#noah sebastian fluff

[kaliforniahigh]

the volume, the swoop of the bangs, the layers

he don't need no dyson airwrap, babies

[artificialstardust]

This is how Noah would stand as he watches you walk down the isle on your wedding day 🏃‍♀️💨

[hadesforpreswrites]

i'm working on a new noah fic

does anyone wanna read some of what i have already? i promise it does not start off sad like dirty laundry did lmao

[veronicaphoenix]

to hold you, to heal you | n.s.

Summary: Noah is exhausted. It feels as if he's failing at everything, including at being the boyfriend his girl deserves. She's there to reassure him that that couldn't be further from the truth.

Tags & trigger warnings: angst, implied poor mental health (self-doubt, anxiety, depression), mentions of sex, fluff, comfort, just pretend live 2024.

words: 1.9k | my works

to hold you, to heal you — noah sebastian x fem. reader

The house was shrouded in quietness, the calming fragance of incense lit half an hour ago still lingering in the air. 

            Noah had gone to bed an hour earlier; he was exhausted. 

            Silently, she made her way to the bedroom, careful not to disturb him.

            He lay on his side of the bed as she entered, back turned to her, the covers barely draped over his bare torso.

            The temperatures had risen in the past two weeks, making the house uncomfortably warm. They should've swapped the covers for summer sheets, but neither could muster the energy to change them just yet.

            She tiptoed to her side of the bed and slipped under the covers, nestling herself right behind Noah, wrapping an arm around his stomach and pressing her chest to his back, her cheek resting against his shoulder. 

            It was often that they found each other like this: her spooning him. They loved to intertwine their legs beneath the sheets, and he loved to drag her hand to his chest, right where his heart beat. He wanted her to feel it, to feel how his heart’s rhythm transformed from a relentless dance to a gentle pulse at her touch. 

            She nuzzled the tip of her nose against the nape of his neck, delighting in the feel of his soft locks, growing longer by the day. His hand found hers and guided it to the spot where his heart resided. She focused on his heartbeat for a while, on his breathing. She let the warmth of his body transfer to hers, despite the heat already filling the room. 

            Cooconing him like that felt like a promise that would eventually break. When he was in her arms, she felt as though she could shield him from anything, everything. She could just keep him caged, safe and sound tucked against her body, much smaller than his yet capable of safeguarding him. She so desperately wanted to keep that promise… 

            Yet, she was aware that those we love eventually slip, one way or another, no matter how much we try to ease their fall. 

            Nobody is extempt from hurting. 

            And now Noah was hurting. Her promise hadn’t lasted.

            She tightened her grip unconsciously when a wave of anger and sadness washed over her, her muscles pressing against Noah’s, her heart wanting —needing— to break through the skin and find Noah’s, merge with his, beat as one. 

            Love is always a constant battle of trying, trying, failing, trying, trying again, and sometimes, making it right. 

            Tonight, she would make it right. She would heal him one way or another; take some of his pain and store it in her own chest, in her veins, in her bones. 

            Blinking away the tears, she pulled back slightly, just enough to see his back. It was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the curtains revealed the faint lines of his tattoos. Unable to stop herself, she traced the designs with a gentle finger, following every curve and sharp edge. 

            Noah shivered beneath her touch, his muscles tensing. 

            In less than a minute, he turned onto his back, his hands seeking her. He grasped her and positioned her astride his lap, his hands resting on her hips while hers landed on his chest. He wore nothing but black boxers, and she was clad in his t-shirt and cotton panties. 

            Under the moonlight, she found his October eyes. 

            “Hi,” she said softly. 

            “Hi,” Noah replied.

            “Did I wake you?”

            “No,” he answered, their voices mere whispers in the night. “Couldn’t sleep,” he explained, a hint of resignation in his voice. 

            It was soft now, not the rough, visceral one he used on stage for some of Bad Omens’s songs. This was the voice she loved the most, the deep raw timbre that was yet so delicate, both tender and masculine, holding harmony within a quiet power. Every time she heard her name uttered with that voice, that tone so soft yet demanding, she melted in his hands.  

            “The voices?” she guessed.

            Noah nodded, letting out a heavy sight that he’d tried to contain, his gaze falling. She hated seeing him so conflicted, but there was only so much she could do. She didn’t know what else to do beside be by his side, engulfed in the dark of the after hours and surrounded by white noise. 

            With nothing more than a hmm, she brushed some hairs away from his face, and spent the next few minutes tracing her thumb along his forehead and then down his left eyebrow, trying to push some of his worries away. His eyes closed momentarily, and his own fingers began to move in a soothing rhythm where they touched the skin of her thighs. The weight of her on top of him always felt delightful, a comforting pressure.

            But the sensation lasted only a few seconds. He grasped her wrist, holding her hand away from him. 

            “You deserve someone better than me.”

            His words caught her off ward, making her frown and shift back a little, trying to discern his expression in the dark. 

