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[fadingangelwisp]

i told you i love you and it felt like a lie (1)

Pairing - Bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x Reader

Word Count - 1.3k

Tags/Warnings - emotional hurt/comfort, mental health issues, feeling overwhelmed, anxiety, overthinking, crying, brief mentions of drinking

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"Noah, I need you." You whisper a quiet, broken plea into the phone as you sit there in your bathroom.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"Can you come over?"

"Of course. I'll be right there."

You rarely call anyone for help. Usually, you deal with things on your own, but tonight is different. This wasn't something that was going to be solved by distracting yourself with mindless binge watching or gaming until you felt tired enough to sleep.

You had even initially tried to deal with it on your own, but only one drink later and you were suddenly feeling anxious instead of relaxed. The weight of everything was becoming too much.

There's a certain desperation in you and you knew that you shouldn't be alone tonight. You sit there in the kitchen area of your apartment as you replay your conversation from earlier.

You sift through the words to see if maybe Noah was mad at you for waking him in the middle of the night. Logically, you knew that he wouldn't be mad. He was your best friend and when he said that you could call him for anything, he meant it.

But even though there hadn't been any anger in his words, you worried that maybe he was mad. You whisper words of reassurance to yourself, but it doesn't work.

You try your best to remain calm, but the anxiety remains, a blaring alarm ringing for no reason inside of your mind that just won't stop and keeps on ringing and now you're fully convinced that you've made the wrong decision and you should have just dealt with things on your own like you always do because it's better than bothering people and you feel so foolish and now you've just destroyed years of friendship all because you couldn't handle it on your own and you just wish you could just get rid of all these feelings and just make everything stop-

Then someone knocks on your apartment door.

Your boiling mind settles to a simmer as you get up from your chair to open the door. You peek through the peephole to see Noah on the other side. You pull back and take a deep breath. Your sweaty hand closes around the doorknob and slowly, you open it.

You greet Noah with the best smile that you can muster in your state and he returns the gesture with a warmer smile of his own. After inviting him in, you close the door behind him.

"What happened?" He asks, one hand rubbing your shoulder.

"Today was just really stressful and...I had a drink to try and calm down, but that ended up making things worse. I got afraid that I drank too fast and...thought I was going to die." You say quietly. You look up at him. You're relieved to see no anger in his eyes. "Can...can you hold me?"

Noah's eyes fill with concern and he pulls you into a tight, warm hug. "Of course."

You settle into his arms. You both stand there for a few moments. Noah holds onto you. The anxiety within you fades. Eventually the two of you head over to your couch. You both sit there in silence for a moment until Noah breaks it.

"Do you want anything to drink? Maybe some tea or water?"

You hesitate and then nod. "Tea sounds nice. Thank you, Noah."

You offer a small smile that fades after he looks away. You want to tell him that nothing specific happened. That it's just a buildup of things and life is just overwhelming, but you have no words for him. You know what's wrong. You know why you decided to drink tonight.

And yet, all of it is tangled up inside you and you don't know where to start. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. But all these feelings were just trapped inside. You keep thinking about how you can word all of it, but you can't.

When he returns with the tea, you take it carefully. Neither of you say anything, but Noah offers quiet comfort, his large hand is rubbing your back.

"Is there anything specific bothering you?" He asks, his voice low and soft.

You try your best to think of something to say, but trying to figure out the most wrong thing out of everything is impossible. As Noah waits for an answer, you feel anxious all over again and you lean forward to set the cup of tea on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, Noah. It's all just too much. I don't know where to start. It's like...I wanna cry. I wanna tell you and just get it all out, but I just feel...stuck."

Noah leans forward and reaches to clasp your hands in his. "Shhh...hey, it's okay." His large, tattooed hands engulf yours. "We don't have to talk. We can just sit here together."

He thinks for a moment and then says, "Do you wanna watch a movie or listen to music? Maybe it'll help you feel better or at least help get your mind off things."

"I...I honestly just don't feel like doing anything right now." You stare down at his tattooed hands and feel grateful for the warm comfort that his touch brings. Then you look up at him. "But...music would probably help."

He smiles and gets up to set up the music. You take a sip of your tea.

Noah puts on your favorite music on the CD player. Music that usually helps you at times like this, but right now, you can't feel anything. You'd rather just curl up in a corner. You were glad that you had called Noah earlier because even a few minutes later and you would have just tossed your phone to the side and curled up in bed then slept the weekend away, ignoring texts and keeping to yourself because the world was too much to face right now.

