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[lilgarbitch]

For Better Or For Worse - Noah Sebastian

Beside You Pt. 2

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: more angst<3

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s Note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare

Y/N

It’s been about three years since that day, give or take. All I know is that time has passed and I’ve lost track. Things have changed, yet stayed the exact same. The pain has eased with time, but the love has yet to die. I’m still living in the old house, just changing as much of the interior as I could without feeling like I’ve lost too much. Because what else will be left when the hurt is gone? I now have a bed and sheets that have never touched his skin. A couch that didn’t home one or more of the boys in a time of need. The sad yellowing walls are now a light grey, with no sign of smoke stains or holes from bad decisions. Even I’ve changed. My hair is different, I’ve retired piercings, gotten new tattoos, and even changed my style. Things were different. Yet everytime I glanced into a room, I could see the memories replaying in my head like an old movie. Everytime I see the unclosed hole of my lip piercing, I’m reminded of Noah joining me for a last minute, impulsive decision. Everyday, I debate covering the tattoo that we got together when Nick started apprenticing, but then I see a photo of him on stage, singing with his arm raised, and I see that he still has his too. 

He’s changed too. Not to the point of losing recognition, but enough that I can tell he’s getting healthier out there. His voice has grown, his hair is shorter and choppy, and he’s fit into himself better than he ever has before. I don’t mean to look at pictures of him and the boys, but I could never unfollow their accounts. I could never pretend that my love died that day like they have. It’s an internal battle everytime I see him, debating if him leaving me behind was really what he needed to do.

But I know it wasn’t. Because in the days where I really miss him and really want to feel the grief of the past, I listen to their new music. It’s not hard to understand where the lyrics come from. I’ve known Noah for too long to ignore how he portrays his emotion through his music. But what I don’t understand is why. Why sing of regret? Why put yourself through all of this pain and misery when we could have lived a different way? Every time his voice rings through my home, all I can ask is would you have been there when I came home? Could you not have held on to another day, just for us to be together? I could have easily joined you in your journey, nothing else more important to me than you, so why make the decision for me? Especially when all it resulted in was the two of us living in regret? 

His regret being leaving. Of stupidly deciding that I was better off without him, even after years of me trying to prove that nothing could be worse than not having him by my side. Our lives may have never stopped that day, but I know, at least for me, that my will to try and make life worth living was gone the second he drove off. 

That leads to my regret. The regret of holding on for so long. To still be holding on. To the hope that one day, things can be okay again. Because I’m terrified. Terrified I’ll never see him again. Terrified that, one day, I’ll accept never seeing him again. Terrified that I won’t be okay again unless he comes back. Terrified that no matter the outcome, I won’t be happy again. And those are the days that I’ve lived for the past few years. In fear of losing someone I already lost. Because there was a day where I allowed him to pull me out of a dark and lonely place, only to allow him to push me back in, and still forgive him in hopes he’ll pull me out again. 

Noah

The days have become grueling again. I shoved my emotions into lyrics, pouring my rage and guilt into melodies, and it was a simple distraction…until tour started. And every song was another reminder of her. I didn’t even think. I was so focused on using my music as an outlet that I forgot it could bite me in the ass. That I’d be forced to travel back to Virginia, and sing these lyrics under the same sky. One we’d both be staring up at together again. 

I was more than grateful that Sumerian Records was able to get us an opening spot for Attila’s tour, but that meant within a month, I’d be back in Richmond and close to her again. Each night of the tour so far was painful, just counting down the seconds until the next day, because it was another day closer to home. And I don’t mean the home I grew up in, but the person I left behind. 

I had the whole world in my hands, and with one stupid decision, I gave it all away. What did I even think I would save? Life without her has been miserable. I thought I was helping both of us by leaving, but with every free moment I got over the last three years, all I could do was wish it was filled with her presence. I could’ve made it work, I just didn’t want to try. And I knew her long enough to know that she would’ve made it the easiest thing in the world. So this was my burden to take. Because I’m the only one to blame. I kept telling myself that she was so much better off without me. With nothing but the memories of my face. But now I know that, even if she was doing better, I wasn’t. Because I have no use now that she’s gone. 

I have no way of knowing how to deal with this. I knew better than anyone else that the decisions I made ruined things, but I couldn’t handle being back there and not trying. I knew the chances of me absolutely fucking everything up again by simply showing my face, but the risk was worth it. I couldn’t have a chance like this and not take it. I would never be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least see if there was a possibility to have her again. This could either destroy both of us completely, or finally be a second chance at being happy again. I had to take it. I had to do this, because I was running out of faith. 

PART THREE

[sorrowsofsilence]

I Was Always Yours

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 4.1k

Part Two

Warnings: smut 18+, fluff, swearing, unprotected s*x (pls wrap it b4 u tap it), female recieving, PnV penetration.

Summary: You grew up with Nick Ruffilo and Noah, but its been years since you’ve seen your best friends due to them being away touring. When Ruffilo came back to your hometown, opening his home tattoo studio, you get the opportunity to reconnect with him, and Noah. Deep down you’ve always had something for Noah, and it turns out he’s always felt something for you too. Perhaps seeing eachother years later, after you’ve both changed, sparked something.

Author note: This is short haired Noah era! <3 I just couldn’t resist using the beautiful photo of Noah above :3 Also, I haven’t written on tumblr in years, but I thought I’d come back with this fluff/smut! Enjoy if this finds you! <3

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

I finally gathered the courage to turn off my car, letting the crisp autumn air bite at my cheeks as I stepped outside. Taking in a shaky breath I allowed my legs to carry me towards the door, my hands clammy and fingers fidgety.

The boys were always simple- and even their nice townhouse was in an everyday neighbourhood, with nothing elaborate on the outside. Just as it had always been, as if time never flew by.

I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I’ve known Nick and Noah for years. We were neighbours growing up, went to high school together, and even shared memories from our adulthood. These boys knew me and I knew them, but I knew that things were different now. 

The boys had just finished tour, and have grown exponentially in their music careers. They walked around with security now, and had fans dedicated to finding out everything about their lives- they’ve become a spectacle; no longer just Nick, or just Noah. 

The nerves also came because I didn’t even know if I’d be seeing Noah. Admittedly, he was my first crush; and really, I don’t think it ever left. When I first met him in seventh grade he sported a shaggy haircut and a dorky grin, and he’s held my heart with iron bars ever since. Over the years I had just accepted that my feelings would never be reciprocated, and we both dated other people on and off. 

It’s been almost three years since I last got to see him due to the pandemic, and we only ever texted each other on big life events, like birthdays, or during the release of their album. I knew the boys were back when Nick sent out a message that he was looking to tattoo again. I sported a few of Nick’s pieces, but I was looking to get a cover-up of a bad decision I made during a past relationship. I texted Nick asking if he was available, and here I am; right outside Nick’s house. 

I sighed deeply, trying to persuade the anxiety out of my lungs, before knocking, following the pattern I had always used when I was younger. Within seconds I was greeted by a pair of grey-green eyes and a wide smile, my nervousness beginning to cease.

“Y/N!” I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug, and I let out a sigh of relief I didn’t know I was holding in. My grin matched his own as I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing back, laughing.

“It’s nice to see you Ruffilo.” 

We pulled away from each other and shared another smile. I took off my leather Doc Martens, straightening my fuzzy red polka-dot socks before giving him another hug, smiling into his neck.

“It’s been way too long,” Nick said, giving me an empathetic glance as we separated. “Life has just been crazy.”

“Yeah, I almost wonder if I should be bowing to you right now considering how famous you’ve gotten,” I couldn’t help but laugh, and Nick rolled his eyes, leading me down the hall. The place was neat; white paint, and light flooring. Various Bad Omen’s posters and records hung neatly on the wall, along with other abstract art pieces. It was delicate and simple, just as they way they always kept it. It’s nice to see that they haven’t changed in that regard. 

“Trust me, no bowing is required.” Nick turned back to face me, his smile radiating, before motioning at a door ahead, and I walked into a small office filled with tattoo supplies. It was Nick’s mini-home tattoo studio. 

“Wow, this is awesome Nick. You’ve always wanted your own little studio.” I said, looking at his work plastered on the wall, soaking it in with awe.

He sighed happily, “Yeah, when we were looking for a house that was one of my requirements. I needed my own space; just because we make music doesn’t mean I’ll give up tattooing.”

I nodded, taking a seat on the chair. “Thank you for seeing me by the way, I appreciate you squeezing me in.”  

“Hey, for you, I’d do anything.” He smiled warmly, sitting across from me. 

Nick and I chatted for almost an hour before even starting the tattoo. We caught up and talked about tours, and I loved getting to listen to his stories about performing and getting to travel the world. It seemed like the dream, especially considering that before the pandemic, they joked about only pleasing ten fans.

However, the entire time I felt distracted. The only thing my mind kept wandering to was if Noah was home, or if he was going to show up. I felt ashamed being so disconnected from the conversation with Nick; because he was someone I cared about deeply. Yet, my thoughts took me elsewhere. 

“You alright?” Nick asked gently, as he started preparing his supplies, glancing at me teasingly.

“Oh yeah! I’m good!” I smiled reassuringly and Nick echoed me, chuckling to himself.

“What?” I asked him, the cheesy grin plastered on his face making me nervous.

“Noah will be home soon, he’s just out with Davis.” 

I stared at him, my cheeks beginning to flush, “Okay, cool?” I shrugged nonchalantly, but my stomach immediately began doing spirals, nerves bubbling throughout my veins.

Nick wiped my thigh, preparing the location for the stencil quietly before asking, “You never told him how you felt?” 

I watched him cautiously, eyes flickering between his hands and his eyes, “I- I don’t feel anything,” I shook my head, ears getting even hotter. “That was so long ago.”

Nick looked up through his lashes, looking very unconvinced, “Sure, and I don’t play in a band.”

Rolling my eyes, I gave him an annoyed smile, “It would be nice to see him. It’s been a long time- and he doesn’t post anything online anymore, or text.”

Nick nodded as he wiped and re-drew the outline on my leg, “Noah’s been pretty recluse. He’s gotten a lot of anxiety from the fame; mostly just sticks to himself when we finish shows. Plus, he doesn’t enjoy dealing with some of the fans.” 

I frowned, feeling myself get sad. Noah has always been pretty introverted, but it looked like he was getting out of his shell on stage. He was playing into the pretty boy facade he had going, and he knew he was hot. I’ve seen plenty of videos from the tour. 

“Well, I hope he is doing alright,” I said softly, looking around the room again for any form of distraction.

As if on cue I heard the front door open, and a yell cascaded down the hall, “You better not have a girl in your room,” he had teased.

Immediately I felt the hair on my neck stand in anticipation, realizing that the voice belonged to Noah. My fingers began to tingle as all the blood rushed towards my face, my chest losing any ounce of breath I was just able to exhale.

His voice bounded across the walls again, “but, these are some pretty sick boots.”

“Got someone even better,” Nick yelled back, laughing, “In the tattoo room.”

A head of brunette hair popped in the doorway, his eyes immediately widening as if his whole world suddenly began to spin within milliseconds. A small flush of colour ran down his ears onto the tops of his cheekbones, before a wide, childlike smile appeared on his face. He stepped into the room, immediately crossing his arms, and leaning on the side of the table as if he thought he was doing something charming.

“No fucking way, look what the cat dragged in,” his Virginian accent dancing off his tongue. 

I looked back at him, my heart racing even faster. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, but he did take my breath away. Noah looked older, but healthy, becoming a lot more muscular and defined, despite his height and lank still being there. His hair was short, a layer of bangs hanging across his forehead in a messy sweep. It was the first time I’d seen him in person without his long hair, all 13 inches gone; but it suited him. I soaked in his appearance, noticing a few new tattoos layered around his fingers as well, my heart yearning. 

“Is that really my Y/N/N?” he stared at me, the grin not leaving his face, especially after using my childhood nickname. Noah walked towards me shyly with open arms, squinting his eyes in contentment as he invited me in for a hug.

“the one and only.” I breathed a nervous laugh, standing up. Shaky limbs carried me over to him and he wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me within his body. 

I composed myself, inhaling slowly, before hugging back, squeezing his torso. I felt so small compared to him, yet I still fit right between his arms, as if I was meant to always be there, a spot reserved just for me. We rocked back and forth in a tight embrace, his chest vibrating as he let out a happy chuckle. 

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I could hear the happiness radiating off of him.

I sighed with relief at his reaction; he must’ve missed me too. He held onto me for a moment more, and I breathed in his scent, recognizing his favourite Dior cologne. Smiling into his chest, It felt comfortable- it felt familiar. Years of memories flooded back, my heart recalling, reminding myself that he was who I had been missing in my life all along. 

“Wow, you’ve changed Y/N,” Noah said as he pulled away, stepping back slightly, taking me in with a look of awe. He absorbed all of me, drinking in my image, before grabbing the sides of my face, and staring into me with an immense amount of appreciation. 

I looked up at him in admiration, studying his deep October eyes as they sang unspoken words, retelling a story that only our bodies knew. 

“Your hair,” I said as my hand unconsciously found its way to his locks.

My fingers flowed down his no longer existing threads, reminiscing of his past image. That chapter of his life was gone. He’s been reborn into a much more confident man, a newer version of the Noah that once was. I almost longed for his old appearance, because I didn’t know this Noah- but by the way his eyes gleamed, he was still mine. 

Noah chuckled, “Yeah, I was tired of getting it in my mouth when singing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into his hand, before pulling away to look at Nick.

Nick gave us a sly smile, shaking his head gently. 

“I didn’t expect to see you,” Noah sighed, still smiling. I swear it hasn’t left his face since he saw me. He looked over at Nick, “And you didn’t even tell me?”

“I thought it would be a fun surprise,” Nick looked at Noah playfully, before patting the tattoo chair. I took a seat again, positioning my thigh within Nick's reach. 

“You’re getting some ink?” Noah asked, folding his arms in approval as he leaned over me, looking at the stencil outlined on my skin. 

“Yeah, Nick said he wanted to tattoo again, and I needed an excuse to visit,” I said cheekily. 

Noah nodded repeatedly, still analyzing my thigh. “You never needed an excuse. You should’ve texted us. Texted me.”

I shrugged, “I didn’t want to get in the way. You guys are busy- especially now. the last thing you need is unnecessary messages or phone calls.” 

“I haven’t seen you in like three years Y/N,” Noah said, sighing a sad smile. He sat down on a stool, folding his ankle over his knee. 

Nick began to outline the tattoo, and I winced briefly,  “I know.” 

“You never came to see us on this tour.” Noah looked at the floor, analyzing the outline of his white vans. I glanced at him quickly, before concentrating on Nick’s hands. “You know we’d have gotten you in right?”

I gave him a mournful look, “I’d pay just like everyone else, Noah. I don’t expect anything…but I honestly just got super busy.”

“I was really hoping you’d be there.” 

I felt my heart clench and my chest tighten at his words. “I’m sorry.” I peered over at him, barely being able to maintain eye contact as I chewed the inside of my cheek.

“I’m sorry I didn’t invite you either; it does go both ways,” Noah said, and we shared a wry smile. 

“You should come see us this weekend,” Nick said while concentrating. I furrowed my eyebrows as he scratched along my skin, the area beginning to redden. Despite having multiple tattoos, I never enjoyed the experience of getting them. 

“What time? And where?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek, and closing my eyes at the burning sensation. 

Noah scrolled on his phone before I felt my own buzz. Looking at it, I saw a message from Noah. It was a ticket with VIP access. 

“I don’t need VIP,” I looked at him in appreciation. 

Noah smiled down at his phone, “Well last time I checked, VIP stands for ‘very important persons’, and arguably our childhood bestie is in that category.” 

“Well, thank you.” I smiled gratefully, butterflies still knocking on every organ in my body.

“So,” Noah began, shifting positions so he was leaning his elbows on his knees, peering over to stare at my leg, “You and Sean broke it off?”

I followed his gaze, staring at the faded puzzle piece beneath the purple markings of Nick's outline. 

Sean was my first serious boyfriend. We were friends in high school, and admittedly always had some sort of connection. We started dating, and were together for four years; before I found somebody else sleeping with him in our bedroom. 

I looked longingly at the puzzle piece, my eyes snapping away once Nick began lining on top of it, covering away the layers of regret, “He cheated on me.” 

Turning to face Noah, his face immediately shifted from sympathetic to anger, “What a complete fucking tool.” He spat, folding his arms in the chair. Noah’s reaction surprised me, but I nodded in agreement. 

“Yep.” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders, “Note to self, don’t get a matching tattoo. You probably won't be with that person forever.” I said, pessimistically. 

Noah was quiet for a moment, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip as he contemplated his question, “Did you catch him?”  

I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance, “In our bedroom too.” 

Noah scoffed, audibly groaning while he tilted his head back in hostility, “Pathetic piece of shit. I never liked him being with you.” 

My heart raced as Noah glared at the puzzle piece that began to disappear on my thigh, “At least now you’ll get to have a better piece of art on your body.”

“Exactly,” I smiled proudly, watching Nick’s hands run along the skin, “and it’s the one and only Nicholas Ruffilo’s handy work too.” 

Nick glanced up smiling. It was quiet for a moment, and I chewed on my lip, anxious to ask.

“What about you? Any ladies?” I said to Noah playfully, winking. Deep down though, I was hoping the answer was no one.

Noah gave me a small smile, “No one at the moment, last relationship ended poorly.” 

“That makes two of us.” I chuckled sorrowfully 

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Noah pushed me against the bedroom door, lips attached to my own hastily. His kiss was desperate and hungry as he cupped my face in his hands, and I felt weak in the knees as our hips were pushed together, the heat radiating off of him. 

“You have no idea how long I have waited to do this.” He breathed between kisses.

My hands found their way to Noah’s hair, rubbing my fingers along his scalp affectionately. I smiled through his lips, eagerly holding myself against him. 

“It was so worth the wait.” He whispered, pulling away and putting his forehead against my own. He stared into me, right through me with so much intent. I had always wanted to kiss him, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized where he was, succumbing to me. 

I closed my eyes, smiling, “you have no idea how badly I wanted that too.”

He smiled widely, glancing down at my lips again, this time pulling me into his arms while kissing me with force and passion.

“Tell me how badly,” he whispered, running his fingers delicately across my waist and I melted into his touch.

“Honestly? Probably ever since we met.” I admitted, my face turning red with embarrassment at the confession, “and it’s never gone away.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Noah pulled away from the kiss, running his hand up my arm to cup the side of my face again, thumb tracing a gentle circle along my cheekbone. He looked desperate for an answer as if this was all he’s ever wanted to hear. I felt Noah’s heartbeat racing rapidly through his chest, which heaved heavily against my own. 

“I never thought you felt that way, and I didn’t want to push anything because I didn’t want to lose you,” I confessed, looking away nervously. 

Noah hummed quietly, pulling my chin towards him in another delicate kiss. His lips were warm and gentle. “You’ll never lose me. No matter how long it’s been.”

Noah began running his hands up and down my sides before sliding them between my skin and the hem of my jeans. Immediately I felt flush, and I let my own hands ride up his black t-shirt. His skin was soft and warm, and my fingertips began to tingle with nerves.

Noah hooked his fingers in the loop of my jeans, tugging me towards him and trailing us toward his desk. My thighs hit the back of it, and Noah lifted me gently, placing me on top, and positioning himself between my legs. His warm hands caressed my lower back, creating goosebumps as his nails trailed up and down the skin lightly. I shivered from the sensation.

Noah’s tongue swiped my bottom lip, and I allowed him to kiss me deeper, our tongues melding together. I began tugging at his shirt, and Noah let out a low chuckle.

“You sure you want to do this?” Noah pulled away from my lips to stare into my eyes, looking at me sternly, and analyzing every movement I made.

“yes,” I whined, almost embarrassingly needy, “Do you?”

Noah hung his head, shaking it slowly, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone so badly in my entire life,” He looked up with hooded eyes.

“Then take me however you want.” I sighed, pulling at his shirt again, and Noah looked at me darkly with lust, his October eyes fading into an onyx abyss.

Noah pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his tattooed chest; I stared at the ink longingly, remembering when he first got his desolate tattoo. I traced my fingers over the letters delicately, smiling to myself. This moment between us felt like I was reminiscing over all my lost time with Noah.

“Do you still feel this way?” I asked softly, as Noah pulled off my own shirt, leaving me exposed in my pink laced bra. Noah placed his hand on top of mine as I traced the last letter.

He shook his head, “No, but it will always be a reminder of when I felt empty.”

“I'm glad you don’t feel that way anymore,” I whispered, and Noah’s hands explored my body once again, before pulling on the hem of my jeans.

Bringing me into a kiss again, he fiddled with the zipper before tugging my pants down my legs, leaving me exposed in my underwear.

“I’ve probably envisioned you naked weekly.” Noah admitted as he kissed down my neck, hands roaming over every inch of skin in desperation, “I need to taste you, princess.”

