#one minute i was watching the interview the next i giffed it

[sophsun1]

Sam Reid | In Creative Company Interview

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-Twenty Four

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Did y'all bring your umbrellas and washcloths? Cause it gets a bit messy in this.

FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT. KILL GOD. DETHRONE.

We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.

🪽🔮

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

“So are you saying there’s a new Bad Omens music video on the horizon?” 

With a trick smile, I adjusted my position in the chair and shrugged to the camera on my computer. “Uh, yeah. I can’t tell you which one but it’ll be out there soon.” 

The group of people who were interviewing me via Zoom cheered until one of them asked the next question. It went like this for a few more minutes and I did my best to pay attention and not reach for my phone. Tonight was important and even with how poised and professional I looked during the interview, my knee was bouncing under my desk with nerves. Everything had been planned down to the last detail, Michael giving me shit for stressing out about nothing. 

“It’s Y/N, you know she’d be fine with just an easel and new paints,” he chuckled while watching me set up Y/N’s studio. 

I paused setting up the plants on a shelf to turn towards him. “I know. But she deserves this; all of this. She needs a place to escape by herself for a little while.” 

“You have to relax,” Michael rested his hands on my shoulders, looking directly into my eyes. “You need to enjoy the new beginnings of your relationship. You and Y/N love each other, that’s what matters. Not how many plants she has.” 

Shaking my head from the earlier memory, I hummed towards the interviewer. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” 

She chuckled. “We’ve seen some growth vocally on this new record from the last. Can you give us a little insight on that?” 

With a nod, I divulged how I recently started working with a vocal coach who helped bring out this side of me that I had always hidden under a veil of self-doubt and insecurities. 

Suddenly my phone buzzed on the desk and I quickly peered down at it, my heart jumping into my throat. 

Angel 🪽: I’m walking out of therapy right now, I’ll be home and ready to go in an hour! 

While the interviewers chatted amongst themselves briefly, I typed out a fast response before taking a long drink of my coffee. 

Me: No rush, angel. We have all night. I should be finishing up this interview soon. 

Another question and another answer. It went on like this for a few minutes until I noticed another text from Y/N. 

Angel 🪽: You already got coffee?🥺 

My heart dropped when I saw that emoji because I could vividly picture her soft lips in a pout just like it. Her bright eyes wide. 

Me: Don’t do that, you know I can’t resist that face you pull.  Jolly brought it from Fika. Astrid made an extra by mistake. We can swing by and get you one.

Thankfully, my hands were just off camera so no one who was watching would be able to see my texting. 

Wait. 

Me: Wait, are you watching? You little sneak.

Deciding to give my attention back to the interview, I finished it within the next thirty minutes and thanked them with a wide smile before clicking out of Zoom. Standing up from the desk in the studio, I read Y/N’s message as I trotted down the stairs toward my bedroom. 

Angel 🪽: Of course, I’m watching. I watch all of your interviews. I also love teasing you. I already stopped by Fika after therapy. I will say that I’m excited about what you have planned for later. 

Veering left instead of right, I stepped inside Y/N’s art studio and stood in the middle of the room, assessing every inch of it to make sure it was absolutely perfect. The memory of earlier today stumbling inside with both arms full of bags that contained a variety of different paint and drawing supplies. The guys merely smirked as they saw me struggling even having a bag hanging from my teeth before I motioned to the outside with my head and mumbled two words. 

Help. Car.

The studio was perfect and spotless when I made sure that everything was where it needed to be. As I headed across the hall into my bedroom to finish getting ready, I sent a text to Y/N; one she responded to almost immediately. 

Me: I can’t wait. I love you.

Angel 🪽: I love you too, mochi. 

READER

“Oh my god, I’m stuffed. I can’t eat another bite,” I groaned while stepping out of Noah’s car as he held the door open for me. 

“Greek was a good choice, huh?” He chuckled as he walked around the car towards me; a little bell jingling behind him. 

I looped my arm through his and rested my head against his shoulder. “You know I’d never turn down a chance for Greek food.” 

“I never thought I’d be such a fan of it. I’ve always thought it was just gyros. The spinakorprita was good.” 

I stifled my laugh into his bicep. “It’s spanakopita.” 

“Spa-na-ko-pi-ta.” 

Noah sounded out slowly and I kissed his shoulder. “Good job! Pretty soon I’ll have you fluent in Greek and we can visit Greece.” 

He brushed a kiss along my forehead and I peered down at the feline that rubbed his face along Noah’s leg. 

“Are you sure he’s okay on the harness?” I bit my lip. “He can’t slip out of it?” 

“Salem is fine, angel. He loves this thing. You should have seen him running through the grass when I had him a couple of months ago.” 

To reassure me worries, however, Noah picked up Salem to hold him against his chest, our cat purring loudly as I pressed a kiss on his head. 

“Thank you for letting me bring him. I figured it would be good to get him acclimated here in case you have to watch him for me,” I said as we began walking up towards the house. 

“I’ve been wanting to show him the new cat tree I bought him,” Noah smiled. 

When we came to a stop at his front door I untangled myself from him and then reached inside my purse for my camera. 

“Angel,” he started. 

Waving him off, I backed away a few feet and motioned to him to stay there. “Just one picture in front of the house. You look so cute tonight. Plus, I need a picture of my boys.” 

Even with the dim street light but the bright glow of the moon, I saw the red hue cover Noah’s cheeks with my compliment, and eventually, threw up his trademark peace sign with one hand and continued to hold Salem in the other. 

Snapping a few different poses, I pocketed the Polaroids after they printed and skipped back toward Noah, who had opened the front door and allowed me to step inside the quiet house. 

“Where is everyone?” I wondered. 

Noah hung up his keys on the hook next to the front door. “Movies. The local theater is playing the old Japanese version of Godzilla.” 

“You turned that down?” I asked with wide eyes. “You love old Japanese movies.” 

“No place I’d rather be than right here, with you,” he mused while wrapping his arms around me to place a chaste kiss on my lips. 

“How sweet,” I cooed while patting his chest. 

Noah let Salem off the harness so he could explore the house, he immediately found the cat tree and curled up in the top bed part. 

Something was bothering Noah, however, no matter how bright he smiled. I could sense it in the way he kept fidgeting with his hands during dinner to how often he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel on the way back to his house. 

“What’s on your mind?” I questioned while palming his cheek. 

He left a kiss on the inside of my palm. “I want to show you something.” 

“You do?” My heart fluttered. 

Linking our fingers together, Noah led me down the hallway towards his room, but we veered left instead to stop in front of a closed door. With our hands on his chest, I felt the rapid beat of his heart and let out a low laugh. 

“Mochi, your heart is racing,” I said. 

He nodded. “I’ve been working on something the last few months since I’ve moved in trying to make it perfect. I think I’ve annoyed both my roommates and yours.” 

“Chase and Malcolm know about this?” I questioned. 

“Yeah. They sent me some of the products you use, your favorite brands; things like that. I wanted to make sure that you don’t have to worry about lugging things back and forth,” Noah shifted on his feet. 

“Okay, what is it?” I bounced on my heels with excitement. “You’ve already surprised me with the vanity. What do you have hiding behind that door? 

I gasped. “Is it a puppy?! No, wait. That wouldn’t make sense.” 

Noah chuckled while cupping my face to leave a kiss on my forehead. “No puppy. Maybe down the road.” 

“Well, will you show me already? I’m getting antsy!” I patted his chest before messing with his chain between my fingers. 

I still wore my matching set, never taking them off. 

“Close your eyes,” he ordered. 

With a pout, I tried to get out of doing it but instead, Noah covered my vision with his large hand. Feeling his presence behind me, I heard the door click open and he led me inside the room. The hand over my eyes shook so I grazed my fingers over the back of it, letting him know that he didn’t have to be nervous. 

“I want to make sure you love it, angel,” Noah pressed a kiss behind my ear. “OK. Are you ready?” 

“Yes!” I exclaimed. 

Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, a hand went to my mouth as a gasp fell from my lips. It was overwhelming and almost too many different things to take in, I didn’t know where to look first. 

There were four different-sized easels in each corner of the room. 

An angled desk in front of the large window, one that people would use to draw on. 

Three shelves above that desk held various paints, brushes, and charcoals. 

Plants littered almost every inch of space that wasn't overtaken with painting supplies. 

The closet in the room was wide open, showcasing even more stock of supplies and different size canvases. 

The best part? Hardwood floors. 

With tears in my eyes, I slowly turned back to Noah, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back. 

“So?” 

“I-,” I cleared my throat when the words came out jumbled. “You did this?” 

“Yeah. I wanted to give you your own space here. To come too whenever you wanted, even if I wasn’t home,” he wrung his hands together. 

“Really?” I choked out. “Don’t you think you should maybe check with the guys about having me come over here all the time unannounced?” 

“Angel,” he took a step towards me and grabbed my hands, his thumb brushing mine. “Jesse was the one that suggested I give you a key.” 

My eyes doubled. “A key?” 

Noah now dug into his pocket to pull out a black key, gently setting it in my open palm. “I want you to have a place to come and stay. I’m not asking you to move completely in, but if it's getting a little stuffy in that small apartment with Chase and Malcolm, you and Salem can come to spend the night here.” 

I let out a small chuckle, a few tears falling from my eyes, and then held the key close to my chest. “You gave me all of this but I have nothing in return, Noah.” 

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and mused. “Your love is enough, Y/N.” 

“I love you. Thank you for all of this.” I pressed my head against his chest while wrapping my arms around him. 

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of my head. “Now, welcome to the other part of our first date.” 

I gazed up at him through lashes. “We’re going to paint?” 

“Now, I’m not a professional like you,” he snorted before pulling me over to two easels that were next to each other. “But I thought it would be a cute idea.” 

“I would not call myself a professional.” 

“Still better than me,” Noah said. 

I raised a playful brow while crossing my arms over my chest. “Want to make this interesting?” 

He smirked while resting his hands on my hips. “I’m all ears, angel.” 

“Whoever has the worst painting has to get the winner's birthday tattooed on them.” 

“Oh, it’s a bet,” he sealed it with a kiss. 

Noah pulled out the little stool for me to which I sat with a smile, pulling up the ends of my yellow maxi skirt to sit comfortably. While Noah busied himself with setting up music to play from the Bluetooth speaker, I removed my jacket to set it neatly on the ground at my feet. 

“Do you want an old shirt of mine to change into?” He asked while pointing to my white top. 

I noticed that Noah had shed his gray button-up and was wearing a blank tank top. I licked my lips at the site of his muscles, the tattoos suddenly seeming more fitting now that he had been working out a lot more. 

Remind me to thank Ash. 

Snapping my eyes away from the broadness of his chest, I shook my head. “I’ll be fine, mochi. Thank you though. I don't typically make a mess.” 

“Hm, the paint stains on the dining room carpet say otherwise,” he teased. 

Playfully smacking Noah’s arm, we both got settled as the music filtered into the air and I got lost in my mind, painting whatever my soul called for. We found ourselves in a peaceful quiet, simply enjoying each other's presence. Every so often I would glance over to Noah, making sure that he was enjoying himself only because I knew painting wasn't for everyone. 

He had narrowed eyes of precision as he stroked the brush wave after wave against the canvas. From this angle, I couldn’t see what he was painting. Instead, I leaned over to rummage in my purse, pulled out my Polaroid camera, and snapped a few shots of Noah before one of me, with him in the background. I set the pictures on the desk next to me before getting back to my painting. 

“How’s it going over there?” 

Noah’s soothing voice brought me out of my trance and I glanced over at him with a smile. “Good, I’m almost finished. What about you?” 

“Promise you won't laugh?” 

“Of course, mochi.” 

I made a show of crossing my heart but let out a squeal of laughter when Noah hooked his foot around the foot of the stool and dragged me over towards him. He gave me a quick kiss but still wouldn’t let me see what he painted. 

“I’ve been told I’m a great artist, granted that was in the second grade,” Noah chuckled before finally showing me his canvas and what he spent the last thirty minutes painting. 

I covered my mouth with a hand not to stifle a gasp but instead a laugh. He painted stick figure versions of him, me, and Salem in front of a house; even with the bright yellow sun in the corner of the canvas. 

“Wow,” I nodded. “All I’ll have to say is don’t quit your day job, mochi.” 

Noah scoffed. “Fuck, that was cold. But it's true. There’s a reason why I’m a musician, not a painter. I’ll leave that to you, angel.” 

“I love it!” I beamed while ruffling his hair and laying a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll hang it up above my bed.” 

“What did you paint?” He wondered. 

“Oh nothing too important, just some abstract colors. I didn’t really have an actual vision. I kind of let the paint speak to me as I go,” I said. 

When I showed him my painting, Noah’s eyes glinted and he smiled. “I like it. I’ll have to hang this above my bed.” 

“So I think it’s safe to say that I won the bet? And now you have to get my birthday tattooed on you,” I grinned while going about to clean up the paint and brushes. 

When Noah didn’t respond, I glanced over my shoulder to see that he had a very sly smirk playing on his lips and I popped my hip out, resting a hand on it. 

“Noah Sebastian. Did you purposely lose this bet so you could get my birthday tattooed?” 

He hummed along to the song playing on the speaker, still not answering my question but never getting rid of that smirk on his face. His silence, however, was exactly the answer I needed. 

What a cheeky little...

With the dirty paintbrush in my hand, I flicked it over at Noah, the leftover paint spraying over his chest when he turned towards me. His eyes bounced down to the paint splatter over his black tank top to me, a shocked expression on his face. 

“Did you just throw paint on me?” 

I shrugged. “Oops?”

“Really? Oops?” Noah dipped a larger paintbrush into a handful of different colors before throwing it all over my face and neck. 

“NOAH!” I screeched with a boisterous laugh. 

Suddenly, he picked me up to twirl me in the air before tackling me onto the ground then started painting my arms and neck as I found underneath him. 

“I’m sorry!” I giggled while trying to reach for the paintbrush I dropped; fingertips grasping at it. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. I’m busy painting a masterpiece,” Noah responded, painting shapes on my cheek now. 

With my fingers finally grasping the brush, I flicked some paint into his hair, covering it in bright pinks, blues, and yellows. Our peals of laughter overpowered the music still playing in the room and eventually, after we both were covered in pain, I threw up my hands in surrender. 

“OK!” I chuckled breathlessly. “You win. You win.” 

Noah kissed me, smearing the paint over my lips. “Damn straight I do.” 

Somehow in the shuffle of our paint fight, I managed to straddle Noah, who lost his tank top; it was destroyed due to all the paint. So he lay shirtless underneath me and I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight of him with his arm propping his head up and his tattoos on full display for only me to devour. 

Reaching up towards my easel, I grabbed a few different paints and clean brushes before settling back on Noah’s hips, getting to work on painting the flowers of his chest piece. 

He hummed at the feeling of the cool brush and let his eyes flutter shut for a long moment, reveling in the feeling of me on top of him. And not in a sexual way but in a way of knowing that I was here and not going anywhere. 

“Am I an adult coloring book for you?” Noah questioned after he took a few Polaroid pictures of me painting him.

“Maybe,” I teased with a glance down at his face. 

His chest was a vibrant picture of greens, reds, and oranges. I was working on painting the headband in the girl's hair when he spoke again. 

“Well don’t stop, I like this form of meditation.”

Once the round frame was painted gold, I adjusted my position so I could sign my name just above the words across his sternum. 

Noah opened one eye and smiled. “I see you signed your work.”

“I did because you’re not it anymore.” I pressed a soft kiss along each letter. 

“I’m not what?” He breathed in pleasure, slightly arching off the ground. 

“You’re no longer desolate,” I promised into his skin then took a couple of Polaroid pictures of my masterpiece. 

Noah let out a soft noise from the back of his throat when his strong hand wrapped around the back of my neck to pull me down to his lips, we met in a fiery, air-bending kiss. Every single fiber of my soul blazed with such passion I melted into his embrace, folding into him as we became one. His tongue brushed along my bottom lip, lapping up the strawberry chapstick I applied in the car earlier, him humming in delight. 

I adjusted myself as I lay flat on Noah, his hands running up and down the skin of my back underneath my shirt. The heat radiated off of him making my insides flare with so much desire that I was practically burning up at his touch. 

“Noah,” I whined when his lips began attacking my neck. 

When he pulled away, his almond eyes gazed up at me with pupils blown wide with lust; pure black over taking his eyes. 

“How about I run you a bath?” His thumb brushed along my bottom lip, voice hoarse from our kiss. 

“I’d like that a lot,” I beamed. 

NOAH

I sat on the edge of the tub to check the temperature of the water making sure it was perfect before adding the bubbles and bath salts. As it began to fill up, I peered through the open bathroom door to gaze over at Y/N who was sitting at her vanity taking off her makeup. My heart swelled in my chest when I noticed how relaxed she was, as if she was meant to be there; here with me. 

Sitting here in observation, it struck me like a bolt of lightning. I’d been so lost in constructing scenarios for tonight that I was surprised to see how far I’d come. Y/N’s movements were so fluid, so serene as she gently wiped everything off her face and neck. I’d never been so jealous of a makeup towelette before. 

Observing her using the vanity table I fussed over for weeks made my stomach flutter, the ongoing moment of quiet bliss was by far my favorite way to let time tick by.

Waiting here offers me time to let my mind escape the boundaries of the ordinary. From where I sat here in the bathroom, watching her carefully with the faintest of smiles, I knew I wanted this view for the rest of my life. After all the bullshit endured on and off over the years, for both of us, this was what I got to see. 

Watching Y/N was such a gift, a blessing of time. Something I vowed right now that I wouldn’t take for granted.

Shaking off the excess water after checking the temp, I turned off the tub and walked into the bedroom with a light spring in my step. I snuck up behind Y/N and rested my chin on top of her head, watching her smile in the reflection of the mirror. 

“Your bath is ready, angel,” I informed. 

She reached for my left hand to lay a gentle kiss on the floral design. “You mean, our bath is ready.” 

I raised a brow at her when she stood and led me into the bathroom with her. 

“Wait, what?” 

Y/N chuckled at the slight confusion in my voice. “You heard me. You’re covered in paint too, Noah. You need to clean up.” 

I rubbed the back of my neck as we stood together in the bathroom. “I was-uh- going to take a shower once you were finished. I don’t want to pressure you into-.” 

“Stop overthinking this,” she cupped both sides of my face and pressed a kiss to my nose. “I want you to join me if you’re comfortable with it.” 

I may have nodded a little too eagerly but it didn't bother her. 

“I’d love that, angel.” 

While she shed her clothes, I stepped out of my pants and briefs, both of us watching each other with such inferno in our eyes and when we were naked, Y/N reached for my hand. She stepped into the tub first then me, positioning myself behind her. Even though it was a larger tub, it was still a snug fit for the both of us so to make sure she had enough room, I kept my long legs bent; my knees breaking the surface of the water. 

“Oh this is perfect,” Y/N groaned while leaning herself into my chest. 

Reaching for her shampoo, I went to work scrubbing the paint out of her hair, my nails scraping along her scalp. Her fingers traced over the rose tattoo on my knee, delicately following the design. 

“What’s on your mind, angel?” I questioned after rinsing out her hair and then applying the conditioner. 

“You’ve really thought about everything, huh? You have all of my products here so I don’t ever have to bring a bag over?” 

The giggle that erupted from her throat made something twinge inside of me. 

I kissed her shoulder. “I’ve already told you. This is your home just as much as your apartment is. We can bounce back and forth as long as you want.” 

Once she was completely clean of the dried paint, Y/N turned to position herself on my lap to face me. The head of my cock brushed along her folds and I grasped at her hips, trying not to let my hormones push her too far. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

She smiled and reached for my shampoo. “You washed me. Let me wash you now.” 

Sighing in content, I sat back against the tub to let Y/N wash my hair. Her fingers worked meticulously in scrubbing out the paint. 

“You know,” she shifted herself on me and I choked on a groan. 

Surely she had to know what she was doing. 

“While I love how you look with this new haircut. I really do miss your long hair.” 

I gazed up at her, tracing the drop of water that trailed down her neck, over the silver chain, and between the valley of her breasts that were just peeking above the bubbles. 

