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lost in those eyes

pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: none! just fluff (if you believe i've missed something please let me know!)

word count: 3.7k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.

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A/N: here's a sequel to heart-shaped bandages & no matter what :D

sorry i've been extremely MIA the past couple months but i promise i'm working on the longer stuff. some changes will be made soon. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this! and of course, here is the recipe this story is based off lmao.

also huge shoutout to @lilgarbitch for proofreading this for me <33

THREE YEARS AGO

One night you went over to Noah’s place to help him and Nick move some tour items into storage from their previous festival run. As the two were bantering over some technical mistake Matt had made during the last show, you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Knowing you couldn’t always be there to watch and cheer for Noah and the boys from the sidestage or the tech booth, missing out on the inside jokes between all of them, helping set up, or when Noah would wrap you into a bear hug when he got off the stage and you acted grossed out from the sweat (when both of you knew you found it extremely hot).

Noah could tell there was something on your mind, so when you went into the kitchen to grab water, he followed behind you like a puppy-dog. As you stood in front of the open fridge, already having the water in hand but the thoughts kept you still, you felt Noah embrace you from behind, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pecked a kiss on the top of your head. Even when the worst thoughts plagued your mind, the presence of him against you always stilled your mind.

“Everything alright, darling? You seem a little spacey.” He asked in a quiet, uneasy tone.

You sighed before answering, feeling like a kid being caught stealing a cookie from the jar. He could always tell when something was amiss.

“Yeah bub, everything’s fine.” You breathed out, leaning back into his chest. He removed his arms from around your neck and placed his hands onto your shoulders to spin you around to meet his gaze. He slightly lowered himself to better read your expression (AKA, reading your mind).

“I can see that something is going on up here,” lifting his hand to lightly tap his finger against your forehead. As you felt tears start to prick your eyes, you quickly wrapped around his tall frame and nuzzled your face into his shirt. You had cried around him before, but usually during sad movies or when you just had a bad day, but this “left out” feeling just felt silly. Noah returned the embrace, wrapping one arm over the back of your shoulders and the other rubbing your back under your hoodie.

“I know you’re crying,” he whispered into your hair before leaving another kiss on top of it. He continued,

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

As silly as you felt, you did want to tell him. Although the two of you had been together for only a few months, being with him has helped you learn how to better communicate your feelings (both with him and others around you). If you didn’t talk about it, it was just going to eat at you more. You nodded your head, still pressed against his chest before looking up to him. He led you to the dining table and sat you down at the head of the table.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered before heading to the kitchen entryway to poke his head out, not even leaving your sight.

“Hey Nick, we’re gonna take a quick break.” He said with a slightly raised voice to make sure Nick heard him.

“Alright, I’m gonna head to my room. Come get me when you wanna finish moving shit.” You heard Nick respond, saying a silent prayer he wouldn’t overhear your and Noah’s conversation. Noah quickly returned and sat down next to you, lightly grabbing your hand that was lying on the table and lifting it to give it a soft kiss.

“What’s going on angel?” His tone laced with worry as his eyebrows knitted together.

“Honestly, it’s kind of silly.” You answered, looking down at your lap.

“Okay, well. You’re kind of silly so this comes as no surprise to me. Shoot.” He teasingly replied. You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face as the tension eased away.

“Well.. It’s just that.. Uh… I guess I just feel a little left out. I can't be a part of your tour life with you and the guys.. I don’t get any of the jokes or stories, I just wish I could be there…” You started to trail off at the end. You removed your eyes from your lap to glance up at Noah, whose gaze was set in front of him but you could tell his mind was elsewhere, his eyebrows furrowed together in thought. You started to gnaw on your lip anticipating his response, and when his eyes met yours, you noticed they had a light behind them.

“What if we move in together?” He asked, but he seemed to already know the answer behind the smile creeping onto his lips.

“I- what?” Taken aback by the sudden proposal.

“What if we move in together. We’d have a plethora of our own inside jokes and stories and quips that the guys will never understand, and frankly, I think they’d be more jealous of us.” He said matter of factly.

“I-I mean.. Don’t you think it’s a little too soon? I don’t wanna move too fast. What if it turns out we hate each other?”