I blushed at his words, and Noah’s kisses trailed further from my neck, teeth grazing across my collarbone to between my breasts. His breath quickened as he kissed lower and lower, licking down my stomach until he stopped right at the edge of my underwear.

“This okay?” He breathed heavily, his own face flushing. I nodded, and Noah pulled at the lace, revealing me.

“Fuck,” He groaned, looking up through his eyelashes briefly before placing his mouth against me, letting his slim fingers trace patterns across the sensitive skin.

Noah’s tongue circled me before he inserted two fingers, and I let out a moan. He pumped slowly, moaning quietly against me, “Oh, you wouldn’t want Nick to hear.”

I squeezed my thighs together around his head in pleasure, and Noah’s free hand gripped my thigh, pulling me even closer.

I began to pant faster, trying to be quiet, “Oh my god Noah,” I let my head fall back, resting against the wall as Noah ate me out feverishly, like this was his last meal. His fingers curled upwards, the repetitive motion sending my abdomen into a knot of fulfillment, my legs shaking against his body.

“Fuck, I need to stop or I'm going to come in my pants- and I don’t want to yet.” Noah’s eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. Taking his fingers that were inside me into his mouth, he licked them clean before pulling himself up. I watched in disbelief- that was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen him do; even compared to Noah’s stage performances of The Death of Peace of Mind. He grabbed my ass, hoisting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Noah was extremely hard, his clothed member digging into me as he carried me towards his bed; he kissed me again and I tasted myself off of his tongue.

Noah laid me on the bed, kissing along my neck again as my hands roamed his hair before he unclasped my bra and pulled my panties down, exposing me fully to him.

“You are gorgeous, shit,” Noah mumbled, absorbing me with his eyes as he pulled his shorts down hastily, and I couldn’t help but let my own eyes wander across Noah’s fully exposed body, swallowing hard.

A new warmth washed over me as I got even wetter between my legs, the familiar feeling of excitement preparing my body for Noah’s; but this was different. This time it was Noah, here in front of me. Noah ran his fingers along my folds, moaning and internally begging to replace his hands with his own heat longing to be touched.

Noah spit into his hand and I watched attentively, following his every move as my body shivered. Noah rubbed along himself, before positioning his body above mine.

We shared eye-contact again and I nodded in approval before Noah pushed inside, his body immediately shuddering as I moved my hips against his, and he sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes closed briefly.

“God fucking dammit, you feel so good, princess.”

My legs parted as Noah’s body sunk into mine, his thrusts getting deeper and heavier. I let out another moan, “Oh- my-god-Noah.”

Words were coiled at my throat as Noah pounded into me, hands on either side of my head, his necklace dangling in my face.

“Look at me.” Noah’s voice was rough, and I stared into his eyes. He watched me with every thrust, and I mumbled a string of messy swears, my body clenching around his.

Noah’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me up so I was positioned on top of him, but so that there was enough leverage for him to continue to thrust into me from below. This new position allowed him to penetrate me deeper and groaned with every entrance of his body into mine.

Noah grabbed the back of my neck and the middle of my back, holding me still as he fully gave himself into me before pulling me into another kiss. His mouth attached to mine hastily, bucking his hips aimlessly. Noah’s moans were almost louder than mine as he shamelessly allowed himself a pleasure.

“Mark me, Noah, show me I was always yours.” I whimpered, and Noah immediately attached to my neck, biting and sucking against the delicate skin that was pinned along my neck.

I heaved into his ear, resting my forehead on his shoulder as he held my hips, allowing myself to completely undo myself, moaning as my body reached my climax.

“Fuck me, Noah,” I panted, gripping his arms as I clenched around him, letting him thrust into me as I rode out my high.

Noah pulled my neck back to look at him again, sweat dripping across his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed in rapture, “please let me cum inside you Y/N.”

I nodded, kissing him eagerly, our saliva melding together as Noah moaned into the kiss. His body quivered as he released himself, exhaling in short breaths of satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” Noah mumbled into my neck, and I held onto him, a smile plastering itself onto my face. We sat there for a moment, panting against each other as our chests heaved, sweat attaching us together. I ran my fingers along Noah’s hair again, absorbing his handsome features, and taking him in.

He looked up at me, his eyes back to their October glow, but now replaced with a gleam of devotion. He tucked the loose strands of my H/C hair behind my ear.

I placed my lips lightly on his, “I missed you so fucking much Noah.”

“I missed you so much princess,” Noah’s hand grabbed the back of my head gently, caressing me into his chest and holding on protectively. He pulled a blanket over us as we lay together out of breath, both relishing the high of our orgasms and the story we just created together.

“I guess I thought you got too busy to be my friend,” I whispered vulnerably as we lay underneath his covers, the story we created longing against my skin.

Noah’s head rested on top of my own, and I felt his body stiffen slightly, “life has been crazy, everything is so different now. We are no longer just screaming in my garage.” He rubbed my arm, nails trailing across my skin once again.

I nodded against him in understanding, “I know. I hope you know I watched every single concert online that I could. I followed so many fan pages just to keep updated on how you were doing.”

Noah pulled me away from him softly, he looked at me with awe, “Did you really?” 

“Of course.” I looked up, smiling at him in adoration. 

“I was always hoping you’d show up again at my doorstep sometime. You have no idea how happy I am right now.” He laughed, pulling me into him again. I smiled against his chest, absorbing this moment, worried it might be my last.

“I love you, Noah Sebastian Davis.”

“I love you most Y/N Y/L/N.”

Part Two if you want more smut ;)

[dsireland86]

my birthday was this past week.. can I ask for a birthday smut with either all of bad omens or just Noah, I’m happy either way 🥹

Am happy with Dom!Noah as well as Dom!BadOmens 🖤🤍🖤 thank you gorgeous x

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY, FRIEND!!!! I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

With this I'm going with Noah. It took me bit to write it because I wasn't sure what direction it going in. It's a little longer than intended too, but I could bare parting with anything that's in it, because to me, it's all essential. Hope it brings a smile to your face still, even though it's as late as it is.

Author's Note: This is a tad different from the snippet I posted the other day. I revised some some of it, changing a few things around.

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He looked around at the people surrounding him outside the huge L.A manor and sighed, groaning and rolling his eyes. All of the fakeness and pretending he saw and heard made him sick to his stomach, reminding him why he hated these shitty parties in the first place. 

Deciding to take a walk around the grounds, past the Lamborghinis and Hummers, Noah hated how all the noise invaded his peace and tranquility. This type of lifestyle was venomous, deadly, and evil and he learned early on how fucked up this type of society was, even with all its money and power. He wanted no part of it. He had chosen something more, something money and power could never buy him. He chose love; her love. It was the kind that saw him through every anxious moment, every sleepless night, every hidden insecurity. She was his anchor, his lifeline, giving his life purpose and meaning. Noah looked at his watch and smiled. 

She walked into the house, overwhelmed by all the noise and sights around her. The exquisite architecture, the size, and the decor of the place was extraordinary, but completely over the top for her. But even with all its beauty she knew it was fake. Nobody’s life was this perfect. 

This wasn’t the evening celebration she had in mind to end her birthday, especially after a day spent laying around in Noah’s hoodie, wrapped up in his arms, and eating her favorite ice cream while rewatching her favorite anime. It was the perfect day, until Noah reminded her about the party. He knew she didn’t want to go due to being a socially awkward introvert herself who was quite content living in his hoodies, yet here she was, walking through the door of a manor that she didn’t know existed until today. 

The long dusty blue backless dress that was held up around her neck by a satin tie looked better on her than Noah imagined. Given the fact that it was picked out in a hurry, it fit her small slender frame perfectly; as if it was made for it. Noah picked it out himself. She wanted to love it, but it revealed more of her body than she cared to show, making her nervous from knowing that if the tie came undone, she would be forced to show the entire place the top half of her naked body. When the dress was delivered she was surprised at Noah’s choice. He was never one to show her off, always wanting her for only himself and even going as far as addressing guys at shows from time to time because of how they were looking at her. So, why of all dresses, would he choose this one?

Every set of eyes were on her as she made her way through the crowd of people in search of him. Whether it was the flow of the dress, the skin of her back on full display, or the anxiousness in her eyes, she could feel the heat of their gaze bearing down on her. Taking a glass of wine from off a passing tray, she drank its entirety, repeating the process not only a second time, but a third time as well as a deep sinking feeling sat at the bottom of her stomach at the thought of never finding him in the sea of fake beautiful people.

Frustrated, she was about to turn and leave, when she spotted a tall figure across the room, leaning against the banister of the elaborate staircase. His eyes were fixed on her, the darkness of passion, arousal, and lust all rolled into the tiny orbs staring back at her. She had found him. Her king. Her Noah.

Fuck… that color on her. It made Noah forget everything around him and all the thoughts about all the fake shit happening around him. With her in his sights now, focusing on everything around him would be impossible and that’s exactly what he was hoping for when he picked out that dress. She was the perfect distraction and everything that Noah needed. She was his solace on dark days, his joy when life felt like it was spinning out of control and every time he thought about her he got so fucking hard,  to the point that it was painful and all he wanted was for her to make it feel better. 

Noah squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose while taking a deep breath and clenching a fist, hoping the feeling of what was building up inside him would pass. Now was not the time and here was certainly not the place, but no matter how much he tried to fight it, the need to make a mess out of her, to squeeze her and spank her ass and use her for his own messed up pleasure. He needed to hear her beg him for more, to watch her take her own pleasure from him and give into him, falling apart with him inside her. He wanted to choke her, just enough to pull the arousing moans out of her that only he could get her to make. He wanted it all and he was going to take it. Adjusting himself, Noah slowly walked toward her as a man with confidence and determination to get what he wanted.

The heat in his eyes followed her everywhere. There was no escaping the sexual hunger she saw in them, the way his soft chocolate, almond shaped eyes darkened the closer she got, driving her insane. But there was something else there, lurking in the corners of them. Something that spoke louder to her yet was silent to those around them. Insecurity. Anxiety. Suffocating. Noah was being swallowed up by them and looking for a way out. Her. He'd been waiting, searching for her this whole time.  

Her eyes narrowed and her brow creased, noticing the way Noah clenched and unclenched his fist and taking a deep breath with his eyes shut tight. It was only when he opened them that she noticed the ache expanding inside her, demanding to be satisfied and fulfilled. The desperate pressure sinking low between her thighs made her wet and she could feel her arousal coat the outer part of her sex. Her mind was telling her to behave and encourage Noah to do the same thing. They were in a public place. But that never stopped him before. 

As he came toward her, her mind flashed to all the other times Noah had quietly taken her away so they could be alone. The bathroom stall, the green room, the car, the closet, all of those places had given them the opportunity to get their fix of each other, enough to last until they got home. 

“You look stunning,” Noah smiled down at her, his voice soft and warm. She lowered her head, feeling her cheeks flush. He stroked her hair then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You're trying to hide it but you can't, princess. You're fucking beautiful and it's frustrating the shit out of me.” 

She gazed at Noah, speechless as she gazed at him. The look in her eyes was a familiar one, but Noah still wanted to know as he took a step forward, closing the gap between them. “What's happening in that mind of yours? What are you thinking about?” She chuckled, finally feeling the effect of the three glasses of wine that was starting to relax her and make her feel giddy. “More than likely the same thing you are.” 

Noah huffed, grinning. “What? Your body? All this smooth, soft skin,” he teased, dragging a finger down the side of her arm. “Or your soft pink nipples begging for my mouth and those thick thighs wrapped tight around my hips as I fuck you hard and rough; just the way you like it when we play our little game?” Noah heard her shattered breathing, the small gasps and tiny whimpers. 

“Your body is all I've been thinking about.” “Well, then it's a good thing it's yours then,” she replied confidently, running her hands down the front of his black dress shirt and over the red silk tie. Noah's lips curled at the corners. “I heard it was someone's birthday today. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?” whispering in her ear. Raising an eyebrow, he kept steady eye contact with her. 

She held a tight-lipped smile, looking away, only to be drawn back in by the scent of his cologne. “You mentioned our game,” she stated, avoiding Noah’s question. Noah nodded, shoving his hand into his left dress pants pocket and retrieving a part of their dirty little secret. The black tie. “Fuck,” was the only word she could utter as her eyes widened. That’s when Noah knew he had her exactly how he wanted her. The tie was always the trigger for her. 

The room was breathtaking. It had high vaulted ceilings painted white, soft, luxurious gray carpet, and a frameless king-size bed among other small oddities that filled it perfectly. She gasped as soon as Noah turned on the lights that were the two lamps on either side of the bed. 

“I'm guessing you'll be wanting a house with a room like this once we're married,” Noah asked with a chuckle as he locked the door behind him. She gave him a look and slapped his chest playfully. “Relax, I’m only kidding about the house. I know this isn't your thing. It's not mine either,” he said looking around the room. “Kidding only about the house and not the married part?” “Does it shock you that I want to get married?” She shrugged, feeling the smooth silk of the throw that covered the bed. “I don't know. We've never really talked about it, have we?” glancing over her shoulder at Noah. The dark, alluring look had returned to his face as he tilted his head back some and parted his lips. Unable to wait anymore, he grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him, his long arms drawing her to her tiptoes and crashing into his chest. She gasped, her lips slightly parting, feeling the wetness pool inside her panties from the familiar aggressiveness she was yearning to feel from him. 

Noah's mouth met hers with a ravenous hunger that it took her breath away, leaving her no choice but to allow herself to get swept up in ot. She threw her arms around his neck, and when his tongue entered her mouth rolling over hers, she met it, until their kiss became a battle she knew she would lose. Noah groaned, releasing her arm and cupping her face between his massive hands, chasing her tongue hungrily. The air around them felt heavy and charged as she reached up and began pulling at his tie, determined to get him naked as fast as she could. 

They panted in between hot, wet, sucking kisses and as her eyes met his, sultry and seductive, they drew Noah into a trance like state, flipping the intent of their situation from a normal heated moment to their famous game of sex and submission. Noah pulled the black tie from his pocket, mentally praising himself for remembering to bring it. The darkened look she'd become familiar with all these years made his black orbs swell. His arousal twitched against her lower belly, forcing her sex to tighten and release the excitement her body felt, causing her panties to dampen. 

“W-wait… STOP!” Noah yelled, grabbing her wrists, and suddenly she was still. Their chests heaved up and down, their bodies aroused by one another’s to the point they would do anything just to please the other. But there was supposed to be more to this story they were in the middle of making and Noah wasn’t about to let it slip through the cracks. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. Standing up straight, making him more taller than her then he already was, he brought her hands to his tie.

“Take it off,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with dryness. She hesitated. “That’s a command, princess. Are you going to comply or disobey?” Clearing her throat, she nodded then began to loosen the knot. Noah hummed in approval, tilting his head back as she worked. “Very good. Now,” he said, slowly pulling the black tie out of his pocket, “take off my shirt.” With shaking hands, she undid the buttons of his dress shirt, holding her breath when she reached the bottom before removing the shirt. 

“Can I touch you,” she asked, peering up at him through her lashes. “Yes. You can touch me.”

It was faster than a heartbeat. She threw herself into him, attacking his lips dangerously like the drug he was. Slowly, she dragged her lips down his neck and gilded her tongue over the lines and markings of his tattoos, kissing and sucking the taste of him from off his skin. As she moved farther south. her tongue found his nipple and she played with it, swirling and swiping her tongue over it, nipping and tugging until she had Noah moaning in ways that only she could. She moved towards the center of his chest, brushing her lips over the skeleton groom and his bride, over the leaves and the flowers that danced around them all the while her fingers and hands trailed over his skin, knowing every muscle and curve of it. 

Noah threw his head back and groaned, his cock mostly hard, pulsing hard against his zipper. He knew what his body wanted and she knew it, too. That’s why she was already heading in that direction.  

“Stop,” he ordered and she did, straightening herself. “What? Did I,” but Noah's fingers found her lips first. “No. You didn't do anything wrong,” he grinned. “Then what's wrong? Why did you tell me to stop?” The concern in her voice was obvious. She’d always been a people pleaser which is what made this game of cat and mouse so fun. 

“We have a problem here, princess,” he stated simply, running a finger down her naked spine. “And what's the problem, Mr. Davis?” He swallowed hard, trying to control his strangled breathing. “The dress,” he croaked. Her eyes widened. “The dress,” she stated, confused. “Yes, the dress. It needs to be burned,” he replied, breath hot on the skin of her ear lobe as he started sucking on it. “But you picked this dress out, Sebastian.” Noah growled softly, tugging her body closer to his from the way she used his middle name. “I know I did, fuck,” he whispered against her cheek. “But every fucking guy downstairs was looking at you though. If you go back down there, then I'm going to jail.”  “If it's bothering you so badly, then why don't you take it off me?” 

Noah grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His heavy-lidded eyes drifted over the curves of her face, stopping at her lips. “You know, this smart ass mouth is only good for one thing. You know what that is, Princess?” “No.” “No, what?” She huffed. “No, sir.” Noah smirked. “It’s good for fucking my cock.” Her knees went weak, almost giving out. “Oh, god,” she whispered beneath her breath. “No god, baby. Just me.” 

Without another word, Noah reached for the satin tie around her neck, untied it, and allowed the front of the dress to fall to her hips, revealing her upper torso to his starving eyes. Her breasts were fully exposed. Their dark centers contrasted against her pale skin and their hardened, pebble-like, nipples waited eagerly for his mouth, but instead, he used his hands and smothered them with his massive palms and long fingers, pinching and pulling them just enough to pull the noises out of her he wanted. Snaking his hand behind her head, he grabbed a handful of hair.

“Look at me,” he ordered, yanking her head back. The look of lust in her eyes made the animal in him come alive. “Keep your eyes on me.” Noah unzipped the dress, pushing it down past her hips until it layed in a puddle on the floor, around her feet. He raked his eyes up and down her body, surprised by the sheer red panties she wore. “God damn, those are hot,” he praised her, knowing that she had a praise kink. “I can already see how soaked your pretty little pussy is for me,” he grinned, shifting his eyes from between her legs and back up to her face. 

 Softly, he kissed her forehead, stoking the fire inside her that was burning for him. “You make me insane, you know that?” Noah brushed the loose strands of hair way from her collarbone, placing his lips there and sucking hard. His hands travelled to her bare ass, pushing her pussy harder against his growing bulge. A needy whimper fell from her lips. “I really did think about murdering every motherfucker down there who looked at you the way they did.” Noah confessed, thrusting slowly against her. She grinded on him, meeting each movement he made, speeding up the inevitable. “Don’t be jealous, Noah. You know I belong to you. My heart is yours,” sliding her hands around his neck and pressing her bare breast against his chest. She kissed beneath his neck, ghosting his skin with her lips. Noah sighed, letting his head fall back for a moment before grabbing her wrists and pushing her back. 

“Then on your knees for me, princess, and show your king just how much you love to pleasure him,” he ordered. “Yes?” The heated look he gave her was enough to ignite the explosion inside her. “Yes,” she answered, about to get on her knees, but Noah stopped her. Taking the black tie, he wrapped it tightly around her eyes, blackening everything around her. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.”

With a subtle grunt, he nodded and she dropped to her knees. Her fingers undid his belt, yanking it harder than she meant to and the low moan he made told her he didn’t mind. His black dress pants fell to the floor, revealing the tented pair of black boxers beneath them. Shifting into the right position, she began her work, bringing her mouth to the tip of his cock still covered by the dark fabric. She didn’t touch him, only played with it as if it were her favorite toy. The slight sighs and groans that fell from above were beautiful, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. Tugging on the boxers, she pulled them down, freeing his cock that was seeping with precum. Noah brought it to her lips, spreading his juices over them until she was licking it from off her mouth and then his head. 

Oh! Fuck!” Noah moaned loudly. “Fucking, god-”choking on a slight cry the moment she took him entirely into her mouth and all the way down to the base like a pro. He thrusted into her, slighting fucking himself between her lips before the faint choking sounds and the gagging echoed throughout the room. Each time he thrusted hard, he hit the back of her throat, his muscles tightening the closer he got. He ran his hands through his hair, seething when her fingernails dug into his skin to hold him still. Thrust after thrust, Noah ripped intoxicating mewls from her pretty mouth until throbbing and twitching became consistent. “That’s it, princess, fuck your king’s cock with that pretty mouth. Take every bit of what I’m giving you!” he panted, trying to keep himself together. “Use your hand. Jerk me off while you're sucking me, baby. Oh, fuck yeah, just like that. So good, princess. You look fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Spit trickled down her chin, and her hand was soaked, making it easier to slide up and down with her mouth. “I can only imagine how wet that fucking cunt of yours is, right now,” Noah said breathlessly. He was almost there. “I want to feel it. I want my tongue inside you, licking you up and fucking you just as good as your fucking me right now. Goddammit, princess,” he moaned, matching the thrusting of her mouth and hand with his hips. He was coming apart for her, and fast. 

