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He is so fuckable. Kay bye.

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Hello love i'm back, I know that you don't know me, but it's okay 🤣🤣

But Madsy my love, can you make something about Noah dating a cosplayer girl?

In my head he really like that type of stuffs.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: none

Thanks anon! I'm not super familiar with the ins and outs of the cosplay community but I have an insane amount of respect for all the work that goes into the cosplays lmao. Hope you enjoy anon!

Noah knew that you liked to dress up, since you often went all out for Halloween, wearing extremely accurate costumes of characters as well as traditional costumes like witches or cats that you had made from scratch.

But nothing could have prepared him for the outfit that you pulled out of your suitcase on the morning of the convention.

He knew that you were into anime, but he had no idea that you cosplayed as well.

Noah was laying on his back on the bed, playing some random game on his phone as he waiting patiently for you to get ready.

You exited the bathroom with a pale pink wig applied seamlessly to your head, appearing almost as if it were your own hair.

"Woah." He whispered under his breath as he looked at your outfit.

Sakura was one of your favourite characters, and Naruto was one of Noah's favourite animes so the cosplay made perfect sense in your head, and you could tell by the way Noah looked at you that you had made the right choice.

That convention was the first time that you had properly cosplayed in front of Noah, but you didn't stop there. As the years passed, you cosplayed to your hearts content with Noah supporting you every step of the way.

He even joined you in a couples cosplay a couple of times which was very fun for the both of you.

Noah was in complete awe of your talent to create seamless and immaculate pieces from absolutely nothing. He really admired your dedication to the craft.

Noah had even begun to help you make the cosplays, holding sections in place while you pinned the fabric, helping you to hairspray the wigs so that they held that animated look.

His favourite part, however, was seeing the finished product on your body. He had an album on his phone with all your cosplays on that you had done whilst you were together so that he could document your pieces that he felt so insanely proud of you for.

His proudest moment was when you won a cosplay competition for a cosplay of Cassandra Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village at a convention.

He even brought his friends to the convention just so that he could share that moment with them.

Noah was insanely supportive of this hobby of yours and even sent you cosplay ideas. Some more out of the box than others. But each time, he knew that you would be able to pull it off to perfection.

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Cutie pies

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐀𝐘 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

I missed them so much. I just wanted to write something short and sweet.

The sun was bright in the sky, but that day, there was a light breeze drifting through the air, soft enough to ruffle your hair and keep the temperature comfortably mild. It was warm in that typical Southern California way: sunny, dry, pleasant. A perfect day for being outside, but not sweating through your clothes. The kind that made you want to stretch out in the grass and stay there for hours.

You, Noah, and Luna had decided on a picnic that morning, after a lazy wake-up and a messy scramble in the kitchen to pull together food. Luna had insisted on helping, of course, her little hands carefully placing carrot sticks in a container, only occasionally sneaking one into her mouth.

“No snacking, baby,” Noah had said as she popped yet another carrot into her mouth, raising an eyebrow at her.

You knew he only said it because if she filled up too much while prepping the picnic, she wouldn’t touch a bite at lunchtime, and then, like always, she’d ask for food again way too early, throwing off the whole day’s schedule.

“I’m not snacking,” she had replied, “I’m testing.”

You had laughed as you peeled an orange. “Testing what?”

“If they’re good enough for the outside,” she had said, nodding seriously. “Some carrots are only inside carrots.”

Noah had glanced at you over her head, mouthing 'what does that even mean?', while Luna continued her carrot quality inspection.

“Well, I mean,” you had said, trying not to smile. “We can’t take indoor carrots to a park.”

Luna had beamed, clearly pleased to be understood. “Exactly. Mr. Flop only eats outside carrots.”

Then, she’d packed her essentials: Mr. Flop, three mismatched hair clips, a plastic dinosaur with a missing tail she called Daisy, and a half used sticker book.

By the time you arrived at the park, Luna had fallen quiet in the back seat, gently nodding her head to the rhythm of a song Noah had put on the radio.

Lately, you’d noticed that Luna seemed to like pretty much any music she heard. It didn’t matter if it was heavy metal, sugary pop you’d hear at the grocery store, or one of those demo tracks Noah’s musician friends were always sending him or working on with him, like Chief and Erra, usually followed by a text that read “Let me know what Luna thinks.”

She’d definitely inherited her dad’s taste, who could enjoy the shittiest rap on earth, or maybe just his complete lack of it.

You weren’t even sure if she liked the music, or if she just liked that it was on.

She was dressed in a light yellow sundress with tiny white daisies printed all over it, one of her favorites, judging by how often she asked to wear it, even when it was in the laundry. Her sneakers were slightly scuffed from the last park visit, one lace always coming undone no matter how many times you retied it.

Neki barked once as soon as Noah opened the trunk, tail wagging in little loops as he leapt to the ground. The park was calm, dotted with a few other families and dogs, but peaceful.

You’d spent a little time that morning looking for a dog-friendly park, not just one that allowed dogs, but one where Neki could run a little without getting side-eyed by someone who hated dogs. After scrolling through a few reviews and Noah insisting on reading out loud the most funny comments, you’d finally settled on this one. It had just enough space to walk around and enough grass for Neki to roll around like a maniac. It felt like the right choice as soon as you pulled in.

You found a spot under a tall tree. You laid the checkered blanket down while Luna proudly carried over the picnic bag, holding it with both arms, too heavy for her. Mr. Flop dangled by one ear from her elbow.

Noah unpacked sandwiches, fruit, and a couple of juice boxes, with Luna announcing each item.

“Strawberries!” she said, lifting the container high in the air. “And cheese cubes! Look!”

You helped her arrange everything on the blanket, your fingers brushing Noah’s as you reached for the same napkin.

He immediately smiled.

Neki wandered a few feet away, nose buried in a bush, tail thumping. Luna laughed as he sneezed from a leaf tickling his nose.

“Bless you, Neki!” she called, then tucked Mr. Flop beside her, carefully offering him a piece of sandwich.

“He’s not hungry today,” she declared, “He said he’s saving room for dessert.”

Noah grinned, settling back on the blanket with one knee up. “More sandwiches for us, then.”

You smiled, passing Luna a juice box and poking the straw through the top for her. She took it with a whispered “thank you,” her eyes drifting up to the branches overhead where the sunlight filtered through the leaves.

The three of you ate slowly. A soft breeze rustled the leaves above, and Neki, now lying in the shade, gave a happy sigh, tongue lolling as he watched a squirrel dart across the grass.

As the sandwiches disappeared one by one, fingers began to wander toward the fruit and veggies containers. Strawberries, blueberries, carrots, and a few chunks of melon glistened in the light as Luna picked out the biggest strawberry.

A quiet breeze made the leaves overhead flutter gently, and in the distance, a dog barked, setting off a chain of smaller barks that made Luna giggle.

Noah popped a blueberry into his mouth. “Okay,” he said, brushing crumbs off his lap. “Serious question. What kind of animals do you think are hiding in those trees?”

You loved when he asked random questions like that just because he knew Luna liked them.

Like the last time you'd been at the park, when Luna had seen a dragonfly for the very first time, and the three of you had spent what felt like hours discussing how dragonflies had to be related to fairies.

They were just too similar not to be.

She gasped, and immediately sat up straighter. “Owls,” she said. “But they only come out when everyone’s asleep.”

You nodded. “Mmm, the undercover kind.”

“And maybe a fox,” she added, already in a world of her own. “But like, a tiny fox. Like the size of Mr. Flop. We would see a big one.”

You were just reaching for a piece of melon when Luna turned her eyes toward you, head tilted, face.

“When did you know you liked daddy?” She said around a mouthful of strawberry.

Noah looked up from the fruit container with one brow raised, chewing slowly.

“That,” you said, sitting up a little straighter, “is a very good question.”

Luna chuckled. “I know.”

You exhaled a small laugh, glancing at Noah, who was watching you now with a crooked smile, like he wanted to hear the answer too.

“It’s hard to say,” you went on, looking up at the swaying tree branches. “Maybe it was the first time he came into the coffee shop with you in his arms. You were so small. Like, bean-sized.”

Luna gasped. “A bean?!”

You held your fingers up, barely an inch apart. “Like this big.”

She burst into laughter. “I wasn’t that small!”

“You kinda were,” Noah muttered around a grape.

“Or maybe,” you continued thoughtfully, “it was the time he nearly dropped his coffee and apologized eight times in a row.”

“I remember that!” Noah said, grinning. “In my defense, it was really hot. That could have burnt someone.”

“Or…” You trailed off, smiling at the memory. “The day it was pouring, and he walked in completely drenched, hood up, shoes squishing, looking like someone’s lost puppy.”

Luna’s eyes went wide again. “Like Neki?”

Hearing his name, Neki lifted his head from where he was sitting next to Noah, and he reached over to scratch behind his ears.

“Exactly like Neki. Just… taller. And with coffee.”

Noah shook his head, pretending to be offended. “Great. Glad to know my charm is comparable to a wet dog.”

Luna laughed so hard she nearly dropped her strawberry. “You were a soggy puppy!”

“Apparently,” Noah said, smirking as he leaned back on one elbow.

You reached for another slice of fruit and glanced at him fondly. “Yeah. But a very lovable one.”

Luna looked between the two of you, squinting. “So… you liked daddy because he was clumsy and wet?”

You laughed. “That’s… part of it.”

“Not exactly my strongest traits,” Noah said, popping another blueberry in his mouth.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “But I liked how he always said hi to me even when he looked exhausted. And how he never rushed you, even when you were screaming because you didn’t want to wear socks.”

Luna shrugged. “Socks are annoying.”

“Exactly,” Noah said, as if that settled something important.

“I think it was just… little things. A lot of little things. Until suddenly I realized I couldn’t wait for you two to walk through the door every morning.”

Luna didn’t say anything for a while. She was lying back on the blanket, her head almost in your lap, Mr. Flop tucked under one arm. Her feet kicked softly in the air as she looked up at the leaves.

Then, without sitting up, she mumbled, “That’s nice.”

You looked down at her.

“That you liked daddy 'cause of the little stuff,” she said, fidgeting with one of her hair clips. “Like when he looked like a puppy.”

You laughed under your breath. “Yeah. That stuff matters.”

