#noah sebastian davis

[thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall]

I want to bite his cheeks because of the cuteness aggression I feel rn

[ami-gami]

pretty boys <3

[familiarscars]

lost in control. ⋆ bad omens ⋆ 01

adult content ⋆ minors do NOT interact.

Briar.

Loud music, cigarette smoke, screams and applause.

That was my routine every night.

My throat vibrated with the stupid gargling I had to do as a vocal warm-up before going on stage. I always hated that crap, but after my last slip-up, I was hanging by a thread. Back in the lion’s den. And now I had to do everything right — or at least pretend. All of that while warming up my arms in front of the cracked dressing room mirror.

The mood in the band was far from friendly, but I had to swallow it because of the voices screaming my name out there. I was already used to this kind of environment, wasn’t I? Suffocating tension, silent treatments, the polar cold between members. Nothing new. My return didn’t change a damn thing around here.

But my (few) fans… the few who were still on my side.

They deserved better from me. Always.

It was for them that I was still here.

I spat the liquid into the cup and took a deep breath, touching up my lipstick like putting on armor. Adjusted the outfit on my body, my hair was decent enough. I grabbed the mic from the case on the table, fitted the in-ears.

Showtime.

“You’re on in five minutes. For the love of God, pretend on stage that you don’t want to kill each other backstage. This show is fucking important to the band!”

“No need to remind me of the obvious, Matt,” I rolled my eyes, leaving the dressing room while he followed behind me like a talking rat.

“Everyone knows, sweetheart, but you two keep forgetting that the damn contract that keeps our rent paid and our asses clean depends on your performance. And let’s be honest — it’s been garbage.” Matt Dierkes and his habit of complaining so much it made my ears throb. “Look… I know I shouldn’t be pushing you. Not today. Not like this…”

“What?” I turned to him with a cynical smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Afraid if I feel pressured, I might run off again and go dark for a few more days?”

“That’s not it…”

“I’m fine, Matt. I’m back. I’m really fine, I swear.” I pressed two fingers to my lips like sealing a promise. “I just want to do my job in peace.”

“You seem calm…”

“And I am,” I said with conviction, adjusting the in-ear and turning to move forward.

“Wait, Bri,” he called. My steps stopped abruptly, but I only turned my head, glancing over my shoulder. There he was, wearing a cap and a Lord of the Rings t-shirt, staring at me a few steps below.

“Hm?”

“Since you got here… have you seen any other band member?”

A shiver ran through me. For no apparent reason.

Why was he asking me that? What happened while I was gone?

I didn’t have time to answer. The lights went out, and the intro to the show started pulsing through the walls. I just nodded, swallowed the question stuck in my throat, and moved on, ignoring my friend’s words.

Matt planted an unwanted memory in my head at that moment. Reminded me that, before my break, the band was already a minefield about to blow — like a volcano building pressure. Everything was going terribly wrong. Our personal issues spilled out from backstage and onto the stage.

The band had never been so fragile, so porous.

I got used to not speaking to my friends. Didn’t even notice that they hadn’t welcomed me back — and honestly, I preferred it that way. I didn’t want to face anyone… not with shame eating me alive inside, even knowing they’d never point fingers.

But this isn’t about them.

Since then, the band has closed itself off more and more from the world. A few online fights, just before I left, made everyone start avoiding the public like it was some kind of monster. We became isolated islands from one another, even isolated from ourselves. And let’s be honest, being stuck with the same faces day after day would drive anyone mad.

And in the middle of all that — as if it wasn’t exhausting enough — there was him. Noah.

The fallen star on top of the Christmas tree. The epicenter of my collapse.

Disaster in human form.

If God exists, He’s the one who kept our paths from crossing today.

Idiot.

I reached the edge of the stage just as the intro began. Wrapped my arms around my own torso. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the crowd boil over — it was the comeback after four months gone, the number one topic on the internet. What would have changed? Which songs were coming back to the setlist? What was the new look? And, of course, the most important question in the universe: what’s Noah’s new hair like?

My blood was already boiling from the heat of the packed arena, everyone waiting for the night’s headliners. I hadn’t rehearsed much, but I trusted myself. I’d been doing this for almost nine years — I still knew how to hold a stage. I had to know.

Out of the corner of my vision, I saw Noah approaching. Silent. He was warming up, spinning his glove between those long fingers while fitting the mic like someone sharpening a blade. Next to him, a redhead with a backstage pass necklace. She smelled like bubblegum — and judging by the way she glued her eyes to him, she was definitely the random bitch he’d fucked last night.

Was that what Matt was trying to warn me about?

Nothing had changed.

Including, of course, his pathetic need to parade his one-night stands around like a sweaty trophy — proof of how easily he could swap bed partners like he swapped underwear. Wow, I’m so concerned.

“Looks like someone had a great night, huh?” I murmured with a sarcastic tone, muffled by a yawn. I thought he’d ignore it. “I thought Matt had already told you it’s not cool handing out backstage passes to anyone you happen to sleep with.”

“Is she talking about me?”

No, sweetheart, I’m talking about your mother.

“Shut up.” Noah snapped at the girl without even looking at her. “Didn’t know you were coming back today.”

Well, well... if it isn’t the little fox looking visibly bothered.

“Last I checked, the band isn’t called ‘Noah and the Miserables.’ I can come and go as I please.”

“Or when you’re able to stand on your own two feet… right?” he spat, venomously, then let his gaze drop until he met mine just a few inches below. “Are you at least clean today, or should I brace myself to deal with you high and annoying on my stage?”

“Missed this?” My eyebrow lifted with a grin, and he rolled his eyes. His skin flushed from pale to pink in seconds.

“Go fuck yourself.”

The bitter taste of my own words stuck in my mouth. The rage I felt for him was so raw I could’ve just thrown the mic to the ground and walked back to the dressing room. But I promised Matt. Couldn’t lose it so easily — not without making this asshole crack first.

He did it on purpose. Wanted to throw me off balance. Wanted me to feel ashamed of myself just for coming back.

“I hope, at the very least, you remember how to stay in key…” he whispered close to my ear, making my whole body go tense before walking onto the stage. “From where you’ve been, it doesn’t seem like you had much time to rehearse.”

“Even without rehearsal, I still hold pitch better than you.”

“Keep dreaming,” he growled.

I stepped onstage with a wide smile. Everyone seemed happy to see us. And even though I was dying inside, I left it all out there. Buried the fear and tried to sing like I could erase everything that had built up in my chest. Every guitar note, every chorus from my throat was an attempt to tell the truth.

I never really wanted to leave you.

To the dismay of the man beside me — who hates me with passion — my voice had never sounded so steady. But between one verse and the next, our eyes locked with such hatred it was almost tangible. Sparks flew from our irises. If the mic could beg for mercy, it would’ve.

My fingers clutched it so hard during my part it felt like it would snap.

The show was over and we were cheered by the fans before leaving the stage.

On the way to the dressing room, something touched my shoulder and spun me around immediately.

“How are you?” Folio was gentle and kept pace with me in slow steps. “I tried to find you before the show to let you know that…”

“I’m just tired, Nick…” I confirmed with a smile, and he nodded as I walked into the dressing room. “Glad you tried to tell me the big news. Congrats to your friend and his fire-haired girlfriend.”

I gave a forced smile and Folio laughed.

“If you need anything, you know you can count on me, right?”

“You talk like you haven’t wiped me from your memory these past few months…” my voice came out low, that familiar sting burning in my eyes. Ridiculous.

Folio looked around and leaned on the doorframe, with that look of someone who carries more than they let on.

“I know you. I thought you wanted to be alone.”

“Since when do you, Jolly, and Ruffilo respect that? You never cared when I asked for space… why would it be different now?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“He sent you, didn’t he?” I let out with a bitter laugh.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then explain it to me.”

“Everyone was a mess, okay? You disappeared to clear your head, Noah was a zombie, and we had to hold the fort. Make up excuses, smile for interviews, pretend this time off stage was artistic, that it was for writing. Shit, that gets exhausting too, Bri.”

I stayed quiet. Was there any answer that wouldn’t make me even more of the villain in this story? Something like: oh, sorry for letting you all carry the band while me and the current bastard tore each other apart in silence. Seriously, sorry for dating him. Next time I’ll listen to my mom when she tells me not to talk to strangers — look how that turned out.

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could say.

“It’s not your fault, Bri.” He gave a half-smile and placed a hand on my shoulder, a simple gesture, but it said everything. “We missed you. I mean… I missed you.”

He laughed, and I let out a laugh too.

“I know things between you and Noah are a mess, but that doesn’t change what we have. Nothing breaks that, got it? Not the band, not the manager, not crazy fans, not your insane ex, not even your stubborn ass.”

And that was it.

It was good to be back.

And when I said “back,” I didn’t mean a physical place. It wasn’t about walls and furniture — it was about people. About my friends. That was home. They were home. And all that panic in my head, all the paranoia that they had left me behind… all of that was just noise. They loved me. As much as I loved them.

We were a pillar that, even cracked, still held together.

Folio pulled me into a tight hug and I stayed there for a few seconds, breathing in that relief.

“We’re here, Bri. We’re back.”

Yeah… we’re back.

“See you later.”

“What’s the rush, huh?” I crossed my arms, eyeing Folio from head to toe with a raised eyebrow. He was as restless as a golden retriever — just needed to wag his tail.

“Gonna… see someone…” he mumbled, glancing up at the ceiling before laughing when I patted his shoulder.

It was almost tradition for him to leave a little souvenir in every city we passed through. What could I do.

“Thought you were still with… Janine? Patriny? Patrice?” I guessed, squinting as I tried to hold back the laugh he was already letting out.

Wasn’t really a guess. I remembered. They’d all been part of his life at some point.

“Annie,” he corrected, shoving my shoulder back with a fake serious look. “You missed a lot these past months, Bri…”

I didn’t doubt it. Just one weekend away and I was already out of the loop on Nick Folio’s Latest Love Adventures™, a real-time soap opera starring himself.

“Beer tomorrow,” I pointed a finger at him. “And I want every detail — even the color of the underwear you’ve worn these months.”

“Didn’t wear many,” he replied, thoughtful, and I wrinkled my nose.

“Disgusting."

He winked, blew me a kiss in the air, and disappeared down the hallway.

The dressing room door closed behind me, and as soon as I turned around, a jolt made me lean against it, breath a little shaky. Noah was on the other side, sitting on the couch with crossed legs. His expression was far from pleasant, and before I could take a step forward, I had to calm myself down.

“Oh no… not you.” I groaned, dragging my feet to the side, still clinging to the wall. “Four months and you already forgot the rules? I don’t want you stepping a paw inside my dressing room. That’s exactly why we stay in separate places. Get out.”

He ignored me. Of course he did. He simply made himself comfortable on the couch like he owned the place.

“It’s not like I’m dying to be in this pigsty you call a dressing room.” He wrinkled his nose, scanning the mess of clothes, cosmetics, and bags. “Would your hand fall off if you were even a little bit organized?”

I rolled my eyes, exhausted by his very presence.

“What do you want?” I asked, lifting my chin with disdain.

“Your vacation’s over, and now we have things to deal with.” He hesitated. “We… we…”

Noah cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable, and leaned forward over his knees.

“We’ve been away from home for a year. I found a buyer willing to pay what I asked for… but I need your authorization.”

“You’re selling our house?”

When the sleepy body jolts awake after the heart nearly stops beating mid-sleep. We wake up sweaty and lost in a place that doesn’t feel like home, or a body that doesn’t feel like ours. Lost. Scanning the walls, counting the white ones. Can the floor even be trusted, or would it give out as soon as we stepped on it?

