#noah dobson drabble

[prettytoxicrevolver]

26 and Noah!

You had been dying for the weather to get colder in New York. 

You loved autumn, big sweaters, warm coffee, leaves changing, all of it. 

So when the weather dropped below 50, you immediately started to break out the winter clothes and planned fall outfits to wear. Today, it was supposed to be a high of 45 and you and Noah had already planned to go shopping. 

You were putting on the finishing touches of your outfit, a classic brown and white flannel paired with a full body black leggings jumpsuit and some cute sneakers. You one last once over before heading from your room out to the living room where Noah was waiting after getting ready before you. 

“Ready to go?” you ask him and your boyfriend stands, his tall frame towering over you even from far away. 

Your eyes finally linger over his outfit and you can’t help the loud laugh that escapes your lips once you realize what he’s wearing. 

“What?” Noah asks, looking down at his choice of clothing before looking back at you. 

It finally clicks in his head and now the two of you are giggling uncontrollably, surprised at how in sync you were. Noah was wearing black jeans, a loose fit plain black t-shirt, and a flannel with almost the exact same pattern and color scheme as you. 

“Well, one of us is going to have to change,” he says when the giggles have subsided enough to talk through. 

“And it’s not going to be me,” you joke back. 

“Come here,” Noah takes your hand and drags you towards the full-length mirror that sits as mostly decoration in the living room of your shared apartment. 

He nudges you and you pull your phone out as Noah slips an arm around your waist, your body flush to his and you lean back, posing in front of the mirror. You take a few quick pics before switching over to instagram and as you’re about to take a photo for your story, Noah buries his face in your neck and presses a kiss there causing a wide grin on your lips. 

“Can’t take him anywhere” is the caption you settle for and once it’s posted, your phone is back in your bag and your attention is on your boyfriend. 

“We look so cheesy,” Noah groans with an eye roll. 

“And you love every second of it,” you remind him, kissing his cheek before pulling him out of the apartment and towards your day planned. 

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Road Trip | Isles Drabble

“Who decided this was a good idea again?”

Casey and Matty wear the same concerned faces, unsure about the road trip ahead.

“Relax Zeeker it’ll be fine,” you promise throwing a bag into the back of the car in which both boys roll their eyes at you.

“Boys! Let’s go!” you yell out to the remaining few isles stars who are taking forever.

Barzy, Tito, Oliver, Noah, and Anders bound out of your house, bags in hand and ready to head out.

Casey and Matty make sure everything is set and the eight of you climb into the rented SUV. You and Casey up front, Anders and Matty behind you, Barzy and Tito behind them, and Noah and Oliver all the way in the back.

“Why are we all the way back here?” Noah shouts.

“Because our princess has to sit up front,” Mat jokes and you whip around with a mischievous smile.

“You’re damn right,” you respond and the boys laugh.

“Also, seniority,” Anders chimes in and the rest of the boys roll their eyes.

“Everybody set?” Casey asks looking in the back through the rear view mirror.

The boys all respond in affirmatives and Casey sets off. The eight of you had planned this road trip for after the off season and as the isles schedule wound down, you became more and more excited.

You decided on Myrtle Beach, somewhere you had been plenty of times but the boys had never really been. It was a solid 12 hour drive but between the eight of you, it would hopefully be a breeze.

You grab the charger in the car, your phone somehow already dying in the 20 minutes you’ve been driving and it effectively steals aux. You scroll through your music, the boys not being totally checked out yet so you knew you could mess with them.

You scroll through your music, instantly clicking on Auston Matthews by Svdvm. The boys groan in unison and you can’t help but cackle loudly.

“Casey!! Why did you let her have aux?” Noah yells from the back.

“Suck my dick Noah, it’s a good song!” you yell back.

“Hush children!” Anders yells and you and Noah laugh ridiculously loud.

You continue through a rotation of songs that annoy each boy individually. By the time you’re finished, Zeeker pulls over and switches with Marty. You hop into one of the back seats, popping on a pair of beats and diving into one of the many books you brought with you.

You’re three quarters of the way done when someone taps your head and you look to see Anders staring at you.

“How did you do that?” he asks in awe.

“What?”

“You read that entire book in an hour.”

“It’s been that long already?” you ask, grabbing your phone to check the time.

Anders continues to stare like you’re an anomaly he’s never seen before just as Marty pulls over to get gas. You all get out, running to the bathroom, stretching, grabbing snacks, and switching seats.

You hop into the driver seat, deciding to focus on the road for a bit and tune out by yourself. When the boys come back out to see you, they stare.

“And what if I don’t want to see (y/n) drive? Is this where I catch a flight?” Oliver asks and you lean out the window to flip him off.

“Alright dorks,” Casey says, shoving Oliver into the car.

“(y/n), please go the speed limit,” Barzy asks and you gape at him.

“I’m the best driver out of all of y’all.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

You end up driving for a good 2 hours and only stop when Noah offers to drive. You two switch off and somehow you end up in the far back with Beau sitting next to you.

“You okay bubs?” he asks and you realize your eyes had slowly been fluttering shut.

“Just tired,” you wave it off.

Beau frowns, leaning over to unbuckle your seatbelt and pull you in. Your head lands on his lap and the comfort is so strong you’re asleep in seconds.

“Should we wake her?”

“Nah just let her sleep.”

Your eyes fight to open but ultimately stay closed, the boys' voices floating around you. You feel hands around you and suddenly you’re lifted into the air.

You assume you’ve finally made it to your happy place, excited to start vacation with your best friends in the world.

“She really suggested a road trip just to fall asleep in the end?” Mat asks extremely close, no doubt being the one holding you.

“Yeah,” Marty says. “But she is kind of adorable.”