She was quiet again, thumb rubbing Mr. Flop’s ear.

Meanwhile, Neki had found a stick and brought it over to you, tail wagging. You threw it as far as you could, and he immediately took off after it. In less than a minute, he came trotting back, this time straight to Noah, dropping the stick at his feet. Noah was ready to throw it again, murmuring a "good boy" to him.

“I think you liked daddy a long time ago.” Luna spoke.

You tilted your head. “Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded hard. “Even before.”

“Before what?” Noah asked.

“Before you knew it.”

You blinked, surprised.

Noah looked at you. “She might be onto something.”

You laughed. “Maybe she is.”

Luna picked up a strawberry and offered it to Mr. Flop, who, as always, politely declined, then she scrambled suddenly to her feet. “I’m gonna run now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Where to?”

She pointed vaguely toward open grass. “Over there. Maybe we will see fairies again. You come too.”

“Who, me or daddy?”

“Both. But I’m faster.”

“Oh, are you now?”

She grinned. “Yep! 'Cause I got rocket feet.”

Noah stood, brushing crumbs off his pants. “Well, we can’t argue with rocket feet.”

She took off, legs pumping, arms flying.

You looked at Noah, who looked back at you with that same smile he always had when he watched her doing absolutely anything, like he could never get enough of it.

As soon as Luna started to wander off, Neki sprang to his feet to follow her, stick still clamped in his mouth. He still hadn’t figured out that Luna couldn’t throw it nearly as far as the two of you. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

You stood, stretching. “Better catch up.”

“Think I’ll try,” he said, and followed her into the sunlight.

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Back To Friends - Sombr

Pairing: Best Friend!Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: smut, angst, misunderstandings, one night stand, pet names, swearing, p in v penetration

Banner by @xmads-omensx

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She was the most gentle creature that I had ever seen. Her entire being was delicate and soft, almost like a porcelain figurine that your grandma passed down so you want to fiercely protect it with your entire being.

However, if there was one thing about Y/N, it was that she never once behaved like a porcelain doll, as evidenced by her slamming of the front door late one night, so loud it made me jump.

“Y/N?” I called out.

She was supposed to be at dinner with her boyfriend of eight months, Grant.

Her footsteps stomped up the stairs, almost shaking the house. I could feel her rage emanating throughout the building.

“I hate men.” She groaned as she pushed my bedroom door open unannounced. Thank god I was only playing Xbox and not doing anything else.

“I’m… sorry?” I replied, feeling the need to apologise on behalf of the male species.

“Forgiven.” She moaned before flopping face-first onto my bed, still in her nice dress that she had spent hours fussing over and her hair and makeup still done flawlessly.

“Grant okay?” I asked, causing her to scream into my pillow. “Okay then I guess that’s a no.”

“He’s a jackass. He flirted with the fucking waitress and got her number when I was in the bathroom so I yelled at him then ubered home.” She explained in an annoyed sigh.

I reached my large hand over to her and rubbed her back soothingly as I always did when she was upset. It was a routine that we had fallen into as kids but never dropped. The circular motion was so simple, yet made us feel so insanely safe with one another.

I felt her body relax beneath me as she lay there.

“Like, I’m not sad about it ending… just mad about how it ended.” She said, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

In some fucked up way, I was glad that things hadn’t worked out between her and Grant. If anything, it worked in my favour,

You see… Y/N had a special place in my heart.

She had done since we were kids.

But over the years, that small space reserved for the only kid in the playground who wanted to play with me, had grown and grown alongside us as the years passed, until that girl captivated my entire heart, until she captivated my entire being.

The girl who lay beside me on my bed was the only woman that I could ever bring myself to love.

But, she was also the woman that I could never have.

Years of it being the wrong time, with one of us in a relationship whilst the other wasn’t.

Years of me being too much of a pussy to let the words “I love you” tumble out of my mouth.

Years of little moments laying in a dark room together whilst Mazzy Star’s Fade Into You played softly off of her record player, surrounded by fairylights as I stared at her with longing eyes.

And not once had I gotten the courage to tell her.

“So you two are done then?” I asked, fighting to keep that hopeful tone out of my mouth.

“Yeah.” She said, lifting her head from the pillow to look at me.

“Need a distraction?” I offered, pulling her closer.

I had the intention of putting a movie on and distracting her that way, but it appeared as though Y/N had other ideas judging on the sultry look she was giving me.

I gulped.

“Yeah I think I do.” She whispered, moving her leg over mine and moving even closer.

My heart was racing.

Oh my god it was happening.

She used her leg to pull herself over me, running her nails up and down my hoodie clad chest as I felt myself growing hard beneath her.

I was in complete shock.

“Make me feel good baby.” Y/N whispered as she leant down and kissed me.

That was all I needed to hear before I moved my hands from heir position on her hips to caress her back and pull her closer, scared that I was dreaming this perfect moment up.

I kissed her with ever single fibre that I had left in my being.

I kissed her with all the love that I could muster, trying to convey my feelings for her in that kiss.

She ground down onto my still clothed cock which was growing even harder beneath her. Soft, delicate moans spilled out of her lips as we continued.

Gently, I unzipped the back of her dress, making sure not to tear it because I knew how much she loved that dress.

I pushed the straps over her shoulders, her perfect breasts spilling out. She had forgone a bra tonight. They were so soft to the touch as I brought my hands up to caress them.

I savoured every last moment.

“Need you so bad baby.” She moaned into my mouth.

“I’m yours.” I whispered in response.

In truth, I was hers. Mind, body and soul. If she said jump I’d ask how high.

I pulled the dress off of her body with all the delicacy that I could muster before Y/N pounced on me and tore my clothes off, making me chuckle.

It felt good to be wanted that much for her to tear my clothes off without a care in the world.

It felt good to be wanted by her.

“Noah.” She moaned, palming my erection through my black boxers.

I lifted my hips up and pulled them down, my hard cock springing free and tapping my stomach.

She practically drooled at the sight.

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as she looked at me, her eyes analysing every feature of my body as I lay bare before her. I had never felt so vulnerable before in my life whilst feeling so desired and wanted.

She wanted me.

My Y/N.

My girl.

She wanted me.

Before I even had time to register what was happening she was sliding down my length, my back arching at the sensation.

“Fuck you’re big.” She moaned.

“All for you baby.” I moaned back, our bodies finally entwined.

And it was. I was all hers.

She rode me hard and fast, her perfect tits bouncing with every movement.

 I simply lay beneath her and marvelled up at her. My girl. I caressed her body with tender love and affection, finally having my girl with me.

“I’m close.” She moaned.

“Me too.” I replied. “Together.” I managed to whisper just before that white hot flash appeared and I released inside of her.

She looked down at me with those perfect eyes of hers, full of affection as I reached my hand up and caressed her beautiful face.

I guided her face down to my own and kissed her softly.

“My girl.” I muttered as she got off of my lap and lay beside me.

I pulled the covers over us both and held her close. My girl. In my bed. With me.

She snuggled close into me, kissing my chest before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I kissed the top of her head and lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

After all these years of running, all these years of hiding, I finally had everything that I’ve ever wanted right here in my arms.

And I was never letting go.

I was on top of the fucking world.

Until I wasn’t.

I woke up alone, the space beside me where she had fallen asleep now cold, as if she had been gone a while.

I rolled over to check the time on my phone, managing to see that is was 8:24 in the morning.

However it was the small piece of paper that caught my attention.

It was a note written in Y/N’s handwriting.

My heart raced with joy and anticipation as I saw it. Maybe she left me something to wake up to. She was always thoughtful about that kind of thing.

My girl.

However the smile on my face was quickly ripped away when I actually read the note.

The scrawling handwriting read ‘thanks for the distraction’.

I had never felt my heart break until that moment.

Maybe she wasn’t my girl after all.

Maybe I was just a distraction to her.

Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be to her.

A distraction.

The memory of last night would fade in her mind, whilst it sat front and centre in my own mind, and we’d just go back to being friends.

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They heard us

some of my fav close up blurry stage pics lol

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Endless TLOVM

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@alwaysfightforwhoyouare this is very you

Could do Noah surprising you for your birthday by coming home early from tour?

Of course!! I’ll write it fluffy, since I’m in the mood for fluff, but if you want something specific, feel free to let me know asking it again!

You’d resigned yourself to spending your birthday solo this year. No one was truly available to spend the whole day with you, since it was just a regular Wednesday for your friends and family who were all at work.

Including Noah who was busy touring.

You told yourself it was fine, why wouldn't it be? Grown-ups do this all the time, right? A quiet night in with a little self-love and wine. Something indulgent for dinner. A candle, maybe.

Nothing tragic.

Still, the weight of the day settled differently on your chest this time.

You’d bought yourself flowers at the grocery store, soft pink tulips in cheap plastic wrap and tucked them into a chipped vase on the kitchen table like some half-hearted attempt at aesthetic therapy, trying something you saw on Pinterest. Your best friend had swung by earlier with a box of cupcakes and a hug that lingered longer than usual, like she knew you were holding yourself together with string that entire day. And your mom had FaceTimed you, camera pointed halfway at the ceiling the entire time, cheerfully chatting while you smiled and nodded and felt a little like a ghost.

It wasn’t bad, exactly, you knew people cared and were only kind of busy.

It was just quiet. Still. Like everything was muted around the edges despite your favorite songs playing as background.

Noah had called that morning from some desolate gas station in Nevada, as he said, his voice scratchy from sleep and too many late nights. The signal had been garbage, words crackling and cutting in and out, but you still heard what mattered and smiled like a teenager in love.

“I wish I was there, pretty girl,” he said softly, like it hurt to admit it out loud. Like he wanted to teleport himself to your side.

And you know that he would do it in a heartbeat if he could.

You’d smiled, even though your throat was tight. Told him it was okay. That you understood. That his job needed to be done first, that he needed to focus on tour.

And you did understand.

You always had.

But understanding didn’t mean it didn’t ache. It didn’t stop the sting of walking past the empty side of the bed, or the hollow echo of your own voice in an apartment that suddenly felt too big for one person.

You missed being cuddled on cold nights, having breakfast together, and pretending you two were on MasterChef while absolutely butchering a box of mac and cheese like it was five-star dish.