Eventually, you feel like you can cry again when more heart-wrenching songs came on. The music pulls your pain out of you and you sob into your best friend's arms. Noah tries to coax words out of you and little by little, you begin to let your feelings out to him. You weren't even scratching the surface of all that felt wrong in your life, but the crying seems to help you release some of the trapped emotions.

"i just want it to stop." You whisper. "I hate feeling like this."

"It's okay. I'm here. Deep breaths, okay?" Noah holds you as the storm tears through you.

Slowly, it feels like the music is waking your heart and you can breathe properly again. After several albums had played on the CD player, you feel better, but now you're exhausted from how hard you had cried. It had been so long since you had let go like this. You close your eyes and nestle into the warmth of Noah's hoodie. He holds you close as the album currently playing comes to an end.

The apartment goes quiet again, but this time, instead of holding the weight of all your unsaid words, now it feels almost peaceful. You allow yourself to fully relax for the first time in weeks, maybe even months.

Noah carefully picks you up and into your bedroom. Half-asleep, you feel him setting you down on your bed. As you feel him let go of you, part of you wants to hold onto his hoodie and tell him to stay, but you worry that maybe it would start a conversation that you weren't ready to have just yet. So you let go of him.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me, okay? Just call out and I'll be right here." He murmurs softly. You feel one of his warm hands stroking your cheek.

"Okay." You mumble back.

After he leaves your side, you miss the warmth of his touch.

thank you so much for reading. i hope you enjoyed it. if you'd like to be tagged in future parts, please let me know. ♡♡♡

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[fadingangelwisp]

i told you i love you and it felt like a lie (2)

Pairing - Bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x Reader Word Count - 2.5k Tags/Warnings - swearing, fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mental health issues, mentions of self-harm, mentions of a self-harm relapse (i think that's it, but please let me know if there's more ♡) Author's Note - sorry for the long wait. i was having sort of a rough time and writing didn't come very easily for me, but luckily i feel like i'm starting to get back into it. i was also struggling to write this chapter in particular. this fic was partially started to help me get through some things, but i was concerned it would be too much. i think i managed to be vague enough, though. i hope you enjoy it. if you feel like you can't read this right now, that's okay. ♡

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dividers by @/silent-stories and @/saradika-graphics ♡

When you wake up the next day, you feel exhausted. You had spent most of the day in bed and by the time you wake up, it's mid-afternoon. Even though you slept for a really long time, you still feel like you could sleep the rest of the day away. You also feel a little congested from crying and your head hurts.

You almost sink back into sleep until you hear the creak of your bedroom door opening. You sit up and look over to see Noah entering. He brings a glass of water in and sets it down on your bedside table.

"Hey. How do you feel?" he asks, smiling a little.

"Like shit," you groan and sit up in bed.

Noah chuckles. "Here. This'll help."

You take a sip of the water and smile at him. You lean back against the bed and thank him quietly.

"Of course." He sits down on the edge of your bed, looking at you like an excited puppy. "So, what do you feel like eating? I can make you something or order something."

You take a few more sips and think for a moment. "Is it too late for pancakes?"

"It's never too late for pancakes. I could even mix in some chocolate chips if you want. Maybe even put some fruit on top of it?"

"Mmm, that sounds really good, Noah." You take another sip and then set the glass down. "I don't think I have any fruit, but I probably have some chocolate chips somewhere."

"Coming right up." He gets up and then pauses at the doorway of your bedroom. "Why don't you take a shower and get changed into something more comfortable? Food should be ready by then."

"I might just stay here actually. The bed's comfy." You lay back in the bed.

"Okay, how about this, you stay right there and I bring you breakfast in bed?"

"I'd love that, Noah."

He smiles at you. Your tired eyes meet his soft, puppy-dog gaze. The eye contact lasts only a few seconds before he leaves the room to start making food, but it's enough to make your heart melt.

You end up falling asleep and later on, you're gently woken by Noah. He's carrying a tray with two plates and two cups of coffee. The smells of pancakes, eggs, and bacon greets your nose and you sit up in bed.

The two of you sit on your bed and have breakfast together. Noah makes pleasant conversation. He talks about some merch ideas that he's been playing around with. He talks about a song that he's been working on with the band. He talks about an anime that he's been watching recently that you've seen snippets of, but never gotten around to watching yourself. He does most of the talking, but you don't mind. You love hearing him talk. His voice has a calming effect on you. The food tastes good. The coffee is starting to help wake you up and it's been made just how you like it. The entire bedroom feels peaceful.