            But he looked resolute, no ounce of doubt on his face as the words seemed to fill the space they were in, threatening to suffocate them. 

            “Noah—”

            “You should be with someone that doesn’t spend most of the time away,” he began, “someone who isn’t locked in the studio whenever he’s home. Someone who doesn’t take time off to get his mind straight instead of choosing time off to be with his girl.”

            She was tempted to snort. He was being silly. Yet, she knew it wasn’t the time to take his confessions lightly. He was suffering, and her job was to ease that pain, even if it meant going through the same conversation they’d had many times before.

            “Is that what the voices told you?” she inquired softly.

            She was met with silence, the room charging up with his unspoken words.

            “Noah,” she said, her tone determined as she tried to capture his full attention. She freed herself from his grasp and leaned forward, resting her forearms on his chest and reaching the sides of his face with her hands. He hadn’t shaved in the last three days and a little stubble was growing. “I love watching you work,” she said. “It’s what makes you happy, and I’d never do anything to keep your happiness away. Same goes for your health. You need this. There’s no arguing about it.”

            He didn’t seem convinced by her words, his hands falling to the sides of her body, resting apathetically on the mattress. He felt defeated. 

            “Noah, baby,” she insisted, calling his name softly and touching his chin with two fingers. Look at me. Listen to me. “You’re driven by passion, and that same passion is the one that led you to me, so please, don’t say that I don’t deserve you. I deserve no one but you.”

            She waited for her words to sink in. There was a little crease between his eyebrows now. He was still doubtful, torturing himself needlessly. 

            “I want you happy and healthy, and taking time off isn’t something you should feel guilty for. I’m proud of you for it. And I’ll be happy if you decide to stay locked up in the house for a month. I’ll stay here with you because a healthy Noah is my favorite Noah.”

            Under other circumstance, he would have made a joke about that, probably a dirty one about her favorite Noah. But that night, the truth was that he didn’t feel like laughing. As much as he loved her smile and her little laughs, there was a demon on his shoulder reminding him of all his failures and all his weaknessses. 

            She was so sweet to him, though. Always making an effort to knock off that demon and step on the devilish creature, turn it to dust with her fierceless light. 

            His hand instinctively rose to her cheek, his thumb moving in a slow, almost reverent motion that stirred her heart. She leaned into his touch, her own hands cradling his face and keeping him safe, enveloped in her embrace. 

            She missed him. She had missed him terribly over the last few months. The entire year, in fact. But she was stronger than her own demons. She watched from afar as her boy made his way up, as his band grew, as their artistry gained recognition beyond the walls of their homemade studio with each passing day. She watched Noah’s tireless dedication to reaching out to the world with his music, his stories, the worlds capable of creating on his own. She watched as he poured his heart and soul into it, and how time began to consume him, both day and night. 

            Until he could bear it no longer. 

            She touched her lips to his. She kissed him for a brief moment. Soft and slow, emphasizing her presence, her connection to his very soul. And he responded delightfully, breaking the contact just for a few seconds, keeping the kiss a ghost, his lips hovering over hers beyond touch. 

            Inhaling his fresh breath, she wanted him to kiss her again. She wanted to let herself drown in the kiss. 

            When he did kiss her, it was the most achingly slow kiss he had ever given her. It was a kiss that said, “I’m tired. I need slow. I need time to stop. Please, hold me.” 

            And she would hold him. Any time. Always.

            As her body relaxed on top of his, he cupped her entire face in his hands, keeping their mouths locked together. She tasted divine, and he cursed every second he had to pause to take a breath before diving back in with a little sigh.  

            When she shifted on top of him and he felt her core hovering right where he should’ve had an erection, he felt instead another failing.  

            “I’m sorry,” he murmured, withdrawing from her, his hands slipping away, turning his head so that his cheek pressed to the pillow. He exhaled with defeat. 

            “Sorry for what?” she asked, disconcerted.

            “I’m not… I’m not in the mood for sex right now. I’m sorry.”

            “Why do you have to be sorry for that?” she questioned, her confusion deepening. “I’m not here to demand that from you,” she added. Far from it. It pained her that he thought she needed that every time he kissed her. It pained her to see him punishing himself again for simply not feeling up to it, as if there was something wrong with it. “In fact, I just hoped I could just hold you all night.” 

            Noah looked back at her, somewhat taken aback. Not the reply he had expected. 

            He was definitely not his usual self. 

            “Would you let me?” she pleaded, blinking. 

            It took him a moment, but finally he relented, placing a hand behind her head to pull her down so that she rested against his chest. With each steady rise and fall, she smiled through watery eyes, hoping that tonight she could keep her promise: to hold him, to heal him, if only until the sun rose again. 

            She had just closed her eyes when his voice filled her ears again, soft, delicate, vulnerable.

            “I’m so afraid, that the walls that I have made have locked me in. I’m not okay. But I can try my best to just pretend…”

            He was singing to her.