I licked my lips, tongue begging to trace the water in its wake, but refrained. 

“Imagine if you gave yourself bangs. You’d be in your Shelby era,” Y/N chucked while moving my hair in a certain way so I could have bangs. 

I glanced over to the mirror above the sink and smirked at the sight of us in the tub, especially me with bangs. 

“You think so?” I asked. 

“You can pull off any look, mochi.” 

She gently went about washing the paint off my chest with the loofah while I continued to watch her. 

“You’re staring,” her eyes flicked up at me. 

“I love you,” I brushed away the wet strands of hair from her face. 

“I love you too,” Y/N kissed the freckles on my shoulder. 

Once again we found ourselves in our previous position, her back to my chest, and we sat there for some time as the water began to chill. Although neither of us was ready to get out yet. 

“Noah?” 

Snapping my eyes open, I wrapped my arms around her. “Yeah?” 

Y/N shifted a bit in my embrace and with how she was wading her fingers through the water, I knew something heavy was on her mind. 

“Do you think we could listen to Bad Decisions?” 

My body stilled behind her. I knew at some point we would have to talk about the songs I wrote when I was in the dark parts of my life but it still didn't prepare me for the moment it happened. 

“Are you sure?” I asked. 

She turned slightly in my arms to leave an array of kisses on my chest. 

“I know you were in a dark place when you wrote it. It holds bad memories so I’d like to create new memories for this song with you if you want to.” 

“I’d want nothing more, Y/N,” I whispered into her hairline. 

After asking the Alexa device on the bathroom counter to play the song, I let my voice echo in the confines of the room. Y/N eased into my embrace as I linked our fingers together while I sang along with the words in a hushed tone. She hummed along with me as our bodies swayed together in the water. 

“No God. No religion. Just you,” I vowed when the song faded out, cupping her cheek so I could kiss her lips. 

Without missing a beat, Y/N returned the kiss just as slowly as I, our tongues lazily fighting for dominance as her hand snaked behind my neck to play with the wet strands of hair. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled against my lips. 

Pulling away, I remained holding her face but furrowed my brows. “What are you apologizing for?”

Her gaze left mine. “I just hate that it took us so long to get here. I know we talked about everything at the party but I still feel the need to apologize for everything.” 

“It’s not all on you, angel. I did some things I wasn’t proud of during our time apart and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for it.” 

“Stop, Noah,” Y/N straddled me again to hold my chin with a stern grasp, the water sloshing around us. “You need to stop blaming yourself for what happened. I’ve already told you all is forgiven. Please stop letting that moment of weakness eat away at you.” 

I blinked away the burning tears in my eyes and cleared my throat. “I only want to make better memories with you. I know in the beginning I couldn’t communicate, even now it’s a bit hard for me, especially with everything that happened. It was a mess and I apologize too.” 

Y/N bent low to kiss me; it was slow at first but soon became heavy with passion when her tongue slipped between my lips. Her hips began grinding against my cock revving me up with such force, I wrapped my hand around her neck with my thumb against the pulse point in her neck. 

Breaking free from the kiss, I dragged my teeth along her jawline and then down her neck. 

“Noah,” Y/N breathed. “I love you.” 

Her pussy was now brushing over the head of my cock and every inhibition with me wanted to plunge myself deep inside of her, feel her grip me with that vice grip I’ve missed and longed for.

Something inside of my chest rumbled before I realized it was my voice. 

“How many have you loved before me?” I rasped as my tongue brushed over her nipple. 

Y/N arched herself back so she could fully expose herself to me. “None.” 

With one hand holding her throat, my other slipped between our bodies underneath the now-freezing water to glide over the slit between her legs. I attacked her lips again with a ravenous desire, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“And after me?” I demanded to know, slipping a finger inside of her finally. 

“None,” she moaned while digging her nails into the skin of my shoulders. 

Trembling fingers trace Y/N’s skin. To be in her company is a little slice of heaven as if her aura were an elixir. Emotions swam in our eyes, in our body language, and the inflections of her voice. 

She was the one who I thought of when I needed to restart my heart and rekindle my soul; for so long I kept that to myself. Feeling the intensity of her intelligence, Y/N’s words were my medicine.

Deep inside I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve over-explained my feelings to compensate for what hadn’t been said. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t shake the fear of losing her. She needed to know where I stood, where we belonged. 

Soulmates. 

To be a possessor? I don’t know if you’d call it that. I yearned to be her protector, the one who held her heart in my hands, just as she held mine. These large hands are secured. I would grant her any wish in my power, to be the one who will always love her.

My fingers worked in sync as I pumped them in and out of her. She squirmed in my grasp, and the head of my cock nearly slipped inside of her. Every single part of me was sensitive to her touch and it felt like any moment I would combust underneath her. 

Peering up at her face, I noticed that there was worry pulling tight in her forehead. 

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked briefly, stopping. 

“No, you’re fine,” Y/N reassured me with a kiss on my forehead. “It’s just-.” 

When her words trailed off, I lifted her chin with a knuckle. “Talk to me, angel.” 

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “The water is really cold and I was hoping we could move this to the bed.” 

A playful smirk pulled on my lips and just before agreeing, I was struck with a thought. 

“How far do we want to take this?” 

“Noah, I can’t wait anymore. I need this. I need to feel connected to you again,” she rubbed herself against me. 

Shit. 

Even though I was ready for this, something was keeping me from lifting her out of this tub and tossing her on the bed to feel all of her again. The last time we slept together, it ended in disaster and heartbreak. I was stronger than I was back then but I don’t know if I could recover if it were to happen again. 

It won’t. 

It was as if Y/N’s soul could feel the pain in mine because she cupped both sides of my face so I had no choice but to meet her gaze. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Noah. I’m right here. Always.” She reassured me with a firm nod, not an ounce of lies behind her bright eyes. 

I kissed her palm. “I know. Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush.”

“You’re not, Noah. I want this. I need this. I need to be connected to you so deeply, that it feels like we’ll never be apart again.” 

Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping it up and down under the chilled water. By now the bubbles have dissipated and I peered through the clear water to choke on my moan. 

“We won’t,” I promised. 

Y/N’s warm breath fanned over the shell of my ear. “Please, Noah. I need you to fuck me.” 

READER

I erupted with laughter as Noah dropped my wet body on top of the bed. Resting up on my elbows, I gazed over his naked form as he stood at the foot of the bed. Water traced every bend and groove of his muscles and the tattoos that littered his skin were something that seemed to surprise me each time. 

When my gaze lowered to his cock, a starved moan fell from my lips and I licked them hungrily. 

“Y/N?” 

I hummed while tearing my gaze away from him to look into his eyes. 

“If you feel any pain, please let me know,” he said. 

“I’m okay,” I nodded. “I promise.” 

Noah towered over me as he crawled up the bed, droplets of water falling from his hair onto my chest. His chain hung just above my lips as I looked up at him, spreading my legs when his fingers tickled the inside of my thigh. 

“I want to make love to you tonight, angel. Will you let me?” He asked into the crook of my neck. 

“Please,” I nodded vigorously. 

Once more, Noah’s fingers slipped between my folds to gently tease me, slowly dragging them up and down. I whined in protest and dug my nails into his back, feeling his muscles tense from my touch. When the pad of his calloused finger pressed against my clit, I arched my chest into his, the itch I felt from the moment we were in the tub together finally being scratched. 

My knees buckled when his finger twirled in fast circles and when Noah flicked his tongue over my nipple, before slowly trailing down my stomach. The warm wetness of his tongue flicked over my nub when he replaced his fingers. His lips wrapped around my clit to suck up my arousal. 

“Noah,” I hissed. “So good.” 

I ran my fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to me as the coil in my stomach pulled tight. I’d been on edge all night, I knew I wouldn’t last long. And it was like Noah knew or understood because his tongue speared inside of me, in and out, before rubbing against my clit again. 

Stars danced at the edge of my vision, nearly overtaking my gaze when I looked down at Noah between my legs. His face was buried there as if he was meant to be there. I brushed away the hair from his face just for his eyes to meet mine, his tongue darting in and out of me. There was pure darkness in his eyes when his hand ran up my stomach and torso to grasp at the silver chain around my neck. He wrapped it around his fingers, pulling taunt, and I felt the breath leave my lungs briefly. Before I could say anything, Noah loosened the grip but still held onto the chain. 

I raised my hips off the bed to try and get closer to his mouth when his tongue began to slow, fearing that maybe he was getting tired. But I was so close that my body ached with the release it so desperately needed. 

With a tight hold against the back of his head, I tensed my legs and core when he flattened his tongue. Now I rubbed myself against his tongue and my moans echoed throughout the room. I couldn’t even warn him that I was about to cum because my orgasm washed over me without warning. Noah hummed in delight when my arousal coated his lips and chin; it dripped from him and he gathered it up with a finger before sucking it clean himself.

“Fuck,” I panted while running a hand through my hair. “That was-fuck.”

“Watching you cum is addicting, angel,” Noah buzzed with a tender kiss inside of my thigh. 

As my heart rate slowed, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and let out a deep breath in a way to center myself again. 

“Missionary hurts right?” Noah asked while leaning over me. 

“It depends,” I shrugged. “But if I’m being honest, it’s not my favorite.” 

The smirk that pulled on his lips made me tilt my head at him. However, before I could ask what he had in mind, he swiftly turned me to lay on my stomach and raised my ass in the air. 

“Noah,” I breathed while peering over my shoulder at him. 

Not saying anything, he leaned over towards the nightstand to rummage through it and retrieved a condom. Lust-filled eyes watched as he ripped it open with his teeth and swiftly rolled it over the length of his cock, which was thick and dripping with his arousal. 

“Stay on your knees but if you need to lay your lower half on the bed, do it. I want to make sure you're comfortable,” a gentle kiss in the middle of my back; against the snake tattooed there. 

I positioned a pillow underneath me to give myself some more leverage and comfort while Noah lined his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, much to my dismay, Noah sank himself inside of me inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of me. 

“Shit,” his forehead rested against my shoulder blade. “So tight. I’ve been dreaming of this feeling again, angel.” 

“Me too. Oh fuck.” 

I moaned when Noah pulled himself almost out, pumping just the head of his cock in between my folds. Then with a snap of his hips, his cock stretched me open again and the weight of his body pressed me farther into the pillow. His chest collided with my back every time he thrust into me and his nails dug into my hips to keep himself grounded. For extra measure, I managed to hook my feet around his ankles. 

“I love you,” Noah panted in my ear. 

My smile was buried in the pillow. “I love you too.” 

“Any pain?”

I did my best to shake my head. “Keep going. Please.” 

One hand caressed the grooves of my spine, up and down, while his other wandered around to thrum against my clit again. Noah’s pace was slow but steady, his words from earlier ringing true. 

I want to make love to you. 

I brushed away the hair from my face so I was able to see, noticing our reflection in the large mirror Noah had leaning against the wall next to the closet. A strangled moan crawled out of my throat when I saw the muscles in Noah’s ass clench with every drive into me. I could vividly see his cock every time he pulled out of me, my arousal glistening on the condom, before disappearing inside of me again. 

“I.” 

Thrust. 

“Love.” 

Thrust.

“You.” 

I mewled at Noah’s proclamation in between each of his thrusts. “I love you too, Noah.” 

The slow pace of his cock but the fast pace of his fingers worked in perfect harmony and I felt my second orgasm slowly creeping its way into my veins. The heat spread like wildfire inside of me with such intensity I began to shake underneath Noah. 

“I love you, angel,” he proclaimed again then bit down on the sensitive part of the skin at the back of my neck. 

I was gone, blissed out in sheer ecstasy that my words were muffled against the pillow. That wasn’t good enough for Noah so he turned my cheek so I could face him. 

“I love you too,” I huffed when my orgasm was seconds away from bursting. 

He linked our hands together as he continued to meld with me from behind and I noticed that the hands that were linked were the ones that both had our bracelets. It was almost a good omen, no pun intended, that our souls were always destined to be one. For added measure, I felt the coolness of his necklace brush along the heated skin of my back. 

Noah lightly laughed, almost as if he thought the same, and when his cock twitched inside of me, I realized he was close. I wanted to watch him when he fell apart because of me so I glanced back over to our reflection in the mirror. Then with two fingers pressed against my clit, Noah began rubbing up and down which was exactly what I needed for the coil to snap. To finally teeter over the edge where ecstasy was waiting for me. 

His name fell from my lips in prayer. 

“Fuck, Noah. Oh God, it’s so good,” I cried out through the rest of my orgasm. 

“No God. Just us,” he grunted. 

There was no God; only him and I. 

In the reflection, I watched as his movement stilled, cock throbbing between my walls, and his mouth fell open when he tilted his head back; groaning out his release. Then softly, Noah’s body fell onto mine and he buried his face in my neck. 

“Are you okay?” He wondered. 

“I’m good, mochi. So fucking good,” I lazily smiled but whimpered when he pulled out of me. 

“Let me get you a washcloth,” he left a kiss on my shoulder before slipping into the bathroom. 

I snuggled closer into the pillow on my chest to let my eyes rest for a moment. Exhaustion dug itself so deep within my bones that I didn’t even notice when Noah began cleaning me up with the damp but warm cloth then he draped the blanket over my naked form. 

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or noticed he left until the bed dipped beside me and I opened one eye to stare up at him. Noah kissed me from between my shoulder blades down my back, his nails grazing beyond the wake of his lips as he traced over the large snake tattoo on my back. 

“This sight is familiar,” Noah spoke quietly. 

I propped my chin on my hand. “But I’m not going anywhere after. I’m not leaving you to deal with my inconsiderate decisions. I’m right here with you, Noah.” 

“I know,” he nodded. “We’re creating new memories now. Righting all of those wrongs. I’ve been excited for both of us to leave the past and move forward.” 

“Me too,” I left a chaste kiss on his chin, feeling the slight stubble tickle my lips. 

Noah tucked a piece of hair behind my ear then began tracing the line of my cheekbone, and jaw, then booped my nose, earning a giggle from me. 

“I brought you some clothes in case you want to get dressed,” he said while handing me a pair of black joggers and a matching shirt. 

I took them with a smile. “I think I should start keeping some clothes here.” 

“Plenty of space in the closet,” Noah threw a thumb over his shoulder. 

My heart fluttered at his words, realizing yet again that Noah was allowing me to occupy parts of his private sanctions. 

“I’ll clear out two of my dresser drawers for your stuff the next time you’re over,” I promised with a kiss on his lips. 

He hummed while grasping the back of my head to keep me there for a second longer. 

“It’s a deal, angel.” 

Slipping out of the bed, I trotted into the bathroom to get dressed while I heard Noah open his bedroom door and rummaging in the kitchen. When I hopped back into his bed, Salem came bounding into the room with the bell on his collar jingling. 

“Hi baby,” I cooed when he jumped up on the bed. “So, what do you think of the cat tree dad bought you? You like it?” 

His response? Curling up on Noah’s pillow with a chirp of approval.

“I’m gone not even five minutes and he steals my spot,” Noah chuckled entering the room again; dressed in nothing but a pair of black Bad Omens joggers and bright yellow socks. 

“Get used to it. You invited him over and now what’s yours is his,” I scratched between Salem’s ears. 

“I’ll gladly share with him,” he said while handing me a plate. 

My eyes lit up as a gasp fell from my lips. “Is that limoncello tiramisù?”

“Yeah, I picked some up from that Italian bakery you love. Carlos’.” 

“Yes!” I exclaimed while quickly digging into the treat. 

As I leaned against the headboard to eat, Noah sat cross-legged in front of me to eat his share, both of us basking in the silence; beside Salem’s purring. 

“Are we a family now?” Noah asked. 

With a bright smile, I leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. We are.”

I set both of our empty plates on the end table next to Noah’s bed then pulled my knees to my chest. 

“You know what I’d love right now?” I asked. 

Noah winked which caused me to playfully smack his chest. “Not that.” 

“OK, sorry. What would you love?” He chuckled while rubbing his chest. 

“I’d love to listen to The Grey. I’ve been dying to know how you worked in my poem ever since you sent me that video.” 

“Alexa, play The Grey by Bad Omens,” Noah said with a smile. 

“Now playing The Grey by the band Bad Omens.” 

When Noah’s voice finally broke through the music, I let out a small gasp. It was different, new, hearing this voice come from the man in front of me. It made me proud to see how far he’d come from Finding God Before God Finds Me, knowing what his work ethic was like. He was always trying to break down the typical stereotype of what rock should sound like. He wanted to make changes and from this song alone, Noah was doing that. 

Gave you way too many chances, you ran through 'em all. Got everything I could want, but it wasn't enough. Nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call. Got everything I could want, but I still wanted more.” 

My eyes lit up. “Oh, this was from the video!” 

Noah giggled. “Yep.” 

I continued to listen to the song when he linked our hands together, bringing them to his lips to leave a kiss on each of my fingers. 

“I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.” 

“Noah,” I beamed. “This is amazing. The lyrics, your voice, the beat. Everything about it.” 

A red hue crossed his cheeks as he sheepishly glanced down at his lap where our intertwined hands were. 

“Do you like it?” He gazed up at me through his long lashes. 

Rising to my knees, I now draped my arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, nose, both cheeks and then finally his lips. 

“I love it, Noah. And I love you.” 

He twirled my necklace between two of his fingers. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

For the first time since we rekindled our love, it was then that I noticed the tattoo on the side of his hand. 

K.E.A.T.O.N. 

When Noah realized I was reading the letters, he held up his other hand so I could read the letters on that hand. 

P.I.E.R.C.E. 

“Noah,” I breathed while putting his hands against my chest. 

“I needed to. He needs to know that he can sing his songs through me while he’s gone,” he explained with a lone tear slipping down his cheek. 

“I know.” I kissed his hands. “It’s okay.” 

Glancing over my shoulder, I took notice of the time and frowned. Earlier, Noah mentioned that tomorrow, well technically later today since it was already nearly two in the morning, Bad Omens were shooting the music video for The Death of Peace of Mind and he needed to be up early for it. 

In six hours. 

“I should probably get home,” I sighed. 

Noah’s hold against my hips tightened. “You can stay. I’ll sleep better if you’re next to me.” 

“You need your rest, mochi,” I patted his cheek. “I also have plans with Astrid to help her open up Fika then we’re going shopping right after.” 

Reluctantly with a sigh, Noah agreed and let me go, not before leaving a kiss on my forehead. 

“Salem is staying here tonight though,” he said. 

My jaw dropped as I stood from the bed and placed my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?” 

“Look at him,” Noah pointed to a sleeping Salem. “You can’t wake him.” 

“Fine,” I dragged out the word with narrowed eyes. “Tomorrow night. My place.” 

Noah towered over me when he stood to full length in front of me. “I’ll be there, angel.” 

NOAH

Stuffing my hands deep into the pocket of my yellow hoodie, I let my black slides drag my feet behind Y/N as we walked closer to her apartment door. The chill midnight air breezed through the loose strands of hair but I was too far gone in my mind to brush it away. Even though we promised to see each other tomorrow, making plans for me to spend the night here tomorrow night, part of me was worried. Afraid that once we parted ways, Y/N would second guess everything that happened and ignore me for months on end. 

Why was I so nervous?

I kept asking myself that as we came to a stop in front of her door. I shook at the thought that what I was doing in all aspects of my life mattered. I felt the need to get it right; especially with Y/N. 

Dr. Poulos once said “Nerves are a signal of truth, of what you value, of what you need and cherish. The constant needs of what I’ve wanted, the comfort and stability I desired. That the idea of not gaining happiness brings on those telltale tremors. Always ask yourself what the nerves are telling you. It’s an important way your body speaks.” 

She wasn’t wrong. I knew in the back of my mind that I was terrified Y/N would never come back. 

What if  I wasn’t good for her?

I desperately needed to fight these demons and not let them win. 

Y/N loves me. She loves me.

“Mochi, you’re shaking.” 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I noticed that Y/N had wrapped her arms around my midsection to pull me closer to her. 

“Oh, I am? Didn’t notice,” I mumbled under my breath. 