That’s how I felt now.

“Our house doesn’t exist anymore, Briar.” His voice cut like a razor, and I felt something tear inside. “I need the money to get another place to live.”

My shoulders collapsed. It sounded so simple coming out of his mouth.

Simple. Easy. Without hesitation.

There wasn’t a single emotion in his voice — Noah was as apathetic and stiff as a robot.

I blindly reached for a chair and sat down. That house… the house we worked so hard for. The one I always dreamed of: huge windows, two floors, a bathtub big enough to forget the world for a few minutes. I imagined that during our time apart, he was using it as a motel for his disposable flings. But he didn’t even live there anymore.

Then it hit me.

He was staying at the gum-scented bitch’s house.

“I need to think.”

“Think?” His calm evaporated in a second. “What the hell do you need to think about?”

“As you said, my vacation’s over. Now I’m back to deal with my problems. I want to make sure selling the house is the right choice… If the property belongs to both of us, you don’t get to decide alone, darling.”

His fist clenched tightly on his thigh, the tattoo on the back of his hand standing out.

“That house is still the only thing tying me to you besides the band. Just sign this shit already and stop playing games, Briar!”

The only thing?

“If you waited a year to bury the corpse, I’m sure you can wait a few more days,” I said sarcastically, provoking him. “I need to get my head straight.”

“Four months getting your head straight wasn’t enough?” He snapped sarcastically. “Normal people manage to pull themselves together while keeping the ship afloat, but of course with you it’s different. You never grow up!”

“That’s not it…” Suddenly I shrank a few inches, and my voice barely came out.

He didn’t understand.

His shadow fell over me — dense, suffocating. All the air was ripped from my lungs. He was so close there wasn’t even room to retreat. I felt my skin burn, and I hated myself for still being affected by him, by the same man who’s been ruining all my days.

“Fuck this. Today you’ve hit the limit of my patience with your games, Briar.”

I hated when he said my name like that. It sounded cold. Distant. Like I was just another one.

“I hope you’re planning to pay the bills for that house while it stays locked up because you’re still thinking.” He pulled away violently and threw a pile of envelopes onto the table.

Some with my name. Others with his.

And then he turned his back on me.

“Noah…”

He stopped, already at the door. Stood still for a second.

“How long have you been with her?”

His breath grew heavy. The answer came in silence — with the door slamming behind him and making me flinch all over.

“Delilah Hailey,” I repeated in a high-pitched tone, twirling the lollipop in my mouth like I couldn’t care less. “Model, rich family, arts degree… wow, what a thrilling résumé.”

I tossed the magazine onto the coffee table with disdain and rolled my eyes, resting my head on the arm of the couch. Naomi, my best friend, hurried to grab it again so she could keep reading out loud like she was narrating a damn fairy tale.

“She’s such a sweetheart, even visited the white swan!” Oh, give me a break. “And her family isn’t just rich, Bri… they own a castle. In Italy.”

Naomi scoffed, clearly offended, flipping the magazine around to show me the picture more clearly.

“No offense, but… just look at her.”

“She reeks of bubblegum,” I informed her.

“She’s a catch…” Naomi muttered a little too loud, only realizing her mistake when I lifted my head and gave her that classic ‘say it again, I dare you’ look. She swallowed hard. “I mean… why would someone like her even be interested in Noah?”

“I saw her backstage once,” I replied with a shrug, even though every cell inside me was boiling. “Still not sure how close they are.”

But I was going to find out.

“It’s not like this still affects you, right?” she tried, tossing the magazine onto the couch. “Come on, Briar. He’s made your life a living purgatory since the breakup. If you hadn’t disappeared these last four months, you would’ve lost your mind with all the crap they threw at you. You should be celebrating that now someone else has to deal with his hell.”

She was right.

Ever since we ended things, my life turned into a minefield of consequences. Like I was the monster who broke poor little Noah’s heart. Online, it was a daily massacre: gold digger, bitch, slut. People said I needed a real man—the kind who hits, you know? Then maybe I’d learn to appreciate Noah. Worthless, toxic, clearly daddy issues.

And that was just the mild stuff.

All of it fueled by his convenient silence. A silence that screamed. As if the absence of any defense from him was the most elegant way to stab me in the back. He let them worship him like a martyr while they threw me to the lions—and didn’t lift a finger to stop it. Like he enjoyed watching me bleed.

“He’s selling our house.” I said it with a petrified stare.

“Good.”

“Naomi.” I scolded.

“What now, Bri?” she shot back, using that tone that always tried to snap me out of it. “If that house is the only thing still tying you two together, let him sell it. Take your share and move on.”

But it wasn’t just that. The house was never the only link. We were tied through the band we built together, through the sweat we shed on every damn stage, through the friends who became family and were our whole world.

Why did it feel like nine years weighed like a lifetime on me, but to him, they were just nine disposable days?

The truth was I still felt him in every stitch sealing my scars—the same scars he, ironically, helped create.

I sniffed, trying to swallow the pain hollowing me from the inside, and downed the drink like the strong taste could numb me. The rim of the glass was slightly chipped, and the edge scratched my finger in this addictive discomfort that, with enough insistence, broke the skin.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe he was just trying to move on.

Which, once upon a time, I asked him to do.

And that’s okay… there’s nothing wrong with that. Noah didn’t love me anymore.

Our conversation was interrupted by the creak of the door opening. No knock, no warning—and only one person would be that rude.

He walked in with that same firm, untouchable posture, the one he wore hours earlier in the dressing room, like nothing ever got to him.

Noah and my best friend never got along, and it only took one cold, passing glance from him for her to stand up from the couch, clearing her throat quietly.

“Good luck,” she whispered near my ear, planting a quick kiss on my cheek before slipping out of the studio without even looking at him.

“What does the metalcore Wednesday Addams want now?” I muttered, eyes still on the liquor bottle on the coffee table.

From the sound of his breathing, he didn’t like the joke. Between the two of us, I was always the one with a sense of humor—twisted, bitter, but there. Noah, on the other hand, was stiff. If a single hair dared fall out of place, it was enough to ruin his day.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect little goth Ken.

I did it again.

“I want to know if you’ve signed the papers I gave you this morning,” he said, not missing a beat. He walked over to the couch, picked up the open magazine, and raised an eyebrow. “If you had time for gossip, I’m sure your head’s back on straight by now, right?”

“Can you believe it? Still not quite there,” I said with a tight smile. “Try again later.”

Noah took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking back at me. He clenched his fist, which twitched slightly, clashing with the anxious look on his face. Was he… afraid to be here?

“You can’t disappear for four months and act like everything’s the same as when you left, Briar.”

The look he gave me radiated fury, but it was cracking slowly, like a fragile glass about to shatter.

“You haven’t even asked where I was.”

My nails dug into the center of my palm. A wave of nausea crept up my gut—the kind that always came with confrontations. His eyes, once my favorite thing because they used to shine with such honest innocence, now only mirrored indifference. And rage.

Noah hated me so much he stayed six steps away like I was contagious.

That’s how I felt most of the time.

Didn’t even seem that strange anymore.

Our first encounter after I came back had been just minutes before stepping on stage. Four months gone, and he didn’t make a single call. Didn’t ask about me once.

He really wanted me to feel the sting of being abandoned and discarded. The sensation of not being special to anyone. Soluble, like cemetery dirt.

He scattered his feelings so far and wide that the hollow inside him could be felt from a distance. Every attempt to breathe felt useless—like… trying to insist on living, most of the time.

“Because I don’t give a damn where you were.”

He said it with emphasis, eyes drifting to the table, where his index finger picked at a tiny trace of white dust.

I swallowed hard, slowly rubbing one arm over the other.

“Okay,” I replied. “I can… I can explain.”

“Funny, isn’t it? Because every time I wanted an explanation for something, you didn’t want to give me one. So why should it matter now?”

“Don’t compare me not giving you the answer you wanted to me giving you no answer at all—those are different things!” I shot back, heart hammering in my throat. “Did that kind of thinking make it easier to snap your fingers and find someone else?”

Noah laughed in disbelief.

“Oh, right. Does that help you sleep at night—blaming me for everything falling apart? Do you come up with this crap during one of your little powder parties with your buddy Naomi?”

“What does Naomi have to do with anything?”

“What doesn’t she have to do with it?” he said, like it was obvious. “I don’t care where you’ve been because I can guess just by looking at the state you’re in.”

My eyes flicked down, scanning myself for a few seconds.

I had lost a bit of weight—nothing extreme—and the dark circles were mostly from not sleeping. He didn’t have much to say about how I looked…

What the hell?

Amazing how he could make me feel ridiculous with just a few words.

“Well… besides coming here to push for the house papers you owe me, I also came with a proposal.”

Pacing back and forth, gnawing on the side of my thumbnail, I stopped midway and turned to him, confused.

Noah was expressionless. He sat down on one of the navy-blue couches in the center of the studio, clasping his hands together until his knuckles turned white.

“Stop biting your nails.”

I slowly pulled my finger from my mouth, unsettled.

I used to bite my nails until the skin around them peeled from anxiety. When Noah noticed, he helped me stop—gradually. He helped me learn how to channel that nervous energy into other things.

Writing. Singing. Breathing. Thinking about things I loved.

Now, thinking about snapping his neck was a decent motivator.

“That’s what you came here to say?” I joked.

“Don’t be stupid.”

He rolled his eyes and I killed the laugh in my throat, falling quiet as a weird unease crawled down my spine and settled there, thick.

Unexplainable was the feeling that burned just beneath my skin, as intense as the way his eyes locked onto mine.

Noah kept pressing his fingers together, as if trying to draw strength from it. That blank expression—that cold face—flickered, and for a split second, he reminded me of someone I used to know…

The old Noah.

“Briar… I want to know how much you want to leave the band.”

@chey-h ; @nyriastark ; @xxkatsatwatwafflexx ;

[concreteangel92]

He looks so precious in this one 🥹

[kaliforniahigh]

You usually left Noah to his own devices when it came to recording, writing and producing. You knew he got very focused whenever he was in there with the boys.

But tonight, every single one of them has already left the studio, passing by the living room to bid you a quick goodbye before making their way out of the door. They all looked tired in their own ways, and you wondered how long it would take for your Noah to leave the studio.

You tried to busy yourself watching videos on your phone and scrolling through social media. But as the time passed, you realized it was close to 11PM and you haven't even had dinner yet. Your stomach was rumbling and your eyes were beginning to feel tired. So you made your way to the studio to check on your boyfriend.

Opening the door slowly, you saw him sitting on the chair in front of the computer. You could see the back of his head and his ever growing hair that you loved to grab on to and run your fingers through. He wasn't even moving, just blankly staring at the screen in front of him, and you knew it was time to try to get him out of here.

His broad shoulders were being hugged by his black t-shirt. You loved him in everything he worn, but a basic black t-shirt would always be your favorite.

You lingered by the door for another couple of seconds before you knocked, only loud enough for him to hear and turn around on his chair to finally land his eyes on you.

"Hi, baby", his voice was low and a little raspy, clearly tired after a whole day of singing and screaming into the microphone.

But what caught your attention were his drained eyes. You felt a little guilty for finding the sight before you completely adorable, but you couldn't help it. Besides, you knew he got extremely soft and touchy when he got tired, so that's why you made your way over to him, his arms already extending towards you to rest on your hips.