When you finish your food, Noah takes your dishes and puts them on the tray with his. You're both still working on your coffee.

"How was the food?" Noah asks.

"Really good. Especially the pancakes. Ugh. Perfection."

Noah's smile broadens. "I'm glad. I think I've got the recipe down just right. No more burned pancakes for me."

"Hey, don't jinx yourself."

You share a laugh and then the bedroom falls quiet. You both sip your coffee. You start to think of something to fill the silence and then your thoughts wander to last night. You think about how fragile and vulnerable you had been. You remember how you'd let your emotions out to Noah and the storm that you'd been stuck in before. And what you had done to escape it.

You try not to dwell on it, but with nothing else to fill the silence, it's all you can think about.

"Uh, sorry for being a mess last night." you say.

Noah looks up at you. The brightness on his face falters a little. "Oh, hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for that."

"Even if it was like 2 in the morning?"

Noah reaches over and touches your arm. "Yeah. Of course." Then he frowns and his eyebrows furrow. "Did you wanna talk about last night? Like, did anything happen yesterday? You sounded pretty bad on the phone."

"No, no." you lie. "I'm okay. Just a moment of weakness. That's all. But I'll be okay."

You look up at Noah and you can tell that he wants to press further, but he decides against it. He reaches out and takes your hand in his. "I am here for you. Okay? You can talk to me. I promise."

"I know." You stare down at his hand, not able to look into his eyes.

A moment of silence falls again, but this time, it doesn't quite feel peaceful anymore. You desperately want to tell him what's on your mind, but you hold back.

"Can I give you a hug?"

You nod.

He sets his now-empty coffee mug on the stack of dirty dishes and you set yours down on the bedside table. Then you both get out of the bed and meet eachother. His large arms wrap around you. His warmth surrounds you and you close your eyes, settling into his hoodie. His smell is comforting and familiar. His gentle embrace makes you feel like you're bundled within blankets while it rains outside. Everything about him feels so…safe.

"I'm here for you, okay? Whatever happened. Whatever's going on. I'm here." He mumbles into your shoulder.

"I know. I do trust you, Noah." you say softly. "I just…it's just hard sometimes."

He holds you a little closer. "What's hard?" He speaks in a soft voice, patiently coaxing the words out of you.

"Life. Just…everything."

"Life can certainly be a lot sometimes." He leans his head against yours. "I'm here." His voice gets even softer.

You almost tell him more about what happened, but you manage to hold it in. You tell yourself that you can deal with this on your own.

Noah cleans up from breakfast while you shower and get changed into fresh clothes. Then the two of you set up on your couch and spend the rest of the day binge-watching a show. There's a cocoon of blankets around you and snacks in your laps.

Hours later, Noah looks over and smiles a little when he notices that you've fallen asleep. Your bowl is now empty, so he carefully takes it and sets it on the coffee table in front of you. He lowers the volume of the show a little bit and puts an arm around you.

He tries his best to focus on the show, but his attention keeps getting drawn to you. The tension is gone from your face and you look peaceful. He's glad that you're able to relax in his presence.

You're wearing one of his Bad Omens hoodies. You'd "borrowed" it a few times to the point where it was practically yours and so, Noah eventually given it to you.

Noah keeps watching the show for a little longer, but then your sleeping form beside him starts to make him sleepy as well, so he stops the show. As carefully as he can, he pulls the blankets off of you. In your sleep, you snuggle even closer to Noah and grasp onto him like he's a big teddy bear.

Noah's cheeks get a little warm. He feels like a cat has just fallen asleep on him. Part of him wants to just stay here like this, but the couch isn't big enough for both of you to sleep comfortably. He tries again to pick you up and thankfully, you remain asleep. He carries you to your bed and gets you settled into bed.

When he tries to lay down on the couch like the night before, he can't. He feels the need to be closer to you again. He tells himself that he's just a concerned friend.

He gathers up some blankets and pillows to set up on the floor beside your bed. He freezes when you turn over in bed, afraid that he'd woken you somehow. Then you breathe and he relaxes when it sounds like you're still asleep.

He lays down and listens to your soft breathing in the darkness. He thinks back to the night before. His heart aches for you and sometimes he wishes he could reach into your mind to fight the darkness for you. All he can do is sit on the outside and hope that you make it out alive.