Noah gave you a knowing look before responding,

“Babe, you’re practically a roommate of the house anytime we’re home, which is pretty often mind you.” You contemplated his words, knowing they’ve only been gone a total of a month or two within the time you and Noah have been together, and the rest of the time you were either here or at work.

“Okay but what about my apartment? And all my stuff? I don’t wanna overcrowd your guys’ place or overstep or-” Noah cut you off.

“We’ll get our own place.” He said as if it was a no-brainer.

“What?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. Noah put his elbows on the table and leaned forward.

“The lease with the guys ends next month. We were debating on renewing but Nick wants to move back to Virginia and Jolly wants to get his own place. We could stay here with Matt and Orie but I think we’d both prefer a place by ourselves.” With the last bit he clasped his hands together and raised his eyebrows for emphasis, to which you stifled a small laugh.

“Okay, but bub, what about my apartment? I still have four months left on my lease and I can’t break it.”

“Y/N, your apartment has a leak in the roof that your asshole of a landlord has refused to fix since I’ve met you and instead just gives you a bucket. That’s enough to break a lease.”

You mulled over his words, fully realizing the gravity of the conversation. You had never lived with a boyfriend before, and although you practically already lived with Noah, it was still a big step for the two of you.

Noah noticed the expression on your face shift and grabbed your hand to soothe you, and somehow that cemented your decision. You would be moving in with Noah Sebastian.

“Hey.. We don’t have to if you don’t-” You cut him off before he could finish.

“Let’s do it.”

You think back on the memory with fondness as you absentmindedly wipe down the counter at the piercing shop, which you moved your way up to becoming one of the most notable piercers in the area and taking in clients daily. As much as you hated to admit it, Noah was right. Living with him was one of the best decisions you have ever made. The two of you have been living together a little over three years, and have been together for four. While you two had the usual ups and downs of any couple, everything brought you closer together (if that was even possible). You were able to find a charming house in the hills of California, it wasn’t huge but was still comfortable for the guys to visit and lounge out or work on music since Noah had one of the bedrooms turned into a full studio, but it didn’t feel empty when they left. There was a garage with enough room for both of your cars that opened into the kitchen, which was the perfect size and had a pantry and large fridge and freezer. It also had a large island that both you and Noah had made various meals (and messes) over the years. The kitchen was connected to the dining room, the two of you hosting various dinner parties over the years, both for achievements or just for fun. The living room had a glass coffee table, a large black couch and matching chaise lounge, initially the two of you argued over whose “spot” that would be before realizing both of you could comfortably fit on it to watch movies on the large television mounted to the wall. There were end tables on each side of the lounge set. The living room had a glass door leading to the backyard. The patio had an overhang adorned with warm-colored string lights, weathersafe sofas, a dining table and chairs, and a grill (which Noah has probably used twice, but Folio fires it up anytime he visits). All the rooms had been decorated with both yours and Noah’s style, which surprisingly meshed quite well together. Random shelves had various knickknacks both of you had collected and gifted each other over the years, your favorite being the plush mothman Noah got you for your first birthday you spent with him, and he claims his favorite are those godforsaken grass flipflops he got years ago (yes, he does actually wear them around the house), but you know it’s actually the Itachi figurine you got him “just because.” Your guys’ bedroom had a California king bed, you had argued you only needed a king, but Noah insisted on the larger one because of his stature. The mattress was placed on a canopy bed frame that originally had red lacey curtains on it until your now three year old rottweiler, Princess, had torn off when she was a puppy, and the two of you decided to just leave them off. Both sides of the bed had matching nightstands, littered with both yours and Noah’s belongings, with the mothman plushie sat on your side, and the Itachi figurine on his side (which is how you figured it was his favorite knickknack). Opposite of the bed was a dresser with a TV standing on top of it, which Noah insisted he wouldn’t use because of the bluelight, but you frequently walk up stairs to him curled up in bed with Princess watching an anime after he said he’d be going to sleep early. The main bedroom had a connected walk-in closet and a bathroom with a large bathtub with jets, a shower with two showerheads so both of you could be in there without one of you getting cold, a his & her sink, and plenty of cabinets and drawers for your various hair and skincare products you swore you were going to go through.