She sucked on his head, using the tip of her tongue to trace his tip. “Fuck! Baby, I’m almost there,” he confessed, breathlessly. His hands wrapped around her face, holding her in place as he began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth ruthlessly. “Yeah, put it all the way down your throat. Good girl. Let your king fuck your mouth like the dirty little submissive that you are.” Her eyes watered each time he pounded the back of her throat. Noah was a panting mess. The overwhelming feeling was too much. “Stop! I said stop,” he cried, pulling the back of her hair. But she didn’t. Finally, Noah came, shooting his cum straight to the back of her throat. There was so much, she couldn’t swallow all of it and it spilled out, leaking down the front of her between her breasts.

“Fuck! Oh g-god,” he stuttered. He couldn’t think straight, completely wrecked. “You didn’t fucking listenten to me when I told you to stop,” he barked, anger clearly in his tone. “I didn’t think you really wanted me to,” she confessed without looking up at him. She didn’t need the blindfold off to know he was pissed. 

She was right. Noah didn’t want her to, but that’s not how the rules work. Noah's chest heaved up and down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pushing his hair back. “I have to punish you, now. You disobeyed. You know I don’t like it when you do.” “Then, I will gladly accept my punishment,” she said bravely. Noah flinched. She was challenging him and he knew why. 

“Get up.” She rose to her feet quickly. “Get on the bed; all the way up by the pillows. Move them out of the way,” Noah commanded, following her. The bed dipped and shifted until their bodies came together. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, tucking his arms under hers. His hands found her breasts, latching onto them and squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and fingers while taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth. “You are not allowed to touch me, do you understand?” A soft moan followed by a whimper could be heard. Noah’s hands travelled down towards her pussy, wasting no time in punishing her. He slipped a finger low, teasing the edge of the lips of her pussy that coated the tip with her arousal. With a sharp gasp, she arched her back as Noah sunk into her heat, groaning deep from the feeling of her already tightening around him. A slight cry escaped her, but Noah threw his hand over her mouth. “Don’t you dare make a sound. Not until I say you can,” he said sharply against her ear. “It may be your birthday, but that doesn’t mean you're above your punishment. Lock your arms around my back, now.”

Quickly obeying Noah smiled in satisfaction as he began to finger her harder, plunging a second finger deep into her soaked cunt, penetrating her walls so easily as she writhed against him. “Disobey me again, and you’re getting spanked.” She muffled a moan as Noah fucked her cunt ruthlessly, taking whatever satisfaction he got out of it. She pushed against him, needing to feel him deeper, needing to cum so badly. “Fuck, your pussy is so soaked for me. Uh, god,” Noah sighed. “Look at you, making a mess on me, ,” he said, pulling his fingers out and looking at how they glistened. “Lick them. Taste yourself on me.” Once Noah removed his hand from off her mouth, she eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them and moaning from the taste as she rutted her ass against his hard length. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Noah praised her. The dominant in him was starting to fail as he was slowly unraveling from the way she knew she owned him. Removing his fingers, he yanked her head back by the hair and slammed his mouth on hers, tasting the little bit of her juices that lingered, making him want more. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that. Out of my goddamn mind. I can’t, with you,” pulling her back and ripping the blindfold from off her eyes just so that he could look at her. 

“I love you, Noah,” she said softly, knowing she’d just broken another rule. He smiled softly back at her, kissing the end of her nose. “I love you, too, but you broke another rule. Now, I’ll have to fuck you like the slut you are, and give you a spanking. But something’s telling me that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, princess?” The sweetness quickly left Noah’s eyes. He forced her head forward, gentle enough for her to know he  loved her, too, but hard enough that she knew who was really in charge. “Grab the headboard,” he ordered, taking her hips and moving her into the position he wanted her in. “You don’t cum on my cock until I say you can,” bringing his hand down on her ass with a hard, loud smack. She screamed his name, just as Noah unmercifully slammed into her, breaking through her inner walls and claiming what was his, just like a ruthless king would do.He fucked her hard, pulling out often just to do it all over again, spanking the other ass cheek and leaving a mark. Her needy moans became cries and screams of pleasure, begging him not to stop when his head hit so deep into her.

“Tell me princess, who owns you?” He growled, loud and clear. “Y-you do, Noah.” “Louder!” “You!” she cried, as the slapping of their skin together filled the room. “Good girl. Your body is mine to fuck whenever I want, am I right?” “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “Oh f-fuck. Noah, please, I need to cum. I’m almost,” she gasped, gripping the headboard as hard as she could. “No fucking way, I didn’t say you could,” flipping her over onto her back. She was a writhing mess, beautifully fucked to perfection according to Noah’s standards. It was time he gave her what she wanted, a perfect ending to her birthday. Leaning down into her, Noah brushed the hair from off her wet forehead, slowly kissing her lips.

He slipped his swollen cock back inside her, moaning from the way she slipped over him like a glove. “Fuck, baby, you’re pussy was made for my cock. You feel so good,” he whispered, hiking her leg higher around his waist. “Have you had enough, yet?” She nodded slowly, meeting his eyes for the first time in a while. Noah grinned. “I’m going to be mean and say I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough. Now, tell me who’s the king of this fucking pussy?” pushing himself up off her and placing her legs over his shoulders, only to sink deeper down into her until the pressure was too much. “Noah, you are, baby,” she cried, running her nails down his toned, tattooed arms. “It’s yours. I’m yours.” They kept eye contact for a long moment as Noah switched up his pace, making every thrust and drive into her, slower and more full that she could feel the entirety of his length each time he sunk down into her. “Give it to me, princess” he encouraged with no demand. “Let go, let me feel it, baby,” he cooed, kissing her sweetly. “Cum for me, please, do it now,” he begged, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She clung to him as he buried his face in her neck, working every part of her opened as she willingly submitted to his demands.  

“Noah,” she gasped, whining softly. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm so close.” 

“Shhh, I don't plan to, baby. Just please, turn those beautiful eyes up and look at me so I can watch you fall apart with me inside you.” There was a fever of desperation in him that she had never heard before and the second she locked eyes with Noah's, she surrendered completely to him, as she reached her full climax, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body. Muffled screams echoed off the walls. Her nails raked down Noah's back as her toes curled. Noah couldn’t control his urges any longer, cumming for a second time that night except this time filling her with his seed. 

The ride home was a quiet one. She drifted off between staying awake and falling asleep, all the while holding onto Noah’s hand tightly. It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road. He kept looking over at her, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. “I love you. You’re beautiful,” he told her. She raised her sleepy up and smiled at him. “I love you, too, Noah.” Once she was asleep and he managed to get his hand back, Noah grabbed his phone to send a quick text to Jolly. A few minutes later, Jolly responded with the answer he was hoping for. 

“Hey, princess, wake up, baby, we’re home,” Noah roused her from sleep. She stretched and got out of the car as Noah grabbed her heels and picked her up into his arms and carried her inside. His heart was pounding hard and his nerves were on fire. Noah was starting to think his idea might’ve been a mistake, that maybe wasn’t ready to take the plunge he was about to. Dropping the shoes and keys on the floor, he managed to lock the door before heading upstairs with her still sound asleep in his arms. As he looked down at her, Noah smiled. She was the prettiest, most perfect thing ever to him and he knew right then he had no reason to be afraid. The feeling he had for her would never go away. 

“Hey baby, I’m putting you down. Let’s get you out of this dress and into bed, okay?” She nodded against his chest. “Noah,” she sighed through a yawn, “ I love you. Thanks for loving me,” Noah’s heart exploded inside him. “I love you, too, princess,” he managed to whisper. He placed her on her feet, opening their bedroom door and guiding her in. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth the moment she realized what she was looking at. “Noah!,” she cried softly, covering her mouth with both hands. He smiled widely at her. “Happy birthday, Princess.” She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him over and over. “Thank you, my love! Thank you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “Go look, there’s more,” he urged, taking her hands. He followed her into the room, taking in every single second of the moment as he leaned against the doorframe with his hands shoved into his pockets.

When she turned around with tears sliding down her cheeks, Noah knew he’d found his forever. “Well, will you?” he asked, nervously. She smiled and expelled a slight laugh. “It’s about fucking time you asked me, Sebastian!” Noah grinned, pushing away from the door frame. “Yeah, I know. I’m a little slow,” he admitted walking up to her and taking the small ring from her. “So, is that a yes? Marry me and have babies with me?” he asked, taking her left hand and slipping the ring onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly. “It fits, so I guess so,” she joked, embarrassing him and locking him in a sloppy, yet happy kiss. “Ugh, god, is that the only reason?” he mumbled against her lips, laughing. “No.” she giggled. “I love you, Noah. Yes, I’ll marry you and have babies with you!” “Thank god,” he sighed dramatically. “I was beginning to think you 're going to tell me to get lost.” “Well, you know,” “Hey now!” Noah laughed, poking her in the sides as she laughed. Picking her up again, he tossed her onto the bed full of rose petals. “Happy Birthday, beautiful,” he said, sliding her dress up around her waist, and removing her panties. “I’ve got one more gift for you. I hope you’ll like it,” he teased, giving her sly smile before diving deep into her sex, and giving her another gift she’d always remember.

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Imagine for me if you will….you're having adult alone time and Noah comes home early and catches you.

One way he might react? 18+ ⤵️

He could come home and be really quiet. Trying to surprise you since he’s coming back earlier than you had thought. But as he gets closer to your shared bedroom he hears your quiet gasps and moans.

Of course after being away from you so long his cock would instantly be rock hard at the sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

When you moan out a soft “oh Noah” he knows there will be a wet spot on the inside of his sweatpants from the beads of precum he knows are leaking out of his now fully throbbing erection.

He would struggle between bargaining in and having his way with you or staying where he is and watching you from the crack in the door. His hand would move to apply pressure to alleviate some of the growing tension building in his pants. Palming himself and trying to stifle his own groan of pleasure.

Your cries are getting louder and breathier like you're nearing your own finish.

Noah is shaking with anticipation at this point, hand fully wrapped around and stroking his hard cock as you bury your head into the pillow and cry out your orgasm.

Just when he was about to bust through the door you would call out “are you going to come in and fuck me yet you perv”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself because of course you knew he was there. You got a video doorbell notification and thought it would be a fun way to greet him and welcome him back home.

“Fuck yes” Noah would growl out and bust the door the rest of the way down before launching himself in bed next to you, enveloping you in a crushing hug and immediately searching out your lips to press a hungry kiss against them. “God I miss you so much” he mumbles against your lips and undresses the both of you in record time to get inside of you as fast as possible.

Different reactions next? Requests are open 🤩

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STRANGERS… or not

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: a stranger in a train that captive her heart, never seen him again… but his face was familiar, maybe that was more than just a connection, maybe she already saw him somewhere. A lot of research and… oh, yeah, she really sees his face before, her and millions of people… it's just sad that he seems so untouchable. Right?

Author’s note: Okay, so part 2 was unexpected, but It's here!! And now I have a few more ideas for this same couple and context… I think there are more coming. Anyway, hope you like it! xx

Part One (You don't have to necessarily read the first part to understand this one, it's up to you)

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Just when I thought that my chances are over, I found him. The stranger I’ve met in a train coming back from my hometown months ago, talked for hours and I left without knowing his name.

I took the same train and visit my parents more times than is good for my mental health, I sat there and wait for him, but got nothing. Then I searched in social media, everywhere I could think of, but it is so difficult to search for something - someone in this case - that you know nothing about. I have an image in my mind, the sound of a laugh, and nothing more. We shared so much that day, but as the days passed it seemed like nothing. Then, when I gave up and convinced myself that I was making it bigger than it should have been, when I accepted that it had become just a great memory, exactly how I wanted it, I found him.

Screaming in my phone, I'm not the only one that think he's a cool guy. I feel kind of stupid when I realize that he's not just an ordinary person, and that's probably why I thought I already knew him that day on the train.

Not a surprise, just me romanticizing my life again.

And maybe that is the reason why I'm doing it again, because I swear that I feel something more around this - him. In my delusion mind, you don't meet someone by chance. You don't screw up the chance you have to really know someone when you feel a special connection with them. Not like I did. Maybe that's the reason that I feel the necessity to just see him again. I don't know what I expect of this, and maybe I should just let it go, but I have friends that are delusional like me, and they support me with this crazy feeling… So, yeah, I listened to all of his band's albums and came to a show - just because it was in my city. It's not like I fight for tickets when I found out that they would be here. Not at all. 

Everything was good, and I was already feeling that coming to the show was the closure that I need to this history when my friend Anna, that came with me, grab my hand while we're exiting the venue.

“Let's wait outside. I know some fans do it, sometimes they stop to take pictures and talk to them.”

I get nervous immediately. I've already seen him, discovered who he is and for me that's enough, I don't have the courage to be in front of him again. I don't want him to think that I'm stalking him and make this role thing uncomfortable. It was supposed to be something nice, just it. Actually, it was just supposed to be a memory. Everything that happened after I left that day shouldn't have happened, I didn't say my name because I didn't want anything to happen. I'm going further than I should, I'm exceeding the limit I drew for myself. It's more than enough.

“No! We can't wait for them!” I protest, thinking in an excuse when Anna looks at me, her eyes narrow, knowing me well enough. “I have to work in the morning.”

“You can miss one rehearsal.”

“I have class tomorrow. I can't miss it, I'm the teacher.” I say, but Anna doesn't take me serious, she knows that I'm having a meltdown right now. “What if they don't even came out? We’re just going to lose time waiting here.”

Squeezing my hand, she smiles at me.

“Then at least you tried.”

So we wait, talk with some people that are waiting there too and it's cool. It's nice. But I can't stop feeling that I'm doing something wrong being here. I don't know, betraying the universe, maybe? I made my choice that day and just because I regret it now, can I just switch sides? 

Uh, no, I don't think so. 

Maybe it's supposed to be just like it was, some nice exchange in the train between strangers. Maybe it supposed for me not saying my name.

I'm almost given up and going home when I see them coming in our direction. Anna has a big smile in her face, her eyes shinning, and I almost can hear her saying - he's here! He's here! - but I just look at her and then at him approaching the others, and I freeze, taking a step back. 

There's another member of the band with him - with I know now that his name is Nicholas - and they start to talking with the little crowed waiting for them. I stay in the corner with Anna, without a clue to how to start this interaction without being a weirdo.

I'm still considering running out of here when his eyes catch me one time. Two times. A little frowning in his face in the third time. What if he doesn't remember me? 

“I know you” he says, his eyes studying mine, coming closer.

“We met at…” But I don't need to finish when his faces changes. He recognizes me. 

“Yes, I remember” he smiles. “You found me.”

I let out a small nervous breath, forcing it into a weak smile.

“It took long enough, but yes. I did found you.”

There’s a grin that won't leave his lips, and I cannot stop staring at it. 

“What's your name?” Yeah, here's the million dollars question.

I finally tell him my name, answering the question I should have answered months ago when I had the opportunity, then had to beg the universe for another chance.

“Well, I’m Noah” he says next.

“Nice to meet you.” I chuckled nervously.

I already know his name, but him saying it to me feels more legit. I think I can finally stop referring to this man in my mind as him or the stranger.

He finally has a name.

“You liked the show?” Noah asks.

“Yes! It was so great!” I rejoiced. “You guys are so talented! I was shocked when I was listening the albums, I'm just… I became a fan.”

The smile in Noah’s lips grows and the shy look in his eyes makes strange things happen in my stomach. I really hope that's not butterflies. It's like something frozen at the moment, at the same time suddenly I'm well aware of the people still around us, hoping for a little more time with the members of the band they came to see. 

Noah gives me a little embrace, catching me off guard when I hear his voice so close.

“You found me, now it's my time” he whispers in my ear.

“I follow you” I replied, the words coming out my mouth like it's an urgency. 

“Great.” he says, stepping back and giving attention to the person next to us.

I look around for Anna, who I didn't even see leaving, she's back at my side in a second.

“How it was?” she asks as we leave. 

“He said he's going to find me” I chuckle. “ I think on social media? I don't know.”

“It would be suspicious if he asked for your number in front of everyone.” She considers. “Or even invite you for, I don't know… their bus” Anna makes a funny face, giving me a side look. “I wouldn’t let you leave with him like that anyway, he’s cute and talented, but he’s still a man.”

I laugh, loving her a little more for taking care of me.

“I wouldn’t abandon you like that.” I say. “Thank you for coming with me.”

"Of course. As if I would miss the chance to help my best friend meet her train crush, who happened to be a fucking rock star." She rolls her eyes, getting into the car.

“It don't even make sense.” I let out a disbelief laugh. “Did you see how many people were there today? This is like impossible, he's famous, a celebrity, I'm not the kind of person…”

“Stop it right now.” She interrupts me. “He's a person just like you are. Yes, he's talented and is in a band that obviously is getting bigger every second, but it doesn't mean anything. He's human. You're human. It's all we need.”

“You're right, I'm thinking too much again.” I say, starting the car. “At least I tried.”

I'm already home getting ready to sleep when a notification came on my phone. A message on Instagram from an account with a peculiar profile pic. I don't make a ceremony and open it right away.

“I can't believe that I spend two hours talking with you that day and don't ask your name first thing!” 

“I swear, I'm not like this in normal situations”

“You got me nervous”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from smiling.

“I'm sorry for not saying my name when you asked. I regret it every day since I left.” 

“Two fools”

“How did you found me? I tried to look for you but get nothing”

“Well, I'm not as popular as you”

“A video of the band randomly appeared on my timeline, I think I talked about the guy on the train so much to my friends that the algorithm took pity on me and threw it in my face.”

“For once social media did something right”

“So… You're going to stay in town or…?”

“No. We already left”

“I didn't want to expose you out there earlier, but if you get me your number, I can let you know when I'm around?”

“I'll understand if you don't want to, my life can be a little crazy sometimes.”

There's no hesitation in my answer.

“I really want to know better the guy that I met on the train three months ago and can't stop wondering about, so… Yes, If that's okay for you.”

“Great. I've searched for you in every city that we go to since that day, can't wait to properly get to know you too, stranger.”

So I sent my number.

And God, I should have known I was in trouble the moment I got that first message from him. As the days went by, I realized that I was crazy to think that Noah was untouchable just because of what he does for a living, he has become the funniest and sweetest person I know.

We're definitely not strangers anymore.

Not when we talk every day now.

Not when I learned all his favorites.

Not when I’m counting days to see Noah in person again.

[lacy1986]

I could see this being a video that the reader sends Noah when he’s on tour 🥹

[yumikitten]

Things were going from good to bad in the blink of an eye. You'd been given a job offer you couldn't possibly refuse—one that paid better than the job you were currently at—but you'd need to relocate for it. And Noah was going to absolutely rage at knowing you'd be moving away from him. The two of you had been inseparable for the past ten years now, one always moving with the other.

You felt a slight panic as soon as you'd gotten off the phone with the hiring manager. Even though you knew you should take it, there was still one thing holding you back: Noah. The feelings you had for him had only grown with each passing day over the last decade, but how long were you supposed to follow him? At some point, you rationalized, you'd need to grow up and start thinking for yourself. If nothing had happened with you two in the last ten years, nothing was bound to at this point.

Still, there was that niggling feeling in the back of your mind that remained hoping something would eventually spark. Which is was part of the reason why your anxiety was slowly reaching its limit. That, and because Noah was always close by for anything. It would be like losing part of yourself with the move.

You needed a ride to work? He was there within ten minutes to take you.

Your garbage disposal stopped working? He fixed it for you the same day.

You were having an off day? Noah was sure to bring over your favorite snacks and watch your favorite movies to help perk you up.

No matter what the circumstance was, Noah was always there by your side. And it wasn't like the relationship was one-sided. You'd had your fair share of helping him, too.

He lost his voice from tour? You were there with home remedies to help him.

He had writer's block? You'd tell him crazy stories to help spark his inspiration again.

He wanted to walk around the neighborhood at 2am to think? You'd drive over to walk with him so he wasn't alone.

So your panic wasn't all for nothing. Whatever Noah did, you did too and vice versa. Just like him and Nick, you and znoah were your own package deal. At least until you moved.

If you moved, because you hadn't given an official answer yet. You knew that as soon as you told Noah, you'd gauge his reaction and let that make your decision for you. It was stupid to leave it up to someone else like that, let alone just with their reaction, but leaving him was just a huge as taking this job. Your breathing started to become shallow just thinking about it.

Looking to the time, you noticed you were five minutes late in leaving for dinner. Jolly wanted everyone to get dinner together at least once a month when they were home, and here you were trying to slow your breathing down. Honestly, you didn't know how you were going to school most of your expressions tonight, but you'd die trying if it meant you wouldn't cause a scene.