“What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“Angel, let it go. It’s nothing.” 

Part of me wanted to remove her grasp from me; the part that was used to shrinking away from my problems. But the other part of me that wanted to be a good man for her made me cup the back of her neck instead.  

“Talk to me,” she quietly begged. 

However, I remained silent; the words weighed heavy on my tongue. 

“Noah-.”

“I don't want you to leave,” I blurted out. 

Y/N’s eyes softened. “Noah, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No. I-I don’t know. I’m-.” I ran a shaking hand through my hair. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and change your mind. I’m not perfect-.” 

“Stop,” Y/N shook her head. “Don’t even say that, Noah. You know I love you. Just like I know you love me. Nothing will ever change my mind, alright? We’re both right here. We need to remain here, focus on that.” 

I let out a broken breath and brushed my lips over her forehead, my hands going back to grasp behind her neck. “Please don’t leave, don’t leave me in the shape you found me.” 

“Never. I will never leave you like that again,” she buried her face into my chest, breathing me in. 

I rested my chin on top of her head. “I love you and I want this so bad, angel. I want you.”

“I love you, Noah. I’ll reassure you as many times as I have to,” Y/N turned her head up at me now. “But you have to trust that I won’t let you fall. I’m here with you. It’s you and me, okay?” 

I blinked while letting out a calming breath. “I didn’t mean to ruin the night with my worries.” 

She kissed the tip of my nose. “You didn’t. And don’t apologize for your feelings. I know what we’ve gone through has done a lot. But we’re moving past that, Noah. I’m proud of that and I’d like for you to start trusting me.”

“I do,” I promised her with a kiss. “I do trust you.” 

“Good,” she rose to her tiptoes to lay another kiss on my lips, this one deeper than the last but she pulled away before I could slip my tongue in. “Take care of our baby. I’ll see you two tomorrow night.” 

With a heart doubled in size and adoration in my eyes, I watched Y/N as she slinked inside her apartment, throwing a peace sign over her shoulder at me.

We’ll be okay. 

NOAH

Grunting, I helped Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly maneuver the large board out of the truck and down the ramp to bring it inside the large warehouse where we had everything else almost set up. It was just before eleven a.m. and even with a second cup of coffee, the caffeine hadn’t seemed to take effect quite yet. After I dropped off Y/N at home last night, I returned to Salem, who was still curled up on my pillow when I left him, and as I lay next to him, my mind was plagued with negative thoughts I tried so hard to push away. It kept me up till almost four in the morning then four hours later, Jolly knocked on my bedroom door to wake me. 

As soon as we all arrived at the warehouse, I put on my best professional face and went to work going over the original plans with Orie, making sure we all were on the same page. This was our first music video in our new era so we wanted to make sure it was perfect. 

Now, as I stared up at the large board, pulling on the ends of my white shirt, I allowed my mind to wander to Y/N, wondering what she was up to right now. 

Did she like the paint idea? 

Was the sex good enough? It was great for me but I hoped there was no pain for her. She said there wasn’t. 

It sounded like she enjoyed it. 

Was I too vocal in my proclamations? 

No, I know I wasn’t. Y/N returned those proclamations every time. 

I ran an unsteady hand through my hair while letting out a long sigh, and staring down at my feet. 

My emotions were a part of me, and in this relationship, they blended with Y/N’s. Although, there are times I had these storms inside of me, never because of her, but from previous damage; the triggers from my past. I was certain things would be okay and this self-deprecation would pass. 

I desired Y/N’s presence like a madman gone awol. In those moments of a storm, I had to find my calm and center myself, typically by myself. But with Y/N, I didn’t have to do that. Like my music, she was my muse. 

“Noah?” 

Glancing over my shoulder, I gave a small smile to Nicholas. “Yea?” 

“Are you alright? You’ve been kind of quiet all morning,” he observed while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie. 

I eventually knew someone would notice my quiet demeanor. I’d only been humoring when it was dire to do so. 

Fuck, I missed Y/N. The negative thoughts monster has bitten his way through the bars.

I hated that this had come out of nowhere, sinking its teeth inside of me with no abandon. Our date last night was amazing but these fucking nerves kept trying to sabotage things once again. I did my best to not allow them to. 

I needed to stop worrying about last night, knowing I could change anything about what happened even though there was nothing that needed to change. Just like today, I needed to stop worrying about everything that could go wrong and focus on everything that would go right. 

“You know you can talk to me,” Nicholas’ voice snapped me from my thoughts. 

“I know,” I nodded curtly. “I’m fine. I just want things to go perfect today.” 

He reassured me with a squeeze to my shoulder. “It will. We’ve been planning the details for months.” 

I shifted all of my weight from one foot to the other, casting my gaze away from him and towards everyone who continued to work tirelessly. 

“You miss Y/N?” 

My eyes darted back over to Nicholas. “She texted me earlier after she helped Astrid open Fika. They’re going shopping before grabbing some late lunch. I was going to meet Y/N at her place with Salem once we were done here.” 

“So let that be the light to help you through today.” 

I scratched my chin and nodded. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Noah! Nicholas! The red lights on the masks aren't working!” Orie’s voice boomed in the vast space of the warehouse. 

Motioning Nicholas along, we spent the next handful of hours directing, watching, and redoing some scenes of the music video a few times over to make sure everything went off without a hitch; the perfectionist in me. We even stopped for a few-minute break so Orie could try and throw candy into Folio’s mouth while I peeked at the few unread messages from Y/N. 

Angel 🪽: I may have bought a few things I’d like to model for you later. If you’re up for it. 😉

A sudden burst of warmth spread to my cheeks, something that didn't go unnoticed by Orie, who snickered. 

“Oh, there’s only one person who can get you to smile like that.” 

My eyes pinned into him, a sharp look that said mind your own business. Stepping away from the group of them, I responded to Y/N’s message. 

Me: I’d never turn down a show from you, angel. Can I get a hint?

Angel 🪽: It’s red. And I’m very excited for you to take it off. 

Fuck. 

I adjusted myself with a cough and spent the next couple of minutes texting her with a bright smile. It was nearing nightfall which meant we were close to recording the next scene of the music video. 

Angel 🪽: Astrid has not stopped gushing about Jolly. It’s kind of cute though when she calls him Joakim. Did you know that she’s thinking of naming a drink after him at Fika? 

I snorted while glancing up at Jolly, who was busy texting away on his phone; most likely to Astrid. 

Me: I’d love to know the name of this drink. 

Angel 🪽: Älskling. It means honey. She’s thinking honey, Earl orange, and pomegranate tea. Because he’s “sweet like honey.” 

Angel 🪽: Noah Sebastian, don’t tell Jolly I told you because I know you can’t keep things like this to yourself. 

Feigning a hurt expression, I sent her a selfie and then typed out my response. 

Me: My lips are sealed. But I have to get back to work. Me and Salem should be at your place around ten. I’ll grab some food on the way. 

Angel 🪽: Burgers? 🥺

Angel 🪽: Also, you gave you the right to look so fucking good, huh? I can’t wait to kiss those lips. 

The way my heart jumped in my chest made it almost hard to breathe. 

Me: Whatever you want, angel. 

Angel 🪽: Just you. And burgers. I’ll always take a burger. 

Pocketing my phone, I rounded a finger towards everyone, my voice carrying throughout the space around me. 

“Alright! Let’s film this pool scene before it gets too cold for the girls.” 

Two hours later, it was nearing eight in the evening and all we had left to shoot was Bad Omens part of the video. We were in the home stretch and I was practically bouncing on the soles of my feet knowing that I’d be seeing Y/N in a few more hours. 

As the four of us were dressed in our outfits for the music video, I chatted quietly with Folio while fixing the collar of his jacket. He’d been busy on every break today either talking to his girlfriend or planning something. 

“How are things going with her?” I questioned. 

The smile that spread on his face made a faint one pull on mine, knowing that one of my best friends was happy. 

“Really good. I’d love to have you guys meet her soon.” 

I nodded. “Definitely.” 

Folio’s eyes peered over my shoulder, a smirk now pulling on his face and he wiggled his eyebrows. Before I could ask what he was staring at, that invisible string in my chest vibrated with such vigor, that it nearly knocked me off my feet. 

“Well, look at this group of handsome men!” 

Spinning on my heels, I saw Y/N and Astrid walk into the warehouse with bags of food from one of our favorite diners and both of them holding onto two trays of drinks. My heart ran amok in my chest as my stomach flipped three times over at seeing Y/N wearing the yellow hoodie I wore last night when I dropped her off. 

“I swung by your place to grab Salem and pack you an overnight bag so once you’re finished here, we can head straight to my place. And yes, I did steal your sweater,” she answered my thoughts. 

“Yellow is your color, angel,” I mused while slowly closing the distance to her. “You didn’t have to do all of this.” 

Astrid walked up to Jolly, who grabbed the things from her and laid a kiss on her lips; her laughter echoing around us. 

Y/N shrugged while I mimicked Jolly’s actions of taking the things from her hands. 

“We know how hard all of you are working today, it’s the least we could do.” 

Orie came up to grab the food and drinks from me before dispersing it to everyone. 

“Thank god you’re here, Y/N. Noah’s been really bossy today.” 

She placed a hand on her hip, cocking it out while narrowing her eyes at me. “Bossy, huh?” 

“He’s a tyrant,” Orie chuckled before taking a bite of his burger. 

I wrapped my arms around Y/N, breathing her in when I brushed my nose along her hairline. “You’re not going to turn her on your side, Orie. You’re wasting your time.” 

She raised her lips to meet mine and I hummed in delight when I tasted the milkshake she must have had on the way over here. Even though Y/N was here in my arms, I still couldn’t quiet the negative frame of mind that plagued me throughout the day. 

“I like this new look,” Y/N straightened out my jacket. 

All I could do was nod in response and her brows creased in worry. “Are you alright?” 

Linking our hands together, I pulled her through the warehouse to slip outside where I knew no one would be. We finished the pool scene a while ago and the extras had left for the night. 

“Oh, a pool? Are we going skinny dipping?” Y/N teased with a wink. 

I ran a hand through my already-styled hair, still not saying anything. My mind was a jumbled mess and I was afraid if I tried to speak, my words wouldn’t make sense. 

“Noah, what is going on? You’re worrying me.” 

Her warm hands cupped my cheeks so I had to look at her, those bright eyes pleading with worry. 

“Talk to me,” Y/N breathed. 

“Did you enjoy our date? Was it to your standards? Did I do alright with everything?” 

The questions blurted out like word vomit. 

“Of course I did, Noah!” Those eyes darted back and forth between mine. “I had a wonderful time. Did I do something to make you think otherwise?” 

I clutched her sides. “No, you didn’t! I promise. I know we talked about things last night. I wanted to make sure last night was everything you wanted.” 

“It was,” she adjusted the collar of my turtle neck. “I promise.”  

“I felt even closer to you than I ever have before. Especially when we had sex and I just wanted reassurance,” I sighed. “That’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Mochi, I loved every second with you. I loved everything about it. I felt closer and more connected with you too. Stop fussing if I had a great time. I’d sit and watch ants crawl out of the ground if it meant I could be with you.”

Something flashed in my mind that brought a genuine smile to my face and washed away all of those worries. 

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. "You'd sit and get a tattoo with me?"

I brushed away a loose strand of hair that fell from her braid behind her ear, fingers trailing against the skin of her neck.

"I'd sit and watch ants crawl out of a hole for hours if that meant I'm sitting next to you," I vowed with hooded eyes as I stared down at her lips.

I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I take it we’re on for a second date then?” 

“I’m wide open,” Y/N winked with a kiss on my cheek. 

“Good,” I grinned. 

“Noah! We’re ready!” 

We both glanced over to the large opening of the warehouse to Nicholas who was waving us inside. 

“So, you’re staying the rest of the shoot?” I asked. 

Y/N beamed. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

READER

As I moved about my bedroom, tossing things into the suitcases that laid out on my bed, there was a delicate knock on my open door and Chase gave me a warm smile. 

“Malcolm and Noah are at the store right now and wondering if there’s anything else you need for this weekend,” he sat down on the edge of my bed. 

“No, just the list I gave them,” I said while zipping up my suitcase. 

“Are you nervous?” Chase asked, playing with Salem. 

“A bit, yeah,” I sighed while plopping down onto the bed next to him. “This is our first album as a three-piece. It’s completely different from our other albums so I’m afraid people won’t vibe with it.” 

Chase squeezed my knee. “They will. The reviews from the singles we already released are positive.” 

“I know. I’ve just been in my head a lot.” 

There was a slight hesitation in Chase’s breath before he asked his next question. 

“Have you talked to your parents at all?” 

My heart sank with guilt and I began chipping away at my nail polish. “It’s been a few days since I talked with my dad. With everything from trying to plan the album release party and Noah, I guess I kind of forgot to call him.” 

Chase wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. “Your dad understands how busy you are. He’d never hold it against you.” 

I snorted. “Unlike my mom. Part of me wants to call her and give her an update on my life. Because I do love her, regardless of all of her faults, but I’m just afraid that she’ll judge me; again.” 

“Do whatever your heart tells you, sweets. You never know, she might surprise you.” 

Both of us shared a knowing look before we burst out in a fit of laughter knowing the odds of that happening. 

“But stop worrying about the small stuff, Y/N. Ethan said the house is booked, the guest list was sent out, and the caterers are paid. Everything is set, all we have to do is show up and promote the album,” Chase said as Salem lay between us. 

When I nodded, he stood to his feet and placed a kiss on top of my head then slipped out of my room. Pausing packing for a moment, I reached for my phone that was charging on my nightstand and I let my finger hover over my mom's contact for a long moment, wondering if I really wanted to do this or if it was the guilt for not reaching out to her more. 

Pros: she could be happy for me and even want to show up at the party. 

Cons: she calls me a disappointment yet again and criticizes my choices. 

“Fuck it,” I groaned then clicked on her name. 

It rang twice before going straight to voicemail. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she ignored my call, but tried not to dwell on the way my stomach dropped. 

“Hey mom, it’s me. How have things been? I heard you went to Greece for a few weeks to visit family. I bet that was nice, I’d love to see some pictures. Maybe we could meet up for coffee to talk?” 

I ran my sweaty palms on my sweats before continuing. “I have some news. Hollow Souls new album releases this Saturday and we're throwing this party to celebrate it. I know you never were too keen on my career choice but it would mean a lot if you came. I’ll text you the details. S'agapó.” 

Ending the call by saying I loved her in Greek, I hit the red button with a disappointed sigh. I knew there was a higher chance she wouldn’t answer my call rather than actually answering it. Instead of dwelling on it, I texted my dad. 

Me: Can I call? 

His response came almost instantly. 

Dad: You never have to ask, sweetheart. 

With a smile, I decided to FaceTime him instead and broke out in a large smile when his face appeared on the screen. His hair had a bit more gray than the last time and a few more wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. The glasses were practically falling off his nose but when he saw me, he pushed them up. 

“There she is! Oh, I’m loving the new hair!” He beamed. 

“Thanks Dad. I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, life’s been kind of crazy,” I explained while leaning against the headboard. 

My dad waved me off as he spun around in his office chair, the large and filled bookcases now his backdrop. “It’s alright, sweetheart. How have things been?” 

We spent the next few minutes catching up when Noah entered my room, both hands full of bags. When I went to help him, he held up the bags higher so I couldn’t. With a playful glare at him, I turned my attention back to my dad while Noah went about emptying the bags. 

“So your mom didn’t answer?” 

Briefly ignoring the questioning glance from Noah, I shook my head at my dad. 

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s like she has this radar that goes off before I call to talk about my life. If it’s not about her, she doesn't care,” I pulled my knees up to my chest so Noah could sit down in front of me. 

My dad took off his glasses to rub his eyes before putting them back on his nose. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I wish she never took her own frustrations out on you. She’s unhappy with how things ended with the divorce and she can’t seem to heal from it.” 

Noah’s fingers grazed over the exposed skin of my ankle. 

“All these years later and I still try to make her proud of me,” I shrugged. 

“I know sweetheart. But sometimes, you have to think about yourself and make yourself proud before her. That’s what matters.” 

Noah’s hand brushed away the hair from my face and I smiled up at him. 

“Oh, whose hand is that?” My dad's questionable voice came from my phone. “Those are a lot of tattoos.” 

With a glance at Noah, he nodded so I shifted my position for my phone to not only show me but him as well.

“I wish I could introduce you two face to face but this will have to do. Dad, this is Noah.” 

Noah gave a small wave to the phone. “Hi, Mr. Y/L/N, it’s an honor to meet you.” 

“Shit, even your neck is covered! That had to hurt,” my dad chuckled while rubbing his own neck. “It’s an honor to meet you as well, Noah. My daughter has told me quite a lot about you. All good things, no need to worry.” 

My cheeks burned and Noah wrapped an arm around my side, pulling us closer. 

“You have a wonderful daughter. I want to assure you that I love her and will take great care of her,” he vowed. 

My father snorted while moving about his house now. “I knew it from the moment I saw that video of you two performing on stage together during your last tour that you loved Y/N. It was clear in the way you smiled at her.” 

“Dad,” I muttered under my breath. 

Noah, however, looked at me with deep affection in those almond eyes. “I think I knew it back then as well, it just took me longer to admit it.” 

“Call it father’s intuition,” my dad said. “But I have to go. I’m meeting some friends for ramen.” 

“Ugh,” I groaned. “I would kill for some Japanese ramen right now.” 

“Well,” my father started while slipping into his jacket one-handed. “Bring Noah the next time you visit and we can all go out for some. There’s this great place next to this shop that sells some kind of Manga drawings. I don’t understand it but the kids your age seem to love it.” 

“We’ll be there,” Noah promised with a kiss on the side of my head. 

“Have fun at the album release party, sweetheart. I can’t wait to hear the new songs!” 

We both waved at the screen before it went black, me hanging up the call. 

“Your dad seems like a great guy,” Noah noted while rolling off of my bed and trotting over to my dresser. 

He opened the top two drawers, rummaging around for some of his clothes. 

About two weeks ago, he slowly brought some of his things over here while I did the same at his place. We’d been bouncing back and forth between the two but with how busy I’d been planning the album release party and all the finishing touches for the album, it’d been a few days since Noah and I spent the night together. So now that we were leaving tomorrow for the weekend, he decided to spend the night at my place so we could ride up to Big Bear with Chase and Malcolm. 

“He is,” I rested my chin on my knees. “I really hope one day we can visit him together.” 

“We will.”

Noah promised with a kiss on my head before retreating out of my room so he could shower while I finished packing all of our things, the excitement of this weekend making me dance around my bedroom. 

READER

My heels clicked against the hardwood floor as I typed away on my phone, the hustle and bustle of everyone setting up for the party falling away from me. 

The Power Puff Girls group chat:

Me: You guys on your way back? 

Astrid: Had to stop at the store quickly! Matt texted Jolly to grab some Dr. Pepper.  We picked up Maxxine about thirty minutes ago but would have been back at the house by now if Jolly wasn’t taking FOREVER in the book section. He’s trying to find some kind of new fantasy book to read this weekend. 

Maxxine: It’s kind of cute watching the two of you giggle with your own inside jokes while I just stand here as a third wheel. 

I let out my own chuckle as I stopped in front of the large mirror in the rental house, brushing away any lint from my white dress. The sleeves were lace and stopped right at my elbows and the bottom of my dress rested mid-thigh. I was afraid that the front may have been too low cut but Noah reassured me it was fine. 

With an array of kisses between my breasts. 

My phone vibrated in my hand and I read the new message. 

Astrid: Oh hush you. 

Me: Well, we’re very excited for you to join us, Maxxine. Bring some more females into this group of male hormones. I’d been dying to introduce you to someone! 

Maxxine: No, Y/N. Please. My last date was so horrendous, I still haven’t recovered. 

“Angel?” 

Glancing away from my phone, I smiled at Noah as he came bounding down the stairs dressed in a black long-sleeve and almost eggshell white pants. I licked my lips at the sight of him dressed up. It wasn’t anything fancy but it still made my heart flutter. 