If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health & well-being, you are not alone and there is always someone willing to listen and help. Reach out and keep fighting. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

aka noah acting like a big cat

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

The late evening was peaceful, the kind of quiet that settled comfortably between the two of you. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warm light, casting shadows on the walls as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The music in the background was a low, calming hum.

You could sense Noah nearby, moving slowly around the room, preparing for bed. There was a certain quiet to his actions tonight, a subtle hesitation that didn't go unnoticed.

He had always been the type to keep some things to himself, particularly when it came to small comforts. He never asked for much, especially when it came to something as simple as the physical affection he craved after long days, but you had grown to recognize the signs.

The way he'd grow quieter, a bit more contemplative, almost as if he were waiting for you to notice without having to ask.

You pretended not to watch as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the familiar expanse of his tattooed back. The intricate designs that wound across his skin were a familiar sight, yet no matter how many times you saw them, they still had the ability to catch your breath.

But to you, it was more than just the tattoos. It was the way his skin moved beneath them, the subtle rise and fall of his muscles, the warmth he radiated when he was close.

And then, without saying a word, he came over to the bed and climbed in beside you, his bare chest brushing against you as he lowered himself on top of you, careful to find a comfortable position for both of you, so as not to crush you under his weight.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, his body pressing into yours in that familiar, comforting way.

You didn't need to ask what he wanted. You could feel it in the way he leaned into you, the way his breath fanned against your skin. It was always like this: he didn't need to speak and you knew what to do. His quiet presence was enough.

Gently, you put your phone aside and let your hand move to his back, your fingers lightly brushing against the warm skin at first. You started slow, tracing the lines of his tattoos absentmindedly, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips.

You could sense him relax instantly, his body softening against yours as if the touch alone was enough to ease whatever tension had been lingering.

Gradually, you began using your nails, dragging them softly down the length of his back, applying just enough pressure to make him sigh in contentment. His breath deepened, the steady rise and fall of his chest becoming more rhythmic, a sign that he was fully immersed in the moment.

You knew this was exactly what he needed-what he craved, even if he wouldn't say it out loud.

Your nails traced along his spine, traveling from his shoulders down to his lower back in slow, deliberate motions. Each stroke brought a deeper sense of relaxation, and you could feel the weight of his body sinking into yours, the warmth of his skin melding into your own.

His head remained nestled in the crook of your neck, his lips occasionally brushing against your collarbone in a way that made you smile.

There was something so intimate, so unspoken about this kind of touch, the kind that wasn't rushed or hurried. You could tell how much he enjoyed it, how much he appreciated the way your nails gently scraped across his skin like a big cat looking for cuddles.

It was a silent comfort, a moment shared without the need for words or explanations.

As your fingers continued their lazy path along his back, your touch traced the familiar lines of his tattoos once more, briefly noting the tiny freckles that dotted the spaces between the ink of the flowers on his shoulders.

The contrast between them, the dark, intentional designs and the light, natural marks-was something you always noticed. They were just a small reminder of the details you loved about him, details only you knew so well.

You shifted slightly, adjusting to make yourself more comfortable beneath him, your hand never pausing in its soothing rhythm. His body felt heavy against yours, but not in a way that burdened you. It was the kind of weight that brought comfort, the kind that told you he was completely at ease, that in this moment, you were exactly what he needed.

His breathing grew even slower, and the tension that had once been there was long gone. He was completely relaxed now, lost in the gentle strokes of your fingertips across his skin. You didn't need to look at him to know his eyes were closed, his mind drifting somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.

You continued your slow, soothing motions, the pads of your fingers alternating with your nails. There was no rush, no urgency, just the two of you in your peaceful space.

His face remained buried in your neck, his lips occasionally brushing against your skin in soft, absent kisses on your shoulder or behind your ear, his cheek resting on your shoulder.

Finally, with a quiet sigh, you shifted slightly, pulling the blanket up over both of you. Noah murmured something incoherent against your skin, half-asleep, his grip around your waist tightening for a moment, then softening again when he realized you were not going anywhere.

You smiled into the dim light, your own eyes growing heavy.

The last thing you remember before drifting off is a soft, whispered "I love you." You couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality, but you'll definitely ask him in the morning.

Tags: @anything-more-than-human @ladyveronikawrites @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @fadingangelwisp @xmads-omensx @iwasntstable @thisbicc @pathion @mathfairchild1

[badomensgoodomens]

Sleepy noah adventures!!!!!

noah looks high in this photo HAHA

anyways enjoy ur food children x

Most evenings, noah would be cooped up in his studio working on projects, which you usually found entertainment elsewhere. on this specific night, you were sitting in your shared bed, clutching the nintendo. youd spent the past 3 evenings trying to beat skull cavern, absolutely outraged, you turn the nintendo off, chucking it to the side. you slide out of the bed, getting whiplash from the cold. grumbles leave your mouth as you put your slippers on.

you trudge downstairs, making a beeline for the home studio. not surprisingly, noah was still engrossed in whatever he was doing. you stand there, unimpressed.

he doesn't notice you.

hes too busy sitting at his desk with his headphones and cute glasses to notice you. you approach carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck. he jolts slightly, before realizing it was you. He slips his headphones off, gently rubbing your arm.