Sunday is mostly a repeat of Saturday, except Noah can tell that you seem to be a little better. You're the one to wake him up with breakfast this time. Later on, when you settle on the couch with him, you start talking more about the show and you seem more invested.

Then, near the middle of the day, he notices that your mood dips. It's lunchtime and you're eating with him in front of the TV.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

You take a moment to answer and then say, "I just really don't wanna go to work tomorrow."

"I get it. It's been really nice to just relax and do nothing with you all weekend."

Considering how exhausted you had seemed, Noah can understand why you'd be reluctant to go back to work. If life was weighing you down, two days would not nearly be enough to recover.

For a moment, the two of you look back at the TV, focusing more on the movie. Then Noah speaks again and glances at you. "Do you feel like you need more time off?"

"I'll probably be okay in the morning. Just gotta down a bunch of coffee and I should be all set." you chuckle.

Noah chuckles and falls quiet, trying to ignore the sense of deja vu that settles over him. The days when he'd seen you at your worst and suddenly been able to bounce back like nothing happened.

That night, you find it harder to ignore the dread of the approaching morning. You eat dinner and try your best to focus on the show, but can't. After dinner, you clean up with Noah and then the two of you head into your bedroom. Noah seems reluctant to leave your side and you're not about to ask him to leave. So he settles on the floor beside your bed again and you get into your bed.

In the darkness, you can't find that sense of calm that's been with you for the weekend. You keep thinking about tomorrow. You're not ready for the overwhelm to return. To make matters worse, your arms start to itch unbearably. You instinctively go to scratch, but when your hand reaches under the sleeves and you feel the bandages, you stop yourself.

You swallow hard. You have to tell Noah. You can't go to work tomorrow and you have to tell him.

"Hey, Noah? Are you awake?" you whisper into the dark.

He stirs and sits up. "Yeah." He doesn't sound like he's been sleeping either.

"I think I'm ready to talk about Friday night."

"Want me to turn on a light?"

"No, no. We can talk like this." You fall quiet for a moment and then in a smaller voice, you ask, "Would it be alright if you cuddled with me while we talk?"

"Yeah, that's okay."

He gets up and carefully makes his way into the bed. Once he's settled, he pulls you against him and strokes your head.

"What's on your mind?" he asks, then he says your name in a soft, gentle tone.

The words get stuck in your throat. You feel sweat gathering on your hands. Your heart pounds in your chest. Then you manage to speak.

"I relapsed."

You immediately feel him stiffen a little. He remains quiet.

"I know I should have told you. It's just that…I thought I could do this on my own, but the thought of going back to work tomorrow scares me because I feel like I'm gonna do more of it and I really don't want to. I just feel like everything is too much. I tried to fight it on Friday, but everything has just been so much lately. I just want life to stop and…" You fall quiet when Noah pulls back to look at you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. I promise." he says softly.

"But I've been fighting it for months and then I just undid months of progress. What if I'm right back where I was, Noah? I didn't fight that hard on Friday."

Your eyes have adjusted to the dark and you can see the sadness on Noah's face. He whispers your name and pulls you close again, kissing the top of your head. "Hey…no. You're not back there. Yeah, you relapsed, but we'll bandage the wounds and get you back on your feet, okay? It's a stumble."

"Noah, you don't understand. I…I can't fight it."

He says your name again, but you continue before he can speak.

"Sometimes it's all I can think about. Like it's the only thing that can make everything stop. I know there's other ways of coping, but sometimes I just feel so far away from everything and that thing is all I can think about. What happens if I can't fight it the next time?"

Noah pulls back and takes both your hands in his. He plants a kiss on the back of one of your hands. He takes a moment and then says, "We'll figure this out. Okay?" He pauses and then adds, "For starters, I think you need rest, so maybe you take some time off? You could even come over to the house for a bit and maybe we can hang out with the rest of the guys? I'm sure Harper would love to see you. It's been awhile." His voice shakes.

You smile a little. "Being at the house does sound nice." Your own voice shakes as well.

You stare at him in the half-light. There's moonlight shining in from outside, so you can see the worry on Noah's face. You're not sure who starts crying first, but somehow, both of you end up in tears. Noah holds you close again and pulls you down onto the bed. You snuggle into him and grip him tightly, trying to find comfort in his scent again.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to be tagged in future parts, please let me know. ♡

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[fadingangelwisp]

more werewolf!noah x reader fluff? 👉👈 I love him sm

ahh yes. one of my favorite boys. here you go. i hope you enjoy it. ♡

This monthly getaway with Noah's pack has quickly become a nourishing part of your life. Out here in the wilderness, nothing matters. All the stress of your life can just fade away for a few days. You can just exist within nature, surrounded by werewolves who would tear apart anyone who tried to hurt you. It was the safest place in the world for you.