“Have you seen my shoes? The black-.” 

“The black lace-ups,” I nodded. “Yes, they’re in the closet in our room. Next to my house shoes.” 

He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Thank you.” 

As Noah retreated upstairs again, I turned back down to my phone. 

Astrid: We promise, this guy is different! 

Maxxine: I don’t know. I think I should just be single for a while. My luck with men hasn’t been the greatest. I always chose losers. 

Me: Please, you’ll be thanking us for setting you up with him. 

Setting my phone on the kitchen counter, I peered over to Jesse, who was setting up the drinks and snacks at the dining room table. Noah mentioned to me the other night how Jesse had been feeling quite down a lot lately due to his anxiety and had been falling into himself, closing himself off from everyone. While Jesse wouldn’t admit it, we all had an inkling feeling that seeing some of his best friends get into relationships, made him doubt himself in finding someone. We also knew how hard of a time he had in Pittsburg when Erra was there touring a few months ago, so Astrid and I decided to set him up with a mutual friend of ours and I invited her to the party tonight. 

“Hey,” I slinked up beside Jesse and bumped my shoulder with his. 

“Hi,” he smiled. “You look beautiful. Excited for tonight?” 

“Thank you! I am. But I just wanted to let you know that there’s someone I want you to meet tonight.” 

He set down the cups and raised a brow. “Why me?” 

“Oh, no reason,” I shrugged before patting his chest and walking away. 

“Y/N! What’s that supposed to mean!”

Giggling, I met up with Chase and Malcolm in the main living area of the house. Chase was brushing away Maclolm’s long auburn locks and I smiled at the two of them. I knew they were nervous about being open about their relationship in the beginning but now they were blossoming together and I couldn’t have been happier for them. 

“How are we feeling?” I asked them to check-in. 

Malcolm ran a hand down the front of his black dress shirt. “Nervous as hell.” 

Chase rubbed his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, love. The support already has been incredible. It’s only going to get better.” 

I wrapped my arms around both of them. “In case this album flops, I want you guys to know that I’m glad we took this chance. I love what we created.” 

“It’s not going to flop,” Chase rolled his bright blue eyes but returned the hug. “Love you two, idiots.” 

I pulled away from them and turned towards the front door when it opened, smiling at Astrid, Jolly, and Maxxine who walked inside. My eyes darted from Maxxine to Jesse, who froze in the middle of his tracks. He took in the sight of her; long legs, olive skin, long black hair, and bright hazel eyes. 

Maxxine, who had her arms full of bags, gave a slow once over of Jesse with a blush and faint smile. 

“Hi,” he cleared his throat. “Let me help you.” 

“Thank you,” she allowed Jesse to take a couple of bags from her. 

Astrid and I shared a proud smile. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” 

Noah’s deep voice sang in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, a kiss to the side of my neck. Turning in his embrace, I pecked his lips. 

“Hm, once or twice,” I wrapped my arms behind his neck. 

With the soft tune of music playing in the background, our bodies began to sway lightly. When his eyes fell behind me, his brows furrowed together. 

“Who’s the girl with Jesse?” 

I turned slightly in his embrace to see Jesse and Maxxine laughing about something with each other. She was lightly touching his arm and the smile on his face was one that you couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard you tried. 

“Oh, that’s a friend of mine and Astrid’s. Her name is Maxxine. I thought that maybe she and Jesse would hit it off,” I explained. 

Noah’s lips left feather-like kisses along my forehead. “I love you.” 

I grasped the front of his shirt, engulfing myself in his scent. 

“I love you too. But before the party starts, I want to show you something.” 

Linking our hands together, we slipped away from the group and down the hall of the rental home to the office where I already had things set up. I closed the door behind us and motioned for Noah to sit on the long sofa while I sat on the recliner chair diagonal from him. On the table was a pair of wireless headphones that were already hooked up to my phone. 

“What’s this?” Noah wondered after falling onto the couch. 

I handed him the headphones. “I know you’ll hear this song later but I wanted you to hear it for the first time with just the two of us. It’s an important song and it means a lot.” 

My heart was drumming inside of the confines of my chest making it hard to breathe. I finished recording this song months ago and besides me, Chase, and Malcolm no one else heard it. I wanted Noah to be the first. 

Once he placed the headphones over his ears, I loaded up the song on my phone and hit play. Even though I couldn’t hear the song physically, I could hear it in my mind. 

I know it's warmer where you are and it's safer by your side. But right now I can't be what you want. Just give it time.

Noah’s shoulders went stiff as he flicked his eyes up at me, steepling his fingers together in his lap. I gave him a reassuring nod, urging him to continue. 

And if you and I can make it through the night. And if you and I can keep our love alive, we'll fight. 

Now nothing gave way on his face as he stared down at his hands, the only movement was the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. 

We can meet in the middle. Bodies and souls collide. Dance in the moonlight where all the stars align. Oh you and I, oh you and I, oh. 

I couldn’t bear being so far from him while not knowing how he was feeling so I rose from my chair to sit on the other end of the couch next to him. 

Well, it's cold when we're apart and I hate to feel this die. But you can't give me what I want. Just give it time

Noah’s eyes fluttered shut and I swore I saw all the oxygen leave his lungs, telling me I knew what part of my lyrics he just heard. 

But for now we stay so far. 'Til our lonely limbs connect. I can't keep you in these arms. So I'll keep you in my mind.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as my knee bounced with anticipation, wanting desperately to know what he thought about my song. But I didn’t want to disturb him yet. 

Can we meet in the middle? Bodies and souls collide. Dance in the moonlight. Where all the stars align. Oh you and I, oh you and I, oh.

Glancing at my phone, I realized the song ended, but Noah made no effort to take off the headphones. My lips parted to speak when I noticed a lone tear roll down his cheek. 

“Noah?” I tapped his arm. 

With the heat of my touch, it was as if he came alive again. Ripping off the headphones, Noah’s lips attacked mine with an inferno, making me fall back onto the couch with him on top of me. My fingers quickly found their usual place in his hair while he hooked my leg around his hips. 

“Angel,” he fanned in the crook of my neck. 

“Did-did you like it?” I asked. 

Noah’s tongue brushed along the pulsepoint of my neck and I shivered underneath him. 

“I loved it,” he breathed as his teeth scraped up along my jawline before slipping his tongue into my mouth. 

We had a short fight for dominance before reluctantly I let Noah win, his hands running up and down my bare thighs. When he pulled away, I was dizzy; kiss drunk. And his eyes burned as he looked down at me. 

“Are you sure?” I questioned, still filled with worry he didn’t like it. 

“Y/N,” he lifted my chin with the finger that had the small heart tattooed on it. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. It was perfect.”

“Thank you,” I wrapped my legs around him to bring his body closer to mine, moaning when I felt the outline of his cock brush along my heated core. 

His forehead fell onto my chest and sighed. “Do we have to go out there? Can we stay here the two of us? In our bubble.” 

I lifted his head to kiss his nose. “Unfortunately, this party is partly for me so I have to show up.” 

Grudgingly, Noah untangled himself from me and then helped me to my feet, fixing my dress and hair for me. 

With our fingers linked together, he led me back into the main part of the house where the party was already well underway. 

THIRD PERSON POV

The crowd of people kept congratulating the members of Hollow Souls for an amazing album. Everyone loved the new songs and was excited about the new direction they were headed toward. Chase and Malcolm chatted with one of the reps from the record label while Y/N was talking with someone she didn’t expect to see there. 

“I can’t believe you flew all the way to Los Angeles from Vermont for this! You didn’t have to,” she smiled while wrapping her arms around the man in a hug. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Y/N,” Joe shrugged. “Where’s Noah?” 

“Um, last I saw he was talking with his friend Bryan.” 

She glanced around the room but broke out in a large smile when Noah slinked up beside her and left a kiss on her cheek. 

“There you are. I have someone I’d like you to meet. This is Joe,” Y/N pointed between the two men. 

Noah extended a hand. “Nice to officially meet you.” 

“Yeah you too,” Joe shook his hand with a smile. 

The three of them chatted for a long while after moving to one of the couches in the living room,  Y/N watching with fondness as her boyfriend and one of her good friends got along pretty well. She even stole a glance over towards Jesse and Maxxine who were seated on the couch across from them. His arm was thrown over the top of the couch, fingers grazing over the skin of Maxxine’s shoulder. Every so often she would slink in closer towards him. 

“Would you like a drink, angel?” Noah asked. 

Her eyes snapped back to him and she nodded. “Dr. Pepper, please.” 

Once Noah stood from the couch, Y/N opened her mouth to ask Joe how life was going when someone else sat down on the couch next to her, almost in Noah’s previous spot. 

Devon? Derrick? No, his name was Dennis; a mutual acquaintance of Ethan, their manager. 

“Hey, Y/N. I thought I’d sneak in to tell you how awesome the new album sounds,” he slicked back his overly gelled hair. 

She gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you.” 

While she knew of him from things Ethan would say, Y/N never actually met him. 

“I love the new vibe you guys have going on. It’s very different from your old albums. Although, I must say that my favorite is still your self-entitled. Trey’s vocals kick ass on that.” 

Joe sat up straighter from his spot on the other side of Y/N while she narrowed her eyes at Dennis. 

“Everyone has their own opinions I suppose,” she said while trying to pull down the ends of her dress when she caught Dennis staring at her legs. 

“You know,” he licked his lips and moved closer to Y/N. “You’re doing really well without Trey. How about we go out for a drink?” 

“No thank you, I’m not interested.” 

Y/N slinked back closer to Joe, who gladly accepted it.

“One drink?” Dennis tried again with a sly smirk. 

“I don’t drink,” Y/N narrowed her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest, hoping to show the guy that she was finished with this conversation. 

Joe sent a look over to Malcolm, who was standing in the kitchen next to Noah, and with that shared expression, the redhead nodded. 

“Noah,” Malcolm motioned behind Noah. 

With a perplexed look, Noah turned around and nearly crushed the glass in his hand at what he saw. Y/N was almost in Joe’s lap, trying to get away from some douchebag who kept advancing towards her. 

“What the fuck,” he grumbled under his breath, nostrils flaring. 

Tonight was not the night to lose his cool but he could feel that ugly feeling burning low in his gut; the feeling he despised. He didn’t want to come off as jealous or that he couldn’t trust Y/N because he could. But Noah did not like the way this guy was almost undressing her with his eyes. 

Joe wanted to intervene but also knew that Y/N had it handled; something she’d proven before. 

She glanced around the room with panic in her eyes until they fell on Noah, utter relief filling them. The guy followed her gaze and scoffed when he realized what she Y/N was looking at. 

Noah’s blood ran cold as his heart was thumping loudly in his ears, everything becoming white noise to him. His fingers shook at his sides, doing his best to remain calm. 

“Who is that guy?” He asked Malcolm. 

“Dennis. Ethan’s assistant.”

Matt, who had snuck up beside Noah, urged him with a look. 

“This asshole just asked Y/N to go outside with him for more privacy.” 

Fire burned in Noah’s eyes as he snapped them back over to the couch, where he nearly choked at the sight in front of him. Dennis was dragging his fingers down Y/N’s neck with intimacy that was reserved for Noah only. That was his spot. Y/N was his, it was proven tonight when she played her song for him. 

His insides burned with rage that it nearly made him unable to see anything in front of him. 

The sound of Y/N’s hand smacking Dennis’ hand away broke through the haze in Noah’s vision. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she seethed. 

Joe quickly pulled Y/N up from the couch just as Noah pushed himself off the edge of the counter and made his way through the crowd over towards his girlfriend; hands shaking with more vigor now. It would be so easy to punch Dennis and show him who Y/N belongs to, however, Noah wouldn’t create a scene tonight; not when this night meant so much to Hollow Souls. 

With three deep breaths, Noah came to a halt in front of Y/N who quickly found solace underneath his arm.

“Everything alright?” He wondered. 

Y/N, albeit with the annoyed look in her usual bright eyes, wore a faux smile. “Yeah, now it is.” 

“I think you were just leaving, no?” Joe asked Dennis. 

The man shook his head while slowly rising to his feet. “No, actually I wasn’t. I heard that Y/N is single so I thought to shoot my shot.” 

Noah’s body vibrated with anger so Y/N rested a hand on his chest, her touch immediately calming him. 

“I’d like to know where you heard that,” Noah spoke slowly, even though he was on edge. 

“Does it matter?” Dennis harshly laughed. “All I’m saying is that she looks sexy as fuck tonight. I thought we could sneak away for a bit but it seems like she’s too far up your ass to even notice there are other guys here.” 

“I already said no,” Y/N’s voice was stern. 

Noah’s eyes sliced Dennis in half but remained calm; an eerie calm that seemed to have the gathering crowd of their friends on edge. His arm was still around her, claiming Y/N as his own but for added measure he left a kiss on the side of her head. 

Dennis raised his hands in defeat. “Alright, I get it. It’s fine, from what I hear from Trey, you can’t be satisfied anyway.” 

Chase appeared almost out of nowhere and grabbed him by the collar of his green polo. “Time for you to go. Now.” 

“Chase, please. No fighting,” Y/N begged still in Noah’s embrace. 

His usual bright blue eyes were dark, a deep hue of midnight, while he glared at Dennis. 

“I promise, no fighting,” Chase gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’m only going to show this asshole the way out.” 

Noah and Dennis shared one final glance, victory dancing on the former's lips before he whispered in Y/N’s ear. 

“Upstairs. Now.” 

Her eyes sparkled when she gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk. The both of them slipped away almost unnoticed by everyone, running up the stairs two at a time with Noah smacking her ass, her giggles echoing far behind them. 

READER

As soon as we were in the confines of our bedroom in the rental house, Noah lifted me in the air to press my back against the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist while his hands gripped my thighs. There was a dire need of want in his eyes as he crashed his lips to mine in such a frenzied, hungry kiss, that it made me see stars from the force of it. His teeth grazed over my tongue and then my lips, drawing the teeniest bit of blood. 

“Fuck, Noah!” I exclaimed while dotting a finger to my lip. 

Growling, he began biting my neck, licking away Dennis’ touch. “I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is. No one will ever fucking talk to you like that or touch what’s mine.”

“Oh god, yes,” I hissed, running my hands through his hair when he sucked on my sweet spot.

Somehow Noah managed to yank off my panties in our position and stuffed them deep into his pocket. One lone finger slipped between us when he pinned me to the door again and started rubbing fast circles on my clit. 

“Shit. Fuck. So good,” I crowed while pulling on the ends of his hair. 

Once I was wet enough, Noah quickly pulled out his cock, rubbing a fist over it for a few pumps before slipping in between my folds with a hard snap of his hips that we rattled against the door. I felt so full, so stretched open, that I gasped; not realizing at first that Noah forgot to put on a condom. 

“I want that motherfucker to hear who you belong to, angel,” he grunted with each thrust, nails digging into the skin of my bare ass to keep me grounded against him. 

“Fuck, god. So good,” I panted while scratching at his shoulders. “Right there.” 

We both were grunting so loudly and with the banging of the door, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that everyone could hear us downstairs. But none of them mattered. 

Only Noah and I did. 

His lips attacked mine once again, teeth smacking and tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouths. 

“Say my name, I want him and any other man who thinks they have a shot, to hear who you belong to,” Noah bit down hard on my neck, his thrusts were fast and relentless. 

“NOAH!” I screamed when his finger pressed against my clit again, being exactly what I needed to come apart on his cock. 

My body writhed in his tight hold on me and with the force of his hands on my ass, I knew that I would have bruises in the morning but I didn’t fucking care. 

“You’re mine.” He grunted while craning my neck back by my hair. 

Noah went back to working on the raised red mark on my neck, right alongside the other bite marks he left before. 

“Yes, I am,” I rasped, gone in ecstasy. 

“Forever angel,” Noah’s hips stilled before pulling himself completely out of me. “Fucking say it.” 

“I’m yours forever, Noah!” I proclaimed with a feverish nod. 

“You’re mine, angel,” he gruffed while now wrapping his hand around his cock. 

It was thick and red, almost angry from being denied release. 

“It felt too good and I didn’t want to risk it,” he sighed while letting me fall to my feet. 

I kissed his lips, this time more gentle than our previous kisses. “Cum on my chest.” 

Noah’s movements around his cock faltered for a moment, pupils dilating to pure black. 

“What?” 

Dropping to my knees, I pulled down the front of my dress to expose my bare chest to him and peered up at him through my lashes. 

“I want you to mark me, Noah. Mark what’s yours,” I begged. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he mused while running one hand through my hair, dragging his fingers down my neck over my chest to pull and pinch my nipples. 

His grip around his cock was tight, knuckles turning white as he moved his hand up and down with such a velocious pace, it almost made it hard to focus on it. I licked my lips when I spotted the precum Noah used to spread over the head of his cock and I whined with the desire to taste him. 

The hand he had wrapped around the back of my neck to keep me in place tightened its grip as he bent over me, resting his forehead against the door. Noah was still dressed but I could only imagine that the muscles in his stomach were taut, his release so close. 

“Cum for me, Noah. Please,” I begged with a whiny breath. 

“Fucking hell,” he howled my name when his warm release shot all over my neck and down between my breasts. 

I hummed in pleasure, seeing the white stickiness run down my stomach, reveling in the feeling of his mark all over me. Noah stared down at me through hooded eyes, his chest heaving with each deep breath. 

“I didn’t think,” he took a deep breath while licking his lips. “I didn’t think that would be so hot.” 

Allow him to help me to my feet, I couldn’t wipe the smirk from my face. “I did, why do you think I asked for it?” 

Noah’s eyes flashed as he bent low to capture my lips in a kiss. “Am I going to keep finding out your secret kinks, angel?” 

“I think so since you discovered two of them already,” I dragged a finger down his cheek. 

“You like possessive sex? I feel terrible for throwing you against the door,” Noah rubbed the back of his neck. 

I shrugged. “It’s not so much the possessive side of it but more so the dominant side of you.” 

He lifted my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on my palm. “Do you want to head back downstairs?” 

“No, I’m exhausted and need a shower,” I giggled while motioning to my chest. 

Even though his cheeks reddened, the look that crossed his face as he looked me over made my core clench. 

“Get cleaned up and I’ll sneak downstairs to grab us some snacks,” Noah patted my ass, dismissing me towards the bathroom connected to our bedroom. 

“Think Folio will share those chocolate-covered pretzels he brought?” I wondered. 

Noah chuckled while stuffing his cock back into his pants before zipping them. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” 

Right before he slipped through the door, I chastised him when I noticed the large red mark on my neck.

ASTRID

“Okay, I think they’re finally finished,” I chuckled while walking into the bedroom I was sharing with Jolly. “The door stopped rattling awhile ago and when I walked past their bedroom, I heard one of them snoring.” 

Jolly peered up from strumming a few notes on the guitar in his lap and smiled at me. 

“It’s most likely, Noah. Do you know he wears those nose strips?” 

“No way!” I gasped while pulling down the sleeves of his sweater I was wearing, moving about the room to finish getting ready for bed. 

It was his black Bad Omens hoodie, with the hand and gun on the front.

“Yeah, try sleeping in a moving sweatbox and hearing that. I sometimes worry he’ll inhale the bus curtains. That’s Y/N’s problem now,” he chuckled while reaching for me and pulling me to the bed with him. 

I broke out in a fit of giggles when he placed me in his lap and then rested the guitar in mine. He set my fingers in the position they needed to before helping me strum a few notes. 

He placed a kiss on my shoulder. “I’m glad you were able to leave Fika for the weekend to be here with me.” 

I turned my head towards him and kissed his lips. “Jessica can handle it. I need to start loosening the reins a bit and enjoy things more.” 

Jolly’s eyes glinted as he set the guitar down on the floor before lying me back down on the bed, lifting my end of the sweater to reveal all I was wearing underneath was a pair of black underwear. 

“You walked around like this?” His voice rumbled deep within his chest. 

I innocently shrugged. “I didn’t run into anyone. Besides, I’m practically swimming in your sweater. No one would have seen anything.” 

Hooking my underwear with his fingers, Jolly practically ripped them down my legs before flipping me onto my stomach. 