"No, I have to pull the Band-Aid off," you reasoned, knowing if you kept it to yourself any longer, it would only cause chaos. Besides, you told the hiring manager you'd call them with your answer by the end of the week and it was already Tuesday.

The boys were already prepping the grill by the time you showed up, earning an astonished glance from Folio.

"You're normally here before us, and we live here," he said with a chuckle, but your stomach was in knots. The drummer wasn't wrong in saying that, which only hurt you more. Even he knew how close you and Noah were; everyone knew.

"Y/N, are you feeling okay?" Nick asked gently, eyes searching yours to see if you were sick or anything.

"Mhm, yea. It's just been a weird day." You offered up a lame excuse, breathing in slowly to reign in your emotions.

"Do you need to talk about it?" Noah appeared from behind you, offering up a shooter glass that likely had whiskey in it to sip. Looking from the glass now in your hand to Noah, you had to make a quick decision. He was giving you a reason to tell him about this afternoon and all you had to do was take it. He was your best friend, he would understand, right? His eyes were filled with controlled concern, but you knew he wouldn't pester you if you weren't ready.

"Actually, yea. Can we really quick?" The words tumbled out of your mouth like vomit, Noah nodding and telling the guys you'd be back before the food was done. He led you to his room, shutting the door before sitting down at his desk. You had his full attention, and all you had to do was speak. Your nerves were starting to shoot through you painfully, the glass coming up to your mouth to drink the couple fingers of whiskey down completely.

"Woah, Y/N. What's going on?" This was a bad idea, you thought. You couldn't do this. What made you think you could do this? The whiskey burned through to your stomach, only making you feel more ill. "Hey, talk to me." Your eyes landed on Noah's again, the warmth of his tone bringing you back to reality.

"I um—have something to tell you. It's good, so there's no reason to freak out or anything." You finally said, but you know it was only half the truth.

"Okay, so why does it look like you're freaking out?" He laughed uneasily, clearly questioning why you seemed so rigid. Leave it to him to try and keep the atmosphere light.

"I got a job offer today and I'm thinking about taking it." You set the empty glass down on the nightstand so you could clasp your hands together. The nervousness was radiating off you in waves which was only sending weird signals to him.

"That's great news! Was it the one you were telling me about the other week? The one—"

"Yea, that one." You cut him off, even though he was genuinely so happy for you. Your heart was starting to crack little by little watching his pearly smile light up the room you were about to dampen. "They called me this afternoon, and I told them I'd give them an answer by the end of the week."

Now he seemed confused, his brows downturning and head cocking to the side. "You didn't tell them yes? Y/N, you've been waiting for something like that! Jump on it!"

Swallowing, you looked around his room. You remembered helping him move in when they got the place. Over time, he'd only added more and more to the white walls that used to be so blank. There was even a picture of the two of you celebrating your twenty-first birthday back home in Virginia. Just a couple years later, he was moving to Los Angeles and you followed him without a second thought.

"It is what I've been waiting for, but there's a couple things I need to think about first before accepting it." The alcohol was starting to make things a bit easier to talk about, Noah seemingly not understanding your vague choice of words.

"So, what. They won't match the pay? You have to wait a while for the start date? Whatever it is, you shouldn't sit on it. Take it; you've worked so hard and deserve it." Heat was building in your eyes from the unshed tears. Noah was being so supportive just like always, and all you could feel was guilt. His words were true. You had worked hard, you did deserve this chance. Yet there was still the one thing holding you back. Your one reason.

Shaking your head, eyes glistening by now, you finally told him, "The job is in Portland. I'd need to be there no later than the first of the month to start." That was only a couple weeks away, and you knew if you did accept the offer, you'd need to leave sooner to look for apartments in the area.

There was a wide range of emotions crossing Noah's face, all of them as clear as the last before he closed his eyes and smiled. He looked up from where he sat, blinking his eyes a few times. "And that's keeping you from answering? Y/N, this is an amazing opportunity for you."

Your heart was falling, but for a different reason now. This wasn't one of the mental scenarios you had come up with when you were running through them earlier. "It is, but Noah—I'd need to move."

He nodded, "Yea, but Portland isn't so bad, right? It isn't the cleanest anymore, but neither is LA. And it isn't like that's far, right? Just a quick plane ride." He was trying to reason with himself through trying to reason with you. His tone was calm, collected, and that only made you feel worse. Was he sad at all that you'd be leaving? That you wouldn't just be a car ride away anymore?

Did he care?

That question surfaced, and try as you might to shake it away, it still sat there demanding attention. You had been so worried to tell him, and for what? What did you expect was going to happen? That he would retaliate and beg you not to go? Your eyes sat on his still calm demeanor wondering if your friendship meant as much to him as it did to you. Well, at least you got your other answer; he didn't seem to have any hidden feelings for you like you did for him, which probably hurt a bit more.

"Was this why you were acting so damn squirrely?" He shook his head with humor, "let's get you another drink."

Instead of moving to follow him, you stood there mortified. Your stomach was churning, your nerves past their limits and all you wanted to do was curl up and hide from the world. Of course, Noah wasn't going to stop you from doing something you wanted. Of course, he'd support you. Of course, he'd want what he feels is best for you. The sir around you felt thick and heavy, as if it was beginning to weigh in you.

"I think—I think I'm gonna head home. I'm actually not feeling very well." It was hard to speak when you trying to hold back your tears.

"Can I get you anything?" His concern was back tenfold, his body standing in his doorframe. You hadn't even realized he'd opened the door.

Beg me to stay, you wanted to yell. But you shook your head, "No, my stomach is just kind of hurting. Guess I shouldn't have downed the whiskey." You laughed, but it was clearly fake. There was a panic attack rising and you just needed to go home to sort it all out. You moved past Noah, who was clearly still processing your answer, and made your way down the stairs to the front door.

"You're leaving already?" Jolly asked from the kitchen. It looked like they were done grilling, both Folio and Nick peering from around the corner to get a better look.

"I told you she didn't look well," Nick commented as Noah was walking down the last few steps toward you.

"Are you okay?" Jolly finally asked through the tension.

Smiling through the unshed tears, you nodded, "Yea, apparently I'm moving," you started to say, "I got offered a job and I'm moving to Portland."

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Noah's hands griped your arms gently, but his question felt like it was too loaded to answer. If you didn't leave now, you'd regret anything you'd have to say in an anxious rage. By now, the other three had stopped what they were doing to watch what was happening. You and Noah arguing let alone fighting in general wasn't something that happened often.

"I'm not feeling well, Noah. I'm heading home." Turning, you walked out the front door with your footfalls feeling heavier with each step you took.

As soon as you'd gotten home, you finally allowed your tears to fall. Looking around your apartment, you couldn't imagine trying to pack it up to move states. Least of all without your best friend. Your best friend who apparently didn't care if you left at all, the one who was only being supportive. He knew this job meant a lot to you, but what he wasn't aware of was how much more he meant to you. And you couldn't fault him for that. It wasn't like he could move with you like you did for him anyway. His job was here with the band. At some point, you knew you'd need to go your separate ways.

Your throat was burning as you groaned with anguish. How pitiful you felt by this turn of events. Honestly, you shouldn't have overthought this so damn hard. You ran out on dinner and away from Noah.

It had been a couple hours by the time you heard knocking on your door. The time was only nine at night, your phone long since been silenced so you could ease your mind and merely be. Maybe if you stayed in bed long enough, the person would assume you were either not home or asleep and just leave.

Another series of knocking had you getting out of bed. Throwing the door open, you saw Noah standing there in the clothes he had on earlier. His hair was in disarray and his eyes seemed red-rimmed like he'd been crying.

"You can't leave," he blurted out, his expression pleading with you.

"Why?" You moved so he could come in, closing the door behind him. "You said it yourself, I've been waiting for something like this. I'd be dumb not to." Your response was angrier than intended, but you weren't in the mental state to care right now.

"And that's true, and I know it's so fucking selfish of me, but you can't leave." His voice was rising, his eyes wild. This is what you wanted, so why were you fighting it so hard? He was telling you not to go, but somehow in your mind it was too late.

"You were so supportive of me earlier, so what changed?" You threw your hands up in anger.

"It doesn't matter as to why. What matters is none of us wants you to go!" He shouted back with the rising tension.

"It does matter!" You yelled back. "It fucking does, Noah! You can't just tell me to go and make it sound like it would be easy and then come over to tell me not to! So what the hell changed in the last two hours—"

"—because I fucking love you and can't stand the thought of you leaving me!" He screamed, veins popping out of his neck. You were speechless, utterly so as his eyes started to shine brighter in the dim lighting of your living room. "I can't stand the thought of you living so far away. And if it makes me the worst human on this planet to tell you to not take this job for my sake, then I guess I'm the fucking worst." You could hear the pain in his voice as his tone was starting to drop with emotion.

Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear the pulse in your ears. The tension was so thick around the two of you, it was amazing how you were still breathing. Noah said he loved you. It was something you'd only ever dreamed about saying to him but were so afraid of the outcome. Yet here he was laying it all out in front of you.

"You can't fucking go, Y/N. I know I've been so selfish—what with you moving here with me and always supporting me—but I can't just let you leave. Not without me pouring my heart out, anyway. If you don't feel the same, then forget it. It'll be like it never happened and we'll make it all work out. I'll help you move and get you settled—"

"Noah, shut up." You cut him off again, tears falling for a new reason now. How could you leave with hearing all of that? He remained quiet, watching you like he would truly let you leave if it was what you really wanted. But what you really wanted was right in front of you. "Why did it take us so long?" You began laughing, Noah's eyes widening at the change of tone.

"What?" He questioned seriously, unsure of what you were talking about.

"I told myself there was only one reason I'd stay, and it was if you asked me not to leave. When you didn't earlier, I gave up all hopes and that was that. I didn't think you'd ever tell me you loved me."

There was a blush running up the side of his neck as he grasped at what to say. "Listen, you don't need to make this decision purely because I told you not to go. This should be something you want."

"Noah, you don't get it." Now you were smiling, still sobbing here and there. "The one thing I've wanted for a while now is to hear you tell me you love me." Without a second thought you pulled him to you, your lips crashing against his like he was your lifeline. The astonishment seemed to pass quickly from Noah as he began kissing you back eagerly. His lips tasted of salt and rum; it was mildly addicting.

"Fuck, why did this take us so long?" He asked when he pulled away from you, forehead leaning against yours. "If you still want to go, I won't stop you. However, I'm not letting you leave without establishing whatever this is."

"Noah darling, I'm not leaving. Not just because you asked me not to, but because I can't stand the thought of leaving you behind."

[lilgarbitch]

Pretty Boy - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: pretty boy!Noah, have you ever wanted to ruin a boy’s makeup? smutty smut, learning new kinks, p in v, face sitting

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: LISTEN I know I have other things to work on and I am trying but what the brain wants, the brain gets. And what she wants is smut teehee

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @bloody-spades @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986

Y/N

I giggle as I walk into the studio in the house, searching for Noah. Seeing him at the computer, he turns to me once he hears me enter. 

“Why are you so giggly?” He asks, making me giggle more. His face shifts to a more uncomfortable grimace once he notices it’s my mischievous giggle, “What do you have planned?” 

“Nothing bad, jeez,” I begin with a teasing smile, “I just found something and wanted to ask you a question.”

He spins his chair to face me more, still looking apprehensive. I turn my phone around, showing him the picture I found of his photoshoot done for Alternative Press a few years ago. He reaches out and takes my phone, getting a closer look, before looking back up at me. 

“What about it?” I giggle again and hold my hands in front of me, giving him my biggest puppy dog eyes.

”Can I do your makeup? Please?” I ask, dragging out the please with a pout.

He continues to stare at me, almost looking unimpressed by my pout. But I can see the corner of his lips twitch. He can never resist the puppy dog eyes and pout. It’s like his own personal kryptonite that he pretends doesn’t affect him. With a sigh, he hands back my phone and nods, still pretending that he gave into this decision at his own free will. 

“I guess so. Let me finish this up real quick and then I’ll meet you upstairs,” he says, gesturing to the screen. 

I happily nod and take my phone before skipping out of the studio, heading straight towards our bedroom that holds my vanity with all my hair tools and make-up. 

I start picking out everything I think I’ll need. Grabbing a light concealer, mascara, eyeliner, even my favorite eyeshadow pallet. I’m still giggling as I look over all my products, trying to think of a cute look to do on him. Who knows when I’ll get the chance to do this again, so I have to think of the perfect look. Nothing too crazy, but nothing boring. Maybe I’ll see if he wants to try to do mine after.

As I’m setting everything up, I finally hear footsteps walking up the stairs, bringing an excited smile to my face. I hear his huff before I see him enter the room, like he has to prepare for a night of torture. I playfully roll my eyes at him as I sit up from the chair in front of my vanity and gesture for him to sit in it. He pretends like it's a grueling task as he makes his way over and sits down, staring at me unimpressed once again. 

I giggle as I slowly slide over another chair we have in the room so I can sit in front of him. Once I’m sat, I look up at him with a bright, excited smile, causing his almost pout to slowly form into a one as well, unable to resist my excited charge. I reach out and grab his hands, wrapping his around mine, causing him to look at me confused. 

“My hands are cold and I’m going to be touching your face, so I don’t want it to be uncomfortable.” He chuckles and nods, squeezing my hands for a minute before I finally pull away. 

“Alright, so I’m going to walk you through the process just in case you like it and want to do it yourself,” I begin, causing him to roll his eyes.I reach up and gently brush his hair out of his face before reaching over and grabbing some primer, squeezing some on my finger tips before rubbing them together. 

“This is primer, it’s like a sticky base so your makeup doesn’t move around once it dries.” I begin rubbing it in on his cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, making sure to get an even coverage. When I’m done, I gently fan his face to help it dry faster.

”I hate this already,” he mumbles, making me lightly smack his arm. 

“Shut up, you love this and you know it.” 

When I feel like the primer dried down enough, I reach over and grab my concealer. Noah has amazing complection, so I just want to smooth out his dark circles and some patches and tiny blemishes. 

“This is concealer. Look up,” I say as I begin to put some under his eyes, “This just smooths out your skin tone and giving you a blank canvas for whatever you wanna do,” I gently blend under his eyes with a beauty blender before repeating the process on his chin, forehead, and a few marks on his cheeks. 

I take a few moments to look at him, debating, but if this is probably the only time I’ll get to do this, I’m giving him a full beat. I grab a fluffy brush and my contour pallet before turning back to him. 

“I’m not adding much of this, since you already have some strong features, but I want to define your cheekbones and nose just a little bit more,” I say as I gently brush on some cool toned contour, toning his features more. 

We continue doing this through every step, and eventually he starts asking questions as I start doing his eyeshadow. 

”What’s that shiny stuff you put on your cheeks when you do your makeup?”

”That’s highlighter, it just helps catch light and makes certain parts of your face more prominent.”

”Can you do that to me?” I giggle as I blend together the colors for a simple smokey eye. 

“Of course, baby. I wanna turn you into the prettiest boy,” I answer, making him frown. 

“Aren’t I always your pretty boy?” He asks, quoting the nickname I sometimes use for him. 

I pause and pull away, making him look at me. He opens his eyes and I give him a sweet smile. 

“You’re always my pretty boy, baby,” I say as I give him a small kiss before going back to doing his eyeshadow. He has a cute little smile on his face after hearing that, causing me to mirror it. 

After finishing his eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and highlighter, since he specifically requested it, I was finally finished. I didn’t use any setting spray or anything because I knew he was going to end up taking this off soon, anyway. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, really looking at all the details, before looking at me, pretending to be upset, but I can tell he actually likes it. 

“Don’t lie, you think you look pretty.” He rolls his eyes and looks at himself again. 

“I don’t look bad, that’s for sure,” he says as he leans closer and turns his face, catching the highlighter shining in the light, making him chuckle to himself. 

I reach forward and gently grab his face, only on his jaw, not to ruin his makeup, before turning him towards me. 

“You’re my pretty boy,” I say with a giggle as I bring him closer, pulling him into a kiss. He smiles into the kiss, always loving when I call him that. 

“Am I really?” He jokingly asks, mumbling between our lips as he reaches forward and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him. 

“The prettiest,” I answer, giggling more as he tries to balance me on his lap while still sitting on my tiny vanity chair. 

With a good hold on me, he then lifts us both up, causing me to squeal and wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to our bed and leaning down to lay me against it and hover over me. I pull away from our kiss and look up at him, still giggling. 

But something about how fucking good he looked, so perfect and all mine, just turned my brain to mush. I let out a soft groan as I pulled him back into a kiss, slightly catching him off guard. I pulled him closer so he was now laying on top of me, before gently turning us over. He looked up at me, a little shocked, as I pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him with another mischievous smile. 

“Having you like this, all dolled up and pretty in this makeup, just makes me want to ruin it,” I whisper as I trail my hand up, gently cupping his cheek. 

He stares up at me, shocked, and I can almost hear a shuttered breath escape his lips as he stares at me with those pretty little eyes, slowly dilating with lust as I look at him like a goddamn feast. I could feel him getting hard underneath me. 

“You want that, pretty boy? You want me to ruin all the makeup I just did?” I ask in a half sweet, half condescending tone. I can practically see his brain short circuiting behind his eyes as his breathing increases, him staring at me like I was a god ready to ruin him. 

I chuckle as I lean down and kiss him again, which he eagerly accepts. His hands grip at my hips, pulling me to him as close as he can get, desperate for friction already. Before our kiss can deepen, I gently trail my lips away from his and towards his neck, being careful going over his cheek and jaw, not wanting to ruin my work just yet. 

Once my lips touch his neck, it’s like electricity shoots through him. He’s already squirming under me, his breath coming out in needy, whiny little pants. I trail my hand down his muscular arms as I leave soft kisses against his neck, adoring that I had so much control over such a strong man. My hand continues to trail over him until it reaches the hem of his shirt, and without me even asking, he quickly removes his hands from my hips to begin pulling his shirt off. 

As I sit up to help him, I lean back onto the hardness in his pants, causing both of us to gasp a little. I’ve never felt him so worked up and needy before, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I try to help him take off his shirt, but with how desperate he was, I barely had a chance. Next was mine, which I didn’t even need to work for as he quickly lifted it up and off me with ease. As he reached forward to try and feel my bare skin, I lace my fingers with his and push him back down onto the bed, splaying his arms out to the side, causing him to groan. 

“You’re so needy,” I giggle as I lean forward again. 

“Please,” he whimpers out before I could reattach my lips with his, catching me off guard. Unable to resist his begging, I let go of his hands as I meet his lips again.

He eagerly starts trailing his hands over my skin as he deepens our kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of me. He was grabbing at my sides, shoulders, and breasts while whimpering against my lips. Finally, his hands rest against my hips once again, this time desperately moving them against his, needing friction. I pull away and drop my face into his neck as he grinds me against him, his moans and whimpers heavily overpowering mine. 

His fingers slip into the hem of my shorts as he continues moving me against him, and I reach down to help him. We work together pulling them and my panties down before he quickly does the same to his, groaning once his cock hit the cold air. 

Our hips meet again and he continues rolling mine against his, wetting his cock with my slickness and whining underneath me. His head was tilted back with his mouth agape, letting his sounds fall freely from his lips. I sit up slightly so I’m hovering over him as I rock against him and just stare down at his beautiful face. 

He was already an extremely attractive guy, but having him look so pretty and so blissed out was a sight to see. One I hope was burned into my mind for as long as I lived. I gently reach up and hold his face, making him look at me with eyes full of love and lust. I almost couldn’t handle it. 

“Keep those eyes on me, pretty boy,” I say as I trail my other hand down his chest and in between our bodies. 

His jaw snaps shut as he clenches it once I stop my movements and lift my hips, gripping his cock in my hand. He stares at me with desperation as I position it at my entrance. He clenches his teeth even harder as I slowly lower myself, a deep but whimpery moan escaping through his teeth. 

His mouth falls open with a gasp once I start moving and I watch as he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back, staring straight into mine. He lets me take control of our movements, making the most beautiful noises as I ride him. This man couldn’t have been more perfect. He looked utterly breathtaking, was making sounds that were increasing the ache in my core, and felt so fucking good inside of me. 

As pleasure clouded over my mind, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him. Both of us creating a cacophony of sinful sounds. His hands gripped at my hips, pulling me down towards him, trying to match my movements with harder thrusts. With my mind still overwhelmed with pleasure, I lose my balance slightly and catch myself, holding onto him as he lifted and dropped me at a perfect rhythm. 

“O-oh fuck,” he rasps out into a groan. My eyes open slightly, watching his face, taking in the utmost pleasure pictured all over it, before they drifted down and I noticed that my hand had accidently landed against his throat when I caught myself. I try to move it down to rest against his chest. 

“Fuck..no. Please,” he gasps out as he reaches up and grabs my hand, bringing it back to his throat and wrapping my fingers around it tighter.