By the time night rolled in, you were curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Noah’s old hoodies that still smelled like him. Warm, slightly worn out, faint traces of his cologne clinging to the fabric like memory. You were eating frosting off a cupcake with a fork, half-watching some trashy dating show on Netflix and letting your birthday drift quietly into the rearview.

That’s when the front door clicked.

Your body froze.

Your brain, sleep-deprived and emotionally compromised, took a full five seconds to decide if you were about to be murdered or if a raccoon had somehow developed opposable thumbs.

Maybe it was option one. You were afraid to find out.

You stood slowly, shifting the fork in your hand like it could somehow double as a weapon... Not a very good one, but better than nothing. Your heart thudded against your ribs, loud and insistent.

Had you locked the door? You always locked the door. Right?

You took one step into the hallway and...

“Noah?”

There he was in all his glory.

Standing just inside the doorway, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, rain clinging to his hair, his sneakers squeaking softly against the floor. His eyes found yours instantly and that familiar, boyish, completely maddeningly smug grin curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Surprise.”

You blinked, like maybe if you blinked hard enough, he’d disappear as if you were just hallucinating. “You said you were in Nevada this morning.”

He shrugged, stepping inside like this was no big deal, like he hadn’t just completely knocked the breath from your lungs. “I was. But then I bullied the guys into driving all night, Jolly might need therapy... Or a neck brace.”

You still hadn’t moved.

And then suddenly, you did.

Crossing the space between you so fast, he barely had time to set his bag down before your arms were around him, clutching the damp fabric of his hoodie, burying your face in his chest just to breathe him in.

He was here. He was real. And you didn’t realize how tightly you were wound until you felt yourself start to come undone in his arms.

He held you like he meant it, like he’d missed you just as badly. And you know he did. One hand cradling the back of your head, the other smoothing down your spine with slow, grounding pressure.

“You didn’t think I’d miss your birthday, did you?” he whispered into your hair, voice low and full of something that made your heart stutter.

You tried to answer, but your throat tightened too much to get the words out. So instead, you pressed your face against his chest and mumbled, “You smell like truck stop coffee and heaven.”

He huffed a laugh, pulling back just enough to kiss your temple. “I brought you something.”

You looked up, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “You are the something.”

“True. But also…”

He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a slightly squished stuffed bat, the kind you find at a sketchy rest stop gift shop. One eye was a little lopsided. Its wings flopped unevenly.

Your laugh broke through like sunlight. “That’s hideous.”

“She reminded me of you. Grumpy and adorable.” He poked your nose.

You took it from him like it was fragile. Like it meant something rare. Because it did.

“You’re the worst,” you said softly, though your smile hadn’t faded.

“And yet,” he teased, tilting his head as he leaned in, “Here I am. Early. With a squishy bat.”

You kissed him before he could say anything else.

Not because it was romantic.

Not because it was the perfect time.

You kissed him because he was here, solid and warm and somehow yours, and you needed to taste that truth before the moment slipped through your fingers.

And when his hands found your waist, when his breath caught against your lips, when he melted into you like coming home...

You knew this was the best gift he could’ve ever given you.

Happy birthday, indeed.

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Hi so i read your boy band birthday post for Matt and it got me thinking about the fact that I’ve been wanting to do a rave themed birthday party this year! 😂😂

SOOOO could you do something similar but for Noah maybe and make it rave themed? 👀🧐😇

Thank you again!!

A rave themed is an awesome idea and I can see this as a Noah thing given a song like "WDYWFM" when played live and the whole light show thing he's got going on up there lol! Thanks for this ask 🫶

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Everything had to be perfect for you. This was your day, and you were worth every single effort that brought Noah stress and the unwelcoming anxiety. You were his girl, the one who pulled him from the mental stress of everything, the one you grounded him and made him feel like he had a purpose in this world. So when Matt told him to relax for the fourth time, Noah lost it, slamming the box full of glow supplies for the glow bar down on the table. "What the fuck, Noah? Really?" "No, you know what's really? The fact that you keep telling me to chill. Stop! Okay. Please. I need this all to be perfect for Y/N. She's been through so much shit this year. She deserves to have a birthday that's exactly how she wants it, okay?" Matt remained silent, eyes eventually dropping to the floor. "You're right. Sorry, man. Just try taking it easy on the slamming and the rushing. You're starting to stress me out." Noah heaved a sigh, giving Matt a quick nod, signaling he understood just as a hand came down softly on his shoulder.

"Relax, Noah. Y/N is going to love everything. You know she will. She's not a hard girl to please." Noah cracked a thin smile and started taking the stuff out of the box. Everything from hats and sunglasses to glow bracelets and glow chains appeared from within the deep brown box. Noah sat them down gently, lining them up on the black tablecloth. "I know she's not. And she never asks for anything. Except this. That's why it needs to be perfect." "And you're sure she doesn't know about it?" Jolly asked from below, on his knees, as he hooked up the last two cords for the laser lighting above. He looked up at Noah with a questioning look to which Noah nodded, assuring his friend. "Positive. I've asked a few of her friends to hold her over a little longer. It should give us enough time to get the rest of this mess together," glancing around the open room. "So, if this is a surprise party, what does y/n think is actually happening tonight?" "Her, me, ice cream, and "Mr. Robot". She said that if she couldn't have a party, then she'd settle for the second best thing. I swear, the longer we're together, the easier she makes pleasing her," Noah answered, shaking his head slightly. "I told you when you first met her that she was a keeper," Matt said, cracking a smile. "Yeah, you did. But if you would've told me then that we'd still be together years later, I would have laughed in your face." "You laughed in my face anyway when I told you she liked you!" Matt reminded the singer.

Noah's smile grew, thinking about all those years ago at a Warped Tour festival. It was the beginning of the end for his heart because months later, he gave it away completely to y/n, and she'd kept it ever since. "Noah!" Noah's eyes quickly snapped up to the sound of Folio's voice. In his arms was a box full of black lights that looked heavy. "Where do you want these?" Folio asked, voice strained. "Uh, over there," Noah replied, pointing towards the kitchen area. Folio nodded, turning around and hurrying off in the direction he was told. Noah sighed, watching Folio heave the heavy box up on the counter, and as his eyes skimmed over the big open room, he wondered how he was going to make the vision of what his girl wanted come to life. "Relax, brother. It'll all work out," Jolly assured him, clasping a hand over his shoulder. Noah muttered a low sound of appreciation. Grabbing the empty box he left on the table and tossing it under the table, the phone in his pocket vibrated against his leg. Reaching in and pulling it out, Noah grinned when he saw who it was from.

I love you, baby. 😘I love you, too, Princess. Did I wish you a happy birthday yet?🥰 Only about a hundred times.Well, here's one more. Happy birthday, beautiful 🥰🥰😘😘 Thanks, babe. See you tonight. Still up for ice cream and Mr. Robot?Absolutely, but after cake and gifts.Ooo... gifts? You mean I got more than one?

Noah bit his cheek, trying to keep from spilling everything and ruining the surprise.

I'm not saying anything else. You'll just have to wait and see when you get home. Noah Sebastian, you're such a mean tease 😞Ohh... 😢 Sorry. Not sorry. 😠... I love you 😘Whatever... ❤️😘

Noah shook his head, huffing a small laugh at y/n's feistiness. He felt less anxious after talking to her, knowing she was going to be happy even if all of the decorating didn't turn out like he'd hoped. "Noah! Let's get these jokers hooked up!" Matt hollered, referring to the uv lights. "Yeah, alright. I'll be right there," Noah hollered back. But seeing his four best friends working hard with him, hoping to make this birthday special for y/n just as much as he wanted to, gave him the right kind of motivation. Pocketing his phone, Noah made his way over to Matt, diving head first into getting the black lights up.

"Jesse, dude! This looks fantastic! Where'd you find this place?" "A girl that works at the café I go to on the weekends recommended it. It's all handmade with homemade ingredients. And the icing is even whipped, just how y/n likes it." Jesse beamed with pride, showing off the birthday cake that was a bright purple with neon pink, blue, and green writing and yellow flowers. He and the rest of the guys of Erra showed up in the nick of time giving Noah extra hands, but glancing at his watching, Noah realized he was running out of time. "Damn, Jesse, nice one," Jolly agreed, patting the guitarist on the back. "Hey, it was his idea, but I'm the one who picked it up and brought it here," JT stated playfully. "Someone's got a hero complex," Matt chuckled. "Doesn't he always," Jesse muttered under his breath. "I heard that," JT grumbled, glaring over at Jesse as he carried the cake over to the food table.

They were halfway done with setting up everything, with only the time-consuming little details left to do: table clothes, balloons, centerpieces, confetti, etc. Noah ran his hands through his hair, glancing at his watch again only to notice he had less than two hours to accomplish everything on his list. His heart started racing as the anxiety settled in. He needed a moment. Running up to his bedroom, Noah slipped into the comfort of the mild darkness, closing the door behind him. With his back pressed against the door, he took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and letting each one out slowly while reminding himself that the party didn't have to be perfect and the expectations pressing in on him were only coming from his own mind. The pressure building was senseless. Noah knew he needed to chill before he ended up ruining everything. Today was about his girl, not him, and that's where his thoughts needed to be. Sending Y/N another heartwarming message, Noah left the comfort of the dark solitude, vowing to put his worries aside and go with what his gut was telling him. The party was going to be great, regardless if everything was perfect or not. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs and began helping Jesse and Alex lay out the table cloths, a few more close friends of his arrived, offering to help. It was like it was a sign from the universe that everything was going to be just fine, and pretty soon, everything was done. The main lights went out as the lasers and black lights came on, lighting up the bottom level of the house like a huge rave dance floor. Glow sticks were cracked, and the fun began as everyone waited patiently for Y/N to arrive.

"What the hell, Noah. Answer your dang phone," Y/N grumbled, after dialing her boyfriend's number again while climbing into the driver's side of the car.

It was later than she realized, irritated that her best friend, who was also her boss, chose today, of all days, to hold her over and go over the ideas and plans for the following week. It was her birthday, and she had plans. Plans to take a long hot shower, snuggle up her favorite hoodie of Noah's and eat the entire tub of her favorite ice cream while binging "Mr. Robot" from the beginning. That was her idea of the perfect birthday. If she couldn't have the rave themed party she'd always wanted, then she'd settle to the next best thing. Before driving out of the parking garage, Y/N texted Noah since he was refusing to answer his phone.