You got closer to him and ran your hands through his hair, he sighed in pleasure and encircled his arms around you in a hug, resting his head on your tummy. You could feel the ends of his hair prickling your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"It's already 11PM, baby. You need to eat and go to bed", you told him in a small voice, almost a whisper. The room was quiet and despite the cold lightning, you felt a sense of comfort being here with him.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't realize it was this late", he murmured into your shirt, but didn't move his head at all.

"I'll get something ready for us to eat, and then I'll be back to get you once it's done, ok?" you asked him, but he made a sound of complaint and you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Want you to stay here. Haven't felt you all day", he nuzzled his head closer as if to get his point across and convince you to stay. He never had to convince you to stay, your favorite place would always be with him.

You moved around a bit in his embrace and settled yourself on his lap, straddling his hip. The position didn't feel sexual at all in this moment. You were both craving some sense of closeness - him more than you - and the feeling of each other's body heat, so you decided to give him what he wanted before you would have to inevitably get up and fix you both something to eat.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he started to move his hands up and down your back.

"How was the studio session today?", you asked him, wanting to know if the reason he was staying here so late was because he was struggling with something, or because it was going so right, he didn't want to stop.

"Started good, but then we hit a brick wall. The guys left to clear their heads and I stayed here to try and sort it out", he mumbled into your neck. You knew that he felt more responsible than the other guys, and you always tried to tell him that this is a team effort, but you knew your boyfriend would always work himself to the bone regardless. And that'd when you would gladly step in.

"How about you also get out of here to clear your head? You can wait for me on the couch while I get dinner done", he knew why you were so adamant on him eating something. Having watched him go to bed without eating one too many times. The thought of you worring about him so much filled his stomach with butterflies. He loved being cared by you.

He finally nodded, realizing he wouldn't get anything done this tired and hungry.

You got up from his lap and he stood up after you, taking your hand in his and leading him out the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you thought he would situate himself on the couch and rest for a bit, even doze off for a while. But he followed you to the kitchen and made a personal home behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

You smiled to yourself, knowing there was nowhere you'd rather be right now. From time to time you gave him a piece of whatever you were cooking - and he gave a hum of appreciation, telling you it was good - and from time to time he gave you a kiss on the neck.

Noah was forever grateful for your presence in his life, knowing that he needed you to bring him back down when his head got too far up in the clouds. He didn't know what he'd do without feeling the heat of your body and your delicate hands on his skin at the end of a rough day.

[sorrowsofsilence]

mask on, mask off

[bad-omens-blog]

The Assistant

Summary: Bad Omens gets a new personal assistant, and Noah falls hard for her. He's been hiding his feelings for her since she has a boyfriend.

Warnings: Dominant Noah. Yearning.

Chapter 1

Princess in Charge: Noah!

Princess in Charge: Noahhhhhh, wake up or I'm coming up there.

Princess in Charge: Fine, you asked for it!

Noah lounged comfortably in his bed, a playful smirk dancing across his lips as he scrolled through the flurry of texts illuminating his screen. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, creating an inviting atmosphere. He found himself yearning for Aurora to make her way up to his room, to knock on the door with that familiar mix of urgency and playful insistence. The thought of her demanding anything of him was amusing.

In retrospect, hiring Aurora Lane proved to be a hasty and ill-conceived choice. As DOPOM experienced an explosive rise to fame practically overnight, the band found itself drowning in the demands of its newfound success. Noah, once buoyed by the thrill of touring, quickly became bogged down by a monotonous and militant routine that drained the joy out of his passion. The relentless schedule, filled with endless meetings, rehearsals, and promotional appearances, left little room for creativity or spontaneity, fostering a growing disdain for the very idea of touring.

Recognizing the toll it was taking on both himself and the band, Noah approached Matt with a simple request: to find them an assistant who could manage some of the more mundane tasks that were piling up. It was during the auditions for this position that Noah was struck by a vivid memory—he recalled the flurry of women who had flooded the interview room, each one eager to showcase her skills. Some leapt at opportunities, some tried their best to charm their way into the role, while others resorted to strategic maneuvers to stand out from the crowd. The chaotic energy of that day contrasted sharply with the sterile feeling of the band’s current reality, reminding him of the excitement and potential that had once defined their journey.

Then Aurora stepped into the room. Though she could barely lift fifty pounds, her spirit was as vibrant as a sunlit morning. To Noah, she appeared sweet as honey, and he mistakenly assumed she lacked the fortitude to lead. How wrong he was. Aurora expertly orchestrated the band, maintaining an unwavering vision that shaped their performances to her exact specifications. Beyond her role as their assistant, she took on the roles of nurse and stylist, seamlessly blending these responsibilities into her daily routine. Jolly affectionately dubbed her their "mother hen," a fitting title for someone who nurtured and fussed over the band members like a protective guardian, ensuring they were both physically and emotionally supported as they pursued their passions.

Touring became fun for Noah again, especially since he had Aurora as his right-hand woman to attend to all his needs. Seven months later, she was priceless. She knew them like the back of her hand, their facial expressions, motions of their body on stage. . . anything and everything. There was no way Noah was ever going to let her leave.

"You!" Noah turned his head when his door opened to Aurora striding in with a mug of lemon and honey tea. She set it on his bedside table before opening his closet doors to search for what he would wear. "Get up, lazy bones. You should have been showered and shaved by now!"

Noah reluctantly acknowledged that, at first glance, no one would suspect she was part of their group. Her appearance contrasted sharply with theirs, exuding a whimsical fairy-cottage vibe that felt almost surreal amidst the surrounding styles. She wore a delicate white dress adorned with vibrant red strawberries, the fabric flowing gracefully as it skimmed her knees. Her feet were nestled in elegant yet straightforward white wedges that added a touch of height without compromising her comfort. Her hair, clipped loosely at the back, portrayed a casual charm, but her bangs, rebellious as ever, insisted on cascading into her eyes. This constant battle with her hair only amplified her appearance, giving her an air of playful disarray. The overall juxtaposition of her enchanting style against the more rocker looks of her companions created a vivid tableau, one that drew curious glances and unspoken questions from onlookers.

"I don't wanna." Noah muttered as he sipped the tea, "I hate planes."

"I will be right beside you. You can even hold my hand." She teased as she pulled out the "I Can't Be Saved" hoodie and a pair of plain black joggers. She opened his drawers and pulled out socks, underwear, and a tank top. "Go take a quick shower."

Noah drained the last remnants of his tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, before carefully sliding out of bed, clad only in his fitted underwear. The cool air brushed against his skin, making him shiver slightly as he stood up.

Aurora, standing at the foot of the bed, held out his clothes with a pointed look that conveyed both annoyance and amusement, her gaze unwavering despite the stark contrast in their heights. He stretched his arms high above his head, muscles flexing and tensing beneath his skin, and couldn’t help but smirk. Aurora's eyes flickered to his tattoo-covered arms and hands, tracing the intricate designs that told stories of ambition, adventure, and memories. Noah knew all too well how much she admired his inked skin, reflecting her appreciation of the artistry intertwined with his physique. The moment held a unique intimacy.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom down the hall, trying not to laugh when he heard her huff.

"These men are trying to kill me!"

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Noah groaned as they sat in the airport, waiting for the boarding to happen. Aurora was sitting next to him, tapping away on her phone, which seemed faster than usual. He did his best not to glance over at her phone. The guys tried to give her as much privacy as they could, but the way her leg started to shake and her thumbnail went to her lips, picking at any skin she could find, made him glance at the contact.

Caden: Why do you have to stay every night? Can't Alana do your job for an hour so I can see you? I haven't seen you in weeks, and I have one night off. I don't want to be stuck backstage watching you take care of four grown ass men.

Noah's brow furrowed with concern as he leaned slightly closer, sliding his arm casually across the soft fabric of her seat. The faint hint of cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the window. He let his tongue glide over his back teeth, a habit he had developed when he was deep in thought, as he struggled to maintain a steady, calm voice. “You okay?” he asked.

Aurora's gaze quickly locked onto his, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "Oh, um... yeah," she said, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She bit her lip nervously, then continued, "Do you think I could take Friday off? I can make sure everything is set up for you and the team beforehand, but Caden really wants to see me. It’s important."

Noah’s gaze darted between the group of guys gathered around him: Jolly, with his infectious smile that belied his rough edges; Nick, who leaned back casually, his arms crossed and a skeptical eyebrow raised; Matt, always the jokester, cracking his knuckles with a mischievous grin; and Nicolas, always brooding, whose intense stare seemed to pierce through the air. Each of their expressions conveyed a silent message that echoed in Noah's mind—an unmistakable chorus of, “No way in hell.”

"You know the show runs much smoother with you here," Matt said, his voice cutting through the thrumming activity of the bustling airport. He leaned forward, gaze locking onto hers with an earnest intensity. "I really need your help to keep that one from becoming a total diva," he continued, gesturing dramatically toward Noah, who was trying to keep his cool, "Only you have the magic touch to keep him grounded and in line."

Aurora's blue eyes softened. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"How about we all grab a bite to eat after the show?" Noah suggested with a casual tone, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It would be lovely to get to know Caden better—after all, he's the other important man in your life." He sensed the underlying tension in his words, and just then, he felt a swift kick from Nick below the table, a subtle reminder to tread carefully.

Aurora stifled a snort. "He's my boyfriend."

Noah nodded thoughtfully, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of heat and understanding. "I know, princess," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of sympathy. "But," he continued, shrugging his shoulders slightly as if to dismiss the weight of the situation, "the truth is, you spend far more time with us than you do with him. That inevitably makes him the other man in your life." He paused, allowing the implications of his words to hang in the air, but she was too sweet to truly get his possessive meaning, only rolling her eyes at him.

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Noah was seething with barely contained frustration, desperately attempting to suppress his feelings and restless energy as Aurora's boyfriend of a year strode onto the stage, scanning the group for her familiar face. The dim lights cast a warm glow over the venue, but Noah felt anything but warm inside. He tightened his grip on the microphone stand, adjusting it for the upcoming performance, while his mind raced with thoughts of how this unexpected interruption would affect the evening.

The band first crossed paths with Caden Wright when Aurora joined the crew, her bright smile radiating excitement and pride in her new role. However, beneath that cheerful exterior, Caden harbored a growing unease about Aurora’s close relationship with the others, particularly Noah. Aurora often found herself drawn to him during those tranquil late-night sessions, where they would merge creativity over scribbled lyrics and the delicate tinkering of records. While her contributions mainly consisted of tossing around encouraging word ideas and providing a warm, comforting presence, Noah cherished their time together, viewing it as a sanctuary for artistic expression.

As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Noah and Aurora began to bloom, igniting a flicker of jealousy within Caden. Tensions escalated as Caden’s feelings became more pronounced. Caden’s frustration intensified whenever Aurora spent those quiet hours with Noah, prompting Noah to console her. Caden increasingly texted and called. The insecure feelings were oblivious as Aurora's relationship with Noah deepened.

Meanwhile, Aurora was crouched near the edge of the stage, her playful laughter mingling with the upbeat music, as she tried to convince Jolly, known for his wild hair, to let her style his hair for their performance. Despite her coaxing hands reaching out to tame his unruly locks, Jolly continued to dodge her attempts with charming agility, grinning mischievously as he effortlessly evaded her grasp.

"Come here to me!" Aurora snapped, her hands on her hips, "You know, one day you're going to wake up and it will all be gone!"

"And just know I will throw you off the bus if you do." Jolly shot back.