I give it a gentle squeeze as his hands move back to my hips and his head falls back with a deep groan. I chuckle softly, gently squeezing the sides as I ride him. I could already see the sweat slowly sliding the concealer down his face, but with his eyes all dolled up in mascara and eyeliner, it made me realize just how much his eyes water when he’s this deep in pleasure. Between him squeezing them shut and the tiny drops of tears collecting at the corners, it was already starting to smear under his eyes, and I loved it. I just wish I could ruin it as much as he ruins mine. If only I gave him some lipstick just to watch it smear over both of our faces. 

His whimpers and whines gradually got more high pitched, and I knew he was getting close. I released his throat and leaned down, reaching my hand up to run through his hair as I moved my hips with his. He’s gotten upset with me doing this before, but I didn’t care. I brought my lips to the spot right underneath his ear. It drove him insane every time I’d mark him here, but it was terrible to cover since it was in the one stop of free skin on his neck. 

The second my lips attached to that sweet spot, I felt his back arch, pressing his body into mine, and a mix of a gasp and whine escape his lips. I gently sucked on the spot, before nibbling and licking over the bites to ease the pain, a combo that would forever drive him insane. He was panting and I could feel his heart beating heavy against mine as his thrusts got sloppier. 

“Come on, baby. I wanna see my pretty boy come,” I whisper in his ear before returning to his neck. 

Within seconds, he lets out a loud moan, lifting me off of him and exploding across my ass and his thighs. He was still letting out soft whimpers and I could feel his muscles twitching until he finished spilling his load. He finally lays me down on top of him as he catches his breath, and I run my fingers through his hair as he comes down from his high. He just looked so good, I couldn’t get over it. I stared at him, brushing his hair out of his face and looking at all my work that I beautifully destroyed. After about a minute, he finally opened his eyes and I giggled as our eyes met.

”You’re doing my makeup more often if that’s how you react,” he rasps, his voice mumbled from his daze. 

“What’s the point of making art if you can’t be the one to ruin it?” I tease as I move to slide off of him. 

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” he says as he holds me from moving. He lifts me up from my waist so I was sitting up on his stomach and gently pulls me towards him, “Sit on my face.”

I blink and look at him a little shocked that he already wanted to continue, giving him a small, “What?”

”Come on, baby girl. You know I never stop until you get off. And I want you to ruin my makeup a little more,” He says with a smirk. 

He gently tugs on my waist again and I slowly make my way up his body before hovering over his face. Our eyes met and his were more blown out than ever before. He trails his hands up my thighs before resting them on my hips and pulling me down, making me fully sit on him. He lets out a groan as I feel his tongue move between my folds, causing a small gasp to leave my lips. His grip on me gets even tighter, pulling me even closer as he starts to devour me like a starved man, sloppily lapping me up and drinking in my wetness.

His lips wrap around my clit and he gently sucks, pulling a whine out of me when I feel his tongue graze over the swollen bud. I try to stay upright, holding onto his hands as he eats me out, but the moment I feel his tongue enter me, I gasp and fall forward, having to catch myself with one hand on the head board and the other slipping into his hair. His moans mix with mine as he fucks me with his tongue. 

I could already feel myself getting closer, still worked up from earlier, and I couldn’t stop the noises leaving my lips, especially when I could feel the vibrations from his own noises as he enjoys this just as much as I am. I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel the knot in my stomach start to form, my breath quickening as he continues working between giving my clit the perfect amount of attention and fucking me with his tongue. 

I was probably making more noises than he was as I get closer to the edge, rocking my hips against his face. I stopped caring about him needing to breathe, pressing myself against his tongue every time I felt it touch my clit. My grip on his hair was getting tighter and I was getting louder and louder until finally the cord inside me snapped and I practically screamed as I drenched his face with my juices. He continued to lap me up, helping me ride out my orgasm. Eventually, I had to pull myself away from him, getting too sensitive. 

I slid off of him and collapsed on the bed as I tried catching my breath. He always made me come hard, knowing exactly how to make me feel amazing, but after everything we just went through, and all the feelings I was feeling while watching his dolled up face as I rode him, the release was stronger than I ever felt before. 

I finally open my eyes and turn to him, seeing a wide smile on his utterly ruined face. I couldn’t help but mirror his smile as I took in his messy hair, smeared mascara, and drenched cheeks and chin. 

“God, you are so pretty,” I whisper as I lean forward, smiling against his lips.

[sorrowsofsilence]

I Was Always Yours • 2

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 5.1k

Part One

Warnings: smut 18+ (mentions of PnV, wrap it b4 u tap it pls), fluff, female/male receiving, anxiety/panic attacks, swearing, alcohol, dirty talk

Summary: You grew up with Nick Ruffilo and Noah, but its been years since you’ve seen your best friends due to them being away touring. When Ruffilo came back to your hometown, opening his home tattoo studio, you get the opportunity to reconnect with him, and Noah. Deep down you’ve always had something for Noah, and it turns out he’s always felt something for you too. Perhaps seeing eachother years later, after you’ve both changed, sparked something.

Authors note: This is part 2! Initially I wasn’t planning on doing a second part but there was a lot of love on the first <3 so thank you! Hope you enjoy this one! (With 2 scenes of smut for all of us sick fucks to enjoy!)

PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

Noah’s back rested against the bedroom wall, the red LEDs illuminating his room. The clock read 3am, way past our bedtime, yet here I was, succumbing myself to Noah’s need.

“I can’t stop thinking about a few days ago,” he had said as I sat in his bed, days after we reconnected. I was playing on my phone while he was messing around on his computer, working on music. We had hung out non-stop since seeing each other; catching up, sharing stories, reminiscing, and just spending time together like we used to with an added activity.

“Me either,” I had replied, sitting up as my heart began racing thinking about it. What were we now? Were we still just friends? Things were not the same, things were different, but It was a good difference, it was how things always should’ve been…but was it the right choice?

“Nicks asleep,” he had said, turning his chair to face me. It was silent for a moment, as we had stared at each other, trying to read the expression on one another’s face.

“I need you so bad Y/N, you have me completely whipped.” He had said, before standing up and walking over to me: he had started kissing me rigidly, taking me into his arms.

“You need to earn your way back to my lips,” Noah whispered as he groaned deeply, his long, inked fingers tangled within the strands of my hair, wrapped around in a desirable hold.

He held my head in place firmly as my mouth slid up and down, hand holding the rest, tongue swirling around the tip. My legs supported me from below as I kneeled before him at his mercy.

“Christ Y/N, you got cheated on when you can suck dick like this?” Noah looked down at me, eyes fluttering closed before tilting his head back in bliss. His hips rolled into my face gently, beginning to fuck my mouth as his other hand joined the first, gripping the other side of my head, “Man's fucking loss,” he scoffed in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes and internally laughed, choking on Noah before looking up through my lashes, watching as his mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Watching the hold I had over him turned me on immensely. He was falling apart because of me.

I gagged on him for a moment longer, pushing myself as far as I could, before pulling off of him, the string of saliva following my lips.

“Fuck,” Noah gave me a breathy laugh, looking down in awe with a lopsided grin “You were gone from me for too long, you’re telling me we could have been doing this years ago?”

I gave him a small smile, “I think we have a lot of missed time to make up for.”

I wrapped my hand around him, stroking up and down, rotating my wrist, before attaching my mouth to him again. Noah’s hands gripped my hair tighter, keeping me in place once again as he fucked me.

“Such a pretty girl, letting me fuck your mouth like this,” Noah pulled me closer to his abdomen as he hit the back of my throat. I gagged but closed my eyes to keep going.

“Y/N, look at me,” Noah demanded and my eyes snapped upwards towards his own, and he watched me watch him. With his lips parted he observed my every move, heavy pants heaving from his chest, shallow grunts pouring from his soul.

“Shit,” Noah’s body began to twitch, and seconds later my mouth was filled, threads of his release coating the back of my throat.

Noah tucked my hair behind my ears, rubbing his fingers down underneath my chin, “Good girls swallow,” he said, “all of it.”

I moaned at his words and obeyed, watching his eyes glint with satisfaction and complete reverence as I sucked.

Drinking in all of him I pulled away, and Noah leaned down, pulling my chin towards him, planting a kiss on my lips. I melted into him, sighing with contentment as he pulled up his black shorts.

“I was always yours,” he said, “but you keep proving to me that I’m never going anywhere ever again.”

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“Folio, Jolly this is Y/N: Y/N, this is Folio and Jolly,” Noah introduced me officially to Nick and Joakim, the drummer and guitarist, and I immediately felt giddy. Although known Noah and Ruffilo for years, I had never met the other two current members in person; only through photographs.

I had to admit I was a little excited, because I really did enjoy their music, and therefore have always wanted to meet the other two.

“It’s cool to see you guys in person and not on a screen,” I laughed shyly, shaking their hands. Folio squinted with his eyes, his crooked tooth smile even more charming face to face. Jolly pulled me in for a shake and a hug, catching me off guard. I felt flush as his long hair tickled my face, patting his back.

“Nice to finally meet you! Noah hasn’t shut up about you.” Folio said, grinning.

Noah ran up from behind, wrapping his arms around me, and lifting me up. I squealed with my back against his chest, laughing as he swung me around, playfully, “yea, because I missed her,” Noah laughed, placing his face in the crook of my neck, still holding on to me from behind.

I held on to his arms that crossed my chest, blushing at his signs of affection in front of his friends.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy.” Jolly smiled warmly, “fucking goof.”

“So, you guys were friends growing up?” Folio asked as we all started walking towards the car. Noah had insisted I ride with the boys to the concert, coming early to spend time and see how everything behind the scenes worked. I told Noah I’d be happy to wait in line with the rest of the crowd, but he was taking this VIP very seriously.

“You want me to punish you if you don’t listen to me?”

Yes please, I had thought; but all I could do was stare up at him as he slowly backed me up towards the kitchen table.

“Noah,” I whined, tilting my head at him as he gripped my hips, his cologne filling my senses, “I’m going to watch the show from the crowd, but I’ll come with you everywhere else.”

My back hit the wood, and Noah leaned over me, placing a kiss on my forehead before kissing down to my lips.

“Good,” he mumbled, his hand sliding around my hip to behind, squeezing me, “but you better be behind the stage by the time I walk off at the end of Dethrone, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Yeah, Y/N, Noah and I went to school together,” Ruffilo said, offering me a hand to pull me into the car. I sat between him and Noah, Jolly and Folio sitting in the back row.

“Cool,” Folio said, before drumming on the back of the seat. I watched him, smiling.

“You’re pretty good at that hey?” I said, and he smiled back, shrugging.

“I’m hyped for today, I fucking love this place.”

We started driving towards the venue, and the closer we got to our destination, the more I noticed Noah’s anxiety beginning to spike. The entire time he kept his gaze out the window, hand gripping my thigh, resting his chin on his palm. His leg bounced rapidly, and ever so often I felt his fingers squeeze me, his hand beginning to vibrate.

I looked at him with concern, the smile from my conversation with Jolly fading from my lips as Noah took a brief sharp exhale, staying extremely still except for his leg. I placed my hand on top of his own, and Noah immediately stopped bouncing.

You okay? I mouthed, to which he shrugged, his dark brown eyes looking at me with apprehension before turning his gaze back out the window, the concrete jungle swaying past in a grey, lifeless blur. The boys became quiet, pretending to be preoccupied but watched; knowing that Noah was beginning to have a panic attack.

I flipped our hands, entwining my fingers with Noah’s and resting them on his moving leg, rubbing my thumb delicately across his skin. His hands were clammy but I held on in compassion, creating a soothing, rhythmic touch on the top of his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, to which he placed his on top of mine.

Without saying anything I began to inhale through my nose, expiring throughout my mouth, and Noah eventually caught on, mimicking my breathing pattern. Opening up his palm, I ran the tips of my finger up and down each appendage, tracing the outline of his hand before circling his palm, moving from the centre outwards, before repeating the pattern. Noah analyzed my movements for a moment longer, and I sat up, turning my body to face him.

He watched me, eyes still filled with worry but transitioning to appreciation, before he closed his eyes, pushing his face into the side of mine affectionately. He stayed there for a moment, the soft breath of his exhale brushing across my cheek. With my free hand, I reached up, pushing the bangs delicately out of his face, running my hands through his hair, hoping the sensations helped distract him from his anxiety, even for a brief moment.

I felt sympathy for him, knowing that this must be the anxiety Nick mentioned that Noah’s struggled with lately. Fans have been crazy, and for someone who has always had a low social battery, I can imagine it must be even more difficult for him.

I gave Noah a small smile, before leaving in, giving him a delicate kiss of love and confidence, showing him that he is supported.

“Better?” I whispered, and Noah squeezed my hand in response, eyes lingering on me for a moment more before he let out another breath.

“I don’t know how I survived so long without you.” He whispered back, almost sighing in relief.

I couldn’t help but blush, resting my head on him again, and he wrapped his arm around me now, leaning me into his chest.

Once we arrived we were rushed into the building. Thankfully there were no fans out yet because we were so early- but I was glad because otherwise, rumours would start. Noah held my hand the entire way, only letting go once we arrived at the green room, and him heading to the washroom.

My eyes followed him as he left, the door closing quickly. I then turned to look at Ruffilo who patted me on the head.

“Nice work Y/N/N.” he hugged me, and I breathed into his chest, sighing.

Folio nodded in agreement, “Wow. I haven’t seen him calm down that fast in a while.”

I frowned, looking at the three of them sadly, “this is a usual occurrence?”

Jolly nodded, “unfortunately. Ever since the fans found out shit about where we lived and dug up stuff from his past, he hasn’t been the same.”

I turned, watching the door, waiting for Noah to return, “that breaks my heart.”

The boys nodded, agreeing.

“But honestly, we still have a fuck ton of fun,” Ruffilo said, reassuring me.

“Yea,” Folio said, beginning to drum the air, “now we get to fuck around until sound check.”

I laughed, “And that means?”

“Tomfoolery,” Jolly said, a glint in his eye, “and shots!”

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“Fuck I hate vodka,” Noah grumbled, eying the shot glass with a look of disgust, lip curling.

“Don’t be such a pussy, Sebastian,” I raised a brow, the boys cheering as I downed the shot, my nose scrunching as the alcohol burned my throat.

Noah plugged his nose before shooting it back, shaking his head as he swallowed it, coughing.

“That shit is literally vile,” he whined, chugging some juice to mask the flavour.

“Don’t be so dramatic pretty boy, you’re fine,” Jolly laughed, patting Noah’s back.

“You don’t know shit about fuck,” Noah glared, laughing.

“I don’t know shit about fuckin, but I know shit about everything else!” Jolly said, downing a shot himself, and I laughed, smiling harder than I probably have in years.

“Aight boys, time for soundcheck,” Noah said, before extending a hand for me to take. Entwining our fingers he led me with them. I had to admit this was very exciting, getting to see the process of how behind the scenes worked.

Once each section was set up, Folio started drumming, and I watched in amazement as his feet followed his arms, beginning to alternating patterns, hitting the double beat and cymbals.

“He’s extremely talented!” I said, appreciating the opportunity to watch Nick without any other sound present- just the drummer.

“Folio is a complete animal on stage.” Noah agreed, folding his arms and watching in approval.

It was Ruffilo’s turn next, then Jolly, and then Noah.

Noah held the mic close, fiddling with his earpiece, hitting a variety of notes. I watched in amazement, falling completely in love with his ‘acoustic’ voice. It was rare that I got to hear him bare, without any music.

Once they finished, they packed up, and Noah explained how the rest of the show was going to work. They were going to let the audience in soon.

“Are you sure you want to stay in the crowd?” Noah asked, reluctant.

I nodded reassuringly, “of course! I gotta get the bad omen experience.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Nick joined us, placing an arm across my shoulders.

“But- how else is he supposed to get a good luck kiss between songs?” Ruffilo teased as I leaned into him, slapping his chest playfully.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, “he never needed those before and did just fine.”

Noah gave me a cheeky grin, “ok but now that I can have a good luck kiss, it’s gotta be a ritual now.”

I shook my head, smiling at him, “Whatever, I’m going to go get my fangirl on.”

I turned into Nick, squeezing him, “break a leg, but not literally,” I said.

“I’ll try not to or will I-“ he laughed, before turning to head to Folio and Jolly.

“I’ll let security know to keep an extra close eye on you, I don’t want you getting hurt- especially if a wall of death breaks out.” Noah said cautiously, “And I want you to be against the bar the entire time, and make sure to stay centred so I can keep an eye on you, ok?”

I tilted my head to the side, giving him a ‘really’ look.

“Noah,” I grabbed his t-shirt by the collar, standing on my tiptoes as I pulled him close to me, noses inches apart. Noah’s breathing quickened, his lips parting gently as his eyes trailed between my mouth and eyes rapidly.

“I’ll be okay,” I whispered, closing the gap between our lips, and kissing him hard. Our mouths moved together, Noah wrapping his arms around me, folding into each other.

I pulled away, Noah following reluctantly, moaning in protest.

“Good luck,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Noah kissed me again quickly, before letting me pull away. As I turned to follow security, he grabbed my wrist, holding me for a moment, his eyes darkening. I watched him confused, before the sentence left his lips.

“Don’t forget what I said, you better be backstage by the time Dethrone is finished.”

A flash of heat washed throughout my body as I nodded, and Noah smiled. “Good. See you soon princess.”

Noah walked away, turning back once to give me a brief wink, and I flushed, following security towards the stage. I hopped down, standing right against the barricade.

Within fifteen minutes the venue started filling, the string of fans running towards the front, some even beginning to push into my back. I held onto the bar firmly, not letting myself be shoved to leave the spot. I shared eye contact with a security guard and I nodded, reassuring him I was okay.

About an hour went by, and eventually, the lights went dark, and the fans erupted into a roar.

I too began screaming, the adrenaline of excitement coursing through my veins. Seconds later the stage lit up with a visual, a video beginning to play. Noah, lying on a mattress with an initiation mask began speaking:

Why do you care about these people?

They don’t care about you- none of them?

They don’t even know you- because you haven’t shown them.

Black and white visuals flashed on the screen, and my heart raced with excitement.

Every day, you’ll wake up, and there’ll be less of you.

You live your life for them,

and they don’t even see you.

You don’t even see yourself.

Jolly walked out on stage, still completely dark, but the guitar riff to artificial suicide began.

Can you hear me through the white noise?

Fans screamed, bodies pushing against me in excitement, waiting for the brunette god to walk onto the stage.

The bass dropped, Folio’s drum beat taking over Jolly’s riff, as Ruffilo walked across the stage, masked, bass pumping through my ears. Fans howled again.

“Can you hear me you sick fucks?”

The crowd went feral.

Noah strutted into the stage, the embodiment of confidence and poise, swinging his arms before stopping mid-stage, gazing over the crowd, a hand covering his chest in appreciation for the turnout. His face was covered, only his eyes and mouth barely visible, as a black jacket and hood covered his body- it was almost a shame he was so modest, but I knew that in a few songs, he would strip, leaving himself exposed in that tight, black, vest top me and every other Noah fan admired.

“Can you hear me through the white noise!” He screamed into the mic, raising it in the air as smoke filled the venue, and I hollered in awe, yelling for my boys.

“Soaked in the neon glows

Silver-forked tongues talking to you in the digital snow

A glitch in the chain, a loop in the brain

You wanted to break, but you still wanna play the game!”

Noah bobbed around the stage, Jolly and Ruffilo head banging and I took it all in. The lights flashing, the smoke, the raging excitement radiating from the crowd- I smiled, eyes brimming with tears. I couldn’t help but feel proud of Noah and Nick, almost in disbelief that this was for them. They’ve grown so much, and it was entirely different getting to be part of the crowd myself compared to watching them online.

I screamed until my lungs felt raw, my throat burning, sweat dripping down my face.

All of this time sitting inside, sitting in the dark

And every night I can see why you could never stop, yeah

Lying is hard, and the truth comes out anyway

You're going way too far, gonna drop dead at this rate

Noah sat in front of me now, singing into his mic, his hair covering his eyes as I watched, completely fascinated.

There's no another way, don't let me go

Don't dig another grave today

I'll make the same mistakes, I'll never know

Who I was before I faded away into the grey

I gazed at Noah as he walked across the stage slowly, singing intentionally with every word, eyes scanning the crowd before he landed on me.

The song finished, and there was a short break, before Noah came back, jacket gone, the only thing remaining a pair of black cargo pants, boots, and that stupid fucking tank top.

The lighting defined Noah’s arms, his tattoos glistened from the sweat, and my heart began to race once again. My mind began to race with a million thoughts, but it kept landing on how good he’d look with his head tilted back as I took him in my mouth- or how much I wanted him to give me everything from behind, hands wrapped around my throat.

“What is up my friends!” Noah boomed, waving his arms, as the crowd yelled.

“We are bad omens and we are so fucking thankful to be here tonight!”