On nights where the pack is feeling more feral, you stay in the cabin while the rest of them hunt and feed their beasts. On calmer nights, you come out with them and walk in the dark woods.

Usually, the pack would stay together, but tonight, things are a little different. Noah has asked you to come with him alone.

You're sitting with him in the grass with his head in your lap. You're petting him and he's staring up at you. He fidgets every so often. He's trying to relax, but it seems he can't. You eventually decide to question him.

"What's wrong, Noah?"

He whines. Then he huffs and gets to his feet. He paws at his emergency backpack. You get up and help him open it up. He sits down and, with your help, pulls a blanket out to cover his lower half. You zip the backpack up and sit down beside him as he shifts into human form.

Noah hesitates for a moment and you repeat your question. He swallows and sighs.

"Uh…I…I have to ask you something."

You nod. "Okay. Go on."

He licks his lips and sighs, staring down at his hands. Then he looks at you, his eyes wide and worried. "I…uh, how do you feel about me?"

Your eyebrows furrow. "I care about you. You're one of my friends. I…I really enjoy being around you." You touch his hand. "Where is this going, Noah?"

He searches your eyes. You reach up to touch his cheek.

"What's wrong?" you ask, in an even softer tone than before.

He leans into your touch. He looks down at where your other hand is clutching both of his. He fiddles with your fingers. "I really enjoy being around you too." He swallows and adds, "I have to ask something really crazy."

"Go on."

"I really really care about you. I've started to realize that I…I've been catching feelings for you and…I was wondering…if…if you'd be my mate." His eyes are glued to your hands as he speaks. His cheeks are a little red and he keeps licking his lips.

A smile blooms on your face and your heart flutters. He looks up at you, no doubt hearing how your heartbeat quickens a little. You had felt the same way for awhile, but hadn't known when would be the right time to tell him.

"Of course, Noah. I would love to be." You reach up with your other hand to cradle his face and he smiles, his entire body melting.

He hugs you and buries his face in your neck. You feel his warm lips against your skin. He breathes in your scent and then pulls back to look down at you again. His eyes seem to sparkle even more now.

You rub his cheeks with your thumbs. His gaze flickers to your lips.

"Can I kiss you, please?" There's a little whine in his voice and he looks like he's desperately trying to contain his excitement.

"Yes. Please."

He leans forward as soon as the words leave your mouth, but he's surprisingly gentle for how fast he moves. He presses his lips against yours and wraps his arms around you.

He pulls back briefly to whisper, "Fuck. I love you so much."

His kisses start to get a little more aggressive. The two of you fall into the grass together with the blanket between you. Your own kisses start to get a little hungrier and you moan into his lips. The moan makes Noah's nails press into your skin until they turn into claws and you yelp, making Noah immediately pull back.

"Oh, fuck, sorry."

"No, no, it's okay. Just startled me."

He looks a little hesitant and considers kissing you again, but instead lies down on the grass next to you. He rests his head against your shoulder and tenses a little. Fur starts to grow again on his body.

"We should stop." Noah sighs, his voice getting a little deeper as his wolf form starts to reemerge. "Full moon, you know."

You turn to him. "I'd like to try it, though, sometime."

Noah chuckles and gets up to allow the change to finish. He shakes himself off. Then he curls up next to you again, pressing himself as close as possible to you.

[fadingangelwisp]

do you have any more werewolf!noah headcanons? 💕

ahhhhh i love werewolf!Noah. ty for asking. ♡♡

(i feel like Noah's wolf form would be a lighter brown, but that pic on the right feels very werewolf!Noah coded)

Noah didn't warm up to you at first. He seemed a little cold. He had his little circle of friends and although outsiders were okay, they weren't accepted easily.

Once he started hanging out with you more, he started being more friendly to you and once you became friends, it was like you had never been strangers.

He became very protective over you once he accepted you into his little pack. He would sometimes pretend to be your dog when you would go on walks or when you'd have dates. Sometimes he became a little overprotective when he had a bad feeling about certain people you dated and his senses were usually right.

But as time went on, his protectiveness started to have this jealous edge to it and he began to realize that he was falling in love with you. He's protective and affectionate with all his friends, but then he realizes that his feelings towards you are different.