Aurora finally threw her hands up in exasperation and surrendered, pivoting abruptly to collide with Caden's solid frame. In that moment, Noah couldn’t help but think how perfectly matched they seemed, at least on the surface. Caden embodied the quintessential all-American look—his features sharply defined and meticulously groomed, his clean-cut appearance interrupted by not a single tattoo. He had a dazzling white smile that radiated warmth and confidence, making him the kind of guy who effortlessly drew attention in any crowd. It was hard to ignore how their contrasting energies somehow complemented each other, as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle finally clicking into place..

"Hi! I honestly didn’t expect you to show up for the actual performance," Aurora exclaimed, her face lighting up with surprise and delight. She stepped forward as he leaned down slightly, attempting to bridge the gap between them for a kiss. Instead, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Noah sat on the little rise, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed her. She was in her element, fully engrossed in her pre-show ritual. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and every precise movement she made was a testament to her dedication and passion. She tended to their needs with a fierce protectiveness, ensuring that everyone felt prepared and supported before stepping onto the stage. No matter the distractions or the concerns of her boyfriend, nothing could deter her from this sacred routine. It was her way of establishing control and confidence, and Noah admired her for it.

"Nick Foilo! You take that cigarette out of your mouth! You know the rules: no smoking in here!" She stormed toward the drummer, her determination evident in her stride. Before Noah could even register her movement, she reached the drum set, snatched the freshly lit cigarette from between his lips, and extinguished it with a swift flick of her fingers. She pulled a small pack from her tote bag, revealing an assortment of alternatives. “Here, I have nicotine gum or a patch. Which one do you want to try? You need something healthier than this,” she added, gesturing toward the remnants of smoke swirling in the air.

Noah's deep brown eyes flicked to Caden, who trailed behind her with a look of irritation etched across his face. Meanwhile, Aurora playfully shoved two bright pieces of gum into Nick's mouth, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She then pulled out a black bandana, its fabric slightly crumpled, and handed it to him to help mop away the beads of sweat that glistened on his brow. Noah couldn't help but notice the way Caden's jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him as Nick turned to Aurora, his gratitude spilling forth as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

As she fluttered around Ruffilo, pulling his hair into a bun, Caden sat on the high rise with a huff.

"I really don’t think that shirt pairs well with that jacket on you. Take it off," Aurora instructed, her tone firm yet playful. Nicolas, the bassist, rolled his eyes with a hint of exasperation but complied, effortlessly peeling the jacket from his shoulders. With a swift motion, he pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall into a crumpled heap at his feet. Aurora caught the shirt mid-air as it flew over her shoulder, her keen eye scanning the array of outfits neatly hung on their clothing rack. Each piece had its own personality, a vibrant mix of colors and textures vying for attention. She bit her lip in concentration, aware that she was running behind schedule; her earlier meeting had unexpectedly extended, and the clock was ticking.

“Is she always this attentive?” Caden inquired, his voice taut and measured, each word dropping with a hint of impatience. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed her focused demeanor.

“Always,” Noah replied, his tone clipped and tinged with a hint of disdain directed at the other man. He couldn't suppress the arrogant smile that slowly crept across his face, illuminating his features with a mix of confidence and mischief. “She knows us better than anyone else,” he added, his voice dripping with a certain pride that only deepened Caden's frown.

"Alright, Lead man," Aurora said with a playful bounce in her step as she approached Noah. A bright smile spread across her face, bringing an air of enthusiasm to the moment. "What are we doing tonight? Are we sticking to business casual like usual, or is it a more laid-back vibe with just a plain tank top?” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few outfits, holding them up against his chest to showcase her selections. The fabric of a crisp button-up shirt in one hand contrasted with the casual ease of a soft, well-worn tank in the other, each option reflecting her keen eye for style.

"What do you think?" Noah asked.

Aurora raised her eyebrows. "You are the control freak here. I don't want to rip this shirt off because you got too close to the fire again."

"That was one time." He smirked.

"One time too many." Aurora muttered, "Oh hell, it doesn't matter. You're going to take off the shirt anyway."

Noah chuckled and said, "Yeah. Yeah." His brown eyes glanced toward Caden, who stood behind Aurora as she sprayed Noah's hair with water. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, styling it to her liking. Moving closer, Noah let his lips hover over her cheek and teased, "I think your boyfriend is jealous."

"Stop that, " she muttered. He doesn't need any more ideas in his head." She ran gel through his brown hair, leaning close to the top of his head.

"And what ideas are in his head?" He could smell her perfume. Noah had gotten her an expensive floral scent for her birthday. Gunpowder, orange, and vanilla. He loved the smell so much that he kept a travel-size in his backpack.

Aurora pushed her glasses up her nose, "Just don't. We are already fighting, and we just saw each other." Noah frowned as she sighed, "He thinks he's more important than this job. I love this job, the ability to listen and help out when it comes to making such great music, even if it's just taking care of you four and Matt."

Noah suppressed his grin. "You like taking care of us?"

He felt pride when Aurora smiled, "Yes, but he doesn't like it."

"I don't care what he likes." Noah shrugged, "You, though, are way too important to replace."

"Just cause I know exactly how to make your tea and coffee?" She teased.

Noah snorted, "Oh yeah, that's exactly why."

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Chapter 2 will come soon. I had to stop there before my brain rotted.

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[thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES

-your fellow enby bi✌🏻

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THESE TWEETS ABOUT NOAH ARE SENDING ME LMAOO

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can you write one were reader is matts sister and Noahs best friend and the band always tease the shit out of them when their glued together? thank you:)

Subtle’s Overrated

Noah Sebastian x bsf!dierkes!reader

Summary: Y/N and Noah’s friendship sparks teasing and undeniable chemistry on tour, but when feelings finally surface, nothing—especially their bandmates—can keep them apart.

Words: 4k

Warnings: Teasing, Friends to Lovers, Use of Alcohol, Mention of smoking weed, I din't proofread it so maybe there's gonna be mistakes. lmk if i forgot something.

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

The airport was buzzing with early morning activity, travelers pulling their luggage through the terminal, announcements echoing overhead. You were leaning against one of the sleek chrome pillars, your carry-on by your feet, scrolling through your phone to pass the time.

Noah was right beside you, as usual. He had his arms crossed, a hoodie tugged over his messy hair, and he was squinting at the boarding pass in his hand like it was written in hieroglyphics.

"I swear they make these things harder to read every year," he muttered, flipping it over like the back might offer some hidden insight.

"It’s not a riddle, Noah," you said with a laugh, reaching out to snatch it from him. "Gate 22. Terminal C. You’ve been doing this for years, and you still act like it’s your first time at an airport."

"Not all of us are travel pros like you, princess," he shot back, smirking as he leaned casually into your space.

Before you could reply, a loud wolf whistle interrupted the moment.

"Ah, look at ‘em! Joined at the hip, as always!" Nick Folio’s voice carried across the terminal as he walked over, balancing a precariously large coffee in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other. "Should we just start planning the wedding now?"

"Shut up, Folio," you groaned, rolling your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed your nonchalance.

"Yeah, shut up, Folio," Noah parroted, tossing a crumpled napkin at him. "Jealousy’s a bad look on you."

Nick feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Jealous? Me? Never. I just think you two make a cute couple."

"Do you ever let up?" Jolly chimed in as he approached, his bag slung over one shoulder. "I mean, they’ve been attached at the hip since day one, and nothing’s happened yet. Maybe they’re just... eternal besties."

"Or they’re both in denial," Matt teased, appearing out of nowhere and clapping Noah on the back hard enough to make him stumble. "Classic slow burn."

"Right, because you’re such an expert on relationships," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at your older brother.

"Hey," Matt replied, grinning. "Just calling it like I see it. And as your big brother, it’s my job to keep the guy glued to your side in line."

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, shaking your head as the rest of the group laughed.

"Big brother or not, you’re still a pain," Noah quipped, though there was no malice in his tone.

"As if you’re one to talk," Matt retorted, pointing at him. "If I had a dollar for every time you’ve mooched off her snacks, I’d be retired by now."

The group chuckled, and even you couldn’t help but crack a smile. This was the usual routine, and as much as you liked to complain about it, it was comforting in a way.

As the teasing died down, Nicholas Ruffilo joined the circle, pulling out his phone. "So," he began, "who’s gonna be the one to lose their luggage this time?"

"My money’s on Noah," Jolly said without hesitation.

"Why me?" Noah protested, looking genuinely offended.

"You lost your passport twice last year," Jolly replied flatly.

"That’s different!"

"How?"

"Uh, it just is," Noah said, his argument faltering as you snorted.

"I’ll help you keep track of your stuff this time," you offered, patting his shoulder mockingly.

"You’re a saint," he said, putting a hand over his heart. "An angel sent to save me from myself."

"Don’t encourage him," Matt groaned, shaking his head.

The overhead speakers crackled to life, announcing the boarding process for your flight. Matt immediately took charge, ushering everyone toward the gate.

"Alright, lovebirds, let’s move it," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"We’re not—"

"Save it," Nick interrupted, throwing an arm around your shoulders as the group started walking. "We all know it’s just a matter of time."

You exchanged a glance with Noah, who shrugged with a small, amused smile. It was the same old joke, but this time, there was a flicker of something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

As you reached the gate, Noah fell into step beside you, close enough that your arms brushed. "You ever feel like they know something we don’t?" he asked quietly, just for you to hear.

"All the time," you admitted, your voice just as soft.

The moment hung in the air for a beat too long before Matt’s voice broke it. "Hurry up, or we’re leaving you behind!"

With a shared smirk, you and Noah picked up the pace, falling into step with the rest of the band.

The plane was relatively quiet as everyone settled into their usual spots. You slid into the window seat with a satisfied sigh, propping your backpack under the seat in front of you. Noah dropped into the middle seat beside you, and Folio followed, plopping down with a dramatic groan.

“Man, who made planes so cramped?” Folio grumbled, stretching his legs as far as they could go without hitting the seat in front of him.

“Quit complaining, Folio,” Matt called from his aisle seat, shooting him a look over Ruffilo’s head. “You know it’s worse on the tour bus.”

“True, but at least I don’t get stuck in the middle of these two on the bus.” Folio gestured to you and Noah. “You’re like magnets, always leaning into each other.”

“Jealous you’re not in the middle?” Noah quipped, earning a snort from Jolly.

“Nah, man. I just don’t want to be collateral damage when this whole slow-burn romance finally combusts,” Folio said, winking at you.

You groaned and shoved his arm lightly. “You guys really need new material.”

“Maybe we’ll stop when you two finally admit it,” Jolly chimed in, earning a chorus of agreement from the others.

Noah just smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Keep dreaming, guys.”

As the plane took off and the initial excitement of the flight settled down, everyone fell into their own routines. Matt pulled out his laptop, muttering something about emails, while Ruffilo popped in his earbuds and started sketching on his tablet. Folio tapped away on his phone, and Jolly was already half-asleep, head tilted against the window.

You glanced at Noah, who was scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “What are you looking at?” you asked softly.

“Nothing interesting,” he said, tilting the screen toward you briefly before locking it. “You thinking of sleeping?”

“Maybe,” you replied with a yawn, leaning your head back. “Flights always make me sleepy.”

“You always knock out within the first hour,” he teased, grinning.

“Can’t help it,” you murmured, already feeling the pull of sleep. Without thinking, you shifted slightly, leaning your headagainst Noah’s shoulder. It wasn’t the first time, and judging by the way he didn’t even flinch, it wasn’t a big deal to him, either.

Time passed, and you drifted off, your breathing evening out as the noise of the plane faded into the background.

It wasn’t long before the teasing began.