“Keep the sweater on, käraste,” he demanded while spreading my legs wide. 

“Fuck, yes,” I nodded while burying my face into the pillow, hearing Jolly’s belt buckle fall to the floor. 

NOAH

Jolly and I moved around the large kitchen, almost with ease like we’d done this countless times before as we made breakfast for everyone. It was our last day up in Big Bear and we had a full day of activities planned. 

Breakfast, a mountain hike, lunch at a diner in town, and Y/N wanted to steal me away for a few hours to go horseback riding. 

The large table was filled with everyone and I had to stop for a moment to appreciate everyone here who came out to support Hollow Souls. They didn’t need to but they did because Y/N, Chase, and Malcolm became part of our family with that tour that seemed so long ago now. 

“Noah, can you hand me the eggs?” 

Snapping my gaze away from everyone, I turned towards Jolly and handed him the carton of eggs. 

“So,” I smirked while pouring more pancake mix onto the sizzling griddle. “I heard you had a great night last night. I walked past your room to come down to the kitchen for a drink and heard you grunting something in Swedish. What was it?” 

He froze, mixing the eggs in the large bowl for a moment before scoffing. “Like you’re one to talk. We all heard you guys last night. The door wouldn’t stop rattling, shaking the walls.” 

My face was beet red and I adjusted the collar of my sweater to ease it away from my neck. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” 

“I’m surprised you even heard anything over your snoring,” Jolly shrugged with a sly smirk. “I told Astrid you use nose strips.” 

I dropped the spatula, it clattering to the counter and gasped. “You did not!” 

A sudden movement from the stairs caught both of our attention, our heads snapping to the forms of Jesse and Maxxine walking down, her wearing one of his shirts. With a shared look, Jolly and I scurried over to our girlfriends, me pulling on Y/N’s shirt while she poured herself a cup of coffee. 

“Mochi,” she smacked my hand away. “Not now. I’m hungry and need caffeine. Sex in the shower took a lot out of me this morning.” 

“Angel,” I reached for her again. 

“I’m serious,” she held a stern gaze over the rim of her cup as she looked at me. “I need a break.” 

Rolling my eyes, I turned her around just in time for her to see Jesse hold out the chair for Maxxine, who blushed up at him in thanks. 

“No fucking way!” Y/N sputtered into her cup and then looked back at me. “She stayed the night with him?” 

I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in the peach scent of her body wash, and smiled. “Look at you, little matchmaker.” 

We shared a kiss before I motioned for her to sit down at the table so I could bring her a plate of food. 

Everyone went about the kitchen, filling up their own plates while I sat down next to Y/N, handing her the plate. Once everyone was seated, Malcolm took a long pull of his coffee before setting it down on the dark oak of the table. 

“So, who do you think was louder last night? Jolly or Noah?” 

The noise of my fork falling on my plate rang loudly in all of our ears while Jolly nearly choked on his scrambled eggs. Both of us slowly sank into our seats while Astrid and Y/N shared a look across the table, stifling a fit of giggles behind their hands. 

Noticing the way our faces reddened, Folio spoke up to change the subject. “Did anyone enjoy seeing the snow dogs? Michelle and I had a great time when we were here last time.”

“Oh that’s right,” Davis nodded. “You guys were here for Valentine's Day, right?” 

While their conversation fell on deaf ears, I felt my heart stutter in my chest and glanced over to Y/N, who was having her own conversation with Michael who sat next to her. The realization hit me with such force, that I had to lean farther back into my chair. 

Even though it was well into March, we never spent Valentine's Day together, and honestly, that wasn’t something that sat well with me. My heart yearned to make up for all the times we missed during our time apart and for the rest of breakfast, I made those plans in my mind. 

“Were we really that loud last night?” 

Y/N asked me at the same time Astrid asked Jolly and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me with a chuckle, brushing my lips against her ear. 

“Want to see if we can get even louder before we leave?” I nibbled on her ear lobe. 

[punksdoll]

