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Gray Area

Your phone had been buzzing for the past hour. Sick of its incessant noise, you turn it over. It was people sending you the same photo over and over. Seeing it once had been enough.

You pour your coffee into the mug and pick it up, taking a sip. You’re angry. Really angry. You and Noah had been fighting more than usual, and the photo was too much. The image of him smoking was stained in your head. It made you feel choked, as though you were the one with lungfuls of smoke.

Noah was always messing round taking photos with his mates on Snapchat and social media. You never made a fuss, you never moaned or complained about all the girls messaging him constantly but this was too far.

You take your coffee outside and sit on the porch, pulling a blanket over you as you let out a misty breath. You take another sip from your steaming mug. And you wait.

The sun is disappearing over the mountains as you hear the car pull into the drive and the door opens. “Babe?”

His voice sounds stained, apprehensive. He knows he’s in trouble.

“Babe where are you?” You hear him sniff.

Your pulse hastens as your muscles stiffen. The anger rushes back, chewing at you.

“Babe what are you doing out here, it’s freezing. Come inside.”

You say nothing. You don’t want to look at him, you want to yell and scream. But you don’t.

He lets out a deep exhale and you wish he hadn’t because you can smell the smoke on his breath. “So you saw it then?” He asks, defeated. “Look. I can explain. Just look at me.” You take another sip of your coffee.

“We were just mucking round- it was no big deal...” Noah falls into silence. He knows he’s not making it any better.

“I’m sorry. I know how you feel.”

You don’t know how I fucking feel, you think to yourself. You don’t know.

“It was just for the photo. I barely took any in. It was stupid. I’m sorry.”

You want to say it’s okay. You want to hug him. You want him to hold you. And you want say something. But you don’t. Anger has a hold of you.

As Noah plants a kiss on your forehead, you can feel his warmth. You can still smell the smoke.

“Come inside when you’re ready. I’ll make us some food. I love you (y/n)”

Noah goes inside and his warmth dissipates. You know you’re overreacting. You want to go inside. But you don’t.

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Heyy I was wondering if you could write about how Noah promised y/n he would stop smoking and y/n see’s a video of pic of him smoking and she gives him the silent treatment? I’m just in the mood for some angst! Haha! Please and thank you love!❤️

Just posted! Sorry this took me so long!

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Can you please do the break up part 4???

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Hating Lana Condor Part 7

Hey guys, thanks for your patience. This will be the last past of the Hating Lana Condor series. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it x

You stand there, too stunned to move. How is she here? Why is she here is the most important question.

Lana walks in, dragging a Louis Vuitton suitcase and matching bags behind her.

“Is there somewhere I can put these?” she asks, dropping them with a loud clatter on the hallway tiles.

Your father rushes over and picks up the bags, “I’ll take these upstairs, (y/n), show Lana around will you.”

 ***

It’s been two days since Lana and Noah first showed up at your house. On the one hand it was nice being out of plastic Hollywood and all of the drama, but on the other hand it would have been great if Hollywood hadn’t shown up on your front doorstep in the shape of a petite girl with sleek black hair.

Although it strikes you as odd that you’ve barely seen Lana these past couple of days. She has either been in the guestroom, courtesy of your parents or out walking. Not that you’re complaining, it has given you and Noah the chance to have some much-needed time, away from the prying eyes of Hollywood cameras.

You come downstairs to find Lana helping your mother in the kitchen. When Lana spots you, a wide smile spreads across her face.

“Hey (y/n), want to come help me and your mum bake chocolate peanut butter cupcakes. You know I got pretty good at them when me and Noah worked on the To All The Boys sequel-“

“-actually I’m good thanks,” you interject. “Where is Noah anyways?”

Your mother shrugs.

“He’s taking a phone call I think,” Lana offers as she pours thick chocolatey batter into the cupcake tins.

You glower at her one last time before you disappear out the back door. It’s not hard to find Noah, you just follow a loud, raised voice that belongs to him. He sees you, and his face drops.

Your gaze falls to his waist, where his suitcase is propped up on a nearby table, its zip fully closed.

“You’re leaving,” you say. It’s a statement, and not a question.