"whats up, dude?"

you scoff,

"noah, its 2am."

"fuck, really?"

he tucks the loose strands back into his messy bun. (long hair era)

"mhm, you need to shower."

he hums, saving whatever he was working on. you take his hand, leading him upstairs. your townhouse is quiet, other than the occasional cough or murmur from one of the boys rooms. tonights takeaway lay strewn across the island.

he follows close behind, trying not to stumble in the dark. as he ventures into the masterbedroom the band had so kindly graced you two with, he slips off his shirt. you sit up on your elbows, watching him walk into the bathroom. you giggle to yourself before starting your night routine.

you had showered earlier, so you put on your expensive (much to noahs distaste) skincare, and slip on your cute pajamas. This puts you in a good mood, so you do some light reading before bed, the bedside lamp illuminating the fulfilling romance book in your hand.

the bathroom door opens;

out steps the sexiest man youve ever seen, im talking white towel around the waist, jaw dropping v line with water droplets falling down, greek god type shit, you could eat that man for dinner and more.

he flashes you a grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"eyes up here."

despite his cheeky attitude, he slips on some pajamas and slides into bed next to you.

"hi sweetie, you smell really good."

you hum in response, atleast your scented moisturizers actually had a purpose.

"what flavour lip balm?"

"strawberry. as it is every night."

you respond, unimpressed. this was his daily ritual of asking for a goodnight kiss. he grins, you can't help but smile back. he pulls you in, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss to your lips.

he pulls away, smacking his lips together like the smug little bitch he is.

"mmm yum."

"you're not meant to eat it-"

you groan as he licks his lips.

"i needa brush my teeth." you say, sitting up. he groans, tugging your tshirt. you tut, climbing out of bed. he grumbles as you disappear into the ensuite. he watches you from afar for 5 minutes as you brush your teeth and hair. after some more grumbles, he gets up, dragging you back to bed.

"noah-"

"shut up, i don't wanna hear it."

he pulls you close, his breath trickling down your neck. he holds your waist tightly.

"goodnight sweetheart."

you hum, running your fingers through his hair.

"say it back." he says, sternly.

you ignore him, lingering between consciousness and dreamland. his hand snakes up to your chin. "say it back, brat."

you grumble, wriggling away from him.

he digs his fingers in your sides, you shriek, giggling.

nick bangs on the wall, signaling to shut the fuck up.

you collapse onto the bed, soft giggles echoing through the room.

"goodnight baby."

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, a satisfied hum leaves his lips.

its radio silence for 5 minutes, nothing but eachothers breathing and synced heartbeats.

"babe..? would you still love me if i was a worm?'

"oh my god noah if you don't shut the fuck u-"

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teehee this is my first little scenario (??)

i have a very informal writing style and could not give a fuck about correct grammer.

anyways.

hope ur just as in love with noah as me

[circle-with-me]

i haven’t stopped thinking about this photo since i saw it. so, let’s talk about it, shall we?

nothing but fluff below the cut 🩷

I think this is the Noah you get the first time you stay the night as his place. I’m not saying he doesn’t get this excited or make breakfast for you any other time… but there’s something special about his smile in this photo.

Maybe you’ve been dating for a few months and tour has disrupted your one-on-one time together, or you just prefer to take things slow. Noah is nothing if not patient. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and comfortable. Whatever the reason, when you finally get to stay with him for the first night—he can barely contain his excitement.

When it’s time for bed he curls up behind you so close, pulling you tight against him. One hand splays over your exposed tummy rubbing gently as he kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, softly telling you about all of the nights he’s spent longing to fall asleep with you in his arms. You feel more safe and secure with him than you ever have and it’s no surprise to you that you have the best night’s sleep ever.

The next morning, you’re a little disappointed when he’s not beside you but you know he hasn’t strayed far. The clattering of dishes in the distance tells you exactly where he is. You catch him off guard as he’s whipping up something extra special for the two of you for breakfast. He flashes you the sleepiest smile—so proud of himself and happy you’re there.

Noah won’t let you lift a finger, shooing you to the table for you to wait patiently for your breakfast. When he’s done, he brings your plate to you with a kiss on the forehead. Soon after he’s seating himself closely next to you, that sweet sleepy smile still plastered on his face.

It’s impossible to resist his requests to stay the night again nearly every night that week.

[flowery-mess]

Just another dad Noah thought...

I have two ideas of this in my head...