The shop was closed for the rest of the day, but some jewelry displays needed rearranging along with some general cleanup.Thankfully, the counter was the last thing you needed to wipe down, and soon you gathered your things to head home. As you got in your car, you stripped yourself of the Bad Omens hoodie you had been wearing since the shop was cold. You wore a plain grey muscle tank underneath with some black mom jeans and Doc Martens. The commute was a bit crowded as it was rush hour, so it took you an extra few minutes. In the meantime, you had turned the “the entire ratatouille script" playlist you and Noah had collaborated on (the title was obviously his idea). When you scrolled down to find the songs you recently put on it, you noticed he had added a new song to it earlier in the day, which you quickly queued up. You were surprised by the music choice, which was a more romantic song that didn't quite fit the genres he usually listened to. Once it got to chorus, you couldn’t help the small smile that curled onto your lips along with heat rushing to your cheeks.

Tell me you love me, and tell me you need me

And you can haunt me, and never leave me

So I can get lost in those eyes

I know, I know

You decided to replay it a couple times since you couldn’t help the way it made you feel, and before you knew it, you were pulling into the garage. You sat in the car for the song to finish, before gathering your things and heading inside. The moment you entered the door, you overheard Noah making noise around the corner in the kitchen as Princess ran up to greet you.

You knelt down to greet her before turning the corner to greet your boyfriend. Immediately, you could tell he was extremely focused at the task at hand, barely noticing your presence as you watched him run around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off as he was reading the instructions on his phone while simultaneously cooking something on the stove and prepping what seemed to be chicken breast on the island with various spice containers and produce bags laying around it. Princess went to stand by his side in hopes of any dropped scraps. He was wearing an Outsider Cult t-shirt, a pair of black joggers, and some black socks coupled with his slides. He finally acknowledged you when you let out an amused sigh at his current state, his eyes lit up when he looked over at you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin, bigger than usual.

“Hey babe, how was work?” He asked in a curious tone as he washed his hands before walking over to properly greet you.

“It was good, had a few appointments and a couple jewelry changes. How was yours?” You replied as he engulfed you in a hug. With his head resting on top of yours, he answered,

“It was good, Davis came over for a bit to work on some new merch designs.” Which you hummed in response as your face was buried in his chest. He pulled away slightly and softly grabbed your face in his still-damp hands to give you a kiss, which you playfully leaned away from while removing his hands from your face.

“Bub your hands are still wet.” You teased, he just wiped his hands on his joggers and placed his hands back to kiss you. It was soft and intimate, nothing words could ever describe. After he slowly pulled away, you noticed that the pot Noah had on the stove began to boil over.

“Bub, the stove.” You exclaimed while nodding your head in the direction. Noah quickly turned around to turn the burner lower and put a bag of bowtie pasta in the pot, then covered it with the lid. You took a couple steps forward to oversee what he was making, but before you could make any guesses, Noah wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you into the living room, Princess following closely behind. Confused, you asked,

“What are you doing?” But instead of answering, he continued guiding you until you stood in front of the chaise and lightly pushed you onto it.

“Dinner is a surprise. I already let you see too much,” He said the last part with a slight whine with a fake exaggerated frown on his face that made you giggle.

“I better not be getting poisoned,” you quipped as Noah shuffled his way back into the kitchen, calling out,

“I’ll make sure to keep the poison out of the food.” Giving you another giggle as you grabbed a blanket from beside you and called Princess up to lay next to you. As you leaned over to grab the remote off the end table, you noticed the string lights on the patio had been turned on, but Princess was already comfortable beside you and you didn’t want to disturb her to get up and investigate. You assumed Noah planned to have dinner outside tonight since it was still warm out. After browsing some of the streaming options, you settled on Criminal Minds, since Noah didn’t have much interest in it. Before you realized it, you had dozed off during the middle of the episode.

You woke up to Noah gently shaking you awake,

“Sweetheart, dinner is ready.” He softly whispered. He never liked waking you up. No matter how much sleep you got, you always woke up a little grumpy. Once you fully came to, your nose was rushed with the lingering scent of what Noah cooked. You looked around and noticed Princess wasn’t next to you anymore and drew your attention back to Noah.