Noah looks sad, but he nods. “Yeah.”

“Great. Well thanks for stopping by. It’s been swell.”

“I’m sorry,” Noah says. “They need me back in the city. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t bother,” you say.

Noah walks towards you, his arms outstretched, ready to embrace you in a hug but you pull away. Noah breaths heavily, his chest contracting as he exhales. He doesn’t try to hug you again. His fingers grasp around the handle of the suitcase and he wheels it past you.

You watch him disappear back into the house, and you hear the soft thud of the front door. You can see Lana through the kitchen window, still helping your Mom. You can’t take it anymore. She has taken over you. And Noah once again, is gone.

You turn your back, and head down a path that leads down a country lane. Though the leaves are yellowing in the early fall, there is still some warmth left in the air. Your feet carry you to a small pond, where you used to lay for hours stretched out, devouring book after book.

You sit yourself down and reach into the pond, the water cool on your fingertips. Cicadas hum in the distance and the sun warms your back.

“Hi.” A voice says. You turn your head to see Lana standing behind you, her hands deep in her pockets.

“Hi,” you say coolly.

“Can I sit?”

“I can’t stop you.”

Lana presses her lips together, before she seats herself. “We should talk.”

“I’m really not in a chatty mood, but thanks,” you say as your gaze returns to the pond, and you watch several goldfish swimming in the depths of the water. You wish you could be a goldfish, everything would be so much simpler.

Lana exhales loudly. “I’m sorry he had to leave. He really didn’t want to go-“

“-oh he didn’t, did he? Super.”

You hate the acidity in your voice, but you somehow can’t help it.

“Talk to me.” Lana says. “Talk to me, maybe I can help.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “That’s hilarious. Really. Thanks. But I don’t think you want to hear anything I have to say.”

“Try me.”

You turn to Lana. Her expression seems sincere enough.

“Well,” you begin. “I think you’re manipulative. And shallow. And I don’t know, jealous? Everything is fifty times more difficult when you’re around. I mean you’re gorgeous and I’m…me.”

You can’t help everything tumbling out now.

“You’re always around him…like always. Especially when I’m around, you just have to be there. I don’t know if you like him, or you’re trying to prove that you can take him away from me or what-“

“-stop!” Lana shrieks, holding up a hand. Her eyes are brimming with tears.

Did you take it too far? No, she needs to know how she’s made you feel.

“(y/n), you’ve got it all wrong,” Lana says as a tear spills down her cheek. “All wrong.”

“I was jealous,” Lana begins. “But not of you, of Noah.”

Your eyes widen. “excuse me.”

“It was you, it’s always been you.”

Lana leans towards you and she tilts her head, and kisses you. As kisses go, it wasn’t half bad. Stunned, you pull back.

“What the-“

“I know it’s wrong. I know you’re with him, I get it. I just had to do that, I’m sorry.” Lana is blushing.

“But you hated me,” you say. “You followed me around, you stayed for the weekend, you followed me shopping, you came for breakfast and showed up at my work and you flew out here and….”

Realization dawns on you. “Oh my god.”

A small smile plays on her lips. “It’s always been you.”

“Holy shit.” Is all you can manage. “Listen Lana, I’m flattered. I really am. But I think I need to go and find Noah.”

“I understand,” Lana says. “Friends?”

“Of course.” You say, leaning over and you kiss her again. You jump up and fly back up the path, hoping to God Noah hasn’t left yet.

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Hating Lana Condor Part 6

warnings: mild language / some swearing / potential suicide, self harm references/implications

word count: 1246

authors note: hey guys, thanks so much for the patience. I won’t bore you all with the details, but I hope you enjoy part six. It’s a lil darker and moodier than my normal writing, but I hope you get something out of it

It had been a month since you had seen him. It had been a month of being away from the glare of the spotlight, pushing your way past the frenzy of paparazzi every time you left your building.

Life back at home was simple. Simple and quiet.

Your boss had let you take some time and work from home for a bit. Your parents had only been too happy to receive the call to tell them that you were coming home for a while, but they crept around the house in hushed worry, because they knew something was wrong. They hadn’t pressed you to tell them, but they knew something had happened with you and Noah. And they knew how much he means-meant to you.