1) Noah is away on tour and you and your toddler take lots of videos of things you do together to send him. Like you just put your phone somewhere, then forget it's even there and Noah then can watch what he's missing when he's away. So one day you sit your toddler down, put the phone on record and do 'interview about my daddy' where you ask toddlers things like 'how old is daddy? what's daddy's job?' and this is how it goes:

"What's daddy's name?"

"Noaaaaah." he yells, just like you do when Noah is in other room and you call out for him.

"How old is he?"

"Mhmm, 3."

"Oh okay. What's his job?"

"Screaming at people." your toddler says with a proud grin on his face and you try to hold your laugh, because he's kind of right.

"What's his favorite food?"

"Vegetable salad." you can't really remember the last time Noah would ate vegetable salad, but okey.

"What daddy's favorite thing to do with us?"

"Watch a movie and then fall asleep on the couch."

And this would go on for a few more questions and as a respond from Noah you'd get picture of his face with little sad pout and tears in his eyes, saying he misses you and can't wait to be home.

2) Sometimes kids do this at school, so your toddler would come home with two papers, one for you and one for Noah. When you read it for the first you try really hard to not laugh and make your baby sad. But later when the baby is asleep and Noah has some free time for a call, you pour yourself a glass of wine and put Noah on facetime as you read him the cards.

"What's mummy's name? And the answer is 'my love'" and you both make heart eyes at each other, knowing he got that answer from how Noah calls you.

"What's mummy's job?" and the answer would be 'cutting into peoples heads, and you'd be a hairdresser or 'she's selling people drugs' and you'd be a pharmacist.

"How tall is daddy?" and you could not get the answer out of you because you'd be laughing too much "Noah, the answer is 3 feet."

"What's daddy's favorite thing to do with me?" and the answer is 'buying me toys'"

"Oh, guilty." Would be Noah's answer.

"I told you you're spoiling him."

"But he's always so happy and then he's cute, you have to admit that love."

"What does mummy and daddy do after I go to sleep?"

"He doesn't know what we like to do when he's asleep, should I be scared for that answer?" Noah said over the phone.

"They clean after me and drink alcohol."

"Oh god we look like alcoholics."

"Well, I'm literally drinking wine now."

After that you'd fell into comfortable silence and just look at each other through the screen.

"I miss you, just one more week and I'm home with you." Noah said with sad smile on his face.

"Oh I can't wait to have my 3 feet tall husband back so we can drink alcohol together!"

[foreverlittlesoshi]

the center of my day

noah sebastian x reader

word count: 370

the sound of rain hitting the window woke you, gloomy clouds making the sky and outside appear gray. the air felt cold but your body was warm due to noah holding onto you with a death grip. you wiggled a bit so you could turn over but stopped when you heard him let out a groan.

“what are you doing?” “just wanted to turn so i can look at you.”

facing him you were met with his slightly puffy face still drenched with fatigue, you couldn’t help but to start tracing his features while admiring him and feel your heart start pounding. he let out a sigh of content at the feeling of your thumb rubbing his cheek and started to fall back into his slumber. a little bit of guilt washed over you for waking him since he was trying to catch up on sleep after months of nonstop grueling touring and he deserved the rest.

not to mention, pushing himself more by already going right back into the studio to make the next album. even with pure exhaustion and stress on him, he still looked so beautiful and peaceful while sleeping.

“you’re so beautiful.” you whisper to him.

“don’t lie to me.”

his response startled you a bit but you gave him a light smack on the shoulder. “i would never lie to you.”

noah shook his head as he let out a weak chuckle. “i guess not.”

“so don’t ever accuse me of lying to you because you are so beautiful.” you say louder as you push his dark hair off his face.

“fine. fine.” he murmured as he rolled his eyes.

“don’t get all sassy with me!” laughing at him, “i thought you fell back asleep.”

he hugged you tighter as he let out another sigh. “i almost did till you spoke. i won’t lie, i loved the compliment.”

“well, it’s true.” you gave him a soft kiss and he kissed you back.

“alright, can we go back to sleep now?” his eyes already closed again before finishing the question.

“of course.” settling back down then focusing on the sound of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep as he fell back into a deep slumber again.

AN ~ i tried so hard to take a chance of writing fluff after actual years

title comes from dare4distance by nevershoutnever

[iwasntstable]

[CREDIT] : gifs by @hedonists

I saw this post by @lilhobgobbler quite a while ago about size difference with noah but it's fluffy moments. I started this in my notes app back then and decided to finish it! ♡

To expand on what OP said; Noah, sitting in the passenger seat of your car, struggling to reach the lever to push the seat back as you watch him in amusement. The seat finally sliding back but even then, his knees are bent, angled upwards. Him slapping his legs in defeat as you both laugh, threatening to buy you a bigger car just so he’ll fit easier as he takes his passenger princess duties seriously, finding a suitable playlist to drive to.