I called you a few times, but you didn't answer. I'm on the way home. Hope everything is okay. Not really like you not to answer my calls. Love you

Hitting send, she pulled out onto the street, calling Noah one more time, but only getting his voicemail, again. She hung up, growling in frustration that her birthday plans were falling apart. He was probably upset with her, and she couldn't blame him. She told him she'd be home three hours ago and now that the sun was setting, things would have to get cut short because the guys had to be at the studio by six tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, she made her way through town, turning onto the street she lived on. It was almost dark, and the soft glows from the lights inside the houses she passed filled the darkness like tiny stars. But her house, located at the end of the block, was completely dark, which was normal. Noah and Jolly always kept the lights off, usually too lazy to get up and turn on the many little table lamps located throughout their home.

Slowing down as she got closer, the numerous cars littering her driveway and lawn slightly annoyed her because she wasn't able to park in her usual spot in the garage and go through the side door like always. What was this even about, anyway? And if the house was pitch black, then where was everyone? Settling for a spot on the side of the cul-de-sac, Y/N parked her car and got out, walking up the slight hill and over the narrow stone walkway, to the front door, and when she opened it was greeted by a rush of cool air and darkness, minus the dim glow of lamp in the foyer. But it wasn't the darkness, the solitude, or even all the cars parked outside her house that grabbed her attention. It was the heavy bass of the music coming from the basement that made Y/N's mind unravel with questions.

Noah let the phone in his pocket vibrate against his leg. He hated ignoring Y/N's calls knowing it was probably going to cause her brain to spiral, but he let it go to voicemail, again. She was on her way home and given the time it took to get home, especially with no traffic, she'd be there in less than twenty minutes. Everyone fanned out, escaping to different parts of the lowest level of the house in preparation to surprise the one person they were all there for; Y/N. Noah's heart pounded with excitement against his chest. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, anxiously thinking about how Y/N was going to react to all of this as he waited for any sign of her approach. The party had been months in the making, starting with a small simple plan involving the five of them and Jesse. After that, ideas got bigger and bigger and now he was standing right in the middle of his and his friends' ideas. And all of it was for Y/N.

The basement door slowly opened, giving Noah time to slip back into the shadows and wait. Y/N appeared, cautiously reaching the bottom of the steps while looking around. She looked exhausted but still so beautiful as her eyes wandered the pale, colorful lit room, her face captured in pure amazement. When her back was to him, Noah slipped out from the shadows, placing his hands over her eyes. Y/N gasped as she fell back against his chest, her hands cool to the touch, resting over top of his.

"Guess who," Noah whispered, his lips close to her ear. She smelled heavenly, forcing him to inhale deeply just to another whiff of her scent. "Noah, what's going on?" Y/N asked, her voice shaky. Noah led her out into the middle of the room where everyone started quietly gathering around, ready for the moment Noah motioned for them to go. "So, ice cream and Mr. Robot will have to take a raincheck tonight, princess. You have other plans." "I do?" Noah could hear the smile in her voice, now that the music was a little quieter, thanks to Matt lowering the volume. "Mmm-hmm. You do. You see, me and the guys came up with this really awesome plan a few months ago that I think you're really going to love," Noah stated, kissing the side of her face. "Oh, really?" "Mmm-hmm," Noah replied with a slow hum. "Do you wanna see it?" "I don't know, do I? What if I don't like it?" "Oh, you'll like it, trust me," he said softly. "Okay then. Show me."

Noah removed his hands and the whole room erupted in a chorus of "surprise" the moment Y/N opened them and looked around. Throwing her hands over her mouth, gasping in utter shock, tears filled her eyes as she looked around at all the familiar faces around her, catching the decorations in between. There was so much to look at, to see and admire. It was incredible. It was everything she said she wanted in a rave themed birthday. Noah remembered every detail and the idea of it made Y/N want to cry harder. Turning around and to face him, Noah's hands fell from her hips, slipping around her waist, only to rest on the small of her lower back.

Y/N slid a hand around his neck, pulling him down to meet her kiss. "You did all of this for me," she mumbled against his lips when he refused to let her go. "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm... can you say anything else other than "mmm-hmm..." she chuckled, placing a hand on Noah's cheek as he leaned in closer while still kissing her. "Uh-uh," he chuckled back, tightening his grip around her waist. Noah rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. "Sorry I'm so late getting home." "It's okay. It's my fault, anyway." "What do you mean," Y/N stared at Noah, puzzled, while he held her body close to his. "I told your boss to keep you over so the guys and I could get all this stuff up before you got home." "You little crap head," Y/N laughed through closed teeth, playfully punching her boyfriend on the chest. "I can't believe you. I can't believe you kept this whole thing so quiet! This is incredible, Noah!" "They all helped," Noah nudged his head to the group of people standing behind her. "Without them, I couldn't have done all of this."

Finally turning around, Y/N thanked everyone, gushing out praises after praises. Jesse and JT came over and embraced her in warm hugs before close friends found their way over and started talking excitedly over one another. Y/N was beyond happy and the expression on her face proved that. She couldn't stop smiling. Glancing over at Noah, her smile only widened, making him feel like the king of the world for pulling off something that made his girl feel so happy. It was Noah's life's mission; to make Y/N happy. To make sure she knew what she meant to him, how much he loved her, and once the birthday song was sung, the cake was cut, and the gifts were open, Noah was positive the last gift in his pocket would prove that.

Standing behind her, holding her close as she opened the last present, Noah slipped his hand into his right pocket and retrieved his gift. It wasn't anything fancy, nothing big and gaudy, yet it represented everything he wanted and needed to say. It spoke loud and would tell the entire world the truth. "Happy birthday, baby," placing a soft kiss on Y/N's temple while tightening his arms around her and giving her a quick squeeze. "Thank you Noah, for everything! This... this was all just so incredible. I can't believe you actually did all of this for me." The two of them laughed as they watched JT and Folio walk past them with huge glowstick glasses and a hat that was lit up by the black lights. "They look like dorks," Noah commented, taking Y/N's left hand, ready to give Y/N his gift. She had no idea what was coming. "Yeah, but they're our dorks," Y/N replied, sighing as she leaned back against Noah's chest. "Tired?" "Hmm, very," she answered sleepily. "Well, don't go to sleep yet. There's one more gift." "Oh yeah? From who," Y/N asked, yawning right in the middle of her sentence. "Me. I haven't given it to you yet." "Oh? But I thought there was one from you and Nick? The wine glass?"

Noah turned her around to face him, looking down and staring her straight in the eyes. The softness Y/N saw in them almost made her melt. "Do you really think I'd let your birthday slip away with just a wine glass as a gift?" Noah's face was twisted in a confused look, brows furrowed together. "Mmm, I don't know. That was a pretty cool glass." Noah rolled his eyes, proof of his annoyance. "I'm kidding. Okay, what is it?" "Nope, you don't want it. It's okay," Noah teased, backing away from her. "No! I was joking! Noah, give me my gift, please, I want it now!" Y/N grabbed his arms, pulling him back into her. The staggered for a moment, forcing Noah to slip his arms back around Y/N to keep his balance. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll behave. Just tell me what it is, or show me, please!"

Noah grinned, leaning down and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands found the back of his neck and slid up into his hair, grabbing a handful with a slight tug. Noah groaned against her mouth, suddenly having the need to get her entirely alone. "Alright, alright," he protested, pulling away before things got too inappropriate. "Close your eyes." Y/N willingly did so, unable to hide the huge smile gracing her lips. Noah took her hand and slid the ring, exhaling slowly once it was fully on. "Open." When she did, her eyes immediately found the spot where Noah had placed the gift. At first Y/N could only stare at the ring, unable to process what just happened. She touched the silver band, twisting it slowly while admiring the small, simple diamond in the center. It was an engagement ring, which meant only one thing.

"Will you marry me, Y/N? Will you take my last name, be my wife, and make me the happiest man in the world?" The way Noah's voice shook was priceless and when Y/N finally looked up, the only thing she found was Noah's anxious face, eyes glossed over with tears. "Are you sure, Noah? You really want me for the rest of your life?" Noah cupped her face and kissed her quickly.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life," he assured her with a soft smile. "But, only if you want it too. If you don't feel the same, or aren't sure about," but the rest of his words were cut off by Y/N's lips. "Just shut-up," she smiled against his lips. "You already know I'm crazy for you. Yes, I'll marry you, and I'm going to drive you absolutely insane, get on your nerves and smother you with so much freaking love that you'll probably want to admit me into a mental hospital." Noah laughed loudly, tossing his head back."Well, then we'll go together and spend the rest of our lives completely wacked out of our minds at each other's side. How does that sound?" "Like the best plan ever," Y/N agreed, throwing her arms around her future husband's neck. "I love you, Noah, forever and always," she muttered into his neck, leaving behind gentle kisses. "I love you, princess. Happy Birthday."

[xmads-omensx]

Nutmeg Chapter Sixteen

TITLE: Nutmeg

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Reader (dom/sub)

SUMMARY: Due to really bad anxiety, you sign up at an agency that matches you with a dominant partner. 

WARNINGS: 18+ DOM/SUB. (more under the cut)

WORD COUNT: 5163

Nutmeg MASTERPOST | Chapter 17

WARNINGS: No sex. Christmas, medical procedure mention. (let me know if I need to add something.)

Tuesday came and went and Noah never visited.

You sent a message earlier to arrange with him, but he never replied.  This was very strange and gave you the most unpleasant sense of tension and anxiety.  Your whole body clenched with worry, dread and the inability to stop thinking of every horrible situation possible and impossible. 

Your worst thought, clawing through your brain was that he was sick of you.  He could not stand you for one second longer and decided to just ignore you until you went away.

You knew, intellectually, that there was probably a reason, and a very reasonable one at that, for Noah to be missing in action.  You did not want to interfere too much though – because you thought of going to his house just to check but that’s maybe too much.

You decide to call.  So, by the time you still had not heard anything by six, you call him.  You wait as it rings, it feels like too long, and just when you wanted to give up and hang up, you hear, ‘Hello?’

‘Hi?’ you reply uncertainly. 

