#AND packing but. that's a tomorrow problem

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, mental health (past attempt mentioned), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Lifeline

Quinn looked around at her bedroom. Most everything was packed. She still hadn’t found anywhere else to go, which scared her. Noah would be home tomorrow and she didn’t think she could fight with him anymore. And she knew that was all that they would do once he was home. Either that or they would pretend the other didn’t exist anymore, and she wasn’t sure which one was worse. The last couple weeks of not speaking to him was slowly killing her. But she couldn’t bring herself to unblock him and reach out. She had really done it this time. No way did he want to speak to her anymore. Not after she called him a cunt and hung up on him. Better to just leave it as it was.

Nicholas, Jolly, and Nick gave her tour updates. At one point Nicholas had reached out because Noah had caused a scene before a show and broke a couple of things. She pretended not to know what could have caused it, but something told her Nicholas had already read between the lines and figured out it had something to do with her.

Her stomach grumbled at her, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in too long. With a heavy sigh and even heavier footsteps she trudged downstairs, into the kitchen, and set to work making a bowl of popcorn. Anything else was too much effort. She was exhausted. Mentally and physically. Maybe this was for the best. She had grown kind of dependent on Noah. Always looking to him to solve all of her problems. It didn’t stop the ache in her chest, though.

Quinn leaned against the counter, lost in thought while her popcorn popped in the microwave. The hum of the microwave and the popping of the kernels almost hypnotized her. It drowned out her racing thoughts. Eased the anxious butterflies flitting around low in her belly.

The front door slammed shut, startling her. Heavy footsteps trudged toward the kitchen. She would know those footsteps anywhere. Noah was home. He was early. Fuck.

Right as he rounded the corner into the kitchen Quinn turned on her heels and bolted for the back door. She would hop the fence if she had to. Anything to avoid the fight that was sure to come.

Unfortunately, Noah’s much longer legs closed the distance between the kitchen and the dining room much faster than she could, his ridiculously long arms wrapping around her and hauling her off her feet. Shit. Fuck. She was in trouble. Goddamn it. She didn’t want to do this.

“Nope. You don’t get to run away this time, Quinn.”

“Put me down, Noah!” Quinn hollered, kicking her feet.

“Quinn Elaine. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Stop fucking kicking me.” Noah laughed as he set her on the counter, boxing her in. “Baby, you’re only going to hurt yourself doing that.”

“Why are you manhandling me?” She crossed her arms, staring him down defiantly.

It was then she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The weight he had lost. How even though he was smiling down at her, his eyes were dead. Tired. Void of any real emotion. Like he had gone completely and utterly numb.

“Seems that’s the only way you’ll actually talk to me these days,” he shrugged.

“I don’t want to fight, Noah. I’m so tired of fighting.” Weary she closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he had in store for her.

“Then stop fighting me at every turn, Quinn.” Noah’s voice was quiet. Rough. His forehead rested against hers and she didn’t dare open her eyes. “Please.”

Quinn broke, her arms winding around his neck so she could cling to him, her lifeline, as all of her fear and panic and heartbreak burst out of her on a broken sob. She didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to leave behind her home. Her friends. Noah.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, her breath coming in short spurts. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

All she could do was repeat those two words. Over and over again as she clung tighter and tighter to him, silently begging him to do anything but stand there. Say anything other than be silent.

Longer fingers gently wiped away tears, seconds before his lips were on hers, desperate and pleading. Saying everything he couldn’t say in that moment. Every ounce of pain over the last two weeks. Every moment of rage. His relief at finding her car still in the driveway. All the words he so desperately wanted to say to her but couldn’t.

Long fingers tangled in her hair, gripping and yanking her head back, exposing her throat to him, his lips trailing down. Heat pooled low in her belly with every brush of his lips over the column of her throat, his teeth sinking into her flesh, just hard enough to leave a mark for everyone to see.

The world around her ceased to exist. There was only her and Noah there, in the kitchen, his hands everywhere all at once. Almost like he was making sure she was actually there. He had to touch every last bit of her that he could. A reassurance that this moment was real.

Noah pulled back briefly, dark eyes locked on hers, his hands making quick work of removing her shirt. Then his own. Quinn lost track of where he was at any given moment. He was everywhere. She was everywhere. They were desperate. Needy. Their bodies pressed so closely together she wasn’t sure they would ever be able to come apart again.

Quinn had fully soaked through her panties, could feel them sticking to her as Noah devoured every bit of her he could. She could feel his hard length trapped inside of his own pants, pressed snugly against her core, his hips rocking against her, both of them desperate for some kind of friction. Long fingers slid between their bodies, sliding into the waistband of the sweats she wore, tugging.

“Fucking Christ,” he grumbled before he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her just enough to force her pants and her panties down over her hips, over the swell of her ass, and to her legs.