Hi, I really enjoyed reading your writings about Damian Priest. I was wondering if you could please do one with Damian x fem! Reader where she has a longtime crush on him, and gets called up from NXT to RAW. She's super shy & nervous to talk to him. Her & Liv are in catering one day & she spots Damian sitting with the rest of TJD, Liv catches her staring at him & teases her. Rhea is her close friend from NXT & catches it as well & tries to encourage her to talk to him. She tries at that time in catering, but fails the first time due to nervousness & a crowd being there (TJD). Rhea helps her outside of work, and she sums up the courage & tries again next time, succeeds & they end up together in the end? Sorry it's long, but take your time writing this, thanks <3

~~~𝑮𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔~~~

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎<𝟑 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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“These meatballs are really good, you sure you don’t want some?” Liv asks Y/n while holding up a meatball to her mouth.

Y/n looks down at the meatball before shaking her head and trailing her eyes back to something—someone.

Liv looks over and smirks, looking back at Y/n. “You have been staring at that man since he got here, might as well talk to him.” Liv nudges her and y/n gives her a shake of her head.

“Hell no.” Y/n immediately objects, “That’s never going to happen.”

Liv huffs, “why not? the more you ogle at him, the less chance you’ll have with him.” She pops another meatball in her mouth, “and i’ve heard stuff.”

Y/n gives her a slide glance, “what stuff?”

“Your chance might be too lateee…” Liv trails off and y/n feels her heart drop at that.

She has liked that man since the beginning of her wrestling career at nxt. When news spread that he left and moved up to raw, she would admit that it hurt knowing she would never have a chance to see him or maybe even talk to him at some point. But now that she’s at raw and finding out something might be going on with him and someone else? Makes her heart hurt even more. She’s waited her whole nxt career to get up here to just to see him and pump herself up to talk to him.

Y/n looks at her then back at Damian and when she does, her heart drops. He’s talking to Jackie Redmond, a new interviewer. She watches as Damian lets out a laugh at someone she had said.

“Yeah you should definitely talk to him.” Y/n and Liv both hear a different voice and look over to see Rhea sitting down with them. “because next thing you know, he’s falling in love with another woman that’s not you.”

Y/n stares at Rhea who gives her a look before looking back at Damian, “why do you care? why are you even talking to me? did you forget? you stopped talking with me the minute you got a name for yourself.”

“I don’t want to see my old friend hurting when she realizes that he has eyes for another woman.” Rhea shrugs as she sits back.

Y/n looks at Damian then at Rhea before sighing, “How do i even talk to him?”

“C’mon.” Rhea stands up and y/n looks at Liv who nods. Y/n gets up and follows Rhea who is walking over to the table that has her other fellow jd members sitting at, Damian walking over as well.

“What are we doing…?” Y/n questions.

“You will be talking to him.” Rhea simply says as they finally reach the table and she sits down, y/n following after quickly.

“Who’s this?” Dominik is the first to notice a non jd member as all eyes go towards y/n who immediately gets nervous and shrinks herself a bit, feeling Damian’s eyes as well once he sits down.

“My friend from nxt.” Rhea replies, nudging her foot with y/n.

“y/n.” She replies as she keeps her eyes down onto her lap.

“Oh yeah we heard about you…” Damian voices come through and y/n immediately looks up and stares at him. “You made a name for yourself in nxt.”

Y/n nods slowly, “yeah…” she trails off nervously.

Rhea gives her a side glance as they all get into their own conversation. Rhea keeps nudging her foot with y/n, trying to get her to talk to Damian who is simply enjoying his food while keeping his ears open to the conversation that Finn, Dominik, and Rhea are having. Y/n looks at him and opens her mouth but closes it immediately as he leans up to look at his friends.

“Don’t we got a match later on tonight?” Damian asks Finn who nods.

“Of course we do, we always do.” Finn chuckles.

Damian smirks and goes back to eating his food and Rhea nudges her harder this time but y/n just shakes her head and stands up, “i’ll catch you later Rhea.”

Y/n rushes off and out of catering as Rhea watches her walk away in annoyance.

•••

“You disappoint me.” Rhea says the minute y/n opens up her hotel room door and invites herself in.

“Welcome…?” Y/n raises an eyebrow and closes the door, following Rhea.

“You had your chance y/n, why in hell didn’t you take it?” Rhea frowns as they both sit down on the couch.

“I got nervous…” Y/n sinks into the couch, “and i knew eyes would be on me so that made me even more nervous than regular nervous.”

“that doesn’t make sense…” Rhea raises an eyebrow.

“You wouldn’t understand because you’re confident and you know that you look good…and you just don’t care.” Y/n frowns.

“That’s because i think about how life will still move on normally even if it does go wrong,” rhea shrugs.

Y/n looks at her and sighs, “you’re not an over thinker that’s why.”

“your making excuses.” Rhea smirks, “just because i may not seem like it doesn’t mean i’m not.”

Y/n sighs, “how are you gonna help me?”

“I’m his best friend, i know quite well.” Rhea smirks, “Starting with us taking a road trip together to the airport.”

“Wait what?” Y/n looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

“They know and they don’t mind. I made some excuse, let’s go.” Rhea stands up, “We got a lot to talk you through about.”

•••

“He might look imitating, but trust me,” rhea pops some grapes in her mouth, “he’s an actual sweetheart.”

Y/n glances over at Rhea then looks back at the road as she drives them to the airport. “maybe that’s just because yall are friends.” Y/n suggests and Rhea immediately gives her a look.

“Stop making excuses.” Rhea says sternly, “I know the man and I know him well. He would never hurt a fly unless he really has to.” Rhea smirks.

“What does that mean?” Y/n tilts her head to the side.

“Just know he is an absolute sweetheart who will show you respect if you show him respect, simple.” Rhea holds a grape up towards y/n’s mouth.

Y/n takes it and chews on it as she furrows her eyebrows, “what do i even say to him if i end up talking to him?”

“He has a match tomorrow night, bring it up and tell him good luck.” Rhea shrugs, “Every time he has a match, always tell him good luck. His interest in you will go up and he will want to talk to you more.” She winks.

Y/n nods slowly, “ok…”

•••

Y/n watches as Damian is getting himself pumped up for his match against Jey Uso today. She could feel her nervousness bubbling in her but less then before as she takes notice that he isn’t with any one of the jd members. She takes in a deep breath and marches herself over there.

Never back down never what?

“Never give up.” Y/n smirks before dropping it as she gets to Damian.


Damian looks over and smiles, “y/n right? Rhea’s friend?”

Y/n nods slowly, “yeah Rhea’s friend.” She clears her throat and looks at his gear, “I hear that you have a match today…”

Damian hums and nods, “yeah against Jey Uso over our feud we got going on.” He nods as he wraps his belt around his waist.

“Would you like some help?” Y/n blurts out and immediately panics as Damian turns his head towards her, “Unless you have it, it’s fine if you do. You don’t even need my help, you have been having this title for so long that you probably get used to the struggle…” y/n rambles on in panic.

Damian watches her, amused. “Sure.”

Y/n shuts up immediately and looks at Damian with wide eyes, “really?”

“Sure why not,” he hands over one of his titles.

Y/n eyes widened even more as she looks at the title then back at Damian who gives her a nod. With shaky hands, y/n wraps the title around his waist and feels herself burn up in the face at the close proximity. She pulls back and clicks the belt together before taking a step back as Damian turns towards her. “How do i look?”

Y/n smiles, “like a champ…” she nods as she tries slowing down her heart rate.

Damian chuckles and grabs his jacket, putting it on. “Will you be watching?”

Y/n tilts her head, “your match?” She questions. Damian nods and y/n ponders before nodding slowly, “Of course…i’ll be rooting for you.”

Damian smiles and grabs his other title, “I’ll be dedicating my win for you then.” Damian says.

“Good luck!” Y/n watches as he walks away.

“Thanks!”

•••

That became a routine. Every time when Damian had a match, y/n would get herself pumped up to go and talk with him. She’d put on his belt, he’d ask if she’ll watch his match, she’ll say she’ll be rooting for him, he says he’ll be dedicating his win to her, and she leaves it off with a good luck.

Y/n could feel herself slowly getting comfortable with him as the days went on and as their routine kept going. She could feel her feelings for him get stronger and she was always thinking the unthinkable everytime they did their routine.

Ask him out.

Ask him for dinner.

Ask him to go out to get a drink.

etcetera etcetera etcetera.

That thought would always vanish though as the thought of rejection would overthrow every other thought that she had.

“There she is.” Damian smirks as he watches y/n rush over to their little hangout spot. “I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow, “the day that i stop coming is the day i stop working.” Y/n grabs his title and wraps it around him. “Who are you fighting today?”

“Kevin Owens.” Damian says as she pats his back, letting him know he can turn around now. “You gonna watch?”

Y/n smiles, “nah.” She teases.

Damian immediately narrows his eyes, “the hell not? you watching someone else?”

Y/n giggles and shakes her head, “i’m just kidding. yes i will be watching. rooting for you.” Y/n smiles.

“i’ll win just for you and after…” Damian suddenly looks nervously as he puts on his jacket, “maybe we can go out to celebrate after i win?”

Y/n feels her heart flutter, “are you asking me out?”

Damian smiles a bit and nods, “yeah…i am.”

Y/n smiles and nods, “i would love that then.”

Damian smiles and grabs his title, “i’ll meet you here after?”

Y/n smiles and leans over to give his cheek a kiss, “good luck…”

Y/n walks away quickly, all giddy inside. “Wait so are you?!” Damian calls out to her with a big smile on his face.

“Yup!” Y/n calls back as she rushes away.

Damian watches her with a smile, feeling his own giddiness inside him.

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Entirely self indulgent rating post about the top 10 TV shows that made me fucking insane for some reason

10. Sense8

God, this was so good. Such a blessing. I saw part of the cast during a Pride Parade and it's one of my favorite memories. I felt every possible emotion with this show, I love it.

9. The Last of Us

This is kind of a cheat, because the obsession comes from the games, but it is what it is. It's one of the few games that had a big impact on me and I closely relate it to my relationship with my dad. Can't wait to cry my heart out at season 2.

8. Good Omens

It's a given, isn't it? That stupid angel with his stupid demon and their stupid God. GRRRAAWW. A lot of thoughts and feelings came from the fandom, I have to point out. It's been very nice.

7. The Umbrella Academy

I have the first issue of the comics autographed by Gerard Way!! I mean, yes, it's because I'm a MCR fan, but it became even more precious after I got into the show. I'm rewatching right now, preparing for the last season. I'll be a mess when I say goodbye to them. Can't even really think about it too hard or I'll cry right now.

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6. Our Flag Means Death

LISTEN THIS CHANGED EVERYTHING TO ME. What do you mean we can have a show THIS queer? It's all I want now. I ate it up. I smiled so much. I wanted this so badly and had no idea.

5. Interview with the Vampire

Feels like it should be top 3 honestly but I'll get there. This is also a cheat, I've been reading the Vampire Chronicles since I was like 15. Growing up with Anne Rice probably messed me up but hey at least I have great taste. And seeing them on screen? The way they made it BETTER? And Lestat?? Who has been haunting me for 15 years on and off??? And the second season and their reunion and and and?????????? I'm STILL insane about them and will be forever, I'm afraid.

4. Doctor Who

Listen. Listen. Okay. Yeah. What can I say? If you get into it, you're doomed. And I have been doomed for 10 years at least. I stopped watching for a while and got back last year, and it hit me all over again. I love this dumbass genius alien in a way that's calm, even. Just a permanent part of who I am now.

3. The Untamed

The year was 2022, it had been a while since I had a proper fixation and I didn't think it would happen with this danmei live-action, but then came Wei Wuxian. Guys, if I tell you I fell in love. Couldn't stop thinking about him. Everyday I was plagued by his smile and red ribbon and tragic backstory, yadayadayada. I really like other characters too, and their stories, but WWX did something to me that I still don't quite understand.

2. Queer as Folk (US)

This was a looong time ago and it didn't really persist over time like the others, but it was my first actual obsession. I was clinically insane over these gays. I had no one to talk to about them, so for every episode I wrote several pages of notes to comment to my (only) friend at school the next day, the poor thing. It was pretty much all I talked about because I spent EVERY MINUTE we had to talk going over the notes and explaining the episode. Like, between classes, during breaks, everything. Months of that. She held on firmly because she was a good friend, but I'm aware it must've been terrible. Like I said, insane.

1. Dead Boy Detectives

Maybe I'm putting this up here because it's my current hyperfixation? Maybe. But I don't think I have felt something hit as strongly as this since QaF over there. This time I can participate in fandom so I don't need to write every thought I have because it's all a big talk anyway, but I'm still pretty much having those thoughts all the time for *checks notes* nearly three months. I'm writing more than I have in years. I'm back at Tumblr after I don't know how long. I'm staring at GIFs over and over like I have the fucking time for that. I'm distracted at work daily. I talk about it in therapy. I have the main cast's notifications on. I'm getting involved in fandom discourse sometimes even knowing I shouldn't. It's a nightmare. I love it. I love them.

If you read all of this, congrats! Now you know how my mind works, kinda!! I'm open to talk about any and all of these shows. It's amazing how they mess us up. It's also scary, but anyway.

[pedrotonin]

LOST IN THOUGHT - PART 3

Or: Thanks to Joel Miller.

[part 1] [part 2]

Summary: you tugged his hair again and then messed everything up. You think.

Paring: Pedro Pascal x Female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mild sexual tension.

A/N: and that's a wrap. Sorry no smut, but writing a RPF...it just made me uncomfortable. I guess I'll just have to start writing a character based one soon 😉 oh and look at this gif. Rawr.

10 minutes pass. 20 minutes pass. Still no sign of Pedro.

After 30 minutes you start wondering if he'll come back at all. Maybe he told his stylist what had happened. Heat creeps up your face, maybe it's for the best. It seems you're not in control of yourself when he's around.

Suddenly you hear him clear his throat to get your attention. You slowly turn towards him.

He stands in the doorway, not meeting your eyes, wearing a new white button up and the sweater from before. One hand on the back of his neck, the other in his pocket.

"Look, I'm sorry," you begin, "I'll just pack my things and-"

He cuts you off.

"Don't."

He looks at you now. No smile this time, his expression serious.

"I would like for you to stay," he takes a deep breath. "Please."

You nod, can not find the right words. Taking a step to your right you make room for him to sit down.

He hesitates for just a second, but then he takes off his glasses and takes a seat.

Nothing happened after that. You styled his hair without any tugging -or accidents- and he had to leave right after you finished.

A few weeks go by. You allow yourself a peek on Pedro Pascal fanaccount. Watch 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' again for the umpteenth time. You even allow yourself to read a real smutty Joel Miller fanfiction.

At night your thoughts drift to Pedro. You have dreams of pulling his curls, hard.

The next day, you finally get a call. A last-minute request, so you're currently on your way to meet them at some fancy hotel.

After parking your car and swinging your backpack over your shoulders, you walk into the hotel lobby and spot Pedro talking animatedly to one of the receptionists. Raising his hand in a way of greeting when he sees you.

He's wearing his purple Lakers shirt and it makes you smile. Slowly making your way over, you see he allowes the receptionist to take a selfie with him before he turns towards you.

"Hi, so glad you could make it on such short notice."

He gently puts his hand on your lower back and guides you to the nearby elevator, pushing a button. He tells you he just finished an interview and they requested a photoshoot.

He gestures you into a room and you begin to unpack your bag while Pedro changes into a deep red polo shirt. He sits down and tells you what he wants this time. Slicked back. You reach for a comb but he stops you, placing his hand on top of yours.

"Listen. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of creep. I just seem to particularly enjoy it when you...touch my hair. I hope it's not a problem."

He removes his hand.

Did he just sort of confess to you he liked it when you pulled his hair? A strange warmth spreads through your body. He looks at you, waiting for an answer.

"It's not," you reassure him.

He smiles and it emboldens you.

"Next time, I'll tug a little harder."

His beautiful rich laugh fills to room.

"Please do".

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Months have past and the two of you are sitting on his couch. He sneaks his arm around you and moves his face to your neck, breathing you in.

"Look at us. I am so glad you could not control yourself around me... and my hair," he whispers.

You elbow him in the side, making him laugh. Straddling him, you pull his hair, yanking his head back. He moans as his arms wrap around your back.

Silently, you thank yourself for your lack of self-control as well.

And for Joel Miller fanfiction.

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Music | Patrick Mahomes x Reader

Summary: Just before the game you see Patrick by himself listening to music and smiling.

word count: 629

Warning: None

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You and a few cheerleaders got to the Nissan Stadium in Nashville a few hours early before the game started between the Chiefs and the Titans.

You were always an early bird when it came to the important things. Like cheering for the team you have always been a fan of. Thank your dad for moving to Kansas City when you were ten.

You and the girls were practicing the cheers that y’all was doing for today's game in a few hours. Y’all been at it for at least a good hour. When you finally think it time for a good break.

“Okay girls, y’all can keep at it but I need a good few minutes break.” They all nod at you as you walk off to grab your bottle of water.

While taking a sip of your water you notice one the player was sitting on the other side of the field listening to music and watching the cheerleaders doing their thing.

When you look at the person well, you realize it was Patrick Mahomes. He was almost like you. An early bird when it comes to important things. And for him. Every game is important.

You look over at the girls before looking back at him. Finally you think “Might as well, me and him never really talk.” After you walk over to him.

It didn’t take him long before he noticed you walking to him. He smiled at you and nodded his head. Gosh does he have to have the perfect smile.

When you got in front of him, he pulls his headphones on his neck. “Hello Miss Sunshine. Why are you here at almost nine in the morning!” You only roll your eyes.

You say next to him. “You know Mahomes, I could ask you the same question.” He chucked. “Please call me Patrick, we are not strangers.” The time he does speak to you, he is always nice and for some reason he doesn't like us calling him by his last name.

You look down and see his phone in his hands. You point at it. “What are you listening to?” He looks down at it before looking at you. “Come find out.”

He moves close to you and puts his headphones on your head. You look over at him. As he pressed the play button. And the song that was playing was My Moment by DJ Drama.

You let out a giggle as he smiled. You remember him saying once during an interview what songs he listened to before a game and this one was one of them he said.

You pull the headphones off and set them on your lap. “Is this a song that gets you pumped up before a game?” He locked his phone. “It is one of them, I have a few but this one I always come back to. What about you Sunshine?”

You think for a few minutes before shrugging. To be honest I don’t really know. Most of the time , a random song comes on and I just listen to that before we go out and cheer.”

Before any of y’all could say someone one the girls come over. “Y/n break time is over. We need to get this right before the game.” You only nod as she walks away.

He looks at her before looking at you. “I guess that it's time to go back and work huh.” You move his headphones and get up. “Sadly yes, you are not the only one who works hard Mahomes.”

After you walk off you hear him yell. “Call me Patrick!!” You let a giggle out before jogging over to the girls. The rest of practice you noticed someone was watching and you knew it was him.

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I got this idea from the gif and I just had to write it out!! Hope y’all enjoy it!!

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Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part I)

Requested: Yes ("antoine griezmann angst plz! u guys have an argument about something, and ignore each other but then make up" - Anon)

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Antoine sees you with Mbappé and a big misunderstanding follows.

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation

A/N: Sorry for the delay, college is hell! This is actually wayyy longer than I intended, so I'll do it in two parts :) I hope this is what you had in mind. Also please note that this is my first time writing angst so I hope it's not too cringe lol. GIF isn't mine. (I found the perfect one but it's too big for Tumblr 😫) ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART ONE

You had been Didier Deschamps’ assistant for a few years now, and you really liked your job, as helping the Coach with basically everything wasn’t that hard. You had a good relationship with him, and you were close to all the players. You had a sister-brother relationship with most of them – except for one. You had just started working for the team when Antoine first arrived, and you two instantly became friends, getting closer and closer every time you saw each other during international breaks. You two eventually fell for each other and started dating. Antoine made you the happiest you had ever been, and you enjoyed the idea of spending the rest of your life with him. Living in different countries – as you lived in France and he lived in Madrid – really was a challenge at times, but you both worked hard to make it work. It had almost been a year since you’ve started dating now, and the Bleus had arrived today in their home of Clairefontaine. You greeted each of them as they entered the castle, and tried your best not to treat Antoine differently – as while Deschamps was happy for you guys, he still asked for you and Antoine to remain professional. It was hard of course but you still managed to do it despite Antoine who constantly was winking at you and never missed an opportunity to give you a kiss or to kiss your neck when you where alone or in public while no one was watching.

The first day went smoothly, with a training session and the guys catching up with each other. While Antoine and the rest of the players were all doing a photoshoot for new official pics and the Coach was busy on the phone, you sat in the living room and checked the week’s schedule to make sure everything was okay when Kylian entered, still wearing his football kit from the photoshoot.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Already done?”

“Yeah, they only need a few pics for each of us,” the striker said, sitting next to you in front of the TV. “You should have seen the way Theo was trying to distract me with his stupid jokes.”

You and Kylian were basically the same age, but he still acted like a big brother towards you, the same way Hugo and Olivier did. His girlfriend was actually one of your closest friends, and you were very happy for them.

“Typical,” you answered with a soft laugh, shaking your head. The Bleus could be childish sometimes, and they often needed you to be their babysitter but you still loved them dearly. “By the way, you have an interview for a TV channel tomorrow and the day before the match, you and Didier have a press conference.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After a second Kylian stood up all of a sudden, and went to grab a PlayStation’s controller.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play?”

Since you had nothing to do, you accepted. You and Kylian played at FIFA, and you were actually doing great, having played countless times with the other members of the team over the years. You won a few games and Kylian won a few as well, and this time you both scored twice. You scored a victory goal at the last minute, and let out a victory scream before laughing but Kylian wasn’t having it.

“Come on, you cheated. Nah, nah, stop it, this ain’t happening. You cheated.”

“Oh, stop it,” you said after you controlled your laugh. “I just scored, that’s all. Maybe if you weren’t terrible-”

“You little-”

He grabbed a pillow from behind him and proceeded to hit on your face and your belly with it, accusing you of being a cheater, but you also grabbed the pillow next to you to hit him back. You both were out of breath from too much laughing when Antoine appeared at the door.

“Yo, man”, Kylian said, the pillow still in his hand. “Are they finished yet?”

But Antoine remained silent, and the cold look he had in his blue eyes was more than unusual. All joy left your body and your boyfriend turned around and left without a word.

“Oh come on, Grizi, don’t be silly-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what Kylian said because you immediately followed Antoine in another room.

“Antoine,” you called him, trying to walk as fast as him. “Antoine, please. What is it? What’s wrong?”

After a while, Antoine finally turned around to face you and finally spoke.

“‘What’s wrong’?” he said harshly, no longer hiding his anger. “Really, Y/N? I find you like this with another man and you ask me what’s wrong?”

Before you could answer, he turned back and started walking again in a corridor.

“Yes!”, you exclaimed, feeling exasperated.

You really were confused by Antoine’s behavior, as he wasn’t really the jealous type, and you made it clear to him when you started dating that his teammates were the brothers you never had and that nothing – mostly due to most of them dating someone or being married – would ever happen between you and any of them, or anybody else.

“You’re acting like this because I played with Kylian?!” you said, raising your voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You prayed that it was all a joke, that he would turn around, laugh and take you in his arms saying “I got you again, babe!”. But Antoine didn’t turn.

“Antoine can you just stop acting like a fucking child for once?” you screamed.

You were now upstairs, in the corridor where the players’ bedrooms were. Benjamin and Presnel – who apparently finished right after Kylian and went directly to their rooms – put their heads outside Presnel’s door, probably wondering why you were screaming, but when they understood what was going on they quickly put their heads back and closed the door. Antoine let out a big sigh and turned around at last.

“I don’t get why you’re reacting like this,” you said with your usual voice, feeling sadness coming to replace the anger. “Me and Kylian, and the entire team actually, are just friends and you know it!”

“No, ‘friends’ don’t act like that,” Antoine retorted.

“We were playing around!” you raised your voice again, feeling frustrated and misunderstood. “You know Kylian and Emilie are dating and that he loves her! She told me they even talked about getting engaged!”

“Yeah, well, in that case he’s not better than you,” Antoine spat.

“Are you- Are you accusing me of cheating?” you asked, your heart sinking in your chest.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Antoine and you always trusted each other. At least you thought so. You saw Antoine being a bit taken aback by your question, and he thought for a second, the coldness and anger in his eyes not leaving.

“Well, who knows what was going on before I came? How can I know? Maybe you were kissing. Maybe you cheated with some other guys.”

As you felt tears coming, you suddenly heard someone coming behind you, and Paul put himself right next to you.

“Grizou, please,” he said with a calming yet firm voice. “You can’t say that, man. I can’t let you say that. I don’t know what you think Y/N did but you know she loves you and would never cheat. She’s our sister, nothing else. Chill the hell out.”

“Mind your fucking business,” Antoine spat. “When I want idiotic dances I’ll ask you.”

He gave you a look full of anger and even disgust before going to his room and slamming the door behind him. You couldn’t stand it anymore and started crying. Paul immediately tried to soothe you, quickly joined by Benjamin and Hugo, and you felt like your whole world was shattering in pieces.

PART II

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"Like a Circus." (Lyney & Steambird!Journalist Reader) Part 2

To anyone named Lianna I am so sorry for your loss in this story/jk

Here's Part One if you haven't seen it yet

I love how the archon quest confirmed a theory I had.

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Nighttime hit Fontaine as businesses began to shut down for the night. Most employees were making their way home, a few people were on the streets hanging out around this time.

“Uhm hello?” Lianna, a Knight from Mondstadt drunkenly walked down the streets of Fontaine alone, bottle in hand. She was here on business and ended up getting drunk at the bar she met her client at. The bar kicked her out for getting too rowdy and dancing on tables.