Once you've officially gotten together, Noah is just as affectionate and protective but can be even more clingy at times. He always wants to be near you and when you're apart, he carries something of yours with your scent on it for comfort.

He gently bites as an affectionate gesture, but he's careful to never put enough pressure to break the skin.

He loves when you wear his hoodies because his scent is all over you and you're marked as his.

He likes lounging with his head in your lap or on your stomach so you can pet him.

He mostly has control over his shifting, but around the full moon, it becomes much harder so that's usually when the two of you will go to a remote cabin for a little vacation until the full moon passes.

[fadingangelwisp]

i told you i love you and it felt like a lie (masterlist)

Pairing - Bestfriend!Noah Sebastian x Reader

Tags/Warnings - Each chapter will have its own warnings, but most chapters will be friends to lovers and emotional hurt/comfort with discussions of mental health issues and stuff like that.

Summary - You're feeling overwhelmed with life and you can't handle it alone anymore. In a moment of desperation, you call your best friend Noah. He helps you through a very rough patch and in the middle of it, you two realize that you both have romantic feelings for each other.

You can also read this on A03. ♡

This was originally inspired by this fic by @fadingintothegrey. Go read it if you haven't. It's very good. ♡

divider by silent-stories :) ♡

Part One | Part Two

more coming soon

[fadingangelwisp]

Fluffy Angsty daytime thoughts #66: you start seeing this guy you like and you're thinking of making it serious with him; Noah tells you not to and confesses his feelings for you; you're angry since the whole reason you're dating the guy is so you could get over Noah and you ask him why he couldn't say this before; you leave in a huff, asking for time; you eventually break up with the new guy but you also end up avoiding Noah and the next time you see is each other is at a mini party weeks later, across the room from each other, gazing at each other

(awhh 🥲💔 this one hurt but i loved it and i immediately started imagining the aftermath of this. i hope you enjoy this little addition. ♡)

Part of you wants to leave, but another, stronger part of you keeps you rooted in place when he starts walking closer.

You both share a greeting that feels awkward and strange. you exchange small talk like you're strangers. It all feels too clinical compared to how things usually were between the two of you. Eventually, the topic of your now-ex comes up.

"So what does this mean?" Noah asks. His tone is neutral, but you take note of the way his face seems to light up a little.

You look away. "Means nothing." You say quickly.

You both fall silent. You're grateful for the ambience of the party masking the full awkwardness of the moment. You both sit there for a moment until Noah speaks.

"What do we do now?"

"I still need more time." You tell him.

"That's okay. I can wait. I just..." He sighs and glances over at you. "I'm sorry that I never told you. I was just scared that...maybe...you didn't feel the same way. I didn't want to ruin things between us, but...ironically I guess I did just that by hiding it."

You look back at him and your eyes meet. You feel those familiar feelings of warmth stirring within you as you start to admire how pretty he looks in this lighting. You start to feel the anger fade a little bit, replaced with that deep longing to just have your friend back in your life. you frown and break eye contact with him.

"I'm still mad at you." You grumble.

"That's okay."

You both fall silent again and this time, after a moment of hesitation, you reach over and take your hand in his.

[fadingangelwisp]

can you tell us your thoughts about fae!omens? 👉👈🥺

eeeee yes yes, of course. i have been meaning to flesh out these ideas more and this was the push i needed. ty lexi ♡♡♡

All of them

Their names are an approximate translation of their fae names. Their fae language has been kept hidden from the human realm to prevent anyone from having power over them. You'd have to fully and absolutely gain their trust to learn their real name.

Most fae forms are basically a humanoid bird with antlers (or horns sometimes), but some of them may also have insect characteristics as well.

Their antlers or hair will usually have greenery growing on them, which varies depending on the fae. It can be anything from leaves to flowers to poison berries.

They also have black claws that turn into black nails in their human form.

In their fae forms, they usually wear clothes made out of plants from the fae realm. Sometimes they look more like modern human clothes (like jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, etc) and sometimes they're more like tunics or cloaks.

They can turn into any animal, but for some, it's easier to turn into a creature that is apart of their true form.

They can also transform into a more humanoid shape. With enough experience, they can transform partially and allow one or more parts of them to be more fully like their true forms.

When using magic for long enough or for strong spells, a ball of light appears between their antlers/horns like here.

They can also communicate with animals, insects, and plants.

Noah

He's extremely tall and has an androgynous beauty. Even in his human form, he has a slight, ethereal glow to him.