Noah separated from her once more, yanking them all of the way off, tossing them somewhere off to the side before he was back on her again. Her own fingers trailed down his abdomen, feeling every twitch of his muscles, every shudder as she dipped lower and lower to jerk his pants down just enough to free him. Carefully she wrapped her hand around him, guiding him to her.

Noah’s large hand covered hers, helping her slide him through her folds, gathering her own wetness on his tip before he lifted his head, watching her face as he drove into her, filling her fully in one swift thrust. Pain and pleasure and overwhelming fullness all crashed through her at once, blending together, their moans filling the silence in between.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” he groaned, jaw flexing as he tried to give her time to adjust.

Jesus Christ, he was beautiful like this. Pupils blown with lust, lips parted as ragged breaths escaped him. Hair already mussed, and all the while looking at her like she was all that mattered. It was addicting.

“Just fuck me, Noah. Please,” she begged. All she needed right now was him.

Noah pulled back before surging forward, a ragged moan breaking free from his lips, mingling with her own. Again and again, each thrust harder. Faster. Driving into her over and over, one hand cradling the back of her head to keep it from hitting the cupboard behind her.

The first wave of her impending orgasm built quickly, her body tensing around him. She knew well enough by now to not close her eyes. He loved watching her as she came, usually that being all he needed before he was joining her. Loved having that intense eye contact with her throughout it all.

“Say you’re mine,” he pleaded, his brow furrowed as he moved faster, harder. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, her limbs pulling him in closer. “I’m yours,” she moaned, keeping her eyes locked on his.

That familiar tight band low in her belly started to pull tight, threatening to snap at any moment. She was irrevocably his. Had been since that night in that shitty little bar all those years ago.

Slowly she slid one hand between them, finding her clit and circling it, pressing firmly, chasing her own high. He was so close, and she knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t actually, until she had.

“Say it again.” A command.

“I’m yours,” she repeated, her breath catching in her throat as he slammed into her. “Fuck. Noah,” she called out, repeating one last time that she was his, and only his before her orgasm slammed into her, her vision going black.

She could feel him moving, his movement becoming sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before he buried himself deep within her, joining her with his own release.

Noah’s forehead dropped to hers once more, their eyes closing while they regained their breath. His long arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his face buried in her hair.

“You good, baby?” He muttered, pressing a kiss to her head.

All she could do was nod weakly, holding him as tight as she could. Her best friend. Her Noah. Her lifeline.

Tags: @bloody-spades @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @mrscevans

[keymintt]

superbloom

[problematicsashawaybright]

Just got my first break at work an hour late after being on register with non stop lines for 3 solid hours, forgot to bring a lunch, $12 in my bank account, 4 hours left in my shift, an all nighter ahead of me when I get off at 10pm for tomorrow's exam, an exam tomorrow, phone about to die, period about to start, and I don't even have any fucking cigarettes

[napping-sapphic]

It’s a beautiful night and i am manifesting that none of you are fucking up your knee right now😌

[marciliedonato]

Soooooo my best friend's dog died a few hours ago... Completely out of nowhere... Poor baby 😔😔💔

[warrior-of-storms]

see the problem with me is that I should be editing chapter 6 of investigation or finishing If It Would Only Get It Through To You but instead I'm 23k deep in the post-Red Robin fic I never intended to write

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[fnvbennygecko]

head in hands i need to rewrite the clover breakdown fic even though im not goddamn done with it. benny wouldnt act like that............... but i also need to do like a whole diagram to figure out what the fuck he would do. i frankly gotta talk it out i wont lie.

[tenrose]

Finished Christmas shopping without buying one more book for me, success

[mochapanda]

way too much happened today and im exhausted but hehe keys

[girlbob-boypants]

I didn't get a lot done in Godot today but that's okay (lie)

[nicky-jr]

jjust spent like 4 hours packing orders (i am exhausted) (but very happy) (thank u all for the crazy support on the charms so far wahhh)

[whisperofthewaves]

god I forgot people can talk about an extremely minor issue for minutes on end when two sentences could've sufficed

[todayisafridaynight]

arakawa's interchangeability between calling sawashiro 'jo' and 'sawashiro' makes me loco cause i cant really discern when he decides to refer to him as one or the other. except i can.

when it comes to 'professional' matters (i.e. explaining the 'arakawa party' to ichi and explaining the coup against aoki) he refers to him as 'sawashiro'

alternatively, when speaking directly to him and personal matters (i.e. asking ichiban for the two of them to get along) he calls him 'jo' (this literally the same scene as the 'arakawa party' bye you might be able to argue this can be a professional matter too tbh ngl--)

so when arakawa calls sawashiro 'jo' while explaining The Murder to ichi on new years day bitch im going to eat dry wall

[tardis--dreams]

I wish i could skip forward to December 23 already

[lesbianlenas]

moved into my apartment away from my insane family 😜✌️