“Look at him,” Jolly whispered from across the aisle, his voice low but just loud enough for Noah to hear. “He looks like he’s holding his breath.”

“I think he’s afraid to move,” Ruffilo added, smirking. “Wouldn’t want to wake her, huh?”

“I’m not afraid to move,” Noah said defensively, though he kept his voice quiet so as not to wake you. “I just don’t want her to wake up cranky.”

“Oh, sure,” Matt interjected, leaning forward to get a better look. “That’s a real heroic excuse. But let’s be honest, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Noah shot him a look. “You’re her brother. Shouldn’t you be discouraging this kind of teasing?”

“Should I?” Matt said, feigning deep thought. “Nah, this is too much fun.”

“Careful, Noah,” Folio added, nudging him. “You keep letting her nap on you, and the next thing you know, you’ll be the designated human pillow.”

“Already am,” Noah muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his tone.

The ribbing continued for a bit longer before everyone settled back into their respective distractions. Noah shifted slightly, trying to keep his arm from going numb under your weight. Despite the teasing, he couldn’t help but smile faintly at how peaceful you looked.

As the captain announced the descent, Noah gently nudged your shoulder. “Hey, we’re landing soon. Time to wake up.”

You stirred, blinking sleepily and taking a moment to realize where you were. “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“Don’t apologize,” Noah said, his voice soft. “You looked like you needed it.”

From across the aisle, Jolly piped up, “Did you get any drool on him this time?”

“Jolly!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing as the rest of the band burst out laughing.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Jolly said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Noah just smirked, grabbing your carry-on from under the seat. “Ignore them. They’re just mad they don’t have someone to nap on.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled as everyone prepared to disembark.

The airport was bustling with activity as you and the band made your way outside, your bags in tow. In the bus parking lot, your familiar tour bus stood waiting. Its sleek exterior and logo had become a second home over the years.

As you approached, Folio let out a dramatic sigh. “Ah, the tour bus. Where dreams of legroom come to die.”

You climbed aboard with Noah right behind you. As expected, you both took the booths across from each other—the same ones you’d claimed on every tour since your first. He threw his backpack onto the seat before flopping down, stretching his long legs.

“Surprise, surprise,” Matt said as he followed behind. “You two gravitate toward each other like it’s magnetic.”

“Yeah, we get it, Matt,” you replied, rolling your eyes but smiling. “Maybe we just like consistency.”

“Consistency, huh?” Jolly drawled, sliding into a booth further back. “Sure it’s not because you two can’t go five minutes without making googly eyes at each other?”

Noah shot him a look. “You’re projecting, man.”

“Yeah, totally projecting,” you chimed in, grinning.

“Call it what you want,” Matt teased as he threw his bag into the seat beside him, “but it’s only a matter of time before we’re writing ‘Mr. and Mrs.’ on the bus windows.”

Ruffilo smirked. “Or printing it on the next batch of merch.”

“You guys are insufferable,” you muttered, trying to suppress your laughter.

The drive to the venue was filled with similar banter, the kind that made the long hours on the road bearable. When the bus finally pulled into the lot behind the venue, everyone piled out, stretching and groaning after the ride.

Inside, the band got straight to work setting up for soundcheck. You wandered into the sound booth where Matt was stationed, helping coordinate with the crew.

“You’re still gonna be my unpaid assistant this tour, right?” he asked, grinning as you leaned against the console.

“Of course,” you said with mock enthusiasm. “Living the dream.”

As the band began their soundcheck, you couldn’t help but watch Noah. He was in his element, mic in hand, his voice effortlessly commanding the space. The way he moved, the focus in his expression—it was mesmerizing.

“Subtle,” Matt said dryly, breaking your trance.

“Huh?” You turned to him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Your staring,” he teased. “You’re not exactly sneaky about it.”

“I’m just watching the sound levels,” you lied, feigning nonchalance.

Matt chuckled. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

The band wrapped up soundcheck, and everyone took a break before the show. Back in the green room, the teasing resumed as everyone grabbed snacks and drinks.

“Are we gonna have to peel you two apart again tonight?” Jolly asked, smirking as he sipped his water.

“Not unless you want to lose a limb,” Noah shot back, earning a laugh from Folio.

“Relax, man,” Folio said. “We’re just pointing out the obvious. You two are like those couples in rom-coms—everyone knows what’s coming except you.”

“We’re not a couple,” you said, exasperated. “Can we change the subject?”

“No,” Ruffilo replied immediately, earning a high-five from Jolly.

As showtime approached, you found yourself backstage, the energy in the venue electrifying. The band took the stage, and you couldn’t help but sing along and dance to every song, caught up in the moment.

From where you stood, you could see Noah glancing your way more than once, a small smile tugging at his lips when he caught your eye.

When the show ended, the crowd’s cheers still echoing in your ears, you were more than hyped. The moment Noah stepped offstage, sweaty and flushed from the performance, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Y/N,” he laughed, his voice still rough from singing. “I’m literally soaked in sweat.”

“I don’t care,” you said, grinning as you held on tighter.

“Aww,” Jolly cooed from behind you. “A post-show love fest.”

“Jealous?” Noah shot back, his arms briefly tightening around you before he pulled away, though his smile lingered.

Before you could respond, Matt approached, crossing his arms as he looked at the two of you. “Still hugging, huh?”

“Don’t start,” you warned, though your tone lacked any real bite.

“I’ll start if I want to,” Matt said, smirking. “But I’ve got a better idea. Drinks to celebrate the first show?”

Noah glanced at you, his brow quirking. “What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, still buzzing with excitement.

“Great,” Matt said, clapping his hands. “Let’s pack up and get out of here.”

The bar was dimly lit, buzzing with music and chatter as you and the band made your way to the VIP section. The staff had cordoned off a cozy corner for you, complete with plush leather couches and a low table littered with menus and coasters.

Matt was quick to take charge, ordering the first round of drinks. He came back carrying a tray with an assortment of glasses, grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“To the first show of the tour!” he declared, raising his glass.

“To surviving another tour without killing each other,” Jolly added dryly, earning a laugh from the group as everyone clinked glasses.

The night unfolded in a haze of laughter, stories, and an ever-growing pile of empty glasses. It wasn’t long before Folio and Matt were deep into their cups, leaning heavily into their drunken states.

Folio slumped back into the couch, a lazy grin on his face. “Damn, I’m so drunk,” he mumbled to himself, chuckling. “Shouldn’t have smoked that joint during the show.”

You and Noah, seated next to each other on the crowded couch, exchanged amused glances and laughed quietly at Folio’s confession.

“What’s so funny?” Folio slurred, his glassy eyes focusing on the two of you. Then he paused, squinting as if his vision had just betrayed him. “Wait a minute… are you… sitting on his lap?”

Your cheeks immediately flushed as you realized he was right. The couches were too crowded, and at some point, you’d perched yourself on Noah’s lap to make room. It had felt casual—comfortable even—but now, under Folio’s scrutiny, it was anything but.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, trying to play it cool. “There’s no room.”

“No room,” Folio repeated, his grin widening. “Sure, let’s call it that.”

“Here we go,” Noah muttered under his breath, his arm resting lightly around your waist to keep you steady.

Folio leaned forward, as much as his inebriated state allowed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re awfully cozy for two people who are ‘just friends.’”

“It’s practical,” you countered, though your voice lacked conviction.

“Practical,” Matt chimed in, sliding onto the couch beside Jolly with his drink in hand. His face was flushed, his grin even wider than usual. “That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“No, no, let’s explore this,” Matt said, clearly delighted. “You’re telling me, out of all the space in this VIP section, the only place you could sit is on Noah’s lap?”

“Exactly,” Noah said with a straight face, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “It’s basic physics.”

“Physics,” Matt repeated, laughing. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Better than whatever logic you’re using to justify that shirt,” Noah shot back, gesturing at Matt’s garishly patterned button-up.

“Deflection,” Folio sang, pointing at Noah like he’d cracked some great mystery. “Classic deflection.”

“You two are unbelievable,” you said, shaking your head, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Unbelievable? No, no, no,” Matt said, his voice full of mock indignation. “What’s unbelievable is that you’ve been in each other’s pockets for years, and you’re still pretending nothing’s going on.”

Folio nodded vigorously, almost spilling his drink. “They’re like… like one of those slow-cooking stews. Taking forever, but you know it’s gonna be good when it’s done.”

Noah groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, I think it’s time to get these two to bed.”

You nodded, standing up and grabbing Folio’s arm. “Come on, big guy. Let’s go.”

“I’m fine!” Folio protested, though he made no effort to resist as you and Noah guided him out of the booth.

“You’re fine, huh?” Noah said, steadying him when he stumbled. “Tell that to your liver.”

Behind you, Jolly and Ruffilo waved lazily from the booth. “We’ll hang out a bit longer,” Ruffilo called. “Good luck with those two.”

The walk back to the bus was anything but quiet.

“You two looked real comfortable back there,” Matt teased, slurring slightly but still sharp enough to make you groan.

“It’s not like that,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time, focusing on getting him up the bus steps.

“Sure, sure,” Folio chimed in, leaning heavily on Noah. “Bet you’re just gonna sit on his lap the whole tour, huh?”

“Folio, shut up,” Noah said, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

Once you got them into their bunks—after much coaxing and a few more poorly aimed jokes—you and Noah retreated to the living room section at the back of the bus. It was quiet now, the gentle hum of the bus’s engine filling the space.

You sank onto the couch, exhaling a long breath. “Well, that was… something.”

“Every tour starts like this,” Noah said, sitting across from you. He leaned back, stretching his arms along the top of the couch. “It’s like a rite of passage.”

You laughed softly, running a hand through your hair. “I’m surprised they didn’t start singing wedding bells on the way back.”

“Oh, give them time,” he replied with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. A comfortable silence settled between you, and when you glanced up, you caught Noah watching you, his head tilted slightly, a faint smirk on his lips.

“What?” you asked, your brow furrowing.

“Nothing,” he said, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise.

“Come on,” you pressed, leaning forward slightly. “What’s that look for?”

He shrugged, his smirk deepening. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You,” he said simply, his voice low but teasing.

Noah’s smirk didn’t waver, his gaze steady and warm as he leaned slightly closer. The faint hum of the bus seemed louder in the quiet.

“What about me?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, curiosity and nervousness mingling in your tone.

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully, and then his lips curved into a gentle smile. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

Your breath caught for a second, and you blinked at him, taken off guard. “What?”

He chuckled, the sound low and almost shy, a stark contrast to his usual confidence. “I’m serious. You are.”

A flush crept up your neck as you tried to find your voice. “Noah…”

“What?” he teased, leaning his elbows on his knees, his body angled toward you. “Can’t I say something nice without you getting all flustered?”

“I’m not flustered,” you shot back, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“Right,” he said with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling.

You folded your arms, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Why now? What’s with the sudden compliments?”

He shrugged, his expression softening. “Maybe it’s not sudden. Maybe I’ve always thought it, but I’m just bad at saying it out loud.”

Your heart thudded in your chest at his words. “You think… you think they were right all this time? About us?”

“No,” he said firmly, his voice steady and leaving no room for doubt.

Your stomach dropped a little. “Oh.”

He tilted his head, studying your reaction, and then his lips quirked into a small smile. “I don’t think they were right. I know they were.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his hand lightly brushing against your knee. The air between you felt charged, the space too small yet not enough.

And then he kissed you.

It started slow, tentative, as if testing the waters. His lips were soft, warm, and they lingered against yours just long enough for your breath to hitch. When you didn’t pull away—when you leaned into him, your hands instinctively finding his shoulders—it deepened.