“Plenty more fish in the sea!” your Dad said at the breakfast table, over a cup of black coffee.

Your Mom gave him a warning look.

“I mean, you’ll find someone else,” he said with a softer tone.

“I don’t want anyone else,” you said quietly. Your parents exchanged glances, but they didn’t say anymore on the matter.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna head to the office and get a bit more work done.”

Noah had tried talking to you. He’d really tried. He’d called and messaged, he’d even written, something you’d never thought a boy would do for you. But far from impressed, you’d stayed hidden at your parents.

It had been too much, the scandal, the gossip, the constant pressure to be nothing short of perfect all the time. And Lana. Freaking Lana. You’d had enough of her. And you’d had enough of Noah failing to stand up for you time and time again. You knew that the gossip columns would be writing about you, but you refused to read any of it. You refused to wear all the stupid labels and be styled You refused to be a part of that toxic world any longer.

You take your laptop out into the morning light and find a patch of grass in the sun. You flick through a few emails, but your finger wanders, and you find yourself typing his name into the search bar. Instantly, your screen is graced with Noah. There are pictures of him smiling and you feel a swooping sensation in the pit of your stomach. It’s hard to forget how photogenic that boy is, and you find a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

And then you see her. Lana. She’s standing right next to him, his arm around her shoulder. It’s as though ice has been pitched down your throat. You want to look away, but you can’t. you click on the photo and redirected to a news article. Apparently, they’re on holiday in the Caribbean, for some promotional thing.

You slam your laptop shut and you let the soft grass beneath you cocoon your head. Why did you do it? Why did you have to look? Are you really that stupid? Tears drip down your face and soak into the grass beneath you. as if it would be that easy? Did you really think that if you ran away from your life in the city, it would all go away? The pain?

Maybe if you lie here long enough, the earth would swallow you whole. Then you would never have to feel ever again. Or think or breathe or think about Noah. You close your eyes, and lie perfectly still, willing it all to end.

You’re floating. Your eyes are still closed, but you can feel yourself in motion. You come to the conclusion that you’re being carried. You try to open your eyes, but vertigo sets in and you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that it will be all over soon.

“It’s alright,” a voice says. “You’re okay.”

Your set down on something soft.

“Do we need to call an ambulance?” you hear mother’s voice ask.

“No, (y/n) will be okay. She/he/they just need to rest,” the voice sounds like Noah’s and now you’ve definitely gone round the bend.

“Thankyou for coming,” your dad says.

“(y/n) can you open your eyes for me?” it still sounds like Noah. You don’t want to open your eyes, because you know you will wake up and he won’t be there. Because Noah is far away. He’s on some yacht in the Caribbean with Lana Condor.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me,” the voice says. “But I had to come. Your parents are worried, everyone is worried. I’m worried. Even-“

The voice breaks off.

“I’m here now. And I’m going to fix this.” Oh fuck. It is Noah. There’s no way that gravelly, warm voice can’t belong to him.

You open your eyes, and Noah Centineo is staring down at you, concern washed over his face A small smile breaks over his face.

“Hey, there you are.”

“You can’t be here,” you say. “You’re on a yacht.”

“Actually, the photos were staged. It gives the paps a few days’ worth of material to write about. Just to buy me some time to come and see you. It was actually Lana’s idea-“

“Don’t say her name.”

“Sorry.”

“You should be,” you say as you sit up.

“Hey, easy easy,” Noah says as he tries to push you back down, but you wave his hand away.

“And don’t tell me what to do.” Your voice sounds stronger. “You have no idea what you’ve done. you let her get away with so much. You made me look so stupid. For months and months and you did nothing!”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry,” Noah says.

“It’s going to take more than sorry, it’s going to take much more. I don’t trust you. I don’t even know if I want to continue being with you. I left the city, not just to get away from you. But from all of it. I’m not made for the kind of life you have. I’m not made for all the premieres and parties and glittering jewels and designer brands. It’s just not me.”

“I understand. I do, I really do. I still find that stuff hard. It’s hard to get used to. But it’s my job. That is my life.”