It’s quiet for a moment.  ‘You are looking for Noah?’

You knew it wasn’t him as soon as the voice started talking.  ‘Um, yes.’

‘May I ask who is speaking?’ the voice asks again, sounding worried.

Blank.  Your brain is empty.  So, you give your real name.  Oh fuck.

‘Oh,’ you hear the voice, clearly thinking very hard.  ‘Well, I am sorry but Noah is not available right now.  He will probably be able to call you back tomorrow.’

‘Who are you?’ you ask as politely as possible.

‘I’m Jesse.  I’m a friend of Noah’s,’ he answers back.

‘Oh, you are one of his roommates.  The one who gets migraines?’ you say.

‘Yeah,’ he drags it out.  ‘Oh wait, he’s mentioned you before.’

‘Listen, I just want to know if he is okay,’ you explain trying to stop sharing information you did not know whether Noah would want it shared. 

‘He is, but he is in hospital.  He just had an emergency appendectomy.  It’s already done, he is just still sleeping.  He will be released tomorrow morning,’ Jesse tells you with calmness in his voice which calms you.

‘Oh wow,’ you reply.  ‘Well, that explains it.  Thank you.’

‘I’ll tell him to call you when he wakes up.’

‘No, it’s okay.  Tomorrow is fine.’

‘You sure?’

‘You say he is fine?  Everything went well?’

‘It did.’

‘No, as long as he is going to be okay, tomorrow is fine.  Whenever he is up to it really.’

Jesse is quiet a little bit.  ‘I’ll tell him.  But you don’t have to worry.’

‘I appreciate that.  Have a good night.’

‘You too.’

You hang up and stand there with your phone in your hand.  You felt better in a way, now that you knew what was going on.  And at the same time, you felt like you needed to see with your own eyes that he was fine. 

You wanted to text him and wish him well, but if Jesse had his phone, you decided that was a bad idea.  Oh god.  You hoped you didn’t already say too much.

You took a shower and got in bed.  After tossing and turning for too long, worrying about him, worrying about information getting out, what Jesse thought, you drank a sleeping tablet and hoped for the best.

Wednesday:

You wake up groggy, but had nothing from Noah on your phone.  You went to work in a bad mood, drinking way too many cups of coffee. 

You were distracted the whole morning, unable to let go of the thought of Noah.  Unable to shake the feeling that somehow you felt unsure of yourself and where you fit into his life.  You were not his girlfriend who could go visit.  You even felt like you were overstepping if you had to call again.  But your heart ached.  You missed him.  You hoped that he was doing well, that he was not in pain.  Hoped that there was someone who was taking care of him and could wash his back in the shower.  Someone who knew that he liked his hair being played with. 

But no.  That someone had to be you.  You hated the thought of someone else knowing this, not to even think of doing it.

Just when your headache turned into a throbbing pain behind your eye, your phone rang with a call from him.  And then you were scared to answer. 

‘Hello,’ you answer neutrally.  You didn’t know what to expect and it might be Jesse again, anyway.

‘Peach?’ comes Noah’s gravelly voice.

‘Hi, Noah,’ you say softly, already feeling better at hearing him call you that.

‘I’m so sorry for not calling earlier,’ he says and you can hear he is not himself.

‘It’s okay.  How are you feeling?’ you ask.

‘Sore and so tired,’ he answers simply.

‘I’m sorry.  Are you at home?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, I just got home.  I was kept a little later because they were worried about my blood pressure.  But it’s all okay now,’ he explains and it sounded like that exhausted him.

‘Are you sure you are okay?’ you ask.

‘I am, I promise,’ he says.  ‘Are you okay?  I missed yesterday, and Jesse said you called last night.’

‘I was just worried.  It’s not like you to just disappear,’ you said your voice small.

‘I know.  I’m sorry,’ he says.  ‘Listen,’ he starts like he is nervous about what he is about to say.  ‘Would it be possible for you to come over?’

‘No, Noah, it’s really okay, you had surgery.  I’ll see you when you are better,’ you say immediately trying to make him understand that he has a valid excuse.

He is quiet for a moment.  ‘I really want you to, though.  I get it if you can’t, but...’

You thought for a second.  ‘If you need me for something, I will be there straight after work.  But, if you are just trying to look after me, I’ll be okay.  As long as you promise that you are okay.’

‘I need my Peach,’ he says, his voice small. 

Tears flood your eyes, along with relief all through your chest, instantly.  You compose yourself before you answer.  ‘I’ll be there.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Hey, are your roommates there?  What must I do?  Can I bring you anything?’ you ask, suddenly faced with the reality of what is happening.

‘Yes, they are here.  And I don’t give a fuck.  I’ll tell them you are coming over, and that they must leave you alone,’ he says.  ‘Some Gatorade would be very appreciated if you can.  The blue one.’

‘You got it,’ you say hiding your emotions.  ‘I’ll see you soon.’

‘Thank you, baby,’ he whispers and then he hangs up. 

You slowly take your phone away from your ear.  I need a photo of his face for my phone.  Work was forgotten for the rest of the day because you started making a list of other things you could take him that would make him feel better. 

You park at Noah’s house and there were three cars outside and it made you nervous.  What do you say if the roommates have questions.  You were literally sweating. 

You pep talk yourself all the way to the front door where you knock and wait, switching the bag you had with you from hand to hand and bouncing a leg.  You were fine. 

Jesse opened the door.  You recognised his voice as soon as he greeted you.  He had sad eyes, but he was smiling at you and welcoming you inside.  ‘How are you?’ he asks politely.

‘Well, thank you.  And you?’

‘Fine, thanks.  You know where his room is?  Do you need me to show you?’  he asks, again being very friendly.

‘I know where it is,’ you say shyly. 

‘Let me know if you guys need anything,’ he says.

‘I will,’ you say and then you rush over to Noah’s door, needing to get out of the situation as quickly as possible. 

You knock softly and hear him call out.  Then you open, slip inside and close it firmly behind you. 

‘Oh, I’m sorry.  Was it bad?’ he asks with a grimace on his face. 

‘No, Jesse was very nice,’ you answer and tentatively take a few steps closer to him.

‘I would have opened for you, but it feels like my insides are going to fall out when I stand,’ he explains.

‘No, of course,’ you shake your head.  ‘I’m just curious about who they think I am.’

‘I have left out a lot of details when they asked.  But they know it’s you I visit every Friday.  They know it’s your calls I take in the middle of whatever I am busy with,’ he shrugs a bit.  ‘I left the rest up to their imagination.’

‘Noah,’ you say softly, stepping closer and closer.  ‘They are going to think I am a prostitute.  Your personal prostitute.’

He giggles and his hands go right to stomach where he holds on.  ‘Oh no, laughing hurts.’

‘I was not telling you a joke,’ you say, standing right next to his bed now, struggling to keep a straight face yourself. 

‘They know I don’t have enough money for that,’ he scoffs.  ‘Did you see Jolly too?’

‘No,’ you shake your head and know that he has never mentioned his name before. 

‘Can you please come lay down next to me?’ he asks patting the bed.

‘Before I do, can I put your Gatorade in the fridge?  Do you want it now?’ you ask, starting to dig in the bag you brought along. 

‘I need you first,’ he says.

You put the bag down slowly.  You slip your shoes off and then climb on the bed with him.  He painfully moves a little bit so that when you are next to him, he buries his face in your neck and his arm pulls you closer around your waist.  Then he gives a contented sigh.

‘Mmm, yes.  This is what I needed.  I feel better already,’ he jokes. 

You curl an arm around him so you can bury your fingers in his hair, your other hand resting on his arm.  You give your own sigh.  ‘So, what the hell happened?’

He turns his head just enough so you can hear him when he speaks.  ‘It started as a dull ache, that I completely ignored.  And by the time I had the thought that maybe I should get to a doctor, it was an emergency and I was scolded and asked why I waited so long.  Before I knew what was happening, I was in a gown getting rolled into surgery.’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, brushing his hair back from his forehead.  ‘You shouldn’t wait so long.’

‘I was procrastinating,’ he defends himself.

‘Okay, Noah.  I’m just glad you didn’t die of a burst appendix,’ you say, being very serious.

‘You know,’ he starts softly.  ‘It was all very sudden and blurry, but I was thinking about you when they put that mask on me with the anaesthesia, wondering what you’d think when I just didn’t show up.’

‘Oh, you should have been worried about yourself, though,’ you say.

‘What did you think?’ he asked.

‘I was worried,’ you answer.

‘Is that all?’ he asks.

‘No.’

‘Tell me?’ he asks.

‘I was scared that you were done with me and couldn’t stand me anymore,’ you say truthfully.  ‘I knew it was the anxiety talking, but I couldn’t help it.’

‘No, baby,’ he frowns at you.  ‘I could never.’

‘I was also really worried that something happened to you,’ you shrug.  

‘Thank you for worrying about me,’ he gives a small smile.  ‘How long can you stay?’

You were a little startled at the question.  ‘I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it yet.’

‘Could you sleep over?’ he asks.

‘I can,’ you say immediately.  ‘I will have to go get some clothes maybe?’

‘I can lend you what you need?  I’m sure I have everything,’ he says hopefully.

‘I need clean underwear and something to put on for work tomorrow,’ you say quickly. 

‘Skip work,’ he says seriously.

You frown down at his face with concern.  You have not experienced him like this before.  ‘I will call in sick,’ you say dropping a kiss on top of his head. 

‘Thank you,’ he whispers, holding you tighter. 

‘Okay tell me, when last did you eat something?  When last have you had water to drink?  Have you had a shower?’ you ask him softly.

He groans.  ‘I had breakfast at the hospital.  They forced me to eat before I could leave.  I have my water on the bedside table, look.’

‘I see.’

‘I have not showered.  Is that gross?  Yes, I suppose it is,’ he says sounding defeated. 

‘Don’t worry,’ you say soothingly.   ‘Do you want to eat something first?  Or take a shower?’

‘Both sounds like too much work,’ he whines.

‘I’m going to help you, Noah.  I think you should eat something first.  I brought some pizza,’ you say as you get up to get your bag.  He is frowning at you.  “What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ he says softly.  ‘I was going to order us something later.’

‘Oh,’ you say immediately, feeling foolish.  ‘I didn’t mean to take over.’