Noah’s hand slid to your waist, guiding you closer as the kiss grew more passionate. The world outside the bus seemed to disappear, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine and the racing of your heartbeat.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled you onto his lap without hesitation. The moment felt electric, the years of teasing, tension, and unspoken words finally snapping into place.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that sent your mind spinning. You shifted slightly, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. His hands rested firmly on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

It was as if nothing else mattered, just the two of you finally crossing an invisible line that had been drawn so long ago.

And then—

“Damn, I’m wayyy too dizzy to sleep in that tiny bunk—” Folio’s voice cut through the haze, slurred but loud enough to make you both freeze.

Your head whipped around, your eyes wide, as Folio stumbled into the living room. He stopped mid-step, his eyes blinking rapidly as they focused on the scene in front of him.

“Oh,” he said, his tone laced with a mix of shock and amusement. “Ohhhhhh.”

You scrambled off Noah’s lap, your cheeks burning hotter than the sun as you tried to compose yourself. Noah, on the other hand, stayed seated, though he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his expression caught somewhere between frustration and bemusement.

“Folio,” you started, your voice a pitch higher than normal. “What are you doing up?”

He pointed vaguely in the direction of the bunks. “Too dizzy. Needed air. Did not expect to walk into… whatever this is.”

“This isn’t… it’s not—” you stammered, flailing for words.

Folio smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Nah, don’t stop on my account. Just… maybe put a sock on the door next time or something?”

“Go to bed, Folio,” Noah said, his tone exasperated but still holding a hint of a smile.

Folio gave a mock salute before stumbling back toward the bunks, muttering something about how the tour was going tobe very interesting.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you buried your face in your hands. “Oh my God.”

Noah chuckled, his hand reaching out to tug gently at your wrist, pulling your hands away. “Well, that wasn’t exactly how I imagined this going.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though your face was still flaming. “So much for subtle.”

“Subtle’s overrated anyway,” he said, his smirk returning as he pulled you back down beside him.

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A/N: Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Let me know if you'd like me to continue this as a mini-series. Also, my asks are always open—feel free to request anything!

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Our moody boy 😂

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As a follow up to "Noah and his good boy hair", we have "Noah and his bad boy hair"

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halloween party (noah sebastian x reader)

18+, mdni, nsfw, Ghostface and Halloween-themed

It is October 31st, meaning it is both Halloween and my room mate Noah’s birthday. Every year we celebrate it at the same time, along with me, the rest of the band and some other friends and crew-members.

I start to get ready, and I had decided I wanted to be an attractive vampire this year for Halloween. I wear a fancy white blouse with a black leather corset on top, with rose detailed designs on it, making it look chic like and perfect for the costume. Underneath that I wear a short leather skirt, black thin tights and long, warm black socks for over my matching leather boots, detailed with spikes and chains. My black hair is styled a bit messy and my make up is dark with red, matching with the blood colored lipstick on my lips, that I smug a bit on the edges. When I look at the reflection of the mirror, I look satisfied and am ready for the party.

When I leave my room to head downstairs, I hear Noah's door open and close, making me smile in excitement.

“Hey birthday guy—“

I want to greet him, but as soon as I see what he is dressed up this year, which is Ghostface, I am stuck in my tracks. My lips part as I slightly swallow, my eyes taking in Noah, feeling my cheeks slowly flush. No way he is dressed up as Ghostface, my all time favorite horror character, someone I secretly swoon about sometimes, since I might… have a thing for masks.

Noah clearly notices me eyeing him up and down, as he then amusingly asks, “Like what you see, y/n?” His voice is a bit muffled by the mask.

“Eh, yeah, you—you look very cool as Ghostface,” I stumble, swallowing once again, quickly tucking strands of hair behind my ear as I then move past him, downstairs down to the kitchen, making me suddenly very aware how short my skirt is again as I move.

He follows me down to the kitchen, feeling his stare burning behind me, feeling like it's completely taking me in, making me heat up even more.

“When will the others arrive again?” I then ask once we are in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water out of our fridge and taking some quick gulps. Our kitchen and living room is decorated and in the Halloween spirit, something I loved to do for Noah since I love both decorating and Halloween.

Noah stands next to me, and I notice a slight smile present on his face under the mask by the bright lights in the kitchen, looking around at my decorations as well. “You have outdid yourself this year once again,” he comments, before remembering my question. “They should be here in like 20 minutes.”

I smile up at him, appreciating his compliment. “Thank you, always try my best.”

I turn to put the bottle back into the fridge, and when I then turn back around to Noah again, his mask is off, revealing his messy hair that is slightly pulled back, and in combination with the gloves and robe he is wearing I almost choke in my own breath.

“Jesus Christ,” I then mumble underneath my breath as a I move myself to the couch before I can embarass myself even more.

Noah and I have been roommates for a year now, being kind enough to rent and share his space with me, and if I’m being honest I have found him attractive from the start. But since we became good friends and he is mostly away on the road with his band, I decided to let the possibility of something more blooming between us go.

Noah lets out a low chuckle as he notices me looking flustered as he sits down right beside me, clearly being very much aware of the effect he has on me. “You okay?” he asks, a slight smile on his face as he tilts his head at me.

“Yeah,” I mumble, as I then watch him for a moment, my eyes ranking down to his costume again. “I can imagine that being warm inside,” I then nod to his outfit, flushing once again, so I quickly flick my eyes down to my lap. Damn, I hate being so flustered so fucking easily—I shouldn’t and I know that it’s wrong, but he looks even ten times hotter with that damn costume on.

He raises an eyebrow at my comment. “You’re not wrong,” he shrugs, before he lets his eyes move down to my outfit as well.

“I can imagine yours is a bit heavy as well,” he then comments, his eyes raking over my corset.

“Oh, it's okay,” I shrug with a sheepish smile, looking down at my white blouse and corset on top. “There’s a chance that I’ll take the blouse from underneath the corset off later this evening though, since the house will be pretty crowded and stuff.”

Noah nods slowly at my statement, the image seeming to flash before his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I should take my robe off for the same reason,” he then jokingly comments, winking in my direction, before he gets up from the couch again, heading to the kitchen to get himself something to drink.

Oh, you definitely should, I mentally think to myself, feeling heated by his wink, and then quickly shake the thought away in embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later, Noah’s friends and band members arrive, all wishing him a happy birthday and some of my friends join us later. Even though Noah insisted that he did not want some special moment with a cake and candles he had to blow out, we of course did exactly that, and even though he rolled his eyes and pretended to be grumpy with his arms crossed in front of his chest, I could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he secretly enjoyed it.

Later that evening, I’m sitting on the couch talking with some friends, laughing and drinking, and I feel Noah stealing some glances from me sometimes, making me blush and I stare back whenever I have the confidence. Now he just smugly smiles a bit, leaning against the counter with his Ghostmask off again, gloves wrapped around his beer, and my mind already goes to the most unholiest things so quickly—how the cold of the leather gloves would feel around my throat for example—

I clear my throat and quickly shake the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on the conversation with my friends again, mentally slapping myself against the head. I'm the worst.

But then, I feel someone sitting next to me, and almost jump when it's Noah, looking at me with an amused expression and some glint in his eyes that I can’t quite unravel yet.

“Noah,” I smile, “hi.”

He lifts his beer at me in a greeting gesture before smirking and turning his full attention to me. “How are you enjoying the party, Little Vampire?” he asks, coming up with a nickname right there on the spot, making me both blush in amusement and flattery.

He then leans back into the couch with a slight grin, before taking a sip from his drink. “Nice to see you didn’t cover your neck tonight.”

I can’t help but chuckle at his little joking comment. “Well, could say the same about the people around me, right? Need something to feed from after all,” I joke back.

He amusingly laughs at my remark, for sure noticing the redness once again spreading across my cheeks by the way his eyes seem to gleam even more.

Noah then leans in a little, making me let out an uncontrollable nervous breath, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before he looks into my eyes again, a mischievous glint now in his own dark ones.

“But have you found someone to feed of off yet? You’ve been eyeing me all night I’ve noticed.”

My eyes widen a little as he says that, my heart racing up a little, and I sheepishly smile at him.

“Have I? Oh—“

I blink as I don't know how to get the words out of my throat for a moment, and then proceed to quickly shake my head as my blush keeps spreading on my face, answering his question. “I have not found someone yet to feed, no—“

A smirk plays on Noah's lips as he notices my reaction, deciding to take it one step further. “Well you know… since it’s my birthday, I can give you a gift…” he then whispers into my ear.

Goosebumps appear on my skin as heat spreads now almost everywhere in my body at this point, and I slightly gasp at the feeling of one of his leather gloves then sliding up on my thigh.

“Aren’t people supposed to give you a gift when its their birthday?” I then answer back, looking at him through my lashes, the feeling of him squeezing the flesh of my thigh as well already unraveling so much inside of me already.

He lets out a playful hum, letting his hand travel further up now to my hip. He leans even more forward, his dark brown eyes trained on my lips again first before looking back into my eyes.

Then to my surprise he brushes his lips past my ear, his breath grazing my skin, making me hold my own. “Well… my birthday wish from you is to give me what you want most.”

A shaky breath escapes from my with red, blood colored painted lips, and I slightly turn my head to his face so our noses slightly brush against each other, faces dangerously close, making me able to feel his soft breathing through his nose brushing against my face.

I decide its now or never, wanting to take this chance, wanting him.

“How about you help a helpless vampire out and be my victim for tonight?” I whisper back, smiling slightly.

A slight grin forms on Noah's face as he hears my request. Leaning back a little he locks eyes with me for a moment before standing up, holding out his hand. “Follow me.”

With both nerves and excitement I take his hand, letting him pull me along towards the staircase that leads up to our apartments bedrooms, my heart pounding in my chest as we walk up side by side.

My mind is already spinning with nerves, desire and excitement. As soon as we reach his bedroom, he closes it behind us once we are in, and when he places his Ghostface mask back on his face again my eyes slightly widen, and the arousal between my legs begins to spread. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

Then, Noah grabs me and pins me against his door, his hands resting behind me on each side of my body. He tilts my head at him, the mask making him look somewhat scary and yet mysterious—mysterious enough for me to become more flustered than ever. His eyes wander down to my lips, seeing the need to press them against mine but he clearly wants the game to continue first, just a little bit longer—by sliding his knee up between my legs, resting between my thighs.

I whimper as he does that, heart racing even more, and I need to hold onto his biceps for support because of the heat already being spread between my thighs, making me light headed with desire—and of course his biceps feel hard and trained, just like they normally already look like, and it makes me ache for him even more.

Noah smirks at the feeling of me holding onto him. “Already so needy and wanting for me,” he says into my ear, his hands sliding down my sides, feeling the lace of my corset underneath his fingers. He presses up against me with his knee to gain a little bit more friction against my core, making me let out another gasp.

“Noah,” I can’t help but gasp out his name, making me flush a little.

He leans his face against my neck, slowly taking off his mask again to let his lips hovering over my skin, his breath grazing the area gently, before pressing a small peck to the skin. “I can only imagine the sounds I can get out of you tonight.”

His teeth tug at my earlobe, before moving down towards my jawline, placing another kiss there. I groan, then wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him even more against me, making me able to feel his excitement growing, and it makes everything inside of me flush and heat up, and the desire for him grow. The thought that I’m the one that makes him feel this needy, makes me feel even more worked up.