There’s a moment silence.

“I can’t believe you came all the way out here. If the paps find you-“

“Then I’ll fight them off with my own bare hands.”

You actually do smile, and Noah lightly touches your cheek. “I’ve missed that smile.”

“You do realise there isn’t another flight out of here till next week right?”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Noah says.  “We’ll camp out here till then. I can help your parents with housework, and me and you can spend some quiet time together. Away from everything.”

You bite your lip as you consider him. “Fine. Deal. But I get first pick of movies.”

“Alright.”

“And I get to hold the popcorn bucket.”

“Okay.”

“And! If I hear her name once, you’re gone.”

The grin disappears off Noah’s face.

“What now?” you say acidly.

“Well it’s just that…we came straight from shooting the yacht photos…”

There’s a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” your father says.  

“Noah, what did you do?”

Your father opens the door, and in walks the sleek haired, petite girl.

“You have to be kidding me.”

“Hey (y/n),” Lana says with a sweet grin. “You’re not looking too well. Looks like we got here just in time!”

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Are you dead???? Did your exams kill you???

Hi hello! Noooo I’m not dead!!! I’m soo sorry for being inactive!! I’m actually writing up a storm as we speak so keep your eyes peeled for something soon. Thanks for still sticking around! X

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Part six to hating Lana???

Hey!! So I’ve got exams atm which is why I’ve been really slow to post anything but I’m planning on writing more very soon! Also thanks to everyone who’s sent me requests I’m slowly getting to everyone x

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Hey lovely! When’s hating Lana part 6 coming? Xx

hey! I’m planning on writing one very soon! glad you’re enjoying the series! x 

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Do you have a master list link

hey! here is my masterlist however it’s not fully updated, I’ll update it in the next couple of days x 

https://dailynoahimagines.tumblr.com/post/184171617615/daily-noah-imagines-masterlist

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Where y/n is a really famous singer that Noah has a crush on and she didn’t know until she was on like jimmy Fallon or Ellen for an interview and they play all the times he’s said shes his celebrity crush and then when he’s interviewing they surprise him with her and they get together?

just posted! hope you enjoy! x 

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Signs of Noah 

you’re an up and coming singer who’s just made it big and a certain crush of yours becomes known to you...in the most embarrassing way possible. 

warnings: none | word count: 1204

You stare at your phone, unable to believe what you’re seeing. Your Instagram follower count had been rapidly rising all morning and was showing no signs of slowing down. Less than 24 hours ago, you had less then 100,000 followers, and now the number was creeping towards 3 million.

You put your phone down, and take a deep breath. You have a show in less than an hour, and you don’t want to be distracted.

“Hey y/n, you ready for tonight?” your manager asks you as she pops her head round the door. You nod and force a smile on your face.

You’re excited, you really are. But you’re also exhausted. This will be the fifth night in a row of performing, since extra concerts were put on your tour list.

Your glam squad puts the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. You always marvel at them, you know you could never get your hair as perfect as they can. As you’re about to pick up your phone again, your best friends launches themself into the room.

“Oh my god y/n, you’re never going to believe who’s here!”

“who?” you ask curiously, trying to think who it could be.

“Word is, Noah Centineo is in the VIP section!”

You feel the blood drain from your face. “NO way! There’s no way he’d be here?”

But you check Noah’s snapchat, and your friend is right. Noah had just posted a snapchat of himself and a few mates smiling, with a caption

Can’t believe I got tickets to see y/n in Los Angeles tonight #beyondexcited

“Oh my god, you’re right. Noah is here.” You’re not sure if that makes you happy, or even more excited. But you don’t have any time to think about that now. You have a show to put on, and not even Noah Centineo can distract you from that.

You hear the opening first few bars of your first song as you anxiously stand on the launch pad that will bring you up to centre stage and you hear thunderous screaming and applause as the audience awaits you. You’re slowly lifted onto the stage and a white hot light blares down over you, and the audience screams. You’ve forgotten Noah is even in the crowd as you make eye contact with a few girls screaming your name and you wave at them.