‘No, you misunderstand,’ he holds out a hand.  ‘I love that you brought pizza.  What kind did you bring?’

‘Plain cheese?’ you answer with a grimace.  ‘I didn’t know what your stomach could handle yet.’  You sit down on the bed again.  ‘And I thought cold pizza in the morning is always a winner, in case you didn’t feel like eating.  But I figured you probably had some medication to take at some point and that is always recommended with meals.’  You shrug.  ‘I also got marshmallows and a neck pillow for some reason.  I don’t know.’

He smiles sleepily at you.  ‘You are so kind.’

Despite the simplicity of his words, you blush.  ‘I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.  Can I bring you some pizza?’

‘I’d love some, thank you,’ he sits up a little bit, wincing. 

It was still a little warm and you placed it on the bed where he could easily reach.  You also take a slice.  ‘I got two pizzas.  Eat up.’

He takes a bite and chews slowly, like he was testing his body and seeing what it could handle.  ‘I’m worried that it upsets my stomach.’

‘Better to take it slow then, but you have to eat.  Even if it’s just a little bit,’ you try to gently encourage and you are reminded of when you had a migraine a few weeks ago.

 He swallows his third bite.  ‘I am hungrier than I realised.’

You smile at him as you finish your own slice.  His eating speed picks up a little when nothing disastrous happened and he seemed happier.  ‘What do you want me to do for underwear?’ you ask with your eyebrows raised.

‘I wish I were in a sexy mood so I can say you don’t need any,’ he says forlornly chewing on a crust. 

‘I need my butt covered if your roommates are here.  I will have a fear that they will burst in and see,’ you say seriously.

‘They won’t just come in here, but I understand.  Wear one of my boxers?’ he says.

‘I’ll try.  If they don’t fit, I’ll rinse out the ones I have on now and wear a long shirt until they are dry.  Or something like that,’ you shrug.

He nods a bit.  ‘If asking you to stay was too much,’ he starts, looking you in the eye.  ‘You can tell me.  I’ll understand.’

‘It’s not too much,’ you lean forward to kiss him and make him understand. 

After the two of you had finished one of the pizzas together you asked, ‘Where do you keep your clean sheets?  Then I’ll change the sheets before you get back into bed.  Make sure it’s all fresh with no hospitaliness on anything,’ you say, knowing what you would have wanted. 

He points you to a cupboard and you take out a stack and place it all on the bedside table, ready for the change.

When he is ready, you help him up, his one hand gripping yours, the other over his bellybutton holding on.  You walk with him to the bathroom, slowly, and make sure he is alright to brush his teeth.  Then you quickly rush back to strip the sheets off and you make them into a small ball you put in a corner.  You hear the shower water turn on while you had the sheet and pillowcases on already and then rush back to him. 

‘Can you help me undress?  It’s not even a move.  It hurts to reach and bend,’ he says a little shy. 

‘I’m here to help,’ you say and you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up, carefully taking out one arm at a time from the sleeves.  You look at his torso and see three bandages.  ‘Did they cut your tattoos?’  you ask with eyes wide.

‘The doctor promised he wouldn’t.  He said he tried to cut in gaps.  It’s small incisions,’ he holds up a hand and shows you with his thumb and forefinger the length of the cuts.  ‘They must stay closed for as long as possible, though.  So, no checking.  Wounds are not allowed to get wet.’

Your run your fingers over his tummy absentmindedly. 

‘You alright?  Does it freak you out?’ he asks.

‘No, not at all,’ you say.  ‘Pants.’  You pull them down, and he steps out.  His penis is as soft as you have ever seen it and still beautiful.  But you tell yourself to focus.  You take off your own clothes hastily and step under the spray of water with him.  He leans down awkwardly so you can wash his hair, you wash his back, and his front and his legs and his feet and he watches you with soft eyes the whole time.  You make sure he is rinsed properly. 

He tries his best to dry himself while you quickly wash your own body. 

You help him dress, make him sit on the edge of the bed as you put the duvet cover on with practiced ease.  You plug in his hairdryer and dry his hair standing between his legs so you can run your fingers through as it dries.  He keeps his eyes closed and hand resting on your hips where he holds on to you. 

Finally, he is tucked into bed, clean and fluffy hair and heavy eyelids. 

‘I need a toothbrush and something to sleep in.  Can I help myself?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, cupboard under the sink should have some stuff you can use.  Second drawer in that dresser,’ he points, ‘has t-shirts, top drawer underwear.  Take whatever you want to.’

‘Thank you,’ you say and head to the drawers first, so you can hang the towel you had wrapped around you.  You find a shirt that seems long and grab a pair of boxer briefs that might work.  It is surprisingly comfortable and you are sure the fact that it all smells like Noah is the main contributing factor.  You find a sealed toothbrush and rip it open. 

Noah is asleep when you return to the bed, his face relaxed and peaceful.  You get in next to him and pull the blankets up and make sure his shoulders are covered.  You position yourself close to him and in such a way that you can still run your fingers through his hair. 

In the middle of the night, you are woken by Noah’s hand working his shirt, that you were wearing, up all the way and then resting his head on your exposed breasts.  Then he gives big sigh and falls right back asleep.

Thursday:

In the morning you wake up and watch him sleep a while.  Then you go the bathroom, brush your teeth, check your own underwear that was almost dry.  He groans awake when you get back in bed with him, stretching out his long limbs careful not to tear stitches. 

‘Morning,’ he smiles at you sleepily.  Then he throws the covers back and lifts his shirt to check his bandages.  It all seemed to in order because he pulled his shirt back down and then rolled onto his side to look at you.

‘You slept like the dead,’ you say to him. 

‘It felt like it,’ he rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. 

‘Normally you move around a lot, but last night you were very still.  Must be the after-effects of the anaesthesia,’ you say softly. 

‘I don’t even think I had a dream,’ he says.  ‘I feel like I could sleep for another week.’

‘Go back to sleep,’ you whisper. 

‘I will in a little while,’ he answers.  ‘I need to take my meds.’

‘Oh right,’ you say, sitting up.  ‘Where are they?’

‘There,’ he points at the dresser. 

‘Are you swallowing with Gatorade or can I bring you a glass of water?’ you ask.

He gets out of bed slowly and carefully.  ‘I need the bathroom.  I’ll get water from the tap.’  He holds out his hand and you drop the pills into his palm.

‘Do you need help?’ you ask.

‘Nope,’ he answers firmly.

You take out the one pizza that was left and place it so that he can eat if he was hungry.  Then you contemplate going out to go make coffee, but your anxiety is too high.   You just got back in bed.

He returns after a while and cuddles up to you.  ‘Merry Christmas, Peach.’

You are not sure how you missed that.  But you and Noah laid in bed talking about how much you both disliked Christmas, while not getting into the too dark areas.  You ate the pizza cold.

He fell back asleep and you started watching a show he was busy with on his TV from the first episode, using a blanket you found in the cupboard with the sheets to keep warm. 

‘Baby?’ he calls you.  ‘They are texting me.’

‘Who?’ you ask.

‘Jolly and Jesse,’ he grimaces as he says it.

‘Oh,’ you say realising what it might mean.

‘They say that they have cooked a very basic Christmas meal, and invited us to join,’ he says.  ‘How do we feel about this?’

‘Jesus,’ you say already wringing your hands.  ‘I don’t want to.  But just because I am scared.  I don’t want to be rude.  And what if they ask me stuff, Noah?’

‘Please take a breath,’ he says in his calming tone.  ‘You know I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.’

You inhale deeply.  ‘I know.’

‘I can just go get us each a plate?’ he suggests.

‘That would be so mean,’ you frown. 

‘They’d understand,’ he says.

You look at him with dread.  ‘Just tell me what I say when they ask me who the fuck I am.’

‘You’re my friend,’ he shrugs.  ‘After that I’ll kick them under the table or give them the look.  In fact, I’m texting them now.’

‘No, what are you going to say?’ you ask, grabbing his wrist.

‘Just that they must leave you alone.  Keep the conversation light and casual,’ he says.

You hide your face in your hands.  ‘That sounds terrible.’

‘Is there something you’d prefer?  Like what do you want me to say?’ he asks.

‘I can’t think of anything that doesn’t make me sound like a whore,’ you say defeatedly.  ‘But, then that’s what they think,’ you start processing it.  ‘What business is it of mine what they think?’

He laughs softly.  ‘That’s the spirit.’

‘The fucking Christmas spirit.  Where are my pants?  Probably a bra,’ you turn and start looking for your clothes.

When the both of you are vaguely presentable and ready to head out, Noah says, ‘They think you are my girlfriend and that I am too shy to introduce you to them properly.  They don’t think you’re a prostitute.  So, just be yourself.  Because you are lovely, and they will like you.  They are also very nice people, you will like them.’

‘You tell me all of this right when I must go out there?’ you ask. 

‘You shouldn’t have too much time to think about it.  So here we go,’ he takes your hand and opens the bedroom door and he pulls you with him. 

You follow along, feeling slightly nauseous and immediately the smell of food hits your nose.  It smells very good.  He drags you past the office.  In the kitchen there is a bit of a mess, where clearly someone has been preparing a meal.  Then in the living room, the small dining room table was decorated with a few Christmassy things like tinsel and candles.  There was a large Christmas tree in the corner that you had not noticed when you rushed inside. 

But also, there at the table were two men wearing Christmas hats, clearly already a few Christmas-themed drinks down, giggling while trying to decide how to aesthetically place the dishes they had prepared on the table.  Christmas music was playing in the background.

Noah stared at them with a straight face, but you could see in his eyes how fond he was of his roommates.  You felt yourself relax a bit.  They were not sober, this was clearly just a fun opportunity for friends to have an excuse to bond. 

‘Noaaaaaaah,’ Jolly, the taller man says.  ‘Are you allowed any alcohol yet?’ he asks with an accent.

‘I don’t think so,’ Noah shrugs. 

‘And you, my dear?’ Jolly turns to you, holding out his hand, which you take and then he leads you to a seat at the table.  ‘Can I make you our newly invented Christmas cocktail?’

‘I’d love one, yes, please,’ you answer, sitting down. 