Cooking dinner for you both and needing an appliance, ingredient or object he placed out of the way on a high shelf in the kitchen since you rarely ever use it. Not being able to reach it so you call him over for help. He comes up behind you, a hand on your hip, trapping you between himself and the counter as he reaches it with ease, placing it down for you before giving you a quick hug from behind with his arm around your waist, hand against your stomach and giving you a peck on your cheek from over your shoulder, then going back to what he was doing. Being the little spoon when you sleep and he curls around you completely. Your head tucked under his chin, his arm around your waist holding you so close against his chest, his legs slotted perfectly behind yours. You're completely surrounded and enveloped by his comfort and warmth, and you always get the best night’s sleep when he holds you in his arms. Standing in line at the store and he rests his arms over your shoulders from behind, holding his phone in front of your face while you both check the grocery list to see if you've forgotten anything. His chin resting on your head while you debate whether the shredded cheese is worth going back for. You, hugging him from behind. Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as you rest your forehead against his broad back. Nodding against him when he asks if you’re okay, going back to what he was doing with you attached to him like a koala. Affectionately caressing your hand and arm periodically, just to let you know he remembers you’re there. Just to let you know he loves you.

Him falling asleep on top of you like a big Bernese mountain dog, covering you completely like the world's best weighted blanket. His head on your chest, tucked under your chin as you play with his hair and stroke his back. He's never slept better.

Him loving when you wear his clothes. He likes his shirts and hoodies a little oversized, so on you they're absolutely massive, stopping somewhere between your knee and upper thigh it always looks like a little dress on you. Feeling so snug and comforted, wrapped up in soft fabric that smells just like him. It fills his heart to see you carrying around a piece of him with you willingly like this. And he can’t help but squeeze you in a tight, all-consuming hug, knowing you belong to him, and he absolutely belongs to you.

☰ 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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[artificialbreezy]

what about Noah sending selfies to his lady? (In the text mood board format thingy)

Bonus:

[kaliforniahigh]

[n0ahsebastians]

just had a thought and i have to share it y’all oh my god

18+, MDNI!!!!!

studios/soundbooths are soundproof so no background noise comes in through to the track being recorded. so (don’t) imagine noah fucking you, going down on you inside his home studio because “no one can hear us, it’s just you and me, baby.” he undresses you slowly, taking his time with you, feeling your skin against his own. his tongue against your skin, telling you to make more sounds because he loves hearing the way he makes you feel. loves watching you fall apart for him and him only. making his way down your stomach, lifting one leg over his shoulder to allow him to push his tongue inside of you. throwing your head back against the padded booth, rutting your hips against his mouth. tangling your fingers in his hair and being as loud as you want as he makes you come. because no one can hear you.

[noahsmuse]

adore you

✮ PAIRING: noah sebastian x reader

✮ SUMMARY: headcannons about how i think being in a relationship with noah would be like !!

୨୧ he’s a gentlemen first and foremost !!!! he holds your shopping bags, will literally RUN in front of you just so he can hold the door for you, pulls your seat out in restaurants and opens the car door for you when your getting inside and out of the car

୨୧ he notices everything new about you, did you re-dye that one part of your hair ? he knew it immediately. he’s a very observant guy and always compliments how you look, saying that your hair, makeup, outfit etc. looks amazing especially if he can tell if your experimenting with new looks and products

୨୧ he remembers EVERYTHING about you, no matter whether good or bad. just like how he’ll poke fun at you whenever you trip over your own feet and claims you need to be wrapped up in bubble wrap. BUT he does remember things like what you usually order at different restaurants, what your favorite kind of drink is and exactly how you like it

୨୧ doing fashion shows for him after you get mail or come back from the mall !!!!! as soon as you’d walk through the door with your new clothes, he’s SAT. and ready for you to try on your new wardrobe, he thinks you look great in everything and is a VERY good hype-man

୨୧ since he’s off social media & doesn’t have his own, he makes it a point to follow you from the band account and also likes every single new post you make, sometimes will even leave silly little comments in relation to whatever you just posted….he’s REALLY down bad for you

-> because of the new found fame for the band and since he deleted his social media accounts, he 100% has a private instagram where he only follows you, the band & crew and some of his other close friends. he posts SO many photos of you and puts some on his story almost everyday, you also had to help him learn how to take good instagram photos. (he’s so proud whenever you actually post one of the photos he took)

୨୧ while him & the band create new music for their new albums, he absolutely loves it when you just sit in there with him. you don’t have to do a single thing but just sit there, he does like to hear your opinion on what you think about the new songs and if anything needs to be changed. sometimes you’re even part of the album, he mixes in your laughs and sometimes even your moans into the songs

୨୧ when he gets invited to/buys tickets concerts, you’re always the very first person that he asks if you wanna come with him (especially if he knows that a band or artist you both like is playing), and obviously you do ?!?!