Nick hit the kick peddle of the drum kit in excitement, acknowledging the fans.

“We are gonna play an old song for ya, how does that sound?”

The crowd cheered.

“Who knows if I’m there?”

The crowd screamed again.

There are scars that'll never ever show themselves

You get when you're left alone too long in Hell

They tried to keep in the secrets that you wouldn't tell

But they just stripped you for parts you had to sell

Noah crouched in front of the crowd, reaching his arms out. He followed down the front, until stopping right in front of me. Arm extended, the body of hands around me grabbing onto his arms, but he left his hand open.

Noah sang into the mic, watching my eyes with every move. I stared up at him with a smile breaking out onto my face.

Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

I didn't want to believe how much you needed help

And I just left you to be all by yourself

And now I wish I had seen that you weren't doing well

But I just came back to see how hard you fell

I raised my arm, grabbing onto Noah’s hand, feeling my breath hasten as an immense amount of emotions washed over me. Here I was, being sung to, in front of thousands of people- yet it felt like it was just me and Noah.

His words were for me, and my heart raced, pounding out of my chest as we gazed at each other. He squeezed my hand before letting go, making his way down the rest of the stage.

There was a short intermission, and I felt my phone buzz.

Checking it, I noticed Noah texted.

‘Don’t forget what I said.’

I chuckled, shaking my head as I responded.

‘I’ll be there you dork. You guys sound fucking amazing, you’re killing it.’

Seconds later, Noah responded.

‘Don’t take your eyes off me for this next one.’

My breath hitched in my throat, and the lights dimmed inside the venue again, before the bass began, introducing The Death of Peace of Mind.

My mind began to race again, and as Noah stepped onto the stage, his eyes immediately latched onto me.

I made another mistake, thought I could change

Thought I could make it out

Promises break, need to hear you say

You're gonna keep it now

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you touch, the way you taste

When the curtains call the time

Will we both go home alive?

It wasn't hard to realize

Love's the death of peace of mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

Noah never broke eye contact during the entire song. Despite walking across the entire stage, his eyes never left mine- and I refused to let mine leave his.

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

Noah ‘Look at me’ Sebastian let his fingers flow to his lips, taking the shape of a V as he licked between them, the crowd going ballistic. I felt my own stomach begin to churn.

You come and go in waves

Leaving me in your wake

You come and go in waves

Swallowing everything

Are you satisfied?

The crowd screamed again, and once the song finished the introduction to Dethrone began. I motioned over the security, who helped me crawl over the barrier and escorted me away from the crowd. As I headed up the stage and walked behind the curtain, I watched the side view of the performance, the boys thrashing out their last song of the night, all energy put into this song.

Here am I, take me to the pearly gates

So I can look you in the eye when I spit in your face

Here am I, take me to the pearly gates

Don't let 'em hit you on the way out when I take your place

As soon as the song finished they walked off stage, the crowd screaming behind them. All the boys smiled as they passed me, nodding sweatily. Noah on the other hand immediately grabbed me, kissing me firmly.

“Good fucking girl.” He said, smiling as his chest heaved with exhaustion. My face blushed again, especially knowing everyone around us heard his praise.

The crowd was screaming behind us again, and the boys had two minutes to compose themselves before going out to wave and bow. I waited patiently, watching them run out and smile with gratitude at the fans below them, throwing an assortment of picks and guitar sticks.

After a few minutes, the boys came back, and before I could say anything Noah instantly grabbed my wrist, pulling me along with him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, confused, but my insides bubbled with excitement.

“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you,” Noah muttered through gritted teeth, sending my heart into a frenzy of nerves. He tugged me through the halls, before finding a door, shoving me into the room.

It appeared to be a smaller version of a green room, the only things inside being a washroom and a couch. Almost like it was placed here just for us.

Locking the door swiftly behind him, Noah led me to the black letter couch sitting down, pulling me onto his lap.

I straddled him, his hands working their way underneath my skirt, gripping at the now-exposed skin.

“You didn’t wear shorts?” Noah moaned, almost instantly hardening at the realization. His tattooed hands ran along the back of my thighs, squeezing periodically, bringing his lips into my neck, biting at the skin gently.

“Do I turn you on that much?” I breathed hastily, closing my eyes, enjoying Noah’s worship over my body. He was fully indulging in me, taking every moment for himself.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he whispered, tugging the shirt off of my body, letting his lips trail across my shoulders, “the only thought I’ve had lately is what it would be like getting to eat you out after performing.”

I smiled at his words, closing my eyes as his lips trailed along my torso, my hips beginning to grind into his. “Are we— are we really going to do this here?”

Noah hummed in response, squeezing me to symbolize a yes.

“Let’s make your thoughts a reality then?” I whispered, and Noah’s eyes leered at me, completely insatiable with hunger.

His hands roamed across my body, and as I rotated on top of him, digging my core into his own, he let out a low groan, body thrusting upwards, slowly.

Noah’s hands pulled away my underwear, leaving me fully exposed underneath my skirt. “God I love the idea of you having nothing on underneath this, such easy access.”

I heard voices passing down the hall, and my head snapped towards the door, chest pounding.

“Th-There are people outside this door—” I said, pushing off Noah slightly, but his inked arms wrapped around me, pulling me back.

“Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” Noah said, chuckling lowly, “Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

Noah stayed sitting, but pushed himself deeper into the couch as I crawled up, allowing myself to be right above him, almost hanging over the couch; his breath left a cooling sensation on my skin, and I shuddered in anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me,” Noah demanded, pulling at my thighs.

“Spread them wider,” he said, and I tried, splitting myself completely for his need.

“Noah, please,” I whimpered, my body soaking for him, yet dreaded not being touched.

“Look at you,” he tskd, letting his long fingers rub along my folds, “coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 

“Please,” I whispered ever so lightly, gripping into the back of the couch.

Noah’s fingers danced around my skin for a moment longer before he explored my body, inviting himself into my space and causing my thighs to desire to squeeze shut; but Noah held a firm grip, forcing me against his mouth. His tongue circulated me, before he sucked, moaning against my sensitive skin.

“Jesus Christ, I love the way you taste,” Noah slapped my behind, squeezing so hard I knew there would be a mark. I winced at the impact, but my body began to convulse against his lips as he assaulted me where I needed him most.

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that,” I moaned, rolling myself into his skin, trying to create more friction for my need. One of Noah’s hands left my skin, trailing down towards his cargo pants as he freed himself, and began to touch his own body.

“I want you to fuck me so bad Noah,” I cried, pushing into him desperately as I watched him pleasure his own impulse, slim fingers cascading through his heat.

“You’ll get that once we get home.” He said, panting from beneath me, “I want you to come all over my face.”

My mouth hung open as my orgasm built, ears began to ring. I let out a moan way louder than intended, causing Noah to begin to thrust into his hips, his body twitching with complete craving. His breathing quickened and I felt him struggle against me as I cried out, pushing against him one final time as I came undone, and Noah released all over his taped hand, rubbing out his own desire.

I panted, pulling myself off of his face and down into his lap, sitting on his mess.

“Imagine how amazing you’ll sound when I’m fucking you senseless.” Noah’s eyes were closed as he smiled and tilted his head back in satisfaction, out of breath.

After a moment I pulled him into a kiss, and we whispered praises against one another’s lips, which was met with gentle moans. 

“I love getting to know you like this.” He sighed, pulling back to look at me as we heaved together, exhausted.

I smiled at him, pressing my forehead against his own, appreciating what Noah and I had begun to build amongst our friendship.

I kissed him again, softly, my body flushing with heat again, “Will you let me ride you when we get back?”

Noah’s deep October eyes opened with lust, staring me down once again with an immense amount of need. “Only if you moan my name for everyone to hear.”

Oh god help me

[apieceofmi]

STRANGERS

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Two strangers on a train.

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I hate weekends in my hometown. I hate the person that I’m there and how everybody already has an opinion formed about who I am, there's no possibility of change when I'm in that place. But it's family… And we are supposed to visit family, right?

Sometimes I think the weight in my chest when I left isn't worth it. 

I'm already on the train coming back to where I live now, but I still can't take my mind out of that place. Flashbacks of moments that I lived in the past three days keep coming for every word that I read in the book that I’m trying to finish. Everything that I can think about is: how can people that I love so much can be so mean? 

Silly girl, she doesn't do anything right.

Did she win a prize? Well, but that one doesn't matter.

She's feeling too much, seeing things where they do not exist.

Silly girl, you are never gonna be enough.

“What are you reading?” A throaty voice takes me out of my thoughts. My eyes flew to the man sitting opposite of me, something on his face tells me that the question was unexpected for him too.

“Uh?” I ask, even if I understand what he says, maybe giving him a chance to just pretend that nothing happened. But now all the unexpected things are gone in his posture, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“You already stopped three times now, so I'm guessing that it's embarrassing or really bad that you can't even continue?” he speculates. “Just got me curious about what you're reading.”

I chuckle, shaking my head.

“A romance. A good one, but…” I sighed, looking down at my e-reader. “I'm just not in the mood, I think.”

When I look back at him and our gaze connects, it's like something changes in the air. His dark brown eyes studied me and I feel my heart racing. I don't know what, but something is happening here. Some detail on his face gives me the impression that I've already known him. Dark brown hair, pale skin covered with tattoos, he's obviously beautiful, but… These eyes tickle my heart. It's almost too comfortable. It just feels… right.

Jesus Christ, am I going crazy?

I'm not the kind of person who talks with anyone, I'm the opposite of an extrovert actually, but I don't want - don't even think that I can - ignore his presence and pretend that nothing happened. So I make words come out of my mouth, transforming any chance that I see in him into a subject.

“What are you listening to?” I ask, noticing that he's wearing earbuds.

“Nothing. I put this on so people don’t talk to me.” He grins. “You should try this next time.”

My eyebrows rise and a teasing smile forms on my lips. 

“Right, so strangers on a train don't start conversations with me.”

“Yes, people are so inconvenient these days.” He mocked. “Like, it's the first time that I take this train but If I knew it was so well attended, I would take it more often. Even though I'm just passing around this area… But you don't want to know about this”

“No.” I laugh, biting my lip. “Actually, it's the first time that this train is well attended, if you randomly want to know.”

He adjusted in his seat, crossing his arms with a pleasing look on his face. 

“So, you take this very often?” His question is a snap of the fingers, reminding me of where I am and why I'm on this train one more time. My smile slowly fades. “Yes. More than I want.” 

He's quick, changing the subject and dragging me to talk about things that I normally don't talk about with strangers. The time flies and I wish I could stop the world from spinning just for a little more of this moment.

Two hours later, when we arrive, all I can think about is: how can a person that I met less than a day make me feel better than someone that I had known my entire life?

The conversation slowly fades while we arrange the baggage that we have with us so we can leave. I stand, thinking how to say goodbye. 

“Hey” he shouts and I look at him. “Can you tell me your name?”

I force a smile, feeling my whole world crashing inside when all my insecurities involve me in a tight embrace that I have no choice or escape. I like the way he looks at me and I don't want to ruin that image. Sometimes - every day - I have this feeling that I’m invisible. Everybody passes through me and doesn't notice, too ordinary to stain a life. If he gets to know me, whatever we create here, it's going to vanish. The voice is back whispering in my ear. “You have the personality of a door, nobody remembers you.”

A memory worth more than a disappointment? 

A mystery certainly does.

“You're a good trip partner, stranger” I said, then left.

Stupid girl, you should have said your name. 

Three months have passed since that day, I've already taken this train more times than I should. Every single time I remember him, hoping that the universe gives me one more chance.

I keep looking at the door, he never comes back.

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Author’s note: I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language. I hope you like it. xx

Part two

[sammyjoeee]

I actually cannot explain how hot this is 😭

[lacy1986]

This freezing cold and snowy weather makes me think of cuddling in a blanket fort with Noah while having a movie marathon.

[lilgarbitch]

lovesick - Noah Sebastian

Beside You Pt. 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: groveling, anxiety, angst, the whole shabang

Word Count: 4.5k

Author‘s Note: 🫵🏻 HAHA SUCKERS jk i hope you enjoy

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986

Y/N

I had to force myself out of bed again today. Some days are better than others, but days like these, ones where I don‘t have work or anything planned, I have to give myself a reason to actually get up. Sometimes just the walk to the living room is all I can do, but today I‘m making myself do some shopping. The cupboards are running dry and I‘ve been surviving on delivery for too long to be healthy. After throwing on presentable but comfortable clothes, I make my way to the grocery store. 

My mind has been in a fog for as long as I can remember, so as I shop, I have to repeatedly check my list to make sure I don‘t forget anything, causing me to circle the store a few times. As I make it to the wine aisle, far back into the store, I hear a bit of laughter nearby. Like a bunch of college kids on their first grocery trip together who can‘t help but laugh at everything. It puts a small smile on my face, remembering what it was like to try and do things like this with the boys. Folio always doing whatever he could to make us laugh, Noah tripping over his own feet (Or Nick‘s) and almost crashing the cart, and Nick pretending like he hated us for causing a ruckus, even if he was constantly adding to it. 

I let the small sweet memory play in my mind as I scan the aisle, debating on what I wanted. I‘ve been good with drinking away my sorrows in the last few years, calming down after the first one, but I never know when those days will creep back in, so I decide on two bottles of a sweet, low ABV wine, and place them in my cart. I pause to take one last glance at my list, making sure I got everything, before looking back up to start heading to the check-out. 

And that‘s when my eyes land on someone. Someone in a cap, sunglasses, too familiar long hair, and an identical sleeve as Nick‘s. Every cell in my body froze as I watched him walk towards the aisle near mine, eyeing up the rows of beer. I watch as he decides on a case, grabbing it and finally lifting his head. His eyes barely grazed mine, before he did a double take. And then we just stand there, staring at each other. After a few moments, he blinks, glances behind him for a second, and then turns back towards me. I can practically hear the gears spinning in his head, debating how he wants this interaction to go. Or maybe they‘re the gears in my mind, thinking the same thing. Finally, he starts walking towards me, an awkward yet warming smile on his face. 

‘‘Y/N…Hi,“ He practically whispers, knocking me back into reality as I finally hear his voice again after almost 4 years. 

‘‘Uh..Hi. How are you?“ I almost grimace at how awkward this is, when, for years, we used to be able to talk about anything.

‘‘I‘m good. The boys and I are actually playing a show at the Canal Club tonight,“ He rushes out, like he needed to explain why he was finally here after so long. I nod, trying to show how proud I was, and not the pain and fear I was feeling, knowing that they were all back in Richmond tonight, ‘‘How have you been?“

I take the most subtle deep breath I could, needing to put all my energy into putting on a front. It would be embarrassing for him to find out that I‘m still hurting all these years later. That to this day, I‘ve yet to move on and I still miss them all more than anything. 

‘‘I‘m good!,“ I reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically. I try to keep a smile on my face, trying my best not to make it seem too forced, “Still at the same house. Still waitressing at the same place. Not much has changed.”

I almost see a small hint of shock on his face, but he just nods. He’s probably thinking about how I’ve gone nowhere with my life since they left, which was true. Them leaving destroyed me. I haven’t been able to do much other than the bare minimum. But I don’t want him or anyone else to know that, so I just let him know that life is the same old shit as before. 

“Well, you look great. I like what you’ve done with your hair,” He says with a small smile. I mirror his smile, ignoring the fact that he’s talking about the grown out, faded hair that I was currently covering with a beanie. I give him a small thanks, before I see a face pop up out of the corner of my eye. 

My stomach drops, I knew he wasn’t here alone, but I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could handle at the moment without fully preparing myself. All I saw was a tall, tattooed man with long hair walking our way in my peripheral, and I was silently begging to any higher being watching over it wasn’t who I thought it was. And thankfully, they answered. In comes their new member I haven't met yet. Nick glances to the side and gives him a small nod. 

“Jolly, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jolly,” Nick introduces us. I reach my hand out with a small smile, truly happy it was him and not any of the other guys. I pretend I don’t see the small look Nick gives Jolly before we shake hands. 

“Nice to meet you,” I say with the best sweet voice I could muster at the moment. 

“You, too. I’ve always wanted to meet some of the boy’s home friends they talk about,” he replies, with one of the thickest accents I’ve probably ever heard around here. I ignore the way he called me their friend, not knowing if he knows the full story or not. 

“Yeah, we were just uh..catching up. I mentioned that we were playing here tonight,” Nick throws in, trying to keep the conversation going. 

“Oh? They didn’t tell you already?” And there was my answer to if he knew our history or not. “Well why don’t you come down to see us perform? I bet we can hook you up with a ticket.”

I glance at Nick as I debate my answer, and surprisingly, he has an almost hopeful look in his eyes, making me rethink everything. 

“I..Uh..I’ll see if I can free up some time,” I lie.

”Well, we’ll tell them that there’s a free ticket waiting for you with your name on it. Why don’t you text one of the guys when you figure it out so we know. Maybe we can hang out after the show? I bet it’s been a while since you’ve all seen each other,” Jolly says, to which I nod. 

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do. I’m still at the old house, like I said, so we can hang there if the others are up for it,” I awkwardly ramble, already feeling a pit forming in my stomach at the invitation I almost wish I didn’t give, both desperately wanting to have them in my home again, but also knowing I won’t be able to handle it.

Nick nods with an even more hopeful look on his face, and Jolly has a pleased, relaxed look, completely oblivious to what he’s about to witness if we all come together again. They talk a bit about the show, still sounding hopeful I’ll come, before we say our goodbyes, Jolly’s being a “See you later,” as if he already knows I want to see the other boys more than anything. 

My mind was racing even more than before as I pay for my groceries and make my way home. As I look through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. As I stare at my appearance, knowing I’ll see Noah again tonight.

Do I wear something from the time we spent together? It’s not like I’ve gotten that much clothes since then, other than outfits that aren’t really ‘going out’ wear. My hair’s a mess. I have a few hours until the show. Do I redye it? Do I present myself as someone who hasn’t been slowly dying on the inside since the day they left? 

They’ve all changed so much in the last few years, so do I want to show that I have as well? Even though my version of change wasn’t for the better? Or do I show up looking like a day hasn’t passed, wearing what I always used to and bring back old memories like they will for me?

I already know I’m going to spend the next few hours freaking out over everything, knowing it’s going to be an emotional night as well. 

Noah

Folio swats at my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts and causing me to pull my fingers from my mouth as I was chewing my nails with anxiety. I go to glare at him before Nick catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. I asked him to run to the store for snacks and drinks, specifically requesting some type of alcohol in hopes it would ease my nerves just a little bit, so I was thankful he was finally back. But as our eyes met, I see that he has this sheepish look on his face. Then Jolly bounds through the door, as excited as ever. 

“We ran into your friend at the store! She’s really pretty,” he exclaims, causing me to completely stop breathing. I look back over at Nick, probably looking absolutely terrified, and he just nods. 

“You ran into Y/N?” I ask, trying not to sound too excited or worried.

”Yeah! I told her she should come to the show tonight. She even invited us back to her place after, if you guys are up for it,” Jolly answers. 

“She…She’s coming to the show tonight?” I ask slowly, and he nods, completely oblivious to how freaked out I was right now. 

“She didn’t confirm, but I assume she will. I mean, why wouldn’t she want to see you guys after so long? Especially now that we’re touring. I told her to text one of you if she can or not.”

I stare at Jolly for a few moments before turning to Nick, then Folio, all of them staring back at me. Jolly, confused with my reaction, and the other two with a pitying, yet hopeful look on their faces. 

“What am I missing?” Jolly asks. Thankfully, Nick responds.

”Y/N used to be…family. Even more to Noah than the rest of us.” He looked at him even more confused, not catching on yet. 

”Well? What happened?”

”I left.” I answer bluntly, making him turn back to me. 

“What do you mean?”

”I up and left. We were friends since childhood, dating for almost three years…and I left her to move to L.A.” He stares at me, waiting for me to continue, but I don’t.

”And I’m guessing she didn’t take it well?” I shook my head. 

“I purposely didn’t want her to take it well…I completely dropped her. The second I made the decision to leave, I decided it was best to get her to hate me so it wouldn’t hurt more in the long run. But it did. At least for me. It’s been almost four years since I pushed her away and it’s my biggest regret…And now, tonight, I might see her again.”

”Dude, what the fuck? Why the hell wouldn’t you at least try? I understand long distance sucks, but we’re getting big. We could’ve easily covered flights. You could’ve talked on the phone. She could’ve fucking moved out here with you.” Jolly practically berates me. 

“I couldn’t do that to her. I didn’t want to drag her along into my dream when she could’ve chased her own. I couldn’t have her constantly waiting for me while I lived this life, bringing her out here, knowing no one, and never being there for her as we all worked on our band. She’s probably so much better off with this freedom.”