She mumbles angrily to herself, continuing forward, trying to find an inn to sleep in for the night. The clinking of her heels dragged along the street. She slowly inched her way through the road when the lamps lighting her way suddenly went out, leaving her in darkness.

“Huh?”

She stopped taking in her surroundings. The pitch blackness made it difficult for her to navigate a land that she was unfamiliar with. She went to move again when something strange occurred.

The sound of a music box started to play. Lianna stood confused, trying to get her thoughts together. First, the lights now have some weird music box, if she didn’t know better, she would think this was some stupid prank they played on foreigners.

The music suddenly stopped. Silence and sounds of water from the nearby pier filled the background. Light footsteps walked in her direction, the sound of continuous tapping directly in front of her. She waits with a bated breath for something to happen or the lights to turn on. Seconds turn into minutes as she waits.

A small flame flickers as a Fatuus stood before her with a scythe in hand. That was all Lianna needed before taking the initiative to run away.

She ignored the darkness as she took off running. She ran zig-zag, trying to get the person off her trail. Lianna could hear him right on her tail yelling phrases towards her that she didn’t pay mind to. As she kept turning the corner, she heard the ocean waves growing louder. She pushed forward, going forward down the path, running face first into the waters down below.

Her purser stopped in their tracks, standing close to the edge of the pier. A light flashed into the water directly at her, blinding her momentarily. The Fatui member stares at her, not moving to snatch her up. She is still watching their movements. She waited for him to move before she started swimming towards another pier.

As Lianna exited the ocean, darkness filled her vision.

The Steambird was filled with chatter from the other members. Members ran around trying to collect the newspaper printed.

"Mondstadt woman found dead near the pier nearby."

“A young knight who worked for the Knights of Favonius, came here on business regarding trade between Fontaine and Mondstadt, Officers pronounced her dead around 3 Am this morning.”

"Lianna was apparently found with her neck snapped in an awkward direction. The only evidence the police found of the culprit was some pieces of cat hair around her neck."

"Did you find anything?" Charlotte peeks her head in from around the corner.

"Nothing that we don’t already know." She entered with more documents in hand.

"I heard the streetlights were shut off, probably didn’t want the cameras or possible eyewitnesses seeing them.” Charlotte sat the pile of papers neatly to the side.

"Well, that makes things much harder, doesn't it?" Charlotte lets out a small laugh as she enters the cubicle, papers in hand.

"Boss says, "All of those need to be completed by the end of today." She takes her leave as quickly as she entered your cubicle.

Picking up the documents, you spot the Chief of Justice among your list for interviews. Very helpful, leave it to the court to "have all the answers."

You walk along the streets of Fontaine, sweater in hand. Light music filled the streets as you passed by the shops. Everyone is always working, leaving few people in the streets to leisurely roam during the day. Some restaurants had business lunches, others roaming around quickly to their locations. 

The head of the court, the young god Furina and her right hand, Neuvillette judged the guilty. The building was the largest in the city almost similar to the roles that the people residing in them had to the people of Fontaine.

You shook your head trying to relieve yourself from the negative thoughts. It was just an interview with the Judge, nothing bad was going to happen. Entering the court, you signed yourself in and waited to be called.

"Yes how can I help you?" A melusine sitting at the desk glances up in your direction.

"An Interview with the steambird for Monsieur Neuvillette?" The melusine sighs, before walking off in the direction of his office. You remain by the desk waiting for the Melusine to return.

"He has time for you." The Melusine returned pointing out the direction of his office to you. You knock on the door before entering his office.

The Judge's office consisted of various articles spread throughout the wall, with dates circled. Neuvillette himself, sat at the desk writing away on a document. The hydro archon, sat on a chair talking to him as he works away.

"You should have seen the people that danced on their partners feet." She recounts a story of one of her outings to the Judge who listens silently.

"Next time, I'll take you." She continues talking as he seemingly listens in on her. Seeing you, her expression changes back into the arrogant stature she carries.

"It appears that we have a guest."

Seeing no place to sit, you stand awkwardly next to the door waiting for his permission.

“For the interview, correct?” He responds still focused on his work, not sparing you a single glance.

“Uhm yes. I’m Y/N.” The Judge sets aside a document, looking up to meet your gaze. Lady Furina sat up listening to the conversation.

“Let’s begin, what are your questions for me?”

“Fontaine wants to know, what are you doing about the disappearances of the foreigners as of recent?”

“We are doing our best to investigate the situation, Clorinde has taken over the case, I would advise talking to her.”

You put away the notebook, as quick as you pulled this out. This wasn't even five moments into the conversation.

"I understand, thank you for your time." You thank him and take your leave to go find her office.

“Furina can show you.” The young girl who was leaning against his desk shot up.

“Huh?"

“She’s not doing her work; she has time to take you.” He sighs hearing her argue more. He stands pushing her out of the office alongside you.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He locks his door leaving you with the young God.

“Neuvi!” She whined banging on the door to no avail. It remains shut with her locked out. She stood at the door annoyed before turning to you.

“As your dear archon, I will graciously help you out.” Her expression taking one of a soft smile as she guides you to Clorinde's office.

"I see thank you Miss Clorinde." You exit her office leaving the Palais Memonia. You checkt the list of other credible sources that was on your agenda.

Miss Navia

Melusine Guardes

Guardes

Monsieur Neuvillette

Mademoiselle Clorinde

You sigh crossing them off one by one. You decide to go with your best bet which is the Guardes. The Guardes during the time that Lianna was walking that time of night, some had to have been stationed in that area. Looking over the information that Mademoiselle Clorinde gave, it appears that none of the Guardes that she had stationed that night, heard any strange noises.

You sigh crossing the Guardes off your list momentarily. You sigh making your way to take care of the other things on your agenda.

"And you're sure that was the only evidence that you left by accident?"

"Yes." The white haired female let out a sigh of irratation as her nails drum along the desk she sat at.

"No more mistakes or do you need more training?" She sends a glare towards the three who raised their heads slightly.

"No sir." She sighs and dismisses the three from the room. The door to the House of the Hearth closing as a certain blonde and his siblings exit.

"We were a bit careless." One mumbled as they pass down the streets of Fontaine.

"I thought that you had them honestly."

"It doesn't matter, next time we'll do better."

“Places in 5 minutes!”

The staff and the performers began getting ready for their acts. Other performers were talking amongst themselves backstage.

The twins were preparing for their final performances for the night.

Lyney sat next to his vanity, preparing for his upcoming act, while his younger brother, Freminet, drew sketches for his next project sitting with him.

 Freminet would occasionally assist the siblings with their shows, though mainly he would watch from the crowd. The last show he helped with, was to regulate Lyney so he wouldn’t have another accident.

“Are you helping out with the show again, Frem?”

“What acts are you doing tonight?’’  The youngest looked up from his drawings.

“The usual, tightrope, saw cut, things like that.”

“I don’t think I’ll join this time then.” Lyney frowns, turning to Freminet.

Lyney sighs making the youngest stop his drawing. He puts down the make-up brush, turning to face him. "You know I only do this to get you comfortable with others right?"

"You're always on your own, you barely even talk to Lynette and I, that's not healthy, little brother."

The youngest stops his drawings as he closes the drawing book. He simply nods, not arguing with his older brother.

Their conversation ends short as a staff member peeks his head into the room.

“Lyney, it’s time.” He stands, tying his bow behind his back.

"Will you watch tonight at least?” He sends a glance to Freminet as he puts on his sleeve and gloves.

"I'll be in the audience."

"Then, I'll make sure to put on a hell of a show for you." He ruffles Freminet's hair before leaving the room.

“Wish me luck!” The crowd cheers welcoming Lyney and Lynette to the stage for their performance.

A/N (2/21): Chapter 3 will be out in a few weeks, thank you for your patience.

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Stillness in the storm

Henry Cavill x reader

Credit to gif maker!

Summary: Your first big movie brought you a little more around Christmas than you thought it would.

Warnings: mention of anxiety, a heated kiss, alcohol consumption,

Words: 4K

Stillness in the storm

It was your first big movie and you were esthetic. Not only that you would be co-stars with Henry Cavill. It was a movie about Sherlock Holmes and you would be one of the main characters in this movie. When you heard that you got the part, you were so excited yet very nervous because you were a big fan of Henry Cavill.

Your first day came around the corner and you would meet Henry. You arrived on set and an assistant came towards you named Luna. You would become good friends later on. She showed you around and at the coffee stand was where you saw him in his Sherlock outfit. You looked at Luna “So, do I just introduce myself or wait?” Luna chuckled “You can introduce yourself right now. he doesn’t bite.” She winked at you “I’ll see you in 10 by the make-up okay?” you nodded and thanked her before your attention went back to Henry.

You got a cup for the coffee and stood next to him. He looked at you and back to the coffee machine before looking back at you. You were a little lost for words until Henry spoke up. “You’re Y/N right?” he asked you with a smile. “Eh yeah, hi.” You told him a little uncomfortable. It was like all your social skills flew out of the window. He held out his hand for you to shake, still with a big smile. “I’m Henry.” he told you very kind. “Hi I’m Y/N” you shook his hand. “So your first big gig right?” He asked you as he sipped his coffee. “Yeah, I’m kind off nervous.” You told him chuckling as you got some coffee yourself.

“Well, don’t be. Everyone here is very kind and know you can always walk up to me as well. You’ll be great, I’m sure of it.” you felt a little flattered and more relaxed. “Thank you. I loved how you portrait Sherlock in Enola Holmes! Really liked those movies and now I get to act in them so it’s really cool.” You chuckled, knowing you were fangirling. “Thank you very much, I’ll see you later?” you nodded “Yeah definitely. I think we even have a scene today.” Henry thought about it “Oh yeah, that’s right. We’ll in that case, I’ll see you in a bit. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” he told you with a smile and walked off.

Henry was right, you got used to the set, the people were lovely and the connection you and Henry had on and off screen was just amazing. You got to play a love interest and solve some mysteries along side Sherlock. Henry was amazing. He guided you to your first onscreen kiss, which you were extremely nervous about because well, duh. You got to kiss Henry Cavill, who wouldn’t be nervous. But the way Henry calmed your nerves and put all the jokes aside for a minute to make you feel comfortable was heartwarming.

You developed a crush on the British actor and fell more and more in love. On set, you would joke around a lot. Like a lot, a lot. Henry would always try to make you laugh and crack up and the other way around. You even teased him with making videos and warning him that you would put it on social media which he would do too. You would play games on set, taking naps and watch some movies together.

You’ve discovered that Henry was just a giant soft teddy bear on the inside and you loved that. But you also loved to mess with him, play a prank or two but only to see him laugh. It was never more than that. All you wanted was to make him laugh and that was the other way around as well.

So now you were in New York City for some interviews and red carpet shows etc. Obviously they teamed you up with Henry and you couldn’t be happier. The moment you stepped outside of the airport and cab, New York took your breath away for a second. Everything was already warmly decorated in the spirit of Christmas. You tried to take everything in as much as you could but it didn’t feel real. “Hey, you coming inside?” Henry asked you.

The moment he saw you he walked up to you again. “Let me guess, first time here huh?” he asked you, making you nod. You felt a bit overwhelmed by everything. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Oh and somebody told me that it might snow tonight.” Henry told the last part whispering to you as if it was a secret. “Let’s go inside for now, you can explore later, I can even show you around if you’d like.” He purposed and you took him up on the offer. He gave you a smile and you got inside the hotel.

It was a luxurious hotel, that was for sure but somehow still giving off a warm, cozy vibe. There were staff that was helping with the bags. Luna checked the both of you in as you signed something. You and Henry had a door next to each other or opposite. You walked upstairs with someone who showed you the rooms. You and Henry were indeed opposite from each other. They placed the bags inside and you looked at Henry who winked “See you in a hour.” he told you and closed the door, which you followed him soon.

You looked around the room, there was already a Christmas tree placed and you saw that it had a fireplace. You took a reminder to ask the staff if you could use it. You had an amazing view over New York and the big tree outside. The hotel room was huge, like you didn’t even know why it was this huge but it was definitely gorgeous so you weren’t complaining. You walked into the bathroom and even here it was big. You had a big bathtub and a shower separated etc.

You took a quick shower, did your make-up a little bit until you heard some knocking on your door. You put on the robe and walked to your door to see who it was and it was Luna. You smiled and stepped aside. With work she was very formal and direct but as your friend, she was chaotic and loose. She walked in and let herself fall on your bad making you laugh.

“So girly, what do you think about this place?” she asked you as he made herself comfortable on your bed. You chuckled as you went into your closet. “It’s big.” You told her. “What? The room or Henry?” She whispered the last part, making you turn around and roll your eyes at her. She chuckled, which you did too. “Very funny and unfortunately I meant this place.” She faked gasped “Did you see him naked???” she acted fake surprised, making you laugh and throw a small pillow from the seat her way, making her laugh. “Unfortunately not.” You remarked, making her chuckle again.

She knew about your crush on Henry and you made her swear to keep her mouth shut and she promised she would. You knew she would. Besides, you had a lot of dirt on her which she told you about so you both wouldn’t do that to another.

“What about this one?” you asked her as you got some things from your suitcase. “Oh dear, well first of all, I’m going to take you shopping soon and second, they have someone there who’s going to dress you up.” she told you while hanging off the bed with her head. “Are you saying that my taste in clothes is shit?” you asked her giggling. “No… you just don’t have that much to choose from. Besides, I need you to go shopping with me in New York.

You laughed “Ohhh and we still need a girl night! They have some great skincare products here that I know you’re going to love!” you nodded with a smile. “It’s a little weird you know, not having to worry about money anymore. Like, when I walk in the store now to get food, I literally can buy what I want. All these years worrying about finances… it’s just sad that we even needed to worry about it, about your daily needs and shit. Sorry I got lost in thought there.” Lune looked down as she was laying on her stomach now.

“Nah, it’s okay. It’s weird that one day we just all agreed to it. But if I go deeper into thought with that then we’ll be here for a while.” You chuckled “Yes and that’s why I chose you as my best friend.” You told her with a smile. “Yeah I mean you’re a asshole sometimes but I love you.” she responded as you both cracked up.

“Shall we go then?” you asked her and she let out a loud groan. “I don’t want to but we have to.” She told you and dramatically slipped off from your bed. You opened the door while Luna still laid on the ground. Henry opened his door the same time as you and the moment his eyes landed on you, he smiled warmly until Luna catched his attention who let out a groan, not knowing that Henry could see her.

“Ehhh.” You spilled out but was trying not to laugh but Henry laughed at the sight. “You okay there Luna?” the moment she heard a different voice than yours she got up and you could almost see her go through the ground from embarrassment. “Hey Henry, yeah, was seeing if… ehh.. you know.” she just ended it and stopped herself from making it worse while the both of you laughed. “Let’s go than guys.” She told you and walked past you, giving you a slight hit as a karma, making you chuckle even more.

You walked next to Henry and both had to gather everything inside of you so you wouldn’t burst out laughing here right now. You got in the car for the interviews and headed towards the location. You looked a bit outside until you arrived.

~time skip~

The day went alright. It was actually a lot of fun. You and Henry joked a lot and played some games, answered some questions and that was about it. When you arrived, Luna went her separate way. “I’ll text you. I’m exhausted from the jetlag and day.” You nodded “Take your rest, see you tomorrow.” You gave her a hug and walked with Henry to both of your rooms. “I was wandering, we haven’t had dinner yet, would you like to join me?” he asked you. “Yeah sure, I wanted to search a nice little restaurant anyways.” Henry smiled “I know a place.” He told you with a smile “See you in 30?” he asked you. “Sure, see you in 30.” You smiled and went into your room.

You quickly put on some different clothes, texted Luna about the current situation, redid your make-up and put some perfume on. Luna had texted you back and swore that Henry liked you. The way he would sometimes look at you, the silly comments and jokes just to make you laugh, the way his eyes would lit up as he saw you smile. She could continue but it wouldn’t make any difference because you couldn’t believe that he would like you in that way. You were never that lucky, so why would you now.

You heard someone knock on your door and figured it was Henry. You opened the door with a smile and of course there was Henry with his million dollar smile. “Ready?” he asked you, making you nod. You grabbed your coat and bag but Henry took the coat out of your arms and helped you in the coat. Henry was always a gentleman around you but you couldn’t remember him doing this before.

You turned around as he fixed the collar from your coat. He looked into your eyes while his hands lingered around the coat, giving you slightly hope that Luna might be right about this. He smiled, seemingly out of the trance. “Let’s go then” he told you and you followed him out of the hotel.

Henry was right about the snow as the white flakes made their way down. You hid your face a little into your scarf and buried your hands deeply in the pockets of your warm coat. Henry didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold. He showed you a couple of things on the way to the restaurant.

Finally you arrived at the restaurant and the outside already looked very nice. Henry let you in and the inside was even more beautiful. He took your coat and helped you with the chair. You felt flattered and smiled shyly. Now you just hoped that he wouldn’t notice your so called little crush on him which had easily escalated to love.

You chatted with Henry and laughed as usual but something about this evening felt a little more than before. As if it was a little more.

When you were finished eating, Henry paid. “Let me than pay for coffee tomorrow. You can show me around then if you want.” You asked him nervously but he gave you a warm smile “I would like that very much.” He told you and you felt flustered and shy from his words again. Henry helped you with your coat again and you left.

You asked Henry if there were any good wine places around so you could bring a bottle with you. Henry smiled and hinted for you to follow him. It was like as if he walked this way a dozen times before. You heard some live music from somewhere and you looked around until you walked besides a old bar. It was cozy, fully decorated and looked very warm and welcoming. You looked through the window as you stood still for a minute. “Would you like to go in?” Henry made you snap out of thoughts as you quickly looked at him, who stood quite close to you.

“We don’t have to if you’re tired or don’t want to.” You told him which made him give you a slight adoring smile. “Let’s go in, it’s getting cold outside sweetheart.” He had surely never given you a nickname before and it made your heart flutter. He gave you a wink as he held the door open and once again helped you with your coat. Yeah, if he’d done it before than it was never this much.

You both sat down in a corner so you wouldn’t be recognized. You ordered a red wine and Henry followed you with the order, getting one for himself. You listened to the music and for once in a long time did it feel like you were home again. Like time was standing still and the chaos around you had taken a rest. It was still again. It was comforting and warm, making you wish to never end this moment.

“Hey, you okay? You seem a little caught up in your head.” Henry softly spoke as his voice carried gentleness. You looked at him and smiled as you felt the butterflies go crazy inside of you again, ending that moment of stillness but the comfort never left. “Yeah, this is nice.” You told him and he smiled, feeling happy that he achieved that.

You started chatting a bit more as the wine flowed more. You knew Henry but these conversations were deeper. He told you about his past a little bit, you about yours. The struggles, happy moments, things you deeply cared about. You felt Henry opening up to you and you both got more comfortable with each other’s presence

It started to become late but even though you had tomorrow off, you were both very tired from the trip and jetlag and decided that now was a good time to head back to the hotel. “Oh do you still want that wine?” Henry asked you and you smiled tiredly. “Let’s do that tomorrow.” Henry nodded in agreement and you both headed back to the hotel. Henry noticed how cold you were, hiding in your scarf, the way you were shivering and your hands still deeply in your pockets. “And maybe we should get you another, warmer, coat tomorrow. Come here sweetheart.” He told the first part chuckling but the tone in his voice got softer with the last sentence.

He pulled your shivering body against his and placed his arm around you, trying to shield you against the cold. You saw some flashes from a distance. Paparazzi… “Just ignore them.” Henry whispered into your ear when you finally reached the hotel.

Henry never let go off you until you reached your door. “I had a really nice time. Thank you Hen.” He smiled “I had a lovely time as well, thank you for taking up my offer.” He told you. It was silent for a moment and you couldn’t look into his eyes, looking everywhere but up in a shy manner while the smile was still evident on your face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee?” Henry asked you a little nervous as if you didn’t want to anymore. “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” You told him finally locking eyes with him. He smiled lovingly at you and nodded. “Good night then.” He told you “Good night Hen.” He smiled “Oh if there’s something up or wrong, you know where to find me then.” He told you, making you smile. “Thank you.”

You stepped into your room and let your head rest on the door for a minute to gather all the information of what just happened before you went into your bathroom and stepped underneath the shower so you could get warmed up. All you could think about was Henry, his eyes, his smile, just everything about him. You couldn’t place him out of your head and the more you tried to, the harder it backfired.

You decided to just go to bed. You listened to some music and got your book, starting to read. Your eyes landed on the words, printed on the pages but you couldn’t actually read it right now. You let out a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling. Alright plan B it is then. You thought and opened youtube with some meditational video, hoping that it would bring you to sleep.

But that didn’t work either. Not the animal videos you watched after or the tiktoks, just nothing worked and it started to get on your nerves. You wanted to go to Henry, that was sort off all you could think about. Being wrapped in his arms, the warmth surrounding you, the comfort and safety he had attached to him. You wanted that. You were doubting about it until the clock ticket 2 AM and you still weren’t asleep. You got up, put on your robe, got your keys and phone and softly patted to the door opposite you.

You stood in front of his door, still undecided until the door swung open, scaring you almost out of your skin, just like Henry. He had his robe on as well and looked just as shocked to see you as you looked at him. It was silent for a moment while you looked at each other and you both knew at that point. It was one of those rare connection where you don’t have to say anything. You both sort off already knew and they way you were being drawn towards each other. Wanted to be around them as much as you could just to be in their presence.

“Can’t sleep either?” Henry spoke up softly and you nodded. “I was going to knock on your door. Don’t really want to be alone.” You told him and he gave you a warm smile as he stepped aside so you could walk into his room. It almost looked identical to your room. You stood a little awkward in the middle of the room while Henry just got back into bed and looked at you. “Are you coming?” he asked you as if it was the most normal case in the world and to be honest, you were thankful for that because you didn’t want it to be awkward.

So you were quick to his side and took the robe off, displaying your, not so flattering pajamas. You quickly got into bed and Henry had already opened his arms for you and held the covers a bit up so you could get comfortable. You looked at him a bit confused. “It’s alright pup, come here.” He said with the softest smile you’ve ever seen as you got closer to his chest. Obviously he wasn’t wearing a shirt, not that you complained. Your face was pressed against his chest, his arms around you and pulling you closer to him as his chin rested on your head. You felt his fingers massage the back of your head. You’ve reached a new level of love at this point.

You felt so calm, loved, cared for, secure, comfortable and safe. You felt wanted and you couldn’t ask for much more than that other than to be loved. It was all you’ve ever searched for and here it was somewhere in an hotel in New York City around Christmas time. Who would’ve thought…

“Thank you Hen” you told him. “For what?” he asked you with a bit of a chuckle. “Making me feel loved and wanted.” It was silent for a moment but it didn’t give you anxiety because it felt so safe and okay to say that as if he already even knew. “Know that you are, angel.” You held him a bit closer as a response. “I really do love you, you know that right?” You felt it deep in your core, sure but insecurities took over until now. it was confirmed. You looked up into his blue eyes while his hand cupped your cheek. “I really do.” He told you while looking intently into yours.

There was that feeling again. Stillness in the storm, somewhere where chaos didn’t exist, only calmness and serenity. “I do too.” Henry smiled at you “I know.” was all he said, making you smile as well “I know.” You responded back. It was almost as if you were so in touch with one another, such a deep connection that you didn’t even needed to say much, he already knew, just like you even if it was deep down.

His face got closer, noses touching. It was as if time was standing still while you held your breath in, lips already apart. He placed his forehead against yours and swallowed. You did the same and looked up at him, rubbing his nose softly until he carefully closed the last gap between the two of you.

It was still for a moment, both taking each other in. He cupped your cheeks and broke the kiss, looking at you for a moment. You both looked at each other and it confirmed that you both wanted and needed each other. He pulled you in the kiss again and started exploring your mouth. His hand slowly going from your waist to your hips, kneading your flesh until his hand went back to your back again as he pushed you closer to him, rolling you slowly on your back, deepening the kiss even further.

You went with your hands through his long locks and pulled him closer, your hand exploring his chest until you both broke the kiss and looked at each other, a little out of breath but smiling softly. “So tomorrow, that coffee, is that going to be our first or could I call tonight our first?” he asked you making you chuckle. “definitely second.” You chuckled and pulled him back for another kiss but took it slow. Henry laid down on his side again, you completely wrapped up in his arms and feeling the stillness coming back, lulling you to sleep.

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My YouTube account just reached 1k subscribers so now I'm gonna make a list of the coolest Angela Bassett video finds I've found and shared on there and how I found them (even if the target audience here is only like one person)

Mr. & Mrs. Smith deleted scenes

Gonna start with the most recent find bc I never thought this footage would see the light of day. They shot all these scenes and only 30 seconds of Angela's voice made it to the movie bc the villains were dropped completely. Turns out the footage had been hiding on the second disc of an unrated special edition DVD release all along.