After a few songs, you always like to take some time to have a chat with your audience and make them feel involved. You can see a few people in the front row, beaming and crying, and waving homemade signs. You read one of them and it says

y/n and Noah would be perfect together and you can’t help but grin.

“Hahaha I’m glad you think so sis,” you say and everyone screams as the cameras zoom in on the poster. You read a few more signs, and you get a wee girl on stage. Beaming, she gives you a big hug and returns back to her Mom and Dad. You finish your set and leave the stage feeling exhilarated and thrilled at how the concert went. It was one of your best yet.

*

A week later, and you numbly sit on the couch, the audience staring at you. They clap and cheer for you and you wave them down, embarrassed. Jimmy Fallon sits opposite you, and he can tell you’re nervous.

“Welcome to the show we’re so glad to have you here!’ he says to you in a warm voice, which helps to ease your nerves.

“Thankyou so much for having me here!” you gush back. “This is absolutely amazing! I really do have the best fans in the world,” and the crowd gives another welcoming cheer.

“So, you’re in the middle of touring,” Jimmy says. “How’s that going?”

“Oh my gosh it’s amazing. Its totally crazy and hectic but I love it. Los Angeles has been amazing.”

“You’ve just moved to LA right? How’s that going?”

“It’s totally crazy, but I love the vibe and atmosphere. It’s such a cool place.”

“I went to your opening night and I have to say, your stage presence is amazing. I love the way in the middle you just like, have a conversation with the audience like everyone’s your friend.”

“yeah well, that’s how I feel. Like I love connecting with my audience and getting to know you guys, it’s really a lot of fun.”

“I hear that’s not the only thing you’ve been connecting with.” Jimmy says with a sly grin. “A wee birdie tells me you and Noah Centineo are getting close.”

You laugh. “Oh my god no! I haven’t even met him properly. He was at the met gala afterparty and I saw him there, but it was like from across the room and he didn’t see me. But hopefully someday!”

“Well, we’ve compiled a wee video of you….” Jimmy says, smiling even bigger and you put your hands over your face.

“Oh no.” you groan and a clip starts up of you talking about how cute you think Noah was from your first ever press interview. Then the video rolls to a snapchat post of you asking Noah to call you maybe. And then the clip rolls to the concert from last week, with the fan sign and you responding to it.

You feel your face grow hot and red, but the audience is loving it.

“Listen okay, he’s gorgeous I can’t deny that. And he seems like such a nice guy and he does so much for charity….”

Everyone is laughing and you already know this clip is going on youtube.

“Well we have a wee surprise for you.” Jimmy says, the grin still on your face. You feel your hands go clammy as you look around, expecting Noah to appear from somewhere.

“Oh my god, no.” you groan again.

And then you see him. Noah appears from behind a curtain and you feel your head spin. God he looks incredible. He’s wearing a grey hoodie and his thick curly hair is poking out from underneath his cap. He pulls you into a tight hug and envelops you in Burberry cologne.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He whispers before letting you go. He sits down next to you on the couch and the audience is screaming. Jimmy is laughing and you sit back down, unable to speak or do anything coherent.

“Noah so good to see you!” Jimmy says.

“Good to be back.” Noah says, sounding like this was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Surprise.” Jimmy says to you.

You laugh weakly and pretend you’re totally cool with Noah Centineo sitting right next to you on the couch.

You don’t remember much of the interview after that and it soon cuts to a break. You turn to Noah and you’re completely speechless.

“I loved your concert.” Noah says and you nod.

“Thanks for coming. Anytime you want to come along, let me know.” You hope you don’t sound to forward, but Noah just smiles at you.

“Yeah? I’d love that. I’ll leave my number with your manager. Anytime you want someone to show you round LA, give me a call. It can be crazy.”

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Hey make sure you tag your Noah fics Noah centineo x plus size or plus size Noah centineo I almost missed it and would hate to miss more if you did any more

All my fics get put in my updated master lists. I don’t really write specific plus size all that often bc i try to write my imagines so that they could apply to any size/gender/sexual orientation so that everyone is included

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Hating Lana part 6?

Coming soooooon x

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I would like a Noah imagine. Noah x plus size reader, blind date and it goes really well end up dating or something please and thank you.

Just posted! X