His fae form is a humanoid Barn Owl with antlers. Daisies tend to grow in his hair and his antlers usually have moss and little non-poisonous mushrooms on them.

He tends to be quiet and nervous around unfamiliar people, but will come out of his shell if he knows you better.

He loves to make tea out of flower petals, using magic that is unique depending on the kind of flower used.

He also likes making pastries and pies for his loved ones, sometimes with intricate designs on them or even baking little interesting shapes.

He and Nicholas tend to drift between the human and fae realms.

He's also one of my librarian!Noahs.

If someone he loves is having a bad day, he'll make tea for them and sing softly to them, usually picking songs that they enjoy.

Nicholas

His fae form is basically a combination of a raven and a moth with antlers instead of antennae. He has the head of a raven and his wings are a mix between a raven's and a moth's. Vines grow on his antlers with little blue flowers on them.

He likes woodworking. He can use his fae magic to keep trees alive after they've been cut down. So, sometimes, the things he make will have greenery growing from them.

He's also a painter.

He's the quietest in the group. He doesn't get any louder once you get to know him. He's generally very chill and has a peaceful aura.

If someone he loves is having a bad day, he'll sit with them and do calming activities usually outdoors. He'll tell the bugs to stay away from them, so they can enjoy the warmth of the sun without flies or mosquitoes. On rainy days, he'll shield him and his loved ones from the rain. If they want, he'll even hold them.

Jolly

His fae form is a humanoid Eurasian Eagle-Owl with antlers in place of the ear tufts. Vines with vibrant autumn leaves tend to grow on his antlers.

He's the oldest of the group and most powerful out of all of them. (i haven't fully decided yet whether i just want him to be a really ancient, powerful fae or something like a fae king/prince or wizard)

He can be intimidating at first. He's extremely tall and has very intense eyes. Even in his human form, when he uses magic to make his yellow eyes look brown, people tend to be a little scared of him. He has a regal, mysterious aura that can't be concealed with magic.

After you've gotten to know him, this intimidating aura doesn't go away, but it feels more comforting, like you're friends with a giant wolf that will do anything to protect you.

He also doesn't like being around humans and prefers to stay for extended periods of time in the fae realm. Although, there are some humans that he likes.

He can be extremely protective of those he cares about. He'll even threaten to put curses on those who hurt his loved ones.

Once you've gotten to know him, he softens and you get to see his gentler, goofier side.

If someone he cares about is having a rough day, he'll sit with them outside and plays old fae folk songs on his guitar to help calm them down. Sometimes he just does instrumentals. Sometimes he sings the lyrics after translating them to languages that his loved one knows.

Folio

He's the youngest of the group and least experienced with his fae magic. Jolly helps him get the hang of it.

He tends to be very extroverted and gets really excited about everything.

His fae form is a humanoid kestrel with little goat horns that go straight up. He also has vines wrapped around his horns that grow little green leaves.

He likes catching fish for those he loves. Sometimes, he'll even show up at their window in bird form and present it to them, flapping his wings and doing little chirps of excitement when they take it.

He's still not quite used to the human realm and sometimes struggles to maintain his human form. It's easier for him to maintain an animal form.

He doesn't always know what to say to comfort his loved ones, but he tries his best. He'll usually try to make jokes or play tricks to cheer his loved ones up. Or find any way he can to help make them smile. Sometimes he'll even bring them little berries or fruits from the fae realm.

[fadingangelwisp]

Hello dear Angela <3 Could I mayhaps get some werewolf!Noah x werewolf!Courtney 👉🏻👈🏻?? Perhaps Noah trying to impress her only to make an adorable fool of himself??

hiiii friend. of course. here you go. i hope you enjoy it. :3 ♡

Noah senses something is up with Courtney. She's been sitting in a corner of the party for awhile now, sipping her drink. Near the beginning of the party, she had been interacting with people, but she seems more withdrawn now. It's her birthday party, but her initial excitement about it seems to have faded. Noah makes his way over to her. He sits down beside her and touches her arm.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks. He suspects he already knows the answer. The full moon is happening soon and the days before can sometimes be tiring.

She shrugs. "Not really. Kinda wanna just tell everyone to leave so we can go to sleep."

He rubs her arm. "We could do that, if you want."

"But we haven't even had cake yet."

"I'm sure everyone would understand. The pack's probably feeling just as worn out and I'm sure the humans will be fine without it."

"It's fine. I can wait." she says quietly with a sigh. She takes a sip of her drink and leans against him.