Old TV Commercials (KFC, Equal, Allstate)

These commercials you're really only able to find if you know what you're looking for. And the way I found out was through interviews in which they were mentioned (one was a newspaper clipping from 1991 that mentioned Equal and Allstate). Then it's watching tons of old commercials from those brands on YouTube until finally Angela's pretty face shows up. So grateful to the people who uploaded them first (even if they didn't mention Angela in the description).

Doubletake & Liberty

There are quite a few movies and shows in Angela's filmography that seem impossible to find. And some of them are really not available to watch anywhere unless you pay private sellers to send you the files. That's what I had to do to unearth these two rare gems. [insert Thanos gif iykyk] but no regrets because I really wanted to see them. Still hoping to find Equal Justice, STAT and the full Ryan's Hope episode

Ryan's Hope clip

Which brings me to the next tiny (very tiny) gem. For some time I had my doubts she was actually ever even in this soap opera. That was until I watched the Oscar's red carpet 2023 and they aired this super short clip of her character. Next to Angela's dress and Gaga's performance that was my highlight of the night.

My Man Bovanne

Talk about credits that aren't even on her IMDb. I found out about her role in this in the Playbill of Joe Turner's Come and Gone (which Angela starred in on Broadway in 1988). Made an account for the one website that hosted this little-known-about short film to be able to screenrecord it. That was a happy day. Fun fact I learned in a newspaper clipping since: Angela only got to be in it because the person who was first cast for her role got sick.

HeartBeat

Another one that took me very, very long to find. This is probably the one I had to use the most detective skills for. Found a dead video on a site that used to host it, tried to look up the account owner on other social media channels and finally found their tumblr that was still active (hooray) and they sent me the file. Best day ever (even though the plot of the episode is really heartbreaking).

Angela talking about kissing Gaga to Access Hollywood

Listen... Listen. If you know me, you know that these two are my QUEENS. They are everything to me and the fact that they played lovers? That they kissed and enjoyed it? Means the world (read my fanfiction on AO3 😉). This interview in particular has only been available as an article to read on their website for many years now but I could never find the video. I wanted to hear Angela say how she kissed Gaga and pulled her in and told her I love you when the director called cut and made Gaga jump. I found an old link to a long deleted YouTube video in an old tweet on one of my many Twitter searches for any trace of this video. Bless the person who uploaded it back then and bless the people who shared it on Twitter and bless the person who backed it up in the Wayback Machine. I owe you all eternal gratitude.

A 17-minute interview about Ruby's Bucket of Blood

DVD extras hold many gems and this is one of the biggest Angela-focused special features on a DVD I've seen. According to a friend who bought the DVD much longer ago, it wasn't even always part of it so I feel very blessed that this came with my DVD that I only bought bc it's one of my favorite movies and I like to collect those on physical copies.

Her Boyz n the Hood audition tape

In a newspaper clipping I read that this has actually been a part of physical releases of this movie since they still put out Laser Discs. But somehow I've never seen it surface online. I found it in a torrent that had all the Bluray special features (the best kind of torrents) and decided to share it of course. It has since gone viral on TikTok (where someone reposted it) which made me very happy. Who thought we'd ever get to see Ms. Angela Bassett audition??

Celebrity Poker Showdown

You have to admit, Angela in a reality game show is just gold. Was looking for this for a long time too and eventually found a Russian torrent (thank you Russians). Was luckily able to share the full episode on YouTube so everyone can get the full experience of "Angela folds" ten times in a row 😁

Angela's full performances of 3 songs on Close to the Enemy

[I only linked one here] Angela's character on Close to the Enemy was unfortunately very small but the British DVD release had extended scenes of 3 of her performances on it. [The American Bluray for some reason didn't.] Glad I found out about these.

1993 Fresh Air radio interview

I don't know if this counts as a rare find as it is freely available on the NPR website and in my university library BUT I have never seen it acknowledged until I shared it on YouTube and let me tell you I put blood, sweat and tears into captioning this 16-minute interview 😭 the payoff was grand. One interviewer from Variety used it in her research and mentioned it to Angela (who couldn't even remember it lmao) and part of the audio was also used in a tribute post the Academy (yes the Oscar Academy) did for her birthday. It's not my interview but I know they wouldn't have done so if it wasn't for my video (that I posted in tribute to the great Tina Turner. RIP.)

(Assumably) all her episodes of Search for Tomorrow

If I'm not mistaken this was her first on-camera acting job and a cool guy posted all her episodes (and hundreds of episodes she wasn't in) on YouTube last year. Luckily I downloaded them all right away as his channel no longer exists. Her episodes are safe on my hard drive tho and her scenes are safe on my YouTube channel :)

I was going to share a link to the unaired pilot of Identity (2011) that someone posted but it's already been privated again. Might post her scenes at some point, in the meantime if you're interested in this episode you can always dm me, I saved it to my hard drive. Very exciting find indeed as I also never expected it to see the light of day.

Honestly I get excited over every interview, DVD extra, speech or segment from a TV special that I come across (especially old ones). Sharing these on my YouTube channel is my pride and joy and I also have a scenepack account on Instagram (@/angelabassettscenes) where I share all her scenes from her bigger projects that I can't share to YouTube for everyone who wants to watch, edit or GIF them. Seeing people get as excited as I do when I share my finds makes me so happy and I'm definitely not done. Many DVD featurettes still to come. Angela's work will be preserved on this channel by any means necessary 😌

If you've read this far, thank you for reading and have a good day/night

[final-script]

Mistletoe | Ben Chilwell

Day 6 of 10. MASTERLIST

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Reader

Sumary: What better than the Christmas season to confess love for a person.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later).

A/N: I think I'll need someone to kiss me under a mistletoe someday to be able to write better about the subject.

Gif: pernillecfcw

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Tired of watching you drool for each other, the boys of Chelsea decide to act and what better than the time near the holidays to do it.

You had come to work for the club at the beginning of the season, you had just graduated and immediately started looking for a job.

Luckily for you, the Chelsea team was looking for a new community manager, you didn't lose anything by trying, so you did.

Just a week later, it came to your email, a mail with a date and time for an interview.

You introduced yourself and even though you were a recent graduate, they decided to bet on you.

Promising not to disappoint them, the day after your interview you started with the job.

The day you were introduced to everyone, you could swear that you had seen one of the most beautiful human beings.

On the other side without you knowing it had happened exactly the same.

The first few months it was easy to ignore those feelings, you had just started and did not want to have problems, but later both of them found it almost impossible.

Some flirtation here and there is but without any progress.

(...)

From the outside the others began to get tired of it so they began to devise a plan to bring them together.

None of them came up with anything until the Christmas season arrived.

From day to day, almost every door had a mistletoe hung, you noticed some of them but chose to ignore them.

You could ignore the mistletoe, but what you couldn't ignore was the attitude of the boys.

The months you've been working next to them helped you get to know them enough and know they were plotting something.

Although at the same time you knew you should ignore them.

(...)

I think I took it too seriously to ignore them and not be attentive to what they were plotting.

One of those days at lunchtime turned out to be a little late as I had to say some content, it wasn't too much as I still had a few minutes.

As I was rushed to the dining rooms I didn't notice a person blocking the puera.

Y/N- Sorry, no… I stopped talking when I realized who was in front of me. - Ben, I really…

B- It's okay, I think it's me who should apologize, after all I'm the one who's blocking the passage.

Y/N- in the same way I… Again I was interrupted only this time it was Ben's lips that did not let me continue.

B-I… excuse me, I think I should…

Y/N- I think I could forgive you if you do it again.

I was surprised by his act, but to be honest, I wasn't complaining.

Ben also didn't go back and kiss me again.

What was being a beautiful moment between the two was interrupted by a celebration by the people present in the dining room.

M- WE DID IT!!. The rest of them supported him with whistles and applause.

Y/N- I think I now know why there was a mistletoe at every door of this place.

B- Well they only helped with one part. He scraped his hair somewhat abergized.

Y/N- So if there is more, maybe we can be alone and tell me everything else.

We both agreed to meet, this time without so many people around.

At this moment I was glad to have ingorado everything that happened, because as much as all our companions were, both his and mine, it had been a nice way to make a statement and that he used the Christmas season for it, he did it even more.

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The First Rule - John Stones x Reader

A Spanish Girl - Kepa Arrizabalaga x Reader

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fight, fight, fight , zack macewen

note, this was inspired after reading some post about how syd was nervous after watching marty fight chara. i get inspo from the weirdest things, but i had to look up who fought him in the past and i went with zack so yay! this is dedicated to @iwantahockeyhimbo cause we are both zack lovers. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, zack macewen, 6'3, gets into a fight with 6'9 giant, zdeno chara. warnings, fighting, word count, 744 words (something short and funny)

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You were having quite a good time, but that all quickly came tumbling down after Zack went after Mayfield. Going after Mayfield wasn't the problem, but the aftermath of the hit was the problem.

To be fair, he didn't start the fight, Chara did, but that didn't ease anything, "Holy crap." You watched in horror as everyone around you rose to their feet and cheered.

Someone put a comforting hand on your back, but it did nothing to soothe the panic you were feeling, "You idiot." You muttered, getting a couple laughs from the girls.

They punched at each other, and Zack managed to get a few good hits in before his helmet was thrown off. A couple more punches were thrown by Chara and Zack was on his knees, jersey was on the verge of coming off, and that's when the refs stepped in.

You sat down in your chair, mouth hanging open in shock as he was pushed off to the penalty box, but not before Chara made sure he was okay.

"You okay?" One of the girls asked with a laugh.

"He's the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life." 11 minutes later after the period was over and you knew Zack was in the locker room, you grabbed your phone and immediately called Zack.

"Hello?"

"You're the biggest idiot in the entire world." He laughed, "I don't know why you're laughing."

"It's funny, come on. I'm fine, he's fine, Mayfield's fine, we're all good." He tried to reassure.

"I'm hanging up now 'cause I'm mad at you."

"Well, you are the one who called."

"I hate you." You stated, then hung up.

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"So, Zack, what was the consensus on the fight?" One of the interviewers asked.

Zack laughed, "Well, after the game, my girlfriend called."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she's here, so she saw everything in person, but she called me after the game and kinda chewed me out."

"I take it she's not keen on you fighting?"

"Oh, no, quite the opposite. She's the first person to cheer me on, but I think the part that really got her was the 6'9 part of it all." He joked, "I'll be in the doghouse for a bit, but it's all in good fun."

After media, he packed up all his stuff and got ready to head out. He saw you waiting by his car in the parking lot. You looked up at him from your phone and glared at him.

"Oh, come on." He laughed.

"Stop laughing. Nothing about this is funny." You punched his shoulder.

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sydneyemartin: i think @/yourusername and i should start a club together. the "my significant other fought a 6'9 giant" club. you in, y/n?

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yourusername: oh, definetly.

hockeywags: the dynamic duo we didn't know we needed.

islesfan: y/n y/l/n and sydney martin taking the world by storm.

flyers6: these two are about to break the internet.

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A few days later, you were on Gretchen Geraghty's, a YouTuber and one of the guys' girlfriend, podcast just to talk and have fun, "So, I've gotten some DM's after people found out you'd be on this week's episode..."

"Oh, boy..." You laughed.

"And I'm guessing my your reaction you know exactly where this is going?" She laughed.

"Is it about Zack?"

"It is about Zack?" She nodded, "For those who don't know o don't follow hockey, Zack plays hockey with Max for the Flyers, and a few days ago, Zack got into a fight with another player, and that player is like a giant."

"Oh, yeah. He's like almost 7 feet tall, and I'm not exaggerating."

"What was the consensus after the fight?"

"I got a lot of DMs from fans, and Zack got a lot from fans. Sydney Martin, Matt Martin's wife, another hockey player, tweeted about it. I woke up the next morning and was tagged in so many posts and my friends and family was just sending me memes. It was pretty great."

"I watched his post-game interview where he said you actually root for him when he fights."

"I usually do, because hockey is a sport where fighting is encouraged. And I'm obviously very nervous when he does fight, but I do root for him. This time was a little different because he was fighting a literal giant."

"Any injuries?"

"Got a bit of bruise forming." You laughed, "Nothing too serious. I made him see a doctor the day after."

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Picture! Pt 4

Nate Diaz x Reader (38)

Abel is 22

Fluff?

My gif! Not my TikTok

Abel and Nate were making they're boxing debut August 5th, Nate was fighting Jake Paul and Abel was fighting Mark Lee (fake name). "really you guys have to eat that in front of me?" Abel said sighing we laughed "me and mom don't have to cut" our 7 year old Nora said smirking "and I have to gain two more pounds" Nate said "I hate cutting" Abel groaned laying his head on the table, Nate laughed. "are you guys scared?" Nora asked looking down at her food "not scared one bit..don't be worried about it honey" Nate said she nodded then looked to Abel "pshh i'll be fine just a quick jab cross and he'll be done" he said very very lightly pretending to punch her stomach making her laugh.

"I love you princess be back in a bit" Nate said holding a half asleep Nora "love you" she whispered as he laid her in her bed for the week, I smiled from the doorway "ready?" he asked making me nod and smile looking up at him he cupped one side of my face and kissed me. Me, Abel, Nate and Chris all get in the car leaving Nora with her sitter while we went to the weigh in . While all the under card were doing there's I had a interview with a reporter.

| Nate's POV |

"hi everyone i'm here from Dallas Texas with none other then Y/n Diaz! so happy you could talk with me for a minute! how you feeling for the fight with not only your husband but son fighting in two days" the reporter asked her she smiled "i can't wait! i'm a little nervous" "why nervous?" "i'm never not nervous when they fight! I mean I know they're going to win, but even watching them get hit in the face once makes me cringe. And I think that's for anybody who has a love one going into a fight" he nodded "how long has your son been training?" "well when he was younger about four I tried to teach him some stuff but when he was five I met Nate and he's been learning and training harder since then so i'd say his whole career is his dad, Nate" she smiled over to me and Abel. "alright well thank you for talking" the reporter said "yeah of course" she smiled. "it's time for my weigh in!" Abel said "i'm sorry I can't be up there" I told him, I wasn't allowed because of the beef I have with Jake's team "you'll be by the stage right?" he looked over to me. He's as tall as me now, I remember when he'd basically break his neck to look up at me. "yeah!" I said and nodded.

| Y/n's POV |

I kissed Nate and smiled "mom come on" Abel said already on the stairs "coming! Bye!' I pecked his lips one more time running over to Abel. When he got on the stage everyone cheered, he took his shoe's and shirt off handing them to me. He stood on the scale and flexed "Abel Diaz weighing in at 135.6" the announcer said, the crowed cheered "NDA BABY!" he yelled hopping off the scale.

7 Years Ago----------

abels 15

I sat on the couch holding a 3 month old Nora, Abel came into the room and sat next to me "can I ask you something?" he said "of course" I nodded "do you- um you think Nate would let me use his last name for my fight this weekend? an-and I-I like your last name but now your Diaz an-and Nora's Diaz I-" I cut off his nervous rant "stop...I think Nate would love nothing more then for you to use and take his last name. all you have to do is ask him" he nodded "can you be there when I ask?" I smiled and nodded.

Nora was asleep and Me and Nate were sitting outside while Nate smokes, Abel came out "you should be asleep you have to train early" Nate said making Abe nod "I know i'm going to in a bit I just wanted to talk to you about something" you could tell Abel was nervous "yeah come on" Nate pulled a chair out for him, he sat down "my fight this weekend I-uh never mind actually it-its nothing" he went to get up Nate grabbed his arm putting him back in the chair "no don't do that, what's up? you nervous bout the fight?" Nathans voice went softer than normal "I wanted to know if I could use your last name for the fight and maybe down the road take your last name" Abe said fast sighing, Nate eyes light up and smiled "of course!.. You don't even have to ask..I've never said it but your my son no matter what if we're blood or not. I love you and love you the same as your sister...i'm more than happy to give you my last name" Nate said looking at Abel his hand on his shoulder, Abel bit his lip and nodded, I could tell he was about to cry "love you too" Nate smiled again "come here" Nate stood up and hugged him, he kissed his head "now go to bed". Abel hugged me and said goodnight then headed back to his room. "thank you.." I said tears welling in my eyes he pulled me into his lap, he kissed my head.

Back To Present Day -------

Abel stood in front of Mark, "GOT A FAKE DIAZ HERE EVERYBODY!" the guy yelled, I could see Abe's blood boil he pushed the guy before guys held them apart "I'LL SHOW YOU DIAZ TOMORROW MOTHERFUCKER" he yelled before walking off stage me behind him. "put your shirt on your coming with me" Nate told him about to go weigh in "be careful and don't start a fight" I said to Nate he gave me a look making me laugh, he wrapped his arms around my waist I cupped his cheek and kissed him, he pecked them one more time before leaving.

"three!" Abel said "you want three burgers?" Nate looked back at him in the car "yes dad ..and two fries," Nate gave him a look "and a milkshake" he said as a matter of fact "oh my god" he said and laughed. We got food in the drive-thru, then started driving back to the house with Nate holding my hand. When we opened the door Nora ran to Abel crashing into him "no Nora I think i'm going to throw up" We all laughed including Chris and Nora.Nora went to Nate putting her arms up, he picked her up "hey babygirl" then sat on the couch with her "did you make weight?" she asked looking to up at her dad "I did and your brother too" I sat next to them my head on Nate's shoulder "can I go to the fight pleaseee?" she asked "no you can watch it here" Nate shook his head "dad i'm 7" "i know" he nodded "Abel said he went to your fight when he was 6 and a half" she eyes went wide and tilled her head to the side "it was different back then" "pleaseee! i'll sit with mom the whole time and I won't leave my seat! unless I have to go to the bathroom of course," she added with more sassy then a 7 year old should have, We laughed then Nate looked at me and I nodded "pleaseeee! mom tell him" i looked at him, he sighed "fine..you can go" the biggest smile spread on her face "YES!" she jumped out of his lap running down the hall to Abel's room "DAD SAID I CAN GO!" she yelled making me and Nate laugh and me cuddle into him more.

a/n: do y'all like this?

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Dispersion - One shot series inspired by gifs

Imagine : Olivia provides entertainment for her fiancé Sebastian before the interview.

Paring: Sebastian Stan and Olivia Mazru

Word : 855

One shot

Olivia sat on the couch in Sebastian's dressing room and watched as he put on his suit. She smiled to herself when he once again cursed under his breath while trying to tie his tie, he had always been hopeless at it. Liv put her foot down and waited for her fiancé to give up and turn to her for help, which was to happen in the near future. Sebastian stared at his reflection in the mirror and muttered discontentedly to the delight of his fiancée. He raised his head and looked at her in the mirror, snorted at her wide smile. Liv reached out to him and moved her fingers invitingly. Sebastian turned away defeated by his usual tie and approached her. He fell between her knees, Liv took in his beautifully styled hair and kissed him gently on the forehead.

- The tie defeated you darling ? - she smiled stroking his cheek. 

- I hate them - he muttered under his breath - will you tie it for me ?

Sebastian sent her the most puppy dog eyes he could do. 

- You don't have to ask honey - she grabbed his tie between her fingers and tied it just below his neck. 

She tightened the knot under his neck, adjusted his shirt and pulled him close by the material. Sebastian rose slightly and hovered over her, resting his hands on the back of the couch. 

- What would my kitty want ? - he purred right next to her lips. 

- Maybe some kind of thanks for his help ? - she raised her eyebrows.

The man smiled gently and kissed his fiancée as a thank you for his help with the tie. Liv moved her hand from his tie, to the nape of his neck pulling him tighter to her. Her hand slid into his perfectly coiffed hair, Sebastian groaned when she pulled at it. He pulled away from her lips and kissed his nose. 

- You ruined my perfect hairstyle,- he smiled at her. 

- And I'm not at all sorry about that," Liv smiled broadly. 

She moved her hands to his vest and undid a few buttons all the while smiling innocently. The man lowered his head and watched her hands shaking his head with disapproval. 

- I have a show coming up in a little while,- he muttered.

- You still have twenty minutes to start,-  Liv moved her lips to his neck and then his ear, - I'll help you relax.

  Sebastian glanced at his watch, smiled gently and kissed his fiancée. He could use a break from the interview and a moment to relax, his hands slipped under the woman's shirt and rested on her breasts. Their size suited his hand perfectly, fitting perfectly in his palm. Just as he was about to slide her blouse off her body a furious knocking sounded at his door. 

- Fuck, I forgot,- Sebastian growled and pulled away from his fiancée and walked to the door.

He swung it open and peeked through it then turned his head to Liv who was giggling while sitting on the couch. 

- Stop,- he shouted to her and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

Olivia sat on the couch and stared at the door laughing all the while under her breath, imagining how awkward Sebastian must look now trying to keep calm and not show that he was excited. Liv knew very well that Sebastian would take revenge on her for this but she was ready for it. Sebastian returned to the room after a few minutes and immediately threw himself at his woman. Olivia laughed out loud at her man's efforts, he wanted to get into her body as soon as possible. 

- Are you that desperate ? - she moaned when he pulled down her panties.

- No. - he growled, - I had to explain through you why I look like this. 

He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and slid into her pussy. He immediately imposed a brutal bluntness, Liv knew he wasn't doing it out of anger or disappointment, she drove her nails into his back and moaned. The man leaned into her and kissed her passionately, all the while bumping his hips against her.

- No matter how many times I'm in that pussy she always squeezes me so fucking well - he sucked the skin on her neck - it always fits me so well.

Liv momentarily lost her clear train of thought as Sebastian pounded into her like this. He had a mission and Liv knew it, she lifted his hand that was squeezing her waist and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She knew what he liked and how he reacted to it all. 

- Such a good girl for me, always so good,- he growled. 

He could feel the orgasm building up in his woman because she was squeezing him impossibly hard, and he was already on the edge. He pounded into her all the way and came with a moan hiding his face in her neck, Liv followed right behind him squeezing him tightly. Sebastian took a moment to recover, kissed Liv and smiled softly. 

- We will repeat this at home.

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im bored and i disliked the stone roses documentary, 'the stone roses: made of stone." the gif above does a better job at explaining how the band functioned, its dynamics, and gives more context than that godamn documentary.

first off, why are we showing the documentary maker?? babe i didn't come for u i came for stone roses. more specifically i came to see reni and to see how he aged (like fine wine may i add, im adding him to my harem of rockstar husbands in delululand). he goes on about oh its such an honor to make this documentary, will it all work out, Uh Oh Something Happened!, blah blah blah. did i ask? no bbg, so move along.

pretty much no interviews with the band, (no reni ones..) quick asides to the camera, at most, when they're all greeting each other or during rehearsal.

and speaking of the FUCKING. REHEARSALS. it went on and on and on of them rehearsing in this little british countryside cottage for much more time than i'd liked it to. it was all shot in black and white. for what reason? not sure. did it add anything to it? no. the average millenial at work.

yk what was also shot in black and white? the sequence where everyone was waiting in line for tickets. this went on for about 20 minutes, absolutely riveting! fan testimonials are great but u should know when to call it quits and move the fuck on hon.

they glossed over when they played their free show, if anything they should have showed way more of that since they changed their songs while in rehearsal it sounded like the studio albums (which is what we've all heard like thanks for that you've done as good a job as spotify)

then they got to the part of the reunion tour where reni walked offstage and ian brown called him a cunt (shut up ian no one likes u and reni was the backbone of that band (thats why when he left u disbanded)). they had a GREAT MOMENT of some FUCKING DRAMA and they covered it for a few minutes and immediately cut to the documentary maker and how he was going to finish the documentary (and the stone roses tour i guess, must have been an afterthought for him)

in between all of these shitty sequences was context for the band, how they formed, where, what they were a part, what they mean to people, their career. they did this poorly. they hardly explained the legal trouble they were in, explaining what they did, but not WHY they did it or the aftermath and court proceedings. they didn't cover any of the band members backgrounds (yet again no reni content), next to nothing on the bands evolution, and hardly any bts pictures of videos.

you could get more from the gif above or their wikipedia page ffs. stone roses: war and peace is a very good book for the average stone roses superfan and a better use of time than watching this shit documentary. and yes i get its more supposed to document their reunion, but they didn't even manage to do that

TLDR: shit sucked ass. gimme more reni bts pics and vids, more FUCKING CONTEXT OF THE BAND, and uhhh don't be so shit and record everything in black and white for no reasion just bc ur a hack cinematographer who i lost almost 2 hours of my life to.

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thanks for the tag @highlyycaffeinated 💕💕💕

last song: the horror and the wild by the amazing devil (haven't listened to it in ages and it's one of my favourite songs!)

last show: my last show and currently watching are all in one because there are two shows that I just finished that I am currently rewatching over and over soooo see next question 😂

currently watching: I am going in circles between interview with the vampire and the newsreader! They are both so amazing and I recommend them to anyone and everyone!

favorite color: pink!

sweet, spicy, or savory: got to go with sweet! Though, disgustingly, the older I'm getting the less sweet I can have in a go 😂

currently reading: the vampire lestat! I started reading it years and years ago, and something (who can say what) compelled me to go start reading it again just now 😂

what i'm working on: i never really work on anything, even when I'm literally at work 😂 I guess I have some gifs that I'm about to make for a mixture of taika/interview with the vampire but I'm not very good at that so it's not really work haha

currently obsessed: I know this might be surprising, since I haven't mentioned it at all, but interview with the vampire 😂 it has dug its nails in good! All week I just sit in a daze waiting for the next episode and when I watch it, it only lasts 10 minutes somehow 😂

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