hoodie, and without thinking, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

Then another.

And another.

Your lips ghosted over the inked skin and you felt the way he shivered slightly beneath you, his breath hitching, probably more from the fact that you were tickling him than anything else.

“What are you doing?” he murmured, his voice rough.

You smiled against his skin, pressing one more kiss right at the edge of his jaw. “Kissing where it hurts.”

He let out a low chuckle, though it quickly turned into a cough. You rubbed slow circles on his back as he recovered, his hand squeezing your waist in appreciation.

“That’s cute,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smirked. “I know.”

You stayed tucked against him as he drifted in and out of sleep, his arms holding you close.

At some point, his fingers lazily traced patterns against your arm. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke.

“Love you.”

Your heart melted. “I love you too.”

His grip tightened, and you knew he was grateful, even if he couldn’t say much.

And so you stayed there, tangled together, letting him rest. Because if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d always take care of him.

[spicywhenspeaking]

Imagine for me if you will….you're having adult alone time and Noah comes home early and catches you.

One way he might react? 18+ ⤵️

He could come home and be really quiet. Trying to surprise you since he’s coming back earlier than you had thought. But as he gets closer to your shared bedroom he hears your quiet gasps and moans.

Of course after being away from you so long his cock would instantly be rock hard at the sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

When you moan out a soft “oh Noah” he knows there will be a wet spot on the inside of his sweatpants from the beads of precum he knows are leaking out of his now fully throbbing erection.

He would struggle between bargaining in and having his way with you or staying where he is and watching you from the crack in the door. His hand would move to apply pressure to alleviate some of the growing tension building in his pants. Palming himself and trying to stifle his own groan of pleasure.

Your cries are getting louder and breathier like you're nearing your own finish.

Noah is shaking with anticipation at this point, hand fully wrapped around and stroking his hard cock as you bury your head into the pillow and cry out your orgasm.

Just when he was about to bust through the door you would call out “are you going to come in and fuck me yet you perv”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself because of course you knew he was there. You got a video doorbell notification and thought it would be a fun way to greet him and welcome him back home.

“Fuck yes” Noah would growl out and bust the door the rest of the way down before launching himself in bed next to you, enveloping you in a crushing hug and immediately searching out your lips to press a hungry kiss against them. “God I miss you so much” he mumbles against your lips and undresses the both of you in record time to get inside of you as fast as possible.

Different reactions next? Requests are open 🤩

🔛🔝ME🔜🙏🏻

Tagging: @cookiesupplier @madomens @sorrowsofsilence @artificialbreezy @concretenoah (hope you don’t mind me tagging y’all)