Noah wraps an arm around her and leans his head against hers. He starts wondering what he can do to help her feel a little better. Then a thought pops into his head and he sits up.

"Hey, uh, this is a bit random, I know, but you ever try juggling?"

"Hmm?" She looks up at him. "Uh, no."

He smiles at her. "Jolly's been teaching me. I think I'm getting pretty good actually. I'll be right back."

He gets up and returns with a bag of juggling balls. He kneels down and grabs a couple of them. Then he hands her the bag.

"All you have to do is toss me a ball when I ask. Got it?"

"Uh…okay."

He stands up and starts to juggle the first few balls. He asks her to throw one and he catches it easily. Then he asks for another one and then another one. Courtney eyes him curiously.

"Not bad." she remarks.

Noah smiles. He asks for another ball. He starts to get a little overconfident when he begins juggling more than he's been able to before. He asks for another one, but this time, his momentum falters.

One of the balls slips from his grasp and he tries to recover, but ends up dropping another. He clumsily tries to grab them all. His foot slips on one of them. He falls to the ground and ends up dropping the other balls as well.

Noah hears laughter erupt behind him. His cheeks turn a little red and he frowns. Then he notices that he can also hear Courtney's laugh next to him. He looks over and smiles at her. Despite his slightly bruised ego, he's glad that he was able to make her feel a little better.

[fadingangelwisp]

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Multi-Chapter

i told you i love you and it felt like a lie (bestfriend!Noah x Reader)

Oneshots

Playing in the Snow (Werewolf!Noah Sebastian x Reader)

Missed You (Noah Sebastian x Reader)

Blurbs

bestfriend!Noah comfort

werewolf!Noah's love confession

werewolf!Noah trying to impress werewolf!Courtney

Headcanons

werewolf!Noah

fae!Omens

Moodboards

Vampire!Noah

Fae!Noah

Vampire!Nicholas

Werewolf!Courtney

a mess we can't clean up (witch!Nicholas)

a mess we can't clean up (werewolf!Noah)

[fadingangelwisp]

Fluffy daytime thoughts: since you mentioned that my thoughts get your brain cooking, let's hear one from you this time!

(Sorry it took so long. I got a little nervous. Here you go. 💜)

When things are difficult for you, your best friend Noah is there.

He checks in with you throughout the day, making sure that you consume something other than coffee. He calls as soon as you get off work and comes over to your apartment when you need company. Sometimes you'll watch movies together. Sometimes you'll talk about your day and get things off your chest.

Other times, when things are hardest and you can't even explain what's overwhelming you because it's just too much, the two of you will just sit on the couch in your living room and listen to music.

You're snuggled up to him on the couch. There's a blanket over the two of you and he has an arm wrapped around you.

At some point, you look up at Noah and he gives you a forehead kiss. You stare up at him and he looks down at you. Your eyes remain locked for a few seconds. He looks pretty in this lighting and he has such a gentle, relaxed look on his face. When you rest your head against his chest again, your face feels a little warmer. You aren’t ready to tell him yet, but you’ve developed feelings for him.

You’ll tell him eventually, but for now, all you do is stay with him and enjoy the comfort of his presence. 

[fadingangelwisp]

Fluffy daytime thoughts #5: this time it's noah who's nervous and you sit next to him and offer him a headphone/ear pod so you can listen to his favourite songs together or you hold his hand and distract him with random thought, and he just looks at you with relief that you're not leaving him alone

🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Thank you." He whispers.

"Of course." You whisper back.

You rub his hand with your thumb. The waiting room is quiet except for the music playing in your ears. You're the only two people here. Noah breaks the silence.

"Do you ever get tired of this?"

"I could never get tired of you, Noah."

"But every single doctor's appointment is like this. It should be fine. Why am I like this?"

You kiss his cheek, making his face turn red a little. "Do you get tired of helping me with my anxiety?"

"No."

"Then why would I get tired of you? I love you, Noah."

He smiles and leans against you. "Love you too."

[fadingangelwisp]

Fluffy daytime thoughts #4: you're very nervous , either sitting in the hallway for an appointment or waiting for something to happen, and noah holds your hand or rubs your shoulder & arm, he just knows you're nervous with one look

You try to hide your nerves, but he still wraps his arm around you anyways because he knows when you're anxious. Maybe he leans against you and whispers soothing words. The nerves don't fade immediately, but you are soothed by his presence. You're not alone in this and his touch reminds you of that. 🥺🥺🥺