-> whenever you both are around big crowds, he’s got his hand on your back or holding your hand, guiding you through the big groups of people

୨୧ he loves to go on small little vacations/getaways in the little bit of time that he has off from touring and making music !!!!! especially because of how much time the both of you would be spending together, making memories and exploring somewhere new :)

୨୧ even though you’re more than welcome to steal any of his hoodies, he always saves you a hoodie/shirt from the online drops. and when you visit them on tour, you just HAVE to get a shirt from each tour (more than half of your entire closet is probably bad omens merch at this point)

-> and of course he loves when you style bad omens merch to match what you wear everyday, he also eventually lets you become one of the models for online merch drops (with some photos of you together which makes the fans go CRAZY)

୨୧ for arguments, i don’t think that you both would have very often. since the both of you have learned that if you sit down and have a genuine conversation about what things/topics that could cause conflicts can avoid those heated arguments

୨୧ the days when he gets back from tour, usually you both just order something or sometimes make a meal to eat with him and he LOVES to just lay down, share a blanket and cuddle you after being gone for so long while watching an anime you both like ♡

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Noah loves the sound of your laughter, so he finds a way to show it using the way he knows best: through music.

Noah had always been attuned to sounds—beats, melodies, harmonies—but nothing compared to the sound of your laughter. It was effortless, bright, and so full of life that it always left him breathless. There was something about the way it filled the air, soft but vibrant, that made everything feel lighter, like the world itself paused to listen.

He couldn’t quite remember when he first realized how much he loved your laugh. Maybe it was in the beginning, back when you were both still getting to know each other.

It started small, an easy smile tugging at his lips every time he heard that familiar lilt of your voice bubbling up with laughter. Over time, it became more than just something he liked—it became a sound he craved.

Like that one time in the kitchen, a late afternoon spent trying to make dinner together after a long day. You had insisted on cooking from scratch, and he, not wanting to miss a single second with you, had eagerly joined in.

But neither of you were particularly good at following recipes, and somewhere between mixing the ingredients and trying to chop vegetables, chaos erupted. The sauce he was stirring splattered out of the pot, hitting the counter, the walls, and you—of course, right on your shirt.

For a moment, there was stunned silence, and he worried you might be upset. But instead, you threw your head back and laughed—this rich, unrestrained sound that filled the entire room.

“Look what you did!” you gasped, barely able to breathe between laughs, pointing at the mess. There was flour on the floor, vegetables strewn across the counter, and sauce now decorating your clothes.

"Oh, it's my fault now?"

"Yes! Because you agreed to do this with me!"

Noah couldn’t help but join in, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. He didn’t care that dinner was ruined or that you both looked like a disaster.

Your laughter made everything feel like it was perfect. It was the kind of moment that would stay with him long after the mess was cleaned up.

Every time you laughed like that, it was as if his world grew brighter, like all the small troubles of the day melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to you.

It wasn’t just in the kitchen, though. It was everywhere. When he was on the road, touring with the band, those late-night phone calls were what he lived for. No matter how tired he was or how much the road had drained him, hearing your voice on the other end of the line always pulled him back to life.

He’d listen to you talk about your day, sometimes mundane things like what you had for lunch or funny stories from work, but every time you laughed, it felt like magic.

That sound, soft yet clear, would make his heart race in the best way. He would close his eyes, lying on the stiff hotel bed, and let your laugh wash over him like a melody. Even through the phone, it felt like a tether, something real and grounding when everything else felt so distant.

And those moments—those bursts of laughter—weren’t just fleeting noises to him. They stayed. They lingered long after the call ended, replaying in his head when he couldn’t sleep, when he was sitting on the tour bus staring out the window, thinking about home.

And you were his home, really.

Even when you were both with the band, just spending time together on pizza nights, your laugh still stood out to him. The room could be filled with chatter, music, and noise, but all it took was for you to find something funny, and his attention would snap to you.

You’d cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it only made it more endearing. He would watch the way your eyes crinkled, how your whole face seemed to light up with each peal of laughter, and it was like the rest of the world blurred into the background.

It was like a song, one that he carried with him even when you weren’t there.

But nothing compared to the sound of your laugh when it was just the two of you, late at night, tangled together in bed. He loved the quiet moments most—when the world outside slowed, and it was just you, wrapped up in him.

And when he buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his hair tickle your skin, you’d squirm at first, trying to wriggle away, but you never could for long. And then it would come, that soft, breathy laugh you couldn’t hold back.

It was different from the ones you gave in public, more intimate, meant only for him. You’d giggle as he pressed kisses along your collarbone, your fingers threading through his hair, and he’d feel that sound vibrate through you, through him.

Noah couldn’t explain it, but in those moments, with his head resting against your chest, your heartbeat steady beneath his ear, and your laughter quietly filling the space, everything felt right. He would listen to it, soak it in, and know—without a doubt—that there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

That was why he did it, really.

One evening, he asked you to listen to something. It wasn’t unusual—he’d often play you demos or rough cuts of songs he was working on, wanting to hear your thoughts. But this time, he seemed nervous, more hesitant than usual as he handed you his headphones.