Noah's hips push against mine, his head now buried in my neck, kissing the skin, even teasingly biting the skin at various places, not hard enough to cause any real harm, but enough to cause red marks that’ll stay for a while.

“Aren’t I the vampire here though?” I can’t help but teasingly grin at that.

Pulling his face out from my neck he looks into my eyes, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smirk as I say that. “I think you’re forgetting that tonight is my birthday, not yours, little vampire, and I get to do what I want… and right now, all I want is you.” He leans in towards my face, his lips just inches away from mine—so close, yet so far.

“And this is only the beginning of your gift to me.”

My doe eyes widen as I look up to him, eager and desperate, and I still stubbornly lean to his neck despite his words, placing a few kisses before marking some bits of his skin. I feel him shiver underneath my touch, a low groan escaping his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

When I pull back with a smug smile, I say, “Vampires still need to be fed, birthday or not.”

He takes a small step back from me, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly, a smirk creeping on his face. “Take off the corset.”

The fast beating of my heart goes up to the pulse of my neck as he asks me that, a confirmation of where I hoped this night between us would go, and I quickly nod as I then take off the corset, leaving me in just my thin white blouse, revealing the outline of my chest, and a fire builds up in the pit of my stomach by the way he watches my every move.

Noah then takes a slow step towards me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me close towards him, hips rubbing against mine again. I start to breathe heavily, hands trembling as I feel nervous yet excited.

Lifting my chin, he presses kisses to my jawline again, nipping at the skin here and there as well and it makes me softly moan, the other hand slowly moving up to my chest, as it goes underneath the fabric of my blouse. I enjoy the feeling of his warm, large hand there, making a ragged breath escape from my lips.

His fingers graze across my collarbone, feeling my skin underneath, and the touch is so light, almost like a feather is touching me. His lips trace up from my neck to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently again. Then, he takes a step back, my eyes locked with his, before he speaks.

“Get on the bed, now.”

I eagerly nod at him, walking towards his bed, sitting down at it and already taking and kicking off my own boots without him having to ask me to, since I’m getting desperate and needy for him by the minute—I’ve fantasized about a moment like this for embarrassingly too long, and now that it’s finally happening I want it now.

Noah then watches me lay down on his bed, eyes raking over my frame, taking in what was going to be his gift for tonight. He walks over to me before straddling my hips, taking his gloves off with his teeth before letting them fall onto the ground. The sight of him doing that makes my eyes nearly pop out, it being one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

Leaning down, Noah places teasing kisses on my cheek, then jaw, and slowly moving down to my neck again, his hands working on unbuttoning my blouse. His lips kiss every little part of exposed skin down from my neck, to my collarbones and then down to my chest, making me whimper and shift my hips against the mattress in anticipation—and I already feel like I'm getting taken to cloud nine.

He lets his tongue run across my skin, tasting me as he unbuttons the last few buttons of my blouse, making me gasp. He pushes the fabric off my arms and down onto the floor, then pulling back, looking down and taking in the sight of my skin and exposed chest. He licks his lips as his hands glide up to my sides, caressing the soft skin.

“So, so gorgeous,” he whispers in the dark, almost more towards himself it seems, his eyes drifting back up to meet mine after.

It feels like I’m exploding with fuel and desire inside, being lit up with every touch and look of him, making my heart hammer inside of my chest from nerves but especially excitement. My hips start to grind against his a bit, making me able to press a little against his bulge, and I have to bite back a amused smile by that, as I feel myself drooling between my legs by the feeling at the same time.

A low groan escapes Noah's lips as he looks back down between the both of us, getting stimulated by my movements. His lips then find my jaw again, teeth scraping the skin before pulling back to look into my eyes. He gives me a dark, smug look before he stands up from the bed, his hands slowly taking off his robe and the long sleeved shirt he wears underneath, letting it slide down his body as it falls to the ground by his feet. “Tell me how much you want me, sweetheart, so I can give you everything and more.”

And Jesus fucking Christ—he’s a sight, a goddamn hot, tattooed and worked out sight as I let my eyes roam over his exposed chest, flushing madly by it

“I want you,” I whisper as my eyes go back to his own darkened ones again, “for so long. Even more… like this.”

His lips curve into a smile as he slowly steps back towards me again, moving his hands down to his pants, slowly unbuckling the belt while looking into my eyes that slightly widen in anticipation. “How long have you waited for this?”

“Too long to admit,” I mumble, my eyes going down to his belt. “It's embarrassing.”

Noah slides his pants down his legs along with his underwear, letting them fall to the floor as well before slowly climbing on the bed, hovering over me once again, making my heart rate rise madly. His hands slide down my body, down to my skirt, his fingers hooking into them as I continue to look at him.

“It’s okay, I have too. And I know how needy you are right now, sweetheart.” He kisses my jawline, hands slowly pulling my skirt down my body, leaving me in only my panties.

“You–really?” I stumble as I hear his words, and all the fire in me burns up again, making me need him so badly, and wanting him, craving him, more than ever before.

One of his hands caresses my thigh, feeling the soft skin underneath his lean fingers, before slowly gliding up to my covered center. He watches his hand as it moves slowly over my panties, his fingers grazing my core, applying a teasing but light pressure, making me squirm.

“Of course,” he says in response, a devilish grin on his face, eyes looking down at where his hand is touching, and God, it's another hot sight. His other hand goes to remove the rings he wears on his fingers, the chunky silver ones I've grown to love so much, and I get more needy for him by the minute, making my body tremble with eagerness.

I look down at our naked bodies, making me heavily flush again but also dampen with even more in anticipation. Once his rings have made their way onto the nightstand he leans down towards my ear again. His lips ghost over the skin of my neck, trailing down as he speaks, “Are you sure you’re ready to be mine?... To let me take you in every way possible? To make you completely mine?”

He nips at the flesh before pulling back a little to look into my eyes. I whimper desperately at his words, chest rising up and down heavily, my arms already wrapping around his neck.

“Yes,” I breathe out in response, my eyes then looking at his lips.

Noah's right hand cups my cheek, gently caressing the skin with his thumb, and then finally pressing a soft kiss to my lips—it’s slow, passionate, and full of desire. Soon, his tongue grazes my lower lip, teasingly asking for entrance which I instantly give him, before moving his other hand to my waist and starting to slide my panties down my legs, all while never breaking the kiss.

I moan deeply in our kiss, my legs already slowly opening for him in pure eagerness as he then throws my panties away once they are fully down. His tongue slips into my mouth, swirling with mine as he groans against my mouth, the taste of him sweet and heavenly.

Noah's hands then slide across my thighs, his teeth grazing my bottom lip as he pulls it back for a second to look at me, before leaning down and kissing me once more, and God, it kills me and makes my anticipation and need for him grow even more and more. His right hand slides up my thigh, his fingers feeling the warmth of my center before rubbing against it gently.

My back arches slightly, eyes squeezing shut by the pleasure, and my jaw drops as sounds of pleasure begin to escape me. Noah can't seem to help but moan into my mouth in response, it makes him feel how badly I need him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to my jawline, then slowly down to my neck, leaving a few bruising bites behind, and I know they'll show tomorrow when I get up.

My panting and moaning get heavier and heavier with the more pleasure he gives me, his movements teasing at first, but then speeding up—leaving me a trembling mess. I can feel myself getting close, and Noah is being able to know by my desperate sounds and the way I move underneath him.

His lips pull away from my neck again, and he slowly slides down my body, placing kisses against my skin as he goes, his lips coming to rest at my chest. His left hand moves up my side towards my arm, pinning it down against the bed, before doing the same with the other arm. And now he has me underneath him, completely at his mercy, making my heart speeding up even more, with lips parted as I look at him with anticipation, as I'm about to get closer and closer to the edge.

Noah continues to work his fingers against my core, lips kissing all the way down my chest and then towards the inside of my thigh, leaving a faint trail of marks behind as he goes. His teeth graze the skin while his dark, lustful eyes never leave mine.

“Please,” I then breathe out as his mouth goes closer to my center, “I need you there—”

He listens to my pleas as a grin forms across his face. “Such a needy thing you are,” he chuckles softly against my sensitive skin. His eyes look back up to mine before looking at my aching core, making me shift even more in need.

“But, I will give you what you desire,” he then hums. His tongue flicks out, teasingly licking a slow, but broad trace, making me sharply inhale.

”Fuck,” I heavily pant out, making my back arch even more. I feel him smirk as my hips buck against his mouth as he hears the sounds of me falling apart beneath him. The hand that was holding my arm down moves up towards my head, gently lacing his fingers into my hair before pulling it, and he looks up again at me.

“Be good and take it,” he then commands with a low voice, it being enough to make me moan out loud again.

“I’ll take it,” I pant in response, “fuck, I’ll take it all—”

Noah hums against my core, slightly vibrating against me, driving me crazy. He then looks up at me through his lashes, watching my face contort and twitch in pleasure. His left hand then moves to the desk next to his bed again, taking one of the gloves off it and sliding it on again, making my eyes widen. Oh god—he has definitely noticed what those gloves did to me the whole evening.

I see him having to hold back a grin at my reaction, confirming that. “Look at you baby, already looking wrecked,” he teases, his eyes and lips leaving my enter to look up at me, his gloved hand now moving down to my core, slowly rubbing me, and I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of the leather against me.

“Oh God Noah,” I choke out, feeling myself getting even closer to the edge, and his lips curve into a mischievous grin.

“And now look at you, begging me already,” he taunts after a dark, amused chuckle follows. “I’ll give you what you want, darling, but only if you say my name. That’s the only way you’ll get what you need.”

“Noah,” I desperately choke out, my voice sounding needy, practically shaking as I say his name, and he chuckles softly at how vulnerable and exposed I am right now. “I’m so close, please—“

“That’s my pretty thing,” Noah hums, his lips going back to my aching center, continuing to devour me with his tongue, and I let out the most desperate sounds, and soon enough I grab and pull his hair, hitting my edge, hard and with trembling legs he needs to hold with both his hands.

The sounds I'm making are almost loud enough for the others, and the realization makes my climax feel even more pleasurable and hot to me. Noah pulls away from my center, looking at me, taking in my dazed expression.

“What a pretty thing you are, y/n,” he praises me as he crawls over and hovers over me again.

I blush yet roll my eyes at the same time, chuckling lightly. “Yeah yeah,” I playfully respond as I swat his chest, and he joins my laughter.

“Now roll over for me, and make me wish you an even better happy birthday.”

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Smiley Noah

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Now playing: Meddle About

Noah x F! Reader smut 18+ MDNI

Tw- mentions of choking, teasing, grinding, man handling (please please please tell me if you feel I missed a tw, I never want to upset anyone, thank you!🫶🏼) not proof read

Summary- you and Noah have a little cat and mouse game, who is bound to break first? You or Noah?

AN will be at the end, enjoy 🫶🏼

word- around 3k

Divider by- @saradika-graphics 🫶🏼

Noah wasn’t one to believe in the ‘love at first sight’ he was more of a ‘I would hook up with her’

The boys always either attended parties or hosted them. Noah typically stayed alone in his room or would hang with the boys and if someone came along to hook up then he would do that.

Noah was more concerned with his needs and wants for and to the band. He didn’t want any distractions or anything tied down that would take his attention away from his ‘work’.

Ever since you both met, he hasn’t gotten you out of his head. You both haven’t known each other long and have only talked a couple of times but that didn’t stop him from craving you and your presence.

He wasn’t one to crave something or someone for that matter but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t know if he wanted you on your knees worshipping him or vice versa.

He did know though that he wanted you. He was thinking of different scenarios for you both to become closer and different fantasies about you doing different things.