Jolly hands you a drink that is red and then introduces himself, telling you how he is from Sweden and how he ended up here, living with his friends.  He never asks about you, probably because of Noah’s instructions, and you are relieved.

Noah takes the seat next to you and then squeezed your hand under the table.  ‘Can I have something else?’

‘I’m making you a virgin cocktail with some electrolytes in it,’ Jesse joins in, mixing the drink he was referring to.

Noah is handed a blue drink and very many ‘Merry Christmases’ were exchanged between all. 

Noah giggles once he’s taken a sip.  ‘What is in here?’

‘I can’t remember,’ Jesse said.

The meal was pleasant and joyous with lots of chatter that you struggled to follow, and you were kindly included in the conversation while no one asked you awkward questions.  The food was really good, you especially enjoyed the baked potatoes.  There was a lot of encouragement to eat more and more and have another drink.  By the time you and Noah were heading back to his bedroom you were well fed and felt happy and good about the interaction. 

Noah casually mentions that you can borrow more clothes from him. 

‘I can stay but I have to go to work tomorrow.  They will already be very suspicious about me being sick on Christmas day,’ you say.  ‘I’ll get up early in the morning and go home to change there.’

Noah thinks for a moment, his eyes darting all over the room.  You patiently wait for him.  ‘If you don’t mind,’ he says almost shyly.  ‘I can sleep over at yours?  Then we go now?  Tomorrow is Friday anyway.’

‘And while I am at work?’ you ask.

‘I’ll sleep.  Watch some TV.  It’s what I would do anyway,’ he says quietly.  ‘But if you need a break, I also get it.  Maybe I’ve been too presumptuous.’

‘I’d love to have you over,’ you smile at him.  ‘Let me help you pack.’

Friday:

Noah was very tired by the time you’d made it to your place, so he was barely speaking while you helped him shower and he was asleep quickly once you were in bed.  He did however keep reaching for you in the night.

That morning you slipped out of bed quietly and got ready for work, without Noah even stirring in his sleep.  You left him instructions on the kitchen counter to grab some frozen waffles from the freezer when he woke up and to help himself to anything else he wanted.

You texted him a few times to make sure he was okay.  He updated you on which of your snacks he was making his way through and which movie or show he was on.  He started quite a few just to report back that it was boring and then he would start something new.  You reminded him about his medicine. 

You brought back ingredients to make your very favourite vegetable soup and a crusty French loaf, knowing some vegetables would do both of you good.  Noah insisted on helping you, but he was very easily distracted and ended up chopping an onion and then asking you which song you wanted to hear next. 

Sitting side by side on the couch under a big blanket, when you ask, ‘Can I ask you about something personal?’

He turns his head to look at you.  ‘Yeah?’

‘You have helped me understand a few things about myself, about what I am getting from being submissive to you.  But have you figured out why you are into this?’

He looks ahead of him while he thinks.  ‘I am in therapy, so, yes I have.’

‘Oh?’ you say, not asking him to share just in case he doesn’t want to.

‘I didn’t grow up with stability.  I grew up with strict religious rules.  I constantly felt like I was not wanted, like I was a burden on every adult who had to look after me.  I have a need to be control.  I have a need to create the stability that I didn’t have growing up,’ he says all of this very matter-of-factly.

You take it all in for a moment.  ‘In some ways, even being submissive could help some of those.  Have you thought about that before?’

‘I have,’ he nods.  ‘Maybe that’s why I’m not hardcore, you know?’

You feel emotional.  ‘It sounds like you need someone to take care of you a little bit.’

He smiles while still looking down at his lap.  ‘Yeah, sometimes I really do.’

‘That makes me so sad,’ you whisper. 

He looks at you now.  ‘You realise you take care of me, don’t you?  That our arrangement is me having my needs met also.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You take care of me, in so many ways,’ he states.  ‘I need you just as much as you need me.’

Chapter 17

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If you wrote this, then we also have firefighter Noah from @flowery-mess… all we need is Doctor Noah and we have all the Chicago shows 😂

HAVING TO GO UNDERCOVER W YOUR (COP? FBI?) PARTNER (NOAH)

idk something is also really hot to me about like a hostage situation and them wanting to protect you and yada yada

Are you in my maladaptive daydreams because I have one like this (not with Noah yet) from back when I was obsessed with Chicago P.D. and Halstead, and I vaguely remember a similar scenario in the show where he was kidnapped and tortured 👀

But God, Noah wanting to protect you, sacrificing himself even when you beg him not to. He’s got a big mouth and you’re telling him to shut up, but you’re also trying to hold your own, and then the way he takes care of you after you’ve both been through something traumatic. The trauma bonding alone 👀

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ECHOES OF NIGHT - Chapter 2

Pairing: dad! Noah Sebastian x ex!hookup reader

Series summary: Noah didn’t expect that his one night stand from 2020 would keep a secret from him for years. But now, in 2024, as Bad Omens is back in Oregon, he wasn’t expecting to run into you while trying to buy some energy drink so he could endure the tour.

You looked even prettier, yes, but what caught his attention wasn’t your beauty, or the fact that you looked like you’d just seen a ghost just by looking at him.

It was, in fact, the little girl holding your hand, telling you she liked his hoodie. He really wasn’t prepared for was seeing himself reflected in that little girl who loved bees and cookies, not expecting to change his entire life for good.

TW: anxiety, fear.

NOAH

He leaned against the shelf behind him like it might hold him together, almost knocking over an entire row of granola bars in the process. A nearby mom shot him a wary look as she adjusted the toddler on her hip and walked past, Noah blinked and fixed his posture, trying to ground himself in the normalcy of it. 

Just a guy in a hoodie, quietly unraveling in front of the breakfast aisle.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered, dragging a hand down his face.

Every sound in the store felt too sharp right now.

Too fake.

Too loud.

Artificial.

The roll of cart wheels, the hum of freezer doors, the cheery announcement about rotisserie chickens, all of it grated against his skull.

His head was screaming, but his mouth couldn’t form a single question that made sense. He didn’t know what his heart was doing... Exploding? Racing? Was this what a heart attack felt like?

He didn’t want to be a creep who just saw his former one-night stand and immediately assumed her daughter was his. He didn’t want to assume something so massive.

He wasn’t a lunatic, he wasn’t insane, he wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions after just one look. But that little girl...

She looked too much like him.

That nose. Those almond-shaped eyes. Even the tilt of her smirk, her smile, it was like watching a piece of himself walk around in sparkly boots.

God help him, that was him.

Except for the sparkly boots.

And then there was your reaction... Your reaction only made it worse.

You didn’t deny it. You didn’t laugh it off or tell him he was delusional. You didn’t say, “She’s not yours, dumbass” or joke that she was someone else’s kid. You didn’t tell him you had a boyfriend or even a husband waiting for you outside and ready to beat him off if he kept the weirdness.

You didn’t mock him for being paranoid.

You didn't call him crazy or weirdo.

You froze, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.

Your face drained of color like he was the ghost.

Like you wanted the ground to eat you alive. Or him.

And just like that, every breath he’d ever taken since that night came rushing back.

A shared breath in the dark that felt too honest for a one-night stand.

Things had ended fine between you. He kissed your forehead goodbye, his lips pressing for too long. He remembered calling your Uber, watching the pin crawl across his screen until it said delivered. He remembered your name long after he should’ve forgotten it.

God, he never could forget. He never forgot your eyes, your hair, your soft voice or the way you actually saw him. Not the frontman, not the persona. Just… Noah Sebastian Davis. A guy with insecurities, a guy who overthinks and sometimes falls apart when no one’s watching.

Sometimes, the memories would hit him hard when he found himself alone, and your name would suddenly pop into his mind.

And Kara said it like it belonged to her, with happiness.

She said it with pride, with love, like you were her whole world.

And his heart ached.

He hadn’t even realized he was shaking until he caught his reflection in the glass of the freezer door.

His eyes were glassy. Too wide and haunted.

She was right when she asked why his eyes were shiny.

She had his nose.

Not just any nose.

His.

That sharp, slightly aquiline profile, a clean line down the bridge. A gentle slope at the tip. The nose his fans usually said that it was perfect and he ignored it.

He saw it in the mirror every day.

And he saw it on her face like a brand.

And that realization sucker-punched him in the ribs.

You hadn’t told him and he hadn’t been there.

If she was his...

God, how much had he missed?

Endless nights of crying. First words. First steps. Temper tantrums. Gummy bear obsessions. While he was out there writing songs, touring cities, having hookups, waking up in hotel rooms he didn’t remember falling asleep in, she was here. You were here. Needing someone to help you out, to take care of both of you.

You two needed him.

Needed him for the scraped knees and tantrums about the color of sippy cups, to be the moral support when you were giving her a lecture about bad temper.

You’d done all of it alone.

And the guilt hit before he even had the confirmation.

He didn’t believe in fate.

Or soulmates.

Or divine timing.

But something about today felt… inevitable.

Now he was standing between protein bars and canned soup, staring at the possibility that his entire life had shifted without him knowing.

The weight of maybe crushed his lungs.

He didn’t even remember how he made it out of the store. Somehow, he must’ve paid, because he was outside now, watching you disappear with Kara’s small hand in yours, gummy bears clenched in her tiny fist, her sparkly boots bouncing with every step.

His fists clenched too. Not from anger, he couldn’t be angry because that would mean being angry at you. And you were just as much a victim as he was. A victim of fear, of uncertainty, of the quiet truth that maybe he hadn’t made you feel safe enough to reach out and tell him.

His fists clenched because of the sudden weight crashing into his chest like a boulder. On the outside, he was just holding granola bars and a Red Bull, but inside, he was carrying something so much heavier.

The weight of maybe.

The weight of what if.

He exhaled now.

Slow.

Controlled.

Like if he let it out too fast, he might disintegrate right there beside a recycling bin and turn only into a memory.

He made his way back to the parking lot, the band van was parked where they’d left it. He pulled out his phone, staring at your name in his contacts like it was written in a different language.

The band van hadn’t moved, but he had.

Something inside him had shifted.

When he reached the van, Ruffilo was leaning against it, chatting with Folio. Jolly was cross-legged inside, sipping a Red Bull, and Matt sat at the wheel, scrolling his phone.

They looked so normal and Noah mentally cursed them for it.

Because his life? Had just cracked open.