“Noah…When I talked to her earlier, she didn’t look great. She told me she was still living in that house, and hasn’t even changed jobs. She looked like life has been dragging her down ever since. She needed you. Needs you.” Nick cut in, completely catching me off guard. I stare at him as I let his words sink in, not knowing if I hated the regret I felt knowing I absolutely destroyed her by making this decision, or if I was grateful to know that she still needed me as much as I needed her after all these years. 

I let out a sigh and fall back onto the couch, draping my arm over my face as the pain resurfaced once again, this time more confusing. I knew I fucked up, but I kept her waiting all these years. I destroyed a once amazing, happy girl, who was always there for me and my brothers. I made them cut her off too, assuming it would ease the trouble of leaving. This whole time, I was killing us both. As terrified I was, I needed to see her. I needed to make this right. Because I missed her more than anything. 

Y/N

I step into the crowd, hiding myself in the mix of people. I knew from the countless shows that the boys and I went to that I needed to stay off to the side so I didn’t deal with too many pushing people and crowd surfers, definitely not in the mood for that tonight, but I wanted to be close enough to the stage that I could see them well. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. I watched my boys perform together countless times, just always in someone’s garage or dingy little stages in random tiny venues around town. This would be the first time I was actually seeing them perform their dream. 

Apparently, Cane Hill was playing first, then them, so I had a little more time to prepare to see them all for the first time in so long. I was still freaking out over seeing Nick after all these years that I didn’t know how I was going to handle seeing Folio and Noah. Especially Noah. 

I was terrified that they’d be looking for me in the crowd, so I was making sure I was blending in as much as possible, and then I could either sneak back home after if this was too much, or try and find them once they got off stage. 

As the lights finally turned off and the first band took stage, I couldn’t focus. Their music was good, but I couldn’t stop checking my phone, counting down the minutes of their set. I kept fixing my clothes, hoping my skirt wasn’t riding up too much and that I wasn’t over or under dressed. My mind was a mess. I didn’t know how tonight would play out and I was terrified. I kept running possible scenarios in my head of how everything could go wrong or if anything would go right. How do we fix any of this? Was it even worth fixing? 

As Cane Hill walked off stage, I had to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. My stomach was hurting with anxiety and I could hear my heart racing out of my chest. I didn’t open my eyes until I heard cheering around me once more. 

Folio walked on stage, his large smile the same as it’s always been. He walked up to the drum set as Nick and Jolly stepped out, guitar and bass already slung across their fronts as they sauntered into their spots, looking confident as ever. I couldn’t help but smile. Some of my anxiety started to ease. They looked like they were meant to be here. To have a large crowd cheering for them, excited to hear them perform. They deserved this. And that proud feeling was just enough to distract me for the main attraction to sneak onto stage.

There he was…

The love of my life. The one who kept me sane for as long as I can remember. The one who brought me comfort in the darkest times. The one who created even darker times. The man I’ll never forget for as long as I live. Noah was once again standing in front of me. 

I watched as his eyes scanned the crowd, probably looking for me, but thankfully it was dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see. As they started their first song, I couldn’t help but get emotional. To hear his voice in person again, even if it was through speakers like it has been since they released their album, brought me both pain and comfort. He was here. We were once again in the same room. 

As the show went on, I found myself singing along. The music allowed my nerves to calm a little, and being hidden from his sight and just being able to admire him from afar allowed me to feel a sense of peace for the first time in a long time. He sounded amazing. He was meant for the stage. As I let myself join in with everyone else cheering and singing along, I took the chance to really appreciate how much he’s grown. How confident he’s gotten being in the spotlight. How perfect he looks standing in front of hundreds of people, getting admired for his talent. 

And I get so caught up in finally enjoying my time that their set eventually comes to an end. And he speaks into the mic, letting me hear his voice one more time as he introduces the band and thanks everyone for being there. And I listen to his velvety voice being blared through the speakers one last time before they all step off stage. 

And now I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I watch the rest of the show, staying hidden from them? Do I leave? Or do I search for them? The room was practically pitch black as everyone waited for New Year’s Day to come out, so I didn’t think there was much I could do anyway. 

But then I feel my phone buzz in my hand. I look at it and see a text, surprised to see that he hasn’t changed his number and his nickname was still unchanged in my phone.

Nicky- Come to the left side of the stage

I glace up and see his face illuminated by his phone, and without thinking, my legs take me towards him. It was a bit of a struggle to get through the crowd, but finally, I was facing him for the second time today. Once he sees my legs in front of him, he looks up and gives me a small smile.

”So…how was it?” He awkwardly asks. I give him a smile back.

”You guys are unbelievable. I’m so proud of you, I can’t even put it into words,” I say, the comfort of being near him already back like nothing changed. He visibly relaxes at the sound of my tone and his smile grows bigger at my words.

”That means a lot, especially coming from you. I’m really glad you showed tonight, by the way.”

”I’m glad, too. But to be honest, I’m freaking the fuck out right now.” He changes to a warm smile and turns to sling an arm over my shoulder like he always used to when he wanted to comfort me. 

“Trust me. So is everyone else. And I truly mean it when I say I’m glad you showed. I know we fucked up real bad and made a really bad decision, and I couldn’t be more thankful that you don’t hate us for it.” He said with a soft voice as we finally started walking away from the crowd and towards back stage. 

“I could never hate you guys. I definitely felt something close to it when you all left, but I quickly understood why you all did what you did. But I can’t say I’m not still upset with you three, one more than the others.” He nods like he understands what I mean.

”Well that one may be the most regretful of all of us,” He says as he pauses outside their green room, “Folio hasn’t shut up since we told him we ran into you earlier, so you’re going to need to spend some time with him first, but just give me the word, and we’ll give you and Noah some space to talk.”

I give him a soft smile and nod, and he finally opens the door. Within a second of stepping through, I’m being tackled into a hug by Folio, instantly recognizing his scent as my face gets shoved into his chest.

”I missed you so fucking much, Y/N. Holy shit, I’m so happy to see you.” I hug him back for a few moments before patting his back, needing air to respond. 

I let out a soft laugh as he finally pulls away and looks down at me with an apologetic smile. I watch as his eyes take in my appearance and I catch my breath after he practically squeezed it out of me.

”I missed you, too. So much. And you fucking rocked out there,” I said as I grabbed his shoulder and brough him back into another hug, truly missing them. 

“I really hope you aren’t mad at me. I wanted to keep in contact but I didn’t want to hurt you more. Please don’t hate me,” he whispers in my ear as he holds me tight.

”Like I told Nicky, I could never hate you. I love you guys more than anything and am just happy to finally see you again,” I whisper into his. 

We pull away after a minute of our much needed embrace and I greet Jolly before I’m immediately pulled into Nick’s arms.

”It wasn’t fair I haven’t gotten a real one since I’ve seen you,” he mumbles as he squeezes me tight. I laugh softly but just let myself take in the feeling of peace and comfort I’ve been missing all these years.

These boys were my family and even after not seeing them for so long, the love has yet to die. And to know that they’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed them is making me emotional again. I really hope I don’t cry just yet. I still had one more boy to get to. I can feel his eyes on me. His presence filling the room and running my nerves rampant. Nick finally pulls away, laughing at something Folio said as my eyes instantly drift to where he sat.

In that moment, I think we both stopped breathing as we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Seeing him so close again brought back so many feelings. Feelings from our time spent together. Feelings of our time apart. The love and the anger. The longing and the resentment. The grief. 

“Y/N…” he practically whispers out as he slowly stands up from his seat and makes his way towards me. 

“Noah..” I croak out, my emotions already collecting in my throat. 

As we finally stand in front of each other, I hear the other boys step out of the room, giving us our space without me even asking for it. I almost want to be mad they left me alone with the man that has haunted my every living moment, but I’m also thankful, not knowing how this is going to go and not wanting to cry in front of anyone but him. 

“I-…How are you?” he softly asks. I just stare at him, letting his voice play in my head after not hearing it for so long. 

“I’m…good,” I finally answer, lying. His eyes trail over my face, already knowing my expressions better than me, and definitely catching my lie. 

“I’m not. I-…Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice cracks towards the end, and I can feel my eyes starting to well up with tears. 

“Noah. I just…Why?”

”I love you so much, Y/N. I love you so fucking much and I regret everything I’ve done. I thought I was making a good decision at the time, but I’ve regretted it ever since,” he gushes. 

“So you never reach out? You just leave me in the dark for four years? You drop me out of the blue one day, get your life together, and leave me in the dust? All alone? I couldn’t even talk to Nick or Folio!” I can see him grimace as I raise my voice. 

“I thought it was for the better. I thought it was selfish to ask you to join us. I thought that if I…if we left you behind, you wouldn’t feel overshadowed. I knew our focus was going to be put into the music and I couldn’t drag you along just to make you feel unappreciated.” His eyes were now turning red and he was waving his hands, reaching out for me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was about to drop to his knees and beg me for forgiveness. 

“Noah. I’d do anything for you. I still love you. Despite the fact you did me so wrong. But you told me that you loved me and then you went and left me. I just..” I sigh and turn around, moving to sit on the couch, burying my face into my hands as my voice turns into more of a whisper, “Why’d you do this to me? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I can’t do much of anything at all… I’ve been so sick since you left.”

He moved to crouch in front of me, trying to look into my eyes. I sniffle and look up at him, desperately needing to see more of his face after so long, even if it’s covered in pain. His hand slowly reaches out, debating on touching me before finally placing it on my knee. 

“I’ve been dying on the inside since we left. I need you, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this without you…I now know how wrong I was.”

”Noah…”

TO BE CONTINUED

[lilgarbitch]

Beside You - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: angst<3

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Blame @xmads-omensx

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @enemiestolovershoe @blade-dressed-in-red @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera

Y/N

My pillow was slowly soaking up the tears beside me as I stared up at the ceiling. I could feel the wetness on my ears from the sunken cushion. My breathing had finally calmed after hours of sobs that still ached my chest, but my tears had no stop in sight. My sleeve was coated in snot, being too exhausted to grab any tissues or even a towel. I was broken. I didn’t know when I was going to move next. I didn’t have a reason to move again. 

He was gone. Finally left for Los Angeles to pursue his true love and passion. Not me. Music. I still remember the look on Nick’s face when Noah didn’t even glance my way as I watched them all pack up the car with the last of their things, hoping I could catch one last word or touch from him. Pure pity. Like he knew Noah had given up on anything but his future, leaving everything, including me, behind. Folio had been nice enough to give me one last quick hug and a few encouraging words, but it wasn’t enough. 

Not only had Noah ignored me, it was like he managed to get the others to want to as well. Or maybe they were all okay with leaving me behind. You’d think years of memories and laughter with the boys would mean they’d spare me anything more than a spontaneous talk of their plans with nothing more to give. 

I wanted to make it work. I tried giving him and the others ideas to stay in touch. I’d save up to visit them. We could talk on the phone. Fuck, at this point, I’d be okay with an occasional text, as long as it meant they still cared. But the day Noah told me their plan, it was like he turned into a different person. Slowly cancelling plans until we just stopped making them at all. He was too busy planning or packing. They were trying to put a deposit down on a nice place and apparently discussing with a realtor took weeks. Every text I sent was given one excuse or another until I just stopped sending them. 

I managed to keep my tears to myself until I watched their car drive off, heading for the airport, but the minute I stepped into mine, my vision went blind and my head rang with emotion. And I drove home like that, not caring if I could see the road or not. If I could even catch my breath at stop signs or if I even stopped at them. I was destroyed and lost my will to care. 

I barely made it up the stairs to my room, seeing all the memories we made in every room of the house. Movie nights in the living room, Noah and I cuddled up in blankets with over seasoned popcorn. The boys overfilling my kitchen and practically destroying it on nights where they decided they could make a drunk snack together. The stairs the boys raced up multiple times, tripping and almost breaking teeth each time. The ones Noah has passionately carried me up on multiple occasions, taking me to the very bed I’m lying in. If I turn my head, I’m almost convinced I could smell him on my sheets, even if it’s been weeks since he’s even been near the house, let alone my bed. 

By now, they're probably all reaching their new house, excitedly moving everything in and calling dibs on bedrooms. Blasting music and singing along like we used to on days I’d help them with chores or vice versa. I always took it as my job to watch over them and make sure no one got hurt with how excited and rowdy they can get, and I feel a small pang of worry in my chest that they’ll no longer have someone to look out for them, despite them never actually needing it, always having each other. 

Tears are still falling down my cheeks, collecting in puddles next to my ears, just a little slower now. I must finally be running out. My chest still hurts from the soul crushing sobs that almost didn’t stop. It was finally getting dark, meaning it was getting late, and I couldn’t tell if the exhaustion was going to knock me out or keep me up. I couldn’t feel anything other than my swollen eyes, wet pillow, pounding head, and aching chest. 

I don’t know when I started counting them, maybe after the first few weeks of wallowing in my own pity, but tonight will be my 57th night sleeping alone. And so many more were to come. How he went from never wanting to leave my bed to never failing to find an excuse to stay away from it will forever leave me in mystery, but he got his wish. He won’t have to see me again. He and the boys will never have to see this house again. Maybe one day, I’ll follow in their footsteps and move away, just incase they’re worried they’d run into me if they ever came to visit. 

I thought I’ve already gone through all the stages of grief dealing with them pulling away, but I think now that I know they’re gone, I’ve just barely moved onto anger. And most of it isn’t even anger towards them. It’s towards myself. A pitiful sense of anger. Because how could this happen to me? How could I lose the boys I called my family from day one? What could I have done that they were willing to so easily leave me behind like I was nothing? 

Night eventually turns into day, the only thing I consider sleep being the moments my eyes closed long enough to remember every moment we spent together. Maybe I could treat them as dreams, convincing myself that getting them back was nothing more than a fantasy I created in my head. 

Noah

I barely spoke the entire trip, pretending to be asleep most of the plane ride. Even as we moved everything into our new place, I didn’t join in on arguing over the rooms, just taking the one they gave me. It must’ve been out of pity, as it was the master bedroom, but all I could think of was how small I felt in such a large space. 

I silently carried my bags and boxes in, most of our belongings getting here a week before we did, and it was just sitting around the room, unpacked. I didn’t even unpack any clothes, still lying in what I threw on this morning before shoving the rest of my things into bags. 

I couldn’t do anything more than lie here, replaying that pained look on her face as I ignored her last wish of a goodbye. I know what I did was fucked, but to hurt her was going to make this easier. I was too focused on this dream to even think I could make this work without hurting her in the future. Days were going to get busier and I’d slowly drift away as my music became my number one priority. I couldn’t watch it happen over time. It needed to be said and done. 

So I laid here, staring at the plain white walls and ceiling, seeing her face in every after image. Silent words are hard to speak, but her thoughts were all I could see. “Don’t ever leave,” she said with the broken look in her eyes. It killed me, but I had to make it work. I had to leave her, despite every cell in my body being pulled back towards her.

Ever since the night I told her we were leaving, I could barely sleep a wink alone, but to fall asleep underneath the same sky again is out of the question, so I know I’d have to get used to it now. 

One day, we will start touring. Everyday, somewhere new. I want that to be a sense of comfort, knowing my dreams, but I can’t help but make a silent promise to come home soon. A chance to bring me back to her. When we both finally wake underneath the same sun again, I hope I don’t run into her, knowing time will stop and I’ll wish that I could rewind. But I can’t. As much as I wish I could’ve brought her with me and made her a part of my journey, I just knew, deep in my heart, that I had to ruin it before time did. I couldn’t make her stop her entire life just for me. I had dreams and so did she, and I couldn’t put mine above hers, no matter how badly I wanted to stay beside her.

PART TWO

[sammyjoeee]

WELLL FUCK ME

✧.* noah sebastian

[silent-stories]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Pairing: underground fighter! noah x reader

Series summary: You’re dragged to watch an illegal fight, and after the match, you meet Noah, a fighter who seems to be battling more than just his opponents.

Tw: violence, blood, wounds, drugs/alcohol mentions

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The building almost looked dead from the outside.

It was hidden deep in a forgotten corner of the industrial district, tucked between rows of abandoned warehouses and loading docks long out of use. It had no sign, barely any light, nothing that marked it as anything but another slab of concrete and rust.

The only hint that something was happening inside were the muffled voices coming through the metal door and the occasional chatting of people slipping in.

You stepped out of the car and pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. The wind bit through your sleeves, but Kole didn’t seem to feel it. He was already circling the front of the car with a grin plastered on his face, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket like he was trying to play it cool.

He was dark-haired, his eyes green, dressed in black from head to toe except for the gray jacket he always wore. A trace of stubble darkened his jaw, the kind that came from not bothering to shave for at least two days.

“Come on,” he said. “Don’t be weird about it.”

You didn’t move right away. Your eyes lingered on the building.

Could you still walk away? Pretend you weren’t about to watch two men try to kill each other while strangers bet on who’d bleed the least?

Kole bumped your shoulder lightly.

“I told you, this place is insane. You’ve never seen anything like it."

You gave him a flat look. “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

He laughed.

“C'mon. I’ve got two hundred on the guy fighting tonight. Undefeated. Everyone’s saying he’s a beast, fast as hell, never goes down.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And if he does?”

Kole grinned wider. “He won’t.”

He reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze, then started toward the building. You followed, reluctantly. The gravel crunched under your boots as you crossed the lot, the only sound besides those muffled voices growing louder the closer you got.

As you neared the metal door, someone slipped out, a man in a black hoodie, talking fast on a phone, his head down. He looked angry, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. You wondered if he’d lost a bet, or if someone had tricked him somehow.

You hadn’t even stepped inside yet, and you already hated the place.

Kole knocked twice.

A slot in the door slid open with a metallic rasp. A pair of sharp eyes peered out. They flicked to Kole, then to you, then back again.

Kole spoke first. “We’re good. Dean’s expecting me.”

Dean was one of the organizers of the illegal fights, a guy your boyfriend had met a few months earlier and seemed to have quickly become close with. He was the one who had introduced Kole to that world, telling him it was fun and that you could make good money if you knew how to bet, and bet with the right people. Kole had already been to three matches without you before that night.

A pause. Then the door creaked open just wide enough for the two of you to slip inside.

You were struck by the smell first: a mix of sweat, beer, smoke, metal (you wondered if it was blood, and you hoped not) and weed.

The place was big and the walls were streaked with faded graffiti and tinted yellow, like the place had been dipped in old whiskey. The ceiling was high, with led lights casting a warm glow over the room.

People were packed in tight, standing, laughing, drinking.

The ring at the centre wasn’t a ring at all. It was a square outlined with chain and caution tape, the floor inside scuffed and stained in too many places to count.

Kole tugged your arm.

“Come on. We need to get closer before it fills up.”

You didn’t move.

“Kole, this—”

“It’s fine,” he cut you off. “Just stick close to me.”

You let him pull you through the crowd. The voices got louder. You caught fragments of conversation, names, bets, someone bragging about how much cash they’d put down.

A man passed by with a clipboard, calling out something over the music. People handed over bills without hesitation.

You found a spot near the makeshift ring, the crowd pressing in tight all around.

Suddenly, Dean appeared beside Kole, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man,” he said with a grin. Then his eyes shifted to you. “Finally! It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he added, nodding in your direction.

Kole smiled and introduced you quickly, but you barely caught the words over the noise.

Dean turned back to Kole. “Placed your bet?”

“Two hundred.”

Dean nodded, a knowing smile crossing his face. “Good call. Sebastian doesn’t stand a fucking chance tonight.”

Kole grinned wider. “Then everyone betting on him’s crazy. But good for me.”

Before you could say anything, someone called Dean’s name from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, then back at Kole.

“I gotta go. Enjoy the show,” he said, clapping Kole on the shoulder once more before disappearing into the crowd.

You turned back to Kole, trying to find some kind of comfort. He caught your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Relax,” he said quietly. “It’s not as bad as it looks. You’ll get used to it.”

You glanced around. The crowd was mostly men, gruff, loud, sizing each other up or lost in their bets. A few women were scattered through the room. One was pressed against a wall in the far corner, kissing a man fiercely. Another laughed with a bottle clutched in her hand.

As you were still scanning all the people in that place, Kole spoke again, his mouth close to your ear, his voice low so only you could hear. “There, see that guy? That’s Sebastian. Or Noah, whatever you wanna call him.” He nodded toward a tall figure on the other side of the room with his back mostly turned, speaking quietly to another man.

He had broad shoulders but didn’t look too muscular, he wore a black tank top and seemed covered in tattoos. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and he lifted a hand to brush some strands out of his eyes.

He had a silver bracelet around one wrist, something simple that caught the light when he moved, and both his hands were wrapped in black tape.

His tattoos, unlike some of the harsher ones you'd seen around the place, looked almost softer, though you couldn’t make out the details clearly, they seemed to be flowers and leaves wrapped around his arms.

He turned around, and for a moment, his brown eyes met yours. They looked tired but not cold, just like someone who’d been through a lot and had nothing left to lose.

Kole didn’t seem to notice.