Ever since you first met you both felt this little spark, neither of you acted it out at first though. When you first moved to LA you were very hesiastan about the scene, seeing as you weren’t from the area.

Your friends had assured you that the ‘party’ you were all going to was not a party, normally that meant it was a party but relief was hit when you saw it really wasn’t a party.

You remember the first time you saw him in the living room, you had walked over and taken a seat next to him. You weren’t gonna flirt with him you just thought he was cute and it was the only seat available, perfect.

You both had spent that day talking a bit and getting to know each other, but, as the night carried on and the drinks were passed around you were both in your own world. You had asked him about his music, he was asking why you moved down to LA. You were just getting to know each other.

But the more you talked through the night the more you couldn’t help the feeling of craving something coming around your body. You tried to shift your mind off of whatever it was that was pulling you towards those thoughts.

Noah took note of the way your thighs were rubbing together and the way you were shifting around in your seat, tilting his head “you okay?” he asked with a smirk coming to life on his lips.

You both knew what that question meant, “yea, just getting cozy” you say flashing an innocent smile, you couldn’t help but take a look at his tattoos and lick your lips, bringing your eyes back up to him and giving him another smile.

Noah knew the look in your eyes because he did the same thing when you walked in, short shorts, a black tank top, showing off your curves, hair up, exposing your neck that he definitely didn’t want to take a bite of.

“Okay, just making sure, don’t want my guest to be uncomfortable” he says nodding his head, he took note of the lack of attention on them, half the boys were in the kitchen, the girls you were with were outside playing a game with the boys.

“I’m having a lot of fun actually” you say, seduction dripping from your lips, you were picturing him taking control of you but you were one to not break.

Noah was sat on the right side of the couch, man spreading, arms on display due to him wearing a plain black tank top and some black sweatpants, he didn’t plan on coming down.

Noah typically stayed to himself with work but when the boys told him some new friends were coming by he figured he should take a break. With the band taking off he knew he deserved a break and some fun.

What he didn’t expect was to see a beautiful woman standing in the doorway with some friends. He didn’t care for your friends being there at the moment but as soon as he saw you he needed you. The boys followed behind him welcoming you and your friends inside.

Getting food and drinks out, talking and getting to know everyone better. You and your friends had moved away from your small town into the big Los Angelous scene. You were excited to finally break free from a place you were being held down at. You just didn’t expect to see an extremely handsome man though.

You both spent the night teasing eachother, you found you both had a lot in common. You wanted to stay longer but the girls were ready to go and you didn’t want to give Noah what he wanted.

As the girls said goodbye and gave hugs you made sure to give Noah and extra big hug, whispering in his ear “I hope to see you again, handsome” you wanted to get the last word before leaving.

Noah bit his tongue and smiled “it was nice meeting you, Y/N, hopefully next time we can pick up where we left off”. You knew that smile was not a regular smile, it was like a challenge. Would you be the one to make the next move or him? You didn’t exchange numbers, you wanted to make him wait it out.

Ever since the first meeting you both spent time playing cat and mouse, everytime Noah tried to get you alone you would slip away. Just barely missing his finger tips, you loved working him up.

Everytime you were near him he craved you, he wanted to take you every chance he could when it was just you too. You were very aware of how Noah felt, you felt the same way but you loved this cat and mouse game.

When it was just you together you would subtly tease him, rubbing your hands against his thigh, everytime you would stretch you would make sure to wear something to help reveal your skin.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you, he just wanted a taste, a bite of you, anything. Noah couldn’t get the thought of you lying under him, panting, whining, crying for him to go harder, faster, slower.

The boys this particular night were hosting a big party, their second album was doing great, their shows were kicking off, they had interview after interview, so it only made sense to celebrate the new accomplishments that were made.

Noah was making his way through the crowds of people in the house, he was keeping his eye out for you. Noah needed to see you tonight, he couldn’t hold off on another week of not touching you.

As Noah made his way into the kitchen that’s where he spotted you, leaning up against the fridge, drink in hand, talking to someone. Noah could see the boredom in your eyes from the conversation you were having with the guy. He made his way further into the kitchen, reaching into the cooler for a beer.

Noah tried to be nonchalant and not get pissed at the fact this guy was cornering you. He should be the one in that position, he should be the one teasing holding you, not someone night jackass.

As Noah stood back up, he he couldn’t help but over hear your conversation, peaking his interest. “Well, it has been a while since I was with someone” you said, a smirk now plastered on your face, teasing eyes meeting his, you give him an innocent smile.

You were aware of what you were doing, you wanted to see how long you could get away with teasing him before he cracked. The guy, whose name you didn’t care for, was now interested in what you had to say, but Noah was more enthralled with your words.

Deciding to stay where he stood, in your presence, he wanted to hear more of what you had to say. He took a seat at the island stationed in the center of the kitchen. Cutting any conversation started with him short.

“Well, babygirl, I can help you with that” the man replied, you didn’t care for him but you knew he needed to be there for your game. You bring your hand to his chest, tapping on it rhythmically “mmm, I don’t think so” you teased, humming to yourself.

Keeping an eye on Noah’s reactions, you saw him start to clench his jaw, and his fist tighten around the can of beer, hearing the metal crinkle under the pressure.

“Oh come on” the man said, his hand was now on your lower back, pulling you closer to him and away from the fridge, you forced out a giggle to keep Noah’s attention up and high, you didn’t want him to miss the show you were gonna put on.

Before you could reply, one of your favorite songs came on “Meddle About by Chase Atlantic”, what a perfect opportunity you thought to yourself. You stood up and grabbed the man’s arm leading him out the kitchen and to the living room.

“I wanna dance, this is my favorite song” you said, you didn’t want to grind on a stranger you didn’t know but you knew in the long run it would be worth it..

As the song started the man pulled you close against him his chest. You closed your eyes and let the music to take over your body, you couldn’t wait for Noah to snap, you had been working him for what felt like ages.

You started to grind up against the stranger, opening your eyes, looking across the room to meet Noah’s. Jaw clenched, eyes piercing with anger? Jealousy? You couldn’t help the little smirk come to life on your face, the plan was working.

Noah sat back in his seat, never taking his eyes off you, watching the way your hips danced around with that man and not him. The way you would giggle at the touches he gave you as the song progressed.

Noah wanted to pick you up in his arms, take you back to his house and fix the problem you started in his pants. Noah wasn’t one to fall for games though, he was aware of your plan and what you wanted, he wasn’t gonna give it to you though.

As the song finished up, you turned around to the guy, telling him you had to use the restroom real quick. You quickly made your way through the living room and up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. As you walked down the halls you felt someone grab you and muffled your mouth.

You kick and thrash in the persons arms, trying to break free, “shhhh, shhh, it’s me” you heard, recognizing Noah’s voice, you slowly turned around in his arms.

You stood inside, what appears to be someone’s bedroom, you were pressed against the door, Noah leaning over you, brown eyes never looking away from you.

You could feel your pussy soaking through your panties, as Noah started to run his fingers against your thighs, tracing your warm skin under his fingertips.

Leaning down against your ear, whispering darkly “I know your little game, Y/N” he said in a teasing voice, bringing his fingers up closer to your shorts.

“I see the way you look at me, I see the way you sway your hips when you walk away from me, the way you stretch making sure your ass perks up in the air” the more Noah spoke the more Noah’s fingers explored, sliding under the hems of your shorts, coming close to your pussy, then slowly taking them away.

“You thought I wouldn’t catch on but I knew the moment I saw you” he says, turning you around, your chest now against the door, pulling the hips towards his, bringing you closer to him.

You could feel Noah’s hands tighten around your hips, grinding your pussy down against his cock, giving you some relief. Forcing out a moan from pleasure, you had spent nights fucking yourself to the thought of him taking control of you.

“ remember at the pool party? When it was just us, hmm?” Noah asked, slipping his hands inside of your shorts, slowly bring his fingers down to your pussy, just barely missing your clit.

“N-Noah” you whined out, he was so close to touching you, giving you what you wanted, pushing your hips forward trying to get any friction and pleasure.

“No, answer my question” Noah says sternly, taking his hand away from your pussy, placing his hand back on your hips, grinding you against him. He could feel his cock pulsating in his jeans, he could just imagine your tight pussy wrapped around him.

“Yes, I-I remember!” You cried out, of course you remembered. The boys had left for a quick second to grab the food for the barbecue you and you did a strip tease for Noah, sliding down your shorts, swaying your hips in the process. Fixing the top of your bathing suit, and accidentally letting the top drop, flashing him for a quick second. You had ‘apologized’ but you both knew it wasn’t needed.

“You teased me, and then flashed me these beautiful tits, except you didn’t let me touch them, remember?” Noah asked, leaving kisses against your neck, sliding his hand up your chest, grasping your boobs and squeezing them, he was running his hands all over your body, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Please, Noah, touch me” you cried out, your pussy was throbbing with need, and the way he was running his hands up and down your body didn’t help. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. The way Noah was taking control of you made you feel like a hunter caught his prey.

Noah slipped his hands under your shirt, mumbling in your ear “is this okay, pretty girl?”, you nod your head, pleading for more. “Yes, more please” you cried out, you hated the way he had you under his eyes like a spell. You were suppose to be the hunter and he the prey.

Pushing your bra as best as he could to the side and out the way he started to fiddle with your boobs. Drawing out whimpers and cries, he was very skilled with his hands, you wanted that skill to go somewhere else though, you wanted him to hurry up and give you what you wanted.

You turned around, causing Noah to drop his hands from your boobs back to your hips, pushing you back up against that door, “come on, pretty girl, you know I have the upper hand” Noah teases, leaning down, eyes lowered, mouth barely pressed against yours.

“It’s my game” you whined out, you were so used to being the one in control, Noah was the only one who made your body feel hot and good. “No, baby girl, it’s my game, I give you what you want, when I want” he says firmly, pressing his lips against yours.

Forcing out a moaning, giving him open invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance, you didn’t want to give up, but the way his tongue felt against yours, teasing and strong. You couldn’t help but give up, allowing him full control.

Now that you gave your submission up to him, Noah took this opportunity to tease your mouth his tongue, tangling it with yours, pulling back giving you a quick kiss, he brings up his fingers replacing them for his tongue.

Wrapping your lips around them, sucking the digits he had placed inside. You couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would feel like in your mouth. This thought brought out a moan from you, the thought of him throat fucking you, taking you raw.

“What’s wrong, baby? You need something bigger?” Noah teased, the way you were so compliant under his hands now, you were so close being fully under his hands.

You nodded your head as best as you could, your hands grasping his wrist to keep his hand in place. Noah bringing up his other hand, gently wrapping his fingers around your throat, tightening just a bit.

“Too bad, you’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re gonna have to wait” Noah says firmly, taking his hands away from your body, taking your away from the door, “see you next time”.

Noah slipped out the door, leaving you standing alone panting, you didn’t think he would do all that so quickly, but you also knew it was your move next. You weren’t sure of how you would get him back you had an idea. Taking a look at your surrounding you realized you were in Noah’s room.

You thought of a quick idea, and quickly unbuttoned your pants, slipping off your panties, you quickly got dressed again, slipping them under his pillow for him to find later tonight.

AN- Mandy and I have spent the last few weeks about this and I’m finally getting it out now, I tagged everyone who I thought might like it, I’m not sure when the next part will be out but I plan for it to be soon. I want to get back more into writing it’s just life has been very hectic as of late, I will be posting a master list soon, and updating a few things on my blog.

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