You raised an eyebrow, a curious smile tugging at your lips. “What’s this?”

“Just something I’ve been working on,” he said, almost shy, which wasn’t like him. You could tell by the way he avoided your eyes, fidgeting slightly. “I, uh, I wanted you to hear it first.”

Intrigued, you slipped the headphones on, your heart already beating a little faster as the music began. It started slow, a soft, melodic guitar riff that felt warm and familiar, like Noah’s usual style. Then, layered gently beneath the instruments, you heard it—a sound that made you stop.

Your laugh.

It was subtle, mixed carefully into the track, but there was no mistaking it. A gentle, airy laugh, your laugh, from some time when you couldn’t remember being recorded. And yet, here it was, woven into the song like it belonged, like it was always meant to be there.

You pulled the headphones off slowly, your eyes wide as you looked at him. “Is that… me?”

Noah scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “Yeah, I recorded it during one of our phone calls. I’ve been wanting to… you know… keep it. Your laugh. I thought it’d be nice to put it in the song, like… I don’t know… like a piece of you in it.”

For a moment, you were speechless. The gesture, the sheer sweetness of it, had caught you off guard in the best possible way. He had taken something so personal, so *you*, and made it a part of his art, his music—something that mattered to him almost as much as you did.

“Noah,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of love. “That’s… that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done.”

He smiled then, that shy, lopsided smile you adored. “I just really love the sound of your laugh,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere. “I wanted to keep it with me… always.”

And with those words, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that said all the things you couldn’t quite put into words. You pulled him close, your heart swelling with so much love for this man who found joy in the simplest, most genuine parts of you.

Noah hadn’t just recorded your laugh—he’d captured a piece of your love, something that echoed in every moment you shared.

And now, it was immortalized in his music, a part of him, just as he was a part of you.

[badomensgoodomens]

Noah Sebastian x Reader (fluff)

noah + illness = a literal two year old

"shh, stop fussing, im just braiding your hair"

he mumbles and groans, pulling away from you. he yelps as you tug on a strand of his brown hair. the tv plays an episode of a random anime hes been binge watching.

he finally settles, sitting between your legs as you braid. he tells you about his day, a mumbling tired mess.

"baby?" you ask, he looks up at you. "can i do your skincare perchance?"

he groans.

"stop saying perchance."

you get up, giggling, you run to the bathroom to grab your array of expensive skincare. he sighs, getting comfy. as you settle back down again he turns to ask, "this won't hurt, right?" you almost laugh.

with a shake of your head you get to work. you pull his loose bits of hair; that had fallen out of the braids, back with one of those silly headbands. he snaps a picture.

you gently apply a serum, he whines about it being cold. The wind was picking up outside, october was amongst us. red plaid, pumpkin spice and annoying children in half-ass costumes. you continue with another serum, he bundles himself into a grey blanket.

"you getting sick, babe?" you ask, rubbing moisturizer in. he grumbles, a grumpy ass man he is. you continue massaging his face until he falls asleep, you change the channel to a show youve been watching lately. rain picks up outside. your fluffy dog trots up for cuddles, he snuggles into noah, who was now fully asleep in your arms.

3 hours later you woke up to a thunderstorm, and a sniffly, grouchy noah. you usher him into your shared bedroom and put the kettle on, you prepare hot chocolate as the wind howls outside.

"baaaabe! can i have two marshmallows instead of one?" he calls out, his voice scratchy and broken.

you sigh, smiling to yourself.

you carry the two warm mugs to bedroom, noah is under a pile of blankets with the dog. "here, let me feel your forehead."

he climbs out of the pile of blankets, flushed with messy hair. you press the back of your hand to his forehead. warm.

you hum and press a gentle kiss on his forehead. "ill get you some medicine, hm?"

he wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing his warm face on your stomach. its moments like this that truly remind you of how beautiful and raw your love is.

"what about some soup huh? chicken?"

he mumbles and tightens his hold on you.

you snicker, pulling away to look down at him.

"alright, come on lovebug. let me get you some soup and medicine hm?"

he sighs and slides away from you, he curls into your pillow.

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you come back 30 minutes later with hot soup and medicine. hes asleep.

you gently scratch his back, just tracing over his tattoos. he mumbles, stirring in his sleep. you press a gentle kiss to his back.

"mm?" he turns to face you. his cheeks are red.

"i made you soup, baby. and some medicine. sit up."

he sleepily sits up, rubbing his eyes.

he gratefully takes the soup, whispering thank yous as he soothes his sore throat. he pats the bed next to him, gesturing you closer. you scoot over, immediately overwhelmed by the heat his body was emitting. you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, and cuddle him back to health.

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soooooooooooooooooo sorry i forgot about you guys :c

im trying so hard to make my posts longer but its not going very well lol.. do u guys prefer short- quick ones? or like full blown chapters/stories?

let me know!!!