“Come on, we’re gonna eat outside tonight. It’s pretty nice out.” He exclaimed, grabbing your hands in his to help lift you up. As you made your way to the glass door, Noah guided you with his hand on the small of your back. When you opened the door, you saw he had decorated the table with a tablecloth and a few lit pillar candles in varying sizes. You were in awe at the sight, quickly turning around to question him.

“What’s all this for?” Turning your head slightly to fully absorb the setup.

“Oh, y’know. I just thought it would be nice to treat you to a more romantic dinner.” He answered, putting his hands in his pockets and looked down bashfully. Even in the dim light, you could see the blush start creeping up on his face.

“Well thank you, bub. It looks beautiful.” You complimented, turning back towards him to give him an embrace, which he gladly accepted. As you were hugging him, he grabbed your chin to tilt your head up. The two of you bore into each other's eyes for a few beats before he gave you a tantalizing kiss. When you pulled away, you noticed his hand quiver a little, but assumed he got a chill from the wind.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold,” he stated while grabbing your hand to lead you to the table. He pulled out your chair for you before dishing you up. The meal consisted of a pasta dish with chunks of chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and spinach. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen this dish before, but couldn’t quite place your finger on it. After Noah dished himself up, he went to his seat at the table across from you.

“It smells great, what recipe is this?” You asked curiously, putting a few bits of each ingredient on your fork.

“Oh.. Uh.. It’s just some recipe I found online, it had pretty good reviews so figured I’d give it a shot.” He answered, his voice faltering slightly while grabbing some of the food onto his own fork, noting the slight tremble still present in his hands.

“Everything alright, bub?” You asked, slight worry overtaking your tone.

“Yep, just not sure if you’ll like it.” He stated. With that, you raised the fork to your mouth and took a bite. You immediately sat back in the chair in amazement, the savory flavors melting on your tongue.

“Noah, this is delicious!” You exclaimed, grabbing more of the pasta onto your fork.

“Thank you, love.” He replied warmly as his lips curled into a small smile.

The rest of the dinner was tranquil, the two of you talking over the new merch designs, which Noah was ecstatic over. He showed you some photos of what he and Davis came up with. The front illustration had the lamb of god with “Bad Omens” displayed under it in their signature font, with the back containing “Live Forever,” a callback to their self-titled album track. You complimented the design the two created, but Noah said it was just a rough draft for now. You told him the story of one of the clients that came in earlier, claiming his earlobes were hurting. After asking him if he was doing proper aftercare, he said he had been cleaning it with rubbing alcohol instead of saline. The story made Noah cringe at the thought. As the two of you ate, you remembered the song he had added to the playlist earlier.

“I saw you added a new song to the playlist earlier.” You stated curiously.

“Oh yeah? Did you like it?” His eyes slightly lit up at the mention, excited you had noticed.

“It was cute. I’m just surprised you added it, it’s not something you’d usually listen to.” You answered.

“Davis played it earlier and it reminded me of you.” He admitted, resulting in the blush from earlier to return to your face.

Once the two of you were finished eating, he grabbed both your plates and brought them inside, telling you to stay on the patio. It took a few minutes for him to return, Princess following behind him with a louder than usual jingle from her collar. Noah grabbed your hand to lift you off the chair, giving you a tight hug before pulling away to give you a deep kiss. He instructed Princess to sit next to him, which she surprisingly complied to. He bent down to grab something from her collar, you couldn’t make it out under the dimly lit lights and his hand quickly engulfing it. Before you knew it, he was getting down on one knee next to her, and opening up a jewelry box that contained a ring with a marquiste cut diamond. Your eyes immediately filled with tears once you processed what was happening.

“Y/N, since meeting you, I have never been happier. Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again. You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine my world without you in it. Will you marry me?”

The tears started to slowly stream down as a wide smile spread across your face.

“Of course I’ll marry you, bub.” You accepted while pulling Noah up to kiss him. He softly wiped the happy tears from your eyes when it clicked.

“Wait.. Did you fucking make a ‘marry me pasta’ recipe to propose?” You jokingly accused.

“That I did,” He stated proudly.

“You’re such a dork.” You teased before kissing him again before he picked you up, one of his arms cradling your back as the other supported your legs.

“What are you doing!” You yelped out.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my future bride to bed.”

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