They looked up.

And instantly froze.

Noah’s face must’ve said enough.

“Holy shit,” Folio muttered, already half-laughing. “What happened? Did someone post a picture of you buying cereal on Twitter?”

None of them were ready for what came next.

“I think…” Noah paused. Swallowed. Looked at them like the words might shatter his own voice. “I think I just met my daughter.”

Silence.

A full three seconds of no one even breathing.

And then...

“I'm sorry mister lead vocalist, you what now?” Ruffilo coughed, straightening.

Jolly nearly dropped his drink, nearly choking.

“Okay, hold up,” Folio said, hands already raised like he was trying to calm down a bar fight. “Start over. What the hell are you talking about? You were in there for like, twenty minutes. There’s no way you made a kid and knew about it already.”

Noah blinked at them, his voice surprisingly calm, like he wasn’t about to implode. “Do you guys remember our Oregon show in 2020?”

“That’s oddly specific,” Ruffilo said, but after a moment of thought, he nodded. “The one where you kicked Folio out of your room to have a girl over?”

“Well, that’s not exactly how it went down,” Folio jumped in. “He just politely asked me for some space, and being a good friend, I gave it to him. I basically offered to leave”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You guys bring girls to our hotel? That’s against tour safety rules.”

“That’s not the point,” Noah cut in. “The girl, Y/N, we spent a night together in January 2020. That’s four years ago. Kara, her daughter's name, she’s three. Which tracks if Y/N got pregnant around January-February.”

“Jesus,” Jolly muttered, trying not to laugh and stress simultaneously. “You’re doing calendar math? She could've be made in 2021 as well to be three now.”

“We really suck at math,” Ruffilo deadpanned.

“She was right there,” Noah said. “Y/N. In the store, with this kid. And this kid... looked like me. Like, glitch-in-the-matrix looked like me.”

“Let me guess,” Matt muttered. “She looked just like you, like it’s not a regular thing for kids to resemble complete strangers or anything.”

“She had my nose,” Noah said. “My nose, and she kind of roasted my neck tattoos.”

“Oh, she’s yours,” Ruffilo said immediately. “No doubt.”

“Did she say it? Did the girl say anything?” Jolly asked, always the realist, probably already mapping out a legal custody plan in his brain if that confirms as true.

“She didn’t answer. She just asked me not to talk about it,” Noah said, slumping down onto the bumper of the van, his voice soft now. “Her name’s Kara. She’s three. She told me I talk like a cartoon and asked if I like drawing on my neck. Honestly, I’m not even mad.”

Silence settled over them as he stared up at the sky, lost in thought, trying to figure out what to do next. He slumped onto the bumper of the van, crossing his arms.

“So what do you do now?” Folio asked. “Ask if she wants to co-parent?”

“Walk up and say, ‘Hey, is that my genetic material clinging to your hand?’” Noah muttered. “Great plan.”

“Absolutely not,” Jolly said. “That’s how you get arrested.”

“She looked just like me,” Noah repeated, like it needed to be said a million times before he exploded. “But I can’t say that. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m just projecting?”

“You’re overthinking,” Ruffilo said gently.

“You’re definitely projecting,” Jolly added.

“Still might be worth asking,” Folio said. "Because even if you are projecting... doesn’t that mean it’s worth asking?”

Noah exhaled.

“I don’t want to scare her, she looked like she might cry." Noah muttered, voice trailing off.  "And not in the good way, In the ‘why is this man from my past looking at my kid like he knows her’ way.”

“Because maybe you do know her,” Ruffilo said, thoughtful.

“Shut up, Nick.”

Matt stepped forward. “If there’s a chance she’s yours... this isn’t the kind of thing you ignore.”

“Yeah, but I also don’t want to come off like some delusional creep who walks up to strangers and claims their toddlers,” Noah said, burying his face in his hands. “‘Hi, I think your child is my heir.’ What am I? A duke?!”

“Lord Noah of Concrete Jungle Empire,” Ruffilo said dramatically.

“Duke of Granola,” Jolly added, raising his can.

“I hate all of you,” Noah groaned.

Folio patted his back. “Do you have her number?”

He nodded.

“Cool. That’s something. You don’t have to figure it all out today. Just... talk to her." Folio said, really trying to be helpful with his advice." Don’t be a rockstar, be a person.”

“That’s way harder.”

“We know,” Matt and Ruffilo said in unison.

Noah finally cracked a smile.

It was tentative. Small. But real.

“She’s not just cute, you guys. She’s, like… her. She’s weird and funny and nosy and kinda bossy already and talks like she owns the entire world." He said with a soft smile. "It was like talking to a tiny chaos goblin who thinks dinner rules are optional.”

“So basically,” Folio said, “you met a mini-you even if she’s not yours, congratulations.”

“Great,” Ruffilo groaned. “Now there’s two of them.”

Noah looked back toward the store from where you and Kara were long gone.

But the ache stayed.

What if she was his?

What if he’d already missed her first steps into a gummy bear obsession, the bedtime rituals, the drawings of her favorite animal or that weird little insect she found cute? The magic of watching someone become their own person, learning to talk, to walk... What if all of that had already slipped through his fingers?

All from one night in 2020 before pandemic, before the world went upside down.

But now he had a face.

A number.

And maybe, just maybe, a second chance.

Even if it terrified him.

Even if he wasn’t ready if the answer you gave him were a "yes, she's yours".

But maybe he didn’t need to be. Maybe he just needed to try.

“Hey Noah,” Jolly called, holding up a snack. “What kind of gummy bears does your kid like? We should stock the van.”

“Fuck all of you,” Noah groaned.

“We love you too, Papa,” Folio grinned.

He looked up at them.

The people who’d seen him unravel, rebuild, break again and come back stronger.

The ones who’d follow him into hell and probably film it for content.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring or what you would say when the conversation finally happened.

But something had shifted.

Despite the anxiety, despite the unknown, despite the sheer insanity of the moment.

Noah laughed.

A real one.

Because something had changed in aisle nine.

Something cracked open.

And it wasn’t going to close again.

Not now. Not after seeing her. Not after seeing you.

He wasn’t ready, that's for sure.

But he wanted to be.

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Master List

You wander through the library aisles, eyes sweeping titles without really seeing them, searching for something, though you’re not quite sure what. Somehow, you’ve drifted into the romance section. Of course. You roll your eyes. How melodramatic.

Your subconscious is trolling you, sending you love signals like some kind of emotional spam filter malfunctioning. Seriously? Now? You whisper inside. You shake your head. Not the time.

Love wasn’t part of the plan. You thought you made that clear. It’s been six months since everything unraveled. Are you really that desperate?

You shake your thoughts and tuck the book under your arm. You weren’t sure what it was, but you didn’t have time to sit here for hours. You were on a mission to get home in your pajamas wrapped up in a blanket, sipping tea curled up in bed reading a book.

You round the corner at full speed, distracted by your thoughts, and collide with someone’s chest hard enough to jolt you backwards. The impact is solid—unyielding, like crashing into a brick wall with a heartbeat. You stagger a step, hand instinctively clutching the edge of the shelf for balance, breath catching as you look up.

There’s no way.

Your eyes widen with recognition, suspicion, and a flicker of something else—something annoyingly electric. “You again?” you blurt, like it’s his fault you keep finding yourself nose-to-chest with this guy.

He raises an eyebrow, head tilted in amused disbelief. His mouth quirks into a crooked half-smile, the kind that suggests trouble. “Lady, you ran into me,” he says, voice low and teasing.

You squint up at him, determined not to give an inch. “You came from the left. I was clearly exiting the aisle—you intercepted me. That’s a second offense.” Your voice drops to a playful murmur, like you’re letting him in on an inside joke he doesn't know he's part of.

He chuckles, a soft laugh that vibrates with ease. Hands lifted in mock surrender. “Sorry, officer. I surrender.”

The moment stalls. You both hover in silence, the kind that usually belongs to rain-soaked porches and almost-kisses. His eyes flick toward the aisle behind you, and that grin of his widens.

“Romance, huh?” he nods at the sign overhead, as if catching you red-handed in a moment of literary vulnerability.

You fold your arms, smirk intact. “You wouldn’t judge if you knew how to read.”

He recoils like you slapped him with a hardcover, his eyes narrowing in theatrical offense. “I know how to read,” he insists, brows drawn tight with exaggerated indignation. “I was looking at vinyls, if you must know—nosy.”

You arch a brow, lips twitching. “You’re literally proving my point.”

Your gaze catches on his face for a fraction too long—long enough to feel the tug of something unfamiliar and mildly inconvenient. Not now, you tell the butterflies attempting a jailbreak in your chest. Not every encounter with a man needs its own soundtrack.

Clutching your book like a shield, you take a step back. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I should get going.” You spin on your heel, prepared to leave him in the dust of unmet potential.

“Hey!” His voice follows you, laced with sudden urgency.

You stop mid-stride and glance over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow in unspoken question.

He takes a few steps closer, every movement unhurried, deliberate. “My name’s Noah,” he says, extending his hand.

You eye it, then reach out, letting your fingers curl into his tattooed hand, pretending your pulse didn’t just skip.

“Nice to meet you, Noah.”

He leans in—just enough to shrink the space between you, his voice slipping into a whisper meant for you and you alone. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

You pause. Suddenly, every breath feels like theater. Every heartbeat, a spotlight.

“Oh. Yeah…” You clear your throat, fighting the tickle of nerves that’s rising in your chest. “I’m Nora.”

His gaze sharpens, head tilting slightly like he’s studying a rare artifact. “Nora?” he echoes, skeptical and amused. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or just mocking me. ‘Nora’? Really?”

You bite back a smile, giving a small nod. “No jokes. My name is Nora.”

He blinks, his grin slowly reappearing like it’s on a dimmer switch. “Nora and Noah?” he murmurs, letting the words settle between you like something sacred and ridiculous all at once. “That sounds like fate. Or a very confusing wedding invitation.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no heat behind it—just the unmistakable flutter of something rising inside you that you refuse to name. You clutch your book tighter, trying to anchor yourself. Trying not to lean into the idea of fate. Not now.

But he’s still looking at you with eyes that say he’s ready to start the chapter you just ended. No way in hell will you be opening that chapter any time soon.

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