There was something softer about him, and not only the way his tattoos looked. Something that didn’t quite fit the image he was trying to project. He looked like someone playing the part of the scary fighter because it was expected of him, not because that was really him.

Then, he shifted his weight and turned slightly, continuing his conversation with the man in front of him like he’d never looked at you at all.

You leaned in a little closer to Kole, still watching the guy across the room. “Why are you so sure he’s gonna lose tonight?”

Kole gave a short laugh under his breath, like the answer was obvious. “Because you haven’t seen the guy he’s fighting yet.”

You opened your mouth to ask another question, but before you could get the words out, a loud metallic clang rang out, not quite a bell, more like someone slamming a steel bar against a pipe. The noise cut through the music and chatter, and almost instantly everyone turned toward the ring, voices rising and shouting.

You saw Noah stepping toward the makeshift ring, his movements calm, almost slow. He climbed through the chain barrier with ease, black-taped hands flexing slightly as he adjusted his stance.

Then his opponent followed.

If Noah was tall, around 6’3”, the other guy was towering. At least 6’8”, maybe more, and built like he was carved from concrete. His arms were huge, veins visible even from where you stood. He looked strong and he moved like he was sure he was going to win.

And just like that, it made sense.

You suddenly understood why Kole had bet against Noah. Why everyone probably had.

Because standing next to this guy, Noah really looked like he had no chance.

Noah stood still, head slightly lowered, hands loose at his sides. The other guy rolled his shoulders back and flexed his neck like he couldn’t wait to tear something apart.

Then the signal came.

No bell. No referee. They weren't even wearing boxing gloves or any dental protection. Just a shouted “Go!” from somewhere in the crowd, and they moved.

Noah darted forward first. Fast. Faster than you'd expected. He closed the space between them in a second and ducked low, slipping just under a wide punch that would’ve taken his head off. He twisted to the side and landed a quick jab to the ribs, nothing extremely heavy, but enough to make the bigger man grunt and pivot.

They circled.

Noah stayed moving, fast on his feet. The other guy was slower, but every swing he threw felt like it could break bone if it landed.

For a while, it was just movement. Dodging. Glancing hits. The thud of fists against ribs, the crack of footfalls on the stained floor. The crowd screamed every time someone got close to landing something big.

And then, Noah misjudged the angle, maybe by an inch. He went in again, too close this time, and the bigger man caught him.

A punch to the side of his face.

You heard it. That awful, heavy crack of skin on bone.

Noah’s head snapped sideways and he staggered. But before the cheers could even rise, he twisted back with a elbow that landed against the other man’s jaw. A small payback.

It wasn’t enough.

The bigger man slammed his shoulder forward, knocking Noah off balance, and then another hit, straight to the stomach. Noah went down.

He hit the floor hard, one hand catching himself, but there wasn’t time. The next punch came before he could stand. Then another.

Each one landed with a sickening sound, like something breaking.

Noah's opponent took a step back, chest heaving, not from exhaustion, but like he was just getting warmed up.

He turned slightly, raising both arms above his head, palms open as if inviting the crowd to praise him.

And they did. People screamed a name you couldn’t understand, drinks were thrown into the air, fists pounded the chains of the makeshift ring.

Noah pushed himself up again. Blood dripped from his mouth. He swayed on his feet.

The bigger man didn’t wait.

As soon as Noah was back on his feet, blood painting his chin, the other guy launched forward like a freight train.

A kick slammed into Noah’s side.

Noah’s body twisted before crashing to the ground with a thud, skidding across the floor.

He landed right in front of you.

You flinched, instinctively stepping back.

Something slid across the concrete, his bracelet. The silver one that had caught the light earlier. It had somehow come loose in the fall and now scraped its way toward Kole’s boots, stopping just against the toe of his black shoe.

Kole crouched down quickly and snatched it up.

You turned to him, staring. “That’s not yours.”

He grinned, holding the bracelet up between his fingers, letting it dangle in the air like a prize. “This night just keeps getting better, huh?”

“Kole, you can't —”

“I didn’t steal it,” he cut in, slipping the bracelet into his pocket. “I found it. On the ground. Finders keepers.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Noah was still on the floor, coughing, trying to push himself up again. His blood smeared the concrete just inches from your boots.

Noah pushed himself up again, barely. One knee under him, a hand gripping his ribs like it might keep them from shattering altogether. For a second, he found his footing enough to swing another punch.

But the other man saw it coming. He ducked easily, a smug grin stretching across his face like he was enjoying every second of this.

Then he drove a brutal fist into Noah’s ribs.

The sound was sickening, like a crack, or maybe just your imagination, but either way, it made your stomach turn. Noah dropped again, folding over his midsection, arms wrapped around his stomach as he collapsed.

He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before the other fighter was on top of him.

Straddling his chest, pinning him down, and throwing another punch at his face.

Noah tried to block it, but his arms were too slow.

And he punched him again.

His head jerked to the side.

And again.

Blood sprayed against the stained concrete.

He squirmed beneath the weight, tried to raise a hand to hit back, but the punches kept coming.

The crowd cheered and shouted.

But all you could see was a man covered in blood.

On the ground.

Defenseless.

Getting his face caved in.

There was so much blood.

It didn’t even look like a fight anymore. It looked like an attack.

The man on top had already won. It was obvious. Noah wasn’t resisting, wasn’t fighting back, wasn’t even moving anymore. Just jerks and spasms with every blow to his face or stomach.

And no one was stopping it.

You wondered what the rules were. If there were any.

You felt something twist in your stomach. Your mouth went dry.

You couldn’t breathe.

“I need air,” you said, barely loud enough to hear yourself.

Kole turned his head, distracted. “What?”

“I said,” you snapped, louder now, “I need air.”

And then you were moving, shoving through the crowd.

No one probably even noticed.

You were just one more body in the way.

You pushed past shoulders, dodged a man holding a beer who didn’t even glance at you.

You spotted a door at the back.

You hoped it was the exit.

You pushed it open and stumbled into the night.

The door creaked shut behind you with a dull clang, muffling the noise of the crowd just enough that you could finally think. The air outside was cold and sharp, but you welcomed it. It smelled way better than the stink of sweat and blood and beer inside.

The alley stretched out in both directions, empty and quiet. A few scattered streetlamps buzzed overhead, casting pools of pale yellow light that flickered slightly.

Trash bins lined the wall, dented and overflowing in places. A broken pallet leaned against a fence, a cracked bottle near the curb, glittering faintly.

You walked a few steps and sank down onto the edge of the curb. The concrete was cold beneath you. You pulled your coat tighter, but it didn’t help much. You stared at the ground, and you breathed.

In.

Out.

Slow.

Your heart was still racing, and your hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

What you saw in there, wasn’t even sport.

You tried to understand it. Why people would come here. Why they’d want to watch someone get beaten half to death for fun. For money.

Did they ever think about what it looked like after the lights went off? After the winner walked away, and the loser just... stayed down?

You swallowed.

You wondered if anyone had ever died in that ring. If anyone even cared.

It was nothing like the movies. There, the blood was fake and the bruises washed off.

People cheered because they knew it wasn’t real.

But this?

This was real, and it fucking sucked even just being there, even just watching.

You were still sitting there, hunched over, trying to breathe, when the door behind you burst open with a loud clang.

You flinched.

Two men stepped out, each one gripping Noah by an arm. His feet dragged limply behind him, feet scraping over the concrete. His head hung forward, chin against his chest, and his hair, dark and sweat-slicked, clung to his forehead in wet strands. His face was a mess of blood and swelling. One eye was nearly swollen shut, and his cheek was split open. Blood dripped from his nose and his mouth.

They barely even looked at you. One of them opened his hand and shoved Noah forward like he was nothing but trash.

He hit the pavement hard, the sound awful and dull, and then he didn’t move.

Just crumpled there. One arm bent awkwardly beneath him, the other lying useless at his side.

Then the men turned and went back inside, letting the door slam shut behind them.

You stayed silent for a moment, the only sound in your ears the quick thump of your heartbeat. He didn’t move. Not at all. For a fleeting second, your mind raced with the worst thought: maybe he was dead.

Slowly, you inched closer, careful not to rush or startle him. His face was pressed against the cold concrete, one cheek resting flat on the rough surface while the other was hidden beneath tangled strands of dark hair.

You dropped to your knees beside him, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Please, tell me you’re not dead,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Gently, you brushed the hair away from his face with your fingers, trying not to hurt him even more.

His eyelids fluttered open just as your hand made contact, but he didn’t look in your eyes.

“Not yet,” he mumbled.

A small relief washed over you.

He didn’t try to move. He just laid there, face bruised, lips split, blood drying in sharp red lines along his jaw and neck.

“I should probably… get you up or something,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to him.

No answer.

You swallowed and shifted forward an inch.

“Okay, I’m going to help you sit up, alright?” You paused. “Unless that’s a terrible idea.”

His lips barely moved. “They’ve had worse ideas tonight.”

You let out a faint breath that was almost a laugh, then finally reached toward him, slowly, gently, and slid your hand under his shoulder.

He groaned but didn’t protest, and with a little effort, you managed to ease him into a sitting position, his back leaning against the brick wall behind him. He winced through gritted teeth, one hand coming up to press lightly against his ribs.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

“S’alright,” he rasped, closing his eyes for a second. “Better than lying face-down in garbage.”

You sat back on your heels, watching him breathe. One of his hands wasn't covered anymore, and his knuckles were raw and red, the other was still loosely wrapped in torn black tape. The side of his face was already swelling.

“I have no idea what to do.” You said. And it was true. Obviously it was the first time you found yourself in the back of an illegal fight club with a beaten up guy.

His mouth curled faintly, more pain than smile. “It’s not the first time,” he said, “You don’t have to do anything.”

He looked like a kicked dog, half-expecting someone to come finish the job.

You didn’t know what to say. You just stared at him, and for the first time, up close, he looked back. Even with one eye nearly swollen shut, he met your gaze.

He was younger than you’d first assumed. Probably still in his twenties. You’d never seen someone look so young and so tired at the same time.

He was looking at you like he was trying to understand why you were still there, why you were trying to help him. Like it never happened to him before.

You found yourself wondering why he was even there. Why he did what he did. What his story was.

There was no way he did it because he liked it, you could see that written all over his bloodied face. In the way he sat slumped against the wall, exhausted.

He wasn’t like the guy who had beaten him. That man had raised his arms for applause, grinning. That man enjoyed it, Noah didn't. And not just because he lost.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a sudden rush of blood spilled from his nose. He coughed hard, blinking fast.

“Shit. Tilt your head forward,” you said quickly, reaching toward him but stopping just short of touching. “Don’t let it go down your throat.”

He nodded faintly and leaned forward, breathing heavily through his mouth. You looked around instinctively for something, anything, to stop the bleeding. You didn’t have tissues and your leather jacket couldn’t help.

You thought about it just for a moment, hoping you were not going to regret it.

Then, you stood up quickly, heat rushing to your face even though the air outside was biting cold. Your heart was still racing, your hands trembling slightly.

Honestly, it felt a little bit like you suddenly lost your mind. Because this wasn’t something you usually did:

stripping in a dark alley in the middle of the night for a guy you barely knew, a guy you saw for the first time less than an hour ago in a underground fight club. A guy whose name you only knew because someone else told you. If that was even his real name.

But there was nothing else. No tissues. No towels. No first-aid kit magically appearing out of the shadows. Just you, him, and the slow, steady drip of blood from his nose onto the dirty pavement. And the fact that you were a person with at least a bit of a heart, someone who hated seeing another human being suffer, unlike all those people back inside.

So you turned around, to have a second of privacy while undressing.

Your fingers moved quickly, unzipping your jacket and shrugging it off your shoulders. The cold bit into your skin instantly, but you ignored it. Then you pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion, balling it up in your hands. You were left in just your bra for a moment, breath hitching in your throat as the wind kissed every inch of exposed skin.

Then, you pulled your jacket back on, zipped it up to your throat, and exhaled a shaky breath as you turned back toward him.

He was still hunched over, blood slowly dripping between his fingers, and he hadn’t said a word. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed.

You dropped back down to your knees beside him, still holding your shirt in your hands.

You held it out to him carefully, not pushing it into his hands.

“Here,” you said.

He looked at the shirt in your hands like it was something he didn't deserve for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached for it.

His fingers brushed yours, and the contact was barely there but it was enough to make your breath catch, even if you didn't know why.

“Thank you,” he said.

Then he paused.

You saw it, the moment he noticed the smear of blood on your fingers. A small streak where his fingers had touched your skin.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked up at you with a flash of something that almost looked like shame.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

You blinked, looked at your hand. It wasn’t much. Just a thin streak of red, already drying in the cold air.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

Because it was okay. You hadn’t even noticed until he pointed it out. Maybe because, in that moment, you were too focused on him.

On the man who, if it weren't for you, would probably still be lying face down in a pool of his own blood. The man you knew probably wouldn't call anyone for help and would just stay there until someone else found him, maybe while throwing out the trash.

He nodded slowly, not quite meeting your eyes again. He looked down at the shirt, then raised it gently to his face, trying to stop the bleeding. You watched him as he moved.

You didn’t say anything else for a while. Just sat there as he used your shirt to stop the bleeding.

“What’s your name?” he asked then.

You told him, and he repeated it quietly, as if tasting the word, then gave you a faint, tired smile. “Noah.”

"Yeah, I figured."

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual but feeling a bit exposed. “Yeah, first time. My boyfriend dragged me along.”

He shifted slightly against the wall. “You didn’t even see the match finish.”

You frowned. “It wasn’t exactly something I was enjoying. For a second I thought I might throw up.”

Only after answering did you register what his words really meant.

He had noticed.

Somehow, while lying on the floor, half-conscious and getting the life beaten out of him, he’d seen you leave. Was that even possible?

“How much did you win tonight?” He asked before you could say anything.

You shook your head. “I didn’t bet. Just him.”

He let out a low chuckle, then flinched for the pain. “You should’ve. It was obvious I was gonna lose.”

You frowned. “Why did you fight then?”

Noah gave a dry laugh. “This is all I've got.”

A dark alley, a fight club and body covered in bruises?

“Impossible.” you said.

He had to have a family, friends, a home somewhere. Right?

“You don’t know me.” he muttered.

And the way he said it… it felt like an answer to all the questions that had been racing through your mind.

No, he didn’t have anyone. No other options. No place to go.

You didn’t really know him. For all you knew, he could’ve been a criminal.

But something deep down told you he wasn’t.

He didn’t seem like someone who deserved to be thrown out like garbage, left bleeding and broken in a dark alley after getting beaten half to death.

A damp strand of hair kept falling into his eyes, and you found yourself fighting the urge to brush it away with your fingers.

The bleeding from his nose had finally stopped, but then he shifted, just slightly, and let out a sharp hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck,” he muttered, one hand flying to his ribs. His jaw clenched, and his eyes (or eye) squeezed shut for a second.

You leaned in. “Ribs?”

He gave a faint nod, breathing shallow. “It'll be okay in a couple of days.”

“You need a hospital,” you said firmly, even though you already suspected what his answer would be. “They need to check you out. That could be serious.”

“No.” The word came out fast. “Out of the question.”

“You could have internal—”

“I said no.” He insisted. “I don’t have the money. And they’ll ask too many questions. I can’t risk that.”

You hesitated. “I want to ask many questions too.”

He looked away. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, softly, he said, “You shouldn’t.”

Your mouth opened, but before you could speak, he went on.

“You seem like a good person. So… don’t come back here. Don’t get involved.”

“I-”

“It’s better if you don’t ask anything. And it’s better if we never see each other again.”

Then, quieter still: “But thank you. For this. For staying. For giving a damn when nobody else did. I mean it.”

You exhaled, your breath fogging faintly in the cold air. "Is that your way to tell me to leave?"

“Yes. But before I need-” he paused, glancing at the damp concrete beneath him. “Can you help me up?”

You stared. “You’re joking.”

He shook his head once, slowly. “No joke. I just need to stand. Please.”

Your heart squeezed. Please. He didn’t look at you when he said it. There was something almost painful in how quiet the word came out, like he wasn’t used to asking anyone for anything.

“You’re insane,” you murmured. “You’re going to pass out the second you try to move.”

He didn’t answer. Just held your gaze, and waited.

And you just couldn't tell him no.

So you just slipped an arm around him, one under his shoulders, careful of his ribs.

He was heavy and incredibly tall. Your palm pressed briefly against his chest, and you felt the stickiness of old blood, dried and flaking now.

He hissed through his teeth, body trembling slightly, and his fingers gripped your jacket.

“Okay,” you whispered, grounding both your feet. “On three.”

It took longer than it should have. Every movement was careful and slow.

When he finally made it upright, he swayed.

You tightened your hold for a second, steadying him. His body was warm against yours despite the cold of the night.

You didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

Then, slowly, he took a half step back. You let your hands fall away as he reached for the wall, one palm bracing against the brick for support. He leaned into it.

“I’m good,” he said quietly. “I’ve got it. Thank you.”

Just as you were about to say something, the door Noah had been thrown out creaked open.

You turned at the sound, seeing Kole stepping into the alley.

“There you are,” he said, “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

You froze for half a second. Noah straightened a little, his fingers still splayed on the brick for balance.

Kole’s eyes flicked to him and stayed there. He let out a low whistle, dragging his gaze from Noah’s bruised face to the bloodied shirt.

“Damn, man,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You look like shit.”

Noah didn’t say a word.

“But,” Kole continued, shrugging with one shoulder, “you made me win two hundred bucks tonight, so... thanks for that.”

There was no real gratitude in his voice.

Kole turned to you again, like the interruption was over. “Come on,” he said, jerking his chin toward the street. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he started walking.

No pause to see if you’d follow. No offer of a hand. No helo for the man covered in blood next to you. Just an expectation that you’d fall into step, like always.

You lingered for a second. Looked back at Noah.

He hadn’t moved. His eyes were on the ground now, jaw tight, face unreadable. You didn’t know what you wanted to say.

“Try to take care, Noah” you said softly. What a weird thing to say to a man who was fighting for a living.

For a moment, you thought maybe he wouldn’t look up. But then he met your eyes again.

"Yeah. You too."

You started walking away.

The air felt immediately colder without his warmth beside you.

You didn’t stop thinking about him the entire car ride home. Not even for a second.

Not when the lights of the city blurred past the window, not when Kole went on and on about how he should’ve bet more, how the guy didn’t stand a chance from the start, how easy money like that didn’t come around often.

“You dipped out before it ended,” Kole said, eyes on the road, voice casual.

You kept your gaze fixed outside the window. “I wasn’t feeling great.”

He hummed. “Yeah, it was pretty rough. That guy took a beating. Probably gonna piss blood for a week.”

You didn’t respond.

Kole glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. “You good?”

“Fine.”

A beat of silence. The hum of the engine filled the space.

“Didn’t think this stuff bothered you,” he added eventually.

You shrugged, still watching the city slide by. “I guess I never watched someone actually get hurt like that before.”

“It’s a fight,” Kole said. “They sign up for it. You think the guy didn’t know what he was getting into?”

“I’m not saying he didn’t,” you replied, your tone flat. “Just… doesn’t make it easier to watch.”

Kole scoffed under his breath, amused. “You’re getting soft on me.”

You didn’t answer.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, then smirked. “Don’t tell me you were rooting for him.”

Still, you stayed quiet.

“Babe.”

You finally looked at him. “What?”

He grinned. “Come on. He didn’t stand a chance. The second he walked in, you could tell. That’s easy money. I should’ve put down double.”

You looked back out the window.

“Right. Easy money,” you echoed quietly.

Kole didn’t notice the shift in your tone, or didn’t care. He kept going.

“You gotta learn to detach a little. It’s not ballet.”

You remembered the way Noah had staggered, ribs heaving, blood matting his hair.

You remembered the way he’d looked at you like you were the first person to treat him like he wasn't trash in a long time.

He shook his head, amused. “Come on. You’re not actually sitting there feeling bad for the guy?”

You didn’t answer.

He tapped your knee lightly with his hand. “Babe.”

“Can we talk about something else?”

Kole let out a short laugh. “Seriously?”

You turned your head just enough to glance at him. “Yeah. Seriously.”

You both remained silent until you got home.

You didn’t stop thinking about him even when you got into bed and Kole’s arm wrapped around you like nothing had changed.

Especially not then.

Because while his breath warmed the back of your neck and his hand rested heavy on your waist, your mind was still in that alley.

With him.

That man who, somehow, felt like he deserved better.

Who looked like a beaten-down stray too wary to trust kindness.

Who hadn’t asked for help, but hadn’t completely pushed you away either.

You kept seeing his face, bruised and tired but his eyes were still kind.

You kept hearing his voice, low and rough, saying thank you like it was the first time anyone had tried to help him.

You fell asleep thinking about him. And he was your first thought when you woke up.

You were definitely in trouble.

Chapter 2?

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